#ateez wooyoung x reader

[thelargefrye]

ATEEZ AS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHERS ... bullet - point fic ( 17+ )

pairing : teacher!ateez x teacher!f!reader (separately)

genre : teacher au, fluff, comedy, workplace romance, bulletpoint headcanons, implied co-workers to lovers (for all of them), secret relationships (for a lot of them)

word count : 4.1k

warnings : middle schoolers (yes this is needed), mentions of students shipping their teachers, mentions of a past make-out from college (mingi's section)

note : inspired by these prompts and my own job lol

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

what i think it would be like working with ateez in a middle school and perhaps being something more than co-workers with them.

KIM HONGJOONG

he's a math teacher – seventh grade and also head of the math department at the school

when he's teaching, he's in his element and he's very passionate about teaching his student and the content

he was terrible at math when he was a student and often tells his own students in order to motivate them...

sometimes it works but most times it doesn't

he's definitely one of the more stricter teachers at the beginning of the year, but lets up near the end of the year

students love him, like there's not one kid who hates him

some students do wonder how he manages to get away with his funky hair colors, but no one really questions it anymore

he's also very stylish and is known for his fashionable looks that make him look like he just came off the runway

the two of you met when you started teaching at the same school, he's been teaching for two years longer than you have

you also teach seventh grade and immediately clicked as friends on your first day

he answers any questions you have that isn't content related and is kind of seen as the head of the seventh grade as well

he gets along well with the older teachers who have been doing this for 20+ years, those teachers either go to you or him when they need help with the new programs that admin is making them use in class

a lot of the students ask him if you two are dating because you're the younger teachers in the grade-level and are always hanging out

"dating? why are you worried about who i'm dating? we have equations to worry about," he would say and always brush them off

most of the students drop, not really wanting to make hongjoong upset but that doesn't mean the question won't come up again later on

your students will also ask you the same question and like hongjoong, you brush them off and not really answering them

the students would often go back and forth on if you two were dating or not with some even trying to provide "evidence" that you were dating

and some students gave up on thinking that their literature and math teacher were dating

until one day you showed up to school wearing a cardigan

and not just any cardigan

a cardigan that hongjoong wore a month ago, one that students knew was custom made by their teacher himself

and the whole seventh grade lost their minds because holy cow, their literature teacher and math teacher WERE in fact dating

the evidence of you wearing hongjoong's cardigan was enough to convince all the students it was true

so then some of them decided to confront you both

"teacher kim, teacher l/n we know your secret."

you and hongjoong were of course confused because of course your students had to be cryptic about everything... seventh graders 😒

"we know you guys are dating! teacher l/n, you're wearing teacher kim's custom cardigan!"

hongjoong had never turned his head so fast in his life and he immediately looked at the cardigan and sure enough

it was his

and you two were busted because now all your students knew you both were at least something, if not more than friends

PARK SEONGHWA

seonghwa teaches eighth grade reading / literature, he also has his masters in special education and administration

he is also the teacher that heads student council – like he built it from the ground up after the teacher before him let it crash and burn allowed it to be ruined

but seonghwa rebuilt the student council club and now its flourishes thanks to his leadership skills and teaching the students those same leadership skills

being a teacher is like a family job, his mother was a teacher and taught at the same school that he now teaches at

he wanted to become one to continue her legacy

students think he's way too handsome to be a teacher

he's also way too nice to be a teacher but like... none of the students ever give him issues

like even the behavior students don't disrespect him like they would other teachers – its kind of crazy

you had always admired seonghwa because of how good he was at his job and honestly... you were kind of jealous of him too

but you wouldn't dare tell him

you can't help but be amazed when you watch him speak at department meetings and how he always voices his thoughts so elegantly

seonghwa is also never afraid to help you if he sees you struggling or to ask for your opinion during meetings when he notices you haven't spoken

and he'll always back you up which surprises you because you aren't friends or even in the same grade

you kind of developed a crush on him but again you would never tell him or anybody for that matter

which to be honest, your crush and admiration is probably what lead you to volunteering to help out with the student council overnight trip to a student council convention

it was you, seonghwa, plus the ten student council students that qualified to go

you really never knew who exhausting planning a field trip was and seonghwa amazed you once again with how well-planned out the trip was

it kind of made you feel guilty because of how little you did to help out with the planning

"don't feel bad y/n! i'm glad you volunteered to come, i usually struggle with finding someone to come with me to help chaperone."

"really?"

"yeah."

well... that did make you feel a little better

and of course since you two were the only chaperones, that meant the two of you got to room together

the students were pretty sure they almost saw you pass out in the hotel lobby when seonghwa told you that

"teacher l/n, are you okay! you don't look so good!"

"i'm fine..."

"you're fine with sharing a room together right?" seonghwa asks once the two of you are alone in the hotel room

the students were also in their own hotel rooms and winding down after the long trip, you could feel yourself sink into the bed once you got into the room

"its fine, i don't mind," you tell him and seonghwa gives you a warm smile as he settles down on the bed next to yours "are field trips always this exhausting?"

"only the overnight ones"

"great"

JEONG YUNHO

eighth grade history teacher but he's also taught sixth grade history in the past as well

yunho is very serious about teaching and strict when it comes to listening, doing work, being respectful, etc.

especially in the beginning of the year, but does let up a little bit near the end and after exams and stuff

he has a strict schedule that he follows when teaching his content and knows his content like the back of his hand

he has a routine and the students are quick to learn it and make sure the others are at least doing what they are suppose to be doing when the bell rings

but despite how strict and stuff he is, yunho loves teaching and the kids love his class

even if they don't like it at the beginning, the class and yunho will grow on them before the year is over

even the other teachers respect yunho and will ask him on how he teaches certain events and whatnot, always going to him for tips on where to find good materials

yunho is like the jack-of-all-materials

even has his own tpt page because of how much stuff he has made for his own class and co-workers

you will also always find him and san hanging out together in each other's room during their planning time

usually gossiping about students or other teachers

students have learned that when san walks into yunho's room, then its serious because san never leaves his room during class time

also no one ever really bothers yunho because of how strict he is with teaching and getting everything he needs done, to get done

however, students are shocked when you walk into yunho's room one day WHILE he's teaching to ask him a question

like their jaws drop when yunho stops teaching in order to help you with something and laughing with you as he brushes your apology off

it was like they just watched a mean dog turned into the friendliest puppy when you walked in

some of them questioned if they were transported to a different reality because there is no way this is happening

you and yunho are like night and day, yunho with dark button-ups and you with your funky colored pants

"you're seeing this to right?" one of them would whisper to the other students around them

the students were too stunned to speak

"hey! get to work, i expect you to have these notes written down by the time i'm done," yunho would say and immediately the students would get to work

"thank you teacher jeong, i appreciate the help with this new program"

"sure, its no problem," he says as he walks you to the door. "choi came to me during planning asking about it plus some other teachers as well"

"ah, well glad i'm not the only one struggling!" you let out a laugh and yunho returns it and laughs with you, "i'll see you after school, yeah?"

"of course"

you wave as you close the door behind you and yunho immediately goes back into his teaching mode

once again leaving his students shocked and with whiplash from how fast his attitude changed

"we really were in just another reality"

KANG YEOSANG

seventh grade history but wants to one day be a librarian

yeosang loves history but is also certified to teach reading/literature

a lot of the students and teachers love him for how nice he is to everyone

he really connects well with the behavior students, like a lot of them will always say he's there favorite teacher

even the ones who never come to class, go to yeosang's class because who in their right mind who skip teacher kang's class?

no one that's who

students will always go to him when there's an issue because they know he will help them

that's why a lot of them are surprised when they find out him and wooyoung are best friends since high school

"you and teacher jung are best friends!?"

"yep! have been for years!" and yeosang is proud to say that him and wooyoung are best friends and can teach together at the same school

none of the students can get over how handsome he is as well and a lot of sixth graders can only hope to get him in seventh grade

"teacher kang, you're so handsome you could be an actor!"

yeosang can only smile at the comments, not really saying anything as he's use to those comments by now

well coming from his students or other adults that is

however, hearing those comments (or reading them) from you is a different story

he doesn't know how you manage to time it whenever his students are doing independent work but you do

he'll be at his desk or walking around, when you come in and some the students will immediately greet you

you simply smile and wave at them before walking over to hand yeosang something

"i got the stuff from your mailbox while i was at mine," you told him

yeosang thanks you and you smile at him before turning and leaving

you usually go to the mailbox when you need a break from your class and there's already someone in there to help

yeosang looks at the stuff in his hands, and notices the folded piece of paper that had his name written nicely in your handwriting

he opens it as he walks to his desk and immediately feels a warmth overtake his face

'you look really pretty today, yeo ;) can't wait to hangout after school in our usual place! miss you already!'

yeosang quickly stored the note in his desk, before quickly going back to teaching and trying to hide the excitement of seeing you later to the back of his mind

CHOI SAN

eighth grade reading/literature teacher along with seonghwa and school's volleyball coach

he played volleyball when he was in school and so he's very passionate about the sport and his athletes

a tough coach and an even tougher teacher, but only because he knows all his students can do better than what they showing him

like seonghwa with student council, san managed to help the volleyball team go to nationals thanks to his coaching and the his girls' effort and teamwork

a lot of students are scared of him because of how he coaches, especially his athletes – like even just the mention of san gets them scared

but really san just wants the best for all his students and just like volleyball, he's also passionate about his teaching

very writing focused versus seonghwa who is more reading based, but they work really well together to make sure all their students are getting the same knowledge and material

san's not afraid to speak his mind during department meetings and the other teachers know this – like he will straight up call something out if he knows it won't work

seonghwa usually has to cut him off because of this, they are a very funny duo and students love watching them interact

"teacher choi is like a dark cloud and teacher park is like a sunny day"

like the kids, you are also intimidated by him because of how much just pure authority he gives off

like you would think he's a principal from how students act around him

he actually does step up as an admin when the actual principals are out of the building because he does have his masters in administration, so he could very well one day become a principal

but going back to you being intimidated by him 💀

you never really dared to approach him, always sitting on the opposite side of the room during department meetings

mainly because you didn't want to get on his bad side

"please teacher l/n, can you help us start this club?"

"sure, girls!" you were more than happy to help sponsor their club "who's the other teacher?"

you watched as the girls' faces deflated at the question, of course you don't blame them for not knowing that clubs needed two teachers to become official, not just one

"i have a teacher in mind!"

"who?" "tell us!"

"coach choi, can help! especially since volleyball is over!"

you felt the color drain from your face at the thought of san and you running a club together

"teacher l/n will you ask coach choi if he can help us?"

"sure... i'll ask."

"a club?"

"yeah, some of your volleyball girls recommended you and wanted to see if you could be the second teacher sponsor."

"ah, that's right. the school has that stupid two teacher club sponsor rule. always did think that was dumb."

san thought for a minute which felt like a lifetime the longer you stood in his classroom

"sure, why not. i'm sure it'll be fun to run a club together."

"i'm sure the girls will also appreciate it. i'll send you the information when i hear back from the principal about the club."

"of course, if you have any issues let me know."

"will do, thanks!"

that was definitely a lot less nerve-racking then you thought it would be...

maybe running a club san won't be so bad after all

SONG MINGI

mingi is THE ms. frizzle aka the best science teacher you will ever have

he teaches sixth grade science and is always having some sort of fun with testing experiments and theories with the students

science class will forever be ruined after you have him as a teacher because no one is doing it like mingi

literally older students will come by to see either him or wooyoung and they will always ask mingi what he is currently doing in that class

and while he's an amazing teacher – he's also hella clumsy

like students learn fast not to leave their things in the floor if they don't want this 6ft tall man tripping over and possible destroying their things

someone save this man from all those decorative pencil pouches and metal water bottles pls 💀

anyways, a lot of students love mingi because of his fun personality and not because he almost below up the science lab because a experiment gone wrong

very much into team building and having all the students work together towards a goal because he knows how important teamwork is in life and wants students to have it

a lot of students are actually intimidated by him when they first see him because of his tall stature and harsh look

but he's really cool once him and the students build that rapport

so a lot of students were surprised when they found out that you and mingi were best friends

it never really clicked for most of them since you both taught different grades AND subjects

but then during school assemblies and such, you and mingi would always be sitting next to each other

whispering and laughing to each other and it would leave students bewildered when they saw the two of you

like "what in the world are they laughing about?"

"you know... the kiddos asked me the other day about us," you said, leaning over and whispering into his ear

"yeah?"

"they asked me how long we've been friends"

"w-what did you tell them?"

"since college, i left out the part where you made out with my best friend before tripping over her bag and landed into my lap."

you could tell mingi was blushing, his ears turning red at your words

"i-it wasn't like that!"

"i know, no need to feel embarrassed. i agreed to go out with you didn't i?"

you couldn't help the smirk on your face while mingi had a pout on his own, completely forgetting that the two of you were suppose to be watching the talent show and not flirting

JUNG WOOYOUNG

teaches sixth grade math and is an on-going menace to his students

you either love or hate him because of how he teaches and runs his classroom

always changing the seating desk arrangement in his room which keeps students on their toes

he's always a complete 180 from hongjoong who is the head of the math department

like students get whiplash when they go from wooyoung to hongjoong because of how different they are

but that's not to say wooyoung is bad at his job, on the contrary wooyoung is fantastic at his job

always has a math pun ready to whip out when needed and is always dishing out savage remarks to his students when they try to be a smart-ass to him

they learn quick that they won't be able make smart comments with him around

wooyoung is just very blunt with how he's feeling – like if a student makes him mad you'll know he's mad

does a lot of bootcamp punishments (i.e makes them do exercises when they don't listen to him like: jumping jacks, squats, nothing too extreme) this makes kids not want to disrespect him because they know what will happen if they do

some parents have thought it was "extreme" but he simply told them "well it got your child to listen for once in their life" – that shut the parent up real quick

but wooyoung rarely gets serious because he has the respect from students and so those bootcamp punishments are rare and few in-between

most of the time he's fun and playful which also travels over to how he acts with his fellow teachers

including you

wooyoung always visits you when he's on his planning period

like your class can always expect him to stop by at least once during their class

which none of them mind cause that means they can see their favorite math teacher again but don't tell hongjoong that

however with his constant visits, it makes students question if you guys are dating

especially when wooyoung is always complimenting you when you're at your desk and you both think that the students can't hear you

"you look very lovely today, teacher l/n."

"watch yourself, jung."

you eventually have to run wooyoung off so you can get back to teaching

"oh they are totally dating" students would whisper to each other watching the two of you interact

students really really ship you guys together and are always questioning you about your ideal type and stuff

but you always brush off their questions and comments about how you and teacher jung would look great together

and eventually the students had moved on to something else and you were thankfully left alone about your love life by your students

until one day when you and wooyoung were spotted by some students outside of school

you and him had went to the store together, not really thinking about school as you both spent time together

however that peace between the two of you was set ablaze when heard a familiar "teacher l/n! teacher jung!" and snapping the two of you out of your daze

wooyoung was quick to greet the students who approached you both, a smile on his face and arm around his shoulder

and you knew your secret was out because of how the students' zoned in on wooyoung's arm around your shoulder

you couldn't help but dread what would happen when you arrive at school tomorrow

"i didn't like keeping it a secret anyways," he would making you smack the back of his head in response before pushing the shopping cart and walking away from your boyfriend

CHOI JONGHO

eighth grade math who got roped into teaching seventh grade science as well

jongho is really in his element when it comes to math

and is really hanging by a thread when it comes to science

like he's the opposite of mingi and HATES science – like who thought it was a good idea to have this man teach it?

oh, they did a budget cut and so they were down a science teacher? makes sense.

the kids either love or hate him because of how he teaches

his eighth graders and seventh graders are like night and day when it comes to literally everything

it might also have something to do with the content but just let him complain about his seventh graders

you actually found him one day in the workroom stressing over his science while eating his ramen

you remember some of your kids talking about jongho and you've seen him at faculty meetings

but never had a one-on-one conversation with him mainly because he was in a totally different content and grade from you (he was still an eighth grade teacher at the end of the day)

you know hongjoong really likes him and praises him for learning how to adapt so well to a new content era that he never studied in

you think that for a first-year teacher he's doing a lot better than you had when you were in his shoes

and you figure what's the harm in talking to him and seeing how he's doing

"everything going okay, teacher choi?"

he's caught off guard by your voice, jumping and looking up at you as you walk over to get your copies from the copier

"oh, um, i'm fine. just thinking about what i'm gonna do for my science class"

"ahh, that's fair, i still can't believe they have you teaching science and math for your first year"

jongho lets out a laugh which is followed by a small "yeah... i can't either"

"but hongjoong says that you're doing a good job for your first year, so you should be proud! hongjoong never compliments anyone"

"really?"

"really. and just know that if you ever need help just reach out. i know you're not a seventh grade teacher but us who teach seventh grade needs to stick together. its a tough group."

"oh my god, i'm so glad you think that as well! i thought it was just me!"

"oh no, everyone knows seventh grade is always the worse year, we all struggle with them at some point"

"that really makes me feel better about doing my job"

"jongho, you're doing a great job. the kids love you and there will always be those kids that make you feel like you are terrible at your job. but all you have to do is teach to the ones who want to be there, and worry about them."

you tell him the exact same words you were told when you were a first year and thinking the same thing

"thank you, y/n"

you can't help but smile as you nod your head, taking your copies and heading back to your room while jongho finishes his ramen

tag list : @frankenstein852 @watamotee33 @kawennote09 @mixling-blog @marahleiwhen @kpopnightingale @harry-the-pottypus @pyeonghongrie @sanniesbum @marvelahsobx @khjcoo @mysticfire0435 @exfolitae @dementedaly @simeonswhore @moonm1st @nvmbheart @spooo00oky @frgogh @sookacc @seongwin @burnsmepls @ad0rechuu @tunaasan @northerngalxy @silverpixiedust23 @cheesekimchi @confusedmoonchild777 @mjyungi @innieontop @iweirdthingsblog @s0obinluvr @worcesheshestershiresauce @moonlightgrleric @wineyoungie @jeongwangjessmina @lemineso

network : @cultofdionysusnet @cromernet

[bro-atz]

absence makes the heart break

in which: san broke your heart when he suddenly left you, and just when you've finally moved on, he reappears in your life in a way you couldn't even fathom in your wildest dreams

pair: san/afab!reader (ft. wooyoung/afab!reader)

word count: 8k

content: a lot of angst, fluff, a lot of smut, break up sex, one last time sex, romantic sex, taboo sex, sofa/couch sex x2???, raw sex x3??? (remember to wrap up irl pls), heart break, opportunistic infidelity, love triangle???, completely consensual!

author's note: tbh i'm definitely evil for writing this, but i'm in my villain era so let's break some hearts hehe... i og just wanted this to be a "the one that got away" trope, and then my fingers just took me on a wildly different journey, so here we are... don't kill me pls and thx ily xoxo thank you choy @chokchokk for the idea hehe

tag list: @k-hotchoisan apply for the permanent taglist here!

You and San had been dating for two years— the two of you met right after graduating from college and clicked almost immediately. After one year of dating, he moved into your place, and after two years, things changed suddenly.

You got home from work one day to see all of San’s suitcases by the door. You looked around and saw that pretty much all of his personal belongings were no longer in their spots. You stared at the place in shock— what the fuck was going on? There weren’t any problems in your relationship that you could think of, and San didn’t show any signs that he was unhappy in the relationship. The two of you even talked about having a kid for crying out loud.

“San?” you called out into the apartment. “What’s going on?”

There was no response. You walked around the apartment and looked for him, only to find him in the bedroom. He turned to look at you, and you immediately saw his red, teary eyes. He had been crying.

“Y/N, you’re home early,” he said softly.

“San, what the hell is going on? Why are all of your things by the door?” you asked, your own voice starting to waver.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore… I think we should break up.”

“W-what? San, I don’t understand—”

“I wrote it all in the letter…” San stated as he pointed to the letter on the bed. “I didn’t think you’d come home so soon. I was hoping to slip out while you were at work.”

“Why?!”

“I have to go home for a while. I don’t know how long, and there’s a lot of things I have to work through, so I don’t feel right being in a relationship where I can’t give you the attention you deserve. I’m sorry, Y/N…”

“Sannie, I can help you! That’s what relationships are all about—”

“No, you can’t. You have a life here, Y/N. I can’t just expect you to drop everything just to be with me… Even if we try long distance, I know that you can be there for me, but I won’t be able to be there for you. You deserve to be with someone who can reciprocate, and that person is just not me right now.”

San walked past you and out of the bedroom, but you caught his arm before he could go any further. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as his back faced you.

“San,” you cried. “Don’t do this… Please… I love you so much. Don’t break up with me.”

You hugged San from behind. At first, he was motionless, but he eventually turned in your arms and hugged you back. He hugged you tightly and dropped his head, his lips by your ear. You heard his voice crack slightly as he whispered, “I love you, too, Y/N. I love you so, so, so much…”

“We don’t have to break up,” you mumbled into his chest. You leaned back and looked into his eyes as you said, “Let me be there for you. We’ll go through it together, and I promise I’ll be there for you even if you can’t be there for me. We can make it work! I’ll just come visit you in your hometown every other weekend.”

“But that’s not fair to you, Y/N… You’d be putting in so much effort, and I wouldn’t be able to do that at all. Then, you’d grow to resent me for not putting more effort into our relationship. I’d rather break up with you now because I can’t stand the idea of you breaking up with me because you hate me.”

“I won’t hate you, San. I love you. I will always love you… We don’t know how the future will turn out! I’d rather stay together and be hopeful.”

“Y/N, I have to go, and I don’t know how long I’ll have to be gone for…” He pulled himself out of your embrace. He cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears staining your cheeks. “This is how it has to be.”

You place your hands over his and hold onto him. When he moved his hands away from your face, you immediately held onto his shoulders and pulled him, your lips meeting his. Your hand rested on the back of his neck and on his shoulder as you kissed him passionately, tears still rolling down your cheeks. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you kissed and held onto each other desperately as you re-entered the bedroom.

San sat on the bed while you straddled him. You ran your fingers through his hair and clutched his roots as you felt his tongue dive further into your mouth. His fingers slipped under your blouse and held onto your waist, his cold fingers sending goosebumps down your spine. When his nails brushed past the small of your back to move to your bra and unhook it, you moved closer to him, a muffled moan leaving your lungs. San released your lips, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. The string broke when San moved his head down, his nose brushing against your jaw as he targeted the skin on your neck. You leaned your head backwards as breathy moans escaped your body.

You gripped the collar of San’s sweater and pulled upwards, indicating to San that you wanted him to start stripping. He moved away from you slightly to do so, messing up his hair and revealing a white tank top, which he promptly removed to reveal his defined chest and broad shoulders. Even with his messy hair covering his eyes, you could still see the sorrow in them. His lips were slightly parted as he looked up at you, practically begging you to kiss him; and when you brought your lips to his, he kissed you passionately and desperately, which you loved but at the same time did not want him to do so because it meant that he really was going to leave.

San helped you out of your blouse and pulled your bra off almost immediately so his hands could cup your breasts. He planted his lips on one of your breasts and sucked hard, making you hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his teeth nibbled on your nipple. You gasped loudly when his fingers tugged on your other nipple.

While San got busy with your breasts, turning you on to the max, you unconsciously gyrated your hips on his lap. Your panties were getting incredibly wet, and San was getting harder by the second, making you grind on him even more. San moaned lightly when you pushed your waist against his, his hands moving from your breasts to your ass. He sucked your other breast while slipping his fingers past the waistband of your pants then sliding your pants downwards.

Wordlessly, the two of you removed your pants when you stood up for a brief moment. The second the two of you were completely naked, you straddled him once more, his dick pressing against your clit and stomach. Neither of you said a single word as you held his dick delicately in your hands, adjusting the both of you before sitting down, his cock filling you up. San’s hands held onto your ass as you began to move, his hands assisting you. You moved slowly at first, allowing you to lock lips with the man you loved.

Whimpers, moans, and groans echoed in the room the more you bounced on San’s dick. At some point, he leaned backwards, his back pressing against the bed. Your chest pressed against his as you continued to fuck him, his hips bucking upwards to thrust his penis further and harder into you. You gasped and bit back cries as you felt him rub against your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you to orgasm. Shortly after, you heard San grunt loudly as he slammed your waist against his, his cock trembling inside you as he came. He remained inside you as the two of you rested and caught your breath.

That moment lasted only seconds before San turned you over so that your back was pressed against the bed. He moved your legs upwards so that your calves rested on his shoulders, his dick still deep inside you. He moved slowly and gently at first, and he was still sitting upright. You held your arms out for him, and he lowered himself, your hands immediately moving to hold the back of his neck so you could get yet another taste of his sweet lips. He moved to his elbows while you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to move faster and harder.

San kept up a slower tempo at first, but he slammed his waist into yours repeatedly, your ass stinging a little because of the impact. The pain immediately subsided the more you kissed him, though, until you felt a tear slip out of your eye. San lips left yours as he moved upwards slightly, the two of you gazing at each other. San’s eyes were also misty from what you saw. More tears slipped out of your eyes the longer you stared at San’s face. He wiped the tears from your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from crying, which made him start crying, too. You felt one of his tears land on your cheek, but before any more could fall, he moved back and sped up his thrusts exponentially, quickly bringing you to orgasm, but you were only able to squirt properly after San came again and pulled out, both your arousal fluid and San’s cum leaking out of your pussy.

With a light exhale, San laid down on the bed next to you. He laid his arm out so you could use his arm as a pillow, his other hand cupping your face and wiping tears from your cheek.

“Angel,” San whispered, making you cry all over again because that was the first time all day he had called you by his nickname for you. “Angel, please don’t cry.”

“How can I not cry when you’re going to leave me?” you whispered while crying. “You’re the love of my life, Sannie. I don’t want to break up. Let’s stay together… You do what you need to do, but still be my love, please…”

“Y/N…”

“Please, San. Please.”

San let out a sad exhale. He sat up and said, “Let’s get cleaned up first, okay?”

You nodded slowly and sat up with his assistance. The two of you went to the bathroom and took a shower together, but while usually you two would indulge in shower sex, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look him in the eye. He scrubbed you and himself down as you stood somewhat motionless. Neither of you said a word.

After toweling off and tossing the soiled sheets into the hamper, you and San got into bed. You held onto him tightly in fear that he was going to leave if you didn’t. He pet your hair and left soft kisses all over your face, but you didn’t respond to that because you knew that was him trying to say goodbye. You moved your head down and pressed it against his chest, not allowing him to kiss your face at that point. He settled for pressing his lips lightly against the top of your head before burying his nose in your hair.

“Angel, how about this,” he said quietly. “I won’t leave until the morning, okay?”

You didn’t want him to leave at all. You remained quiet as you thought about his proposition.

“I’ll stay here tonight and sleep with you, then I’ll leave in the morning.”

If he was going to leave in the morning, maybe you could wake up before him and keep him from leaving by hiding his things or just latching onto him and not letting go.

“Okay,” you accepted. “I love you so much, my San.”

San kissed the top of your head once more before resting his chin on your head and hugging you closer. “I love you, too, my angel… My Y/N.”

You woke up to an extremely cold bed. You immediately sat up and looked around. San was not in the bedroom. You leapt out of bed and ran to the front door to see that all of his suitcases were no longer there.

“San?” you called out into the empty apartment. “San?!”

No response. You ran through the apartment searching for him, but there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere. You fell to your knees and bawled. San really did leave.

Little did you know, San was standing in front of the apartment still. If you had just opened the front door, you would have been able to catch him, but you didn’t know that. San pressed his head against the door as he heard you wailing his name, tears falling rapidly from his eyes, and he continued to cry the whole way back to his hometown.

The following days, weeks, months, you texted San everyday— good morning texts, good night texts, happy holiday, happy birthday, and many, many, many “I love you”s and “I miss you”s; and no matter how much you texted him, you never got a single reply from him. You tried for a year. You even tried to find his hometown so you could get him back by going in person, but you didn’t know where or how to find his hometown. His friends were no help, too. He ghosted them as well. He ghosted everyone.

You wanted to wait for San. You knew that he would come back to you at some point and that you would be able to live your happily ever after with him. But, you didn’t know how long he was going to take. You didn’t know if he ever would show up again.

The thought of growing old and dying alone scared you. You didn’t want to be alone. You wanted someone to love you and be there for you— and that’s when you finally understood what San was saying. You were so lonely without him, and if the two of you were still dating, he still wouldn’t be able to be there for you when you needed him to. So, after one year of waiting for him, you gave up. You couldn’t wait for him any longer; you couldn’t be alone any longer.

You distracted yourself to the best of your ability. You spent more time at work, working well into the night despite the fact that you really didn’t need to. You hung out with your friends often, but you couldn’t keep that up for long because your friends were in their own relationships, and their romantic relationships were more important (and you didn’t blame them because you were the same when you were dating San).

One weekend morning, you went on a walk. Your mind was blank— you spent the entire night before just crying about San and looking at old pictures of the two of you, his favorite movie playing in the background. So, in the morning, you were a zombie. You woke up to see that it was still dark out, but the sun was starting to come up. Your body moved before your mind could process, and you were outside waiting for the sunrise.

You were walking along the sidewalk on a bridge, and you stopped right in the middle of the bridge to look at the horizon. There were a few runners and cyclists and elders out to enjoy the air before the day truly started, and they continued to pass you as you waited for the sun.

A man out on a jog ran past you, only to stop dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder and saw you. The sky was bathed in shades of orange and pink, and you looked so beautiful among it. The wind was in your hair, your lips were slightly parted, and you were just staring out at the scenery in front of you while the man stared at the scenery before him.

When you ran your fingers through your hair to brush it back, he saw your eyes. Your eyes were red and puffy, and they were still filled with sadness. You were leaning a little too far over the railing, which also scared the shit out of him. He walked towards you and leaned onto the railing himself, startling you slightly, which made you take a step away from the railing.

“Hi,” he said with a beautiful smile.

“Hi…”

He turned his head and looked at the rising sun. He continued to look into the distance as he spoke.

“The sunrise is gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… It is…”

“Did you know sunrises and sunsets are brighter after a rainstorm?”

He looked at you, and you shook your head in response— you didn’t know that. He turned his head back to the sky and looked at the universe with a smile. You stared at his side profile. He was handsome, and he looked so beautiful and radiant in the colors of the sunrise. It was as if the sun rose just for him.

“Rainstorms clear up the sky, so the colors are more vibrant because of the clear sky. Sometimes, it needs to rain so the colors can pop and be more lovely,” he explained. Then, he broke into a wide grin and looked at you again, his eyes turning into crescents. “Nature works in beautiful ways. It’s amazing.”

You were speechless. You stood and stared at the man and took in all of his beauty. Nature did work in beautiful ways because it created the sparkling, lovely person in front of you. His smile got softer as he turned to face you. He held his hand out and introduced himself.

“I’m Jung Wooyoung.”

You took his hand.

“Y/N.”

You fell for Wooyoung. You fell hard. Every single moment with him was bright and happy, and you completely forgot about your heartbreak as you spent more and more time with him. You would go on cute dates like in the park or at the movie theatre— and the two of you would go movie hopping until you got kicked out— or to get ice cream or to an amusement park, but he would also take you to ultra fancy restaurants and rooftop bars and speakeasies. He was such a man of duality, having the cutest and most fun personality while also being a successful president of a company, but you loved it. You loved him.

One year flew by. In that one year, Wooyoung asked you to move in with him, and you did. Living with him was chaotic, but you expected that at the least because Wooyoung was chaotic and unpredictable, but always in a good way. You didn’t know how he was going to surprise you or make you laugh next.

On the second year anniversary of the first time the two of you met, you woke up to Wooyoung shaking you at five in the morning.

“Wooyoung, honey, I love you, but it is too early in the morning for this shit,” you grumbled as you turned in bed and pulled the blanket over your head.

“Please, pumpkin? Sweetie? Cutie? Baby? Lovely?” Wooyoung showered you with all the cute nicknames he had for you as he knelt by the side of the bed and kissed your face all over.

“Ugh, fine,” you complained, but you had the biggest smile on your face. “One of these days, your cute act is not going to work on me.”

“Well, today is not that day. So get up! Get dressed! Let’s go!”

“Get dressed?! At five in the morning?!” you were in complete disbelief.

“Believe me, you’ll be glad you did.”

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you looked at what Wooyoung was wearing. He was wearing the button-up you loved most on him along with the tie and tie clip you got him for his birthday. So, you wore clothes to match his… At five in the fucking morning.

He held your hand as the two of you walked through the city, the streetlights illuminating your path. It was still very dark outside. The two of you walked all the way to a bridge— the bridge where you first met. Your heart raced. And once you saw his friend standing in the middle of the bridge with a camera, you immediately got a sense of what Wooyoung was going to do.

Right at the middle of the bridge as the sun started to rise, Wooyoung got down on one knee. He held your hand. He told you how much he loved you and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life showering you with that love because you were everything to him. You cried. He took out the wedding ring, and you said yes. He kissed you, the sky red, orange, and pink. The pictures of the two of you before the sunrise turned out beautiful and vibrant. Nature really did work in beautiful ways.

You sat on the couch in the living room reading through one of the bridal magazines your friend lent to you. After Wooyoung proposed, he said he wanted to get married sooner rather than later, so you decided to get married on the day you first kissed, which was four months after the first time you met.

“Hi, baby,” Wooyoung greeted you with a kiss when he got home from work.

“Welcome home, honey,” you said in response, Wooyoung’s lips immediately pulling into a wide grin.

“God, I love when you say that. It makes me feel like we’re already married,” he giggled.

Wooyoung set his bag down in the kitchen before immediately joining you on the couch. He hugged your waist and nuzzled his nose into the nook of your neck before his eyes shifted to see the magazine.

“You’d look beautiful in that dress, and that dress, and that one, and that,” Wooyoung said as he flipped through the pages. “Honestly, Y/N, you’re already so beautiful normally. The dress would just be a complete knockout for me. Don’t wear one.”

“What, you want me to marry you naked?” you teased him.

Wooyoung’s face went red— he was definitely imagining it. “No, because I don’t want anyone else looking at you naked. Only me.”

You giggled and kissed his cheek lightly, but that wasn’t enough for your fiancé. He kissed your lips. A passionate kiss. One that made your fingers and toes tingle. His fingers got tangled in your hair as he gripped your roots tightly, his kisses getting more intense with every passing second. He took the magazine out of your hands and tossed it behind him somewhere, your hands free to hold onto his shirt so you could work on the buttons. His shirt fell to the ground, then yours, and your pants and underwear flew off your bodies in record time.

Wooyoung had you pinned to the black leather couch. His lips trailed along your exposed skin, leaving light pink marks in their wake. You sighed pleasurably when Wooyoung kissed your neck, his hands kneading your breasts simultaneously. You felt his knee press between your legs and rub subtly, stimulating your clit. Tiny gasps and moans escaped you the more he played with your body.

While you enjoyed his foreplay, you wanted more from him. Your arms wrapped around his body and pulled him closer, silently telling him to fuck you. There was a slight smirk on Wooyoung’s face as he positioned himself and slowly entered you, making you gasp loudly.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby…” Wooyoung sharply inhaled as he pushed himself all the way in.

Wooyoung moved slowly at first, the friction between his cock and your cunt making electricity zap through your nerves. He kept moving at that steady pace of his, but his waist hit yours powerfully every time, and you loved it.

“Mmm, f-feels good,” you barely managed to say before biting your lower lip and narrowing your eyes slightly.

“Fuck, baby… You can’t make that kind of sexy face and expect me to stay calm,” Wooyoung grunted.

“T-then go wild, honey. Fuck me… H-harder!”

His hands held onto your waist firmly as his tempo sped up. You clung onto his veiny arms as you head went back, the pleasure insurmountable. You watched his jaw clench the harder he slapped his hips into yours, your entire body lurching every time he thrust into you. You felt yourself nearly your orgasm as he sped up and slowed down almost randomly, your body unable to keep up with the change in pace.

“I’m gonna cum!” you cried.

Wooyoung immediately pulled out and rushed his middle two fingers into you, his fingers curling and running against your G-spot rapidly, bringing you to orgasm intensely and loudly as you screamed his name.

Mere seconds after the high of your orgasm faded, Wooyoung carefully entered you again, and after about two thrusts, he fucked you fast. His hold on your thighs got firmer, and you could hear his breathing get rougher and faster.

“Baby,” Wooyoung said breathlessly. “Can I cum inside?”

“Fill me up, honey,” you pulled him down by his shoulders. You bit his earlobe gently before whispering, “Give me every last drop of you.”

That did it for him. With one final slam, Wooyoung moaned loudly as he released his entire load inside you, his cock twitching as his seed kept filling you. When he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you, and Wooyoung loved to see it.

Seconds later, Wooyoung cleaned you and the couch up before wrapping a throw blankets around the two of you. You sat in his lap and held onto his shoulder while combing your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Meanwhile, he traced patterns along your waist and stomach as he told you, “This, this, this… All this. All for me. No one else gets to see it. Only me.”

He leaned into you and trailed his fingertips from the top of your forehead, down your nose, and to your lips.

“And these are exclusively mine. Forever.”

“I’m all yours forever, honey,” you agreed.

Wooyoung cupped your face and kissed you tenderly. You could feel him smile against your lips, making you smile in the process. He moved away slightly and gazed lovingly at you while whispering, “God, I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

With a final kiss, Wooyoung got off the couch and pulled on his boxers, roaming the apartment in just his boxers. You watched his butt from the couch and bit your lower lip while imagining taking a bite of his ass.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Wooyoung snapped his fingers and gestured to his eyes.

“Sorry,” you said while not really meaning it. “You have a fine ass, babe.”

“I know that,” he replied while smacking his ass.

You laughed and turned away, your eyes landing on the bridal magazine on the ground. You picked it up and opened it back up to the page you left off on. Wooyoung messed around in the kitchen and began to cook dinner while wearing only boxers.

“Honey, if you’re going to cook like that, you might as well just wear an apron and ditch the boxers,” you teased.

“Buy me a “kiss the chef” apron, and maybe I’ll do it.”

You snickered and returned to your magazine as Wooyoung continued to cook.

“By the way, my friends told me that my best man is going to “kidnap me” for the bachelor party. Just wanted to let you know in case he leaves a ransom note for you.”

“Sounds fun,” you laughed. “Oh, wait… Who is your best man, anyway? You never told me.”

“My best friend from college. San.”

You immediately clutched the magazine hard, the pages getting crumpled in your tight grip, and your heart dropped. You must’ve heard him wrong, or maybe someone else shares the same name because, surely, it’s not… San… Like your former lover San…

“I, um… I’ve never met him?”

“Well, we lost contact right after we graduated, then he went to his hometown because he had to take care of some stuff at home, so he’s been there for a while now… Three years, maybe? But, yeah, we made a pact in college to be each other’s’ best man, so he’s my best man for our wedding.”

You nearly tore the magazine in half. The San Wooyoung was talking about was, in fact, the man who was once the love of your life.

“That’s nice… That he kept his promise…” you said slowly, unsure of what to say because your mind was reeling, and not going to lie, you were getting kind of dizzy. “Well, have fun. I mean, when he kidnaps you… For the party— Um, what day is that, again?”

“Next Thursday.”

“Got it…” you nodded; at least you knew when to not be at home.

Wooyoung hummed cheerily in the kitchen as he continued to obliviously make dinner while you sat on the couch, your heart racing, and your mind spinning just remembering the man you loved deeply, the man that got up and left, the man that broke your heart.

You did a good job of avoiding Wooyoung and his groomsmen until the day of the wedding. Wooyoung didn’t expect a thing because your friends would whisk you away in the name of some wedding mishap, but they couldn’t do that for you at the actual wedding itself. You just had to figure out a way to avoid making eye contact with him and avoid being left alone with him.

You stood on the bridal raiser and smoothed out your dress before turning and checking the back of your dress to the best of your ability. You were all alone in the dressing room by that point because your bridesmaids and mother ran out— they were putting the finishing touches on all the small little details (which you didn’t really care about but they cared a whole lot so you gave them your blessing to go do what they needed to do).

Hanging on the mirror in front of you was your veil. You totally forgot about your veil. You picked it up and attempted to put it in your hair by yourself without messing up your hair. You nearly ruined your hair entirely when the door to the room opened and closed suddenly.

“Hey, Woo, I’ve got the rings and—”

You turned to see your fiancé’s best man. The two of you froze. You locked eyes and stared at each other, your heart sinking.

“No way…” you whispered to yourself.

Your fingers went numb, and you dropped the veil. You continued to stare at him as San smiled at you. His smile was still gorgeous, and he still had those beautiful dimples that you loved so fucking much. Your heart clenched as you observed him act as if everything was okay.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s been a while.”

You remained silent.

“You look nice… Very beautiful.”

“Um, thank you…”

San walked towards you slowly. You desperately wanted to move away, but you were frozen in place. He stood right before you and picked up the fallen veil before offering you his hand to help you off the bridal raiser— he seemed to realize that you were stuck up there. You hesitantly placed your hand in his and carefully stepped down from the raiser, only to forget that you were wearing heels. Your heel immediately tipped to the side as you got down, making you fall right into his arms.

San caught you securely and wrapped his arms around you while you tried to get your footing again, the veil falling to the ground once again. Despite the fact that you regained your balance and tried to move away from him, the man still hugged you tightly.

“San,” you choked out, his name foreign on your tongue. “San, let go…”

“Can we please just… let’s stay here a little longer…”

You let out a tiny, sad sigh. You felt awkward with his arms just around you and you standing still, so you (made a huge mistake and) hugged him back lightly at first. You didn’t realize how familiar his hugs would feel after three years of not seeing him and you found yourself sinking into his embrace. You missed his broad shoulders, the way he would press his head gently against yours, the way his fingers would press gently into the small of your back, and the way he smelled. God, he always smelled so wonderful, and that smell brought you back to three years ago when he made you the happiest person alive, bringing tears to your eyes. You did your best to suppress the tears, though, because your goddamn bridal makeup— you couldn’t ruin that.

Your shoulders trembled as you choked back your sobs, and San noticed that. He loosened his arms around you and leaned away slightly to see your face and notice the tears in the corners of your eyes. He cradled your face as he frowned slightly, his trembling thumbs dabbing the tears— he also knew not to mess up your makeup.

“Y/N, don’t cry,” he whispered.

“San…” your voice wavered.

He pressed his lips together, his own eyes starting to water. “Angel, don’t cry,” he said hoarsely.

You thought that him calling you by that nickname would make you upset, but it made your heart flutter. You blinked several times hoping to clear the tears without them rolling down your face as you looked up at San’s face. However, his affectionate gaze brought tears back to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N… You haven’t changed a bit…”

Your lower lip quivered, and you were about to start crying, but San didn’t want to let that happen. He dried your tears and kissed you immediately. It was a light kiss at first, but you missed him so much, and he with you. You held onto his arms tightly as you kissed him back, unable to get enough of him. And when he moved his hands from your face to around you, you moved your hands to his shoulders and just wanted him to whisk you away right then and there.

The entire world faded. In that moment it was just you and your lost lover. Just him holding you brought you back to your younger self when you and San were in love and happy. You fit so snuggly in his warm embrace as if you were two puzzle pieces meant to be pressed together— you felt so right with him.

Slowly, the kisses got more intense, more frantic. He let go of you to pull his suit jacket off, but he made sure to leave his lips with you. When his hands returned to your waist, you untied his bowtie and began unbuttoning his shirt. By the time San reached for the zipper on your dress, you were nearly done with the buttons, and just as your dress strap fell off your shoulder, someone knocked on the door, completely startling the two of you.

“Baby?” Wooyoung asked, happiness exuding from his voice. “Your mom wants to know if you need help with the veil!”

“N-no! I got it!”

“Okay, see you soon! I love you!”

You were completely pulled out of your daydream with San and came crashing down into the real world, your heart shattering into a million pieces. You pushed San away lightly and put the dress strap back on without making eye contact with him. You turned away from him and walked towards the mirror where your veil laid on the ground. You had to get ready for your wedding.

“San, we can’t be doing this,” you told him without turning around. “It’s too late. I’m getting married, and I’m getting married to your best friend for crying out loud! And I—”

“I know, Y/N, but… I need you to know that I never stopped loving you.”

“San, you lost your chance. I’m in love with Wooyoung, now.”

“Yeah… I made a mistake,” San said— you heard the hurt in his voice. “Leaving you was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes burning as they filled to the brim with tears. “Then why did you do it, San?”

With a heavy exhale, San ran his fingers through his hair and took a seat on one of the couches in the room. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he stared at the ground.

“For the past three years, all I did was take care of my family. My friends would text me, but I never had the time or energy to respond. I was completely alone… And I knew that if I was still with you, we definitely wouldn’t have lasted because of how inaccessible I was.”

As he talked, you approached him and sat next to him. You, too, looked down at the ground as he continued.

“I never stopped thinking about you. I always wanted to text you back when you texted me saying you missed me, but I was scared… I didn’t want to give either of us false hope. And then, you stopped texting me, so I knew you moved on, and I didn’t want to ruin whatever happiness you had.”

You gingerly placed your hand on his, gripping his hand as you listened to and understood his justification.

“When Wooyoung sent the engagement photos, I was shocked,” he let out a little laugh. “I realized I never told him about you when we were together, and I never got to talk to him about his relationship with you because I distanced myself from everything. I actually told him that I couldn’t be his best man, so he actually hunted me down and wore me down, using our college days against me.”

San moved his hands away from yours and covered his face to let out a shuddering sigh.

“I love you so much, Y/N… I can’t believe I let you go,” he said, nearly sobbing.

Your heart clenched. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, hoping that he would stop crying because seeing him cry was too much for you to handle. San hugged you back and sniffled while whispering into your ear, “I’m sorry, Y/N… I wish I never had to leave you… I love you.”

You moved away from him and cupped his face— it was your turn to dry his tears. You smiled sadly at him as you said, “I never stopped loving you, too, San. I’m sorry things turned out this way… I just hope that someday you’ll find someone who can do for you what Wooyoung did for me.”

Innocently, you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but San turned his head right at that moment, and your lips briefly reconnected with his. You gazed into his eyes and held your breath— no matter what you said, and no matter how much you loved Wooyoung, you still had deep feelings for San. So, when he kissed your lips lightly again, and then again, and again, you let him. Your Superego begged you to stop, but the Id and your libido had more control over you. When San dropped his head and trailed kisses down your neck, you gasped, your head tilting back in response.

“W-wait, San,” you whispered and moved away slightly. “We can’t do this.”

“Just give me one last time, angel.”

“But—” San cut you off by kissing you, and you immediately caved.

You clung to him and continued to let him kiss your lips until they were raw. Both straps of your dress completely slipped off your shoulder and exposed your bare breasts. San, his lips leaving yours, stood up and helped you out of your wedding dress before delicately draping it over a chair and then doing the same with his dress shirt. He then locked the door and turned most of the lights off before rejoining you and pinning you down on the sofa, the two of you kicking off your shoes before you continued.

You wrapped your arms around him and ran your fingers through his hair on the back of his head. His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced along with your tongue, he pressed his chest against yours, and he held onto your waist and thigh, bringing your thigh up to wrap around his waist. Your pants started getting louder in between the kisses, and you were breathing heavily when San released your lips to remove his pants and underwear.

It had been so long that you forgot San’s size. You couldn’t help but look at him in fear as his stiff, red, throbbing dick rested on your stomach. Meanwhile, he looked at you anxiously.

“I don’t have a condom…” he whispered.

“That’s okay… Cum inside, though. It’ll make it easier to clean up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sannie. I’m on the pill.”

You said his nickname without giving it a second thought, and hearing yourself say it made your heart hurt all over again, but before you could cry about it, San left you with a mind-blowing kiss. He gently rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your folds slowly, making you wetter so that when he entered you, it wouldn’t be so painful. Yet, he still took you by surprise when he thrust into you, and you did your best to not moan or gasp loudly.

“Does it hurt?” he asked you quietly.

“No,” you breathed out.

“Will you be okay if I start moving?”

You nodded. Hands holding your waist, San moved slowly at first, and every time his hips would slap against yours, you’d let out a little whimper, your heart longing for San despite the fact that he was right there. The closer his upper body got to you, the faster his thrusts got. You bit your finger to keep from crying out loud as the pleasure rapidly increased. San, however, did not want you to bite your finger. He didn’t want you to get hurt. So, he kissed you continuously even with the two of you shifting on the couch with every thrust.

San caressed your hair. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body. You held onto him tightly as his cock rubbed against your G-spot continuously. His kisses were less of a continuous string the closer the two of you got to your climax. His breathing in between each kiss was getting shallower. He was biting back his own groans, the two of you just letting out smaller, sharper breaths as he thrusted into you hard. His waist slammed into yours hard as the two of you came at the same time. San bit his lower lip to suppress his pleasureful groan while you opted to bite the inside of your cheek.

The two of you panted heavily as the high of your orgasms wore off. You both remained stationary as you brought your eyes to meet his. You knew the regret and the guilt would set in later, but in that moment, you just wanted to be with San for as long as humanly possible. You desperately wanted to be able to cuddle with him and whisper sweet nothings to each other as you drifted into a comfortable sleep. But, that could only happen in the past. That could’ve only happen years ago before San left you.

San pulled out slowly and immediately grabbed the tissue box so he could clean you up. You sat up and caressed San’s cheek, willing him to look at you once again. You kissed him softly for a brief, beautiful moment, until you had to return to reality.

“I love you, San.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

He kissed the top of your head gently. Then, you had to tear yourself away from him. You both got dressed quickly. You took one more fleeting glance at him before you turned away from him, the two of you silently acknowledging the situation. You sat in front of the vanity and looked down at your lap as San carefully made his way out of the room. The door closed gently behind you, and a tear slipped out of your eye.

Wooyoung knocked on the door again to check in on you, and you asked him to send your maid of honor and mother. When they saw the disheveled state you were in, they bombarded you with questions, and you lied for every answer like saying you cried reading over your vow to Wooyoung, or that your hair was messed up because the veil refused to work with you. You felt incredibly guilty doing so, but it was truly the best option considering that you were to get married to the man that you love now in the next couple of hours. Luckily, the makeup artist and hair stylist were able to fix you up quickly and get you ready to walk down the aisle.

You were able to go through the rest of the wedding normally, the only thing— the only person— on your mind being Wooyoung. He was completely head over heels when he saw you walk down the aisle in your wedding gown. He vowed to keep you happy and laughing and to make sure you always felt loved, and you cried. Maybe it was because of the vow, maybe because of the guilt, or maybe a mix of the two; but regardless, Wooyoung dried the tears from your face with the beautiful smile that you fell for, the first smile of his you ever saw, on his face.

When Wooyoung was allowed to kiss the bride, and the two of you shared your first kiss as a married couple, you didn’t have to look at San to know that he was smiling and clapping for the two of you with complete sadness in his eyes. You didn’t need to look at him to know that he was hurting because, truth be told, you were hurting a little as well.

You forgot about the speeches at the reception until your father stood up and started talking, and sorrow paralyzed your body. After your father, your maid of honor spoke, and then the best man. You could barely keep your eyes on San as he stood up to speak.

“Wooyoung and I made a pact that we would be each other’s’ best men back when we were in college, but the thing is, I never thought I’d have to hold up my end of the deal.”

Everyone at the wedding party laughed, and you had to force one, especially when San turned to face the bride and groom with a beautiful smile on his face, his dimples as clear as day.

“But, seeing him here today with Y/N and… Seeing how in love the two of them are… I know that this relationship was meant to be, and I know that you’ll always keep her happy and smiling, Wooyoung.”

Your heart twisted into a knot. You covered your mouth as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. Wooyoung, noticing your tears, held your free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as he smiled softly at you.

“I know I don’t have to say this, but Wooyoung, cherish Y/N. She is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Give her all of the love in the world because she deserves that and so much more, and Y/N…” San cleared his throat, the smile barely holding up. He made complete eye contact with you as he said, “Wooyoung is the luckiest guy in the world to find someone who loves him so much… I’m happy that you two found each other… And I wish you both a lifetime of happiness.”

He turned away from you and held his champagne flute in the air.

“Cheers!”

San took his seat, and he couldn’t help but look at you from the corner of his eye. Wooyoung had his arm over your shoulder and he was whispering happily to you, the tears on your face disappearing as Wooyoung made you smile and laugh. Wooyoung kissed your cheek and hugged you closer, and San had to look away, his heart breaking, his heart broken.

[orgverse]

you knew it was wrong. you knew it was deeply wrong to have fallen in love with a pirate. even worse when you help him sneak into your room and allow him to have his way with you. you were a princess for fucks sake, you knew your parents would disown you or marry you off right away if they found out.

the worry was always there that you would disappoint them; however, you didn't really care when wooyoung was balls deep inside of you. having you a crying– sobbing mess as your body jolts from each of his deep thrust into your pussy. wooyoung groans at how tight you feel, almost drooling at the feeling of your warmth welcoming him. sucking him in and not wanting to let him go.

"w-wooyoung, slow down," you moan out but your lover ignores you. he wants to listen to you. he wants to slow down, but his instincts won't let him. the primal need to fuck you until you're a mess wins over anything.

he drinks in your naked body below him. takes in how perfect it looks as it withers below him. he almost tore your nightgown away– if he could even call it that with how short it was. wooyoung thinks your nightgown is the only thing good that came from the summer heat. he watches your breast bounce with each of his thrust, your nipples hard and swollen from how his abused them earlier.

"i can't, princess, you feel so-s-so good. i missed you, need you. i know you need me too," he says with a groan as he leans down to kiss you. his hand ripping your own away from your mouth, he interlocks your fingers together as he pins your hand down next to your head. he knows you are trying to stay quiet. not wanting anyone to here how fucked out you are becoming on his cock.

you don't want anyone to hear, but wooyoung could honestly give two fucks. he wants them to hear. he wants the guards to hear how good you're being fucked. he wants your maids to see the blooming love bites that covers your skin, that he left. he wants rumors to spread and for them to reach your parents. he wants the day he can fuck your freely without worry.

he wants you to scream his name and let everyone know who's fucking the crown princess. he wishes so badly for the whole castle to know that their darling princess is being ravaged and fucked by a savage pirate.

wooyoung knows he hit your sweet spot when you suddenly arch your back, mouth dropping open into a perfect o-shape. fuck, you look so beautiful.

"have you missed me, my darling princess?" he asks, calling you that nickname the kingdom refers to you by. "its been three months since i was able to last fuck you. i'm sure you have missed me. fuck– i know i've missed you. did you feel lonely? wishing for when i would come tapping at your balcony door. wishing for when i would return to fuck your cunt full of my cum."

a final thrust is enough to have you coming. your walls tighten around his cock and making it almost impossible for him to continue moving. but wooyoung ignores it as he opts to move his hips faster. he wants to extend your orgasm just a little longer. you open your mouth again as wooyoung grins at the loud sound that falls past your lips.

he can see how fucked out you're becoming as you squeeze his hand tightly. as if trying to ground yourself as wooyoung continues to abuse your poor pussy.

he doesn't ever want to stop.

you feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head as wooyoung pulls out just enough to change your position. he throws your legs over his shoulders before he's pushing his cock back into your puffy and leaking pussy.

"i can't wait to taste you, princess. bet you taste so fucking delicious."

you can't help but feel embarrassed at his words and you try to cover your face with yours hands before you opt to run them over your hair as wooyoung begins thrusting again at a fast pace. the force of his thrust jolted your body a little bit causing you to begin to feel overstimulated. for a moment, you honestly didn't know what to do with your hands. throwing them above your head, gripping your pillow, to clenching your silk sheets tightly. finally you decided to grip wooyoung's biceps, your nails creating crescent moons into his skin as you tried to ground yourself.

"a-ah! fuck, wooyoungie!" you say and wooyoung can't help but smirk as he looks down at you. your sudden volume made your eyes widened as you glanced towards the large wooden doors of your bedroom.

"relax, princess, they're guards. they are suppose to protect you. if they try to do anything but that, i'll fucking kill them. you're their future queen, not much they can do when she's getting fucked in her own bed."

wooyoung pushes his cock deeper inside of you, so deep that you're sure its beginning to hit the entrance of your womb. the feeling makes you see stars for a moment, knocking the breath out of you. wooyoung thinks you look beautiful. his beautiful princess that will one day be queen. you were the princess everyone in the kingdom adored. so beautiful, intelligent, and caring that everyone couldn't help but admire you.

a complete contrast to the drooling, fucked out mess below him. but either way, wooyoung still thought your looked breath-taking. he remembers how soft-spoken and put together you were when he first met you.

now you barely even form a complete sentence. the only word leaving your mouth being his name. all because of him.

"i'll kill anyone that tries to wrong you. anyone who talks badly about them, i'll fucking kill them and use them as bait," wooyoung mutters and it makes your heart surge at his words. you're sure he probably tells that to any other princess or woman he fucks, but you can't help but feel special. his eyes are trained on your form, watching you intently. "i mean it, my princess, if you can't rely on anyone else to protect you then i'll do it."

wooyoung gives another deep thrust and a long and breathy moan leaves your mouth. wooyoung does his best to pull you even closer to him as your hands trail up his arms, one of them playing with the edges of his long, grown out, black hair.

"i love you, y/n," he says and him calling you by your actual name catches you off guard for a moment. "i would so many things for you. i would kill for you. i would even die for you. i don't want to separated from you anymore. i want to be next to you. you're mine, y/n."

"w-wooyoung, wooyoung!"

"do you love me, princess?"

he watches you nod your head violently, but he wants to hear you say it. he needs to hear you say it. he begins to slow his hips down as he looks at you. he knows you're probably close to coming again, not that he minds. he would love to have you come around his cock endless. you voice out a small protest as he hips slow to lazy pace. his thumb coming to rub circles around your clit making your whole body twitch at the feeling.

"i love you, wooyoung! love you so much!" you say, tears streaming down your face as he pinches your clit harshly. and then wooyoung is back to his pace he had started with. not giving you a moment to comprehend anything, almost giving you whiplash from the sudden deep thrusting.

you know its wrong. you shouldn't have let yourself fall in love with him. with a pirate. it was only a matter of time before he was either caught, died at sea, or even worse... found someone better to love. but you couldn't care. wooyoung gave you love that no one else ever had given to you before. none of the princes you had met before or after meeting the pirate even glanced at you like wooyoung did. it was always wooyoung, and it will always be wooyoung.

he will always hold your heart, whether you liked it or not.

that's why you haven't been able to pick someone to rule with you. you know your parents are starting to wonder and your people as well. but wooyoung has ruined you for anyone else. you blame the stupidly handsome pirate.

"y-you're mine, right?" you manage to ask, looking into your lover's eyes.

"i love you. i will always be yours. i'll mark with my cum so no stupid prince will ever be able to satisfy you like i have. you'll never be able to forget how my hands touch you," he says with a smirk as he glances down at your stomach.

he wants to so badly to get your pregnant, so he can whisk you away from this place. take you back on the ship and allow his crew – his family, to meet you. he wants them to adore you like he has.

"i'm gonna cum! i'm gonna cumcumcum, fuck, ah– wooyoungie!"

"my princess, go ahead and cum around my savage cock."

and you do.

your hands fling away from wooyoung's body to grip the sheets around your head. your nails digging into this sheets that wooyoung is sure you could rip them if you wanted to. you moan loudly as your body arches off the mattress and wooyoung can only smile at you as he watches. you clench around him tightly again and this time he chooses to slow his hips down to watch you.

your whole shudders and twitches, eyes drooling to the back of your head. drool slipping out of your mouth and down your chin.

but wooyoung still needs release. he grips your hips tightly as he pounds into you, his knees rubbing hotly against the sheets. he feels like he's about to explode any second now.

you let out several whines at the overstimulation your lover is causing you to experience. you want to push him away, to stop for a moment, but at the same time the pleasure of wooyoung's cock overrides that feeling. it all feels too good.

"i m-missed you so much, wooyoung. s-so much, please... did you miss me?"

three months away from you at sea. fighting the storms and other pirates. running from the navy.

"of course i m-missed you. missed you so much you were the only thing i dreamed about."

"please, please cum inside me," you beg and wooyoung smirks at how long gone you are. "please, i need to feel you fill me... cum, please."

"you're lucky you're so cute, princess. any other time and i would have fucked you till morning. but i'll fill you up, don't worry."

the pirate digs his fingers into your thighs. trying to ground himself as his movements pick up and become erratic. its been three months and he needs to make you his once more. then finally, he feels the tension in him explode and his coming inside you. he makes sure to bury his cock deep, deep inside of you. he feels your clench around him and the both of you moan.

he steadies himself for a moment before he kisses your ankles, his hands rubbing circles on your calves before he's finally pulling out and putting your legs down.

wooyoung watches with careful eyes as you try to steady your breathing. chest heaving up and down as you look at him with half-lidded and tired eyes. wooyoung can't help nestle down between your legs, resting on his chest as he looks at your pussy. spreading your folds he looks at how used and spent it is. he wonders if he can see his cum poor out of you. when he does see it, he uses his fingers in order to push it back in.

"s-stop," you say jerking away from your lover and pulling your legs into yourself. wooyoung can only smile as he comes to hover over you before pressing a kiss to your pouting lips. he can tell how tired you are from where you open your mouth, allowing wooyoung to do as he pleases.

when he pulls away, string of saliva is what connects the two of you.

"i love you, y/n," he says, repeating his words from earlier. he lays down next you, letting his hand come up to push your hair away, some of it sticking to sweaty forehead. you lazily wrap your arms around him, attempting to pull yourself closer to him.

"i love you, too, wooyoung," you say with a smile that makes wooyoung feel oddly at ease, "i'll always love you, my prince."

wooyoung knows that he will do anything for you. he would kill with his bare hands if it meant protecting you and sparkle in your eye. he would go to the ends of the earth if it meant to please you.

he would do anything for you, because he loves you and you love him.

special suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

Hi guys! Im ashamed how long i procrastinated on this BUT I’m back with a lovely request from @want2besomeoneelse who also requested this lovely fic with skz han!! Thank you so much for requesting this because it’s such an adorable idea and i loved it so much even if it took me 2weeks to finish:(

Pairing: ateez wooyoung!bf x gn!reader

Disclaimer: BBQ, kisses, mention of atz beating Wooyoung up if he hurts reader (couldn’t find anything else but please tell me if there is any!!)

Word count:1372 (im sorry i just loved the idea so much😭)

The request was based on the middle photo!<3

The comfort of Wooyoung

After Wooyoung offered the cuddles with the BBQ, the idea didn't seem that bad anymore. You got a little excited and even cheered up a bit at the thought of being with the boys, listening to their banter while cuddling with your lovely boyfriend.

You honestly loved spending time with all of them, but today you were just so exhausted and felt like going out and being around loud crowds of people would just make things worse. But you also haven't seen them properly in a while and they’re like a second family to you and you miss them a lot.

Wooyoung picked you up around seven. After like ten minutes of driving and talking, you realised that he went the opposite way to your usual BBQplace so you questioned him. “Hey Woo…aren’t you going in the wrong direction?” “No babes, we’re going to Yungi! They said that they wouldn't mind if it’s at theirs if it means you're going to come with me!” He smiled at you softly and looked back at the road. Your heart melted when you heard what was happening.

The rest of Ateez are like the big brothers you wish you had when you were younger. They are protective of you and would definitely beat Wooyoung if he hurt you.

When you arrived at Yunho and Mingi’s apartment, Yungi and Hongjoong were setting up the BBQ and the meat outside while the others were half fooling around, half helping the others. After the preparations were done all of you piled outside.

You sat around the grill and when Wooyoung put his arms around you, you instantly melted into his side. You were so tired. Sleep has been terrible these days and today’s meetings sucked the life out of you. The elder knew that cuddles charge you up very well so that’s exactly what you choose to do to recover from today’s work stress.

While everyone fed themselves, your caring boyfriend also fed you as you remained glued to his side. All you had to do was point at the items you wanted to eat and you occasionally kissed him on the cheek to show him that even though you're tired, you are beyond grateful to have him.

After all of the meat was eaten everyone stayed outside around the grill and talked about anything and everything. You listened to Jongho and Mingi both complain about struggling with a new dance move in the choreography, while Wooyoung giggled at them because of course the main dancer had already mastered that move.

After a while, you started getting cold and just wanted to be inside. “Woo…do you think we could move inside, it's cold here. Would the others be okay with that?” you pouted and looked up at him with tired eyes. “Yunho hyung, could all of us move to the couches inside? It’s getting cold and I don't want any of us to get sick.” Wooyoung asked the host. You were thankful that he didn't emphasize that you were cold because you would’ve felt bad for making everyone move inside just because you felt cold. “I support the idea!” Yeosang said who was sitting on your right side. “Well then let’s go inside, but please help us clean up here!” Seonghwa instructed his dongsaengs as he stood up from his chair.

After twenty minutes all of you sat on the couch and Mingi was going through Netflix, waiting for suggestions on what to watch. “Let’s watch the one with Seongwha hyung in it!!” Jongho said enthusiastically while everyone laughed.

After Mingi put How to Train Your Dragon you felt Wooyoung move. “Baby are you comfy?” he kissed your temple softly after he asked. You turned to face him and nodded, giving him a soft peck. He smiled at you brightly and pulled you closer to his side.

Even though you've seen this movie before, you still teared up when Hiccup’s dad told him: you are not my son. While you were trying to sniffle quietly, Wooyoung suddenly lifted you up and put you on his lap. You looked at him confusedly. “Wanted to comfort my baby. I don’t like seeing you sad!” He gave you a quick kiss and wiped your tears for you. You snuggled closer to him and after a while, your sniffles quieted down. Wooyoung softly rubbed your shoulder up and down.

The movie was not even halfway when you started feeling drowsy. You were already tired but with your head on Woo’s chest, you could feel every vibration when he laughed or made a comment so that just added to making you slowly fall into a soft slumber.

You don’t know for how long you were asleep, but you stirred up when Wooyoung started moving around. You wanted to get up because Woo must’ve gotten sore by now. But you couldn't move much upward because two strong arms firmly wrapped around your middle and pulled you right back to where you were before. “Woo, I can move if you want me to-” “No baby I want more cuddles! I just wanted to lie down so it’d be more comfortable for both of us!” he interrupted you and lay on his back while also shifting your body so you’ll be comfy cuddling into his side. “Thank you Youngie!” After you thanked him, you fell right back to sleep, not even realising in your sleep-drunken state that you guys were still in Yungi’s home with the others around you.

As you dozed off again, the others around you started teasing your boyfriend with kissie faces and cheeky looks, but he couldn't care less when you were in his arms. He placed small kisses on your trample and brushed his hand through your hair. Then he rubbed your back while pointing his tongue out at his crazy hyungs and of course, Jongho who has sneakily taken generous amounts of photos of the two of you. Even if Jongho isn't an affectionate person he still loves looking at what you have. Plus it’s great blackmailing material, but that’s not the important part.

Another unknown amount of time went by and this time you woke up when the cold air hit your face. After you looked around you realised that you were at your front door still cuddled up in Wooyoung’s arms while he was opening the door. You wanted to put your legs down, but Woo still didn’t want to let you go.

After you got in Wooyoung brought you to the bathroom, gently placed you on the counter and took care of you as in brushing your teeth and changing you into pyjamas. You got off the counter and walked to your bed, but you realised that Woo hadn’t changed into the pyjamas that he kept at your apartment just in case he wanted to sleep there. You turned around with a sleepy pout on your face and looked up at your boyfriend who was following you to your bedroom. “Young-ah you're gonna leave me here?” you looked at him sadly. “You want me to stay baby?” Woo asked you before giving you a gentle kiss. “Of course I want you to stay!! I always want you here with me Woo!” you exclaimed and hugged him tightly. He chuckled lightly then picked you up and put you down on your back. “I’ll be back quickly baby, I'm just gonna change yeah?” He looked at you lovingly. You just nodded and got comfy in the bed. You closed your eyes because it was getting harder to keep them open.

You were in between awake and fully asleep when you felt the mattress dip next to you then you were grabbed by two familiar hands and pulled into his chest. “I love you, Woo, thank you for today!” you told him and gave him a quick kiss. “I love you too baby and you don't have to thank me!” he said then gave you a kiss back.

He pulled you closer into his chest again and kissed the top of your head. “Good night my love!” He said to you asleep form and then he fell asleep too dreaming about forever and after with you.

Thank you for reading this and im deeply sorry for not posting for 2 weeks:(( im also sorry if me and or my work gives of pick me vibes because i dont mean to😭

Anyways please give me feedbacks because it motivates me to write more and that way i can work on things you point out!!

You can always request and i’d love to receive requests!!

Thank you for reading my work and not forgetting about me!! Take care of yourself and be safe please❤️‍🩹🫂

Taglist: @justwonder113 @ihrtlix @want2besomeoneelse (comment or put in asks if you want to be on the list!)

[cherrysoojins]

scream.

ghostface! choi san & ghostface! jung wooyoung, oneshot/drabble (no pt. 2), horror themes, subjects of murder, underlying yandere themes, for mature audiences ( no smut ).

🔪 — : the annual frat halloween party hosted by your two best friends was not supposed to turn into a actual halloween horror movie for you.

this was not how halloween night was supposed to go.

party music loud and blaring, drowning out the screams and the slaughter as everyone finds just one more person dead.

not just another person, but another person you slept with. another person you dated. another person who looked in your general vicinity. every male with at least some correlation to you, you realize, have all become victims of a murder in that house party.

how many people have died at this rate? you’re not too sure.

having your phone in your shaky hands as you hid in the cupboards under the bathroom sink, you texted someone— anyone, hands moving frantically against the electronics keyboard. calling someone didn’t seem like a safe option, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your shaky voice at bay despite the blaring music.

halloween was not supposed to be like this. halloween was never supposed to actually be scary. halloween horrors were not supposed to actually come true.

how did you get here? what brought this upon the night? why were people who were involved with you dying left and right? was it a coincidence? were people still dying as you hid under the sink, encased in the darkness, relatively safe for now? why couldn’t people get out? could people get out?

should you get out?

like any normal person in a situation like this, your mind raced back and forth with possibilities, what if’s, and or’s, what should you do, do you save yourself or other people?

the latter was the easiest thought you had. albeit selfish, but it was always you. you came first.

people would keep dying and you would stay hidden.

until you couldn’t.

until the door to the bathroom creaked open, heavy thumps of boots sounding out, close to you. close to your safety.

turning the phone off, encasing yourself in the complete darkness, you stilled. other things like extra deodorants and razors, common bathroom necessities littered around your body, but you refused to be the dumb blonde in horror movies.

so you didn’t move, you held your breath.

“come on, y/n,” san’s voice rung out, tantalizing, dark— so different from the voice you hear everyday walking around campus.

deep down, you knew none of those guys’ deaths were coincidences.

you just didn’t want san to be the bad guy.

“you can’t keep hiding, times limited, baby.” his voice cooed out, banging his fist against the wall loudly, looking to freak you out and give yourself away.

you didn’t. keeping calm and breathing deep, you just had to play it cool. you just can’t be scared.

you could hear a frustrated groan following a tear of the shower curtains being roughly pulled back, a kick to the bathtub. he’s losing patience, you’re losing your mind at how close he seems to be getting.

but he was never that thorough, he was just a stupid frat boy— or so you thought until now. used to think that he wasn’t very capable of much besides throwing big frat parties and serving as a pretty face, he always used to be a little clueless in a lot of aspects.

but what if that’s a front and he checks every goddamn inch of this bathroom, proving how thorough and smart he actually can be?

footsteps walked around the bathroom some more before you finally heard them disappear. where? you don’t know, but surely far enough away.

turning on your phone once again, your fingers frantically texted anyone within reach— ‘call the cops’ ‘murderer’ ‘think i might die please hurry’, anything you could. anything to save yourself.

“gotcha.” a voice perked, yanking the doors open to the cupboard, making you scream. hands immediately shot out and grabbed your ankle that was bunched up under the sink, harshly yanking you out to where your head slammed against the tiled floor.

“oh, man. you can fool san, but not me.” wooyoung this time. shock taking over your body.

words can’t formulate the feeling. the dread. anguish. fear. betrayal.

they were working together.

they were working together?

“come on, baby. places to be, things to do.” san piqued from the doorframe, leaning on it in his all black attire that matched wooyoung’s, two ghost face masks in his hand, lifting them and jiggling them around as if he was taunting you with that dimpled smirk on his face.

“you… the people…” your voice trailed off, looking back at wooyoung.

“dead or they left. let’s go before the party gets busted.” wooyoung joked, grabbing you by the waist and slinging you over his shoulder.

you didn’t fight back. how could you against your best friend?

lifting your head up to look at the bathroom you were once safe in, eyes meeting your other best friends who still had his dimpled smile along his features.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, baby.” san said, the ghost face masks still dangling in his hand.

halloween was not supposed to end like this.

not proofread lol 😝🫵🏻

[luvryeo]

don't tease — jung wooyoung

0.1K MILESTONE EVENT ⟢ CLOSED fem!reader , afab!reader , smut but kinda not full on smut (still explicit sexual content tho , cw : pet names (baby, pretty girl) , wc: 0.9K , uhm here you go babe ! @jaehunnyy good luck ily <3 MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

parties aren’t necessarily your thing, but oftentimes, you still love what they bring; attention. and not just any attention, but attention from your boyfriend. it’s not that he neglects you by any stretch at other times, it’s just that the neon lights and fancy clothes are a guarantee that he wants you. 

he’s never subtle about it either, his hands are always on you, slipping just far enough in certain places to make you flustered. he presses kisses to your neck and the soft spot behind your ear and makes his friends cringe at all the physical contact. but he doesn’t care; he loves it so much, and he knows that you do too. 

and tonight he just looks so goddamn fine in that black tank top and the big chain necklace that sits right at the base of his neck, that you can’t hold back yourself. off in a corner with minimal eyes to pry, you press a quick kiss to his collarbone because he’s just far too irresistible.

“baby?” he sounds a touch surprised, which is warranted considering your usually shyer nature. there’s teasing in his voice as well, because he’s been very aware of the way you’ve been staring at him since the moment he picked you up in his car. and of course, when you look at his face with a lightly bashful gaze, there’s a cocky smirk planted on his lips.

“yeah?” you question innocently, as if you’re expecting him to have a real question for you. he huffs out a small laugh.

“just couldn’t help it, could you?” he asks, far too happy about this all. “is my baby being bold tonight?”

you fight the smile making its way onto your face. shaking your head and staring at his nice shoes, you’re suddenly shy again.

“oh, don’t go all shy on me now, baby. that’s not fair now, is it?” with gentle fingers, he lifts your chin up so you’re looking him in the eye. you’re not even sure what to say to that, tempted to let out a tiny whimper at the way he tilted your head up to show him just how much that action turned you on.

his hand shifts to the back of your neck as he pulls you closer by the waist and molds his lips over yours. he almost kisses you like you’re alone, but he pulls away far sooner than he would if you really weren’t surrounded by other people. 

then both hands are on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer so that you’re flush against his body and you can feel his cock starting to harden. a small moan escapes your throat at the feeling, but the sound is swallowed up by the noise of your surroundings. your face feels even more flushed with heat than before, if that were even possible, and you’re still struggling to look him in the eyes, so you let your gaze continue to roam his exposed shoulders and collarbone.

“i’d do anything to have you alone right now,” he rumbles into your ear. “but i promised to stay all night.”

again, your flip switches, a touch of boldness and a wave of want overcoming your senses just long enough for you to say it. “if we were alone right now,” you begin, looking at him with pleading eyes, “what would you do to me?”

“fuck, baby, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans. “you really wanna know, sweet girl?”

“yes please,” you beg, your voice barely audible even to him. 

“well,” he starts, dragging out the word unnecessarily long to tease you. his thumbs maneuver their way under the fabric of your shirt and drag against your bare skin in a way that makes you shiver. “i’m willing to bet that you’re already wet, am i right, baby? god, i wish i could check right  now.” you just nod at his question, desperate for him to keep going. “so, if we were alone right now,” his eyes are alight with teasing and lust, “i’d pull down these stupid shorts of yours and rip off those cute white panties that i know you’re wearing right now and i’d suck on your clit and shove my fingers up your cunt until you're begging me to stop.”

“wooyoung,” you whine out, trying to keep yourself from grinding against him and feeling as though you’re already out of breath.

“yeah, baby? do you like hearing me talk like this?” he brushes his lips over the shell of your ear. “are you my dirty little girl, desperate to hear how i’m gonna fuck you tonight?”

“don’t tease,” you complain.

“i just can’t help it, baby. you’re too easy to tease.” he presses a kiss to your nose that almost makes you forget what you really want. you give him a sly smile and he quirks his eyebrow.

“aren’t you gonna keep going?” you giggle just a little bit. “or are you too shy?” he can’t even hold back the grin on his face as he shifts one of his hands to land right on your ass, making you gasp.

“i think that’s you, pretty girl,” he smirks. “but, if you insist.. then i’ll make you watch me while i fuck you dumb with my cock because i want to see your pretty face when i make you cum. does that sound good to you, baby?”

[yustea]

Back to [Navigation]

Paring: Wooyoung x afab reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: You and Wooyoung have been best friends every since you could remember, however, when that friendship is trialed by the temptation of lust, desire, and seduction, how will it play out?

Genre: +18 content so MDNI, friends to lovers, friends to fwb!, crack, heavy smut!, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: mean!dom!Woo, switch(?)brat!reader, unprotected!sex! (Woo uses pull out method; wrap it before you tap it), brat!taming!, spanking!, hair!pulling!, heavy degrading!, praising!, manhandling!, orgasm!denial!, pet!names! (baby, sugar, kitten, pretty, princess, slut!, whore!, sir!, good!girl!, sweet!girl!, etc.), mentions of breeding!, sub!space!, possession!, dumbification!, dacryphilia! and free!use!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

“YAH YOU BITCH GIVE ME BACK MY CHIPS,” Wooyoung screeched from across the room, clambering up from the makeshift pillow fort he created for tonight’s movie marathon as he stampeded after you in a seething, determined rage. “NEVER,” you hollered back, clutching the fluorescent green packet closer to your chest as you ducked and evaded his attacks, leaping behind the kitchen island and situating it between the two of you, adrenaline pumping through your veins. “I SWEAR TO GOD Y/N, I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T GIVE IT BACK,” he lunged forward in an attempt to grab the snacks. You twisted it out of reach, causing him narrowly miss it by a centimetre. You snickered at his pitiful effort as you turned your back to make your grand escape, already basking in your victorious thievery.

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip reef you back, forcing a gasped cry to escape your lips and causing you to collide against the kitchen bench as muscular arms imprisoned you between the counter and Wooyoung’s clothed abdomen. At your disoriented state, he seized the opportunity to snatch his snack back and, to your despite, dangled them in the air with his left hand as a winning smirk graced his face. Well shit, you grimaced, thrashing and wriggling around in a miserable attempt to escape. “Naw.. poor baby can’t free herself?” Wooyoung cooed as a sadistic chuckle erupted from his throat at your pathetic endeavour.

“Shut up,” you hiss as a venomous stare morphed your face, a searing rouge blooming across your neck and cheeks. Eventually, you managed to wrangle your arm free, rising on your tippy toes to reach the chip packet, only for him to raise it higher, acquiring a pleasurable delight at your humiliating suffering. “Hmph,” you huffed as you crossed your arms at your inevitable defeat, a pout forming upon your lips. You had to think of a way to obtain the snacks without further embarrassing yourself. You had to think of something smart… something clever… something unexpected…

Ding💡

A sly grin spread across your face as you gazed up at him with a sultry glance, a hint of deviance and mischief within your eyes. Wooyoung quirked an eyebrow, already suspicious of your sudden mood change. Gingerly, you delicately placed your hands across his chest, pressing yourself against his shirt as you leant upward towards his face, eyes flickering down at his lips momentarily. “W-what are you doing?” he stammered, unsure how to respond. You let out a soft giggle, reaching up to caress his face. “I don’t know what you mean Woo,” you murmured sensually in his ear, leaving a peck against his lobe and peering at the lowering chip packet as he slowly began to let his guard down. This may have been one of the stupidest ideas I’ve ever had yet, you thought as he further lulled into your teasing actions. But hey, it’s working.

His right arm snaked around your waist, tightening his grip like a vice as he pressed you closer to his chest. A smirk adorned your face as you continued to trail soft kisses down along his nape and collarbone. Wooyoung’s breath hitched at a particular spot, closing his eyes and automatically tilting his head, allowing more mobility to your antics. You began to snuck and nip on that area, earning a choked gasp from his parted lips, the snack almost within reach. C’mon… just a little closer. “Does it feel good?” you whispered, further maintaining your facade as you received an eager nod, the chip packet lowering further. A smirk adorned your face. Gotcha.

Instantly, you lurched forward, the packet almost within reach, when suddenly, you were spun around, your face smushing against the cool marble countertop as the snack was flung to the side. Your wrists were pinned by Wooyoung’s hand, his hips pressing against your ass and your eyes widening in surprise as you took note of the very evident boner protruding between your upper thighs. He leant down, using his free hand to brush aside your hair, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spin. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your stupid plan, sugar?” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Such a needy, little slut, willing to throw herself at me to get what she wants.”

He bucked his hips, a sharp gasp escaping from you. You began to struggle against his grasp in an attempt to set yourself free when a searing crack whipped against your ass. A startled cry echoed the room as you subconsciously rubbed your legs together to ease the lapping arousal. “Tut, tut, tut,” he scorned. “Don’t be a brat now, you’re already in deep shit for teasing me before.” You scoffed, feeling your defiant inner whore emerging from within. “Look at you, acting so prestigious and authoritative. What happened to the whiny, submissive, breedable, little bitch that was being so obedient earlier?”

Your hair was reefed back, a stinging pain sizzling across your skull. “Watch your tongue, kitten. Unless you want to be punished right here, right now, I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth shut,” Wooyoung seethed, twisting his grip in your hair, causing you to shut your eyes at the discomfort. You gritted your teeth as you knuckled the countertop. “I’d like to see you try, sub,” you spat, snapping your eyes open as you stared directly into his, a brewing sinister lust swirling within them at your snarky comment. A dark snigger rumbled within his throat as he yanked you closer. “You asked for it, slut,” he whispered.

You were thrusted to the ground as Wooyoung manhandled your limbs on all fours in doggy-style, tightening his hold on your hair. “Now listen here, slut,” he tugged for emphasis as he forced your legs apart, pressing his hard cock against your throbbing heat. “We are going to use the traffic light system; green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. You can say these words at any time, but if I determine you are only saying them to be a brat,” he smacked your ass once again as you bit your lip at the sting. “your punishment will be worse. Am I understood?” You gave no response, a rebellious grin gracing your lips as you took pleasure in challenging his authority.

Wooyoung poked the inside of his cheek, displeased with you disobedient behaviour. Suddenly, your pyjama pants were yanked down to your knees. His hand whipped against your ass in one swift motion. You gasped, mouth agape as tears prickled your eyes. You rocked your hips against his before he stilled your antics with another slap. “I said am I understood, kitten?” His words were venom, his grip tightening against your hair as his other dug his fingers into the side of your hip. You winced slightly as you nodded, bitting your tongue to resist the urge of snapping back. “Words please princess,” Wooyoung pulled against you hair once more. “Yes. Sir,” you forced out.

A sly grin twisted across his face at the nickname, releasing your hair and brushing it to the side in an affectionate manner. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He cooed, earning a sarcastic eye roll from you. “Now when I ask for your colour, you’re going to respond to me loud and clear. Am I understood?” “Yes Woo,” you spoke disinterestedly, beginning to admire your nails in boredom to further rile him up. He clicked his tongue. He gave you one last chance. “Now what colour are you princess?” “What does it matter if you’re too much of a pussy to fuck me?” You snarled. His grip tightened against your hip. So much for being able to walk tomorrow.

Wooyoung sighed, faux disappointment smothering his face. “And here I thought you would be my good girl..,” his voice deepened an octave, the atmosphere becoming dark and thick with lust. Suddenly, you didn’t feel as confident anymore. Your arms began to quiver, your heartbeat racing. “I guess you’ll just always be a filthy,“ *spank* “no-good,” *spank* “bratty whore who just wants her dirty cunt to be filled,” *spank* “used,” *spank* “and abused,” he degraded as he gave your ass a final crack, forcing a choked moan from your throat. Oh, you were in deep shit. “I bet you’re already soaking, kitten. I can smell your pungent arousal from here,” he seethed, tugging down your damp panties and taking a deep inhale of your scent. Quickly, he plunged two fingers into your wet cunt, pumping in and out at a fast pace. “WOO,” you yelped in surprise. “You’re dripping like a fucking bitch in heat,” he spat.

“Such a dirty, needy, little slut, acting naughty just so she can be disciplined and get her fucking cunt used and filled with my seed,” he mocked, already probing your entrance with a third finger. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Just to be my personal fuck toy; too dumb and stupid to think of anything else other than beg for my cock and to be bred.” Your legs began to tremble as your desperate whines increased, reverberating across the room. Your inner brat was finally beginning to conform. “P-please s-sir,” you begged, “s-slow d-down.” “Hmm…” he pondered tauntingly, gradually increasing his pace just to spite you. You cried out, bucking your hips to synchronise with his antics as a dirty smile graced his lips. “I don’t think I will,” he snickered. “Filthy whores like you are only here to be used as a set of holes; ready for anyone to slip their cock in and milk them dry.”

Your walls clamped around his fingers, his vile degrading further fuelling your humiliation and arousal, the approach of your orgasm becoming evident. “Pretty thing‘s gonna come?” He teasingly cooed, his thumb snaking his way to your clit, rubbing it in harsh circular motions as your pussy twitched at his rough antics. You frantically nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation of the euphoric feeling. “A-almost th-ere!!” you cried out. You were teetering on the edge of your peak, a dazed sheen glossing over your eyes. Just as you were teetering on the edge of tranquility, he pulled out and wiped his fingers against your reddened ass in mock disgust, taking satisfaction in your displeasure.

“WOOOO,” you whined as hot tears began to prickle the corners of your eyes. “W-why’d you do t-that?” you sniffled, your mind beginning to fog. “Poor baby,” he taunted. “This was your punishment, remember? Disobedient brats don’t get to cum.” You hit the ground with your fists in frustration as searing streams of tears raced down your cheeks. You felt cheated. How could he be this cruel? He softly cupped your chin, catching the stray droplets as he cooed at your anger. “Naw.. sweet girl’s having a tanty because she didn’t get to cum?” Faux sympathy crossed his features as he formed a fake pout, taunting you further. “S-sir,” You whimpered in desperation, your eyes glassing over at his condescending words as your mind began to cloud further.

“Are you ready to be a good girl now?” He softly asked, becoming conscious of your emerging sub space. “Y-ye-yes sir, p-please. Just wa-nna make you feel good. U-use me please,” you begged, willing to do anything to relieve your aching cunt. He smiled amorously, gently caressing your damp cheek with his thumb, his demeanour flipping. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he lightly teased, undoing the string of his pyjama pants before slowly tugging them down. His hard member sprung free, knocking against your weeping pussy and causing you to release a jolted whimper.

Carefully, he guided himself in, your mouths hanging agape at the sensation. Inch by inch, he sunk further in, resisting the urge to cum from the way your walls were squeezing him like a vice. Finally, he bottomed out inside, a breath of relief escaping both your lips. “O-oh my god,” he whined, never imagining you felt this good. He stayed still so you could adjust to his size, despite the primal yearn to rail you senseless. After a moment, he began to slowly buck his hips, your walls clamping around his dick as you felt every vein that etched his pretty length through his languid and sensual motions. Quiet moans escaped your throat as you dug your nails into your palms, your body rocking back and forth at his gentle thrusts. “F-faster,” you pleaded, sensing the quick approach of your orgasm. At your command, he began to piston his hips as the sudden sound of skin slapping echoed across the room. Your head flung back as a loud whine erupted from your throat, your back arching and your limbs quivering as he continued to pound inside of you.

“Does my pretty feel good?” He cooed, placing gentle kisses across your bare shoulders. “Y-YES SIR,” you cried, the edges of your eyes becoming a searing white as his hand snaked underneath to rub your clit. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he smacked your ass as a carnal possessiveness pooled in his lustful eyes, taking great delight at the sight of you falling apart on his hard cock. “Y-YOU,” you howled. Your sopping cunt began to rapidly pulsate as you felt the oncoming arrival of your orgasm. “Hold it,” he hissed, thrusting into you faster as he chased his own high, desperate to cum with you. You whined loudly, straining every muscle in your body to try and fulfil his demand. “C-can’t hold it for much l-longer, sir,” you gasped as your ears began to ring and your body ached in need of release. “Okay pretty, cum for me.”

That was all you needed before a high pitched moan resonated around the room as you squirted on him, your juices seeping into your discarded clothes and swamping across the kitchen floor. Swiftly, Wooyoung pulled out, hurriedly jacking himself off before spilling his seed across the expanse of your back as the warm substance pooled against your sweaty skin. You collapsed, your body shaking from exhaustion and your mind on the verge of passing out. The room stood still, only the sounds of your heavy pants and palpitating hearts could be heard as you both slowly ebbed away from your tranquil bliss.

After he composed himself, Wooyoung clambered up, retrieving a couple of tissues and a cool bottle of water from the fridge. He sat back down, carefully dabbing away both your cum, being cautious as to not drip anymore onto the floor. He threw them aside once he was done and gently manoeuvred you onto his lap, cracking the bottle open and tilting your head upwards. You swallowed the soothing liquid in hasty gulps as he patiently waited for you to finish. “T-thanks-s” you croaked, wincing as you spoke, your throat feeling coarse like sand paper. He let out a quiet giggle before taking a swig himself. “Do you wanna have a bath?” He queried, screwing the cap back on and setting the bottle on the counter. You frantically nodded, in desperate need for a calming, relaxing soak after the wild abuse your limbs experienced. He picked you up bridal-style, making his way to the bathroom as he affectionately pecked the bridge of your nose.

When the temperature was right, he placed you into the warm tub, joining you soon after. Grabbing a loofah, he gently scrubbed your back, his demeanour now attentive and loving. You guys basked in comfortable silence, sharing endearing pecks here and there and playfully splashing one another as you both bathed in the lulling water. Once you were done, Wooyoung carefully placed you on the counter, taking his sweet time to dry you off, a tender affection invading his presence. After you were dried, he carried you back to the abandoned pillow fort, placing you on top of his chest as you both shared a passionate kiss, taking in the sweet bliss of the pure love for one another. Gently, he pulled back as an adoring smile graced his lips. “I love you,” he whispered as he caressed your face, his eyes swirling with fondness and love. “I know,” you teased as your received a jesting eye roll in response. You leant back down to peck his lips. “I love you too.” An amorous warmth kindled within both your chests as you snuggled into one another, slipping into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: Hi guys, thank you so much for reading my fic :)) Please feel free to reblog on tumblr, give me any feedback (all is welcome), and if you have any fic ideas/thoughts please comment them and I’ll make sure to tag you in the post. Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

Back to [Navigation]

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Unexpectedly | Masterlist

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and in no way does it represent any of the members in any way, shape or form. Names for Y/N's former company & managers have been made up.

©️ 2024 DANCINGLIKEBUTTERFLYWINGS. DO NOT COPY, MODIFY OR REPOST ANYWHERE.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Idol!Reader, idol!reader x manager!oc (not a romantic relationship)

Featuring: Ateez, Stray Kids (mostly Changbin), TXT (mostly Yeonjun)

Genre: SMAU with written parts, fluff, angst, friends to lovers.

Summary: When the company Y/N is signed with announces its closure, she feels as though her career as a soloist is over. So when KQ offers Y/N a contract, she jumps at the chance. Not only does she get to continue doing what she loves but she gets to work alongside Wooyoung, her lifelong best friend again. Unexpectedly, as they spend more time together, she finds her feelings growing more deeply for him.

Warnings: unrequited love, friendly flirting, angst, idiots in love, there maybe some suggestive content (no smut though), minor character death, possessiveness, mentions of stalking, toxic fans, creepy manager. Warnings will be placed at the start of the chapter.

Status: In progress

Updates: I haven't come up with an actual schedule.

Tag List: Open. To join - leave a comment on this post, send in an ask or fill out my permanent tag list form.

Introducing Y/N | SM Profiles

Prologue

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

more coming soon

PLEASE NOTE: There is no face claim for reader but I will use some pictures that are purely for aesthetics. Unless stated, please take no note of hair colours and styles, timestamps etc. Some names and places are made up.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 5- Edging

I have been really excited for this day!

Pairings: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Warnings: This is literally porn (I am not sorry), sub!wooyoung, soft femdom!reader, nicknames (Mommy, pretty boy, baby), handjob, light restraint (reader sits behind Wooyoung and keeps him in place with her legs)

=Let me know if I missed any=

18+ MDNI

PROMP LIST

MASTERLIST

You loved teasing Wooyoung. You loved to hear his soft cries and whines and whimpers. He sounded so pretty when he was begging you to cum and you just couldn't get enough. That is why every now and then you loved to edge him. You would sit behind him your legs around his waist and holding his legs in place. You had perfect access to his pretty cock and were able to kiss along his neck just like he liked it. This is where you found yourself now hand wrapped around his cock. You kissed and nipped at his neck.

"You like that baby," you ask, "You look so pretty for me like this you know?"

"Yes Mommy I like it you make me feel so good," he whines. You keep stroking him slowly loving the way he whimpers and tries to buck his hips into your hand. You start to stroke him faster now. The sounds escaping his mouth are louder and more desperate. When you feel him start to get close you remove your hand and go back to teasing him lightly. He lets out a sob, he was so ready to cum.

"Not yet baby I want to play with you for a little longer. You know how much I love watching you squirm," you say into his ear. He is panting trying to catch his breath while also trying to hold back the frustrated tears that well in his eyes. You start the process over again stroking his pretty cock until he is almost ready to cum and then stopping the only contact being you running your nails gently up and down his chest. He looks so beautiful, so fucked out for you. Tears streamed down his beautiful face and drool fell down his chin. He was perfect.

This same went on for what seemed like hours to Wooyoung. He could barely form real words anymore much less be conscious of time passing. You figured you had played with him enough and he had been so good it was time for his reward. "You have been so good for mommy baby. Letting me play with you like this, I think it's time I finally let you cum hmm," you say. Wooyoung tries to speak but all he can really do at this point is spout jumbled words and nod.

You stroke his cock again at a decently fast pace. It doesn't take much anymore to get him to the edge. Being so close Wooyoung manages to beg, "I am gonna cum Mommy please keep going please please ple-"

You work him through the biggest orgasm you've ever seen him have speaking words of encouragement, "That's it, my pretty boy. Cum for me cum for Mommy just like that." When he was done you continued to sit with him while he came down from the high. You gently played with his hair and hummed sweet songs into his ear. When you were sure he was back to reality you spoke again, "You did so good baby. You wanna bath to get you all cleaned up?"

"Yes please," he responds softly. You give him a smile and carefully help him move so you can go start him a bath. When the bath was ready you helped him get in and you talked through the scene. It was nice to talk things through after you had done them to see what was good and what could be improved if anything at all. It leaves space for any concerns to be brought up too. The consensus at this particular time was that it was great and would definitely be tried again at a later date. After the bath you helped Wooyoung get dried off and into something comfortable to sleep in and you went to bed cuddling and fully satisfied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Ya know for not being a dom at all I think this turned out pretty good and I gotta say I love the idea of sub!Wooyoung! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and please don't forget I am taking other requests besides Kinktober stuff as well so send those in as well!

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober 2023 D2: Two Can Play - Ateez - Werewolf! Wooyoung

Navigation

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Ateez Masterlist

Pairing:  Werewolf! Wooyoung x Werewolf! Afab Reader

Genre: Smut, Some Slight Fluff

Summary: Hongjoong comes to you desperate to find help for Wooyoung through his rut, though perhaps you get more than you bargained for.

Warnings: Switch! Wooyoung, Switch! reader, dirty talk (praise and degradation), teasing from both sides, oral (reader receiving), choking (Wooyoung receiving), manhandling, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

Word Count: 2288

As soon as Hongjoong approached you, you knew something was off.  It wasn’t often he just approached you to check up on things. No, he had his own ways of taking note of that, so for him to approach you it was often something rather serious. The worry in his eyes only cemented your thoughts that something was going on.

“Y/N I need your help...” Hongjoong finally speaks up, lip pulling up between his teeth. 

“Of course Joongie, what’s wrong? You know I’ll always do all I can to help out.” You try to reassure him, but it’s hard with how little you’re clued into what is going on.

“Okay...don’t feel obligated to help though. I understand if you want to say no and that is perfectly fine.” He still hesitates some with a sigh, “It’s Wooyoung.. his rut came and there’s no one to help him out. I know you and him aren’t as familiar, but I really have no one else to ask for help, and he’s just in pain, and I don’t know what else to do.”

You pout a little at the amount of emotion rolling off Hongjoong, it is obvious that seeing the younger who he was so fond of like that was weighing on him and pushed him to branch out a little more than the introverted alpha typically would. Wooyoung was sweet enough too, despite the chaos he caused that you weren’t sure you really minded helping out, especially with his looks mixed in as well.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me helping him out? That can be rather intense and intimate at times.” You try to assure knowing that in his current state, Wooyoung likely would just make an instinctive choice and not necessarily the one he would want when it was all said and done.

“Yes, trust me yes. Some of the others might know you as well, but they have eyes... they’re not dumb. They look at you and want you, he won’t mind one bit...trust me.” Hongjoong assures you, though he can still see the uncertainty etched into your eyes. "Please Y/N, there's really not another way."

You sign, "Fine Hongjoong, let me go get a few things so I'm prepared and let me know where to go."

It truly doesn't take you long to grab the few necessities you'd need knowing you'd be couped up for some time if you were to help Wooyoung through this. Noting how a loud growl sounds from upstairs as soon as you step into the home.

"Here's the key. There should be plenty of food stocked up, but we'll bring some more tonight just in case, and if you need anything call me." Hongjoong spits out rather rushed as he quickly ushers the other boys out so they can bolt. Yet not before one of them can tease.

"And don't forget protection~" San teased as Hongjoong shoved him through the doorway so that it would just be you and Wooyoung in the home.

Taking a shaky breath you slowly make your way towards the bedroom, each step seeming slightly more daunting than the last until you're slowly pushing the door open. Finding Wooyoung chained to the bed, the man growling out as his eyes lock with your form sending a shudder down your spine affecting you already. That mixed with the heady scent of him and his rut pheromones filling the air.

"Y/N are you really here? Or am I hallucinating again?" Wooyoung finally finds himself asking, his voice slightly coarse from being in this state so long.

"You...you hallucinated about me? Like this? Now?" Your words are breathy, Wooyoung scoffing at the incredulous tone you had now. 

“Fuck have you seen yourself? Of course, I did. I refused help from anyone else, all I’ve wanted this whole time was you. So won’t you please stop tormenting me and come help me out?” By the end of what he was saying Wooyoung’s words were coming out in a growl. 

It was your turn to raise a brow now, “Oh? Who said I was going to?”

“We’re the only ones here sweetheart, and no way the others would let you in without you knowing. Plus that key in your hands tells me that you agreed to come here and give me what I’ve been dying to have for so long.” Wooyoung smirks, watching your expression change as you almost feel as though you’re the one trapped for a second. 

You’re not ready to give it up though, deciding to take it up a level and make your way over to him. Getting on the bed you throw a leg over his hips, close enough to let him feel the heat of your body above his. One of your hands trailing up his exposed chest.

“Look at you, practically undressed already. Are you sure you’ve been waiting for me? Cause it looks an awful lot like you haven’t.” You tease, watching his eyes glaze over at your touch, his head already fuzzy at barely feeling you.

“I-I was good. I waited. No matter who offered help I denied it because if it wasn’t you then it wouldn’t matter.” He finally gets out as your touch melts him. Watching with hooded eyes as you lean in closer letting him catch a glimpse down your shirt as you do. 

“So good for me huh?’ You praise nipping at his chest before soothing it over, the moan he rewards you with sending a shiver down your spine. Wooyoung nearly snarls as he catches the scent of your arousal as a result, the sound only making it worse. “Oh hush pup, I thought you were gonna be good for me.”

“Hm, that depends... what will it get me?” You wipe the smug look off his face only a second later when you’re unbuttoning your shirt, Wooyoung instantly shutting up, eyes fixated on your actions.

“Like I would just tell you. No. Even that would be too easy for a brat like you.” You scoff, shrugging it off your shoulders now, “But perhaps I’ll let you have a taste if you decide to behave for me.”

Wooyoung whimpers at just the thought, squirming slightly, “Please, I’ve dreamed of it for so long. Please let me have a taste of you. You smell so good already, but you’re too far away.” 

You put two fingers under his chin tilting his head up to look you in the eyes, “Keep your eyes on mine and you can have it, but you look away even for a second, and well... that’s just too bad.” 

Wooyoung’s lip is between his teeth as he tries his best to listen to you, his defiance disappearing at the thought of finally having his craving for you satisfied. The sight of his canines peaking out sends another rush through you, his ears twitching at the sound of your pants coming undone yet he holds out, eyes locked on yours. 

“Look at you, my good boy.” You move up, straddling over his head now, as he tugs against the chains wishing his hands could just pull you down the last few inches between your dripping cunt and his mouth. Your hand tangling into his hair and tugging enough to pull him from the haze makes him moan, the feeling of his breath almost making you lose your patience too. “Promise you’re going to make me feel so good? Gonna make sure I’m able to take the best care of you?”

Wooyoung couldn’t care less that your questions came out in such a condescending tone as long as it meant he could have you, “ Yes, please. I promise. I want nothing more.”

His sweet begs were almost what broke you, but the final straw was when you noticed how his eyes glistened just slightly with unshed tears Wooyoung so close to breaking beneath you. So how could you possibly resist that, especially when you wanted this so badly as well. The second you lowered yourself you felt him moaning against you, tongue eagerly lapping as he tried to get every last drop of you. Sure he was looking to please you, but in this initial moment, he couldn’t help but selfishly focus on his own desires to absolutely drown in you. Though his moans certainly helped work you up more, not just in the way they sounded so beautiful but also in how perfect they felt against you as well. Now it felt so easy for Wooyoung to keep his eyes on you, watching you falling apart above him despite acting as though you were in charge of him, your fingers tangled so tightly in his hair and scratching at the base of his ears, back arched, mouth opening to the prettiest sounds, as your eyes fluttered shut. Still, there was something he wanted to see, a small smirk crossing his lips before they were around your clit, sucking hard. The suddenness of it makes your eyes shoot open again lurching forward, shaking above him.

“Fuck Wooyoung!” He practically purred against your clit at hearing your voice finally call his name out like this, nearly screaming it even. Before he’s pouting as you pull back, tongue coming out to lick you off his slightly swollen lips.

“No, come back~” He whines, trying to lift up enough to chase after you, “You’re so sweet, but I just know you’ll taste even better cumming for me.”

You chuckle, leaning down and placing a kiss to his forehead to quiet him before you’re moving down just slightly to capture his lips in a heated kiss, pulling away only once you’re both breathless. “As tempting as that is, I have a feeling that if I’m supposed to keep up with you through the rest of your rut I should wait to do that on your cock.”

Looking down you notice the wet patch on his boxers and now you’re licking your lips, but that could wait for another time after all there’d be many opportunities in the next few days you were sure. 

“Just a little desperate for me Woo?” You tease grinding down on him before pulling away to remove his boxers, something that caused you both to gasp for different reasons. 

“You’ve been plaguing my mind for the past day and a half, of course, I am.” He moans as you slowly sink down onto him. His eyes watch as you toy with the key in front of his face while staying still.

“You gonna be good if I let you go?” You ask and the mischief that shows on his face is almost answering for you and so you find yourself continuing before he can, “ You fuck me up and I’ll return the favor.”

“Is that a promise?” Wooyoung attempts to hide his smirk by biting his lip, gasping as your fingers grip his throat, squeezing just enough to get his attention.

“Shut it pup!” You hiss out, reaching forward and unlocking the chains around each wrist. The second that they’re both done you feel the world spinning around you before you’re face first in the mattress, hips up. Wooyoung pushing into you from behind. 

He leans down to nip at the shell of your ear with a chuckle, “Hold on sweetheart, because I’m about to fuck you up.”

You gasp as he throws your words back at you, the sound warping into a moan as he starts thrusting into you.

“See I’m going to ruin anyone else for you. Make sure your mind is as filled with me as mine is with you, and then when your heat comes and you turn into the prettiest little slut for me I’ll come to help you out like you so sweetly came to do for me.” Wooyoung’s words instantly affect you and you swear each time you clench around him he picks up the pace and feels even deeper than he was before. 

Neither of you will last long, especially not Wooyoung with you babbling incoherently about how good his cock feels in you. Yet he holds off just a little longer, still wanting something else. He leans in towards your ear again, a hand leaving your hips and going between your legs to rub quick circles onto your clit.

“You know I heard San remind you to use protection.” Wooyoung laughs breathlessly against your ear, “Did you really forget sweetheart? Or are you hoping that I’ll breed you? Make you my little cumdump?”

You can’t control your words enough to properly answer, but you don’t need to not when he feels how you clench around him at the statement.

“Go on then sweetheart, cum for me and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll breed your little cunt.” He promises, kissing your cheek and sending you rushing over the edge, with him right behind. 

Once you’re both through it he carefully pulls out and turns you over onto your back. Only then he’s pushing your hips up and nudging a pillow beneath them.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to waste it after wanting it so badly.” He teases before shrugging, “Though I guess I could always just give you more.”

The way you clench around nothing, spilling more of his cum makes him growl. You notice then that he’s still hard and look up at him.

“Bet that’s what  you’re thinking about right now, huh desperate pup.” You tease and in a second he’s over you again.

“You’re not wrong... though there is something I want more.” He smirks before dropping between your legs, hands firmly spreading your thighs.

“This time I’m going to make you cum on my tongue before I fuck you full.”

If you enjoy my work please keep in mind how much time and effort goes into it and show support through comments and reblogs, or consider buying me a kofi. (Caffeine fuels the chaotic gremlin in me who creates content.)

[proudahgase-exol]

Ateez reaction to!!

Him liking you but your are dating/crushing on another member

If you enjoy my work please like, reblog and comment. ❤️

Seonghwa: san

 

He tries to impress you all the time, always asking for your opinion on his outfit or hair. He always tries to include you in group activities outside of “working hours.”

 

He was so excited for this weekend’s group meeting; he hasn’t seen you in so long. He thought you were busy with work or just wanted to hang out with your girlfriends, so he never gave much thought to it.

 

You guys were all at the restaurant. You sat next to San and Jongho, and he was across from you. The night was going smoothly, but Seonghwa did notice the way San and you were talking to each other.

 

He again thought you and San were having a regular conversation, so he didn’t pay much attention.

 

That was until San asked for everyone’s attention and noticed something was up. He saw the way you were nervous and hardly looking up, but he also saw the light blush on your cheeks.

 

As San was talking, he announced that you and him had been dating for four months now. When Seonghwa heard the news, his heart dropped and broke at the same time.

 

He was planning to confess to you this night; he was so heartbroken that he excused himself and went to the restroom, where he broke down crying.

 

He really thought you liked him, but he realized that you were overly sweet to not only him but to the rest of the boys. He failed to see that you were extra sweet to San, and that’s what hurt him the most.

 

The fact that he didn’t notice your feelings for San until now. After his breakdown in the bathroom, he put himself together and walked back to the group. You asked him if he was okay, so he replied that he was fine and that he just felt a little sick from the food.

 

As time passed, he tried to keep himself calm and try to move you. He was happy for your relationship with San; he knew San would treat you well and love you the way you deserved, and that made him happy somehow.

 

Hongjoong: Wooyoung

 

Honjoong was really sweet with you; he liked having you around the stupid; he absolutely loved when you gave him your opinion on his work; he liked how honest you were, so he treated your opinion a lot.

 

One Friday evening, you were in his studio again. He was working on something, and you were on the little couch he had. He had noticed how focused you were on your phone by the fact that you giggled.

 

He didn’t think much of it; he was thinking you were talking to your friend or something, so he didn’t give much attention.

 

Until he saw you blushing a bit too much, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know what was making you blush so much, so he called you over to him.

 

He asked if you liked what he added to the new song, and after a bit of talking about the song, he asked you what was making you blush.

 

At first, you didn’t say anything to embarrass him, but you told him what he thought of Wooyoung. At first, he was confused, but he told you how grateful of a guy he was, how much he loved performing for the fans, and how much he liked to joke around with the guys.

 

He asked you, to which you replied that you've been crushing on him for a few months now, and lately he’s been flirting with you. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions and wait to see if Wooyoung felt the same way or if he was just being friendly.

 

Hongjoong was shaken for a bit, and he was sad that you sadly didn’t return the same feelings he did for you.

 

He pretended that he was okay. He listened to you talking about Wooyoung and how handsome he was. He really hoped you couldn’t tell he was disappointed. He tried to give you advice, but eventually had to get himself out of this situation because it was hurting him.

 

 

Yunho: Seonghwa

 

You were their manager’s little sister, so he would sometimes see you around. Then, eventually, he befriended you.

 

Soon you started to spend a lot of time with Yunho. You spent so much time together that he ended up falling in love with you.

 

He wanted to confess multiple times but was scared of his manager’s reaction. He didn’t know if his manager would approve of him or not, so he decided to take his time and try to get on his good side.

 

One day the manager called him to talk, and he was nervous; he thought he had found out about his crush on you. But what their talk was about surprised him.

 

His manager asked him to keep an eye out for you and Seonghwa. At first, Yunho was confused, and the manager noticed that, so he told him that you and Seonghwa have been not so secretly dating for a while now, and he wanted to make sure Seonghwa was treating you right.

 

When Yunho heard that you were dating Seonghwa, he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know how it happened, but after the manager explained that you never came to the KQ building to visit your brother but to see Seonghwa, Yunho released that you have been dating Seonghwa for a little over five months now.

 

He agreed to keep an eye out for you, and when he went back to hang out with you and the rest of the boys, he realized that, in fact, you were dating Seonghwa. He paid close attention to the way you would look at one another and how you blushed when he smiled at you.

 

At that moment, Yunhos heart broke. He was really looking forward to confessing to you, but now that he knew you were dating Seonghwa, he was glad he never confessed, or he would have been rejected.

 

He was really sad for a couple of months, but he tried to move on because he could see how happy Seonghwa made you, and that kind of made him happy even if it hurt him deep down.

 

 

Yeosang: Mingi

 

Yeosang and you were really close. You guys met in high school, and since then, you were inseparable.

 

When he asked you to meet his members, you were nervous, but after getting to know them, you got along pretty well.

 

Yeosang was happy that you became friends with his members, so after a while, your duo became a trio. It was Yeosang Mingi and you.

 

There wasn’t any time when you three weren’t together; you spent a lot of time with them. One day Mingi went out with Yunho, and it left you and Yeosang alone. He was excited because it’s been a long time since you hung out one on one.

 

He was being extra nice and even flirting, and you didn’t notice, so he asked what you thought of him. He was really hoping to hear that you liked him, but what you said shook him.

 

You have told him you saw him as a big brother, someone you could go to when you needed advice or to hear you out. He was like the brother you always wanted to have.

 

So he asked what you thought of Mingi, and that got you blushing like crazy, so you told him that you had a crush on him and that you liked Mingi’s personality and how sweet he was.

 

He was obviously hurt by that, but he didn’t show it, so he just smiled through the pain. You told him how you wanted to confess but didn’t know how he only said to just go for it.

 

It kind of hurt him to see how in love you were with someone else, so he just kept quiet and distanced himself from you and Mingi.

 

It was wired to you. You had asked him about it, but he just said that he was busy or that he would come up with a lie. He only did that to try to move on from you and to not get hurt more than he already was.

 

San: jongho

 

You were playing on your phone in San’s room, and he was on his computer next to you on his bed. You guys always liked to hang out a lot, and this was a regular day today since it was cold out. You guys wanted to stay indoors and chill.

 

You guys were having a good time doing your own thing until Sand closed his computer and started to ask you questions about your ideal type.

 

He was really hoping you would describe him, but he slowly realized that you were describing Jongho, and although it kind of hurt him, he asked if you liked Jongho.

 

And he was right. In fact, he learned that you had been dating him for two months now. He was surprised and heartbroken, but once he saw the smile on your face when you talked about how sweet and kind Jongho was to you, he couldn’t help but smile.

 

Yes, it did hurt him that you didn’t like him.

Back, but he was happy for you, and Joongho was glad that he made you happy, so he was happy.

 

He never told you or Jongho about his feelings for you because he didn’t want to ruin your relationship, so he just kept quiet, and after a few months, he slowly started to move on. He was happy for you two.

 

Mingi: Hongjoong

 

When he first met you, he knew he liked you. He was hooked by your beauty. He tried to get to know you better, and after a while, you guys became friends.

 

You were a member of the KQ new girl group, so you saw Mingi often. You were the third oldest member of your group, so you were the same age as Mingi.

 

You guys got along very well and hung out a lot, but he soon saw that you were more busy and that you were also canceling your hangouts more often.

 

So one day he went to confront you. He knew you would be in your studio working, so he made his way there, and when he got close, he saw the door to your studio cracked open. He quickly opened it to not disturb you, but before he could fully open it, he saw you making out with none other than his leader and Hyung Kim Hongjoong.

 

He was frozen in place; he couldn’t believe what he saw, and after a few seconds, he snapped out of it, closed the door to how it originally was, and walked away.

 

He ran out of the building crying. He didn’t know where he was going, but he needed to be far away from you two.

 

After a while, he reached a coffee shop, entered, ordered a hot chocolate, and sat down in a corner. He was still so upset, but not at you or Hongjoong.

 

He was upset that he didn’t see the way you looked at Hongjoong. He was upset that he wasn’t fast enough to confess or to make you fall for him.

 

 

 

Wooyoung: Yunho

 

Wooyoung loved spending time with you; he loved it when you visited him at the studio; he loved showing his dancing skills to you.

 

He has liked you since Seonghwa introduced you to the guys. You have been friends with Seonghwa since you were kids, so you guys were like siblings.

 

He thought you liked him back because of the way you treated him differently. He thought that the way you acted around him showed that you had feelings for him.

 

But he failed to see the way you acted towards Yunho; he didn’t see the way you blushed when Yunho collected you; he didn’t notice the way you hugged Yunho.

 

So when he was going to confess, he was really excited; he thought he read the signs right. So on his way to the dance practice, where he knew you were by yourself, he was thinking of a good way to confess to you, but before he entered the dance practice room, he heard you talking to Mingi.

 

He heard the way you asked Mingi for advice on how to confess to Yunho and if he was sure that Yunho liked you back.

 

When he heard that his heart dropped to his stomach, he felt his heart broken. He was so sure that you liked him, but now that he heard that you liked Yunho, he started to think back and realize that he missed the way you acted around Yunho.

 

So he stepped back and walked away to an empty room, where he broke down crying. He didn’t blame you, of course not; he was just upset at the fact that he missed the crush you had on his hyung.

 

After he calmed down, he went back to the dance practice and pretended that he didn’t hear you talk to Mingi. He acted like he was all good, and he hoped that you wouldn’t notice, but thankfully you didn’t because you were busy thinking of a way to confess to Yunho.

 

 

 

 

 

Jongho: Yeosang

 

Jongho was friends with Y/N for a few years; now they met in high school and became friends fast.

 

Since we were really close with her, he introduced her to his members, and they hit it off pretty well. They liked her and treated her like one of their own.

 

Now one thing that you didn’t know was that Jongho was involved with her; he has liked her since the day they met, but he was too shy to confess.

 

He didn’t tell anyone about his undying love for Y/N, not even the guys, because they would tease him to no end, so no one knew about his crush on Y/N.

 

On his own day, he invited you out to the mall since it had been a while since they had seen each other. He was having a good time until he saw Y/N on her phone.

 

He wasn’t trying to spy on her, but he looked over her shoulder and saw she was texting Yeosang when he relied on the reason as to why he hadn’t seen his friend in a while. It was because she was secretly dating Yeosang.

 

He went one-on-one  and realized that Yeosang had been asking him a lot of questions, like, What’s your favorite color or favorite song? and little things like that.

 

When he realized he was too late, the girl he had crushed on for a long time was taken by Yeosang. He wasn’t angry at him, nor was he angry at himself for taking so long to confess that now he had lost the girl he really liked.

 

When Y/N was down texting, he turned to look at Jongho and ask if he wanted to go get a snack. He pretended he didn’t see anything and acted normally, but after that day, he distanced himself to get his mind off of you and to move on, but once he had moved on, he would be back to normal, or so he hoped.

Sorry for the bad grammar. I try to make it gender neutral sorry if I failed at it I hope you enjoy it anyway :)

[thelargefrye]

THE YULE DRAGON … holiday one - shot ( 17+ )

pairing : poly!dragon!ateez x witch!f!reader

genre : dragon au, fantasy au, holiday au, fluff, angst

word count : 4.3k

warnings : language, mentions of dragon hunters, talks about death, light injury but nothing major, one death threat

suffer tag : @sanjoongie and for anon who asked about any new chapters

note : very excited to write this, so let me know what you think! also here is a link to what y/n's dress at the yule gala looks like!

the winter month draws near and the clan prepares to celebrate the yule dragon festival for the first time in years. knowing this is wooyoung's first one with an actually clan, you want to make sure everything is perfect.

when you woke up in the morning, you noticed how snow had slowly begun to fall and lay on the ground. you also couldn't help but notice how the dragons around you seemed to have been in good moods. smiles on their faces as they walked around and some even greeted you with warm smiles.

when you arrived at the nursery, the hatchlings all immediately greeted you. most of them run up and tackle you to the ground.

"miss y/n! miss y/n! did you see the snow?" one hatchling, jiyu, asked and you couldn't help but laugh as you nodded and pushed some hair out of her face.

"yes, i did. very beautiful isn't it?"

"not as beautiful as you, miss y/n!" another hatchling, minjae, said. the other hatchlings couldn't help but agree with minjae and you couldn't help but laugh at them all.

"prince mingi said that we will be able to celebrate the yule dragon festival this year!"

"the yule dragon festival?" you remember wooyoung telling you about the holiday years ago when you first met. you can't help but feel excited knowing he's going to enjoy a real one this year.

"yeah! it's been years since the clan last held one," seeun says and that quickly catches your attention. years? you thought the holiday was a yearly thing?

"alright, little ones, let's go ahead and get ready for the day," mingi comes in and ushers the hatchlings away from you in order to gather them in a line so they could eat.

you push your curiosity down for later as you go over to help mingi with the hatchlings. you watch the hatchlings with a warm fondness as they eat and talk to each other, and the rest of the day goes by in flash with you and mingi taking care of the young dragons.

"miss y/n, have you ever experienced a yule dragon festival before?" one of the hatchlings asked as they were laying down for a nap. the question of one hatchling seemed to have caught the attention of a few others around you two.

"not a proper one with a true clan, but me and wooyoung used to do a small celebration before we came to the clan," you said as you remembered your time with wooyoung back in your cottage. you can feel your cheeks heat up as you remember the first time you both celebrated the yule dragon together.

"do witches have any special holidays?" another hatchling, siyu, asked.

"we do but they're not like the yule dragon one. we focus more on what we are thankful for and mourning those that have left us," you explain.

"that sounds sad."

"sometimes it is sad, but then you have to remember that even those that left this world are still with us in spirit. watching over and guiding us on the right path of destiny," you say.

"but miss y/n, you don't have to be sad anymore because you have all of us!" one hatchling said with the others immediately agreeing and you couldn't help but smile at all of them.

"okay, okay, everyone," mingi says as he comes in and immediately calming all the hatchlings down. "its time to rest, not get excited."

"but prince mingi," minjae says looking towards the tall prince, "don't you agree that miss y/n doesn't have to be sad anymore, since she has all of us now?"

"of course," mingi says as he bends down to pet minjae's head, "but miss y/n still has a right to miss those that she lost. we all do. now come on, everyone, time to rest!"

you can't help but smile at how some of the hatchlings groan at mingi's words, but nonetheless all lay down in their little nooks. you and mingi go through and make sure each hatchling is comfortable before you leave the nesting room.

you watch as mingi closes the door behind him before he's offering his arm to you. you take his arm with a smile as he escorts the two of you back to the main palace wing.

"i meant what i said though," mingi begins and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, "that you have a right to be sad about those you lost, but also know that hatchlings are right as well and that you have all of us now. the hatchlings, me, wooyoung, yeosang, the others, and even the clan. you have all of us."

"thank you, prince mingi," you say, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek and he smiles at you before quickly pressing his own kiss to your lips. "also," you speak up after you two continue to walk, "what did the little ones mean when they said its been years since you all had a yule dragon festival?"

"well... we haven't had one since hongjoong's parents and brother were killed. hongjoong didn't want to have a large one with the whole clan, so this is the first time in five years that we have celebrated it as such," mingi explains and you nod your head in understanding.

"what caused him to suddenly change his mind?"

"well you and wooyoung of course," you wanted to laugh at mingi's answer. more like just wooyoung, you think. you decide to remain silent as mingi guides you through the palace.

"this will be wooyoung's first yule dragon with an actual clan in years," you note as you notice many dragons setting up and decorating the palace corridors with festive decorations. you can't help but feel excited knowing that wooyoung will be able to experience the real thing after so many years of not having it with an actual clan.

your mind goes back to when you and wooyoung would celebrate together back at the cottage. both of you dressing up, decorating the cottage, and spending the entire night together. wooyoung taught you the dances that he learned. even when you weren't celebrating the dragon holiday, you would find wooyoung and yourself dancing and just enjoying each other's company.

"hey, mingi?" you caught the dragon's attention and he turns towards you as you continue to speak, "is there... a way i can help set up the festival?"

"oh! umm, i think so. seonghwa is usually in charge of things like this, but i volunteered to help him this time, so..."

"do you need help?" you ask, feeling an excitement bubble up in your stomach.

"of course you can help," mingi says, a wide smile on his face and you mirror his smile, beaming up at him. the two of you share a quick hug, mingi lets out a small laugh at your excitement, almost not expecting it.

"thank you," you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you are separating yourself from him. you notice the blush that covers his cheeks and ears and you have to stop yourself from pouncing on the tall dragon from how cute he is.

as the next week goes by, you spend your time helping the dragons in the clan to decorate for the yule dragon holiday. at first some of the dragons were reluctant at accepting your help, but slowly and eventually they allowed for you to help with the decorations. sure they didn't trust you with the important stuff, but that was okay.

you only wanted to make sure everything was perfect for wooyoung, he needed to have the best yule dragon after everything he has done for you. you also wanted to make sure the clan had a good one as well, but wooyoung took priority in your heart.

"wow, look at these decorations, darling," yeosang's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look down from your spot on the wooden ladder to see your lover looking up at you with a smile. you finish hanging the silver garland before climbing down the ladder and yeosang is quick to press a loving kiss to your lips.

"thank you, me and the hatchlings made them," you say, feeling rather proud from how all the decorations have been turning out. many of the other clan dragons complimenting you on your hard work.

"you've been working so hard, a lot of the clan members are grateful for your help," he says as the two of you begin walking out of the grand hall, where the yule gala will be held tomorrow night. other dragons are busy around you all finishing up last minute details, with most of them stopping to bow at yeosang before scurrying away to finish their task.

"i have something for you, princess," he says once the two of you are out of the grand hall and you give him a confused look which only makes him smile. "it’s custom for everyone to wear special outfits, rather a little too fancy if you ask me, but people really enjoy it," he begins as the two of you continue to walk down the hall.

"and i bet you completely forgot to make sure you are prepared for the gala," yeosang teases and you felt yourself get flustered at his words. "but don't worry because you wonderful mate has taken care of you," he says as you both stop in front of your chamber doors. "i hired a seamstress to make you a dress and thankfully she managed to finish it in time."

"wait, yeosang– you... you didn't, you shouldn't have."

"but i did, and i wanted to. my darling, you have done so much, let me give you this," he says, cupping your cheeks before leaning over and kissing you. you feel yourself melt into the kiss as you press yourself closer to your lover, arms wrapping around his waist. the two of you only separate when you're out of breath and yeosang presses one last kiss to your lips before he's pulling away and opening the door to your bedroom.

when you stepped inside, you were completely shocked at the dress that rested on the mannequin in the center of your room. you had honestly never seen a dress more beautiful in your life and you felt yourself tear up because of it. you felt like you didn't deserve a dress as gorgeous as this.

"it's beautiful, yeosang."

"you look absolutely beautiful, my fire," seonghwa says when he sees you walk into the grand hall.

the gala had been going on for several minutes, hongjoong lighting the ceremonial flame that burned in the center of the clan. you were amazed at the flame and its rather unique color, and mingi explained that this flame could only be lit by the leader of a clan and that it in order to celebrate the first dragon.

you honestly couldn't look away from the flame, almost like it was meant to entrance you.

"thank you, prince seonghwa," you said, bowing slightly to the eldest dragon prince. seonghwa could only smile as he took your hand into his before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"make sure you enjoy yourself," he says, not yet letting go of your hand. "i want a dance before the night is over."

"of course, your highness," you say, a small smirk taking over your lips before seonghwa is nodding and making his leave. he does unfortunately have other people to see and talk to.

your eyes scan around the grand hall, looking for the head of familiar red hair and you feel your heart skip a beat when you finally find him. wooyoung looked absolutely handsome in his outfit and you were glad to see that he matched the other princes. it made your heart flutter knowing that wooyoung was being accepted by the clan.

you made your way over to your first lover, your feet picking up speed when you two made eye contact. you felt like it had been forever since you last seen wooyoung – however it had only been a few hours. you had been so caught up in making sure the festival and gala were perfect for him that you had completely forgot to pay the red-headed dragon attention.

so you immediately wrapped wooyoung in a tight hug once you were close enough. wooyoung was quick to return the hug, holding you close to him as he inhaled your scent before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"my y/n, you look so beautiful," he says as he twirls you around, the white-silver fabric that was decorated with beautiful shimmering stars and moons. wooyoung had seen the dress, yeosang having shown him before you and he knew you would look beautiful in it. but of course, seeing you actually in it he was blown away by your appearance.

"are you having a good time, woo?" you ask, heart beating rapidly waiting for his answer.

"of course i am," he says with a smile, "mingi mentioned how you helped out with this whole thing. any reason why?"

"you, of course," you say, both your hands linking with his. "this is your first yule dragon with an actual clan in a long time. i wanted to make sure it was perfect."

"oh love," he says, gently pulling the two of you off to the side, "you didn't need to do that. it would have perfect no matter what because i'm celebrating it with you. back at the cottage... i saw the two of us as our own little clan. and the yeosang joined," wooyoung says and you can't help but laugh at his last comment. despite mating and bonding with yeosang, wooyoung still couldn't get over the other dragon coming in basically setting up camp in your little cottage.

"you love yeosang, don't try to fool yourself," you tease and wooyoung grumbles a little bit before rolling his eyes.

"whatever."

you were about to say something when the sound of a familiar tune filled the grand hall. you turned to see a lot of the people gathering at the center and began dancing. you noticed mingi pulling yunho behind him to the dance floor with many of the other dragons cheering for the two tall princes. following them, you see yeosang and san dancing and you were a little surprised at seeing the blonde guard dancing and smiling as him and yeosang looked at one another.

"wow, who knew san could smile," wooyoung says and you crack a smile before turning to your lover.

"shall we join them as well?" you ask and wooyoung nods before he's pulling you towards the dance floor and you two quickly fall into a rhythm of the dance. the music easily guided you as you and wooyoung danced, you felt your whole attention center in on your lover and it felt like it was just the two of you.

you got flashbacks to when you and wooyoung would dance in your cottage. how back then it really was just the two of you and no one else, but now you were surrounded by people that even if they all didn't welcome you, they welcomed wooyoung. and even if you didn't feel welcomed at first, you have mingi, yeosang, the hatchlings.

seeing wooyoung smile and laugh and enjoy himself made you feel like you were on cloud nine. even if he wouldn't say it out loud, you knew wooyoung enjoyed being a part of the clan.

you felt the music guide you and your thoughts, as the music began to slow down you found yourself and wooyoung also slowing down. wooyoung pulling you close to him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist to hold you close to him.

"i have you had your ceremony?" wooyoung suddenly asks, snapping you out of your happy daze. you knew immediately what he was talking about.

"not yet, i was waiting till after the gala was over," you say, feeling a lump form in your throat at knowing what you would have to do later.

just like dragons, witches also had their own traditions and such. not as public as the yule dragon, but more intimate to each witch. celebrating those that you left you in this world. wooyoung has been with you during this ceremony like you have been with him for his. you don't know how many nights you have fallen asleep, crying in wooyoung's arms because of all the witches that have died.

"do you want me there with you?" he asks, and it takes you a moment to think about it.

"no, i'll do it alone this time."

"are you sure?" you nod your head, you didn't want to ruin wooyoung's good time here with your own traditions and ceremonies.

when the music changed once again, you pressed a kiss to wooyoung before stepping away, telling him you needed some fresh air.

"let me come with you," he says as he starts to trail after you, but you stop him.

"it’s okay," you say, hand out to stop him, "i'll be right back."

you don't give wooyoung a chance to say anything as you're turning and making your way to one of the many garden doors that lead out into the courtyard.

once the cold air hit your skin, you let out a sigh as you made your way over to one of the stone benches that overlooked most of the courtyard and even down further into the clan. the yule flame burned brightly a short distance away and you couldn't help but walk over to it. the flame reminded you of the flame that you would light for the umbra ceremony.

the flame burned brightly and you almost felt like a moth from how you were being drawn to it.

which is how you found yourself in front of it. the noises from the grand hall behind you is like static as you look at the flame, letting it consume you. you got flashbacks to when you would set up a room of candles for the witches that you lost, the flame from those candles burning brightly into your mind.

"why are you out here," the cold voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to look at hongjoong with wide eyes. the prince looks at you with a stern expression, his cold eyes burning into your body.

"i was just... just getting some air," you tell him, refusing to fully make eye contact with him.

hongjoong lets out a 'tsk' sound before he's coming to stand next to you, looking up at the flame. you're surprised by how close hongjoong, this is probably the closest he has ever gotten to you without trying to kill you.

"mingi told me how you helped decorate for the festival," he said out of nowhere after the two of you stood in silence. "i guess witches can be good for something," he adds and you feel yourself deflate at his harsh words.

"i did it for wooyoung," you said wanting to make it clear that you were only doing it for your first love and no one else. "this is his first yule dragon with an actual clan in years," you add.

"and i'm sure witches are the reason why he had gone for so long without experiencing one with a clan," he says back.

"perhaps," you say as you clench your fist together tightly, "but wooyoung is here now with a clan," you turn your head to look at hongjoong, taking in his form once more. his lavish outfit and vibrant blue hair standing out against the dark night. he was the epitome of what a leader of a dragon clan should be in the fact that he always had that air of authority around him. everyone respected him and if they didn't respect him then they feared him.

you, unfortunately, feared him more than you respected him. the dragon oracles say that you two are mates like you are with the rest of the princes, but you knew hongjoong refused to acknowledge you as his mate. you were a witch, the thing that killed his parents and brother and forced him to take the role of leader too soon. you wondered if you and hongjoong would ever get along.

you notice how the flame reflects against hongjoong's skin and then something hits you.

"please excuse me, prince hongjoong," you say suddenly before you are rushing past him. hongjoong doesn't say anything and you don't know if he watches you leave as you are too caught up in rushing back into the palace.

you run to your room, feeling out of breath as you enter your chambers you share with wooyoung before going over to the large trunk that rested at the foot of the bed. you quickly dig through the trunk and pull out a set of candles. all three a beautiful rose color and it reminds you greatly of your mother.

"what are these for mother?" you asked, looking up at your mother as she handed you the three candles. they were different from the ones you were use to lightly for the umbra ceremony and you wondered why she was giving them to you.

"these are special candles, y/n, i made them myself so you can use them when you need them the most," she explains, her voice seeming ever cryptic.

"when i need them the most?" you echo and she nods, a tight-lipped smile painting her features.

"they are for the one who will need to say goodbye the most."

you gripped the candles tightly as you raced back to the courtyard and was surprised to still see hongjoong standing there. somewhere deep inside wants you to believe he waited for you, but you know that's impossible.

"prince hongjoong," you say as you approach him. "i want to thank you for letting wooyoung into your home. i know that... you despise me and my people, you lost your parents and brother after all. and i know you probably don't care but i want to share something with you."

hongjoong turns to look at you, his face void of emotion as he watches you set the three candles down between the two of you. you crouch down, kneeling front of the candles as hongjoong stands towering above you.

"the umbra witches have their own ceremony, we light candles in order to remember those that have left us and this world. we do this as a way to remind us that while they have left this world physically, they are still here with us spiritually," you pause in order to take a deep breath, licking your lips before continuing.

"my mother made me these candles when she was still alive. she told me that they were for someone who needed to say goodbye, and... i think she made them for you."

"what the hell are you talking about?" hongjoong asks, voice full of surprise and anger. "i don't need any of you stupid umbra witch shit," he adds and you notice his fist clenches with his rage.

"please," you beg, voice straining as you plead with the prince, "take the candles, it will bring you peace, prince hongjoong."

you feel a sudden shock as you are grabbed by the collar of your dress. you're pulled up from your kneeling position, face dangerously close to an enraged hongjoong as he bares his teeth at you. in the moment you are reminded that you are at the mercy of a clan full of dragons whether you liked it or not.

"i will never," he jaw clenched tightly as he speaks, "ever, forgive your damned people for what they did to my family. my people. so don't think so damned candles will change that. you will never be my mate and just know that if it wasn't for yeosang and mingi that i would have burned you at a stake a long fucking time ago."

hongjoong waste no time in throwing you to the ground, your hands skidding across the stone pathway harshly and you flinch at the sudden burn of skin. you turn to see hongjoong's eye burning, like he will kill you if you say anything else to him.

you then watch him destroy two of the candles, his foot coming down harshly on them and you feel like a part of you is being ripped apart as you watch him. he's about to do the same to the last one, but you move and grab the last candle. the last one your mother made.

then without thinking you stand up and run away from the prince. you clearly made a mistake in thinking that you could get hongjoong to open up just a little bit. you felt tears begin to form in your eyes as you ran, clutching the candle close to your chest as you collapsed in the one of the many decorated halls.

you looked down at the candle once more, the image of your mother's smile flashing inside your mind as you caressed it. you knew this candle was for hongjoong. he was the one who needed to say goodbye to those he lost, but it was obvious that now wasn't the time.

"y/n!" the sudden call of your name makes you snap your head up to see yeosang rushing towards you. face full of concern and he drops down to the floor next to you. "y/n, what's wrong, why are you crying?" he brushes the tears away and you open your mouth to say something before a sob escapes instead.

you throw yourself into his arms and he arms them around you protectively. you hold your mother's candle close to you as you allow yourself to cry in yeosang's arms. yeosang doesn't say anything, only letting you cry as a comforting hand runs over your hair.

"it's okay, y/n, i'm here," he says softly, holding you closer to him. "whatever made you sad, don't think about it anymore, okay? cause i'm here to protect you."

and so the night comes to an end as you spend the rest of it in yeosang's arms, allowing him to hold you closely as you mourn for the loss of your mother and the hate hongjoong bares for you. 

tag list : @frankenstein852 @watamotee33 @kawennote09 @mixling-blog @marahleiwhen @kpopnightingale @harry-the-pottypus @pyeonghongrie @sanniesbum @marvelahsobx @khjcoo @mysticfire0435 @exfolitae @dementedaly @simeonswhore @moonm1st @nvmbheart @spooo00oky @frgogh @sookacc @seongwin @burnsmepls @ad0rechuu @tunaasan @northerngalxy @silverpixiedust23 @cheesekimchi @confusedmoonchild777 @mjyungi @innieontop @iweirdthingsblog @s0obinluvr @worcesheshestershiresauce @moonlightgrleric @wineyoungie @jeongwangjessmina @lemineso

network : @cultofdionysusnet @cromernet

[orgverse]

ok but hear me out, Wooyoung with a lover that’s not very vocal and can be kinda shy but that’s ok because he’ll make enough sound for the both of them

no because i absolutely love seeing wooyoung with a shy!reader, that's my fucking cup of tea!

wooyoung let out a loud groan as he pushed his cock into you. the two of you laying on your side, your leg thrown over his hip as he sheathed himself inside of you. you watched as your boyfriend’s eye rolled into the back of his head. your warmth encasing around him making him let out another groan.

“holy fuck— ah, fuck so tight,” he says and you smile shyly at his words. wooyoung wraps his arms around you, bring you as close as possible to him as he starts thrusting deep into you. a string of curses, moans, and any other sound leaving his lips. “y-you feel so-s-so good wrapped around me.”

he lets out another groan before he’s changing positions. rolling you on top of him. he takes his cock out just long enough to get you both settled before he’s easily slipping back into you. your pussy sucking him especially at this new position.

wooyoung’s gropes your flesh, his hands wandering all over your body. you jump at the sudden smack on your ass, a small gasp leaving your lips at the stinging feeling. then you feel him massage the flesh of your ass. his hand kneading it to relieve the slightly pain.

your legs rest on either side of wooyoung’s hips. his hands gripping yours harshly, fingers digging into your skin. and the wooyoung is thrusting up into you at a fast pace. wooyoung’s moans filling your ears along with the wet sounds of your pussy and his balls smacking your ass.

“fuck! fuckfuckfuck, so good~ so wet for me!” he says as you use your hand to prop you up, looking your boyfriend in the eyes.

you notice how dazed her looks. eye glazing over with lust as he continues to moan about how good you feel around him. you let out a few small moans as wooyoung hits your sweet spot. back arching as your eyes roll a little bit.

wooyoung can only grin when he hears your small noises, pace picking up and he’s going harder. he feels a warmth overtake him, like he’s about to explode.

“w-woo, i’m gonna cum,” you tell your lover softly, face hiding his neck and he feels you starting to kiss him.

“mmh~ i am too, gonna fill you right up,” he says making you shudder at the thought of him filling you up with his cum.

and with a final thrust, wooyoung is stilling inside of you. a loud moan filling the room, bouncing off the walls leaves wooyoung’s mouth as he cums inside of you. you tremble slightly at the feeling as you clench harshly him as you cum as well.

you slump against wooyoung, attempting to catch your breath as he continues tell you how good your pussy feels and how amazing you were. after several minutes of him talking, you use one hand to prop yourself up before your smashing your lips to his in an attempt make him quiet.

“w-woo, shut up,” and then you’re slumping against him as a laugh leaves him.

[mmingooo]

kiss? || jung wooyoung

❥𓂃𓏧 warnings: none.

❥𓂃𓏧 genre: fluff.

❥𓂃𓏧 pairing: wooyoung x gn!reader

❥𓂃𓏧 word count: 161 words.

❥𓂃𓏧 notes: i wrote this in less then 15 minutes so there might be mistakes or something might not make sense, so beware lol, also this is incredibly short 😁

masterlist

please make sure to reblog and if you want to, drop a comment!

“kiss me” wooyoung whined and you let out a soft laugh at your boyfriends antics, who had been asking for kisses ever since you woke up, about an hour ago.

you complied and softly kisses his plump and soft lips, loving the feeling of his lips against yours.

“one more” he pouted, you didn’t understand the fixation he had on only pecks this morning, but it was the only thing he wanted since he saw you open your eyes.

there was small talk in between your kisses, but every topic eventually lead to wooyoung poking out his lips and asking for a kiss.

“i love your lips, kiss?”

“you did really good yesterday, kiss?”

“i’m still sleepy, kiss?”

you loved it, and you really couldn’t complain cause you were absolutely whipped for wooyoung, and his increased clinginess in the mornings made you love waking up next to him even more, and you hoped you could stay with him in bed forever.

[cherrysoojins]

💌 𓂂 ⟢ 🕸️ ♡ ☎️

SPIDERMAN ! smau.

being spider-man comes with a lot advantages, but those advantages can have their disadvantages. like jung wooyoung not being able to show up to study groups to be able to see the girl he’s crushing on big-time.

💌 𓂂 ⟢ 🕸️ ♡ ☎️

HEED THE SPIDERMAN’S WARNINGS !

— 📞 : ❛ uhhh… city, not safe !  ❜

female reader ( who for the sake of my own mind will be described with bleached blonde hair bc gwen… ), friends to lovers esk, depictions of violence, suggestive themes, mature themes, 18+, smau w/ written parts, fluff, angst, weapons, crime fighting, triggering events potentially, kinda pervy wooyoung and san duo, swearing, crack fic, will add more / let me know what more should be added.

SPIDERMAN MEET AND GREET !

tag list is open ! send an ask or just private message me to be added or if you want to be removed !

side note — ( this post ) was basically my preview of this fic, so check it out if you’d like !

💌 𓂂 ⟢ 🕸️ ♡ ☎️

☆ — social media, ★ — written.

︶ ooo. profiles ! 🕸️ 1 &&. 2 ☆

︶ ooo. prolouge ! 🕸️ how it starts ☆

︶ one. ch. 1 ! 🕸️ when she texts ★ ☆

︶ two. ch. 2 ! 🕸️ into: study group ★ ☆

︶ three. ch. 3 ! 🕸️ three things ★ ☆

︶ three. ch. 4 ! 🕸️ just spiderman ☆

[hwaightme]

Your fan, Wooyoung (part 2)

(part 1) (your fan masterlist)

🍰 pairing: wooyoung x baker!/cafeowner!reader 🍰 genre: romance, fluff, social media vibes, very soft 🍰 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if wooyoung was stanning you 🍰 wordcount: 4.6k (popped off on this one I guess) 🍰 warnings/tags: language, social media couple, protective father, paparazzi trying hard, hongjoong and seonghwa parents, mentions of food/eating, ateez members teasing woo until the end of time, wooyoung being LOUD, established relationship 🍰 a/n: Hello there wonderful people <3 here is pt.2 of Your Fan, Wooyoung!!! Hope you enjoy, big hugs and all reblogs, asks and likes appreciated <3 (p.s. can you guess who is next? hint is: fashion ;))

When Wooyoung woke up, both Hongjoong and Seonghwa were standing in the room, looking like they were about to whoop him into next week.

Suddenly he was wishing that it was his actual parents and not his hyung-parents.

He contemplated just falling back asleep stressfully.

Mainly so that if they did exterminate him he wouldn't have to deal with all that with his brain on, but neither were having it.

"Jung Wooyoung."

"Ooh, government name. What's happening this fine morn?" He put his hands behind his head, pressing himself into his pillow to the point where it could nearly absorb him. If only this was Portal 2.

"Nothing much. If you don't count a certain someone trending on Naver. Would you look at that..." Hongjoong pushed his glasses down slightly to demonstratively peer at the screen of his phone, "you got your first solo win. Want a congratulatory pat on your back?" He hissed, knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone tighter. A smile still remained on Hongjoong's face, making him appear a smidgen deranged.

"Not when you look like you are about to break it."

"Aren't you even a tiny bit curious as to what this is?" Seonghwa muttered, quietly seething.

"Uhh..."

"To my room. Jung Wooyoung. In one minute or SO HELP ME." Hongjoong commanded, blinking furiously. When Wooyoung did not move, it was as though a bubble of rage had exploded within the captain, as he slammed the wall beside him with his fist and yelled: "MY ROOM. Hwa BRING HIM TO ME." The change in tone as he spoke the other's name was borderline comical, making Wooyoung's lips twitch into a ghost of a smile.

But he knew better than that. Apparently it was shitstorm hour that he had not been made aware of.

This was confirmed when as he walked out and locked eyes with Jongho, the latter took to stabbing a pair of chopsticks into rice and leaving it standing upright.

As he walked past the bathroom, where San was fixing his hair, he received a "boy you are going to get it" to 'cheer him on'. What was going on?

The final nail in the coffin was hammered in when he had already placed a hand on the doorknob to what felt to be his torture chamber for the next unknown period of time. Yeosang, sauntering past him stopped, placed a hand on his shoulder, shook his head once, and stated:

"Rest in peace bro."

Then going on his merry way, leaving Wooyoung to be pushed into the room by Seonghwa, who had been his shadow, or guard, this entire time.

The eldest members really wanted the full effect. Hongjoong was standing, arms crossed, next to the window with the curtains closed. a solitary chair was put in the centre of the room, to which the captain gestured, with an irritated nod.

Seonghwa decided to sit on the bottom bunk, opposite Wooyoung, balancing his elbows on his thighs.

"Right. Now, you might ask why I gathered your remaining brain cells here today-"

"Hyu-"

"HERE TODAY, it is because of a certain thing called the internet, and a certain someone losing all sense of self. Here you go, take a gander."

And a gander he took. As Hongjoong approached him with his phone on, the screen frozen on some article on Naver, Wooyoung's heart began to sink faster than the Titanic.

His intuition finally decided to wake up too, and all gears were set in motion. What was something that he did differently as of late? Visited you. What was something that he did differently when visiting you? Changed up the times, since his members were sick of his shit.

What was something wrong with the time he picked? It was busier.

What happens when there are more people around and you are a celebrity who had their hair dyed to become one third of a traffic light trio?

You are much more likely to get recognised, and thus end up in the news.

And that's the moment Wooyoung knew, he fucked up.

Sure enough, the glaring screen was taunting him with a picture of himself, exiting your cafe at an... interesting hour, suffice to day. Not too bad, only two hours after closing time, but still. A pain. He had to think of excuses, and fast.

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed. Do you have ANY idea how dangerous that could be? What conclusions could people come to? And for goodness' sake, if you don't care about yourself, do you care about your crush?"

"Girlfriend, actually."

"Okay girl- WHAT????" Hongjoong's eyes widened as he froze mid-step, having begun to pace back and forth upon starting his mini-monologue.

"You know what, Woo, that's impressive. Big up." Seonghwa nodded a couple of times in approval and extended his hand for Woo to shake.

Hongjoong interjected by cutting right between them.

"Do you condone this behaviour all of a sudden?"

"What? Better than pining with no purpose, this is a man of action right here."

"Ugh, Hwa, please be on my team at least for a second while I try to rearrange this kid's synapses so he learns what CAUTION IS."

Wooyoung attempted to be serious while listening to Hongjoong's tirade, but it was challenging since in his mind, he had determined that the offense wasn't even an offense and there was no way to really frame him for anything. Done and dusted. It was only a matter of sitting through the Seongjoong dual-scolding manoeuvre.

At some point, he began to zone out, his mind travelling back to the events of yesterday and just how worth it everything was. That sparked the urge for him to retaliate, regardless of what part of the 'reasons why Wooyoung is a menace' topic lineup Hongjoong was on.

"OH AND since we are on this whole thing of 'ah stop we're gonna get in trouble', who the hell kicked me out of the dorms?"

"San."

"Under your supervision, MOM AND DAD." he emphasised, glancing at both members in turn. This, they could not deny. It was funny doing what they did at the time, but definitely was not the best decision in retrospect.

Maybe they had hoped that the younger member would not have the courage and the lack of boundaries. But really, that had been a hope equivalent to assuming that air resistance was negligible all the time. Good in theory, shit in practice.

"Woo, I think you are going to have to hold off on seeing her for a bit."

Seonghwa finally spoke up, when Hongjoong had run out of steam and was nearly mumbling to himself.

"Wouldn't that be even more suspicious, like oooh the guy got caught doing something spicy and now he can't show face~"

"But if you come back there, the likelihood of Y/N coming under fire increases colossally."

"Right now there is a chance for this entire thing to blow over, and as Seonghwa said, we are used to the whole media stalking us thing, and even though Y/N is big on social media, the way the media treats us is still... slightly different. You don't want anyone bad on her case, do you?" Hongjoong's voice was now level, and horrifically calm. This was his most enraged state, and the scariest for Wooyoung.

He could handle screaming and even when someone threw things around in a fit, but not the calm-angry contrast. Anything but that.

"No I do not want that, no. But can't there be another way? She is my girlfriend after all-"

"Boy, you better stop or KQ will send you on a permanent voyage." Seonghwa threatened, hands folded.

"HEY HEY Woosanhwa? Come on, Woosanhwa for life!?" Wooyoung was desperately trying to find an ally in one of the two members carrying out the scolding session.

"NAH NOW IT'S SANHWA, you are the child of Dispatch."

"OUCH? And damn did you just say that in front of Hongjoong? Hongjoong you gonna welcome your cheater home or what?"

"Jung Wooyoung you are going to be the death of me. Can you please just, for a week at least, be on best behaviour? We have so many things scheduled and I really don't want to have another conversation with our manager about this."

Wooyoung had totally forgotten about the staff. Curious as to what the manager had said, he sat a little more forward in his chair, leaning in and craning his neck towards the captain.

"Luckily, he said this wasn't too bad, and since you were in Goyang-si it is easy to spin a story about how it was family quality time or something. Actually we got some people doing that for us already."

"Oh my word a special digital operation?"

"Don't get too excited, the manager does want a one on one with you, to 'discuss things'."

Long story short, Wooyoung was banned from going anywhere near Goyang-si for the next couple of weeks, with him instead being flung into different projects, as if they had been invented to take up all his time and make him forget about you.

But that only backfired. Upon revealing to his manager that you were his girlfriend (he could not stop repeating the fact, since he was proud of himself for having asked you out and to be official) and receiving a formal "I don't give a shit dude just stay in your lane and don't do anything more chaotic than your normal", he turned into a spoiler hazard.

He would call or message you during filming. Call or message during practice. Call or message in the dorms. He would be sending you feedback and comments about your content, watching it like the dedicated and diligent boyfriend he was.

Roasting you if he spotted something funny or out of place.

Purposefully, he dialled up his sickeningly sweet petname talk and language that somehow certain couples can survive using without curling up into a ball of cringe.

Progressively, the names got more and more ridiculous, but the scary bit was that he could REMEMBER what he had called you the last time you talked, so he could add cringey chaos like stacking Jenga.

Thanks to his perseverance and disregard for time and space, you and him talked even more often than before.

So often, that even your father, who was another regular visitor to your cafe, had caught on to something.

Whilst he was sitting at one of the tables in the cafe, sipping the coffee you had made him, he was observing how you were smiling like a fool while texting someone, thumbs dashing across the screen.

Then, your phone rang - Wooyoung wanted to video call. Deciding to answer, since there were no strangers in the store, you accepted, and you began to chat.

He shared with you that once a couple of more shoots were done, he could maybe even take you out on a proper date - somewhere outside of Seoul so you could walk around and really enjoy time together. You were bashful, especially since your own father was listening in on the fun with the classic 'who is this boy and let me have a word so I can show him that he can't mess about' face.

Soon enough, Wooyoung noticed that you were a little less flirtatious than usual, and that your eyes kept on darting off to the side. And he was not the one to let such things slide, so he began to question you until you finally gave in.

"Uh... well... say hi to... my dad? Though you guys already know each other so-"

The way in which Wooyoung switched up made you erupt in laughter as you struggled to hold the phone level and show your father walking up. You swore you heard some of the other ATEEZ members cackling in the background, with San being particularly loud.

Because of course Wooyoung had pestered all the members to officially introduce themselves and chat with you. They had been in awe of how oddly similar you were to Wooyoung in terms of upbeat disposition and ability to brighten a room with some wonderful comedy.

But that at the same time, it was as if a couple of components were switched out. You were disciplined and organised, and Seonghwa auto-approved you when you had equated your general approach to life as measuring out baking instructions. Sure you liked to have fun and experiment, but you had a time and place for that.

Hongjoong had congratulated you on becoming Wooyoung's new mommy, much to the latter's embarrassment. But you only picked up on that and K.O-ed your boyfriend with just the remark: "Kinky? But anything for my baby boy I guess" that sent the group rolling. You felt like you just started an inside joke that Woo would not be able to live down.

As your father walked up to the barista counter and looked into the camera, Wooyoung, at lightning speed, had moved seats to have a neutral background behind him, and was sitting like he was ready for a work ID photo. Stifling a giggle, you tilted the phone so the two men could speak.

"So, Wooyoung, how have you been?"

"Very well, thank you sir."

"Practicing cooking?"

"Yes sir."

"And saving room for dessert I see-" your father glanced over to you, raising an eyebrow. You could see Wooyoung's cheeks starting to go red.

"I am beyond grateful for having the opportunity to try my best and care for your daughter, sir."

"I will make you into meat for jeongol if you do any less."

"Got it, sir. I will try my best-"

"Not try. Do. And I will see you tomorrow." Your father finished off with a signature chef smile - the one you had seen in magazines that had covered his work and interviewed him. The one that screamed 'I am the boss here'. Way to go, trying to scare your poor baby.

"Wait... what's tomorrow?" you asked as your father returned to his seat.

"Uh... we have... filming... together... a master class." he explained slowly, his whole face scrunching up as though he ate a lemon. It felt as though someone kept on playing a laugh track behind him.

The culprits made themselves known soon enough, as a beaming Yunho wrapped one arm around your boyfriend's neck and called out to you.

"Oh yeah that is going to be one hell of a time. You should totally come, Y/N. We are all going to be there in the background."

"Is that even allowed?"

"HONGJOONG!?" Yunho immediately shouted off-call, and followed up with a question. You heard shuffling and some low mumbles. You looked over to your dad, who was also pondering the matter, and suddenly took out his own phone.

Just as you overheard Hongjoong say he was not sure whether it was possible to invite anyone in since technically, you were not an insider by any means, your dad called someone, greeted them, and began to converse about... the filming? You shushed Wooyoung and company, mouthing that there was an important call being made.

"Mhm, yes. Yes, my daughter. Yes... that successful young lady that made Jung Wooyoung a little reckless. Yes... no, we have known each other for a long time, come on. You know I wouldn't suggest anything out of line. Yeah? Okay. Great. Then she'll come. Okay, okay I'll pass that on. See you. Bye."

Well that was one short conversation. You looked at your father, expectant, but not having one sliver of an idea at what exactly he had just managed to pull off.

"Y/N, how quickly can you get a catering order ready?"

"Like a couple hours?"

"Okay good, early start tomorrow, and under that pretense, you are in." he said, purposefully louder so the guys on the call could hear.

With a satisfied grin he listened to their claps and cheers, whilst you contemplated whether your father was a mafia boss in an alternate universe.

This was bound to be one exciting shoot to do. Especially since it would be the first time since the not-really-a-scandal-but-a-scandal-nonetheless had happened, leaving Wooyoung totally work-bound.

And you desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of what a professional set looked like, as before this, the majority of what you were exposed to had been your mini ring light, reflectors and a stand for your phone. A little more than most and functional for you, but still felt amateur.

As instructed, you were up early. Earlier than you had ever managed to before. The adrenaline threw you out of bed as you rushed to 'dream-ity' that was located closer to the company.

After having been cleared to join, you had received a message from staff to arrange for a time when they could arrive to help you with transporting the delicious goods, so time was not your friend.

Moving around the kitchen you were baking fresh goods as though your life depended on it, recalling your time as a line cook, when orders would be coming in by the second and the only thing in your ears was slamming of pots and cursing.

For that part in your culinary journey you were grateful. You had become a lot more resilient and were not phased by this time pressure.

This enabled you to go all out. You did not know if they had ordered from any other place, but you wanted to be the one all staff and ATEEZ remembered. You wanted to show Wooyoung just what you were capable of, and wanted to show your father that you ALWAYS meant business.

Even though you had made up some time ago, that competitive and judgmental edge had never quite gone away. But, that was what gave you your business-savviness and, quite frankly, was the thing that taught you to not give up on anything.

If it were any different, you were confident that you would not be able to match so well with Wooyoung. He was a force of nature that was not subject to change unless he himself wanted to do so. And only because you had the power to absorb some of that energy while simultaneously giving your own in return, you had this unique synergy.

Regardless of distance, or of external circumstance, this exchange stayed strong, and though both of you wanted nothing more than to be able to spend time together and thrived off in person contact, you were not afraid, nor insecure. It was the ideal flow state.

So when you strutted into the large studio and kitchen at the time you had been appointed, together with two staff who had come to help, each of you carrying two large delivery bags each, you made sure you were glowing and every bit the glorious bringer of nourishment who totally had not just dressed up to spend an entire day behind the camera line.

It seemed to have the desired effect, as Wooyoung, who was having some touch ups done, had his jaw drop (which may or may not have earned him a glare from your father and a few chuckles from the other members who had been splayed out on some sofas, but shot up as you and the catering crew greeted each other and got to setting everything up.

As you began to unpack the sweet and savoury, standard and unique, light and heavy items - whatever anyone's heart desired, you heart a few cheers. Food really did bring everyone together.

"Y/N can you live with us please?" Mingi came up to you, eyeing the goods and picking out something that suited his fancy.

"THANK YOU THIS IS GREAT!" San raced across the hall to to go in for the steal, nearly running into Seonghwa, who was admiring the intricacy of the mini-cake assortment you had decided to throw into the mix on a whim. It had been a hit on TikTok, so surely it had to have the same effect here.

The staff also pulled up to the feast in record time, relieved at the much needed break and the delicious accompaniment to it.

Once everyone's attention was either on the food or on their phone that was paired with the food, Wooyoung sauntered up to you, a dopey smile on his face.

"I am so excited to see you I could kiss you right this instant." he whispered, leaning closer to your face. A shiver ran down your spine as you could feel his breath brush against your ear.

"You are cute, and I want to keep it that way and not have you filming with a black eye." You nodded at the man, your father, who was inspecting and rearranging some of the utensils on the set.

"Can't I get some attention~ I missed you!" Wooyoung whined playfully, and pouted at you.

You looked around to make sure that no staff members were paying attention (though the majority definitely knew at this point that you two were an item - no thanks to Wooyoung advertising it, first to the stylist who he had proclaimed to be a matchmaker, then to his manager even though he already knew thanks to the brush with paparazzi, and it kept on going). Once feeling that the coast was clear, you tugged at the sleeve of the dress shirt he was wearing, beckoning him.

Your own voice sultry, captivating, you winked and responded with:

"If you'll be a good boy, you can get all the attention in the world later."

"Y'all are nasty." you heard Hongjoong mutter right behind you. You had not noticed that he crept up to steal a pastry bite.

"You did say I am his mommy now, so I'm just following captain's orders."

"Oh no no Wooyoung you are rubbing off on her with this disrespect."

"Rubbing off you say?"

"I'M GONNA GO RETIRE NOW BYE."

You shared a laugh with Wooyoung. It was good to be back.

Filming continued, and you took great pleasure in seeing your father and Wooyoung interacting and attempting to not set the kitchen on fire. Two times Wooyoung had nearly knocked some glass bowls off the counter, only with your father's professional reflexes saving the day.

You were nearly in tears from trying too hard not to laugh so loud as you watched your father going a little red in the face as he held in every curse word known to man while watching Wooyoung stir fry something. You had to admit, your boyfriend was a LOT better than you had imagined, but your dad was a notorious perfectionist and the contrast between him and Wooyoung was too glorious of an entertainment.

You would be lying if it did not make you dream of what it would be like if Wooyoung were to become part of your family, but you swatted that thought away.

After wrapping up filming and beginning to gather your things, the director decided to approach you, simultaneously calling Wooyoung and some staff over.

"So, first of all I hope being here wasn't too boring for you. Thank you so much for the amazing food and for the company."

"I am glad you enjoyed, and boring? I was crying laughing in the back, this was great! I am beyond honoured for the invitation."

"Well then, how would be invited back sound? This time in front of the camera?"

"Oh?"

"Well both Wooyoung and Mr. L/N had advertised your skill, and Wooyoung had shown me some of your content, and I must say, I would be very interested in working with you! Plus I think your," he looked at your boyfriend and then back at you, "dynamic, will bring good chemistry."

And he was more than right. The episode where you had become a special guest and taught Wooyoung to make that same strawberry shortcake he had revealed was the first think he had seen you bake on social media, had amassed a considerable number of views and likes, with both ATINY and your audience raving at the collaboration.

Some of the fans who had been speculating about Wooyoung's appearance at 'dream-ity' also had their curiosity satisfied, saying that it had been Wooyoung being the classic 'spoiler king' for the collaboration.

As the view count grew and #bakerwoo and #dreamitywoo grew on trending, in a matter of days your cafe chain had become a popular Instagram spot among fans, with the one in Goyang-si being the peak location (for obvious reasons).

In light of not being able to continue your dates in the same style, you and Wooyoung changed tactics, and began to travel, just as you had wanted. For some videos, he had become your camera man, and for some of his social media updates, you had become the photographer.

In some of your videos you had even included snippets of you chatting to an off-screen Wooyoung, which sent ATINY into a frenzy as they had screamed in the comments about the "VERY FAMILIAR LAUGH" and about "WHY ARE THEIR POSTS KINDA SIMILAR THIS IS SUS GUYS"

It was thrilling to visit new places together, see how far you could push it before Dispatch was on your case. Even Hongjoong and Seonghwa had given up on you at that point, sighing harder than your own father and just saying 'young love'.

Together, you decided that if the spotlight was going to be on you, then so be it. Both of you were public figures in your respective fields, and being under constant scrutiny was part of the job. And this approach turned out to work in your favour, as the gradual introduction of one another in posts and content had become golden nuggets of wholesomeness for fans to search for and find.

The casual treatment of your relationship, looking at it not as something monumental but something natural, intrinsic, had turned what could have been a scandal on its head, making it a celebration and something to support.

Both you and Wooyoung had met thanks to social media, and had managed to use it for support and as a buffer zone for when FINALLY, one lonely paparazzi had caught you two out on a date, thinking he would be getting the juiciest content.

He was in for a shock when both of you turned to face him, at the same time, and pose like it was a red carpet event. When the photos were published, you two were sitting in the ATEEZ dorms, having a blast looking through the meme reactions at ATINY calling the journalists 'internet explorer' and quite simply, being happy for you.

Though having taken the path of being more public did come with its challenges, both of you were ready to overcome them, for many anniversaries to come. Whenever life was not too sweet, Wooyoung and you had taken to lightening things up by saying the 'dream-ity' pantries were always within reach. You embraced each other's chaos, and shared it with nothing but pride and adoration.

As Wooyoung sat in your newest addition to the 'dream-ity' chain, which you had yet to open, and was studying you as you rushed about, guiding two construction workers, he recalled how he had found you, had become your fan, and had fallen for you.

TikTok really did work in mysterious ways.