#kim hongjoong drabble

[323cutie]

sooo... after kissing woosan and kissing yungi... how do we feel about kissing seongjoong .. <3

kissing seonghwa feels like a chorus of angels singing. he's always looking at your lips anyways, so it's never really a surprise when he finally decides to give in to the thoughts in his head. he's so tender and sweet, so gentle (except when you don't want him to be) with the softest presses of his lips against yours. he knows just how you like it, has memorized what makes you squirm the most. feather light touches of his fingers ghosting over your sides, hot breaths into your mouth, the gasps he lets out in between kisses. for all his soft teasing, he always ends up pulling you into him by your hips, relishing in the way you feel, a hand coming up to card through your hair. there's something so innately intimate about the way seonghwa kisses you... he's slow and responsive and sensual. not afraid to use his tongue, either -- but that's for more private moments (pressed into his lap on your couch, movie forgotten in the background moments. holding his hair back as he starts kissing down your neck moments). it feels like he always gives as much of you as he can through his lips, worshipping. even little kisses, greetings or goodbyes; it's never too short, and never just one. he'd kiss you forever if you let him, and you know you'd do the same.

kissing hongjoong is domestic. you're his reprieve, his home -- evident in the way he sighs against your lips whenever they meet with his. he's never one to go too deep too fast, but he's in tune with what you want and knows how to give it to you just right. he pulls you into his lap when you visit him at the studio, a welcome break, getting lost in your lips and the weight of your limbs. only stops when you do to ask what he's working on, and when he turns you around so you can see his computer he's placing kisses all up your neck and shoulder, hitting all the right places and making you giggle. he's not outwardly commanding, but he leads and you follow, trusting him entirely. tilting your chin up with his finger so he can meet you halfway, a gentle grip on your jaw to make you look at him before he kisses you. he'll wait to take his shoes off when he first comes home to chase your lips, stop in the middle of working on a song to grab your face and kiss you goodbye when you leave his studio, turn you around in the kitchen when you're making dinner just so he can feel your lips on his, grinning against your mouth when he feels the laugh you let out. it's sweet, and honest, and his kiss always feels like a promise.

[bvidzsoo]

You belong to me

◿Mobster!Hongjoong◸ 

TW: cursing, violence, death, gun, suggestive

Word count: 3,3k

A/N: How do I stop the grip Ateez has on me?? What do you mean Hongjoong posts some pictures and I get a story idea?? Ugh, anyways, this is just a short drabble because why is Kim Hongjoong so hot and what is his latest Instagram post of his??

           The strobing lights of the club were blinding for a few seconds to the newcomers, their eyes forced to quickly adjust to the dim yellowish lightning and the strong pink, purple, and red led lights. They were strung around the club, overhead, lighting up every area of the luxurious place, but they were the strongest on the stage, where dancers walked around and performed using whatever instrument they preferred as props. Some nights I enjoyed pole dancing, but most nights I liked it when I could improvise, dance freely and get lost to the feeling of the freedom music provided. Perhaps my job of choice wasn’t ideal nor well-liked by most people, especially not by my parents, but it paid well and helped me get by quite decently.

It took a little while to get used to the lack of clothing and the hungry of those watching, but in no-time I found myself enjoying the attention, the cheers, the loud howls after my performances…and perhaps the most I enjoyed was the pay check each evening, and the bills men desperate for attention and the touch of a woman would slip into my thin panties or obnoxiously short shorts. The club was in the high-end of the city, only wealthy and influential men visited, courtesy to Kim Hongjoong. A scarily rich and affluential man, well known for his crazed behavior and dangerous affairs with gangs downtown. He was the boss of the underdogs, the man everyone avoided if possible and only got involved with if only very necessary. He was the owner of the club and he took his job very seriously, treating his employees with respect and care, always checking up on them. Misbehaving wasn’t allowed inside his club, and he punished those who didn’t understand this by using creative methods. I had the misfortune of walking in on him waterboarding a man, saying something about how he didn’t respect his end of the deal, before Hongjoong’s eyes found me and I was ushered out of his office, his eyes conveying a silent warning to stay quiet about what I had seen. And I had no intention of telling anyone what I had witnessed, afraid to meet a similar fate to that man.

Kim Hongjoong was someone whom I feared, but also respected. He was diligent and worked hard, at the end of each shift checking in with his performers, making sure they weren’t forced into doing something they didn’t want, checking their bodies for any injuries. At first, I had assumed that he paid more attention to me because I was new, because he didn’t fully trust me yet, and because he was keeping an eye on me to make sure I was being ethical, but upon closer inspection, I’ve come to the realization that Kim Hongjoong didn’t follow every performers steps with watchful eyes, he didn’t buy them drinks once their shifts were over, and he most certainly didn’t arrange his personal driver to drive them home at the crack of dawn, when the streets were deserted and dangerous for a young woman, like myself, to be walking home alone. And Kim Hongjoong certainly didn’t hold his other performers lower backs as he walked them back to their dressing rooms, throwing clothes at them and demanding to cover themselves up. I had assumed there might have been some favoritism towards me as I drew in clients which were filthy rich, but Kim Hongjoong quickly ruined that thought when I overstepped a boundary and meddled with his personal business. He was quick to threaten me that he’d ruin my life if I went running to the police, making me feel small and stupid for even trying to blackmail him. I don’t know what I had been thinking when I did that, but if Hongjoong had paid attention to me up until that point, after my foolish threat he became overbearing, always two steps behind me, and eyes fixed on me during my shifts. It was scary and irritating at the beginning, but I grew used to it after a year of his unceasing behavior and learned to live with the man’s antics. There were times when we ran into each other at the most random places, places where Hongjoong looked completely out of place adorned in his crazily expensive tailored suit, and sleeked back hair. One of said places was the grocery store across from my apartment complex, completely startling me into oblivion as I had been buying some milk, his reflection appearing behind me in the glass door as I had closed it. What was even more unusual was the way he told me I had twenty minutes to get ready before we’d be going out, to where, he didn’t mention. But it turned out he took me out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. Not many words were exchanged between the two of us during the dinner, but the food had been good nonetheless and neither one of us brought it up ever again.

Tonight hadn’t been any usual, I had walked inside the club around eight in the evening, going to my dressing room and dressing up for the night, doing my makeup and hair. When I pushed the door open an outfit had been laid out on my couch and my eyebrows furrowed as I took in the schoolgirl outfit, slightly uncomfortable having to wear it, but when I noticed a note on top of it and signed as KH¸ I knew I didn’t have a choice but to wear it. And my shift had started out as usual, I was up on the stage and performing by ten o’clock, putting on my best performance and charming men left and right. The cheers were louder than usual and I was requested to put on a second show, surprised by the incessant attention, but not completely bothered as I knew the pay check would be higher tonight. Of course, I didn’t miss the way Kim Hongjoong watched both of my performances, leaning against the bar stool, hip resting against it, and a glass filled with whiskey gripped in his hand as his eyes trailed over my body multiple times, following every move of mine. But the night didn’t stop there, and I had gotten my first ever request for a private performance. The others who I worked with had plenty experience with that, but it had been my first time and I was feeling nervous. Yeji had been nice enough to walk me through the steps of what this meant and what was required of me, and she made sure to repeat the rules multiple times, making me repeat them after her. The private rooms were small and dimly lit, a huge sofa inside with a coffee table in front of it. There was a stereo and a pole in the corner of the room.

The man who had request for a private dance was gruffy and on the older side, but he was well dressed and looked put together as he sipped on his expensive champagne, grinning when I had walked inside. I pushed down my nerves and ignored the slight tremble of my limbs as I thanked the man for the request and stated the rules firmly, reminding him multiple times that he wasn’t allowed to touch me unless I gave him permission, before I put on the music and started dancing, using the pole as well. It felt weird performing for one man only and I found myself uncomfortable as the man watched me with hungry eyes, his grip on the glass tightening with each passing minute, making me hope that the booked time would be soon over. Half an hour wasn’t much at all, but it felt like an eternity, and I had to force myself to imagine the man I was dancing for was someone else…someone younger, someone more handsome, someone who’s smile was crazed and his cat-like eyes burned holes into your skull, gazing deeply into your soul. When the music finally stopped, I felt like I could breathe again, desperate to get out and away from the eyes of the man, who was licking his lips hungrily as I stepped away from the pole and bowed slightly, going up to the coffee table to collect my payment, but as I reached out, his warm hand grabbed my wrist tightly.

“I’ll pay twice as much for a lap dance.” I was stunned for a second as I looked at the man, softly trying to pry my wrist out of his hold.

“You paid for half an hour, sir, I’m afraid we part ways here.” I kept my voice leveled and the man didn’t seem to appreciate what he heard as he scoffed.

“Twice is not good enough for you? Fine, then I’ll pay thrice the amount I just paid right now.” And then, a nasty smirk spread on his lips, as he unexpectedly yanked on my wrist, making me fall onto his lap, “Don’t be shy, baby girl, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

I felt disgust wash over me and I gasped, trying to push myself off him, but he had sneaked an arm around my middle and squeezed me to himself. My skin tingled and my stomach flipped, bile rising up into my throat. I tried to keep the scowl off my face, but I couldn’t help it as my eyes hardened.

“I stated clearly you are not allowed to touch me, so let go of me, right now.” I demanded, trying to push myself off of him again as the man just scoffed and looked at me with an amused expression.

“Really? I think you do want me to touch you, baby girl. You’re just playing hard to get, but you don’t have to do that with me, I already want you badly.” As if to prove a point, he bucked his hips upwards and disgust coursed through my veins and showed on my face as I felt his hard-on, balling my hands up into fists, ready to pound them into his face.

“Release me, right now.” I snapped, voice harsher than ever before as I felt my hands trembling, hating the smug look on the motherfucker’s face as he went to push my hair behind my shoulders, but I quickly slapped his hand away, hard.

“Don’t be rude, I just paid you, bitch.” He hissed and I chuckled.

“And I said let go of me, you old fuck.” I hissed, squaring the man up. Before he could open his mouth to say anything back, I heard the curtain behind me separating us from the rest of the club pulled open harshly, and a familiar voice sounding eerily calm.

“Was the lady not clear enough the first time?” I could hear the sneer in Kim Hongjoong’s voice and I turned my head, taken aback by the dark look on his face, the harsh clenching of his jaw and the handgun in his left hand. I tried not to let my surprise show as I shoved at the man again, but he still didn’t let go of me. It was getting frustrating and I raised my hand and slapped him, momentarily taking him off guard as I swiftly slipped out of his loosened grip.

“You bitch!” The old man yelled and stood, but didn’t get far as Hongjoong pointed his gun at the man, an amused smirk appearing on his lips. He walked further inside the room, with his right hand in his pocket, and came to a stop next to me as I had put distance between the man and myself. He chuckled as his eyes rested on me for a few seconds, lazily looking back at the older man.

“You said you’ll pay thrice the amount? I don’t see the money—”

“And you won’t see it, fucker, I’m not paying this bitch at all.” And the man snatched the money, fallen on the couch now, up with anger written all over his face as Hongjoong chuckled, and suddenly I felt his right arm draping over my shoulders, yanking me into his side. I stumbled slightly and gasped quietly, surprised by Hongjoong’s actions.

“That’s very unfortunate,” Hongjoong sighed dramatically and I felt his fingers rubbing my shoulder, a sly grin slipping onto his lips, “I must demand you apologize to Y/N for disrespecting her and clearly not following the rules.”

The man chuckled and eyed Hongjoong as if he were crazy, “You wish, fucker. This club is a piece of shit, I’m going to ruin you and your shitty ass business.”

“For somebody your age your vocabulary is quite lacking.” The man’s face turned red at the insult, prompting Hongjoong to chuckle as I tried to hide my own amused smirk, staring the old man down. Hongjoong’s hand suddenly started slipping low, down to my middle until it stopped at my waist and suddenly he was looking at me, eyes glazed over with a crazy glint in them, lips pulled into a grin resembling that of a Chesire cat’s, “Tell me, gorgeous, what should I do with him now?”

My mind was blank as I stared into Hongjoong’s deep eyes, getting lost in them, feeling drawn to him as if he were a magnet, “Whatever you wish, Hongjoong.”

A wide, satisfied, grin appeared on his lips as he bit his lower lip, eyes glinting in the dim light, “Anything?”

I gulped and found myself breathless, his expensive cologne invading my senses and his warmth making my skin warm in the best possible way, “You are the boss.”

Hongjoong chuckled and looked satisfied as he turned his head to face the older man, clicking his tongue as he shook his head at him, “Look at you…I hope you said your goodbyes before coming here, because you won’t be doing any talking no more with that foul mouth of yours, you old pig.”

And Hongjoong raised his arm, the safety off as he pulled the trigger, the gun silent, yet still making my ears ring as I jumped in Hongjoong’s hold, squeezing my eyes shut. He had shot the man, pulled the trigger like it meant nothing, as if taking away a life meant nothing to him. I felt myself tremble as Hongjoong’s hold tightened around me and I was being moved, my back turned to the dead man as I felt hands cupping my face, “Open your eyes, gorgeous. Look at me.”

I gulped and took a shaky breath, body trembling as I forced myself to look at Hongjoong, taken aback by the cold expression on his face. He looked unphased, almost content, as he caressed my cheeks, leaning dangerously close as his eyebrows furrowed, he was no longer holding the gun, “Nobody but me is allowed to touch you, gorgeous, do you understand?”

I gulped and nodded wordlessly, trying to ignore the stench of blood which permeated the room suddenly, the hairs on my arms standing as my muscles were tense, “Use your words, Y/N.”

“I understand.” I whispered, voice shaky, as I stared into Hongjoong’s eyes, a pleased expression crossing his features. He hummed before suddenly whistling, startling me as Hongjoong released me, but grabbed the back of my head to prevent me from turning around, as if I had doing that in mind. Suddenly, four men walked inside, men I haven’t seen before, and Hongjoong glanced at them and nodded behind me wordlessly, the men springing into action. They walked past us and I realized they were here to take care of the dead man, but we didn’t stick around for longer as Hongjoong suddenly turned and started leading us out of the room and towards my dressing room, making me nervous as I tried to ignore the whirling thoughts that I was witness to my boss killing someone. What if the police come searching for the dead man? What if they question me? I knew Hongjoong wouldn’t hesitate killing me too, the thought made it a bit hard to breathe, but I just kept stiffly walking as Hongjoong’s hand slipped to my nape, veering me around effortlessly and away from the curious eyes as he pushed me inside my dressing room and closed the door with a loud slam. I jumped and detached myself from him, putting distance between our bodies as I whirled around, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes. He was smirking as he leaned against the door, rubbing his chin as he placed his hand in his pocket. I gulped and waited for him to say something, but he just took out his pack of cigarettes and lit a cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. Our eyes locked together and I gulped, suddenly feeling exposed.

“Let’s be honest with each other, Y/N.” Hongjoong spoke up after he took another drag of his cigar, “Will I have to worry about you rattling to others about what you just witnessed?”

I gulped, lacing my fingers together in front of myself, “Will you kill me if I did?”

“Of course.” Hongjoong answered without hesitation and my gut twisted, hands suddenly trembling again. I gulped and nodded, letting him know that I understood.

“Then I won’t say anything to anyone.” I found myself quietly saying, “But you have to promise to help me out when the police gets involved.”

Hongjoong chuckled, and took another long drag of his cigar as he suddenly pushed off the door, and walked towards me, “Oh, gorgeous, do not worry about the police. Even they know not to meddle with my business. This will be our little secret; can you keep it?”

He blew the smoke in my face and I gulped, trying to not cringe from the smell, “I’ll—I promise to keep this a secret.”

“Lovely.” Hongjoong whispered as he threw his cigar on the floor and stepped on it, making my eyes widen as he burned out the carpet, but he seemed uncaring of it as he placed one finger under my chin and tilted my head up, looking me in the eyes, “Private shows are off limits from now on, to everyone. Understood, gorgeous?”

“Yes.” I muttered, and my breath stilled in my lungs as Hongjoong leaned incredibly close, his lips ghosting over mine as he smirked.

“These men will be never able to offer you what I can give you.” And Hongjoong pressed his lips against mine, harsh and hungry as they slipped open while his hand slipped to my neck, wrapping around it as his body was pressed flush against mine. I gasped into the kiss as I felt his tongue pushing past my lips, exploring my mouth, groaning into it as Hongjoong devoured my lips ferociously, walking us backwards. I grabbed the sides of his suit and held onto him, blindly letting Hongjoong walk me anywhere, his sweet taste blooming in my mouth as he sucked on my tongue, my fingers tangling in his black hair, the back of my legs hitting the sofa behind me suddenly. Hongjoong quickly cut the kiss short and pushed me down by my neck, making me look up at him in confusion as he smirked, easing me down into the cushions. My heart was thundering in my chest as his eyes burned with want and passion, and suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gripping my thighs as my skin flamed, making me gulp as my hands clenched into fists at my sides, chest heaving. He slowly peeled my legs open and yanked me lower on the sofa, biting his lower lip as his eyes followed the smooth skin of my legs, stopping just where my skirt had ridden up. He licked his lips, a hungry look in his eyes as he looked up at me, leaning closer.

“Let me show you how queens get treated, gorgeous.”

Masterlist

[domm1etae]

where you cover your face shyly with your hands when you are getting fucked. only for hongjoong to grab said hands and pin them to the bed so you can't hide.

the moment hongjoong caught the sight of your hands flying up to your face, his jaw tightened, and his pace faltered for a split second. you were beneath him, flushed and trembling, trying to hide the soft, breathy moans spilling out of you and the way your eyes rolled back every time he thrust deeper.

"nah," he muttered, voice low and rough, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the mattress above your head. "don’t hide from me."

your lips parted in a stifled whimper as his grip tightened, his hips snapping forward hard enough to knock the breath out of you. the drag of his cock against your walls was maddening, every inch making you squirm under his hold.

"look at me," he demanded, his tone sharp but laced with something dark, hungry. his eyes burned into yours as he pressed his forehead against yours, his body never losing its relentless rhythm. "lemme see you. wanna watch every little expression you make when i’m fucking you this good."

you bit your lip, your face turning away, but his grip on your wrists didn’t let up. if anything, it got stronger. "don’t do that," he growled, nipping at the corner of your mouth before biting down on your jaw. "don’t act shy when i know how bad you want this. how bad you want me."

his words sent heat flooding through you, your walls fluttering around him, and he smirked when he felt it. "yeah, that’s what i thought," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. "your body doesn’t lie, baby."

his pace quickened, each thrust hitting so deep it had you crying out, your shy protests turning into desperate, high-pitched moans that filled the room. hongjoong grinned, his breath hot against your neck.

"fuck, you’re so good for me," he groaned, his cock twitching inside you as he dragged your body closer to his. "you feel how deep i am? how much i’m stretching you out? bet it’s driving you crazy, huh? bet you’re close already."

your head tilted back, your hands twisting in his grip as you tugged weakly, but he didn’t let go. instead, he leaned down, catching your lips in a messy, heated kiss that left you gasping for air.

"don’t hide from me, y/n," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and teasing. "wanna see every fucking second of you falling apart on my cock."

the way his hips snapped into yours, the way his eyes stayed locked on your face, watching every twitch, every moan, every little tremor that rolled through you—it was too much. the heat in your stomach coiled

tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, your body arching off the bed as you came with a loud cry.

hongjoong cursed under his breath, his pace turning rougher, sloppier, chasing his own release. "that’s it," he groaned, his voice wrecked as he buried himself as deep as he could, his release spilling into you with a sharp gasp.

he stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his body pressed against yours. when he finally pulled back, his hands loosened around your wrists, but he didn’t let you go completely. instead, he leaned in, pressing a slow, almost lazy kiss to your lips.

"you don’t get to hide from me, baby," he murmured, his grin wicked and smug. "not when you’re this fucking pretty taking my cock."

[lov3lycosmos]

hongjoong drabble reacting to you having a tummy buldge during sex.

ughhh yes I could see this turning him on even more, like hes already a mess ans he looks down and sees your stomach bulge each time his cock hits deep into you >~<

hongjoong reacting to your tummy bulging during sex ! ⭑ ── wc. 390 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+)

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, tangled with ragged breaths and the creak of the headboard. Hongjoong’s hands were gripping your waist tight, fingers digging into your hips as he thrust into you with relentless purpose. Sweat clung to his brow, jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he watched your body arch beneath him.

"Look at you," he growled, leaning back just enough to admire the view. One hand slid from your hip to your belly, pressing down gently—then harder. Your gasp was immediate, legs shaking as you felt him even deeper. "You feel that? That bulge right here?"

His palm flattened on your lower stomach, and you whimpered when he gave it a slow, deliberate push.

"That’s me," he muttered, low and satisfied. "I’m so deep inside you, baby, I can see it."

Your back arched more as he kept rocking his hips, his pace maddening—slow but devastating, every stroke dragging against your walls like he knew exactly where to push, exactly how to ruin you.

"Hongjoong—" you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how full you felt. "You're so—fuck—deep."

"I know," he smirked, eyes dark with lust. “You take me so well. So tight around me, fuck—like you were made for this.”

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a broken moan as he slammed into you harder, the bulge in your tummy pressing up again under his hand.

He was obsessed with it—watching it move, feeling it shift when he bottomed out. “You like knowing how deep I am, huh?” he murmured, bending down to kiss your throat while never slowing down. “So stuffed full of me you can’t even speak.”

Your fingers clutched the sheets, eyes rolling back. Every thrust had you on the edge, the added pressure on your stomach too much to bear.

“Cum on me, pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear, breath hot. “Let me feel you while you’re stretched like this. I want to see you break.”

And you did—with a scream and a tremble, unraveling beneath him as he fucked you through it, chasing his own high like a man possessed.

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[iannmin]

coruption kink with ateez members. i love to know your thought on it

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🏷️: smut, mdni, 18+, nsfw links, corruption kink, size kink, breeding kink, dacryphilia (if you squint), smaller reader

🗒️: i mean, the pictures are self-explanatory …👉👈 the holy trinity makes me squirm so bad every single time gosh, oh yeah you probably need the actual X app to access the nsfw links i think ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

୨୧ ‘ masterlist ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

• YUNHO [enemies to lovers]

(NSFW link) just thinkin about the typical academic rivals where yunho just hates you so, so much to the point where he wants to fuck you for no reason,, perhaps for revenge (?) and when he finally gets the opportunity to let himself into your house, mumbling excuses to your parents saying “oh, we have a class project together” when there very well wasn’t any, he jogs up to your bedroom door. of course your eyes widen, but what can you do? yunho is a head taller than you and his hands wrapped perfectly around your mouth. And fuck,, the moment he slid into your pussy he swear he wasn’t sure whether he hated you anymore because you were simply so. fucking. tight,, ramming into you at such animalistic pace and being bred full but all you can do is silently sob and take it like a little corrupted angel

• SAN [childhood bestfriend]

(NSFW link) childhood bestfriend san whom you grew up with since you guys were born in namhae, but always getting picked left and right for how out of place you guys looked side by side - poor sannie was just too big and muscular and you were just too small. (it's like putting tom and jerry in one space) but nobody knew that san had one selfish wish. a wish so selfish he swear it didn't felt like just one wish. he dreams about taking your virginity in your pink princess bedroom every single night. and god must have been annoyed by his prayers because on the day you turned 18, his dreams came true. and he goes absolutely wild and feral. he doesn't know what to do, honestly. he hugs your lower waist with his huge arms and lifts you up from the floor,, angling into you with such precision that you swear your legs shook every time he was fully buried into your pussy. but you, on the other hand, were fucking confused (O_O) because you swear you heard sannie say "just the tip" and now his whole six inch girth is pounding into you.

• HONGJOONG [newlyweds]

(NSFW link) not really 100% corruption but more of how hongjoong finally gets to fulfill his corrupted desires of breeding both of your holes even though knowing how difficult it is to clean up after. so on the night of your wedding, he goes rounds and rounds, turning pussy drunk at the sight of his load spilling and dripping from your pussy, white mess molding the sides of your inner folds, rolling off your clit every so slowly. and the next day when you feel nauseous, you know why... :)

[shwasutopia]

OT8 Imagine - How they like to hold you and the story that shows...

I haven't written a ff for over two years so please be kind. This is my first Ateez one, hope you like it!

I am a Seonghwa blog, but I do love all members, which is why I wrote for all of them ✌️

There's nothing too triggering here, only that Yunho's story alludes to symptoms of a panic attack.

Mostly fluff, some angst, and smut if you can use your imagination.

Park Seonghwa: Arm wrapped around your waist

''It's colder than it was before,'' you said, pulling the twisted strands of hair away from your face. The wind was cold and paid no respect to the efforts you took to keep your hair tied in place. Seonghwa, next to you, exhaled an amused laugh and moved to gently pry the loose strands out of your eyes and mouth. With an expert hand that knew how to care for you, he pulled at the end of your braid- letting all the hair loose first, then tied the whole bunch into a perfect bun. He pulled out the right few strands to frame your face just the way you liked it. 

''Do you want my jacket?'' he asked, pecking the tip of your nose. You shook your head no and instead snuggled into his side as you resumed your walk. 

''Let me know if you need it,'' he pressed another kiss to your temple, and slipped his arm under your cardigan and around your waist pulling you closer to him. The heat of his arm on your back sent a ripple of pleasure up your spine, and your soul shivered too when his protective palm squeezed your side to bring you all the more closer. 

The setting sun cast a beautiful golden light onto his handsome features, his brown eyes turning just a shade lighter in the ember light. You gazed at him and the small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He loved it when you watched him, when you trusted him to lead you, never once needing to look at the path ahead. And why would you look anywhere else when Seonghwa rightfully took ownership of your complete attention from the day you first met. 

You just needed this, his presence, his warmth and the arm wrapped around your waist taking you home, where every night ends with your body encased in his arms.

‘’When we marry, I want to do this every day,’’ he mumbled so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. You wondered if this was a thought that was meant to stay sheltered inside his head only that it became too strong to keep quiet. 

His cheeks glowed red, and he cast his gaze in the opposite direction, fingers drumming nervously where they sat on your waist. Your heart squeezed - love, so much love held you a happy hostage, that you had to wonder if it was even allowed to harbour so much love inside. Can the universe handle the strength of it all? Is she big enough to hold it?

‘’Seonghwa..’’ you spoke up softly, reaching your hand to gently pull his chin in your direction. He looked at you, eyes wide and only a fraction afraid, because as shy as he was to confess his dreams to you, he was confident that they would come true. One day you will be someone who wore a band around their finger and called him husband. 

‘’You know I love you right?’’ You asked, poking his lips, letting them loose from the trap of his teeth. He would do this often, bite his lips when he tried to stop himself from saying something he thought would betray too much of his heart. You’ve only been together for over a year, but from the day he met you, and chased you with compliments and songs until you gave your heart to him, he knew he wanted eternity with you. If he was a star, it was only because you were the atoms fusing and bringing him to life. And you’d gladly put in the work to do so if it meant you’d have him shine over your sky. 

‘’I know you do, almost as much as I love you,’’ he whispered shushing your oncoming protest with a sweet, delicate kiss. You could taste the secrets of the universe on his lips, and you were willing to forget them again and again if it meant getting to kiss him as many times as there are stars in the sky and beyond it. 

Kim Hongjoong: Both hands on your waist

The music was blasting throughout the entire venue, the bass pulsating under your feet and vibrating pleasantly in your chest. You were nodding your head along to the beat and swaying your hips as far as your boyfriend’s hold allowed you. Hongjoong was right behind you, both hands on your waist holding you close, a clear sign to everyone in your vicinity that you were his. 

Hongjoong had lost himself in the music as much as you did, his body grooving to the rhythm, eyes closed and a head full of bass lines, lyrical melodies and the feel of your skin under his palms, your scent lingering under his nose, and the occasional brush of your hair on his face as you danced before him. 

He could live this moment for eternity, drunk on nothing else but the music and you. He opened his eyes, light strobes flashing across the roof and the heads of people. He fixated on your bare shoulders, transfixed by the shine of your sweat and the flush of your skin. 

The room was getting hotter, his body flooding with a certain desire and suddenly his grip on your waist tightened. He pulled you closer and you pushed back into him, allowing him to lean down and nuzzle his nose into your neck where he then proceeded to plant slow kisses up and up until he was biting the shell of your ear. 

You could feel the energy change, the heat of his lips, the hastened rhythm of his breathing and the way his fingers tightened around your waist. You turned around and took his face in your hands, forcing him to focus in on you, although you hardly needed to force his attention. He was always, and honourably so, fixated on you. 

‘’Baby, not here. Wait til we’re home.’’ You kissed his lips, short but hard enough to let him know you’ll keep the promise. His pupils were blown, he needed you, needed you like a drought desired water. Nonetheless, he nodded his head and took a step away. But his hands stayed on you as he let you turn around and keep dancing. 

He managed twenty more minutes of the music, twenty agonising minutes watching you dance before your hips connected with his and all rationale left his mind. 

‘’Baby, you will be the end of me,’’ his voice turned raspy as he gasped into your hair. You shouldn’t have, but you did, and so you backed your hips closer into his, moving in slow circles, testing the patience of your ridiculously attractive boyfriend, whose hands tightened on your waist.

Only he had no patience left to test, and in the next minute, you were being led out of the venue by a tense arm around your waist, and in the other you were outside greeted by a chilly gush of wind, though it did nothing to cool the flaming heat in the pit of your stomach. It had no apparent effect on Hongjoong either, because he took long feverish strides to the car waiting to take you home. A burning desire cloaked his body, intoxicating his mind like a drug, he needed you. His thoughts wreaked havoc on his mind and he feared he’d have you in this car, but despite the clouds of painful yearning, he’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. That, and he liked to have space to put on his best performances. 

And just like that, the next endless hours had Hongjoong encased in the sound of his favourite song, the one only he was privy to. The one only he could make you sing behind the locked doors of his room, under the twisted sheets of his bed where his hands splayed across the naked skin of your body.

Jeong Yunho: Wrapped in a hug

Too many people, too many faces, too many sounds and voices, too much, too much, too much of everything. You needed to run, hide, scream, throw yourself down to the floor and beg for all of it to stop. But your body was frozen, cold jabbing needles pinning you to your spot, forced to drown in the storm of rushing bodies around you. 

Chest tight, vision blurry, mind-shattering, slowly losing thought and any hope you may retain to save yourself and then - there was darkness. Darkness pushed into your face, building a wall between you and the world around you. This darkness was warm and sturdy, it had a beautiful orange-blossomed scent and a heartbeat. It wrapped its arms around your back and pushed you closer, caging you not like a bird deprived of its freedom but like the walls of a boat rescuing you from the churning waters of a wild sea. 

‘’I got you, you’re okay,’’ Yunho whispered into your temple. A smooth, loving voice, like a rope tossed into a dark and compact cave. You wrapped your hands around it, wrapping your hands around his waist too, and climbed. Climbed higher and higher for every ‘’It’s okay’’ and ‘’I love you’’ and ‘’You’re safe’’ that he breathed against your skin. And then when you reached the top, you opened your eyes. There was the dark wool of his sweater soft against your face, and just a few inches higher the concerned but tender face of your boyfriend staring into your eyes like it was you who cracked open the grey sky to let the sun shine onto the world, and not the other way round. 

Minutes ago, Yunho took only a few steps away before losing you in the sudden surge of the crowd, a dreadful wave of tourists decided to enter the otherwise usually semi-full market. It was only for a minute or two that he was craning his neck this and that way looking for you before he spotted you in the middle of the busy scene, still and deathly pale as if you were just struck by lightning. He ran, pushed, tripped and cursed without an apology, but he didn’t stop until his body, like a life vest wrapped around you, tight, tight, and then tighter, until the shaking stopped, and your hands loosened their grip on his shirt, and your breathing evened out to a gentle current of passing waves. 

He should have held your hand tighter, shouldn’t have let you go, should have anticipated bigger crowds on the weekend, should have been better somehow. He knew this could have happened, knew how hard you fought to brave the crowds and handle being overstimulated. And he was proud, so damn proud of every step, and every day you went back home happy rather than exhausted. He should have been better.

Yunho fought back his anxiety, fought it because you fight yours too every day. You could see it, the tight press of his lips, the red tip of his nose, the fast blinking. You pulled back your tears, so your boyfriend could pull back his. You did this together. Fought your worries together, his need to protect you and your need to protect him. 

‘’Are you okay?’’ He asked, a whisper of wind somehow louder and so much more reassuring than the howling of the crowd behind you. You nodded yes because you couldn’t find your voice just yet. 

He gave one last squeeze, his arms a comforting weight on your back before he let you go and led you home with one arm still wrapped securely around you. 

At home, he would not stop apologising and you would not stop letting him know that in the chaos of the world, he was a lighthouse guiding you to safety, a safe haven offering refuge to your mind, and the most amazing boyfriend, who was every wish granted and a gifted soul promised to come back in every other life. At the end of the day, in the embrace of each other’s bodies, all worries ceased as all crippling fears sank onto the bed of the depthless sea. 

Kang Yeosang: Intertwining your pinkies

‘’This one’s name is Bunny, she is just a baby’’ the kind owner explained as she led you and Yeosang around the animal shelter. You gasped at the sight of the small orange kitten nestled next to her mother, small green eyes fighting against sleep as she curiously took you in. 

‘’The kitten’s name is Bunny, is that not a little confusing?’’ Yeosang murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to startle the animals around you. 

You smiled at your boyfriend and his sweet question. He had a pocket full of questions for every animal you looked at so far, thankfully, the owner’s kindness was endless, and she answered every serious and peculiar question Yeosang posed with great patience, and your boyfriend nodded along, exclaiming with soft ‘’ah’s’’ and ‘’oh’s’’. 

You couldn’t decide who was more adorable at this moment, the multitude of furry bodies around you or the soft spoken-man by your side, treading carefully between the beds and cages of the resting animals. 

You came here because your boyfriend was desperate for a pet, and you having lost a much-loved pet some time ago, refused profusely. However, you lost the fight when Yeosang brought up the notion of you having a pet every night for the past few weeks, there’s only so many times you could say no to your boyfriend, and his heart-wrenching pleas. 

The owner excused herself when the front door buzzed, leaving you with the animals and permission to pick them up and pet them if you’d like. 

Yeosang and you settled down next to a litter of kittens and two sleeping bunnies whose wet noses stuck out through the gaps of the cage. 

‘’They’re so cute,’’ you whisper yelled and Yeosang chuckled agreeing. He looked at you then, the softness that decorated your face and the sparkle in your eyes. Warmth spread through his chest and his heart constricted for a second, he was so darn lucky. This, you and him, in the middle of the most innocent souls in the world, looking to adopt a lifelong companion to take home. It was heavenly. 

‘’Fine, we can adopt,’’ you whispered firmly, and Yeosang could have leapt to his feet if not for a small kitten venturing to claim the space on his lap.

‘’Really?’’ He asked to confirm, beaming with the light of all the stars. You nodded excitedly, your heart having been won over by the furry friends and your gorgeous boyfriend. 

‘’Yes!’’ Your boyfriend wiggled in his spot as much as he could. You leaned over and kissed him, a smile splitting your face when Yeosang’s eyes expanded and a blush bloomed on his face. 

‘’Babe, not in front of them,’’ he chastised playfully. You laughed and did it again, and even though he chastised you again, he returned the kiss, glancing around him as if one of the animals could suddenly speak up and tell him off.

You shuffled to his side and leaned your head on his shoulder. Yeosang took your hand with his free one, for he was busy petting the cat on his lap with the other, and intertwined your pinkies, as much PDA as he would allow for now. You relaxed with his touch and almost snoozed off when the kitten began to purr. 

In the end, you went home with a small ginger cat, who was officially named Hetmongi the Second, and suddenly you were a family of three. You had to agree with your boyfriend, moments like these, falling asleep in serendipitous bliss with your loved ones was truly heavenly and you had to thank Yeosang, for you were sure he was the angel who brought this slice of heaven to you, and you were glad the angel stayed. 

Choi San: Hand on your lower back

‘’If you fall, drown and die, I will die and I don’t want to die so please please be careful love,’’ San spoke hastily watching you clamber on a slightly raised wall built alongside a river. Really it was only five inches off the ground and yet San cast anxious looks behind you, where the current sped along. 

You could easily trip and fall into the river, and even though your boyfriend wouldn’t waste a single second jumping in after you, the idea of that happening made him cringe. 

You could only laugh, as you balanced yourself on the wall. The rocky wall was small but skinny, so technically you could very well fall, however, you doubted your overly anxious boyfriend would let you. Just to confirm, San reached out and placed his hand on your lower back, supporting you as you walked ahead. You shivered as the warmth radiating from his hand sent very much welcomed tingles all along your skin. 

Perhaps you shouldn’t have done it, but your sweet sweet boyfriend is so much fun to tease that you couldn’t resist faking a small trip to give his heart a little skip. He quickly jumped into action, grabbing hold of you with both hands and steadying you in the place.

You cackled mercilessly, petting the top of his head in mock comfort. His eyes were closed and he took in one deep breath before opening them up and pinning you with a glare. You had no time to process his next move, but suddenly you were being heaved by two strong arms, and placed on his shoulder as he spun in place making your vision race past your surroundings.

‘’Put me down!’’ You yelled, slapping his behind lightly and after a few more spins, he stopped. 

‘’Will you keep away from the river?’’ He asked, faking a stern voice, and you rolled your eyes, smiling gleefully. 

‘’Yes, sir!” You saluted, though he couldn’t see, and then you were plopped on the ground. 

‘’Behave,’’ he instructed using his finger to gently flick your nose, but the smile that called his dimples to the surface and the sweet blush of pink adorning his cheeks, betrayed the not-so- secret adoration that overwhelmed him. 

You could jump off the highest pier and he would follow you, choose to climb Mount Everest and he would suffer frostbite with you, walk on hot coals and he’d be right behind you, never will he hold you back from anything, but he will always be there to catch you when you stumble or fall. 

You knew this, and it’s why you loved him so. You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, wishing your eyes could screenshot the beauty of your boyfriend as he peered into your eyes, then spun on your heels to walk ahead. 

He watched you walk away, admiring the lines of your body and the easy strides you took knowing there were no dangers lurking behind with him at your side. He would gladly play bodyguard, even if it was you spooning him to sleep at night. 

You heard the quick run of his feet and welcomed the touch of his hand on your lower back as you continued to walk side by side. You could walk to the end of the world, and off its edge with him next you. Even further than the edge, you thought, you could walk into the next and the next lifetime, as long as you walked with him. 

Song Mingi: Arms wrapped around you from the back

‘’Mingi, I don’t think that’s necessary,’’ you sighed, rubbing up and down his forearm. Mingi stood behind you, his warm chest pressed against your back with his arm wrapped around your shoulders securing your body to his. Even though he insisted on having you glued to him, his gaze was glued to the man standing meters away from you.

Previously, you and Mingi had stopped at a small cafe for a quick break before resuming your walk. The day was hot, your bodies sweaty and tired, but dates were becoming rare in the middle of Mingi’s busy schedule and your own workload, so a simple walk in the park was treasured gold to the both of you no matter the weather or how late either of you got back from work the day before. 

You left Mingi to sit by himself at one of the tables stationed outside and went to buy you two drinks. Only that the barista was unabashedly flirty despite your obvious disinterest.

Mingi gritted his teeth watching as the barista smiled and flirted with you. He even had the audacity to fully check you out as you turned away to walk back to Mingi. The barista’s face fell a little when he saw you arriving to Mingi’s side, who shamelessly kissed you before you even had the chance to sit down but the audacious man resumed to steal glances at you for the next half hour.

Your boyfriend was fuming by the time you finished your drink but you were too preoccupied with figuring out the map directions on your phone to really take him seriously. Mingi, on the other hand, had downed his iced drink in five seconds so he could dedicate his entire attention to glaring down the barista serving the remaining customers outside. 

‘’You know, those glares of yours might be a little more impactful if you took your shades off and he could actually see you trying to kill him with your eyes,’’ you chuckled tapping his arm lightly. 

‘’Oh, right,’’ Mingi said after a second of realisation, he forgot he was wearing his shades. You laughed as he took his shades off and after a few seconds of glaring at the man, he put them back on, ‘’It’s too bright,’’ Mingi grumbled earning a loud snort from you. There goes your menacing boyfriend, bested by the sun during his valiant effort to deter the enemy.

‘’Let’s go,’’ he said pulling you away. 

‘’Wait, I haven’t decided where to go yet,’’ you exclaimed trying to escape his hold but he pulled you back in, forcing you to walk with him stuck on your back. 

‘’Mingi, I can’t walk like this,’’ you struggled trying to walk with him on your heels. 

‘’You look too good from the back, we just need to get out of here,’’ Mingi explained, a pout on his lips. 

Your heart swelled with love. Mingi, for all his dark and brooding looks, mountains of silver jewellery and dark shades was after all only a soft, clingy, boyfriend desperate to keep you to himself. There was a voice that spoke too loud at nights sometimes, a voice that made him envision you leaving, finding someone else, forgetting him, and he couldn’t deal with it. You knew that, you knew his insecurities and did everything you could to put those voices to rest. You’ll carry your man on your back for the rest of your life if you have to. 

You dipped your chin and gave his skin a small reassuring peck. He hummed in satisfaction and kissed the side of your face, glancing back to make sure a certain someone saw.

‘’Mhmm, your hair smells nice,’’ he said as you felt him press his face into the back of your head. All you could do was roll your eyes in affection and keep walking with your boyfriend as your new backpack.

Jung Wooyoung: Holding hands, swinging

‘’What did you tell him next?’’ Wooyoung asked through a cascade of giggles and snorts, losing a battle with his laughter, and gripping onto his sides. 

‘’I said the moon landing was obviously fake and the moon itself does not exist,’’ you cackled, holding onto your chest only because you couldn’t hold on to your lungs. 

Wooyoung and you were almost quite literally dying of laughter as you revisited the memories of your past dates with other people. This story in particular, had you recalling the time when you were so upset with the manners of your date, that you thought to annoy him by insisting that the moon was not real, which did not go well, considering your date was studying astrophysics. 

‘’You’re incredible,’’ he gasped, massaging the stitch in his side, and you leaned your head on his shoulder, steadying your breath. 

This all came about when on a date out you ran into your ex, one that you never really talked about with Wooyoung, only mentioned briefly, as it was that insignificant. But it became a battle of sarcastic remarks and passive-aggressive comments thrown about when for some reason your ex felt the need to mention unimportant details of your past relationship. In the end, you had to drag Wooyoung away, who in one final round of the fighting match picked up your hand, fingers interlaced, and shook your locked hands in your ex’s face, before marching off swinging your hands between you, showing off how ‘’together, together’’ as Wooyoung liked to say, you were.

‘’He talks too much,’’ Wooyoung snickered, and you gave him a pointed look. 

‘’Oh so you have a type,’’ he said sticking his tongue into his cheek, huffing and puffing. You rolled your eyes. 

‘’I should put it on a billboard, that you’re mine,’’ he said, and you would have taken him seriously if you didn’t glimpse the small smile melting his previously irritated features. He was gazing at your hands, still swinging in full force between you, innocent and playful, just how your relationship started. He could never blame you, or be mad at you for your ex’s behaviour. You were his now, and you were wonderful, a dream come true, a gift from the universe, his soulmate and twin flame, he could go on and on. 

He looked at you then, eyes soft and ablaze with love, and squeezed your hand - stopping for a second to kiss your cheek, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he said. 

You knew he was. Wooyoung was not mean or aggressive for no reason, it was his nature to protect his people, and it wasn’t the fact that you had past relationships that bothered him then, it was the way your ex spoke of you, condescending and disrespectful. Wooyoung could not tolerate it, he’d dig the entire expanse of the world to bury the people who tried to hurt you alive. 

‘’He wasn’t the worst of them, I could tell you about the others,’’ you giggled, feeling the tension melt. Wooyoung looked at you and the mischievous spark in your eyes, that soon reflected in his own. 

‘’Gossip away my love,’’ he exclaimed, planting a kiss, or more like a sloppy smooch onto your forehead. And that’s how you began to list all the embarrassing, hilarious, and borderline traumatic experiences you’ve had. 

Laughter was one of the fortifying bases of your relationship, you became friends through shared lunches and drinks ringing with the sound of your laughter, and then lovers whose nights often ended in breathless giggles as you found a world of reasons to laugh. Laughter helped you bond, and it helped you heal. That was your Wooyoung, swinging hands, laughter echoing off the walls, and spontaneous kisses dotted with promises of unconditional love on your face. 

Choi Jongho: Holding hands, fingers intertwined

‘’Run faster!’’ Jongho screamed, twigs breaking and snapping under his feet. Your shrieking screams reverberated through his body, and he picked up his pace, running that much faster to you. 

‘’I can’t run anymore!’’ You yelled over your shoulder and slumped to the ground, dropping the gun at your side and pulling the hot, sweaty helmet off your head. 

Jongho came to a sudden stop behind you, his hands coming under your arms and lifting you up. In the next second, you found yourself firmly planted over his shoulder, bouncing as he ran with you to where the trenches lay just a few more meters ahead. You couldn’t give up, not just yet. 

He slid the last few steps and carefully, albeit a tad clumsily, dropped you into the massive hole dug into the ground. He slid in right behind, his back hitting the wall hard as he too, took off his helmet. 

‘’I’m almost out of ammo,’’ he panted, looking at your empty hands resting on your knees as you heaved deep breaths, filling your lungs with as much oxygen as you could. 

Jongho smiled - he couldn’t help it - despite the obvious loss you were facing on the field, you were in this together. What’s more, is that he couldn’t deny his love for you any longer, especially as he gazed at you now; sweaty, flushed and with dirt covering your skin and your uniform from the toes of your boots to the top of your head. He thought you were beautiful, and he was madly in love.

‘’You’re beautiful,’’ he gasped though his air deprived lungs, ’’and I’m in love with you.’’ 

You looked at him stunned. Crazy, this man was crazy. Of all the places in the world, out of all the times he could have chosen to confess his love, he chose now. 

It was, however, rather fitting for Jongho. How can anything be more romantic than a sudden profession of love as you faced your end. 

‘’Jongho…’’ You spoke his name, a careful whisper weaved into the wind and soon lost in the ringing of the blasting shots above you, but Jongho heard you and heard you even clearer when you whispered next, ‘’I love you too.’’ 

Jongho reached to grasp your hand, letting your fingers and hearts intertwine and then pulled you into his chest. He spared one longing look before pressing his lips into yours. If he were ever to die, it would have to be like this. Any war fought and lost would still have him feeling like a winner if he had you by his side. 

As the last of the bullets found their targets and the echoes of the fight died down, you and Jongho only parted from the kiss once the siren blared, announcing the end of the match. 

‘’I think we lost,’’ you said breathlessly, unsure if it was all the running or the kiss that rendered you incapable of breathing. 

‘’I think we won,’’ Jongho smirked, bumping his nose against yours. If you weren’t still in shock from his sudden confession and the kiss, you may have laughed at your years-long best friend, but you were still very much encased in a fool-like stupor. 

‘’We lost!!!’’ A scream erupted from above you, and Jongho rolled his eyes as you craned your neck to squint at Wooyoung, who was wiping pink paint from his lips. Not only his lips were covered in paint, but his entire uniform was dotted with a multitude of neon bright colours. You could only laugh at him, relieved to find oxygen still circulating in your lungs, allowing you to do so.

‘’While you two were making out, I was being used as a human shield by Sannie and Yeosang, I am never going paintballing again, what nonsense, how could they do this to me?’’ You listened to Wooyoung ramble as he walked off. You looked to Jongho, who found his gummy smile with Wooyoung’s exit. 

‘’You have paint in your hair,’’ he said, twisting a strand between his fingers. 

‘’So do you,’’ you laughed at the yellow paint streaking his bangs. 

‘’So when we go on our first date, how about something more demure? Unless you want to go laser tagging since paintballing was your suggestion?’’ Jongho said, picking up his discarded paintball gun and checking on the last few paintballs left rolling inside. 

‘’Anything will do, but yes, I think I’d like something a little less physical…for now,’’ you laughed, squeezing his hand that was still holding your own. Jongho’s cheeks acquired a bright red hue and grew even more crimson as he let his imagination run wild. Yes, he may have lost the battle, he thought looking at you, but he won the world. 

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Reactions Masterlist

Unless specified, I write a mix of idol!ateez and non-idol!ateez for reactions.

You breaking up with him as a prank.

You run away. (Mafia!Ateez)

You dancing with another male idol in front of him on a show.

You want to take a break after an argument. 

You faint.(idol!reader)

Saying something hurtful to you during an argument.(Mafia!Ateez)

You catch him cheating on you.

Your friend tries to flirt with him.

Overhearing and misunderstanding something you said.

Rumors of you dating another idol. (idol!reader)

Disapproving of you smoking. 

You make out with your co-star for a movie/drama.

Your ex wants you back. 

You ask him to buy pads. (Text version)

You get injured.(celeb!reader)

You ignore him as a prank.

Watching an erotic movie with you.

Finding a positive pregnancy test (but it isn’t yours).

You come home late after an argument. (Mafia!Ateez)

You’re his bestfriend and you kiss him/he kisses you. 

“I had a dream about you . . . you were my sleep paralysis demon.” (Text Version)

You call him a “friend.”

You tell him to sleep on the couch after an argument.

He accuses you of cheating on him. (Mafia!Ateez)

Sitting on their lap during a bumpy car ride.

He finds out you’re a spy from his rival gang. (Mafia!Ateez)

You prank him with lyrics. (Text version)

Someone hitting on you. (Mafia!Ateez)

He finds out that he has a child. (Mafia!Ateez, Dad!Ateez)

He gives you an inkigayo sandwich. (Idol!Reader)

You wearing their clothes.

Being on the same show as you. (idol!reader)

You being affectionate/horny when drunk.

You’re his / he’s your wallpaper.

You kiss him out of the blue.

Confessing your / his feelings after an arranged marriage. (Mafia!Ateez, arranged marriage au)

His child interrupts him during a meeting / work. (Mafia!Ateez, Dad!Ateez)

You’re his love interest for a movie/drama.

Leading him/you on as a prank.

[belovedhoon]

you send ateez an nsfw meme

paring: ateez ot8 description: y/n sends ateez an nsfw meme contains: nsfw meme, sugg convos, cursing (MDNI)

Hongjoong-

Seonghwa-

Yunho-

Yeosang-

San-

Mingi-

Wooyoung-

Jongho-

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed!! Sorry I've been MIA!! I'm hoping to be a little bit more active soon! <3

[kpopimaginings]

Barefaced - Hongjoong

A/N: I keep seeing pics of Joong without make-up on and his visuals or on point, so I wrote this.

The fact that you were staying the night with Hongjoong had you feeling all kinds of things. The first night together felt like such a big deal, but it also felt so right and comfortable being soft and domestic with your boyfriend.

You'd gotten changed and now needed to do your nightly routine but Hongjoong was in the bathroom using the mirror. You approached and tapped on the already open door, trying not to startle him. He turned to look at you, his hair all awry and his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. You couldn't help the small smile and soft hum you let out at the sight.

"What?" he asked, voice muffled through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Yeppeo," you told him.

His brow furrowed before looking back at his own reflection.

As you made your way over to stand next to him, he finished up, spitting in the sink and rinsing his mouth.

"Are you ok?" he asked looking pointedly between you and the mirror.

"What? I can't call my boyfriend pretty?"

"Yes, but... right now?" he asked, confusion still painted across his features.

"I think you're pretty," you reiterated. "My beautiful, bare-faced boyfriend."

"Really? You like my no make-up look that much?"

"Yes, I do," you confirmed, cupping his face in your hands and placing a small kiss on the end of his nose.

Before you could pull too far away though, he grabbed you by the waist and gave you a proper kiss on the lips.

"See you in bed," he said as he pulled away, smiling at you before leaving the room so you could finish getting ready in peace.

NAVIGATION  |  ATEEZ MASTERLIST

[cherrykpawp]

LEMON DROP RAHHHHHHHHH

[323cutie]

thinking a lot about situationship/fwb hongjoong....

you'd start off as friends, but something shifts. maybe at a party, or a change in conversation when you're texting late at night, or a random shift in perception. but it's easy to fall into it, regardless of how or why or what, and it all feels so good and natural that there's not a lot of talk involved.

until you think maybe you like him a little more than you should. so you try to distance yourself, take a breather until you either get over it or figure it out... but it's hard when it takes a single call from him to change your mind.

and it goes back and forth and back and forth. refusing to stay the night but letting him take you out to dinner. meeting him at the studio on late nights when he needs a "break" and then ghosting him for a week. telling him, and yourself, in his kitchen in the morning that it's the last time, but he's in your bed days later. and somehow he always convinces you.

you don't know what he's looking for in you, but you're certain it's not what you're feeling. but he's so good with his hands, and his mouth, and he knows just what to say. you balance the dizziness of a familiar friendship and the shape of his silhouette against your sheets; meeting his eyes over the rim of a glass and knowing you'll have the same view when you're on your knees later.

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Drive to Survive

⫻Formula One Racer!Hongjoong⫻

TW: nothing, except similarities to the 2021 season lol

Word count: 3,2k

A/N: So, I did something, again...*sigh*. This is for you Orsi bestie, I hope it reaches your expectations lol. This is like the 2021 F1 season without the injustice---anyways, I'm not here to get murdered by the F1 fandom, love y'all. Can't believe I wrote a Red Bull driver story, ew lol. Hope you all enjoy, and feedback is appreciated!!

            It had been a gut-wrenching and nerve wrecking season this year’s fight for the championship. At times, I couldn’t help but wonder how Hongjoong was doing it all—keeping his mental health in check and letting loose at times while completely focusing on winning first place as many times as he could, securing himself in the Driver’s Championship. It was truly difficult. The car was very good, everything having ran smoothly after the summer break when a few final adjustments and changes had been done to the automobile, making the Red Bulls the quickest on the grid. However, Kang Yeosang, his biggest rival at the moment sat in an equal machinery, closely following Hongjoong on his tail. Each Grand Prix resulted with the two battling for first position in the driver’s standings, sometimes resulting in disqualifying the other by an incident—or in worst case scenario, by crashing into each other. Watching Hongjoong’s car get almost flipped as it went over Yeosang’s car had been one of the most horrific moments of my life, heart clenching and heartbeat halting as my breath caught in my throat, eyes wide in terror as all I could do was watch my fiancé through the screen of the TV, unable to do anything as I was seated between the mechanics in the Red Bull garage. It was an involuntary action as I jumped up to my feet with a loud gasp, everyone tense around me as we watched Hongjoong’s car glide over Yeosang’s, getting halfway suspended over it. Nobody moved nor breathed. I could see Yeosang moving as the camera zoomed in on them, thankfully he seemed to be fine, the halo around the car having protected his head from anything severe, but Hongjoong still gave no signs of life. I could feel my hands tremble as I looked at the mechanic next to me helplessly, who’s face looked just as worried as mine. And then, there came the shout from someone who stood next to Hongjoong’s engineer, letting us know that Hongjoong spoke on the radio and said that he was fine, slightly sore. Everything that happened afterwards was a blur, my head felt in a haze as Hongjoong was taken to the local hospital for a regular check-up to make sure he suffered no serious injuries. I was rushed to the hospital with him and after he was taken to a private room to rest for a bit, I was finally allowed to see him. I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh and pause in the doorway as Hongjoong was lazily flicking through the TV channels, probably searching for the one broadcasting the Formula One race still on-going. Upon hearing the door open, he turned his head and looked at me, features instantly softening when he saw my face. I couldn’t help but rush up to him and almost fall into his arms as he had opened them, waiting for me to reach him. The tears escaped my eyes involuntarily as I buried my head in Hongjoong’s neck, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sweat. Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around me tightly and he started rubbing up and down my back, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I’m alright, don’t cry.” He whispered, voice soft and I sniffed, my body finally relaxing. He was fine, he was holding me in his arms. He was breathing, talking, and hugging me. He was alive, and that’s what mattered, “I’m sorry for scaring you this much. The crash wasn’t as harsh as it seemed on TV, I’ve seen the replays.”

I shook my head and allowed my hand to raise to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his smooth hair, “Hongjoong, it looked horrible. I—I was so scared. I don’t ever again want to see you get into a crash. You have to be more careful, let Yeosang pass if you see he’s being aggressive—”

“That won’t happen, darling, you know I can’t let him pass.” Hongjoong’s voice hardened slightly at the mention of his rival, “If he wants to race hard, then we will race hard, I’m not the one to back down.”

“Look where it got you!” I pulled my head back, eyebrows furrowed as I stared into Hongjoong’s cat-like eyes. His own eyebrows were furrowed but he just sighed, averting his gaze.

“I’m alive, Y/N, it’s all that matters.” I couldn’t help but shudder at his words and Hongjoong noticed, face instantly morphing into regret. I couldn’t even fathom the thought of losing him to a fatal crash. He wouldn’t be the first, nor the last. Formula One was a dangerous sport, and your life was the only one at stake, “Sorry.”

Hongjoong muttered and I just shook my head, letting out a long sigh. He offered me a warm smile as he cupped my cheek and leaned down, pulling my head closer to his. My eyes fluttered close as Hongjoong’s warm lips pressed against mine and he kissed me tenderly, pouring an apology and a promise into the kiss. He was sorry, and he’d be more careful. I could live with that, even if I knew Hongjoong was a ruthless racer, fearless. His driving style set him apart from everyone, sharp in the corners and quick on the straights, not many could catch up to him. His defense was crazy and he always found the impossible spots for overtakes, making them possible, halting everyone’s heartbeats who were cheering for him. He was exceptional, legendary. People knew his name. People loved him and rooted for him. Some people even wanted to be him…or to be with him. But Hongjoong is a humble man, proud of what he has achieved so far and even more hard working and determined to earn more and more. And he is loyal, loving, and caring. Always by my side and on my side, shielding me from blind hatred and senseless drama. He had everything he wanted and needed, many envied him for that. Yet, Hongjoong only had one goal in his mind: win his first Championship. Become the Captain everyone seemed to be calling him, leader of his generation, an icon in motor racing. And all I could do was stand by his side and encourage him, bring him up when he felt like he couldn’t go anymore, comfort him when things went south and most importantly…love him for who he was. I smiled into the kiss as Hongjoong started rubbing my cheek lovingly, reassuring me that he was here and that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

            But the game never stops nor does the race, not until the season ends. And today was the final Grand Prix, in Abu Dhabi, the last race which would go down in the history books, often talked about, always remembered. Yeosang and Hongjoong had equal points. However wins tonight, becomes the World Champion. It would be Yeosang’s second, and Hongjoong’s first title. The tension was palpable in the air and everyone in the garage was tense as everything was set up for the race. Hongjoong was placing his weight from one leg to another, jaw clenching and unclenching often. He looked mad, but he was only nervous. I knew him well, I could read him like the back of my hand. He was wearing his dark blue undies, the color specific to the Red Bull Racing team, with his overalls hanging low on his hips, the sleeves tied around it to keep it more in place. His costume was tight fitting, accentuating each muscle and curve of his body, his abs slightly defined by the shirt he was wearing. He had recently dyed his hair a darker purple, but it has faded out and now looked closer to the color of a grape. I watched from distance as he spoke to one of his mechanic’s, eyebrows furrowed and pointing at something on the car. He was frustrated, grip tightening around the Red Bull can he had to drink water from in order to show off the sponsor. The mechanic seemed to be a bit lost and I could see Hongjoong’s frustration morph slowly into irritation and anger, so I decided to step in quickly as I walked up to them. I allowed my hand to sneak up on his shoulder and squeeze lightly in order to get his attention. Hongjoong looked at me from the corner of his eyes before sighing and looking at the mechanic defeated.

“Fine, do as you think is best, but if I lose tonight—know it’s on you.” And then Hongjoong walked off to his PR manager, who was calling for him as he had to do one last interview before the race would start. The mechanic looked rather pale as I looked at him and offered him a small smile.

“He’s just very stressed, he didn’t mean that.” I reassured the mechanic, but it didn’t seem to work so I tried again, “Hongjoong will win tonight.”

“Yeah, he better.” The mechanic muttered before walking off and I went back to my seat, watching Hongjoong again as he spoke to the reporter, still looking irritated but hiding it well with a few charming smiles and light chuckles. I tried to keep it together for him, but I was a nervous wreck. The last three nights have been almost sleepless for the both of us, Hongjoong tossing and turning every few minutes as sleep never caught up with him. I would’ve been able to sleep, but I quickly absorbed his mood and it turned me restless too, leading to a few really bad nights as Hongjoong and I had to sleep in separate rooms, too on edge around each other. There was nothing wrong, it’s just that we were too in tune with each other’s feelings, and if I was feeling anxious it could throw him off his concentration and turn him into a nervous wreck as well, in such dire situation, such thing like that wasn’t allowed. Hongjoong had to fully commit and focus, his eyes set on the prize already. As he finished the interview he quickly pulled on his dark blue overall and zipped it up, headed my way. I smiled at him warmly and he stopped across from me, the high table between our bodies putting a distance between us. He fumbled with his fingers and I knew he didn’t know what to say, he was just in need of a little comfort. So, I reached across the table and held his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. No words needed to be exchanged as Hongjoong sighed loudly, Yeosang’s laughter echoing around the garage as he had passed by the Red Bull garage with his engineer and two mechanics. Yeosang seemed to be dealing a lot better with tonight’s stressful Grand Prix, but we paid him no mind as Hongjoong rounded the high table and came closer to me, fingers intertwining with mine. The cold Ruby of my engagement ring pressed into my flesh and I felt Hongjoong play with it, a habit which always seemed to calm him down a bit. I beamed up at him and it made Hongjoong smile as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against my forehead. I sighed in contentment as he pulled back, determination glossing over his eyes. There he was, my little racer.

“I love you.” I whispered to him as Hongjoong smirked, pulling his shoulders back and letting go of my hand. He shook his arms out and cracked his neck, going to the side to stretch as he sent me a flying kiss, making me giggle.

            The loud roaring of men around me deafened me for a few seconds, mouth hung open and eyes wide like two saucers as I stared at the TV screen, my heartbeat probably non-existent at this point. My hands were shaking, my body was shivering, my eyes were filling with tears. My stomach was twisting and despite standing up, my right leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. My arms were thrown behind my head as I gripped onto my nape, biting my lower lip as anxiety coursed through my veins, adrenaline flowing in my bloodstream. All throughout the race it has been a cat and mouse game between Yeosang and Hongjoong. One time one was ahead, then the other, constantly battling for that first place. I couldn’t imagine what Hongjoong was currently feeling, but I knew I was on the brink of passing out. The cheers of the men around me were due to Hongjoong overtaking Yeosang in the second to last corner, having braked later. It was the last lap of the Grand Prix, everything mattered right now. Every little twitch of the wheel, a little slip of the car or of your attention. I couldn’t help but yelp as Yeosang gained advantage on Hongjoong again, the front wing of his car almost bumping into the back of Hongjoong’s as Yeosang drove aggressively, but Hongjoong defended just as fiercely. Hongjoong’s brother was a mess next to me as he kept cursing, their parents clutching each other’s hands as Hongjoong’s mother kept closing her eyes, muttering a prayer every once in a while. His father despite looking composed was shaking worse than me, eyes constantly wide as he gazed up at the big screen of the TV. My breath caught in my throat as Yeosang and Hongjoong took the last turn, Yeosang’s car slightly more ahead in the corner as he Hongjoong miscalculated the turn for some reason, and a collective gasp broke through the garage as Yeosang was now more ahead with his front wing. Nobody moved, nobody said anything as the cars sped towards the finish line, checkered flag waved crazily in the air, everyone excited for the outcome. And then, Yeosang’s car slightly lost its back, but it wasn’t anything vital as he quickly regained control and continued on pushing as if nothing happened. However, this allowed Hongjoong to slightly pass him, his front wing passing Yeosang’s, cars dangerously close side by side as they raced towards the finish line. And there it was, the victory right in front of their hands as they both crossed the finish line, seemingly in the same position, neither more forward nor backward than the other. I felt my body go limp as everyone went quiet, even the commentators, awaiting for the result. The picture came only seconds later, sent in by the race juries, broadcasted upon everyone’s screens as I could hear Hongjoong’s engineer scream into their radio from his place from the pit wall.

“Hongjoong!  You’re World Champion! Kim Hongjoong, you have won!”

And then, everyone screamed and jumped up, female and male voices mixing together as the grandstands broke into a roar of Hongjoong’s name, the fireworks going off and putting an end to this exhausting season. I barely realized, mind in shock and body frozen mid-yelp, as my body was lifted off the ground and I was whirled around as Hongjoong’s brother clutched me, cheering loudly as both of their parents cried. I couldn’t help but follow them, bawling my eyes out as I started laughing, Hongjoong’s brother carefully placing me down as the mechanics and the Red Bull team gathered in a circle and started shouting, hyping themselves up even more. My ears were ringing but I couldn’t really care about that as the TV showed Hongjoong’s car stopping at the finish line, Hongjoong hauling himself out of the car. My feet were moving before my mind could process what was happening, the mechanics ran through the pit and jumped over the fence as they ambushed Hongjoong, cheering and gripping onto him as he struggled to take off his helmet. I stood by the fence, wiping my tears away as Hongjoong’s brother jumped over and offered to help me over as well, his own hands shaking as he took my shaky ones in his. As my feet landed on the ground again, my eyes went to Hongjoong as he was down on his knees, forehead touching his car, body shaking. He was crying, I knew he was crying and it made me cry again as I consciously now walked towards him, his mechanics and team making space for me as I called out his name, my own raspy voice foreign to myself. I haven’t even realized I have screamed so much tonight until now.

“Hongjoong!” I called out again and he was suddenly up on his feet, sobs erupting from his mouth as his body collided against mine harshly as we ran up to each other, his arms caging me against himself in a bear hug, swaying us side to side as he continued sobbing into my neck, my own tears flowing heavier than they have been. All tension lifted from my body as I clutched onto my boyfriend with desperation, finally feeling the well deserved happiness and contentment wash over myself as I squealed, starting to jump up and down, making Hongjoong mirror me. He was laughing as he let out a loud shout of satisfaction, grabbing my thighs and bringing them around his middle as I yelped and held onto him tightly, getting whirled around as Hongjoong shouted loudly. I couldn’t help but laugh and press a messy kiss against his lips, our mouths unable to stop smiling as I felt love, adrenaline, happiness mix together and create an euphoric feeling in my brain and body.

“You’re a fucking World Champion, Kim Hongjoong!” I screamed and he threw his head back and laughed, mouth pulled into a wide smirk as his hands tightened around my thighs, “You are the World Champion!”

Hongjoong let out another deep shout as he swiftly placed me down on the ground and was instantly tackled into a tight hug by his brother then followed by their parents, the four of them huddled together as they celebrated briefly the victory of their beloved Hongjoong. And I couldn’t help but look around and take in the crowd, everyone ecstatic as they watched Hongjoong and the Red Bull team, jumping up and down and chanting his name. Proudness swelled in my chest and I pressed a hand against my heart, taking in a deep breath as I made eye contact with Yeosang, who had the tiniest smile on his lips as he stood to the side, leaning against the fence. His eyes glinted with proudness and he nodded at me with a grin as we made eye contact, making me break out into a huge smile. He knew the feeling, he was in Hongjoong’s shoes last year. It warmed my heart that despite their rivalry, Yeosang could still show some silent support towards Hongjoong. They’ve been racing together since a fragile age, deep down, both of them cared about each other, but in a sport like Formula One, such as friendship on the grid didn’t exist.

“Kim Hongjoong!” I heard the voice of the reporter boom through the speakers loudly, “First time World Champion! Takes the crown and bears its victory!”

And then I found Hongjoong’s eyes again and we grinned at each other as his trophy was carefully passed to him, Hongjoong’s hands clutching it tightly and carefully as if he was afraid anyone would try and take it away from him. But nobody could, because he was Kim Hongjoong, Red Bull Racing driver, first time World Champion. The first obstacle in his long journey had been just conquered, making way for many more to come. For many more victories to commence, happy and painful memories to follow. Kim Hongjoong, the Captain.

Masterlist

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This is how hard dom hongjoong watches you as he makes you cry from pain and frustration with the fakest sympathy

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Silly lil boyfriend texts with Hongjoong💕

Fluff! Slightly suggestive

Trigger warning: mentions of Wooyoung (I'M KIDDING)

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Coldhearted • J Yunho

Genre: smut •WC• 2.7k

Pairing: bodyguard! Yunho x mafia!princess reader x mentions of San

synopsis: being a mafia princess is hard, while your bodyguard is cold but so sexy at the same time.

Warnings☢️: dom yunho, bodyguard yunho, implified big dick yunho,unprotected (use protection), creampie, praise, dark intercourse, overstimulation

“I can’t believe he sent yunho of all people to babysit me”whispering to yourself, heels clicking over to your fathers office.

The frustration boiled your blood it’s was almost suffocating. Your slender fingers on the door knob of your fathers office and barge in. Your dad sits at his desk, his orbs from the important documents up to your existence before he stands up.

You know you’re supposed to knock, your father scolds, walking over to you and his fingers on your shoulders.

As your eyes rolled and a sigh fell upon “I’m twenty-two daddy, you can stop treating me like a child”

“Never” your fathers protest. I’ll always worry for your safety.

Crossing your arms over your chest. “I know daddy but I can take care of myself ain’t it weird just a man…”

Y/n glancing at Yunho board frame and his expression toward her felt cold.y/n carried on. “wearing a suit following me everywhere I go a little bit to much”

A sigh came from your father, him sitting in his chair and crossing his hands. “It’s a dangerous world out there, and yunho will make sure you stay out of harms way”

Scrunching up her nose at yunho in distaste. Then yunho rolls his eyes at your childish antics. Yunho was your fathers right hand man and his most ruthless enforcer.

You’ve never been a fan of his, especially after he almost hit you with a stray bullet from one of the mob heists going wrong a couple of years ago.

“I’m going to be twenty-three soon, I can take care of myself daddy” arguing your case.

“Honey everyone doesn’t see you as just my daughter. They see you as my weakness, and I can’t risk anything happening to you” dad replies strongly

Y/n shakes her head from disapproval. He always gets what he wants, no matter how much you prove to him your grown.y/n’s dad is the most ruthless mob bosses in busan, so it’s not shocking how stubborn and demanding he is.

“Heck fine” you spat. “Yunho can watch me”

Y/n refuses to use babysit from a grown stand point. As y/n’s fathers smiles embracing you for a hug “I only want you to be safe, darling”

Y/n’s rolls her eyes and then yunho meets her gaze, her tongue escapes her mouth in a childish way. He scrunches up his face back to you.

Then her heels click out of the office and his footsteps follow behind you.his eyes are piercing and cold falling upon your frame. Y/n knew he was always watching her.

He smirks from behind “you’re such a brat” he comments

Y/n feel her face grow warm in anger at his words. Who does he think he is calling you a brat? He’s only two years older than your brother, San, and he calls you a brat.

She stomped off from him. He’s so annoying. Yunho was the last person you wanted to babysit yourself.

It’s been a few weeks since your father decided to have yunho babysit you. He has been everywhere you go; staying in a room that your father made for him. Y/n couldn’t get rid of him no matter what you do. Her father even called her brother San to help keep an eye on yourself.

Y/n got dressed for her shift at the cafe. Working as a barista and today is your last day because you’re moving to Seoul. A business opportunity is waiting for you down there and your father has a apartment ready aswell. Yunho is traveling with you, and the thought makes you feel so annoyed

She captured her purse and walked out of the room. Walking over to the kitchen, your mother and San are having coffee. Yunho leaning against the counter typing on his screen of his phone, his gaze up at yourself

“You ready?” Yunho standing straight up

She nods, capturing the keys to the car “let’s get going” y/n said while waking out of the house

Yunho steps follow behind you, and once you reach your car, he holds the door open for you.

“You don’t have to do that,” you protesting y/n sitting down in the car.

Yunho smirks. “I was just being polite.”

Y/n sighs, then He walks over to the driver’s side, and once he’s inside, you start driving.

Y/n worked with yunho around and it annoys you. He sits at the counter and watches you work. It’s not busy, so you walk over to him. You wipe the counter with a wet cloth, and yunho stares up at you.

Do you mind if I get started on the homework I was assigned?” you ask.

“Go ahead I’m right here if you need help with anything,” yunho says as he types something on his phone.

You smile. “Thank you.”

grabbing your book bag and sit on the other end of the counter. You pull out your notebook and textbook. Yunho looks over at you, and you notice.

Smirking at him before turning your attention back to your homework.

A couple of hours pass before it starts to get busy. Quickly cleaning up your books and walk around, taking people’s orders. Yunho scans at y/n as she works and every-time meeting his gaze a wink is sent your way. She blushes and looks away.y/n hates that he effects her so much. She wishes he hated him because he’s so arrogant. You have to remind yourself that he’s older and off-limits. He’s your father’s right-hand man, and there’s no way he would ever be interested in someone like you.

The hours pass by quickly, and you’re getting ready to leave. Waving goodbyes to your coworkers and walk to your car with yunho following you. Y/n drive back home and notice how quiet it is. You park your car and look at yunho. He looks tired, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him vulnerable. You decide to break the silence.

“Thank you for coming with me to work today,” you say, looking at him.

Yunho looks at you with a surprised expression. “You’re welcome it’s my job,” he replies.

A smile creeps on yourself and get out of the car. getting inside the house to see your mother cooking dinner and San helping her.

Strutting over to them. “Anything I can help with?” you ask.

“Go get ready for dinner,” your mother replies as she cuts the vegetables.

Making your way to the room and changing out of your work clothes. Once you’re ready, y/n walk downstairs and into the dining room. You take a seat next to yunho and across from San.

Your mom brings out the food, and y/n captures the fork and dig in. Dinner is quiet except for the occasional conversation San has with yunho.

Once you finish dinner, you help your mom clean up and walk up to your room.

Y/n showering and getting ready for bed. You put on your pajamas and climb into bed. It’s late, and you have an early day tomorrow, but you can’t sleep. Grasping your phone and start scrolling through social media. Her brown ones start to drift off when you hear your phone vibrate. Scanning at the screen and see a text from yunho.

Yunho: can I come in?

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and a few seconds later, there’s a knock. slowly getting out of bed and walk to your door. She was hesitate for a second before you open it.

Yunho stands there with his hands shoved in his pockets. He smirks at you before walking in and closing the door behind him.

Y/n stand in the middle of your room, unsure why he’s here.

“Yunho, why are you in my room?” you ask, looking at him with wide orbs.

Yunho walks over to your bed and sits on the edge. He looks up at you, and his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. You can’t stop the heat spreading on your cheeks as you look at how handsome he is.

He smirks before standing up and walking over to you. looking up at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s so close to you; you can smell his cologne.

“What do you want?” you softly spoke, your orbs scanning both his eyes.

He smirks down at you before his slender pointer finger and thumb enclose on your throat and pushing you up against the wall. Your heart is beating rapidly, and you can barely breathe. His grip on your throat is firm, and he squeezes lightly, making you moan.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling it. “I heard you talking to your brother earlier today,” he whispers, and yoir frame shivers at his deep voice.

“W-what did you hear?” you stutter out, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“I heard you call me hot,” he says, smirking at your heartshapes

Your mouth dropped from what he spoke to you, remembering what you said to San. You told him yunho was hot, but you didn’t think anyone heard you.

“That was a mistake,” stuttering out.

Yunho raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “So you don’t think I’m hot?” he asks, swallowing

Y/n look into his eyes and see the amusement dancing in them. Y/n look away from him. knowing you shouldn’t say it, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop them. “You know you’re hot.”

Yunho grins, leaning in closer to your ear. “And what would you do to me if I wasn’t your father’s enforcer and you didn’t work for him?”

blushing red at his question, unsure how to answer it.

“I… I don’t know,” you whimpered.

Yunho chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear. “I think you do know.”

Yunho slender fingers trail down your curve and a cry manifests in the air. His hands stops on your hips, pulling you closer.

Feeling the hardness of his length pressed against you. Y/n gasps at how enormous he feels. wanting all of him, but you shouldn’t. He’s forbidden fruit, and if your father founds out, he would be so pissed.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Yunho’ lips are inches away from her and she just want to kiss him

Are you sure you want this? He murmured deeply against your heartshapes.

Y/n nods toward his question, pulling him down to plaster her mouth on his. Yunho’s heartshapes are hot against yours, he kisses you with so much dominance. A moan is eaten by his lips. He grips your body tighter to him feeling his member harden more.

Pulling you away from the wall and walks you over to your bed.laying y/n frame on the bed he hovers over your thick body, breaking the kiss. Scanning down at your features, his eyes grew dark before kissing again.yunho’s pointer finger roam over your pajama shirt and capture your perky breasts and squeezed.

Y/n mewl into the kiss, and a grin formed against your lips. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” yunho whispers, making you shiver.

His hands finds the hem of your pajama shorts and pulls them off. He throws them on the floor and looks at your naked lovebox. Y/n face turns hot and red . She covers her face with her arm.

He chuckles and grabs your arm, pulling it away from your face. “Don’t be shy,” he says. “You are so beautiful.”

blushing even more at his words. He leans down and chaste kisses your lips before trailing his mouth down your neck. He stops at your right breast and pulls down your bra, your hard nipple appears. He leans down, taking it into his warm mouth.

“Ahhhhh yunhooo, your mouth feels so good” her fingers flew to his chestnut locks. Suckling on her nipple and his teeth graze it and nibbles. A whimper filled his ears as he grins against your bud before moving to the other one.

He leans up and pulls his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. He reaches down and pulls his length out of his sweatpants. His slender finger trails up his shaft to the tip, and y/n smirks at the size of it.

sitting up and push him onto his back. Y/n lean down and pull down his sweatpants and throw them on the floor. You lean down, taking his length into your mouth.

“Fuck,” yunho booms, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Y/n bobbing her head up and down, swirling your tongue along the tip of his cock. He grunts, thrusting his hips forward. gagging around his shaft, and tears well up in your eyes.

He groans curses, grabbing your hair and thrusting up his hips. choking around his length . He uses your mouth as his personal toy, and you love it. Y/n fell in love of the feel of his hard member in your mouth and his taste on your tongue.

She reach down and stick two fingers inside herself . Y/n sniffle around his shaft as you finger yourself. Yunho whine her name and thrusts harder.

He pulls you off him, and strings of saliva fall from your lips. Y/n gaze up at him with tears spilling from her eyes and a puckered lips.

“You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he grins, pulling you up.

Yunho flips you over, so you’re on your hands and knees. He grabs your hips, pulling you towards his cock.

A loud slap hung in the air from his assault on your ass, making you yelp. smirking before pushing his length inside you with one swift motion. A moan escape from your wet mouth, burying your face into the mattress. He thrusts hard, making your breasts bounce. He grabs your waist, pulling you back and forth on his cock.

You moan loudly, pushing your ass back against him. He grunts, slapping your ass again. He leans over you, kissing your shoulder as he continues to drive inside you hard.

Y/n plunge her ass back, meeting his assaults. He groans, pounding faster. You can feel yourself about to cum, and it feels so overwhelming.

You’re so close, and just as you’re about to cum, he stops and pulls out. You look back at him and whine. “Why did you stop?”

“I just wanted to tease you,” he smirks.

Y/n pout, and he leans in, placing a kiss on the side of your mouth. She wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss, and before you can say anything, he’s pushing his cock back inside you.

She moan as he starts to accelerate again. He pulls you back, so your back is against his chest. He wraps his arm around you and uses his other hand to squeeze your neck

You throw your head back against him, your mouth parted as gasps fell. You’re so close to cumming again, and just as you are, he stops.

“No! Why?” you whine, looking back at him.

He grins and flips you over. He leans down, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He pushes his cock inside you and penetrated deep.

Y/n moan his name, and he groans. He continues to thrust animalistic making your bed creak. your nails down his back marking him red, his lips fills with grunts. He grabs your throat, squeezing lightly as he thrusts even faster.

You moan, getting close to cumming again. You hope he doesn’t stop this time. You’re so close, and it feels amazing.

He thrusts faster, making you whimper and moan. Y/n felt her high lace her body and She cum around his cock, and your pussy clamps down on him. He grunts but doesn’t stop thrusting. You whine that you’re sore, but he just grins.

“You can take a little more,” his deep voice booms in your ear.

He thrusts harder and faster, and you feel yourself getting close again.

“You’re going to cum again,” he grunts, leaning down and biting your neck a red and blue mark appears.

scratch his back again. Y/n clenched around his 9inch length and robes of cum spirted out of her and around him, and he grunts. He stops thrusting, and you feel his cum fill you up. You pant, trying to catch your breath as yunho pulls out and lies next to you.

He pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his chest. You look up at him and blush. “That was…” you start, but yunho interrupts you.

“Amazing?” he smirks, pulling you closer to kiss your forhead

You smile and nod. “Yeah.”

Yunho smiles down at you. “Get some sleep,” he whispers. “We have an early flight tomorrow.”

[skzdust]

Ateez Snapshots: Calling them Daddy

All suggestive. Minors DNI.

Anon request here! Daddy is usually not my fav but these were actually a lot of fun. My fav is Wooyoung's :) Enjoy!

Summary: Reader, who is friends with each member, calls them "daddy" out of the blue... they respond in a variety of ways.

Pairing: Ateez x reader

Includes: coffee dates, amusement park dates, study dates, video games, bar dates, dinner with a friend, writing a song, and touching yourself during a movie

Word count: 1.8k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

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Hongjoong:

You and Hongjoong are having coffee, and your mind starts to wander.

Hongjoong is sipping his usual iced butterscotch latte with almond milk, caramel cold foam, and cinnamon sprinkled on top, and you have your usual order. You’re staring into your drink.

Hongjoong is your best friend, but you can’t stop thinking of him naked, pushing into you with a groan.

“Hongjoong… Daddy…” You’d whisper at the feeling, at him bottoming out inside you.

“Huh?” You look up, and Hongjoong’s flushed red.

“What?” You’re confused.

“Did you just… um… call me….”

Your eyes go wide as you realize. “Did I say that aloud?”

“Um… yes, you did.” Hongjoong is looking at you, waiting for you to respond. He’s all red, his fingers tapping against his cup, slightly biting his lip.

You want him so bad.

“Hongjoong…” You murmur. “I was just…” You sigh, unsure of what to say.

“Do you want to call me that?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then… ah, do you want to…” Hongjoong looks so nervous you laugh. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing cause you look adorable…” You lean in. “Daddy.”

Hongjoong groans. “Don’t say that in public. It’s gonna make me… ugh.”

“Kim Hongjoong, does ‘daddy’ turn you on?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Maybe.” He smiles.

“Then maybe we should go back to my place.”

Hongjoong’s eyes light up. “Yes, we should.”

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Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa are at the amusement park, and your mind starts to wander.

You’re on the biggest roller coaster in the park, climbing up the first hill. Seonghwa’s hand is warm around yours, holding it tightly. You should be nervous about the drop ahead, but you can’t stop thinking about those hands, about what they could do to you.

Seonghwa squeezes, and you smile at him. “Thanks for holding my hand, daddy.”

“Daddy?” Seonghwa looks shocked, but before you can say anything, the car is toppling over the slope of the roller coaster, and you’re screaming, squeezing his hand even tighter.

Your stomach is in knots from more than just the coaster as it slows to a stop at the end of the track, and as you pull into the unloading area, Seonghwa doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Did you call me daddy?”

“I… um, yeah…”

Seonghwa smiles, a glint of mischief in his eye. “You know, if you want to call me daddy and scream, we could do something other than another roller coaster.”

You smile. “Are you serious?”

Seonghwa’s eyes dart over you. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

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Yunho:

You and Yunho are studying together, and your mind starts to wander.

Both of you are in a chemistry class together, and you just can’t get the calculations quite down. As Yunho’s showing you one for the third time, you can’t stop thinking about him fucking you on that table. You’re in one of the most private study rooms in the library, so it’s unlikely anyone would find you…

“And then you carry the one… got it?”

“Got it… daddy.” You whisper the last word.

“Daddy?” Yunho repeats.

“Yeah.”

He tilts your chin up so you meet his eyes, and your stomach jumps. “Did you mean that?”

“I did.”

“Fuck.” He says softly, his eyes roaming over your face. “You’re so beautiful, I’ve always thought that, but I didn’t think you… wanted…”

“Wanted you to dominate me?” You say boldly.

“Yeah.” Yunho smiles. “But now that I know… we’re gonna have fun, aren’t we?”

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Yeosang:

You and Yeosang are playing video games, and your mind starts to wander.

Well, Yeosang is playing League, and you’re laying on his bed and watching him. Your best friend isn’t very good, but it’s fun to heckle him as he plays.

He finishes his game and tosses his controller on the table. “I swear, that was not reflective of my skills.”

“Sure.” You laugh. “Whatever you say.”

“Oh, come on.” He spins around in his chair to face you.

“What did you want me to say? Yes, daddy, lose that game harder!” You say, joking, but Yeosang goes deep red, quickly looking away.

“Don’t say that.” He mumbles.

“Kang Yeosang, do you have a daddy kink?” Your eyes widen, and you grin.

“No!” He protests.

“You totally do, daddy.”

He puts his face in his hands. “Shut up.” His words don’t have any bite.

“Fuck me, daddy!” You whine. “Harder.”

“Seriously, shut up.” He looks at you. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll start to think you’re serious.”

“Well, maybe I am.” You say, your stomach jumping. Would that make things weird?

He blinks. “Seriously?”

“Yes… daddy.” You smile, shy.

“Fuck.” He whispers. “I love it when you say that, y/n.”

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San:

You and San are at a bar, and your mind starts to wander.

He takes another drink of his beer. “You look distracted, what’s up? Weird day at work or something?”

You shake yourself out of it. “Yeah, exactly that.”

“What happened?”

I was thinking about you fucking me all day and I couldn’t focus on my project, but I did have some fun fantasies about calling you daddy, so that was good. You think. “I was just really spacey today, I don’t know. Couldn’t focus on anything.”

“Really?”

“Yes, daddy.” You say without thinking.

San laughs. “Daddy? Where’d that come from?”

Your face goes hot. “I— um—”

“Be honest, baby.” He lifts his eyebrows. “Where’d that come from?”

San calling you “baby” lights a fire in your stomach. “I’ve been thinking about it a little bit.”

“Thinking about… calling me daddy?”

“Yes.” You look down.

“Hey. Look at me.” San says gently.

You look at him. His expression is full of compassion and maybe something a bit darker. “You can call me daddy if you want. And if you want me to fuck you, just say so.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You whisper.

“Okay, then let me finish this beer and we’ll go back to my place.” San takes another long swig from the bottle, nodding at your glass. “Finish your drink, and we’ll go, baby.”

You smile. You drink your wine as quickly as you can.

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Mingi:

You and Mingi are having dinner, and your mind starts to wander.

It’s just hamburgers from your favorite local place. You’ve gotten takeout and you’re sitting at the dining table in Mingi’s apartment.

But it feels like more than that.

“Did anything exciting happen today?” He asks, taking a bite.

“Um… not really.” You say, smiling, images of Mingi’s hand around your throat filling your head. “Nothing too interesting.”

“Whatever you say, sunflower.” You blush at the nickname. It’s your favorite flower, and it’s his special nickname for you. “But your little grin says otherwise.”

“What do you mean?”

“What really happened today?” Mingi raises his eyebrows.

“I was just… thinking.”

“About a guy?” He pokes.

You take a breath. You’ve been in love with Mingi for so long now, you may as well go for it. “About you.”

“Me?” He looks surprised. “I don’t get it.”

“I tink about you all the time, Mingi.” It comes spilling out. “You bending me over my desk, you pinning me against the wall, kissing me… all that kind of thing… daddy.” You whisper the last word.

“Daddy?” He whispers back.

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Yeah…”

“Call me that again, sunflower.”

You open your eyes. He’s looking at you intensely, his eyes burning with a fire you’ve never seen. “Call me daddy.”

“Daddy… will you fuck me?” You whimper, putting it all on the line.

“Shit.” Mingi says softly. “I’ve been wanting you to ask for so long. Yeah, daddy’ll take care of you.”

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Wooyoung:

You and Wooyoung are working on a song, and your mind starts to wander.

You usually don’t write sexy music, but the melody Wooyoung has built with the guitar combined with the riff you’ve composed on your bass has an undeniable seductiveness to it. Heavy, like a heartbeat, but somewhat risky, too. Wooyoung’s got an effects pedal plugged into his guitar that’s making it even hotter.

And you’re thinking about his fingers deep inside you as you play the bass line you’ve got down practically by heart at this point.

“That sounds really good, y/n!” Wooyoung says loudly over your playing.

“Thanks, daddy!” You say back, and then stop playing as you realize what you’ve just said, staring at him for any reaction.

“Daddy?” Wooyoung laughs. “Damn, you’re really getting into the… mood of the song, aren’t you?”

“I am.” You laugh nervously, hoping he’ll dismiss it at that.

But he takes a step closer. “Didn’t know you had a thing for ‘daddy’. I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He taps the tip of your nose, winks, and turns around to pick up his guitar again.

You feel hot all over. “What do you mean keep that in mind?”

“I just mean it’s good to know what you’re into. You know, in case you want to fuck.” He slings the guitar strap over his head, facing away from you, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

“In case— what?” You sputter.

“Oh, c’mon, I’ve noticed.” He smirks. “You stare at my fingers a lot when I’m playing. You want them inside you.”

“I— I mean, maybe.” You exhale.

“I’m up for it if you are.” He starts playing the chorus to the song, looking down at his guitar, and you notice the blush on his cheeks.

You smile. Wooyoung’s just as down bad as you are.

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Jongho:

You and Jongho are watching a movie, and your mind starts to wander.

Jongho kissing you, pushing you down into the couch, making you his.

You sneak a glance at him. He’s watching the fight scene contentedly, sticking a piece of popcorn in his mouth. He doesn’t even notice you looking.

You carefully slip one hand under the blanket on your lap.

And then you slide it under your sweatpants.

You close your eyes for a second. It feels so good to touch yourself after how worked up you’ve made yourself thinking about him. You know it’s wrong to touch yourself thinking about your best friend, much less when said best friend is sitting next to you, but you can’t stop yourself now.

“Fuck, Jongho, daddy.” You whisper, the words bubbling up on your tongue before you can stop them.

“Did you just…” The movie pauses, and you open your eyes to see Jongho looking at you, blinking.

“Oh, I was just— um—” You search for words, but you can’t find any.

He grabs the blanket and pulls it off, revealing your hand down your pants. You snatch it out and he takes it, licking your fingers and making hard eye contact with you.

You shiver. You hadn’t been expecting that.

“Beautiful girl.” He whispers. “Were you touching yourself thinking about me?”

“Maybe.” You whisper back. “I… maybe.”

“You should’ve just asked me to do it for you.” He licks again. “I would’ve said yes.”

“Can you do it for me?” You breathe.

His eyes glint. “Sure thing, baby.”