#have you seen hongjoong playing with yeosang’s hair

[sanhwalvr]

hongjoong would be the type of man who plays with your hair when you’re beside him or lying on his lap. he will give you the sweetest and softest smiles too😭

[bro-atz]

what we do to boys who don't listen

in which: san's jealousy lands him in hot water with you.

pair: non-idol!san/afab!reader | (brat!san/brat tamer!reader)

word count: 4.6k

content: smut, established relationship, nicknames (sweetie, ma'am), brat + brat tamer kink, reader wears that pheromone perfume..., san is jealous and possessive (when is he not /j), light bdsm, edging, light slapping and spanking, some nipple play?, oral sex, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: not only is this part of a new series i decided to work on for absolutely no reason, but it's my half of yet another exchange fic i'm doing with @k-hotchoisan aka aubs! i hope u like this bbygorl <3 (yes my goal was to make the sylus brainrot worse! ilysm!) read aubs fic here!

brat series: san, yeosang, jongho what we do to boys series: san, mingi

You just knew that San was going to be annoying. He always was whenever the two of you went to these parties that your friends would invite you to. This night, however, he was being particularly annoying for absolutely no reason.

Maybe it had something to do with your perfume. You had seen the pheromone perfume going viral online, and you wanted to test it out that specific night since you got it in the mail earlier that day. You rolled it on your wrists and dabbed your neck before finishing up in the bathroom. You smoothed out your little black body-con dress and fixed the razor-thin straps on your shoulders.

"Sweetie, are you ready yet?" San popped his head into the bathroom just as you finished applying lip gloss. "We're late. We have to go."

"Yep. We can head out now," you nodded before brushing past him on your way out of the bathroom.

As you passed by him, San got a good whiff of your perfume, and his body immediately acted before his brain could even comprehend what just happened. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms quickly, your chest immediately pressing against his.

"Hey, where are you going so quickly?" San asked in a low voice, his hand wrapping around your waist.

"Sannie, you're the one who said we were late, right?" you asked him while booping his nose.

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean we can be a little more late," he murmured while slowly running his hands up and down your back. "Since we're already late..."

"San..."

"Besides, how can you expect me to want to go now after seeing you look like this...? After smelling how sweet you are...?"

A small, flirty smirk crossed his face. He hugged you a little more tightly before brushing stray strands of your hair out of your face. You were about to take him up on his offer until you saw his smirk turn into a smile. He was just messing with you... Probably.

"Come on, let's go," you laughed while slipping out of his hug and grabbing his wrist.

San pouted but let himself get dragged out of the apartment by you.

"Really, guys? I know being fashionably late is cool, but this is too much," the host of the party immediately stated the second the two of you walked through the door.

"Sorry, Hongjoong, but you know how traffic and everything is here," you apologized with a smile.

"Yeah, that and she took— Oof," San started to say something snarky but immediately got winded when you subtly elbowed him in the side.

"Well, at least you're here before midnight. We're going to pop the champagne any second now."

The two of you followed Hongjoong into the backyard and joined the gaggle of people lingering along the side while Hongjoong met your other friend in the middle of the circle. You were trying to focus on Hongjoong's little speech before he popped the bottle open, but you couldn't pay attention when you felt San's hand wrap around your waist slowly. He pressed his chest right up against your back and sighed softly while you, on the other hand, held your breath and put your hand over his to get him to let go.

"Nope. You're not going anywhere," San murmured to you.

He quickly moved his hand so that it was on top of yours and forcibly laced his fingers with yours, the sensation making heat prick at all the sensitive parts of your body. You were starting to regret wearing that perfume now— especially when he brought his head to the nook of your neck and bit down gently on your skin.

You were suddenly brought back to reality when you heard the champagne cork pop. You looked to the center to see Hongjoong shake the bottle and start to spray champagne on everyone. Immediately, a bunch of people— including you and San— ran back to the house before Hongjoong could get any of you.

The rest of the night proceeded pretty normally after that. It was a standard party that your friends threw— some drinks here and there, a nice spread of snacks, so on and so forth. You all were a bit older now, which meant you had to throw parties that were a little more sophisticated (apparently).

San was quite literally attached to you by the hip for the majority of that night. You tried to tell him to go mingle with some of his friends while you mingled with yours, but San did not like that idea in the slightest. It wasn't until Hongjoong showed up did you manage to sneak away, go talk to other people, and relax a little knowing that San wasn't going to grope your ass subtly but publicly.

As much as you loathed going to these parties, it was nice to catch up with your friends since all of you hadn't been able to meet up for so long.

"No, Yunho, you didn't," you gasped as your friend, Yunho, recanted one of his latest work stories to you.

"I did— I had to! She was getting on my nerves! The constant tapping and the nagging—"

"Still, you made her lose the sale! I can't believe you would do that!"

You laughed and slapped Yunho's arm lightly— although to you, it was more like slapping some sense into him.

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," Yunho shrugged. Then, he patted you on the back while amending, "An employee's gotta do what an employee's gotta do."

"Uh-huh, sure," you rolled your eyes and responded with playful sarcasm.

"Wait, Y/N, you don't want a drink?" one of your other friends interjected after seeing that your hands were empty.

"No, I'm okay, Seonghwa—"

"Let me get you a drink, then."

Before Seonghwa could leave, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No, really, it's okay! I just don't feel like drinking tonight."

"Ah, I get that," Seonghwa nodded and shifted back into his original place, a friendly arm going over your shoulder. "Although, it is weird to see you without a drink given that just a year ago, you were drinking everything in sight."

"Please! How can you expect me to not drink on my birthday!"

"You nearly got alcohol poisoning because you drank literally every single drink that was put into your hands!"

You laughed with your friends as they recanted stories from your birthday while you tried your hardest to place them but couldn't since you were blackout drunk that night. As you laughed with your friends, though, you felt someone come up from behind you. Had you not recognized his cologne, you definitely would've pushed him away.

"What's going on here?" San asked with a slight edge in his voice.

"We were just talking about Y/N's drinking habits," Yunho said with a sly grin and a little nudge to your arm.

"Is that so?"

You could hear the annoyance in San's voice, but apparently no one else could since they continued talking to him normally. Well, they were only one sentence in before San said, "Will you excuse us? I need to talk to my girlfriend about something."

The emphasis on the word "girlfriend" made you raise your eyebrow. Again, no one else thought much of it, but San's behavior was starting to irritate you slightly. Your irritation only grew when the man dragged you away and towards an empty hallway. He pushed you up against the wall aggressively and pinned you in place, a dark look in his eye.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked you in a hushed voice that reeked of jealousy.

"I'm talking to my friends, San," you made direct eye contact, refusing to back down. "Are you about to tell me that I'm not allowed to talk to my friends?"

"Talking to your friends is one thing, but when you flirt with them—"

"Who the hell said I was flirting with them?" you interrupted.

"You don't think I recognize flirting when I see it?" San's tone now edged towards maliciousness. "You didn't have to touch them so many times, sweetie."

You frowned. "So, what, slapping Yunho counts as flirting?"

"What about the way you grabbed Seonghwa's arm? Or the way that both of them were being super touchy with you?"

"What do you mean?"

San closed the gap between the two of you, his body pressing right against yours. He placed his large hand on your shoulder and whispered, "Seonghwa's hand on your shoulder, hmm?" His hand moved from your shoulder to your back— the same spot where Yunho patted your back. "Yunho's hand on your back?"

"You really think that counts as flirting?" You shrugged him off you. "Look, I get that you're upset, but can we do this at home?"

You tried to push past San, but he grabbed you again and pinned you against the wall, your back hitting it a little too hard this time around. You winced and glared at San.

"No, I want to talk about it now," he said, his voice incredibly low.

"You really want to ruin Hongjoong's party by arguing with me?"

"I'm not the one ruining it. You are."

"You've got some nerve, Choi San," you bit out. "Fine. Other than the familiar touching, what else would you constitute as flirting?"

"The way you were laughing at their jokes—"

"What jokes?" you interrupted him.

San's demeanor finally cracked slightly. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as he said, "The thing that Yunho was talking about..."

You pursed your lips. Truth be told, you were suppressing a laugh because you were about to prove your boyfriend wrong. You held his arm and said with toxic sweetness, "Then why don't we go ask Yunho to repeat his joke for you? I think you could use the laugh right now."

Dragging San back to the party, you returned to your spot. You forced San to stand next to you and waited for the conversation to get to a natural point where you could ask Yunho, "Hey, I was trying to explain your story to San, but I think I was telling it wrong. Could you repeat it for him, please?"

"Oh, sure!"

You watched San's face start to pale as Yunho explained how he sabotaged his annoying coworker's sale. As the rest of the group laughed at his story again, you could see that San could only muster a weak chuckle.

Wait, San, you aren't drinking?" Seonghwa noticed. "At least one of you should drink something, right?"

"No, that's okay. I'm driving tonight—"

"Nah, you can make Y/N drive. Let me get you a drink."

With that Seonghwa quickly left despite San's verbal protests. It wasn't until the man ran after him and dragged him back did Seonghwa stop trying to get San to drink. When the two of them rejoined the group, you could see that San knew he committed a grave mistake.

"Sweetie, I am so sorry," he whispered meekly into your ear. "Please forgive me."

You smiled sweetly at San, the man immediately flinching. He knew he was not forgiven just yet.

After all, to use an outdated phrase, you were the one who wore the pants in the relationship.

San immediately dropped to his knees the second the two of you entered the bedroom. He looked down at the ground remorsefully, his hands on his knees. You, meanwhile, stood before him, your legs shoulder-width apart as you held a black, leather riding crop in your hands. From first glance, it would look like you were using corporal punishment on an innocent man, but that definitely wasn't the case because this wasn't your first rodeo with him, and it most certainly would not be your last.

"Mind explaining your behavior to me?" you asked him while tucking the riding crop under his chin and bringing his head up so that he was forced to meet your gaze.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." San immediately apologized because he knew to not try and explain himself to you. He tried to use puppy-dog eyes on you, but there was no way in hell that was going to work on you.

You sighed loudly. Your lip curled slightly in disgust as you recalled the events earlier that night. "Even after all this time, you still don't trust me, San?"

"No, I do," you could hear San's voice start to get louder so he could prove his trust for you, but when you raised his eyebrow, he lowered his voice quickly. "I don't trust them."

"Why don't you trust our friends, San?"

San couldn't respond. With another frustrated sigh, you patted his cheek with a little bit of force from the riding crop, making him turn his head and look down.

"Tell me. Why don't you trust our friends?"

"Because you're so fucking hot, Y/N," San admitted, only to yelp when you slapped his thigh with the riding crop. "S-Sorry, I mean— Ma'am!"

"Is that really all, San?"

"Honestly, I don't know," San sounded like he was about to cry— not because of you, but because of how frustrated he was that he couldn't explain his feelings. "You were just so irresistible tonight, and just seeing them touch you like that made me so angry... I didn't want anyone else touching you."

You were about to lecture him until you realized that San was so hot and bothered not just because of the way you looked, but also because of the way you smelled thanks to the pheromone perfume. Still, he didn't need to know that.

"Alright. Up on the bed, Choi San," you instructed— and he knew that because you called him by his full name, you weren't done with him just yet.

Next thing he knew, San was completely naked and tied up with your favorite shibari rope, the rope making his chest pop out even more than it usually did, and his hands tied behind his back. He was pleasantly surprised when you decided to forego the crotch rope, but that was because you still felt a little bad that you technically were to blame for some of his irrational behavior that night— the key word being some. 

His back was pressed against the headboard, his back bent in a slightly uncomfortable position. The discomfort subsided when you straddled him and grabbed him by the rope so that he was pulled towards you.

"Tell me something, Sannie," you whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Will you do something like this again?"

"No, ma'am," he immediately responded.

"And why should I believe you?"

San remained silent, prompting you to move back and look at him. He opened his mouth and made a couple of empty noises— he didn't know how to respond.

"You said this the last time, too," you murmured while bringing your fingers to his lips. You tugged down gently on his lower lip and continued, "You said that you wouldn't act out like this in front of our friends the last time."

You slid two fingers into his mouth, the man immediately sucking. While his mock-innocent look asked you for mercy, the dark look in his eyes challenged you, and you knew for certain he was about to act out when his tongue started playing around with your fingers. You quickly pulled your fingers out, the man's tongue following as he dropped his jaw.

"Behave," you warned him sternly. "You know what we do to boys who don't listen."

Clamping his mouth shut, San nodded and waited patiently. He was being obedient, but for some reason, that irritated you further. So, you grabbed your riding crop and moved so that San's cock was in front of you rather than behind you. You trailed the tip of the riding crop along his length and teased the head of his cock. He quickly inhaled, and his body tensed up as soon as he felt the leather.

"I wonder," you couldn't help but think out loud as you continued to trail the riding crop over and around his dick. "Do you do these things on purpose?"

"What do you mean?" San asked, his voice trembling.

"Do you enjoy it when I do things like this with you? Because you only need to ask nicely if you want me to treat you like this."

"Well, where's the fun in that?" San asked quietly, but cheekily.

You nearly laughed at his response, but you bit it back forcefully, your jaw tensing. You slapped his thigh with the riding crop, the man's leg jerking upon impact. You were thinking about telling him off, but then, you decided that you wanted to take a different approach with him this time around.

"You know, you're right. Where is the fun in that?"

San looked at you with mild confusion, only for that confusion to turn into complete shock when you unzipped your black dress and pulled it off you slowly, revealing your sultry lace bra and panties. His cock firmed up even more at the sight of you, and he nervously gulped when you moved backwards even more so that you were crouched between his legs, your lips right above his cock.

Yet, you didn't take him into your mouth just yet. You blew cool air on the tip of his throbbing cock, making the man squirm slightly. Then, you ran your tongue from the base of his cock up slowly, your hand cupping and kneading his balls.

"F-Fuck," you heard San whisper when you began sucking on just the tip.

You could hear him suppressing his moans and little cries, exciting you further. On one hand, you did want to take your sweet time with the guy, but on the other hand, you desperately wanted to milk him dry— and based off his flushed face and tightly shut eyes, you didn't think he would last a second of you edging him— which only made you want to do just that.

He moaned loudly when you brought your head all the way down his length. He turned his head to the side and panted slowly, heavily as you took the entirety of his thick cock into your mouth, the tip nearly hitting the back of your throat. You could feel San shift his entire body as you sucked him off slowly, his impatience getting the better of him.

Knowing San, he definitely wanted to throat fuck you in that moment— to shove your head down on his cock over and over again roughly, so his impatience only entertained you more. You took him out of your mouth and stroked his cock, his eyes opening, his lips quivering.

"M-Ma'am... Please..." he whimpered.

"Please what?"

San let out a tiny sob at the fact that he couldn't gather the words he wanted to tell you, so you patted his thigh and said, "I'm sorry, Sannie. You need to use your words if you want something from me."

When he opened his mouth to speak, you formed a circle around his cock and slowly closed it as you moved your hand up, the circle then starting to close in on the head. You did that a couple more times, throughly enjoying the look of pain and pleasure on his face— pain from wanting to release, but pleasure from the way you were touching him.

You dug your elbow into the mattress and propped your head up as you stroked him a little faster, your finger occasionally running over the tip of his cock. San gasped for air when you quickened your pace. He bit his lower lip and pushed his head back so that it was pressing against the headboard with insane pressure. He was close, and you knew it.

That's when you let go. You saw San's eyes shoot open and widen as he realized that you, in fact, were not going to be that nice to him.

You straddled the man again, your ass rubbing against his cock as you did so. You heard him inhale sharply before he bit his lower lip to keep whatever complaints or noises he had to himself. He was watching you through half-lidded eyes, and he closed his eyes when you ran your hands along his chest, your fingers tugging on the shibari rope and giving him the tiniest bit of wiggle room.

Although you wanted to whisper naughty things into his ear and tease him, you couldn't help but focus on his chest. As you slowly rubbed your ass up and down on his cock, you brought your fingers to his nipples, the man immediately squirming and shutting his eyes. His breathing got heavier as you drew circles around his nipples with the tip of your fingernail, and he would let out the occasional whimper when you flicked or tugged on his nipple.

"Ma'am— Ma'am, please," San whined as he brought his head up, his eyes watery and his face flushed. "I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you. I don't think I can take this much longer..."

"Not yet," you immediately rejected him, making him slump backwards with a muffled sob.

Before he could whine or whimper more, you finally stopped playing with his nipples and moved closer to him, your chest pressing against his. You tilted his head so that he was facing you, and you pressed your lips against his. The man immediately dropped his mouth open and kissed you roughly. Even with his hands tied behind his back, he pushed himself up so he could kiss you with more intensity and desire.

However, he was getting ahead of himself. You held his face and gently sunk your teeth into his lower lip, making him moan into your mouth.

"What is with you today, San?" you asked him breathlessly as you pushed away from him, breaking off your kiss.

"I can't help it," he was near tears. "I want you so bad."

The look of desperation on his face was enough to break you. That, and the guilt of knowing that his insane horniness was brought to you by the super popular perfume. So, you untied him, but you untied him slowly because you knew that the second the restraints came loose, he was going to pounce on you.

Which he most definitely did.

He tossed the shibari rope aside and nearly tore your bra off you so he could immediately begin sucking your tits. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and groped the curve of your waist with the other as his tongue swirled around and his teeth tugged on your nipple.

"San, you're being too rough!" you exclaimed when you felt his hold on your wrists get tighter.

San's head shot up, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm sorry," he apologized earnestly. "But, I can't help it. I'll be more gentle."

That was such a lie, and you knew it, but you knew he was going to at least try when he let go of your wrists. He moved his face to your neck and buried his nose in the nook of your neck, taking in more of your scent as his hips moved restlessly. Him doing all of that was him trying to be more patient and gentle, but that lasted a grand total of ten seconds.

San moved down so that he could grab the hem of your panties and pull them off you rapidly. As soon as the panties were off, he was pinning you on the mattress, and he was rubbing his cock along the folds of your cunt. The second he saw you exhale, he quickly stuffed you full with his cock, a loud cry leaving your lips.

"Sorry, sweetie," San whispered. "Did that hurt?"

"No, but you're still being really rough," you brought some edge back to your tone, trying to keep him in check.

Nodding, San did his best to move slowly. You sighed sensually when you felt him actually rut slowly, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls warming you up. As you wrapped your legs around his waist, you heard him grunt and try to keep his cool every time he rolled his waist into yours, which definitely entertained you more than you cared to admit.

To tease him, you arched your back and moaned. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you, and when your eyes fluttered open, you looked up to see San's desperate, pleading face. He didn't need to say anything for you to know that he was begging you to let him go crazy. So, you cupped his face and kissed him rashly, giving him the go-ahead he needed.

As soon as you did it, you realized that you probably should not have, because whatever remaining control you had over San was completely gone. He grabbed your arms again but with one hand on each arm. He aggressively rammed his waist into yours repeatedly while pushing your entire body up slightly so that your lower back was no longer resting on the bed.

"F-Fuck, Sannie!" you cried as you felt his cock hit your cervix. "Just like that!"

Your eyes were fully shut, so you missed the smirk that crossed his face when he heard you say that. He was so delighted by your statement, in fact, that he let go of your arms to grab onto your waist tightly and fold you over even more so that he was essentially drilling into you.

You were moaning and crying loudly at that point while San fucked you into the bed relentlessly, the mattress springs working overtime. The bedroom filled with the sounds of your moans and cries along with San's groans and grunts. You could feel yourself slipping from reality, multi-colored stars filling your vision with every additional thrust.

San was honestly ready to cum ever since you sucked the tip of his fucking cock, but because you kept edging him, he was so close but not close enough. He needed just a little more.

When you came, you came hard, and you clenched and creamed around San's cock, giving him the little more that he needed to cum himself. So, after lowering both you and himself so that your back was fully pressing into the mattress once more and his chest was pressed against yours, San slammed his waist into yours, and he groaned loudly as he came hard. You felt his cock throb and spasm as he filled you up with his ropes of cum.

The two of you were panting heavily by the time San completely finished. He moved his head up so that he could lock eyes with you. You ran your fingers thorough his slightly sweaty hair, his hair getting pushed back in the process. Somehow, even after all that you both just did, he got shy, and he buried his face back into the nook of your neck— a terrible move on his part.

San let out a shuddering sigh before inhaling, your sweet scent sending him into yet another spiral of madness.

"I'm so sorry, sweeties," San apologized in a hushed tone.

"Why—" you cut yourself off the second you felt him get hard inside of you. "Sannie, wait—"

"I don't think I can," San grunted before pulling you on top of him. "Punish me later if you have to, but right now, I fucking need you."

Why the hell did you buy that perfume in the first place?

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Party of Three | C.S, J.WY

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Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San.

Pairing: Choi San x F!Reader x Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Hidden feelings, threesome, smut

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning(s): Alcohol & drug use, sex under the influence 

A/N: This fic is the most well-liked among readers on my AO3. The writing may not be up to my current standard as I first posted this in 2019, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! 

Everyone is already stoned by the time you show up at San and Seonghwa's apartment. The former is the one to open the door, greeting you with red eyes and a lazy smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Before you can respond, you're slammed with the familiar smell of weed that wafts out into the hallway after him. Greedy to get started, you give your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek and push past him into the kitchen, avoiding his grabby hands with skilled ease.

You throw your bag down onto the counter and then make a beeline for the fridge, desperate for some sort of alcohol after the stressful week of final exams you've just gone through. Grabbing a beer, you sit on one of the kitchen stools and give the room a once over.

Jongho, Yeosang, and Yunho are sat on the floor playing Mario Kart as Mingi sits behind them on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest. It seems like he's pretending to be some sort of referee based on how every once in a while he shouts random things like, "Oh, come on, Yunho! Don't you know how to drift?!" You smile at his antics—you've missed this.

Meanwhile, the other couple of the group is squished into one armchair, Hongjoong's legs draped over Seonghwa's lap. Hongjoong's eyes flutter open and closed and Seonghwa chuckles, lovingly watching his boyfriend struggle to stay awake. As always, a stoned Hongjoong is a sleepy Hongjoong.

You go to turn back to San—thinking that you've seen everyone—when a silhouette on the balcony catches your eye. You’re overtaken with surprise when you recognize it to be Wooyoung, taking a hit from San's prized glass pipe. He hadn’t come to one of these get-togethers in a while, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend. Actually, now that you think about it, he hadn’t been here that much even when they were still dating.

He spots you and he smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons from pure happiness. After shoving the pipe into Seonghwa's waiting hands, he jogs over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You laugh and give him a hug, ecstatic that he seems like the Wooyoung you used to know. He was always touchy when stoned, but he had been holding himself back because his ex didn’t like him showing affection to anyone other than her.

“Thank god that bitch is gone,” you say, squeezing him one last time before letting go. “I missed this Wooyoung, the real Wooyoung.” You pause before adding, “My best friend, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung runs a hand through his black hair, laughing. “Yeah, me too. I’m glad to be back.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Mingi shouts from his place on the couch.

Of course, Wooyoung agrees instantly. You roll your eyes; he’s a fiend when it comes to alcohol of any kind. “Hell yeah! Let’s do shots.”

Wooyoung jogs over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of vodka. You shiver involuntarily; you and Smirnoff have a dark history. As he begins to pour the gasoline into shot glasses, he shoots you a questioning look.

You shake your head. "No. Hell no. No shots for me."

Despite your greatest efforts at resisting, Wooyoung's puppy eyes and Mingi's pouting (those two are unstoppable when they team up) manages to convince you and, half an hour later, you're three shots in. Yunho tries to pass you another one and you grimace, slapping his hand away. He looks offended and cradles the shot to his chest as if it spilling would have been the greatest tragedy of the modern age.

"We don't waste alcohol in this household, Y/N," he explains.

You can't help but roll your eyes. "Right, of course. Anyway," you look to where San is, leaning on the railing of the balcony with his pipe in hand, "I'm gonna go join my boyfriend and get stoned. Alcohol tastes like shit, I can only handle so much."

You practically skip to the balcony, excited to spend some one-on-one time with your boyfriend. It's been nice hanging out with the whole group but all you want right now is to be in San's arms. So, you decide to do exactly that. You bend down slightly and crawl right in between them, letting yourself be caged between his body and the railing. He doesn't get surprised and you let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he's been smoking for a few hours already. You're positive that if he was more sober he would've flinched and the glass pipe would have fallen out of his hand and down twenty-five feet onto the concrete below.

He smiles when he sees you, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his oh-so-precious dimples making an appearance. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss. Smoke fills your mouth and your eyes widen in surprise; you didn't notice him take a hit. He pulls away and you exhale, letting the smoke evaporate into the night air. You cough slightly and he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"Sorry, angel. I couldn't help myself."

The pet name makes you clench your thighs and San notices, eyes darkening. He knows exactly what the effect is of him saying that and you know he did it on purpose.

Fighting away the blush attempting its way onto your cheeks, you take the pipe from his hand, inhaling. You let the smoke enter your lungs, relishing in the familiar burning feeling. On your exhale, you say, "It's fine, just warn me next time."

Just as you take another hit, Seonghwa peeks his head out past the balcony door. "Hey, Joong and I are tapping out for the night."

San raises an eyebrow. "You mean he's still conscious?"

Chuckling, Seonghwa responds, "Let me rephrase. Hongjoong has passed the fuck out, so I'm taking him to my room to lay him down."

"Typical Joong," you say with a laugh. "He's fun for the first hour or so, and then he just gets tired." You always get stuck looking after a hungover Hongjoong while Seonghwa goes to work and you have a feeling tomorrow morning won't be any different.

Seonghwa nods, agreeing. With a half-wave, he turns to go back inside but suddenly stops, casting you and San one last look. "Oh, also—if you guys are gonna fuck tonight, can you try to be quiet? I have work tomorrow and wanna get a few hours of sleep in so my hangover doesn’t completely decimate me."

You blush and bury your face in San's chest, embarrassed. "Hwa! Can you not?"

Normally, San would be just as embarrassed as you, but not tonight. Without batting an eye, he says, "Alright, we'll try."

You pull back from him and gently swat on his arm. "San!"

He looks at you curiously. "What?" He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you taught against him and leans down to press his forehead against yours. "You want me to lie and tell him that I'm not planning to make a mess of you ton—"

"On that note, I'll take my leave," Seonghwa interrupts, disappearing back into the apartment.

"Oh my god." You pat your cheeks, forcing your blush to die down. "I always forget how much... bolder you get when you're high."

San leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck. The gesture sends an electric shock throughout the rest of your body, causing your hair to practically stand on end. "Don't pretend you don't love it," he whispers, the heat from his breath ghosting against your skin.

"I don't—"

He cuts you off by taking your chin in between two of his slender fingers and forcing you to look up at him. "No lying, angel."

As if on autopilot, you respond, "Okay, Sir."

The second you close your mouth, you know that you've just set something in motion. You can see the change in San happen, something inside of him switching into gear. He's always had two sides to him—your soft, romantic boyfriend and then the rougher, more possessive side of him that comes out when you call him by that name.

Placing the pipe down on a table, he grabs you by your wrist and drags you inside past all the stragglers left in the living area. Yunho wolf whistles and Mingi and Jongho laugh quietly amongst themselves. Wooyoung, on the other hand, watches the two of you with an expression you can’t quite place.

"You two have fun now," Mingi jokes. Then, addressing the others, says, "Time for us to leave unless you wanna hear them going at it."

Leaving them to their own devices, San brings you to his bedroom. The second the door closes he has you pressed against it, capturing your lips with his own. You press yourself into him, letting out a content hum against his mouth. In this position he towers over you, his frame completely enveloping your own. You don't feel nervous or scared, though; in fact, it turns you on.

You hook your fingers under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against your palms. He helps you out, pulling away from you for just a moment to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere across the room. His lips are back on yours within the next second, as if your mouth is a magnet for his own. You run your hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tensing under his skin. Just having his skin bared to you is already enough to get you moaning; you need more of him and you need it now.

You pull away from his lips to get some air. In between gasps, you manage to say, "Bed, now."

Your wish is his command. He lifts you up, biceps bulging, and gently places you on the bed. He hovers over top of you, messily leaving open kisses against your skin. You moan, giving into the sensation. It's been so long since you've had him like this and the buzz from the drugs is only making everything so much better.

"Wait." San raises an eyebrow as you crawl out from underneath him, hopping over to his desk. You open the top drawer and rummage around until you find exactly what you're looking for—a freshly made blunt. Picking that up and a lighter, you turn back to your boyfriend with a mischievous look in your eyes.

He smirks, leaning against the pillows. "I like the way you think."

Strolling back over to him, you get on the bed and throw one leg over his lap, straddling it. You give him the blunt and the lighter and, as he ignites it, you take off your shirt to give him a good view of your breasts. You hadn't worn a bra today, knowing that he loves when you don't. He almost chokes on the smoke as his eyes drink in your form, so greedy for a taste.

San's about to take another hit when the door to his bedroom opens. You cover yourself, panicking until you see exactly who's standing there—Wooyoung.

"Woo...?" You murmur, the syllable dropping off into a question.

He closes the door behind him and steps into the room. "Can I... Let me join you."

San chuckles. "I knew this would happen eventually."

You furrow your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Woo has always had a thing for you. He told me a while ago. It's part of the reason he broke up with his ex, besides the fact that she was also a major bitch."

"Is that true, Wooyoung? Do you like me?" you ask, uncovering your breasts. His eyes instantly fall to them and he gulps.

"Yes."

You're sure that his honesty and what you do next is partly because of the drugs and alcohol swimming in your system.

"Alright. Join us."

Wooyoung moves forward, shedding his shirt as he does so, before crawling onto the bed next to you. He takes the blunt San holds out for him, plump lips forming a delectable "o" as he inhales. You watch him with hooded eyes, imaging those lips leaving a trail of blooming marks down your body, between your legs... You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought of this prior to tonight. You lean forward and kiss him and, for the second time that night, smoke transfers into your mouth from another's. This time, however, you're more than ready for it. You close your eyes in ecstasy, french inhaling as you slowly rock your hips against San's crotch, relishing in the groan he releases. You can feel him hardening through his jeans and you instinctively clench, already so desperate to have him—someone—inside of you.

Letting the blunt hang haphazardly out of his lips, Wooyoung grabs your waist and helps you move against San who occasionally lifts his hips, adding to the delectable friction that's making you whine.

Smoke starts to fill the room, making everything hazy. With every inhale, the smell of it invades your senses. You love it more than anything—it makes you feel like you’re floating. You reach over and pluck the blunt from Wooyoung's lips, taking another hit. Leaning down, you kiss San this time, biting his lip. Once he gives you access, you push the smoke into his mouth with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting the smoke evaporate into the air. “It’s so much hotter when you do it to me.”

Placing the blunt into San's mouth, you reach down and unbutton your pants, managing to slip them off of your legs without even having to get off of him. With one less layer of clothing separating you, the friction of his tented jeans rubbing against your core is that much stronger. You throw your head back, sporadically rubbing yourself against him.

He reaches up and grabs one of your breasts, squeezing your nipple in between his fingers. “My angel is needy, huh?” he murmurs, smoke coming out of his mouth along with the words. You whine, nodding. “Alright then. Let me take care of you.” As an afterthought, he looks to Wooyoung who is currently palming himself through his jeans. "Actually, why don't we have Woo do it? I'm sure he's been dreaming about how you taste."

Before you can blink, San places the blunt in the ashtray on the side of his bed and flips you around so that your back is pulled taut against his chest. He nods at Wooyoung who gulps, moving forward and lowering down so that he's lying on the bed between your legs. You're certain that, at this point, your arousal has begun to leak through the fabric of your panties and the way his dark eyes take in the sight makes you squirm in anticipation.

San laughs, placing a sweet kiss against your temple. "Be patient."

Wooyoung begins to lightly trace patterns on your stomach as San attaches his plush lips to your neck, licking and sucking at the skin. The sounds you’re making are absolutely lewd, yet barely anything has even been done to you. Wooyoung leaves a hickey above the lace trim of your panties before hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down, revealing your soaking cunt.

He kisses the inside of your thigh once, twice, before finally licking a strip up your core. Your entire body shudders and you arch your back instinctively. Your ass grinds against San's crotch and he groans, digging his fingers into your sides to keep you still. Your thighs close around Wooyoung's head yet he doesn't seem to have a care in the world, eating you out painfully slowly as if he is savoring every taste. You whine and squirm, fingers and toes searching for purchase within the sheets.

"Please, please, please," you gasp in between ragged breaths.

Wooyoung pauses, mouth hovering right above where you need him most. His breath is enough to make you clench, desperate for anything and everything.

"Please what, angel?" San asks. "Use your words."

"Please let me come."

Wooyoung kisses you right above your clit and you practically scream, tears welling up in your eyes. You're never like this, never this needy or this sensitive—it has to be the weed in your system. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

"Please who?" San's voice is deep, demanding.

Your voice is faint, barely a whisper. "Please, Sir."

He looks towards Wooyoung who is still hovering between your legs, lips glistening with your juices. "What do you think, Woo? Should we give her what she wants?"

Wooyoung pushes his hair back off of his forehead, sweat droplets falling onto the mattress below. "I know I'm more than willing to follow through."

San laughs, his chest reverberating against your back. "I'm sure you are. In that case, go for it; see if you can make her come as hard as I can."

Wooyoung takes on the challenge. His mouth attaches to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he adds a finger, plunging it into your dripping core, you scream his name.

"Fuck, Wooyoung!"

Your hand tangles in his dark hair and you can't help but pull, too lost in your own lust to hold onto any semblance of thought. Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind, though. If anything, it turns him on knowing that you're so far gone.

"Come on, baby," San whispers, hot breath dancing across your ear. "Come for us. Show me how good Wooyoung is making you feel."

Wooyoung adds a second finger and before you know it, you're seeing stars. A blinding wave of heat and pleasure overtakes you and you're shaking but, God, it feels so, so good. Wooyoung guides you through your orgasm with soft, gentle licks against your swollen pussy as San whispers words of praise against your skin. When you come back down from your high, you register the feeling of tears on your cheeks.

Wooyoung, finally satisfied, crawls up to lie beside you on the bed. He chuckles softly when he sees the state you're in and kisses away the wetness on your cheeks with a smile.

"It was so good that you cried, hm? You're so cute." Then, turning to San, he smirks. "You ever make her come like that?"

San rolls his eyes. "Of course I have. Don't get ahead of yourself."

At this point, you can barely find the strength to form a proper sentence but still, you grab onto one of San's biceps, fingernails digging into his tanned skin.

"Why don't you show him?"

San's eyes widen ever so slightly. "Are you sure you can handle it right now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, God yes."

San still looks hesitant so you take initiative, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to your own. You kiss him with everything you have, hoping it expresses your wanton need for him. Against his lips, you murmur, "I want you. I want you inside of me, please."

"Fuck, angel..." He groans and closes his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly. "You have no idea what you do to me."

After shimmying out of his pants and the boxers underneath, he reaches behind Wooyoung and searches around in the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom. He carefully rips it open and, after blowing into it, begins to roll it down his shaft. He moans at the friction and you frown, realizing how little attention you've given him. Shooing his hand away, you take over, rolling it all the way down to the base. He buries his face in your neck, groaning every time you move. You continue to stroke him, bringing your hand up to the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and moving back down. He doesn't let you continue your ministrations for long, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop.

"I'm close," he explains, sweat pooling at his brow, "And I would much rather be inside of you right now."

You smile and peck him on the lips. "Okay, I'm ready."

With your consent, he lifts you up and sits you on his cock, pushing past your walls. He stills with a gasp. "Fuck, you're so wet. Wooyoung did a good job of getting you ready for me, didn't he?" You nod and he begins to thrust, making you fall forward and lean against his chest for support. "You always take my cock so well, don't you? It's like you were made for me."

You let out a strangled moan, the praise combined with his actions sending shockwaves straight to your core. You came not so long ago and already you can feel your pleasure coiling once again. "Fuck, yes, I'm yours," you say.

Wooyoung, neglected, takes action and moves forward, tucking a finger under your chin and tilting your head, forcing you to look at him instead of San. "Y/N... kiss me."

You lean forward, stopping a breath away from his lips. "Sir," you whisper, "Can I?"

San shudders as you clench around his cock. "Go for it."

At his word, you capture Wooyoung's lips with your own. The first thing you notice is that you can still taste yourself on him; the second thing is how passionately he responds to you and how eagerly he returns your affection. He tangles his hand in your hair, tugging slightly on the strands. You moan at the sensation, nipping at his lips in the process.

San snaps his hips, slamming into you at a menacing pace that has your thighs shaking from the force of it. You gasp and, unable to keep kissing, grab at Wooyoung wherever you can, searching for support. Your hands find purchase on his biceps and you dig your nails into his skin, too lost in your pleasure to be gentle. However, Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind—in fact, the slight pain causes him to moan.

You can tell San is close by the way his breathing is getting heavier and his thrusts are getting sloppier. You clench around him and he squeezes his eyes shut, groaning.

"Fuck, baby, oh my God—"

"Sir, I want to come with you," you whine, throwing the nickname in there because you know it will help bring him to the edge.

He kisses you and brings a hand to your clit, furiously rubbing it with the pads of his two fingers. "Okay," he pants, "Come with me, angel. Come with me."

The coil building in your abdomen comes undone once he snaps his hips at an angle that hits that one spot inside of you and you impulsively lean forward, biting onto Wooyoung's shoulder to muffle your loud moaning. The spasms of your walls against his cock have San following after you mere seconds later and he eases you off of him, letting you fall to your back against the mattress below.

San places a loving kiss against your temple and turns to Wooyoung, who at some point had taken off his own jeans, freeing his swollen cock. "Woo, come here," he commands, crooking his finger. You frown, realizing that Wooyoung has gone the longest without being touched; how unfair. You reach out a hand, willing to help relieve him, but San stops you. "No, you rest. I'll take care of him."

You watch with wide eyes as your boyfriend goes slack-jawed and takes Wooyoung's leaking cock into his mouth, allowing the other boy to fuck his throat. He sucks him off with the ease of someone who has done it multiple times before, knowing when to move and when to still, when to use his tongue and when to not. Saliva begins to dribble out of the corners of his lips and his eyes tear, but you can tell he's eager to help Wooyoung reach his end what with the way his hands are supportively rubbing the other's thick thighs. If you weren't so exhausted, you think you might have come again just from the sight of it.

It doesn't take long for Wooyoung to come with how long he's been holding off and San takes all of it, swallowing and gently pulling off of him. Wooyoung collapses against the headboard, chest heaving. After catching his breath, he looks at you and smiles.

"Well... this was fun, huh?"

You can't help but laugh, so blown away by the turn this night has taken. "Fun is just one of the words I would use, I think."

Wooyoung reaches out, carefully pushing your hair off of your forehead and the loving action reminds you of a question you had wanted to ask earlier.

"Woo?"

"Hm?"

"How long have you wanted this?"

His ears turn red and you can tell that the question embarrasses him, but he answers anyway. "Since before you and Sannie started dating."

"Wait... back in high school?" He nods. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared," he admits. "You and I had—have—been best friends for so long and I didn't wanna risk ruining that by acting on my feelings. Then I introduced you to Sannie and, well... the rest is history." You punch him on the arm and he whines. "What was that for?!"

"You idiot! I liked you too."

"You... what?" His complexion pales as the information sinks in. "Fuck."

San, silent until now, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him, kissing your cheek. "Y/N... do you still like Woo?"

"I..." You pause, startled. "Is this a trick question?"

He laughs. "No, it's not. And there's no wrong answer. Just be honest with me, baby."

"M-maybe." Your voice is small, tentative; telling your boyfriend you have feelings for your mutual best friend isn't something you ever saw yourself doing.

"What if I said I did too?" San asks.

Your jaw drops and you search his face for any signs that he's joking, but he looks completely serious. "Really?"

San nods. He gestures for Wooyoung to come closer and he does, scooting forward so that he's sitting right next to you. He rests a hand on your bare thigh, gently caressing the skin there and calming your nerves.

"Yeah. I like both you and Wooyoung and you like both of us, right?" You nod. "What would you think about making this a normal thing?"

"Like... the three of us all being in a relationship?" you ask.

Wooyoung shrugs. "We don't have to have any sort of label. This is just something we can try out. If it doesn't work, that's okay too. I won't mind."

You take a moment to think, weighing the pros and cons. Then, you realize something. “Wait… Did you guys plan this whole thing out?” San and Wooyoung share a guilty look and you laugh, shaking your head exasperatedly. “God, what am I getting myself into?”

Wooyoung’s eyes light up. “So you’re willing to try?”

You nod. “Yeah, I am."

"Great!" San kisses your nose and gets up, discarding the used condom into the trash can underneath his desk. He slips on a pair of sweatpants and goes out the door to presumably get some things from the bathroom, but of course not before throwing the two of you a dimpled smile and assuring that he'll be right back.

He returns shortly, opening the door with one hand as he holds two washcloths and some lotion in the other. He closes it with his foot and practically jumps on the bed, eager to not keep you or Wooyoung waiting any longer. Gingerly, he wipes away with your sweat, starting with what's on your face and not stopping until you are fully refreshed. Then, as he hums under his breath, he squeezes some lotion onto his hands and begins to gently massage you, helping to loosen up any tension and soreness you might feel. He saves your abused core for last, making sure to be extra gentle.

You watch with a content smile as he smothers you in aftercare, letting yourself just sit back and soak in every second of it. You used to feel guilty when he did this, feeling bad you weren't doing anything in return, but he's assured you so many times that he enjoys it and wouldn't do it if he didn't want to that you can't help but just selfishly enjoy it now.

Not wanting Wooyoung to feel left out, he makes sure to give him the same routine. Wooyoung is hesitant at first like you used to be but, before long, he's practically purring. Once San is done, he slides into bed behind you and covers your scantily clad bodies with the previously discarded blanket. Instantly, you slide closer towards him so that your back is against his chest and he sighs contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. Wooyoung turns to face you and San, forehead almost touching your own, and you kiss him, making him laugh.

"I can't believe this is real," he admits.

You smile. "Me neither. It's weird, but it's nice."

San hums in agreement, already drifting off.

"I love you," you say softly, chest aching with just how much you mean those words. "Both of you."

"I love you more," San responds. Just like always.

"I love you, too." The same words Wooyoung has always said, but now with a different meaning.

It's nice, you think, having two people to wish you goodnight.

The following morning, you're the one who wakes up first. Wooyoung is the first thing you see, mouth slightly parted and hair a complete mess. You smile, finding it endearing. San's grip around your waist is tight but you manage to slip out of his hold, getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. You open the door and quietly make your way to the kitchen, hoping that Seonghwa and Hongjoong are still asleep. You don't hear any commotion and you let out a relieved breath, glad that you don't have to deal with the embarrassment of facing anyone after—

"Good morning," Seonghwa says, peering up at you over the rim of his coffee mug. You freeze, watching as he takes a sip and then places it down on the counter in front of him.

"Oh, um, hey. Hope we didn't, uh..."

"Keep me up? No, not at all. Not like for a second I thought you were getting murdered from how loud you were screaming or anything like that."

Your entire body seems to burn from the force of your blush. "Fuck. Sorry, Hwa."

"Whatever, it's fine. But, I have to ask... Is that Wooyoung's shirt?"

Looking down, you see that you are most definitely wearing that shirt Wooyoung had on the night before. "Yeah, I... We, um..."

It's at this point that both Wooyoung and San emerge from the bedroom, San still clad only in his sweatpants and Wooyoung in a pair of boxers. San instantly puts his arm around your waist and lovingly pecks your cheek, and Wooyoung smacks your ass as he walks by to get to the coffee pot.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow as he watches the scene play out. "You know what? This weirdly makes a lot of sense." Getting up and putting his now empty coffee mug into the sink, he adds, "Anyway, I'm headed out. You three think you're up for another party tonight?"

Your mind travels back to last night and what incredible things the party led to so, without missing a beat, you respond, "Oh, God yes."

Seonghwa laughs. "Cool. See ya later, Y/N."

The door closes with a slam behind him and you hear a groan come from the hallway behind you. You take a look around the bend to see a very, very hungover looking Hongjoong hobbling his way out of Seonghwa's room. You smile and share a look with Wooyoung and San, shaking your head. Looks like your prediction was right—you're gonna be stuck taking care of him after all.

[justaaveragereader]

Devil In Disguise

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Smut, Dom!Reader x Sub!Choi San

Warnings⛔️: Unprotected Sex (Don’t Do That), Cream Pie, Choking, Oral (Receiving), Infidelity, Sub!San, Dom!Reader, ManEater Reader, Rough Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Pussy Whipped San, Manipulation, Now If I Missed Anything, Let Me Know👀😚!

NSFW & Warnings Under Cut - Minors DNI!!!🔞

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You made men and women fall to your feet. Face of an angel, truly. Some think you floated down from heaven. To pure be dating Jung Wooyoung.

You were sitting on Wooyoungs lap as he laughed at another one of Jonghos jokes, the bass from the music slightly annoying you. Your arm thrown around the back of his neck playing with the hairs on the end of his hairline while letting your eyes shift around the room taking in your surroundings.

Wooyoungs hands dangerously drifted down to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze causing you to slightly wince. Just as you were about to give Wooyoung a piece of your mind, everyone started to hoot and holler. The man of the hour finally entered the room, going on a alcohol run before he was even able to be at the party.

“San-Ah!” Yeosang shouted, excited to see the extra additions of alcohol more than he was to see San.

He was gorgeous, broad shoulders, pink pretty plush lips, a smile that could make a woman drop to her knees. A successful career, he was the full package. Everyone wanted a man like Choi San. You wanted a man like Choi San.

Placing the additional alcohol on a small table near the kitchen, you watch the way his arms flex as he lifts the bags. Muscles just bulging. You are smooth in the way you shift your gaze around, making sure not to spend too long ogling at the man. Your fingers continue to play in Wooyoungs hair. Your gaze shifts over to his other friends. Jeong Yunho, tall and handsome, big doe eyes, and you are sure he’s big somewhere else. You’ve caught him a couple times checking you out but he’s never seemed to notice the lingering gaze you’d have on him. Then there is Choi Jongho, strong strapping Choi Jongho, hands and thighs that could make a woman cry. You had seen him smush a melon in half with his bare hands. You wanted to suck the melon juice off of his fingers but you never teetered that line.

Kim Hongjoong, while he was quite mysterious he was always busy, you never knew much about him besides he worked hard as a producer, he was subtle with his sex appeal but he still had some, a sex appeal you always wanted to explore. Then came the groups oldest, Park Seonghwa, innocent by day, demon by night, you and Wooyoung let him stay at your apartment for the weekend one time, his eyes shifted and shaded you so often. When Woo would leave you’d put extra sway in your hips so you could feel his stare on you. Still believing that you were too “innocent”, to “naive” to be with a man like Jung Wooyoung. If only they knew…

Then you had Kang Yeosang, you could feel his gaze on you when you were alone. You loved to lock eyes with him, it was like a game of domination, waiting to see who would break eye contact first, ten out of ten it was always him who broke it. He’d get so tense, so flustered at your gaze. It was a victory to know you had Wooyoungs best friend in a permanent state of being flustered. Last but not least you had Song Mingi, you were convinced life blessed him with that height and body to make up for the dominance he lacked in the bedroom, once while alone, in a tipsy state he hit on you, not expecting you to meet his gaze and to make him fold faster than you could fold a piece of paper, behind those bold eyes of his, was just a simple submissive man. What a pity.

You always wanted to take a dip into what Choi San would be like, his soft dimpled smile, his kind gestures. It was hard to believe him and Wooyoung were best friends. You loved Wooyoung but the “being in love” phase was long gone. Looking at it now, you were curious as to if there was ever a “love” phase for him from your end. Your friends called you a maneater and did you love it. You had a face a naive man would trust, your actions always proved otherwise.

Wooyoung loves you, yet you knew he wasn’t in love with you. He didn’t want to leave you, he knew he could do no better. Where would he find arm candy like you? He never caught on to the sexual tension between you and his friends, yea he knew they found you hot, but what he didn’t know is that you lived for their burning stare. One stare in particular, Choi San.

There he was making his way towards the friend group, your nails slightly scraping at the skin on the back of Wooyoungs neck. Big dimpled smile on display, you wanted to ruin him in more ways than one.

“Come sit by me!” Wooyoung squeaked, patting the area on the couch cushion beside him, trying his best to be heard over the loud bass. Dodging his way over people's feet, making sure not to step on anyone he happily takes a seat. Eyes crushed into beautiful crescent moons.

“Hey Y/n! Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks sitting down, two bottles of water, and a bottle of Soju for Wooyoung. You smile back politely, fingers pausing before your hand rakes down Wooyoungs chest reaching out for the other water bottle.

“You always throw a big party! I thought this was supposed to be small?” You speak through a chuckle, looking around at the house full of people, a small get together that turned into a full house. Cracking the cap off the soju Wooyoung guzzles down some of the clear liquid. Hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles in your skin, his eyes boar around the place while you see Sans eyes flicker to the gesture before letting out a small cough and looking around the room.

“It was supposed to be…but someone, I’m not going to name any names, told everyone about it.”

“The more the merrier San-Ah. Learn how to live!”

“It’s my get together yet I was on an alcohol run before it started, how is that possible?”

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders while letting out a laugh, his hand coming to shove Sans shoulder. You could feel the love between them, between all the members. They truly were a family unit. How nice.

San could feel you staring at him, you were like a temptress. He knew deep down you were no good, yet he wanted you in various ways. He wanted you mentally, physically, emotionally, he wanted you forever.

You gaze was like fire, his skin was nothing but gasoline, you sparked him up every time you were near. Your perfume alone made him rock hard, his hands fiddle with the water bottle. Barely hearing anything that Wooyoung is saying, the soju runs its course through Woo making him more chatty than usual. Clearly getting tipsy he starts antagonizing Jongho, saying he can clearly drink him under the rug.

Letting out a small chuckle you stand up so that Wooyoung can make his way over to Jongho to continue the argument, and to show Jongho that his quote on quote “Hyung can drink him into the grave.” You and San watch the banter that goes on. Letting out a small chuckle you are staring straight but eye him up out of the corner of your eye. A smirk tugging on your lips. A hand coming up to the back of his hairline, running your nails across it, you see him break out into goosebumps. Your cool fingertips beyond enticing to him.

“Mind telling me where the bathroom is Sannie? You know I always forget.”

You can hear him gulp, you both are most likely the most sober at the party. You know where the bathroom is but you loved to play cat and mouse with him.

Nodding his head, he turns his head to throw a glance at the hallway that the bathroom is by. A smile graces your face, teeth on full display for him. You stand up, adjusting your pants just so he can have a show as you walk to Wooyoung to tell him you are going to be back, you are just headed to the restroom. To wrapped up in the drinking game all the members except San is playing, he brushes you off.

You know he’s looking, you can feel his gaze on your ass. Making your way towards the restroom that’s located in Sans room, not the one that’s located in the bathroom. Freshening up a bit, because you know you will be getting laid tonight, it’s just a matter of fact who it will be.

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Just as you are going to open the bathroom door you hear sounds of movement on the other. Worried it’s two people fucking in Sans room you try to ease the door open to be surprised by it being San. Alone, in his bedroom, sporting a hard bulge in his pants. He was mouthwatering. With a firm hand he grabs himself, trying to ease some tension. Your eyes lift over to his door, seeing that it’s locked. Oh. So he did come in here for some special alone time.

You let out a small chuckle, causing San to quickly whip around, both hands now covering his thick hard on that can be easily seen through his pants. You see the flush on his face travel from his face to his neck. You wonder if his cock will be flushed the same way he is.

“Y-Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He squeaks out, voice layered with nerves.

You lean up against the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossing under your chest to have your tits poke out a bit more, his eyes flicker to your cleavage shamelessly, what a man.

“The other bathroom was occupied. I thought you wouldn’t mind if I used yours.” Your voice drips out, thicker than honey. You swear you see his eyes swirl with lust. Eyeing him up and down like he was candy. You could visibly see him gulp. Making your way over to where he was seated, standing in front of his open legs with his hands still covering his bulge. Your fingers lightly brush over his broad shoulders. His body does a noticeable shiver.

“My, my, my Choi San. Still as handsome as ever.” You whisper out, a clear smirk on your face, lips stretching into a grin.

San felt his knees buckle, this was wrong he shouldn’t be doing this, Wooyoung was his best friend. You were his bestfriends girlfriend, the ultimate forbidden fruit. Nodding his head at your words. His eyes glued to the floor. Trying to not grab the forbidden fruit that waves in front of his face.

“Thank you.” He slowly says, voice barely above a whisper. You can see his cock slightly twitch with each word that drops out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He whispers again, hands still trying to hide his jumping bulge.

Your fingers come up to play with the shirt that is being stretched by his wide shoulders. Your touch felt like fire on his ice body. He lets out a small whimper. If he made noises like that just based on your small touch, what would happen when his cock was stuffed inside you?

“I was just using the restroom Sannie, no harm in that. Unless…” you drift off at the end of your sentence. His eyes looking up at you, he swore he saw doves fly from around your head, and a light shine. They did say that the devil was once the most beautifulest angel.

“Unless what..?”

“Unless you don’t want me here, I can g-.”

“No!” He quickly speaks out, noticing your eyes grow hooded. Gaze feeling like you’ve caught a mouse in your trap. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

“I mean…what I meant was…if you needed the restroom by all means, please use it.”

Your fingers dance down his chest, nails scraping over his pecks. God, what a hunk.

“I don’t think we should be doing this…what about Wooyoung? What would he think?” He whispers out, trying to hold onto any morals he had left, you haven't even done much but yet he was withering away.

“I don’t know Sannie, you tell me. What would he think? He is your best friend, isn’t he?” You whisper out, hand now getting dangerously lower. As your fingers graze over his goosebump littered body he lets out a whimper.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. If you want me to go, I’ll go.” You lift your hands off of him, grazing a piece of his pants, your fingers feeling over his bulge. Taking a step back, his hand shoots out to grab your hips, not letting you step back any further. He’s biting his lip so much it’ll start bleeding any second. Bringing your thumb up to his lips you pull his bottom lip out. Running the pad of your thumb over it. His eyes bore up at you, unshed tears in his eyes. Was it shame/guilt making him feel this way? Or was it his undying desire for his bestfriends girlfriend?

“I want you so bad, I’ve always wanted you so bad Y/N.” He whimpers out, unshed tears now falling down his face. Your pussy clenched at the sight. You truly were making this man go against all his morals. Seonghwa did say once that San never betrays. Guess that was a lie. Everyone always has their own price.

Your fingers rake through his dark locks. Cooing at him, bringing his head to your stomach to let him cry. The light scratch at his scalp was driving him insane. Opening his legs further so you could stand in between them. You could feel his throbbing member on your own leg. God, he was blessed.

His hands start to roam your lower body, hesitating before slowly running down the side of your hips, circling back to grab two handfuls of your ass. You let out a small hum. Enjoying his strong hands on your body. His cologne flooding your nostrils now. Running your hands down to the back of his shirt you grab it, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Stepping back as far as you could with his hands holding onto your hips. You can finally ogle at his body, he was built like a literal God.

Nails raking down his chest, leaving red angry lines on his skin. Tossing his head back, he groans out. Hands still full of your ass, he pulls you closer to him, so close you wind up knocking him back, his body hitting the mattress while you fall on top of him. One arm keeps you held up, while your other arm is braced against his chest. You grip his chin lightly, pulling him back into reality. Bringing your lips down you push your soft lip gloss coated lips against his. Licking his bottom lip you pull away, his hand shoots up to the back of your head pulling you back in, he couldn’t settle for that swift peck you gave him. He was needy, he needed you now, he needed you yesterday, he needed you when you agreed to be an item with his best friend. The kiss starts out hot, his tongue crashing against yours in a frenzy, trying to soak all of you in.

Groaning into the kiss, his hands roam all over your body, tugging at the clothes you are wearing. The way he’s pulling on them you'd assume he was trying to shred them to pieces. The kiss gets needier, teeth starting to clash, lips starting to wander to necks. Your fingers lightly tug on his hair, letting out a groan, you can feel his cock twitch at the tug. Smiling to yourself you pull back, pulling your shirt over your head. You swear you saw his eyes almost bug out. Grabbing his hands from your ass you stand up, pulling your pants along with your panties down. Foreplay in your eyes was over. You came here for one thing, and one thing only. Dick.

His eyes don’t know where to look, it’s all happening so fast, palming himself over his pants he lets out a small hiss. He’s rock hard, worried he might shoot his load if you even touch him with your naked body.

Unbuttoning his pants, cock begging to be free. He sits up, shimming his pants down, boxers still on. Doing nothing to hide his throbbing member. Your mouth moistens, oh how you want to shove his cock down your throat. Your hand runs delicately over his peck before pushing him back down so he’s laying flat on his back, sitting on his legs right before his cock so you can get a good look at all of him. His eyes bore up at you, as if you were playing God. Your nails run down the outline of his cock. Causing his whole body to shiver, grabbing your hand lightly, you look up at him amused.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you going to cum already?” You say through a pout, sarcasm thick in your voice. His chest flushed red again, beginning to pant, he nods his head quickly. Any form of verbal communication he has right now, has left the room.

You grab his cock through his boxers causing his hips to jerk up. Any other time he would’ve been embarrassed by how much a woman had affected him but the girl of his dreams was sitting on him in her bra, bare wet pussy on display for him. How could he care?

Tugging on the band of his boxers letting it snap against his skin, he lets out a moan. A smirk grows on your face. Tugging on the band, you let it snap against him again. Smirk growing by each pathetic moan he lets out. You rub the irritated skin where the band snapped against. Getting up off his legs, crawling on the side of him, tossing your leg over his chest, ass in his face, pussy on his chest. Looking back at him he’s staring at your core like it’s dessert. You push his boxers down letting his thick cock spring free, wet patches coat the boxers.

Bending over you blow on the head of his cock, earning a small whine from him. Arching your back so he has full access to your dripping cunt. You give his slit a lick, smearing his precum around. His hands jolt to your hips, trying to stabilize himself before he can even get a taste of you. Licking his lips he spreads your ass cheeks open to get a better view of your cunt. Eyes rolling back almost immediately, you were dripping.

Darting his tongue he instantly latches on to your clit. Causing you to let out a moan. His silky tongue runs along your folds, dipping into your hole, groaning at the way you taste, he sticks his tongue as far as it can go into you. Your mouth drops open, panting against his cock, trying your best to put it in your mouth but it’s hard when he's eating your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. Just as you lock lips around the tip of him, his arms reach around to your upper body, right below your tits pulling you back to you were fully seated on his face. Your head falling back instantly. Giving your ass a harsh slap, he grabs both cheeks jiggling them while his face is buried into your cunt. Your body begins to clam up with sweat. The way he’s working your clit while thrashing his head back and forth has you ready to see another universe.

You begin bouncing on his face, causing him to groan, his neglected cock oozing with beads of pre cum. Hands still slapping your ass while keeping your cheeks spread so he could get full access to your pussy is driving you crazy. So wrapped up in the pleasure of bouncing on his face your orgasm approaches before you have time to even tell him, your back arches, fingernails digging into his thighs, surely to leave some marks. You do nothing to hide your loud moan as you reach climax. The poor people who pass by clearly know two people are in here fucking. But the thrill of them not knowing who is enticing. Slurping your juices down like he’s been deprived of fluids all his life. He fully understands why Adam and Eve ate that apple, forbidden fruit is so delicious.

Body feeling like a limp noodle you try your best to remain upright, his tongue still thrashing around your wet cunt causing you to let out small whimpers. Tossing your leg off of his chest, trying your hardest to pry him off of your pussy. Turning around so you are face to face with him, you run your thumb along his bottom lip, pulling down on it, he so easily submits to you, tongue rolling out , you spit into his mouth. You want him to feel as dirty as this situation is. You want him to bask in the delight of fucking you, yet you see him as easy. Fucking his best friends girlfriend, what a slut. As soon as you spit, it hits his tongue, letting out a moan, dick bobbing so hard you feel it brush the back of your thighs. Lining his cock up with your sopping entrance you slowly slide down his shaft. Giving your hips an experimental roll, his hands shoot down to your hips, causing them to stop.

His eyes scrunched shut, panting heavily, toes instantly in a curl position. Cooing at his disarrayed state you run your fingers down the sides of his face. You already got yours, you are being nice enough to let him get his.

“You're going to cum already baby? Is my cunt so good that one bounce in and you are going to come undone?” You chuckle. Lifting your hips slightly before slamming back down causing his whole body to jerk, his back arches off the bed. Shooting his load deep into you. His heavy panting filled the warm room. His eyes are squeezed tight, too lost in the feeling of his orgasm. Did you just turn Choi San into a minute man…?

You chuckle before you pick yourself up and start bouncing swiftly on his cock, his toes curl in an instant. Your warm wet walls wrapped his clock with so much ease. Hugging him tight each time you shifted up. Overstimulation causing him to whimper out your name in a whiny voice. His hands drop to your ass, holding onto it for dear life. As you bounce up and down slamming your cunt onto him, you place your hands onto his chest, getting better leverage to fuck your self on him. Bringing your face down to his lips lightly brushing over his plump moist ones.

“Am I fucking you good San-Ah?” You say with a crooked smile on your face. He looks fucked out already, his eyes twinkling under the room light.

You are bouncing with determination, cracking his eyes open to get a better look at you, he sees the crazed look in your eyes. You truly are the devil.

“Oh my fucking god.” He moans out, drool starting to pour from the side of his mouth. You wrap a hand around his neck. Giving it a slight squeeze, causing him to place his feet on the bed, trying his best to thrust up into you, he couldn’t get enough of your cunt. If he could be buried into it all the time, he would. His sloppy thrust trying to meet your heavy bouncing. Each time you go down you can feel your wetness leaking down his cock, dropping down to his balls. His own inner thighs become moist with your juices.

“Whose fucking you this good baby?” You groan out against his neck, placing sloppy kisses along his collar bone. While one hand remained firm on his thick neck. It was the ultimate power move. He was beneath you, quite figuratively and literally. Making sure not to leave any marks. He wasn’t yours to claim.

“You are!” He whimpers out, hand coming down to crack against your ass. While he holds the other ass cheek, lifting you up and down so you could ride him harder and faster.

“That’s right baby…I am fucking you this good.”

You pant out into his ear, tongue darting out to lick the skin close to his ear. Your cool tongue on him pushes him over the edge. Both his hands now jack hammering you up and down his cock. You let him freely bounce you around like you are a rag doll. Not even caring if you come this second time around. You let him freely use you.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He loudly groans out. Eyes squeezed shut, toes curling harder, his head tossed back. It’s such a shame Wooyoung asked you out first. If you had known San looked like an absolute god while cumming you would’ve turned down Wooyoungs offer to go public. His hips jerk one last time while he slams you down onto him, your cunt clenches as soon as you feel his same load shoot deep into you. Core muscles flexing because of how hard he came, finally relaxes. His body falls to a limp in an instant. You stand up slowly easing off his cock, you both let out a small hiss. As you stand onto your feet, his cum instantly starts to ooze out of you. Waddling over to the bathroom, you try to clean yourself up the best way possible. Not offering him any pillow talk or aftercare. You got what you came for.

Walking back into the bedroom you see San with his eyes still blissfully shut, cock now softening. Picking your clothes up off the floor you pulled your panties back on, your pants following behind. San sat up in bed, seeing you shuffle around to toss on your clothes.

“Where are you going?” He pants out, still in complete awestruck of the mind blowing orgasm you gave him.

You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head slightly while throwing your shoes back on.

“I’m going back to the party, Sannie. Can’t lay in bed with you all night now.” You get up correcting your smudged lip gloss and sweated out mascara. He bores his eyes into the back of your head. Feeling his heart snap into two. He didn’t know what was eating him more. Guilt, or sadness. You coo at San, making your way over to the side of the bed he was currently on. Placing both hands on his face, mushing his lips together.

“Sannie my love, did you think we were going to lay here and cuddle? What would Wooyoung think? Isn’t that what you told me before? Your best friend Wooyoung.” Your sticky lip glossed lips peck him quickly. Drawing away to fast for his liking.

“But I’m in love with you..” He squeaks out through squished cheeks. A heavy blush coating his chest and cheeks. Not even caring that you brought up Woo. You plagued his mind. You laugh loudly, the mockery vibrating off of the walls. You kiss his nose before standing up making your way to exit the bedroom.

“I’m in love with you too Sannie, in love with you just like I’m in love with Wooyoung.” You say through a chuckle.

“But sometimes love just doesn’t cut it anymore Sannie.” You say unlocking the door and twisting the knob.

“If it makes you feel better, your cock was amazing. That was ‘in love’ worthy sex right there.” As you stepped out of the room the sound of your shoes echoed through the empty hall. Not caring if anyone saw you leaving Sans room. You follow the loud music back to the living room where your boyfriend awaited you. You could feel the music carrying you.

“You doing anything to keep her by your side

Because she says she love you, love you long

Time, she’s a maneater, make you work hard,

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her

Love, she’s a maneater.

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

A/N: When I tell y’all the amount of times I had Maneater by Nelly Furtado on repeat should be illegal💀. This song was and still is my shiiiiittttt! I love reading about maneater women bc like periodddd! Had him pussywhipped so early on. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this one💕👏🏼!

[yeeehwa]

Shock and Awe {1}

Mafia!ot8ateez x fem!reader

wc: 2,523

warnings: blood, violence, mc is a badass who does injure ateez, swearing, guns, splinters, gunshots, if i forgot anything please let me know

a/n: This is a post from the result from the poll i posted last week, and i honestly had a lot of fun writing this. this is severely unedited and will be edited either once it's done or the poll decides that i do it. I prefer everyone to go in blind, so there will only be a warning and no summary before every chapter.

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Forks of lightning split the sky, illuminating a shadowy figure for a moment. San  jumped, seeing the silhouette out of the corner of his eye as he silently stalked the hallway. A clash of thunder and another flash of the brilliant light illuminated the same space. He stood there for a moment, gun in hand and pointed at the shadows. His pulse quickened as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. After a moment, he shook his head, convincing himself that it was just the dim lighting of the sconces on the wall and the storm playing tricks on him. It doesn’t help that tonight was a big night for all of them.

“Clear,”his voice echoed down the hallway after his moment of hesitation.

You smirked from the shadows, relieved that he didn’t register he had actually seen you. Perched on one of the wooden beams on the ceiling, you observed as more men slunk into your home through the windowed double doors, silently pushing them open. The water pooled on the floor as they shook off their clothes, jackets being shed and left out on the balcony that the doors led out to. 

“Let’s get in and out, okay? I hate being here.” Goosebumps erupted over Wooyoung's arms as a gust of wind burst through the room as the doors were silently shut. “That’s not ominous or anything,” silently joking to the others. 

The tall man next to him smacked the back of his head, causing Wooyoung to wince a bit and rubbed his head. “Unnecessary.”

“Your commentary is unnecessary. We should’ve left you back with Hongjoong and Yeosang.” Mingi retorted dryly.

Yunhos voice came over their communication link. “I had the urge to shoot you just now.” His eyes looked through the scope of his sniper as he perched from a building across the street. “I almost did.”

Something had tickled the back of your mind at the mention of the names. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch, familiar yet not. You shook your head free of the distraction. It’s something you couldn’t dwell on with intruders in your home.

The group of men, five of them you counted, fanned out, slowly making their way to the intricately carved wooden doors at the end of the hallway. You noted that they knew exactly where they needed to go, and watched as they entered the room, stupidly leaving the doors wide open behind them.

A slight static noise sounded in your ear. “Eyes on the targets?”

Thunder rumbled, making the house shake and giving you the opportunity to respond. “Five of them. Came in through the East wing balcony. Heading towards the Boss’ office.”

“We have eyes Y/N. We know they do too. Stay in the shadows. They’re watching” a pause. When he spoke again, you could hear the smile that he had on his face. “For now.” The static noise was gone after that, contact between the two of you cut for the time being.

Soundlessly, you rose from your concealed position and moved deftly across the wooden beams, mirroring the movements of the men below. Your steps were calculated and precise as you trailed them, keeping pace until they disappeared into the doorway to the other room. As they left your sight, you reached up, extracting the vent cover that opened into the network of air ducts.

“What the fuck are you doing?” HaJoons voice crackled once more, tinged with static.

“What does it look like?” Came your retort, an edge of annoyance mixed in with your response.

A sigh from him triggered a smug look from you. “It looks like you’re about to cause a lot more trouble than you need to.”

You hoisted yourself into the ducts, waiting for another roll of thunder to place the vent back in its proper place. “I’m just following orders.” you began your short military crawl through the ducts. You had the layout of them memorized for years, always using them to your advantage, which is how your family found out you had a natural talent for spying. 

Another sigh. “Your orders were to watch and report.”

“I am watching, and I am reporting. I’m not making contact unless told.” You reached your destination, grunting quietly as you maneuvered yourself into a crouching position and expertly removed the vent. “I wait for your signal.” You pressed a button on the side of your comm link and cut contact, until he decided to reestablish it.

“You’re a pain in my ass Y/N, I hope you know that.” His exasperated voice came back.

You rolled your eyes, opting to stay silent and observe, watching as the tense atmosphere of the room under you rose up to your perch. “Boss said if they find the door, you go in and I cut their camera access. Got it?”

Slightly huffing, you nodded slightly, knowing he’d see it, and you heard the background static of HaJoon disappearing, signaling he was gone.

Your head tilted, eyes narrowed and calculated as you watched them examine the room. Large, expansive bookcases lined the walls. Books you knew were all for a show of wealth and knowledge. You had been the only one to really touch and enjoy the books in years. The only sound came from the thunder of the storm that raged outside and the slight shuffling of feet on the floor and them moving things around.

You subconsciously tensed up as you saw one of them get closer to the bookcase that held all your family's secrets. Behind it sat a safe, where endless information about the goings ons in the family, all your safehouses, informants information, etc. were all locked in that safe. You knew countless other organizations were looking for it, trying to take you down and topple your control of the city. These men were no different. Only this time, they succeeded in opening the bookcase. A clicking noise after moving a certain book had you moving into position, and flashing a smile at the cameras, knowing whoever was watching you would see, and pulled your neck gaiter up over your nose. You stood, half of your foot hanging over the edge of the beam, and you let yourself fall.

Yeosangs eyes narrowed at one of the monitors that held his access to the security cameras. “Capt-”

“I know.” Hongjoong walked up behind the younger man, hands resting against his control panel. He examined the monitors that had gone black. “Can you play it back?”

A nod followed, and a series of rapid keyboard clicks resulted in the restoration of the image. The screen displayed their team members. Seonghwa, his demeanor almost nonchalant, kept a watchful eye on the group, his attention caught when Jongho uncovered a false-shelf, showcasing a safe behind it. A series of exchanged glances ensued, but in a small, shadowy area near the ceiling, he saw movement. It was slight, but his heartbeat sped up as his gut told him something was wrong.

He gestured to Yeosang, who promptly put a small earpiece in his outstretched hand. He swiftly inserted it in his ear, ready to give a warning. “Someone is in there with you.”

Yunhos voice came over their link. “Are you sure? I haven’t seen anyone Joong. Even from here.”

“I’m sure. Yeosang and I saw something move on the cameras. You’re being watched.” His eyes stayed on the monitor that he saw the movement in, and he saw it move again, a pair of eyes staring right into the camera, crinkled, almost as if giving it a smile. “Fuck” and then, as if scripted, the screens went dark.

“Get out of there.” Hongjoongs command echoed through all 6 of the links. “Eyes went dark.”

“What about the-” the youngest tried to ask.

“I don’t care about that shit right now! Get out! Retreat! Whatever word I need to say to get it through your thick skull!" Hongjoong's order cut through the tense air, driven by a mixture of worry and exasperation.

All eyes locked on Seonghwa, who nodded once, determination on his face. “Okay. We go. Be ready for anything.” He locked eyes with each of them, and reached for his pistol. The others followed suit, eyes shifting around the room, senses on high alert.

Clashes of lightning briefly illuminated the room. Yunho was having trouble keeping his scope on the others, carefully keeping watch, when the lightning illuminated your figure quickly dropping from the ceiling. His finger was quick on the trigger, and a muffled crack echoed in the air.

Seonghwa jumped, feeling the wind of the bullet whizzing past him. “What the hell Yunho!?”

“Hongjoong was right. Someone is in there with you.” He stopped as he watched you land on Mingis shoulders, wrapping your legs around the tall man and using your weight to propel you both forward. You flipped the large man over, dazing him momentarily, gun clattering somewhere into the shadows.

You used the same momentum to roll yourself into a standing position, which ended up with you face to face with a man with very cat-like features, holding a gun aimed at your stomach.

Your eyes scanned him up and down as everyone froze, the atmosphere tense, and they tried to figure out what to do. Your eyes locked with the man in front of you. The next words that came out of your lips were muffled, but they heard them all loud and clear. “Hey Sannie.” Looking into his eyes for that second, had made that connection click in your mind.

His eyes widened, showcasing confusion at your greeting. You decided to act fast, bringing your knee up in between his legs and wrestled the gun from his grasp in one fluid motion. You turned your back to him as he fell, groaning in pain and holding himself.

The only parts of your face that was left uncovered lit up when a series of thunder and lightning lit up the otherwise dark room. A wicked smile painted your face as you saw the eyes of the others widen.

“Way to make an entrance,” Wooyoungs snide remark made him your next target. You feigned left, and swiftly diverted right, foot making contact with his arm as he swiftly blocked it. His hands wrapped around your ankle, smirking at you as you felt arms wrap around you from behind. They had you locked in an iron grasp, but you smiled, realizing that the person behind you slightly lifted you off the ground, making the foot you had stood on, free to kick.

You kicked Wooyoung in the stomach, eliciting a loud "oomph" as he released your leg and bent over in pain. The arms around you remained locked, but you swiftly dropped to the ground, shifting your weight. This movement loosened the iron grip around you. Thrusting your upper body forward, you flung the other man over your shoulder, and he crashed into one of the expansive bookcases lining the wall. You couldn't help but grimace, silently apologizing to your future self for ruining one of your favorite sections of books.

The hair on your arms stood on end, and a gut feeling urged you to move. You obeyed, and not a second later, a whizzing sound indicated that a bullet had just been fired where you had stood moments ago. You tsked at your assailants and quickly assessed the last remaining man, recognizing him as Jongho. A small knot formed in your stomach as you heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked, its barrel now aimed at you.

"You're going to step aside and let us through," Jongho said with a cold, unyielding expression that tugged at your heart momentarily.

Ignoring the feeling, you rolled your eyes and decided to taunt him. "What's wrong, Baby Bear? Can't face me like a man?"

Internally, Jongho winced at the nickname, a moniker he hadn't heard in years. After they had parted ways, he had made it clear to the others that anyone who called him that would regret it. They had wisely complied. His current objective was to keep you focused solely on him. Your back was turned to the other men you had subdued, but they were slowly getting back on their feet. San was making his way toward the safe behind you.

You smirked at Jongho and lunged at him. Shots were fired, and a stinging sensation coursed through your right bicep, but you pushed through the pain. You had a job to do. Attempting a right hook, you caught him off guard, allowing you to wrap your legs around his neck as you propelled yourself upward. You brought both your hands down onto the top of his head, trying to stun him. He staggered slightly and then slammed your back into the wall, causing books and splintered wood to rain down on you. Gasping for breath, you were momentarily winded by his maneuver, which gave him the opportunity to strike again, this time successfully stunning you.

Behind you, you heard movement and the unmistakable sound of a lock being clicked. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Wooyoung and San rushing out of the safe, carrying bags slung over their shoulders. They also supported Seonghwa and Mingi, helping them make a swift exit while Jongho remained to deal with you.

Jongho reached up, landing punches on your side and back, causing excruciating pain to shoot down your spine. A slight buzz of electricity had you bracing yourself. The shock never came, but the sensation of being slammed onto a massive desk made the edges of your vision go hazy, and you were certain you blacked out for a moment.

You lay on the shattered desk, feeling tiny pinpricks of pain running down your spine, convinced you'd have dozens of splinters in your back. At some point, your mask and hood had fallen, revealing your face to the men.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, meeting a pair of large brown eyes. Jongho held his side, supported by San, waiting for the others to rush out the door and onto the balcony from which they had entered. Recognition briefly flickered across his face before he turned his back on you, leaving you behind as he limped out the door, favoring one leg.

As the members returned to their waiting van, the atmosphere remained tense. Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they grappled with the aftermath of the fight. San broke the silence, asking, "How did they know my name?" The question hung in the air, intensifying the uncertainty.

Seonghwa spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of realization as he stared down at his hands. "It was Y/N."

The van's engine roared to life, the sound of tires squealing on the wet concrete serving as background noise. Each of them was lost in thought, pondering the mention of your name. The rain picked up again, and Seonghwa watched the raindrops slide down the window, wondering how Hongjoong would react to the news that they had finally found you.

[thelargefrye]

UGLY DRAGON … scenario

pairing : dragon!hongjoong x witch!reader (background poly ateez)

genre : smut, fantasy / medieval, angst

warnings : language, pressures in having an heir, concepts of mates (idk if that's a warning), hongjoong unknowingly makes y/n feel insecure

smut warnings : MEAN!joong, monster cock!ateez, voyeurism, hongjoong imagines what you and yeosang are doing, masturbastion (male), dom / sub dynamics, mating, oral (male), mating press, crying, breeding kink, slight cum play, no emotions only sex

word count : 2.2k

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sometimes hongjoong could become a very ugly dragon especially when it came to his mates.

THE MEETING WITH SOME OF THE CLAN ELDERS had lasted longer than what hongjoong would have liked. he hates talking to the elders, they are always sticking their noses into his business and always trying to decide things for the clan as if he wasn't the one sitting on the throne.

lately, of course, they have been pressuring him to fully mate with you so you can bare new heirs. his replacements if something was to happen to him – as if something actually would happen, but those elders are always so paranoid.

hongjoong knows the others would happily have you bare their children. he's already had to listen to san's fantasies about how he would breed you. and yes that involves going in to deep, deep detail about everything. sometimes hongjoong wonders where san got such nasty fantasies from, but the thought only makes his head hurt and his dick hard.

the blue haired prince honestly just needed to go–

"f-fuck, you keep clenching too hard around me and i might accidentally come too early," hongjoong recognizes that voice as yeosang's and he immediately recognizes the little laugh that follows his voice as yours.

the main source of his slowly growing headache.

however despite this, hongjoong finds himself slowing down his foot steps until he's right in front of yeosang's chamber doors. the sound of both your moans and deep breathing very clearly evident to what you both are doing.

he can hear yeosang's hips slapping– pounding into you and can only imagine how fucked out you looked. he wonders what position yeosang has you in and he can only guess you've been going at it for a at least several hours since it is already a little past noon.

"yeo-yeosang, please, please!" you cry out, your voice is hoarse sounding which either confirms hongjoong's theory or yeosang had simply throat fucked you before this. and honestly, who's to say that it wasn't both.

the prince can only imagine yeosang having you choke his cock as he fucks your mouth and you willingly take whatever the dragon gave you. you probably had tears running down your face from just the size alone. hongjoong is well aware of how much you can take when it comes to taking them in any of your holes.

he's easily walked in on you going down on seonghwa while the blonde haired dragon was suppose to be working on some documents. he had honestly never seen seonghwa's eyes roll as far back as they did in that moment.

fuck, what was he thinking? hongjoong shakes his head of all those thoughts and quickly walks away from yeosang's chamber. however, the sounds of skin slapping together and your moans still ring in his ears even hours later when he's in his royal office. his hand fisting his cock to the images of you painting his mind even if he still does hate you.

IT'S A FEW DAYS LATER when hongjoong sees you, roaming around halls, your stupid grimoire floating behind you. he tries not to think about you, but the images of you with his other mates keep clouding his mind.

he's noticed that you've learned to not greet him. you only simply bow to him, eyes remaining locked to the floor. like you're afraid of looking at the blue haired dragon in fear of him lashing out at you.

you should be afraid, he thinks as he walked past you as if you don't exist. he knows that if any of the others had seen how he ignores you they would scold him and tell him to stop being so rude towards you.

hongjoong can only roll his eyes at the thoughts.

but then he slows his steps to a halt. the words of those stupid clan elders pecking at the back of his mind like an annoying bird – or book – as he thinks about if he should just attempt to breed you like they want him to.

"witch," his voice works quicker than his mind and you look up a little bit, your innocent eyes meetings his sharp ones. "come visit me in the evening. we have things to do."

hongjoong leaves before you can even say anything, knowing it would just be a pointless little y-yes! that would come out of your mouth. he can hear your stupid book ramble on about him needing manners and all hongjoong can think about it how he wants to one day use him as kindle.

WHEN EVENING ROLLS AROUND hongjoong is already waiting for you naked. he figures the quicker you two start, the faster he can get it all over with and pass you onto one of his other more willing mates. his only purpose with you is to try and secure an heir for those decrepit bastards. he doesn't love you, and honestly he doesn't want to despite what fate tells him.

he could never love a witch.

the knock on his chamber door brings him out of his thoughts and he calls for you to come in. his back is to you, but he knows that you are bowing to him as the door closes behind you.

"your highness, prince hongjoong, you wanted to see me?" your voice is calm sounding and it almost soothes him.

hongjoong turns around and he watches your eyes go wide for a moment as you finally take in his naked form. of course from the back you have no idea, his silk robe doing well to cover some of him, but is completely useless in covering his front.

your eyes drift down to his soft cock before you quickly bring them back up to meet his eyes. hongjoong feels his ego slightly go up as he can tell by your expression that he's made you flustered.

"i had a meeting with the clan elders the other day," hongjoong begins, "they told me i need to start preparing for an heir," he adds on as he begins to walk towards you, his robe slowly slipping off and pooling in the floor.

"is... that why you wanted to see me? so i can give you an heir?" you ask, your voice still calm but now a little bit more hesitant than usual.

hongjoong can't help but smirk at how quickly you caught on.

"so you understand what i want from you, correct?" he ask, his naked body pressed flushed against your clothed one. you nod your head and hongjoong's smirk only grows wider. "then strip yourself and get on your knees."

hongjoong is beginning to understand why seonghwa had acted the way he did when you had sucked him off. the way your throat clenched around his thick girth made him moan, his hands gripping your hair harshly as he basically just fucks your mouth.

he can see the tears welling up in your eyes and hongjoong wonders how much harder, how much deeper he has to go in order for those tears to actually fall. he wants to see you crying because of his cock. he wants to know that he used you and bred you so much that it made you cry.

he wants to know that by the end of this you are carrying his child and possibly ruined for the rest of his mates.

yes, hongjoong realizes how selfish that is, but he doesn't care. he only cares about himself and his need to fill you up until your stomach swells with his seed. you should probably be grateful that he's even letting you carry the clan's heir.

"f-fuck!" hongjoong hisses out as he continues to fuck your throat, he can feel himself close to climax and that's when he pulls out of your mouth. your lips are swollen and there's spit and drool and precum all over the lower half of your face. your eyes are glossy as you look up at him and he wonders if you're only seconds away from worshipping him.

from worshipping his cock.

"get on the bed," he orders and you follow them without a word. he watches you slightly stumble from your sore knees, but you don't say anything. he watches you like a predator watches their prey, you easily follow his words and even hold your legs open, inviting him to look at how wet and ready you are for him.

when hongjoong thrusts into you, you can't help but let out a moan at how well he fills you up. he tries his best to suppress his own moans but fails as he tilts his head back. he immediately begins thrusting into you, he willingly lets your legs get thrown over his shoulders. the new angle allowing hongjoong to hit deeper inside you.

the wet sounds from your pussy and your moan are enough to make his head spin. he catches himself a few times, almost forgetting the fact that you're a witch. his inner dragon wanting to take over, but hongjoong wills himself to not get distracted by your bond. he doesn't want you to think that he actually loves you or anything.

you do your best to not touch the blue haired prince. you're so use to your the others being physical with you, and you have to will yourself not to drag your nails down his back. you have to remind yourself that hongjoong doesn't want a relationship with you. he's only fucking you right now because he has to you. he only wants an heir.

but if he only want an heir, why did he have you suck him off?

you're pulled out of your thoughts by the dragon himself as he moves to press himself closer to you. he moves your legs to basically fold you in half. the slightly new position doing wonders for the prince. hongjoong can feel you clenching hard around him and he now understands what yeosang meant by almost cumming too soon.

"h-hongjoong!" you call out his name as he continues to ruthlessly thrust into you. his cock going so far that you're both convinced it's hitting your womb. you feel your orgasm starting to build up, the coil in your stomach making your lower half twitch as you attempt to thrust up to meet his thrust. it's clearly a poor attempt that makes hongjoong laugh.

"fuck, i see why the others are so obsessed with wanting to fuck and breed you. it's like your pussy was made for me, e-easily welcoming my cock. fuck! fuck! you gonna carry my heirs for me, little witch? gonna be a nice mate and let me breed you?"

"y-yes, your highness! i'll be a good mate. thank you for giving me your heirs. thank you for breeding me! thank you, thank you!" you're basically babbling and hongjoong groans at your words.

hongjoong can feel his own orgasm coming. his hips are starting to lose the harsh rhythm he's set for himself. he pulls away just slightly in order to look at how your bodies are connected. he notes how your pussy glistens with how wet it is, his and yours juices mixing and he almost finds himself wanting to fall for the sight.

but hongjoong shakes those thoughts away as he thrusts a few more times before stilling deep inside you. his cum shooting deep into your womb and the prince finds himself letting out a deep primal moan at how he fills you. you let out a series of whines and gasp before you're coming as well. the feeling of him filling you up and cock basically pulsating inside you as he empties his balls out in his attempt to breed up.

"take my seed, mate. take all of it and don't let it spill out," he says as he slowly pulls out of you. he's quick to make sure that any of his cum that spilled out goes back inside of you.

he brings his cum covered fingers up to your lips and you happily welcome them. he watches you lick and suck on his fingers before he's removing them with a soft pop. hongjoong can feel something deep inside him, but refuses to acknowledge it.

a frown paints his lips and you can't help but wonder if you did a bad job. did you somehow not live up to expectations once more? should you just accept that you will never been good enough to him, no matter how hard you try?

hongjoong doesn't let you sit on those thoughts as he moves off the bed. he effortlessly picks his robe up and walks out of his room, leaving you alone. however, it doesn't last long as he returns minutes later with yeosang in tow behind him.

you feel your heart swell at seeing the black haired dragon. his eyes are soft as he takes in your nude form and easily pulls you into his arms.

"my beautiful flower," he says as he gently nuzzles his nose against yours. you easily feel your body welcome yeosang's warm body and scent as he carries you out of the other prince's chambers and to his own.

as the chamber doors close, leaving hongjoong alone and inside, you can't help but feel like he's has once again shut you out and away from him.

[haosweater]

the mage and the healer

content: apothecary owner! yeosang x mage! gn! reader, fluff, fantasy au. warnings: mild description of injuries. no use of y/n.

summary: yeosang rolled his eyes every time you came into his store battered, bruised, and bleeding. god forbid the healer find out you purposely got injured just to see him.

word count: 0.7k

note: random concept made into a fantasy troupe :> enjoy!

the chime of the bell caught yeosang’s attention, but the smell of blood made him sigh. his shawl rustled as he turned around, placing vials onto the wooden counter top gently.

golden rays seeped through his store front, the smell of lavender floating in the air as its candles flickered. the soft jazz music playing in the background calmed your soul as you trudged through the front door.

“back so soon, mage?” yeosang taunts, flicking his wrist as his giant book of spells slammed shut behind him.

you force a grin, wincing in pain. “for i missed you so, yeosang,” your staff clatters to the ground as you slump against the wall. “sorry.”

the dark haired mage sighs. “you’re always leaving trails of mud and blood in my shop,” he mumbles, conjuring a soft arm chair over for you. “how do you get yourself into such a mess so often?”

he doesn’t let you answer, pushing you down into the soft cushion. you look up at him in awe, taking in the delicate scent of honey and cinnamon that clung to his cloak. he smelt divine.

his shawl’s navy blue mesh material was littered with golden moons and stars. his lips were pressed into a thin line, cheeks slightly flushed as he chanted spells under his breath.

“what were you doing this time, hm?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “fighting off orcs at the border? settling a spat between the nymphs and pixies? crossed a nasty witch?”

you inhale a sharp breath, entranced by his beauty. gods, he looked absolutely ethereal in this light. you’re rendered speechless for a moment.

before you can answer, yeosang mutters a spell that has you winching. “fuck,” you hiss as he quickly whispers an apology. “sparring with the crown prince,” you groan, bicep tensing as he rubbed an ointment onto the wound.

“and you lost?”

it takes yeosang singular glance to know you won. the victorious grin on your face, the glint of cockiness in your eyes– he couldn’t help but smile as well.

“if you think i look bad,” you hum, looking towards his myriad of books. “you should’ve seen the prince. the royal mage was shooting daggers at me,” you giggle as yeosang rolls his eyes with a smile.

“yes, yes. hongjoong always having to take care of mingi. no surprise there,” yeosang remarks as you click your tongue, wagging a finger in his face. he shoots you a confused look as you clear your throat, sitting up straight.

“put some respect on princess mingi’s name,” you say firmly. he lets out a snort that has you laughing again. “what on earth was that, yeosang?”

his cheeks flush red. “absolutely nothing,” he grunts, wrapping your bandages quickly.

you continue to laugh, poking fun at the mage who grew increasingly embarrassed. “weren’t you in excruciating pain earlier?”

you grin. “what if i told you that the only reason i keep getting hurt is so that i’d have a reason to come see you?”

the mage blinks comically, staring into your eyes in disbelief. he is speechless, unsure of what to think of what you said.

he scoffs, turning his back to you. “only a fool would believe that.”

you’re undeterred, leaning against the arm of the chair, swinging your legs over the other arm. humming a tune, you grin at the mage. “take it as you will, healer.”

“stop getting hurt so often and take better care of yourself,” he says, still not looking at you.

you feign a pout. “but then i won’t have a reason to keep coming to see you.”

he rolls his eyes, flicking his wrist to dismiss you. “just listen to my advice, mage.”

you chuckle softly, sinking into the velvet cushion. “whatever you say, my love.”

he ignores you, flipping through a spell book. you close your eyes, allowing yourself the drift off to sleep.

even in your dreams, you could hear the soft chime of his shells clinking against each other, music drifting through the air gently. the sweet scent of nectar and dew filled the air as his cauldron bubbled, accompanied by the unintelligible whispers of a mage at work.

as the sun set for the day, yeosang’s heart continued to ponder your words, and your heart remained in the palm of his hands.

[emeraldelysian]

Ateez ✧ Their S/O's Bias is Another Member

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Requested By: @acciocriativity Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff Synopsis: How the Ateez members would react to your bias being a different member Wordcount: 2.1K+ Warnings: None that I know of! It's all very cute, non-toxic jealousy. Let me know if I'm missing something! Note: Before you ask, yes, I intend to make you cry with Ateez pouting pictures. Seonghwa isn't even my main bias and his pouting picture has had me crying in singlehood for two weeks. I really hope it's to your liking!♡︎

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.·:*¨༺ Kim Hongjoong ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Jung Wooyoung Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 1000%

When you first mentioned how much you liked Wooyoung's dancing, Hongjoong hadn't thought anything of it. Of course, the younger member's dancing is impressive. And considering the fact that you'd compliment all of the members on their performance skills, he was somewhat proud.

He realized something was awry when you mentioned his performance more though, getting more hyped when Wooyoung's part would come up, or when he'd be center. Mind you, he would never see you do this in front of Wooyoung. It was all private excitement, and even rambling about how you totally think he's a traitor with all the evidence in the mv.

He tries to cover up the jealousy stewing inside of him by keeping a cool and aloof expression. Or at least, he thought he was able to cover it well. His pouts were so very clear to you though, and you found it so cute. You knew he'd never admit it, and that he knew you didn't actually like Wooyoung better than him, but your endless excitement over your bias was inevitably going to get a reaction from him.

It was only when you mentioned missing Wooyoung's black and white oreo hair that Hongjoong slammed his phone down and loudly claimed, "But you liked mine better though, right?" You couldn't help but giggle at his pouting expression as he looked at you.

"Of course, I do, Joongie. Your hairstyles always suit you so well and I'll always love you more. Except-"

"Don't you dare mention the bowl cut era, that wasn't my fault!"

.·:*¨༺ Park Seonghwa ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Kang Yeosang Initial Jealousy Rating➵ 150%

While he may not get as jealous as Hongjoong, Seonghwa has his moments. And as he sees you typing away at your laptop, busy at your work, he couldn't help but notice the countless Hehetmon stickers that covered nearly every inch.

He knew that your bias was Yeosang already because you had told him early on in your relationship. You were pretty open about the fact that while you weren't obsessive about Ateez before you had met him, you had been aware of them and were captivated by Yeosang's dancing style. To be fair, he couldn't really argue because he's been in the same position before.

You caught his deep stare towards the back of your laptop and realized what he was so captivated by. He quirks his eyebrow as if to ask if to silently ask what the stickers were all about. You, playing innocent at his hidden question, cocked your head slightly in false confusion.

He moves from his spot on the bed to get closer to you, putting his head on your lap. You instinctively brush your hand through his hair as he looks up at you.

"I'm going to buy you a bunch of stickers of my Heheingmon and Hihitmon to replace all of the stickers you have."

"Hwa, you know I love you, but those are the most terrifying iterations of Hehetmon I have ever seen."

.·:*¨༺ Jeong Yunho ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Choi San Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 95%

When you heard Yunho call you over to his room, you came rushing in thinking it was some kind of an emergency. Instead of finding your boyfriend injured and bleeding, however, you saw him waving his headset at you as tried to explain that he had to take a phonecall but couldn't abandon San on this mission.

After bestowing you with the controller and a quick kiss on the forehead, Yunho quickly picked up the call and left the room, leaving you with a game that you hadn't played before and your bias talking you through the game. You were very obviously starstruck, not having met San before while also trying to defeat the final boss.

You couldn't stop your stuttering as he talked you through everything and learn about you, but you ended up laughing along as his character couldn't properly jump over a wall. You finally mention that San was your bias in the group right as Yunho had snuck back into the room. San hears Yunho yell in the background as soon as he hears what you said.

"Ah, Sannie, why are you stealing the love of my life. They're mine!" he pouts cutely, before wrapping his arms around your shoulder and burying his face into your neck.

"He's not stealing me, Yunnie! I'm still yours, don't worry~"

.·:*¨༺ Kang Yeosang ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Park Seonghwa Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 65%

He does not get as jealous as the older members do, but that doesn't mean he's not secretly trying to steal your heart through his performances now that he knows your bias is Seonghwa. Every practice, every concert, every time he essentially performs with you in the room, it is with the intention that he will make you smile more than Seonghwa.

To you, it was quite entertaining though because he's never asked why your bias is Seonghwa. He just automatically assumed it was because of his performance when in reality, it was simply because you were intrigued by his motherly nature and how he takes care of the other members. But you chose not to tell him that to get back at all the teasing he had done when he found out Seonghwa was your bias (an obvious coverup for the jealousy).

Nobody had ever made your heart soar quite like Yeosang did on stage. And now to see him catch your eye with every hip roll, every smirk, every line? Thank goodness the public wasn't aware of your relationship, because they'd catch your jaw-dropping reaction every single time.

When you did tell him the reasons for having Seonghwa as your bias, he hummed in response before smiling softly at you- a contrast from his stage performance.

"So, you do like my performances better than Seonghwa hyung's?"

"Of course I do, Sangie," you give him a kiss on his temple, "although I'm sure Atiny would agree with me that your sexiness on stage was a sight to behold."

.·:*¨༺ Choi San ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Jeong Yunho Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 80%

Clinginess was a part of San's nature with you. Whether you were an outwardly affectionate person or not, he absolutely loved to portray his love for you through physical affection, even if it was something as simple as holding your hand.

So when you went two hours without him holding you, you knew something was wrong. And you were very intent on trying to figure out what exactly had him so withdrawn. That led to where you are now: poking his puffed-out cheeks as he desperately tried to ignore how cute you were being.

Unfortunately for San, he could not stay mad at you for long. So as you began to waver with your persistence in trying to get him to talk, he finally turns to you and asks why his roommate is your home screen wallpaper. You barely went on your phone and have had your current home screen for so long, you hadn't thought to actually look and absorb that it was still the image of your bias. You muttered that you genuinely forgot about it and that Yunho was your bias in Ateez.

San could tell you were apologetic for having the wallpaper, and shook his head. He reassured you that while he was jealous that he was not your bias in the group, Yunho was a great person to pick for all his talent and chaos.

"Can your home screen wallpaper be me?"

"Of course, it can, Sannie. Come here and take a picture with me, I want to see your pretty smile."

.·:*¨༺ Song Mingi ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Choi Jongho Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 100%

When he received a text message from you depicting clear excitement over the maknae of his group, he was very confused at first. Why were to texting him about Jongho? As he read your message, he realized that all the capitals and exclamation points were very similar to the Atiny's that biased Jongho (yes, he's seen the Twitter posts).

You realized very quickly that you had accidentally sent that message to your boyfriend and not your best friend, prompting you to explain yourself. You quickly let him know that you didn't mean to send him the message and that he could just ignore it. He responded too nonchalantly for your liking though, saying it was okay and that you needn't worry.

Before you could text him a response though, Mingi had already burst through your door. His internal screaming had brought him to your room. How was your bias not him? Was his rapping talent not enough for you? Did you wish he was a singer?

He dramatically sighed as he looked at you in the bed. You could tell that he actual feelings about your bias did not at all align with the apparent uncaring feelings that he portrayed through his message. Before you could apologize and request cuddles to make up for it though, he took a deep breath.

"Listen, I know he's your bias for his singing but let me just seduce you with my singing abilities"."

"Min-min, baby, I-"

"Into the unknoooown! Into the unknooooooown~"

.·:*¨༺ Jung Wooyoung ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Kim Hongjoong Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 95%

You were talking to a friend over a video call when Wooyoung decided to come into the room. You invited him to come to say hello to them, and as he waves hello, your friend looks and gasps before saying that he's not the same as your bias.

He actually thought that he misheard your friend when they say that he's not your bias. He gives you the biggest look of betrayal though when he realizes that he had, in fact, heard correctly. He placed a hand on his chest, over his heart, before claiming how heartbroken he is over the news.

You look at your friend with an equal level of betrayal and absolute "i'm going to kill you later" energy before looking at your boyfriend. He playfully pulled a face of distress as he moves away from your touches. He looked back at your friend and asked who your bias actually was if it wasn't him.

You tried to signal to them not to tell him, but they obviously had other plans. Being the absolute lovable menace they are, they feign trying to remember the name before saying that they think it was someone named Hongjoong? His jaw dropped once more before he turned to you in utter, exaggerated shock. You try to hold in a laugh at his reaction, as your friend ended the call, leaving you to deal with the mess they made.

"You know, I don't see what the big deal is, Woo. You've even said it yourself that you're attracted to him despite him treating you badly."

"But- but that's different! He can't steal my heart and my partner!"

.·:*¨༺ Choi Jongho ༻¨*:·.

Bias ➵ Song Mingi Initial Jealousy Rating ➵ 50%

Yeosang and Wooyoung watched as Jongho paced their shared bedroom, rambling his thoughts. The youngest member was not much of a talker usually, but finding out that he wasn't your bias had put him in such a state of shock that he couldn't stop talking.

It was now 2 in the morning as he was trying to piece together the possibilities of how he didn't end up being your bias like a detective. He wasn't necessarily jealous, and definitely not as much as any other member would be in his circumstance, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to at least claim your top bias spot.

To be honest, though, his two roommates were like the angel and devil on his shoulder as he spoke, with Yeosang trying to console him while Wooyoung was laughing at the fact that despite knowing you loved Jongho with your whole heart and soul, Mingi's rap still got you.

In the end, he realizes it's better if he just tells you how he feels so all four of you could go to bed soundly. Well, all three of them at least; you were actually sleeping when Jongho had called, unaware of the mini-crisis Jongho was having. You mutter a small hello before asking your boyfriend what was wrong.

"This may not influence your bias decisions but I could totally beat Mingi in an arm wrestle so please consider that while making your decision," before you could respond, he continues, "also, I love you and I'm sorry for waking you up."

"I- Jonggie bear, is this what's been keeping you up all night? He used to be my bias before I met you! You obviously are my bias now," you roll over onto your back, "now since it's obvious you haven't been sleeping, please come over so I can calm your nerves."

[jujitto]

▬▬ [ 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 ] MTL HOW MUCH I WANT TO FIGHT THEM!

𝖺𝗍𝗓 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ genre ۪ ׂ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟪𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

MOST

SAN : He’s been bias-wrecking me a little too much for my liking. STAY IN YOUR LANE, CHOI SAN! Honestly, he can catch these hands but I'm kind of scared because he kind of feisty not gonna lie. Don't pretend y'all don't see the way he is ready to fight Wooyoung! 😭 And I know y'all seen the he kicked that guy in the bouncy music video. Probably pull out some karate//taekwondo moves on my ass. I still think I would win. Not fairly tho. My ass will be cheating. 🤷🏽‍♀️ ALL I GOT TO SAY IS HE BETTER DUCK BECAUSE I'M THROWING STUFF!

WOOYOUNG : I only put him second, because I feel like it would be fun to fight with him for some absolute reason. THIS BITCH PULLS HAIR, I CAN JUST TELL! OK, but I feel like play-fighting would eventually turn into actual fighting. Not going to lie I feel like he would win this fight because he’s crazy. You and I both know this motherfucker is crazy. WHY CAN I SEE HIM TRY TO SNEAK ME?!? 😭 If it doesn't become actually fighting, I feel like he would honestly somehow make me actually fight him. BRUH WHY CAN I SEE HIM BITING? WOOYOUNG IS INSANE. One bite and I’m swinging. And if he wins best believe I’m coming back for round 2 because I am not losing to him.

HONGJOONG : My bias. To be honest, I just wanna fight him just to be fighting him. I honestly wanna see who is going to win. Another feisty bitch. OK BUT WE WOULD PROBABLY FIGHT OVER THE FACT I BIAS MORE PEOPLE THAN JUST HIM. Why can I honestly see this though?! I kind of get the vibe of him saying if he wins I have to drop everyone else for him. Honestly I would try my hardest to beat him up because bitch the groups I stan are the groups I stan for a reason. I can see him getting his evil ass kids to help, especially Wooyoung. SEE THIS IS NOT WHAT WE FINNA DO. In regards to who would win the fight….no clue.

YEOSANG : HONESTLY WOULD FIGHT JUST BECAUSE HE’S TOO FUCKING PRETTY. How dare he be so pretty? It’s not fair. Probably would feel bad if I beat him up because he didn’t deserve it but at the same time he did, because why is he so pretty?! No one should be this pretty?!?? I CAN SEE HIM FIGHTING BACK THO?! I feel like he would curse me! I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I JUST GET THOSE VIBES FROM HIM! Sorry not sorry!

SEONGHWA : ANOTHER PERSON I WOULD FIGHT BECAUSE WHY IS HE SO PRETTY?! But I would honestly feel so bad after it because he stays getting disrespected by those members of him (he know who he is!) The only one member I would probably feel bad for fighting because he didn’t deserve it but he did deserve it if you know what I’m saying because no one should be that pretty and I mean no one!

MINGI : OK I LIED ANOTHER PERSON I WOULD FIGHT AND THEN FEEL EXTREMELY BAD ABOUT FIGHTING. just seems like a really good person until I just feel like fighting him. Would it be necessary? No but I would still fight him just for the fun of it. But then I would feel bad because. OK, BUT MINGI LOOKS LIKE HE CAN FIGHT BUT ACTUALLY CAN'T! TELL ME I’M NOT WRONG! Honestly, I can see myself winning this fight, but then at the same time, I see myself going to apologize to him after fighting him. Because he honestly doesn’t deserve to be fought.

YUNHO : NOW YOU AND BOTH KNOW THE REASON WHY YUNHO IS ONE OF THE PEOPLE I WOULD LEAST LIKELY FIGHT! Because he’s so damn tall. Why you gotta be so tall for?! If I fought him, all he would have to do is back hand me and I would be across the room. It’s kind of like that dog meme with that guy who asks his dog if he wants the ball and he throws it across the room and the dog goes flying after it that’s how I will be. Legit. SO HELL NO I’M NOT FIGHTING THIS TALL LANKY MF! HELL NO! YUNHO IS A NO-NO! 😂

JONGHO : ANOTHER PERSON I WOULD NOT FIGHT! I’m not fighting him because he can break apples in half, so what makes me think I can fight him!? If he can break an apple so easy what makes you think he can’t break me in half! I would literally be so scared for my life! Do you not see how ready he is whenever his Hyungs are doing something annoying?!? HE CAN FIGHT I CAN JUST TELL! YOU AND I BOTH KNOW HE CAN! 😭 So fighting him is a risk I’m not willing to take because I’m not ready to be sent to an early grave just yet OK…..OK!

LEAST

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 3)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non!idol Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 1.49k

Taglist: @dinossaurz (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, just comment)

"Minseo, why do you always avoid having dinner when I have guest over?" My mom asked me when I arrived home.

"I told you, I had to met with a classmate."

"You and ai know it's a lie" She snapped at me "You know why I'm doing this right?"

"Really mother? Playing the 'I did it for you' card" I sarcastically said.

"Let's talk Minseo"

"You know what mother? I have class tomorrow" I mentioned and walk to my room.

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Walking to my classroom I wasn't surprised to see Hongjoong already in the room.

"Good morning Minseo!" He greeted me with a smile. "You are quite early today" he look at his watch.

"Yeah, good morning Hongjoong" I muttered tired walking to my seat, but he didn't stop looking at me. "What?"

"Where did you learn how to punch like that?" He asked me with the same smile. "Seonghwa can't get over it" He laughed.

"You know him?"

Like I mention before, Hongjoong treat people good, I wouldn't be surprised if he knew him. He already knew the red hair guy from yesterday.

I have seen Park Seonghwa around, he was always surrounded by people and always caught my attention yet I didn't know his name until yesterday.

"Yeah, we've been friends for ages."

"Be careful, I hear stupidity is contagious." Hongjoong laughed hard.

"Forgive him, he's a fun and good guy really."

"Yeah, sure he is" I sarcastically said.

The classroom door slides open again and a tall boy walked in.

"Hongjoong" his voice echoed as he walk closer to Hongjoong.

He had brown hair, with the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen like a golden retriever puppy.

"Hey, what's up Yunho?" Hong greeted the tall guy.

"Yeosang's asking if he could borrow your notes. We have a test coming up and he said yours are more legible than his" yunho explained.

"Sure" Hongjoong rummaged though his bag "By the way, would you like to meet the girl who punched Seonghwa?"

Oh God, not again and with my crush.

"So, you're the famous Pororo who taught Seonghwa a lesson" he smiled at me.

"Stop calling me Pororo" I rolled my eyes "I was the one who had her skirt lifted and he's the pervert."

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I left the room making up an excuse to run away from these guys. I hate how my crush will remember me as the girl who wore some Pororo shorts, this was all Seonghwa's fault!

I bumped into someone and I was going to apologize when I saw who it was.

"Damn, Pororo what's the rush?" Seonghwa smiled.

"You!" I gritted my teeth.

"Oww, in a rush to see me?" He patted my head. "We just saw each other last nigth love" He carresed my hair.

I didn't noticed that the same red hair guy was with him.

"You were together last nigth?" He gasped lauddly, earning stares from the students.

"Stop it" I slapped Seonghwa's hand away.

"That's not what you said last night love"

"Quit it" I whispered getting angry.

"Make me" He whispered back.

"You don't want to go there blondie" I gripped his shirt, bringing him to my level.

"Trust me Pororo, I do" He chuckled tucking a stranger of my hair behind my ear. "I will see you later Pororo" He patted my head before walking away with Wooyoung.

"Classy" Hongjoong who apparently saw all the scene gives me a smile.

"Just put a fucking leash to your friend"

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From: Mother

The bills just arrived.

I look at my phone and sighed calculating how much it's our bills. My mother work as a cashier in a market so her income isn't enough to pay the bills, that's why I worked.

Luckily my actual job, let's me focused in my studies and I don't have to work until Fridays. It's a small new fried chicken restaurant near the campus, so it's close and the paid is good, the owner let's me bring some food to home.

As the bell rang I quickly gather all my things.

"Don't forget class, your exams start next week" the teacher mention before leaving the room.

I leave the classroom and start walking the hallway, when I heard someone.

"What's up Pororo?" Seonghwa greeted leaning against the wall, not to far from my classroom with Wooyoung, Yunho and a boy who I didn't know.

"Oh shit, that's her?" The unknown boy whispererd to Yunho who just nodded giving me a smile.

"I see that you're joinning us" Hongjoong appeared resting his arm around my shoulder.

"Join you?"

"Yeah, we're going to eat"

"So will you come with us?" Yunho asked giving me puppy eyes.

I suppressed the blush and avoid looking at him.

"Not really, I just stopped to see if Seonghwa is capable of saying something intelligent" I remove Hongjoong's arm of  me. "But I see that's not happening anytime soon."

"Oh come on!" Wooyoung exclaimed "We want to know more about the girl who punched Seonghwa's face."

"Another time."

"Where are you going Pororo?" Seonghwa asked

"Not sure, I think hell because you are here." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Aww Pororo, you're so cute."

"Why can't you join us?" Wooyoung insist.

"Yeosang's dying to try out a new restaurant" Yunho explained signaling the boy.

"I have work"

"Where?" Hongjoong asked.

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"We'll be taking a table outside" Seonghwa mentioned

I can't believe we ended up in the same place, turns out that Yeosang wanted to eat at the restaurant I work.

"Ji-Hoo's Fried chicken, we're opening 24/7" I hand out some flyers.

"Hey Pororo! Stop frowing, you're scaring the customers" I can heard Seonghwa yelling. "Don't you ever smile?"

"Yes, just when you're not around" I replied handing some flyers to a couple.

"You know, you don't have to hide the fact that I made you smiled love" I swear that if I turned around I would see the fucking smirk on his smile.

I finish handing out some flyers and walked to grab some water.

"Forgive him, he's so self-absorbed like shit" Wooyoung points out.

"Like diapers" Yunho continues chuckling.

"That's a good one" Yeosang laughs and eat his chicken.

"Do you work here everyday?" Hongjoong ask curious.

"No, only on Fridays"

I facepalm myselft as soon the words left my mouth.

[ateezivy]

skin and bones

era : guerrilla (2022)

warning : eating disorder, mental health, body image, cyber bullying, irregular periods

it's all going to shit...

to say that ivy has been overly stressed out was an understatement. it was easy to tell too. she is constantly worrying about how she looks, if she sounds okay if she does the dances correctly. one screw up send her into an anxious mess and she doesn't understand why.

when was the last time she took her anti-depressants?

when was the last time she took her anxiety meds?

what about her nausea medication?

she can't even remember.

she doesn't have an appetite anymore, ever. the most she eats in a day is an apple and peanut butter, but even that gets thrown up sometimes. her hair is starting to get thinner and thinner. her periods have started becoming irregular. it's happening again. and she doesn't even realize it. not until recently at least

"jisoo-ah" hongjoong stares at the girl, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"hm?" she blinks rapidly, suddenly remembering the leaders presence.

"i said dinner is ready, wooyoung cooked"

it's easy to see what they are doing. wooyoung has been cooking her favorite foods. mingi has been holding her extra tight at night. yunho has been hugging her longer than usual. seonghwa has been doing her chores. jongho has been singing her to sleep during even the shortest of car rides. san has been buying her more stuffed animals and random things that seem to remind him of her. yeosang has been asking her to join him on a midnight walk to get snacks, more than usual at least. hongjoong has been home from the studio more.

is it bad to say she doesn't feel anything about these gestures though?

what's happening to her.

"i'm not really that hungry" she stated with a sheepish smile.

but hongjoong looked her up and down with his worried face "at least join us, maybe you'll be hungry once you're around it?" he's trying his best.

but she shook her head now "I'm okay"

once she falls asleep, she knows she is going to wake up to her favorite snacks on her desk with a note from mingi or jongho.

ivy~ you seem to be skipping meals. eat up!

i noticed you missed dinner, so i brought you some food. enjoy!

you know you shouldn't be missing out on meals. eat.

the gestures are sweet and all, but she can practically hear their worry the more they buy her things.

she woke up around two in the morning, and she looked at her desk to see... nothing. she let out a small breath of relief, knowing they didn't waste their money on her today.

she sat up off her bed to go get a water bottle, her throat was dry and she didn't really want anything that could give her any more calories than needed. walking out of the room, she sees mingi grabbing a midnight snack for himself.

"here," he said plainly, handing her a snack cake.

"i don't-"

"just please eat something"

their eyes meet for the first time in a while. she's scared to look into any of their eyes, worried of their judgement and disapproval.

"okay," she whispers and takes the snack from the taller's hand. she unwraps the packaging and eats it slowly as he watches with a small shimmer of pride in his eyes.

she finishes the cake and grabs a water before mingi pulls her back into his room. "talk to me" he says lowly, hoping to get anything out of her.

"what do you mean" she tried playing it off with a giggle, but mingi has always been able to read her like a book.

"why are you doing this again," he asks.

the last time ivy was this skinny, it was during their first comeback, she was facing the stress of being the only female member and just being an idol again in general. she didn't eat much for a while, and every day she woke up surprised she was still living. it really tore them all apart at that time. they had never seen her in such a state, so it was shocking and confusing at the time.

the girl could only shrug it off as nothing as if her boyfriend was going to believe that. but he knows her, he knows she doesn't want to talk, and though she would have to at some point, he doesn't want her to be up all night.

"let's get some sleep"

the next morning she woke up alone in mingi's bed. she checked the time on his digital clock. 11:03 AM. she slept in again.

"damn" she sighed before taking the covers off of her and standing up. as soon as she stood, she felt like she was spinning and her eyes went blank. she hates when that happens, and it's been happening a lot.

she walks out to the living area to see all her members sitting there, waiting for her it seems. they all became silent when yeosang clears his throat after making eye contact with her. yunho gave her a very little smile before hugging her like he does every morning.

"morning" she said

"morning" he responded quietly

she let go and looked at them "what's going on" she questioned as she moved into the living room more.

"we were hoping you would tell us" san answered

"nothing to say. shouldn't we be practicing?"

the boys all shared glances as hongjoong explained that they all woke up late that morning so practice was moved to some time after lunch hours. the girl nodded and went to take a shower and get ready for the day.

tomorrow is the kick-off concert for the tour, and while she is excited, she feels herself getting more and more anxious. she continues reading comments on her posts. and she sees all the worry posts about her, and then she sees the hate too. it's like she can never win in this life.

is it true?

has she really starved herself to nothing but skin and bones?

has she become weak?

ugly?

the day after everyone was up bright and early. "good morning" seonghwa smiled and handed the girl something he knew she would actually eat. apples and peanut butter with some tea.

"morning" she replies taking the plate from the eldest's hands and sitting at the table next to mingi and jongho. mingi had a full meal in front of him, and jongho did too. an actual breakfast that would probably keep them energized throughout the long day ahead.

she lays her head on mingi's shoulder while he continues talking to wooyoung about something they saw on TikTok. she carries on eating her sliced apples as she zones out. she feels so tired and exhausted. it's not like she was up late. she went to bed around nine that night.

"are you okay?" jongho nudges her arm

"yeah" she nods with a yawn escaping her mouth.

the morning went by pretty fast. quick practices, warm-ups, and sound checks. everything they've been doing for the last few days, a repeat. they saw some fans, greeting them with smiles, waves, and bows.

finally, they get to the stage they perform, and they talk to fans. it's so refreshing. seeing so many people there just for them was always thrilling. but she felt so tired and drained. and maybe it was visible in the dances, she was hoping that wasn’t the case.

but it was.

that night she was trending on twitter about how skinny she looked. and tired. and exhausted. how her dancing was different. her vocals weren’t the same.

but all she did was go to sleep, refusing to talk to anyone until the next morning.

“9 makes 1 team” the group chanted before going on stage again. she felt better today. she actually ate a good breakfast. had a monster and some water. she is expecting greatness tonight.

but as the night went on the more tired she got. after dancing wonderland she started feeling dizzy, but next was guerrilla and she had to perform that. so she pushed through.

half way through the song her vision went blurry, she almost ran into the other members a few times. but she got through it. that’s all she needed. then she could do outfit change and be calm for the remainder of the concert. but that plan went out the window when she reached for jongho and then collapsed.

the crowd started screaming and yelling as jongho tried holding her up. the lights went out and they all went over to the youngest. hongjoong ushered everyone to go back stage while staff ran on stage.

she stood up shakily, still a little blacked out, but able to walk with assistance. they arrived backstage to the other members, who were quietly getting changed when they heard a staff member speaking to the audience.

“please be patient as we are facing some difficulties”

mean while the fans are still screaming and yelling.

ivy started seeing normally as she walked in. “i’m okay” she whispered as she released herself from the staffs arms.

“you’re not” mingi said walking over and holding her in his arms.

hongjoong looked so severely upset, like he was going to be sick. jongho looked distressed, almost angry. seonghwa was tearing up along with yeosang. san was sitting there silently with his head in his hands. wooyoung was just flat out crying.

she disappointed them. and the fans.

“you need to get help” her boyfriend was practically begging.

hongjoong met her eyes from across the room but she retracted them out of fear of disappointment.

“we can talk about this later, let’s not stress her out anymore” the leader stated as he stood from her seat.

the youngest gave him a thankful look before she was insisted to sit and drink some water. “hand me a fan, mingi” one of the managers said and pointed at on of the hand-held fans on the coffee table.

“let’s get you out of these clothes, sweetie” a stylist insisted. ivy nodded and stood up, taking off some clothing so she wasn’t exposed everyone. she was left in her sports bra and safety shorts. which is normal for everyone to see, she wears them to dance practices or bed depending on the heat.

“you guys have to go” she said as she put on one of mingi’s tshirts and jean shorts. “go”

they all looked around at their managers, who all nodded. they were all dressed and ready, they just didn’t want to leave their youngest member.

hongjoong let out a sigh “let’s go”

tags: @skzfairies @atolua @itzy-eve

[lunarsun12]

Hongjong Family Bonding Time

Masterlist

Yesterday night Seonghwa, got an urgent call from Soobin. Saying that his kids has gone wild and Yeonjun is beating them up. He requires back up from Seonghwa to reason with an angry Yeonjun. Without hesitation Seonghwa immediately left and drop a message for Hongjong to help babysit the kids. Which Hongjong was very reluctant to do but agreed anyways, as he didn’t to get say anything and already saw Seonghwa location already left the house.

Upon finding the news, Jongho took the opportunity to play a prank on his Appa. As he loves to mess with his Appa. Poor hongjoong regretted ever coming back home to deal with his little demons, that what he likes to call them.

However the kids has landed themselves into more trouble then they already have, due to a certain someone broke Hongjong prized possession.

Who could it be?

Back at the Ateez Parent chat

Today 21:00

Seonghwa🌸: Kids, who made a scratch in your Appa’s car?

Hongjoong🏴‍☠️: Finally you are home! You finally home, the day I have!

Hongjoong🏴‍☠️: The car is not mine, I don’t know who it is been sitting there for month now

Seonghwa🌸: I hope it is not the police again-

Hongjoong����‍☠️: Relax! We got Wooyoung under control now

Seonghwa🌸: Wooyoung is the least person I have to worry about. It’s… actually nevermind. Your day Hongjoong?

Hongjoong🏴‍☠️: It all started…

Flashback a couple hours of ago

Today 6:00am

Seonghwa🌸: Kids, your appa is coming home to babysit you today. As I have some errands to do, please behave and don’t cause trouble

Seonghwa🌸: And Hongjoong make sure, don’t fall asleep again. I don’t want to collect Mingi from the police station again

Back at the Ateez Kids Chat

Today 7:00am

Jongho🐻: WAKE UP IDIOTS HYUNGS

Jongho🐻: I won’t stop spamming until one of you replies

Mingi🦄: Yes Jongho?

Yeosang🍗: What is this ruckus! I barely slept becuase Yunho screams from next door

Yunho🐶: What? I was about to die as SOMEONE was distracting me

San🐱: I just wanted to talk as wooyoung refused to talk to me

Wooyoung🦊: You should apologise for missing our cuddles session, as you chose to hang out with MINGI

San🐱: I’m sorry but Mingi asked first. You should have ask earlier 😊

Wooyoung🦊: IS THAT EVEN TO ASK. ITS LIKE BREATHING AIR

Jongho🐻: Hyungs stop being dramatic! We got a golden opportunity!

Jongho🐻: Eomma is out the house today and we got appa today!!

Yunho🐶: Eomma leave the house like a full day?

Yeosang🍗: Wow! Today will be fun today! I love playing hide and seek with Appa

Jongho🐻: I suggest we pull a prank on Appa!

Mingi🦄: OH MY GOD. There is a fight in living room between wooyoung and san

Mingi🦄: Oh some short dude is here and made them apologise!

Yeosang🍗: THAT APPA

Jongho🐻: Just get wooyoung and san to come. Especially wooyoung, I need him to do something

Jongho🐻: How about we dye Appa hair back to blue like a blueberry!!

Jongho🐻: I nominate wooyoung he’s the fastest

Yunho🐶: That so boring! I reckon we give home scare. I heard he hates being scared

Yeosang🍗: I got a ghost mask in my room

Mingi🦄: Why do you have that?

Yeosang🍗: Don’t ask too much question Mingi

San🐱: I can distract him!!

Jongho🐻: Fine we go with Yunho idea. I guess it is slightly better

Wooyoung🦊: No I will!!

Yunho🐶: How about you two both distract him-

Wooyoung🦊: Fine, I am still made about the cuddle session thing

Yunho🐶: And Mingi how about we hang out in my room!

Mingi🦄: I want to help! It looks fun!

Yunho🐶: It best you don’t! It will be fun!

Many hours later

Wooyoung🦊: HAHAHAH I am laughing so hard. This is the funniest thing I have ever seen!

Yunho🐶: I never seen Appa in tears

Yeosang🍗: He even got down on his knees to make the ghost go away

Jongho🐻: You see I told you all this is a golden opportunity

Mingi🦄: …

Yunho🐶: Mingi why you are quiet?

San🐱: Eomma is home!

End of flashback

Hongjoong🏴‍☠️: That how my day went! Every time I went to bathroom they will scare me with that mask on

Seonghwa🌸: I can relate with broom closet incident. It’s scary when they gang up on you

Hongjoong🏴‍☠️: Hang on! MY AWARD SOMONE BROKE IT

Seonghwa🌸: Let’s call a family meeting

[yeeehwa]

Dance Practice - (c.sn x reader x k.hj) nsfw

Summary: After making eyes at San during dance practice, your boyfriend, Hongjoong, gets jealous and decides to punish you.

Genre and Warnings: threesome. smut. fem pronouns for reader. unprotected sex. one shot. oral. light dirty talk.

Word Count: 1,649

Note: This is my first ever smut that I've written. Also this fic is not meant to represent or bring harm to any of Ateez in any way, shape or form.

You sat behind the camera in the practice room as the members of Ateez filmed one of their dance practice videos for Atinys. Your head was buried in your laptop and textbooks as the staff set up lighting and the members stretched. You looked up towards the members and locked eyes with your boyfriend, Kim Hongjoong. He winked at you, then his attention was pulled but Wooyoung, who had decided to take the moment to make kissy faces at him. It caused you to giggle while Hongjoong turned to scold him.

Your phone buzzed on the table a few minutes later, you trying to dive back into studying. 

Joongie <3: Better keep those eyes on me

You smiled and rolled your eyes, deciding to put your phone face down on the table, and looked back at your laptop.

The staff called the members to attention and motioned for the boys to get into position, which they did. Music started playing, and the beginning of Firework started.

You pulled your head out of your studies for a moment, deciding to watch their first run through of the dance. This was the first time you’ve seen this choreography from start to finish.

You smiled as Seonghwa and Yeosang did their parts, and then there was San. With the sensual little sway, him rubbing his hands together, combined with him biting his lip had you almost drooling, your eyes not leaving him.

You knew in the back of your mind that Hongjoong would be pissed if he realized you were making eyes at one of the other members, but there was something about San that was hitting you hard today. Maybe it was the muscle shirt he was wearing, showing his arms in all their buff glory, and the duality he seems to have, and playing up lately.

Once the first shot was done, the members surrounded a monitor that showed their record, watching the playback. You grabbed your phone, determined to send a quick text to HongJoong.

Y/N: You better tell San to stop.

You saw him reach into his pocket and look at his phone, a small smirk growing on his face as he read your text. He pocketed his phone and leaned over to San, whispering something into the younger man's ear.

San smirked along with HongJoong and nodded. You knew, at this moment, you fucked up.

The next run through, San was determined to stare deep into your soul as he bit hit bottom lip and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Your eyes never left his mouth after that.

Hongjoong noticed the attention you were giving San and smiled. It wasn’t his usual cute smile, but the sadistic one he used when punishing you in the bedroom. You didn’t notice, as you had your eyes trained on the pink haired man.

***

Your phone buzzed once again as all of  Ateez was slowly saying their goodbyes and leaving the studio. The staff had already left, satisfied that they got a good recording of the dance.

Joongie <3: Stay here once everyone leaves. You and I need to have a chat.

I’m in trouble. You thought to yourself. You shut down your laptop, closed it, and started shoving it, and your textbooks into your bag. Mingi came over to give you a hug and say goodbye, and you saw over his shoulder, the two men who, during this rehearsal, became the bane of your existence, with their backs to you, talking.

“Bye Mingi!” You almost yelled, trying to get the attention of Hongjoong. “Have a good night! Be safe getting  back to the dorms!” You saw Hongjoong scowl out of the corner of your eye.

Once the last of the members had left, Hongjoong came up to stand in front of you, arms crossed and a pissed off look on his face.

“Now jagiya,” he started. His hand gripped your chin, making you look up at him. “You know how I feel about you looking at other people. Especially when they’re my friends.” He cooed this at you, while the grip on your chin tightened. 

He clicked his tongue at you in disappointment. “You know what I have to do now.” He crouched in front of you, his hand pushing the white hair that had fallen in front of his face back, his grip on your chin never wavering. He smirked at you and cocked his head to the side, his eyes burning holes into you.

“On your knees,” he stood up and moved back from you, allowing you space. 

Your eyes darted from him to San, who stood in the corner of the room, watching intensely. “San’s still here.”

“I know. I told him to stay.” He smirked down at you. “If you like watching other men, I bet other men like watching you.” He clicked his tongue again. “You know I don’t like repeating myself. On your knees.”

Your eyes widened as you slowly sunk to your knees from the chair you were on, eyes darting between the two men in the room.

“You see,” Hongjoong started, addressing San this time. “I have to keep my eyes on her, or else hers wander. I can’t have that, now can I?” He gripped your hair in his fist, making you look up at him. “You have to punish her if she gets out of line.”

“Is that so?” San’s voice came from the other side of the room. You dared to look at him, the grip in your hair tightening and your eyes went back to Hongjoong. 

“Be good for Master,” he cooed at you, his other hand going to the tent in his sweatpants. “Open your mouth.”

You obeyed, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he pulled his cock out of his pants. “Good pet,” he purred, and shoved his cock in your mouth.

The grip on your hair tightened even more as he fucked your mouth, feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat and feeling you gag around him. Tears ran down your face as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Drool ran down your chin as Hongjoong relentlessly pounded into his mouth.

“You better swallow all of it y/n” he grunted out as he released into your mouth. You eagerly drank all his seed.

He pulled his dick out of your mouth once he was finished. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, proving you swallowed it all.

“Good pet,” he released the grip he had in your hair, and ran his hand down the side of your face. He smiled down at you, pride shining in his eyes. 

“Can I have a turn?” San asked, his hand rubbing his hard on through his pants.

Hongjoong turned towards San and beckoned him over with his finger. “You know I don’t normally share, but I don’t think y/n has learned her lesson.” He went to sit on the couch behind you, legs spread and arms resting on the back of the couch. “Help yourself.” He leveled you with a stare. “Strip.” He commanded. “Both of you.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “A-are you sure?” you questioned him.

He leaned down towards you, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together with his chin resting on them. “I said. . . strip.”

You quickly did as told, San following behind you. “If I didn’t know any better,” Hongjoong teased, “I would say you’re soaking wet right now Y/N.” He looked to San. “Check for me Sannie.”

San slowly approached you from behind, sinking to his knees as he got behind you. His fingers went to your pussy, confirming Honjoongs suspicions. San moaned at the feeling of your juices running over his fingers. He brought his fingered up to your lips. 

“Suck” Hongjoong commanded. You opened your mouth and San shoved his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue played with his fingers, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

Hongjoong smirked and leaned back in the chair again. “Fuck her.”

San took your arms and locked them behind your back as he shoved his dick into you. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, the initial pain turning into pure pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you pet?” Hongjoong asked you. “You like when Sannie fucks you while I watch?” Your eyes started to close in pleasure as San fucked hard up into you, a moan escaped you in response to Hongjoongs question.

“Open your eyes” San whispered in your ear, taking on a more dominant tone than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes snapped open, as Hongjoon sunk down next to you, hand bracketing your throat and squeezing. 

“Watch,” Hongjoong purred in your ear. “Watch as Sannies dick fucks your tight pussy.” You listened, watching as Sans dick rutted in and out of you, your juices running down the inside of your thighs. 

San moaned into your ear, gruning out a “gonna cum” loud enough for you and Hongjoong to hear. 

“You’ve done so well, pet,” HOngjoon said to you. “As a reward, you can choose where he comes.”

“Inside,” you groan out, the tightness in your stomach about to burst.

San cried out as he coated your insides with his seed, you following him over the edge close behind him. You slumped to the ground as San pulled out of you, suddenly overtaken with a wave of tired.

“You did so good jagiya,” Hongjoong whispered in your ear, a proud look on his face. He grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over you. He gathered your discarded clothes and slub your backpack over his shoulder before he scooped you up. “Lets go home.”

He turned to San. “If you want a round two, you know what to do.” He wink at the younger man, and walked out the door with you in his arms.

[cinnabaexoxo]

Gave away my ATEEZ merch this morning. All the albums, PCs, Aniteez plushies. All of it.

They used to be my happy place, but too many obsessed fans have tainted my feelings about them. I love the boys, but I can't enjoy them when it reminds me of those interactions.

Not just talking about the 2 psychos I dealt with yesterday. Last month, I watched 4 women in their 20s threaten, harass, bully, and doxx a girl who turned out to be 12! TWELVE! They piled on this kid for over an hour and posted her email and phone number on Twitter before one mentioned her own age of 23. The others also say 20s. Then girl they'd been ganging up on said "I'm 12." They immediately delete all the posts. (And why were they attacking this child? Because she said she liked Seonghwa with short hair, so they called her homophobic. I don't know how in the blue Hell they made that leap.)

Usually it's not THAT extreme, but it is constant. Arguing, squabbling, accusing... I saw one girl get insulted in 3 languages for misspelling Hongjoong. If you don't like the hairstyle everyone else likes best, you're attacked. If you mention something true that they don't want to believe they turn into harpies.

Remember the "shots" on stage at Coachella? Someone asked if they were real (week 1). I know showbiz well enough and used to be a singer. I said "It's probably tea. They use tea for whiskey in TV and plays. Whiskey messes with your throat for a couple minutes. I doubt they'd take a chance on hitting sour notes on a stage as important as Coachella."

I got SWARMED with people absolutely FURIOUS that I would accuse them of faking, blah, blah. Cut to a week later: Yeosang told everyone it was barley tea. 🙄

Anyway, yeah. Long rant, just venting. But when people behave toxic, it makes you want to avoid anything you associate with them, even if it was something you loved.

PS - In 15+ years of loving Jpop and Jrock, I have NEVER seen a fan in either of those genres attack anyone this way.

[thesafecafe]

Listen y’all, this has been on my mind for WEEKS now, and I’ve already discussed it partially with a friend of mine (and she wrote me a labyrinth fic and I died), but I wanna say it here. Here is the list of idols I think could’ve played/could be casted as a modern day version of Jareth from The Labyrinth (1986) and what I think they’d be like. (I know there could probably be more, but these 3 specifically give me “ethereal mythical being/fairy type creature who is better than you” vibes and I must explain. Also, this is x adult readers, MDNI, tyvm).

Kim Hongjoong: Now, to me, Hongjoong can pull off the whole playful, immature rogue with anger issues (he is the leader of Ateez, the anger issues part comes naturally), and I see him more in tuned with the song “Magic Dance” from the soundtrack, and the runner up being “Within You” because his expressions in that would be so deadly, like, have y’all seen him? And he could knowingly lure you to his palace without much other than his looks, he knows the effect he has on women and men alike, and yet, he’ll still probably take someone or something valuable to you as extra incentive to keep you playing his game longer. A devious goblin king indeed. If you resist him, his mood becomes increasingly sour before he’ll make your life harder as you travel through the maze, putting up extra obstacles and problems until he feels like stopping. (he won’t put up too many though, if you accidentally hurt yourself because of him, he’d never forgive himself).

Nakamota Yuta: “Within You” fits him so well, I feel like he’s less on the soft side as Jareth, he’d have one for you of course, but I feel he’d be more on the temperamental side of Jareth’s immaturity. And “Magic Dance” would be less about making the brother happy, but more about shutting him up as he played with the goblins so that Yuta could think of ways to lure you closer to him. He’s a sneaky goblin king, and he will stoop to whatever level he needs to get what he wants, and if he  is met with any level of resistance, a temper tantrum will be thrown. It might be one of the most terrible and yet beautiful things you’d ever get to witness, if you ever did catch him in the middle of losing his cool that is. He’d probably be the most heartbroken if you rejected him with the line from the movie.

Kang Yeosang: The perfect all rounder imo (he can mesh well with all the songs). I don’t think he’d be as immature a goblin king as the others, still selfish, but he knows better ways to play mind games and he won’t immediately get angry and throw a fit if things don't go his way. “As the World Falls Down” fits him, and y’all have seen him with long blonde hair, he’d totally pull off that scene. And he’s sarcastic asf sometimes, so his comebacks would scathe anyone who challenged him with serious third degree burns. He’s more of an elegant and refined goblin king, but prone to selfish outbursts of possessiveness, jealousy, and occasional rage should things turn out differently than he planned. His anger is not hasty and quick, but cold, slow, and deep, and he holds grudges. He’ll be satisfied when he receives a tearful apology or until you feel just like him, upset and annoyed.

That was my list, (I’m a nerd, I know), and I am willing to talk about it further, but for now, I shall sleep and wish for a spectacular ball gown and a non toxic version of the goblin king/k-pop idols (they’re a lil toxic as goblin kings, but it's only fanfiction, never fear).

[baekhvuns]

Ok damn-

This is late bcz my phn be acting up lately plus i hv my exams so 🥲. Anyways, yeah i like the trailer ... It gives very...how do I say it ... It's entertaining, and yes ur right it gives yjhd vibes. At least I'm excited for one movie besides a marvel one 😃.

Wait wha- Deepika? Lady Singham??? 🧍🧍🧍🧍 Eh?

BEAKS I HEARD THT ATEEZ MAY HV AN ASIA TOUR IN AUGUST!!!!! (I highly suspect that india won't be on the list but I'm excited anyway)

The other day my brother asked me abt this song i kept singing...it was nxde. He was like cn u repeat the lines for me so I said it's "yes I'm nude..shh" (and gv a hole mouth-instrumental but 😌-) he said ohhh i thought u kept singing "yes I'm nerd" 💀💀 when i tell u i wheezed-

*Another adventure with my brother:D*

So we were playing this random guessing of choreography. From any song, i did a few a bollywood songs and then when i ran out of ideas I did the wonderland "let's go" part. YK the whole clap part. So my brother actually knows tht choreo but is really forgetful....so he went "wut is tht?" I repeated it.......he said " is it a guru randhawa song"

.....

After tht some parts were bleeped bc how dare he compare my boys to him (he ain't all tht bad but still 🧍).

So, today i was with my friend and shes like a non-kpop bestie. So, I've seen these PPL on tiktok who YK show their non-kpop frnds the pics of the grp they stan and then they genuinely ask them who do u think would suit then. So i did it, i asked her who do u think I'd like good with? (For pure entertainment purposes, i promise I'm not a creep)

She said san.... 🥹(I <3 her)

2nd japanese single......yeosang will be a mc with xiaojun and hyungseop.....hongjoong at Paris fashion week ... Yunho stealing tht one Lego and hwa finding it like his life depended on it. 🥲 This is why i stan them.

Also, I've been watching saiki k.- my new comfort show. I just realised my exams finish on hwa's bday ....why am I so happy abt tht??

I read bodygaurd again. It's like i always come back to ur acc to read some wholesome, angsty, fluffy, butterfly giving, spicy 🥵 lol but like in a good way ffs.

And the way u always read so many asks and reply to them 😭😭. You go girl!!

And did i just hear just friends part 2!!!! When?? And -

LIKE EXCUSE MEE???? PARDON SIR??? WHODREW THISSS???

Mosquitoes should die...THEY WONT LEAVE ME ALONE-

Also bruh, tht one edit of hwa with long hair, won't leave me alone...it haunts me EVERYWHERE!!!

Okie

Byie! 👋

since ur asks is super long im having difficulty posting it thru tumblr BECAUSE IT WONT MF POST so im gonna answer a few parts in case it glitches <3

exactly iM TELLING U it does sound really funny! hope u do good on ur exams!! yEAAAAH her as a lady singham 😭😭😭 idk what they’re trying to do but’s def a new venture 😭😭😭

no south asia ever 🥰 one city in the central asia and then the rest is south east fbwjdhsj wasn’t bts supposed to come there but like the rona thing 😭😭 LMFAOOO NOT THAT GUYS SONG 💀💀💀

just friends part two! but it’s a trope that’s been done before so i have to really revamp it if i want to write it 💓