#yeosang drabble

[hwathinker]

3:38AM

"go ahead baby, move for me." yeosang said. you're currently being trapped in his embrace, hips being locked together as his cock twitches inside you

what was the cause of this you asked? starting off with your position in the bed, his legs being placed in between yours, his arm under your head as the other holding you close. his pretty face is just so pretty you can't help but to stare at it and just.. got heated up. his sleeping form himself is breathtaking. now, you're on top of him as you squirm, begging him to fuck you.

"yeo please... i'm sorry i didn't mean to do that earlier.." you groan, trying to escape his tight hug. "mmh.. this cock isn't gonna help itself, baby." he threw his head back to the bedhead, arms locked tight still. he thrusts his hips up, meeting your g spot right away as he moans. "please i'll do anything yeo, baby please?" you begged, leaning in to kiss his jawline. yeosang loosens his grip on you. putting his hands on your hips as yours meets his shoulder.

"then, bend over for me."

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oops i think it ends just right here! 🤭 sorry pooks but im getting ready a new one for my birthday special 💞 it might be seonghwa... or maybe hongjoong ;)

[323cutie]

so we've kissed woosan and yungi and seongjoong... and now we get to kiss jongsang !!!

kissing jongho feels safe, like the worst could happen and you'd barely feel it. he's so sure and confident, arms around your waist to pull you to him like it's the only thing he knows how to do. his favorite place to be is in your arms, and his favorite place for you to be is in his -- it just feels right, pressing your lips to his. he's sweet with it and knows when to stop (for both "we're in public" purposes and "i'm making you want it" purposes), but he's not against letting the both of you get lost in each other for a little while. he complains that you embarrass him all the time, but he's quick to tuck you into his chest and kiss you until you're dizzy. jongho is strong and his kisses are no different, a comforting amount of pressure mixed with the love you know is behind them. either of you might initiate it, but he's always the one that really struggles to let you go, pressing a few lingering, chaste kisses on the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, your temples. he'll hold you close even once the two of you seem to have come to a stop exchanging kisses with the excuse that it's cold or he's too comfortable to move. really, he just wants you to kiss him again (and again, and again). and who are you to deny him?

kissing yeosang is sweet. he's always tentative, but never unwilling. the first little while after you guys started dating you had to initiate kissing, but now he does it no problem -- and he always, always asks if he can kiss you before he does it. it doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing (he could have you writhing under him in his bed, whimpering and moaning) -- he'll ask. he might lean away from you if you try to kiss him in public, regardless of how quick you intend to be, but it doesn't offend you; he's still a bit shy with pda. he offers a squeeze of your hand in an apology, and lets you kiss him silly later, once you're home. here he's in his element, assertive and languid, tender to cool down your hunger. he can't ever really help the smile on his face, happy just to be sharing this moment with you -- and it's infectious, both of you grinning until it gets too hard to really kiss. yeosang doesn't mind, though, more than willing to let you put your lips all over his face, chuckling when you kiss his pretty pink birthmark at the top of his cheek. he'll return the favor tenfold, too; asking once more if he can kiss you before he dives back in headfirst, already holding back a grin.

[pixlpxie]

Just imagine having car sex at the backseat with this yeosang

[edenesth]

The Royal Librarian

Pairing: tutor!Yeosang x librarian!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

'Crazy Form' Comeback Special Series | Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho |

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"Yeosang, if you don't confess your feelings to the librarian soon, I swear I'll do it for you."

The royal tutor's eyes widened at the princess' words. Resisting the urge to slap a hand over her mouth, he hissed, "Your highness! You will do no such thing, that's highly inappropriate." Despite his disapproval, she merely smirked, enjoying the panic in his eyes as you walked past the two in the palace library, checking the newly arrived books.

Arms folded, she locked eyes with the tutor mischievously, retorting, "You can't tell me what to do; I'm the princess." Yeosang sighed deeply, questioning why he was stuck tutoring this unruly student instead of her disciplined elder brother.

"Why won't you just leave me be? I promised I'd talk to her soon," He pleaded. She scoffed, "You've said that before, and I don't see any progress. This is your last chance, or I'll take matters into my own hands."

With a defeated sigh, he smacked his palm against his forehead, muttering a curse. The princess grinned, satisfied, and resumed her studies with a quill in hand, "I'm only doing this for you because you're my favourite teacher."

Yeosang gave her an unamused stare, "You do realise I'm your only teacher."

She smiled sarcastically, "Exactly, so you have no choice but to do as I say."

As their lesson concluded for the day, the princess shot a threatening squint at her tutor, her fingers subtly gesturing, 'I'm watching you,' before she gracefully exited the library.

Defeated, Yeosang nodded and bowed lightly as he watched her leave, a sense of resignation settling over him. If he wished for a peaceful existence, compliance seemed to be his only option. His heart raced as he turned his attention to you, who were diligently ticking away on your checklist, ensuring the library remained well-organised, as you always do.

He found himself captivated by the sight of you working from a distance; in his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. From the very first encounter, he sensed it was love at first sight. As he got to know you better, he discovered that your allure extended beyond physical beauty.

Your kindness, knowledge, and passion for your work set you apart. It might sound cliché, but to him, you were incomparable to anyone else. While the princess' lessons could be torturous at times, your presence never failed to brighten his day.

He took a deep breath and dared himself to approach you. Nervously, his hands instinctively moved to straighten his hair and adjust his clothes. Despite having spoken to you before, you always made him stumble over his words like a bumbling fool.

Upon noticing the handsome tutor's presence, you greeted him with a warm smile, setting down your work documents, "Hey Yeosang, how was the lesson today? I hope her highness wasn't too difficult; she's been in a good mood lately. Do you think it has anything to do with the painter she's been seeing in town?"

He chuckled shyly, "It was alright, thanks for asking. I've heard about her new friend; she won't shut up about him. Unfortunately, that doesn't change the way she torments me."

Laughing, you shook your head, "You poor thing. What will it take for her to let you live, hm?"

Yeosang hesitated, unsure whether to be honest. He did know what it would take for her to go easy on him. This could be the perfect time to broach the topic, but he searched his brain for a way to smoothly transition the conversation.

Scratching his head sheepishly, he said, "Yeah, trust me, I always ask myself why I'm stuck with her. It would've been great if only I got the crown prince."

You nodded with a knowing smile, "I know what you mean; the prince is certainly very mature compared to his sister. It's reassuring to know the future of our kingdom is in good hands."

Drawing closer, he leaned against your work desk, attempting to appear cool, unaware of how awkward he looked. You giggled into your fist, finding him adorable. His shyness had always endeared him to you; the tutor was unlike any other guy you'd ever met.

If only he knew how special he was... to you.

"Speaking of which, the sudden news of the prince's engagement was quite a surprise, wasn't it?" He tried to steady his heart as he began his mission.

You brightened immediately, "Oh, it sure was! What a joyous occasion it is. We could use more positive news like this around Wonderland, especially with the ongoing tensions with Utopia."

Enthusiastically agreeing, he said, "We sure do! Have you also heard about the duke and the mapmaker's recent engagements?"

You nodded excitedly, sighing wistfully, "I have. It must be the season of love. Makes me wonder if my turn will ever come."

Here's my chance!

Biting his lip, he prepared for the pivotal moment, "Well, perhaps it will come sooner than expected," Your breath hitched at the direction he was taking, "Perhaps Wonderland could use another engagement soon..."

Your heart pounded as he circled around your desk to approach you, "Yeosang... what are you—" He cleared his throat and whispered your name, "I've been in love with you from the moment we first met. Will you allow me to court you?"

While you were convinced you must have been dreaming, he persistently proved you wrong by dedicating all his efforts to courting you over the next few months. The two of you became the centre of attention among the palace staff. Although he had initially hoped the princess would let him breathe, she had shifted her attention to urging him to propose.

Once he was certain that your feelings matched his own, he needed no further pushing from his student. True to his word, he kept his promise, and before you could fully grasp it, you found yourself strolling around the library with a beautiful ring adorning your finger.

"Wow, what a gorgeous ring you're wearing," Your head snapped up to find none other than your fiancé teasing you, "I know, I'm getting married soon." You responded smugly. His confident grin left you amused, marvelling at the transformation from the timid royal tutor you first met.

Gone was the once shy Kang Yeosang.

You gasped when he gently pushed you against a bookshelf, his hand shielding the back of your head as he leaned in, "Care to share who the lucky guy is?"

Slapping a hand on his chest, you attempted to push him away, "Not here, Yeo—"

But he cut you off, "Tell me."

You relented with a sigh, "It's you."

His smile widened, "That's right, my love." Any resistance melted away the moment he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Just as he had predicted, Wonderland witnessed another engagement, and this time, it was yours. It was an unforgettable union, etched into the minds of all, thanks in no small part to the princess who claimed all credit. She proudly reminded everyone that her tutor was, at last, marrying his dream girl—the royal librarian.

In case you haven't already noticed, all the parts of this series are sorta interconnected since it's in the same universe. This one also teases the next member's part. Have fun guessing who it is, teehee.

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[reallychaoticwoo]

Hi babe!! How do you think the different ateez members would be with a gf who is a single mom? Especially if a 1 y/o baby girl? I see all of them as girl dads, but truly you can choose any age or gender for the baby. Also, for obvious reasons, fem reader :). Love you 💕💕

Hello again doll 🖤🖤 Of course I am more than happy to do this as a momma myself 🖤 🎬Overview: Ateez members meeting you and your 4 year old daughter for the first time and what became of it.

‼️This is gonna have to be a two parter, so bare with me 😅😅 I may have gotten a bit carried away. I did get my sister's help with these so everyone say thank you lol 🖤🖤

❤️Pairing: individual ot8 x reader

⚠️Warnings: Probably some cussing, mentions of dead father, Wooyoung being a little shit. Let me know if I missed anything

✨️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way

🖤As always I hope you enjoy!

🧸Ateez meeting Y/N, a single mom. Part 1🧸

Part two

Hongjoong:

Walking into the music store wasn't something you expected to be doing today, but your daughter would not let up about wanting to learn to play the guitar, and she just needed to go look at some right now. So you gave in, taking her inside and looking around. You'd gotten a little distracted looking at a violin, reminiscing over when you used to play, when your daughter slipped away. Of course, she headed straight for the guitars. They were only a few feet away, and she ran straight into a man with burnt orange hair stumbling back a bit before catching herself. "Oh, uh, what are you doing in her cutie? Where's your parents?" He asked her, looking around, trying to find anyone who seemed like they were missing a child. Just that second you rounded the corner, "Oh sweetie, there you are! I told you not to leave my side." You said, looking at her sternly, before turning to look at the man, "I am so sorry about that. I looked away for two seconds." He assured you it was fine, asking your daughter why she was running to the guitars in the first place. "Oh, she wants to learn to play and insisted I bring her to look at them. I figured looking wouldn't hurt. I'd get her one, but I know absolutely nothing about guitars or where to even begin trying to find a teacher." You started rambling. He was gorgeous, and you found yourself a little embarrassed and flustered as he listened to what you were saying. He chuckled, noticing how you seemed a little overwhelmed, "I could help you find one if you'd like. I play a little, so I definitely know the best ones for beginners and more advanced options."He offered. You smiled shyly, nodding at him in thanks. Your daughter, however, had other plans, "Mommyyy, he said he plays!! He could teach me! Can the pretty man teach me, Mommy? Plleaaasseeeee??" She begged looking at you with pleading eyes. You glanced at him, a look of shock and mild panic on his face, before looking back to your daughter. "Now sweetie, I'm sure he's very busy we can't just go demanding lessons from strangers." Your daughter turned to look at him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes and lip pout to this day, "Pleaaaaseeeee will you teach me to play the guitar pretty man? Pllleeeeeaaaaassseeeeee.." She begged. He chuckled at the nickname given to him by your four year old and kneeled down to be eye level with her. "I will teach you one thing if you promise to listen to your pretty mommy and be good for her." He said, patting her head. "Okay, I'll be good!" She exclaimed, looking up at you with the biggest cheesiest grin on her face. He sat down with her and explained one of the easiest chords he knew to her, smiling brightly when she picked it up rather quickly. Heading back to you, smiling brightly, "Mommy, the pretty man taught me to play guitar!" Your daughter beamed at you. "Honey, I'm sure the pretty man has a name." You said, smiling down at her enthusiasm. "I do, it's Hongjoong." He said, looking at you with a smile. "Well, Hongjoong, thank you for taking time to teach her something. I really appreciate it. I'd love to maybe take you out to dinner sometime? As a thank you." You said smiling warmly at him. "If teaching her one chord gets me a date with her pretty mom, then she may have just found herself a teacher. He replied, handing you his phone with a cheeky wink.

Seonghwa:

Your daughter was exploring the Lego store and came across a big Star Wars set, "Mommy! Mommy! Can I get that one?? Pweeaaaseeee!?!" She asked, giving you her best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. "Sweetheart, we can't afford that.. I'm sorry." You sighed, patting her head, "why don't we keep looking, I'm sure we'll find something." Seonghwa couldn't help but overhear and walked over. "I don't mean to intrude, but I couldn't help but overhear this sweet baby asking for that big Star Wars set. I just bought this one and realized I already have one at home. If mom doesn't mind, I'd be more than happy to give it to her." He was smiling down at your daughter before looking up at you awaiting your reply. "Are you sure? It's okay really, we were going to keep looking. Plus its a bit too advanced for her age." You replied. "More than sure, and I'm happy to help her build it. As long as that's okay with you?" He shot you a warm smile. "PLEAASSEEE MOMMYYYY can we please go build legos??" Your daughter asked, practically jumping in excitement. You looked at her and back to the man in front of you, "Okay, let's go." You said looking at your daughter fondly. "Thank you, uh.. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?" "Seonghwa, and no need to thank me. I couldn't bare to see a little Lego lover so sad." You sat down in a seating area near the store and the two of them got to work. You'd noticed Seonghwa checking the directions pretty frequently, making you question if he actually already had the set at home, but you decided to leave it be. You were just grateful for his kindness towards your daughter. He was being so patient with her, teaching her where all the little pieces went asking her about what other kinds of toys she liked. You'd overheard him asking about you and not long after your daughter skipped up to you, "Mommy, Hwa wants to know if you'll come build legos with us?" Her big doe eyes pleading with you. "Oh, he does?" You looked at the man with a playful quirk of the brow. He just smiled back shyly. After some conversation between the three of you, Seonghwa reluctantly said he had to leave as he had somewhere to be soon. "But - but mommy, I want to show Hwa when I'm done!" Your daughter said, tears starting to well in her eyes. Seonghwa looked down at her and then to you. "I could uh, give you my number so you can text me when she's finished." He offered. "YES!! Pleaseee mommy!!" She said tugging on the bottom of your shirt. "Yes, that'd be nice. Thank you for building with her, you made her whole day." You smiled at him handing him your phone. He put his number in, "Don't thank me I enjoyed every minute of her happiness. And it was nice getting to talk to her pretty mom too."

Yunho:

It was your first weekend in months you weren't swamped with work. Deciding to take full advantage of your free time, you took your daughter to the arcade. Walking in your daughter immediately squealed in excitement, grabbing your wrist and pulling you over to the dancing games first. After several rounds and some pouting due to unperfect scores, she decided she wanted to try racing games. "Mommy, I wanna drive!" She exclaimed, pointing to one of the race car simulating games. "Baby, you're too short. You can't reach the peddles." You said, looking at her sympathetically. "But mommyy, I want to drive! It looks fun. I wanna be a big girl like mommy and drive!" She stomped her little foot, pouting. Just then, a very tall man walked up to the two of you, "I couldn't help but overhear, I could help her drive if you're comfortable with that? I think I might be tall enough, right?" He offered, directing that last sentence to your daughter, causing you both to giggle at this ridiculously tall man. "I think that would be okay.." You said, turning to look at your daughter, "what do you think, sweetie? Think he can reach?" You asked with a chuckle. "Yes, pweaseee!! Thank you, Mr. Giraffe!" She exclaimed, looking up at him with a bright smile. "Giraffe? I'm a giraffe?" He questioned, laughing at how adorable the nickname was. "I kinda like it! But, you can call me Yunho, since that's my name." He bent down, ruffling her hair, while looking up at you. "Otays, Mr giraffe Yunho! Can we go play now?" She asked, pulling on his pant leg. About 10 minutes into watching them play, hearing laughs come from your daughter you haven't heard from her since before her dad passed, you looked down at your phone and noticed it was almost time for bed. "Sweetheart, I know you're having so much fun right now, but we need to head home and get you to bed." You said softly, walking up to the game to help her down. "Nooooo, I don't want to go home. I want to stay with Yuyu!" She cried, holding onto Yunho. He pulled her back and gave her a pat on the head before setting her on the floor, "I know, and I want to play too, but you need to listen to your mommy. You gotta get some sleep so you can grow big and tall. So next time you won't need my help and you can play by yourself." She pouted, rubbing her eyes. "I don't want to play by myself anymore, I want to play with you forever!" You smiled sadly at her, knowing exactly what your daughter meant by that. Turning to Yunho, you said, "Thank you again. It's been a long time since I've seen her smile and laugh this much. She hasn't been that happy since her dad passed last year. You helping her play that game made her night and means a lot to me." Picking your pouting, sleepy daughter up to head to leave, Yunho stopped you. "I'd be more than happy to continue hanging out with the both of you, if you'd like?" He said timidly. "I, we would really like that." You replied, a fond smile on your face.

Yeosang:

You're sitting down at a restaurant with your daughter when two good-looking guys sit at the table next to you. "Look, Mommy! That guy looks like a prince!" your daughter says loudly, pointing at the blonde one. "Yes baby, he does, but you can't say that stuff so loud, and it's rude to point." You say a little embarrassed because they most definitely heard what she said given the fact the the one with black hair is giggling like a maniac "But mommy, that means he must have a castle and I wanna go!" She says, getting up and walking towards them."Excuse me Mr prince, can you take me to your castle? pwease I've always wanted to see one." She says, batting her eyelashes at the blodne haired man. You quickly follow after her. "I'm so sorry she's only 4, and she really loves fairy tales. Mostly the princes and castles." You say embarrassed. "Yeah, come on, Yeosang, show the little princess your castle," the black haired one says with a shit eating grin, causing Yeosang to look down, trying to hide his blush. "I'm not the princess," your daughter says to the black haired one. "My mommy is because princesses marry the princes, and I'm not old enough to marry anyone yet." She says matter of factly. With a little nod agreeing with her, Wooyoung replies, "You're so right, little one! So does that mean my friend, the prince here, should be courting your mommy? " He says, nudging Yeosang, who has yet to look up. Yeosang shyly looks to your daughter, "I would be horrored given that your mommy is a very beautiful princess, but I believe that princess should choose their prince." He said, sparing a shy smile towards you. "Well," you say, " I think I might be willing to give this one a chance." Both you and Yeosang are now smiling shyly at each other while Wooyoung and your daughter are sharing a victorious fist bump.

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[yeorisanaxox]

Squirting+ yeosang 🎀

MINORS DNI 18+

a/n: my first drabble!! Hope you like it :)

You were just as shocked as he was, having no idea you were going to come that hard to the point of squirting.

He had been eating you out for what seemed hours. Tongue just abusing your cunt in all the right ways, flicking around your clit and sucking it in his mouth greedily as if it were going to be his last time having you this way and he had to make it count. God were his knees burning from being dug into the hard floor and his jaw aching for a break but how could he stop now when the sweet taste of you weighed so heavily on his tongue, fogging all his senses? Nothing being more important than your pleasure and the need to make sure you came.

So he sucked harder and lapped faster, creating a mess between your legs causing them to shake and you lurched your hand towards his hair to ground yourself, moaning loudly.

“Don’t stop baby.” You chanted over and over, steering his head deeper into your folds and shamelessly started fucking his face.

You were so close, right on the edge, feeling the rubber-band ball in the pit of your stomach coming apart band by band. The last being so tight and holding on for dear life, it only took him humming around you, the vibration of it snapped it right in half and you let out a squeak as your orgasm came crashing down.

More powerful than usual, nearly toppling you over. And wetter.

Were you—

The sudden loss of yeosang’s grip on you and the light pattering on the floor told you everything you needed to know. Peeking down at him, seeing everything from the fronts of his clothes stained with dark spots and his face completely drenched in your arousal and fuck did he look hot like this.

Those sparkling eyes, widen, looking between you and the mess that was quite literally on him.

“You came all over me.” He says in disbelief.

He had no idea that you could do that nor that he could make you. It just made you ten times hotter and him eager to do it all again.

“I did.” You say smugly and crouched down to his level, wiping his lips with your thumb before leaning in and kissing him hard.

written by yeorisanaxox. No translations or reposting. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] ✨

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: First Realization of Love

Scenarios: First time they realize they love you + drabbles

Part One: Hongjoong/Yunho/Mingi Part Two: Seonghwa/Wooyoung

Pairings: Kang Yeosang x Gn!Reader; Choi San x Gn!Reader (<est. relationship); Choi Jongho x Gn!Reader

A/n: I got a bit stuck on these, so they might not be as good as the others, but I hope you still like them!

Warnings: Kiss in Sans; mentions of drunk man/drinking in Jonghos.

Words: Yeosang 924; San 792; Jongho 965; Total: ~2.7k

Yeosang:

When you comforted him...

Yeosang wasn't feeling himself recently.

Whether he was sick, sore, over-worked, it didn't matter, he just wanted to relax.

The others saw it and assumed he wanted to be alone, so they left him to go be menaces somewhere else.

But that wasn't really what Yeosang wanted. He didn't want to be alone, he just wanted to be comforted.

Though he had to admit, he wasn't sure how.

He didn't want to talk, or joke, or go out, but he wasn't sure how to vocalize it.

But somehow, you knew exactly what he needed, and wanted, even when he didn't.

He watched you as you entered the room, and sat nearby, not right next to him, but close.

"Weren't you going with the others?"

You looked at him with a light smile, "Nah, don't feel up to it."

He nodded in understanding but watched you for a moment as you relaxed.

You started listening to music, loud enough in your ears that he could hear it.

Glancing at you he noticed you didn't have your earbuds in your ears, but around your neck.

It was some of his favorite music, that you two shared an interest in. Music he told you he liked to listen to when he was stressed. Music he had been listening to all day.

Turning off his own playlist on his phone, he let himself listen to it from you.

"I'm ordering food do you want some?"

Yeosang blinked a few times before he felt his heart flutter. He nodded softly, "Sure."

You smiled and got up, walking over to him and sitting beside him, You leaned against his shoulder and he felt his heart flutter again.

You showed him the menu's as you scrolled. "What do you feel like?"

He glanced at the phone, realizing you were ordered from one of his favorite spots.

Looking back at your profile, he found himself admiring you closely. You were doing this all on purpose, weren't you?

You hummed softly as you scrolled on your phone, unaware of Yeosang's fond gaze.

"Maybe this?" You mumbled, as Yeosang nodded without paying attention.

Yeosang knew he had a crush on you, he had for a long time, but he never paid attention, assuming it was just a small thing, not serious. Maybe it was because you were so nice, and a comforting person to be around. You got his sense of humor, shared a lot of likes and dislikes.

Sure he liked being around you, hanging out with you, sharing his food with you, making excuses to be around you and go on dates hang-outs. But it was just a small crush, or so he convinced himself.

But as he found his heart fluttering and chest tightening at your close proximity, and the silent way you were comforting him, he started to realize. It wasn't just a small crush, it was much, much bigger than he had allowed himself to realize.

When Yeosang didn't respond to your question you looked over at him, your heart jolting at the intense gaze he had as he looked at you. When your eyes met his, he was brought out of his thoughts as his eyebrows shot up.

"Huh?" He muttered out, finally realizing you had asked him something.

You let out a soft chuckle, trying to ignore how your neck grew hot and your heart pounded.

"I asked what else you wanted." You mumbled, feeling shy under his gaze.

"Oh." He cleared his throat as he looked at your phone, shutting out his thoughts for a moment as he helped you pick what else to order.

He continued to get lost while gazing at you as you sat and waited for your food. And you noticed, how could you not?

Finally he spoke up a bit more, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Staying with me." He was feeling a bit shy now as he shuffled around in his seat.

You smiled softly at him and he felt his breath catch. "I wasn't sure if it was what you really wanted, I was afraid I might annoy you."

He was quick to shake his head, "You don't. You never do. I like- I like being around you."

You smiled at his words, your chest fluttering, "Good, I like being around you too."

"I like you."

His words came out before he meant them too, and you saw the shock on his face at his own words. As he brought his hand to his mouth.

You let out a startled yet flattered chuckle, your heart beating heavier than before. "What?"

He cleared his throat as he sat up a bit more, "I didn't mean to say that out loud."

You bit the inside of your lip, "Does that mean you don't mean it?"

He looked at you quickly with a raised brow as he shook his head, "No I mean it! I- uh." He was obviously flustered and you felt bad for him.

Leaning over you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek causing him to freeze in his nervous shuffling. "I like you to Yeosang."

He met your gaze and you saw his ears getting brighter by the second before he let out a nervous chuckle. Suddenly, taking you by surprise just as you did to him, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your face, just at the edge of your lips.

Your eyes widened in turn and he smiled, making you giggle a moment later. You smiled fondly at each other as your feelings, though a bit clumsy, were made known.

xx

San:

When you surprised him at a concert...

No matter how many times San told you, you could watch the shows from back stage, you always refused.

"I want to see you perform the way other's do."

So every show, he found himself searching for you in the crowd, it was one of his favorite games.

On this particular concert, you weren't there.

Or at least you weren't supposed to be.

They were on tour in another country, and he hadn't seen you in weeks.

Even though he was far away, he still found himself looking for you in the crowds, and always felt a soft ache in his heart when he knew he would not find you.

But this time, when his eyes caught on a familiar face and he did a double take.

You were near the front row, a large sign in your hands as you cheered for them.

You were singing along to the song and when your eyes met San's you grinned, winking at him before continuing to cheer.

San felt his heart burst, as a grin spread across his face.

As he was singing his part, his eyes kept finding their way to you, as he almost teared up at the sight of you singing along with him.

To him, there as no one else in the crowds, just you.

For the rest of the concert all he wanted was to run to you, to embrace you and hold you.

Every time his eyes caught sight of you his heart beat a little faster, and he felt more and more overjoyed.

During a slower song when his eyes caught yours once more, you were smiling brightly as you sang along with him and it clicked.

He was in love with you.

He knew he had been falling for you from the moment you met, but now he knew he was completely, and fully in love.

And he couldn't wait to tell you.

When the concert ended he quickly took off his mic, wiped himself down (not wanting to be completely sweaty when he saw you), and waiting impatiently in the bands room.

You were well known by the staff, and always made your way back to the waiting rooms after a concert so San never had to come find you.

The others had seen you in the crowd as well, and knew how excited San was to see you after so long. Leaving him along in the room, they wanted the two of you to have your moment.

He paced impatiently around the room, before hearing the door creak open. His eyes shot towards the door, his heart bursting and painfully large grin spreading across his face when you poke your head into the room.

Stepping all the way in, you barely got the door shut behind you before San was wrapping his arms around you and lifting you into the air.

You let out a surprised laugh as he spun around, before setting you down. His lips were quickly smashed into yours as he kissed you desperately, pouring his emotion at seeing you into the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you returned the kiss, just as overjoyed to see him again, and glad your surprise paid off.

When he finally pulled away, though reluctantly, he pressed his forehead against yours as you grinned at each other.

"Hi." You said with a soft laugh and he chuckled.

"Hi." He cupped your face and pressed another kiss to your lips.

"I can't believe you're here."

"I wanted to surprise you. And I couldn't wait another two weeks before seeing you again."

San let out a emotional sigh as he pulled you into is arms, swaying you gently as he hugged you.

"Y/n" He said softly and you met his gaze with a soft hum.

He gently caressed your cheek as he stared longingly into your eyes. "I realized something when I saw you in the crowd."

"What is it?"

"I'm in love with you. I love you so much it hurts." He pressed his hand to his heart when he spoke, his eyes tearing up at his own emotion.

You felt your breath catch as his eyes and words poured out all the love he felt for you. And all the love you felt for him as well, was mirrored in your own eyes as you grinned at him.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as well as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and spoke softly in reply. "I'm in love with you too San. So much more every day."

He grinned as he pulled you into another long and meaningful kiss, arms wrapped around each other as you held on tight, knowing you were never going to let go.

xx

Jongho:

When you laughed (and ran away) with him...

You didn't mean to laugh, you shouldn't, but it was perfect.

There was a drunk man causing trouble nearby, and you and Jongho had already shared many looks.

But when the man, after attempting to berate another passerby, tripped, stumbled for an extraordinary amount of time before falling into a bush, you could not hold back.

You and Jongho gasped before trying to repress your laughs. But the second you made eye contact with each other, you were both gone.

You gripped his sleeve in an attempt to control yourself as you turned away from the man to laugh.

You felt bad, but at the same time how could you not laugh?

Jongho however, was not hiding his cackle in the slightest.

Tears were brimming your eyes when you caught Jongho's eyes, you had your hand covering your mouth as you repressed your giggles.

Jongho felt his chest clench as he couldn't look away from you.

He wasn't sure if he was ever seen you laugh this hard, and he loved it.

Something in him shifted in that moment and he wished he could bottle up your laughter and keep it with him forever.

He was grinning as he was staring at you, his laugh having died down due to his focus on you.

You finally let out a few last breathy sighs before wiping your eyes. His gaze was still on you and you felt shyness beginning to take over.

As you found yourself staring back at him, you started to realize that the nearby shouting of the drunk man was now directed at you as his voice grew closer.

You and Jongho both looked over to see the angry man pointing at the two of you as he crossed the road.

"Are you laughing at me?!" He yelled in a drunken anger.

Jongho and you locked eyes in a panic before Jongho suddenly grabbed your hand, "Run."

Adrenaline spiked through you as you and Jongho bolted down the road and around the corner to the nearest park. It was not hard to get away from the angry drunk man, but your heart was racing either way.

Maybe it was because of Jongho's hand wrapped around yours.

When you slowed into a walk you looked back from where you came before laughing again. Jongho chuckled along with you as he shook his head. "Ah, I wasn't expected him to start running at us."

You shook your head with a final laugh, "Me either."

You and Jongho continued to stroll down the path, and you were aware that he had not let go of your hand, and you wondered if he hadn't realized it.

As Jongho glanced over at you, he saw you looking down at your intertwined hands and smiled to himself. He was aware he was still holding your hand, and he had no intention of letting go.

Glancing up, your eyes met his and he smiled gently at you before squeezing your hand softly and continuing to pull you alongside him.

"Where should we go now?"

Your heart started to flutter as you realized he was doing it on purpose. Jongho, the one who often ran from skin-ship and touch, was purposefully holding your hand. You weren't sure what to think as your ears burned hot and butterflies filled your stomach.

Deciding you needed to know what he was thinking you tugged his hand a bit, making him look at you.

"Why are you still holding my hand?" You asked softly, shyly.

Jongho repressed a grin as he looked down at your hands and shrugged. "Because I want to?"

"But...why?"

He stopped and turned towards you smiling a little bigger and leaning forward to lock his eyes with yours. "Because I want to."

Before you could respond with a frustrated 'why?' once again Jongho grinned and tugged you towards him as he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you.

You let out a startled gasp as you froze in his arms, your heart pounding so heavily you were sure he could feel it too.

He spoke softly, "Is this better?"

"Wh-" You wanted to speak but you were so bewildered you were unsure of what to say or do.

Jongho could sense this, and deciding to put you out of your misery let out a soft sigh. "I like you, a lot. Much more than I realized before. So I want to hold your hand. And I want to hug you." He paused for a moment, his own heart beat betraying his nerves. "Is that okay?"

You thought for a moment on his words as you took in a shaky breath and nodded softly. "Yes, it's okay."

Jongho grinned as he slowly let you go and took a step back before smiling softly at you.

He couldn't resist poking your face as he chuckled, "You're cute when you are flustered."

Gently smacking his arm he laughed before grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours once again.

Pulling you along to walk beside him again, he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, "Come on. Let's go on a date."

"A date?" You asked with a startled tone and Jongho looked back at you with soft wide eyes.

"What you don't want to?"

You closed your mouth before opening it again, your tone soft and shy. "No, I mean, yes, I do."

He grinned at you again and squeezed your hand, "Good, then let's go."

You watched his profile for a moment as you walked beside him, he had a soft smile on his face still as you slowly smiled alongside him. The sudden turn of events seemed to change the course of your life, and you were more than happy about it.

xx

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A Sweet Mistake

→ Summary: Your boyfriend texts you something rather surprising that sends you spiraling through past memories.

↠ yeosang x f.reader | 1.1k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, angst, meet ugly au, (there’s also a dash of fluff bc why not)

→ Prompts: #32. “I dare you.” + #48. Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

→ Warnings: getting dumped via text, praise, being called a good girl (bc you are duh), talking on the phone while being fingered, Yeosang is kinda depicted as an dumb asshole but you’ll forgive me (and him) by the end lol

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Your phone dings, drawing your attention away from the book you’ve been devouring for the last hour. You blink several times before staring at the text you just received in total disbelief.

[ From Y♡ at 3:15 PM ]

‘I think we should break up’

A few seconds later another message pops up.

‘I’m sorry’

Your heart races as you reread both. He can’t be serious. No way. After how you spent all evening together? The fresh memory floods your mind…

- Flashback begins -

Yeosang smirks as his fingers curl inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Wait, wait!” you rush as you reach for your ringing phone, “That’s my boss's ringtone.”

“Go on, answer it.” His eyes flare, “I dare you.”

You’re not one to back down from a challenge, so you do. And at that very same moment, his lips find their way around your already sensitive clit.

“H-Hello,” you answer shakily, “Yes Ma’am, your schedule? It’s been confirmed and emailed to you. Uh-huh. Yes, okay. Will do.” You answer your boss's questions quickly and silence your moans with a hand over your mouth as she rambles on about flights for her upcoming trip.

Your breath catches in your throat as the heat grows hotter in your lower belly, you’re almost there.

Yeosang groans as your walls begin to tighten around his fingers. “God, you’re perfect,” he whispers before licking you right where you need him. “Let go for me, baby.”

“I’ll look into it and get back to you!” you rush out, quickly hanging up before she’s suspicious, and come undone onto your boyfriend's fingers and mouth, leaving behind a soft sheen of your release.

“That’s my good girl. I love you.”

- Flashback ends -

And that was just the start of the night. So what changed between then and now? He suddenly doesn’t love you anymore?

That thought sends a sharp pain directly to your chest and tears well in your eyes while you type a message back to him.

[ Sent at 3:30 PM ]

‘Why??? What’s going on?’

[ From Y♡ at 3:31 PM ]

‘I just think it’s for the best…’

‘I’ll come by your place later to pick up my things.’

So his mind is already made up. It’s a good thing that your workday is almost over. You need to go home and cry. Maybe you’ll doordash some dinner and ice cream too. You certainly deserve it.

The ride home on the train is quick, and thankfully no one pays any attention to you as tears fall silently. And before you know it, you’re staring at a box half full of things that belong to Yeosang.

Your fingers play with the bracelet around your wrist, the one he bought you for your three-month anniversary. Its charms are a sun, strawberry, and pie slice, all of which are a small reminder of the day you first met.

- Second flashback begins -

The soft spring sunshine tickles your skin as you walk to the train station in the mid-morning light. The birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and it seems like it’s going to be a good day.

You smile. Not just a good day, a great day.

All of those happy thoughts come quickly crashing down when something from above smacks onto your head, easily knocking you down to the ground.

You gasp after the sudden impact. “Ow. What the fuck?” Your fingers reach up and touch something gooey that’s now covering your hair and face. “Ew.”

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” a stranger asks, kneeling down beside you to help. “Here, I’ve got a couple of napkins in my pocket. Let me help you.”

“What is it? Why is it warm and sticky?!” you panic, not sure exactly what to do in this situation.

“It seems to be a type of dessert? A strawberry pie, perhaps?”

“You’re kidding,” you groan. “So someone decided to just throw a pie out a window? The universe hates me.”

The kind stranger laughs, “Or maybe the universe thought you could use a little more sweetness in your life?”

“Unlikely, but thanks,” you say, using one of the napkins he handed you to wipe your eyes clean. You can see better now, he’s a cute stranger - if you have to be totally honest. Of course you would meet someone attractive in a ridiculous way like this. It’s just your luck.

You lick your lips, it’s tasty at least. “What a waste of good pie.”

“I can’t believe it landed directly on your head. I watch the whole thing happen in slow motion,” he says, struggling to hold back another laugh. “I’m Yeosang. Normally I don’t laugh at pretty girls who almost get knocked out by flying desserts, so my apologies.”

“Apology accepted. I’m Y/N, normally I don’t smell like I came directly out of a strawberry bake off but here we are.”

- Second flashback ends -

And that was the beginning of it all.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently. For instance, if you would have been slightly late to leave for work you wouldn’t be sobbing while packing up his things right now. Which is the last thing you thought you would be doing after falling so easily for him.

But you’ve never been one to beg for someone to stay. You’ve always said, if they wanna leave, let them.

‘He’s worth fighting for.’ The voice in your head practically screams at you. ‘Don’t give up so easily.’

Your doorbell chimes, breaking your thoughts and letting you know that he’s here. He has a key, which is how he normally lets himself in, but you guess things are different now.

You take a deep breath before opening the door, not sure what to expect exactly.

“Hi,” he smiles nervously and looks down at his hands which are holding…flowers? “Can we pretend the last four hours didn’t happen? I had a momentary freak-out and realized that texting you about breaking up was a mistake.”

“What?” your brows furrow in confusion.

“I still want to be with you. It just kind of hit me earlier how much I love you and I can’t imagine you not being in my life. But everyone leaves me at some point, and to make it hurt less I thought that by breaking up with you, it would make a future difficult thing less painful in the present.”

“Well,” you ask, crossing your arms. “Did it work?”

“No, I’m an idiot.”

“That may be true, but I love you anyway.” You hug him tightly and let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Next time you want to run because you’re scared, just remember that I will always love you, even when you make mistakes - like believing that I’m going to leave you.”

“Well, that’s good to know. I’m still sorry.”

“Good. You should be.”

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it's the first day of kindergarten and seonghwa is rushing to prepare you, his five year old child, ready for school. he had woken up late since his alarm had been acting up for a while now. you sat on the baby chair and chewed away at your cereal mix as you watched your father trip over dirty laundry and occasionally laughing whenever he said the funny words he himself said is bad.

after what felt like an eternity, seonghwa finally picked you out of the baby chair and snorted when he saw your mouth covered in crumbs. after he wiped you clean, he put you in the backseat and drove you to school. it went better than seonghwa thought as you kissed his cheek and waved goodbye, he was surprised you didn't cling onto his pants and cried like a pig.

you were quiet when the teacher spoke and played with the other kids. you sat at the swing, feet barely reaching the ground as you tried to push yourself forward, huffing as you swayed your feet. "do you need help?" you turned around to see a handsome little boy behind you with a few snacks in his hands.

you nodded and quietly turned back around as the boy put his snacks on a nearby bench and jog back quickly, pushing you forward with a soft push. you giggled and cheered loudly, making the boy smile softly as he pushed you harder and harder, until you eventually fell.

you pull your head from the ground with tears in your eyes as the teacher rushes towards you, but halts her movement upon seeing the boy crouch down and help you up. "are you okay?" you were about to cry but the boy's expression remained unchanging. he got on his tiptoes to kiss the scraped part of your forehead.

"there, no more booboo." you sniffled before giving the boy a big kiss on his cheek, 'thank you, you're my boyfriend now!" the teacher from afar smiled at the interaction, running to get the first-aid box. the boy tilted his head as you hold his hand, "what's a boy... boyfriend?" you giggled, "my daddy says a boyfriend is a boy who cares and loves you thisssss much!"

you used your hands to make a big circle over your head to emphasis. the boy's eyes widen as he asked, "do you like me that much?" "yep! do you?" he nodded and kissed the palm of your hand, "since you like me back, i do too!" the two giggled for a few seconds, "what's your name, boyfriend?" he smiled widely, "my name's yeosang! what about yours, partner?" "y/n!"

after school, you were upset to part with yeosang but exciting thoughts replaced it upon seeing your father waiting for you at the gate with the other parents. you weaved through the parents as he was standing far back and couldn't see you, "daddy! daddy, i'm here!" you jumped a few times before seonghwa noticed.

your father sweeped you up from the ground and tossed you in the sky a few times. suddenly his smile faltered, "why's your forehead red? did you get hurt!?" you giggle and patted his cheek, "it's okay daddy! my boyfriend made the booboo go away!" seonghwa frowned, "what! my baby-darling has a boyfriend already!?" he fake pouted, "you must not like daddy anymore, huh?"

"noooo way!" you squished his cheeks together harshly before pecking his lips, "i love daddy wayyyyyy more!" seonghwa bit back tears at the painful tingling of his cheeks, why do you always kiss him like that? "whatever, he's probably not gonna last as long as your daddy!" he kissed you all over your face as you laughed loudly.

who knew the boy that seonghwa said wouldn't last as long as himself, is standing under the flower arch right now as he had your arm looped around his arm, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in your hand and dressed in white from head to toe.

but seonghwa isn't worried at all. yeosang is a good man, and he knows because he sees himself in him, he just hopes both of you stays healthy together, unlike his late wife, your mother, who passed early on due to sickness.

as you stand opposite of yeosang, you couldn't help but feel yourself grow excited. sure, a lot of relationships are ruined cause of marriage, but you know yeosang is the right one for you. after a while, yeosang takes out a card from his breast pocket and reads out his vows, "...and i promise i'll kiss away every booboo you have, no matter how minor or serious."

you felt yourself tear up a bit after you two laughed, a little inside joke neither have forgotten. ah love, what would i do without it? and what would i do without you, mister kang yeosang?

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Treasure

Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: mermaid au, pirate au, childhood friends, angst, hints of fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Wordcount: 730; Warnings: pirate reader, mentions of battles, mentions of blood, merman yeosang, being forced into a small space, cuts, bruises

Synopsis: After years of searching you finally found the merman from your childhood again

A/N: This is written for my love @mingsolo !

You closed the door to your captain’s quarters and leaned against the dark wood. While the last battle against the marine ship wasn’t new or in any way different from the ones before, it had an extraordinary reason.

Your gaze wandered to the large and noticeably heavy treasure chest in the middle of your quarters. Four men of your crew had carried it inside, leaving again after they sent you meaningful looks. Everyone knew what you were hoping for. At least everyone on your ship. Everyone else just assumed you to be a ruthless pirate captain, who attacks ships to gather gold and riches. Only your crew knew you never cared for those because there was a treasure far more worth in your eyes.

You sighed deeply and pushed yourself away from the door, walking the few steps towards the treasure chest and kneeling down in front of it. Your heart pounded inside your ribcage as your trembling fingers hovered over the lock. You were afraid you had your hopes up too high.

After all it’s been basically centuries since you saw him the last time. You were nothing but a small kid back when you had met him but you’d never forget that day. Every little detail of it had been burnt into your mind for eternity.

It wouldn’t be possible to forget the encounter with the merfolk in the first place. They were for most seamen a legend or a myth but you had met Yeosang - a curious merchild back then - when you had played on the fisherboat of your father and fell down into the ocean. Yeosang had pulled you back to the surface and helped you get back into the boat.

You had been out of breath back then and the lack of air for a good portion wasn’t the only reason. You’ve never seen something so ethereal and beautiful like Yeosang.

You still haven’t. No treasure, no amount of gold or jewels could compare to Yeosang’s beauty.

You closed your eyes, trying to harden your heart. Even though the rumours said the marine had a merman in their clutches, you still had to remind yourself they were rumours in the first place. There was still a chance that when you opened the chest you wouldn’t find a merman inside. And even if you found a merman, there was an even bigger chance it wasn’t Yeosang.

You cursed under your breath and grabbed the bloody key to unlock the treasure chest, pushing the lid open without any hesitation.

When you looked down into the chest, you gasped and clutched a hand in front of your mouth. The chest actually contained a merman. Tears brimmed at the edges of your eyes as you took everything in.

There was only a hand’s width of salt water inside of the chest, barely covering the body of the merman. Around him laid a bunch of shells and dead corals. His body had been forced into this tiny space, leaving scratches all over his tail and upper body. Some of his scales even got ripped out and stuck in the wooden sides of the chest.

A sob broke through your hand, the pain he must have endured for who knows how long, tearing at your insides. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe evenly, needing to focus again. You wiped your eyes and looked back down at the merman, ignoring the nausea inside your gut.

You didn’t want to think about him being dead, even though it seemed so obvious. Your eyes wandered from the greenish-blue tail up to the strong upper body and finally to the face. His dark hair was decorated with tiny shells and on his cheekbone right next to his eye he had a red birthmark.

More tears streamed down your face once you realised it was him. It was Yeosang. You finally found him. Finally reunited with him after so long. You reached out to his face and brushed a few strands of his hair away. He was still ethereal - even in this condition.

Yeosang groaned from the gentle touch and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around disoriented with an unfocused gaze until it landed on your face. A faint smile played over his lips, seeing your tear-stained face and the small hiccuping you did while trying not to cry. “Guess, we’re even now.”

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Take Control

◎ Mafia!Yeosang ◎ 

∞ Author: bvidzsoo

∞ Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female reader

∞ Warning: weapons, mild stalking, illegal activities ∞ Word count: 4k ∞ Genre: non-idol!au, mafia!au, thug reader!au, partners!au ∞ Rating: nc-17 ∞ Summary: You grew up with a father who meddled with mafias and thugs, always endangering you. But when you move to Seoul you decide to take your life into your own hands and leave your father behind. It just so happens Kang Yeosang knows of this, will he help you?

∞ A/N: Hello lovelies, I had to quickly write something before I go away for two weeks, I'm already struggling not having been able to write much this week ugh I can't imagine how I'll feel not being able to write for two weeks. Anyways, Yeosang's part is here and I hope you like it! Next I will be posting Mingi's and then last San's ^^ Let me know what you thought of this little drabble! I'm not starting a taglist for this one, sorry<3 (you'll have to lurk around) Feedback is much appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

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            I had never done something just for myself. I couldn’t recall a time when whatever I was obliged to do came from the depth of my heart, was sincere, and was my wish. No, I had always tried to please others, to be good, and satisfy the needs of others. That’s just who I was, or perhaps, that’s how my father raised me so that he’d have someone he could walk all over, someone who would fix his mistakes and come to his aid like the good daughter I was. But I was fed up and had been for a while now with how the money kept disappearing from the little box I kept under my bed for dire situations, or for when my father failed to provide for us. Somebody had to pay the bills and of course, it was me. I never complained, I never talked back, I never gave him trouble, yet I was never enough. He hated that I wasn’t a guy, that I wasn’t tall, muscular, and strong, that he couldn’t send me out to beat up people and rob them, or that he couldn’t train me to become a boxer in illegal rings. Nothing was actually my fault, but my father certainly knew how to make me feel bad for even as much as for existing.

I missed my mother, not that I could remember much of her, she died when I was young, but I knew she was a good woman. Sometimes I can still recall her warm caress and her heartfelt laughter, her apple pie, and the twinkle in her blue eyes. She wasn’t from around here, she was a foreigner and it drove my father’s family away from us, they didn’t want an outsider to marry into the family but my father didn’t care. Now, even when she was long gone, the family still didn’t want to have anything to do with him, for different reasons this time around. He was mixed up in illegal things, he smuggled drugs around the country and laundered money whenever he was in the mood. Most people knew of this, he wasn’t good at keeping secrets nor was he a humble man. He gloated about it as much as he could, and he was careless and greedy, hence why we often had to move from town to town to bigger cities where we were easier invisible. That’s why we came to Seoul in the first place, to blend into the masses and expand our ‘business’.

Which, in some way, we had succeeded in doing. My father’s business was flourishing like never before and we had more money than I knew what to do with, however, that meant one thing. My father was doing something illegal illegal, and that was never good. It brought bad news and more danger than what we were used to. I didn’t have a good feeling about this, but he wouldn’t listen to me—he never did. However, being here in Seoul opened up new doors for me too. I could finally go to a good school and continue my studies. I had been interested in architecture my whole life and I was beyond ecstatic when the university I applied to welcomed me with open arms. It was a nice change of scenery to be surrounded by intellectual people who have bright aspirations and a shot at a good future. It felt nice to be away from the grim and dangerous people who held weapons in their pockets and killed you if you looked at them the wrong way. But nothing good lasted for too long, that I came to learn at a young age—probably when my mother died from illness—and so when the first signs of something being wrong after a year of us having moved to the big city showed, I knew my father did something bad. Something really bad.

It was him suggesting that I look for a well-paying job that tipped me off that something must’ve gone awry, and the fact that he started inquiring about the fees my university had—something he hadn’t even cared about more than half a year ago. So, I knew I had to brace myself for a change, but I found it hard to do that. I didn’t want to move away—run away, better said—from Seoul, from the city that had so much to offer to me. I didn’t want to drop out of university as I was finally doing something I liked, I knew I could change my life if I just decided to leave my father behind. And that’s what I had been planning to do for two months now as I was looking for cheap flats to live in—hopefully in a relatively good area—as well as handing in my resume to multiple businesses which were hiring. I couldn’t tell him just yet that I wasn’t going with him if he had to run, I had to make sure that I had everything under my control first.

The friends I had made here were understanding and oblivious to the horrors my father did, and when I voiced the want to move out on my own they were eager to help, to even let me live with them until I found something suitable. I didn’t want to lie to them, but I found it easier to hide the truth from them, less troublesome for myself as I knew they’d judge me for my past—it wouldn’t be the first time it happened. All they had to know about me was that I came from a small town and lost my mother at a young age, that my relationship with my father wasn’t the best, and that we moved to Seoul because he got a better job offer here, and that now I was finally ready to take the reigns of my own life into my hands. And it was true, I was more than ready, I craved it more than anything. I wanted to be happy, to be free, not to be so scared of people around me anymore and doubtful of their intentions toward me.

So when one evening I was going home, my heart beating fast from having to climb the hill as our house was on top of it, I couldn’t help but notice someone in the shadows behind me. No matter how many times I turned and looked behind me, even hid between two buildings thinking it would lure my follower out, nobody showed their face. Whoever was following me knew how to play hide and seek well and they stayed out of sight even when I made it hard for them. I could only applaud their skills, but that meant they weren’t here to play around, they meant serious business and danger. When I questioned my father later that night if he had gotten into trouble, he just told me to mind my own business and find a job because he wouldn’t pay my university fees anymore, thus, I knew. He had done something he shouldn’t have done.

            Whoever followed me that night never showed up again, I stayed vigilant but never came across them, so I could only hope my father had taken care of whatever bullshit he got himself into again. I found a job close to my university at a coffee shop as a barista and social media manager, and if I saved up I could pay the fees for my university without trouble. I had enough money deposited in my bank account—without my father’s knowledge, of course—that I finally felt like things were going my way. Nothing was set in stone yet, I still haven’t found a flat, but my father stopped being so stressed out and even apologized for his behavior—which was new, he hadn’t done that before. But perhaps we let our guards down too soon, the issue at hand apparently not solved at all when my father came barging inside our house last night all bloodied up, holding a handkerchief to the side of his head as he hissed and trudged to the bathroom. I followed after him and got the medical kit for him as he rinsed the blood out of his hair, hissing and cursing at every second word that left his lips. He looked beyond mad, his lips were busted open and the gun was missing from its holster.

I was too afraid to speak up as I handed him disinfectant and gauze to clean his own wounds, but my heart raced fast in my chest. If we were in danger again, I would have to get out while it wasn’t too late. I had to know what was going on, he couldn’t keep me in the dark any longer, “What happened to you, father?”

He said nothing as his jaw clenched when the disinfectant touched his open wound, eyebrows furrowing in a deep frown. He looked at me through the mirror, our face shapes were different but our eyes were the same. I was a balanced mixture of my mother and father, my blue eyes the most prominent tale-tell that I was mixed.

“Don’t worry about it.” My father’s gruff voice was harsh and I bit my lip knowing that I had to insist.

“Are we in danger?” I couldn’t help but let the questions tumble past my lips, “Do we have to move again?”

“No.” My father snapped and then faced me, his glare deep as he looked down at me, “I have to take care of some loose ties and then we’re good. We are not leaving Seoul, ever.”

I could release a sigh of relief for once, nodding at him as I handed him some ointment and a clean gauze, “I don’t want to leave this place.”

My father grunted in response and then faced the mirror again to take care of the wound on the side of his head. His next words surprised me, but the harsh tone told me not to ask anything else, “You should quit your job at the coffee shop and lay low for a while, I can help out with money if that’s the issue.”

I wanted to tell him I started working again because he told me to do so, but I bit my tongue and kept the words to myself, not wanting to anger him more. He already looked mad enough to break something, and I bowed my head before I retreated to my room, breath shaky as I closed my door. The air was stale inside my room and despite it being cold outside, it felt like I was suffocating, so I propped the window open and leaned my head outside, eyes closing as I inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly, smog fogging my vision for a second as I opened my eyes. The chill of the night was nice against my parched throat and I licked my chapped lips as I looked down the street, the lampposts illuminating it just enough to cast shadows left and right. However, what caught my eye wasn’t the shadow of a building, tree, or bench, it was the unmistakable shadow of a silhouette. I gulped as my eyebrows furrowed, suddenly feeling like prey as I stared at the hiding person in a dark corner of the street. I knew they were watching me as I felt their eyes on me, and I couldn’t help but notice the glint of their gun as they swirled around and walked off leisurely down the street, their attire all-black and hair a honey brown that looked red under the right lightning. We weren’t safe here anymore.

            But a few months passed without another incident like that and I decided not to quit my job as the paycheck was good and helped me find a small apartment close to the heart of the city. I yet had to break the news to my father but he was rarely home now, so I didn’t know when or how to let him know. I thought of bringing my friend with me, Junmyeon, but then I would have to explain too much to him and I was afraid I’d let the truth slip. I didn’t want to lose our close friendship and I was afraid of being judged by the only person who was pure and seemed to find me innocent and good-hearted.

Today had been busy at the coffee shop and I barely had a moment to sit down and just breathe, but when my co-worker finally came and joined me, I had a moment for myself. I quickly ate and splashed some water on my face to freshen up, then redid my bun and I was back at the front, smiling and being polite to our customers. I was in the midst of taking an order when there seemed to be a commotion further up in the line. A woman’s voice seemed to rise second by second and I could make out that she was accusing someone of cutting in front of her while she stepped out to take a phone call. Before me or my co-worker could step in, the man who was two people ahead of them spoke up and told her that she could take his place if this was such a big issue for her. Silence fell over the arguing customers and the woman went back to her initial spot as the one who had taken it apologized and gave it back to her. My co-worker and I shared a glance before we went back to working quickly on the orders.

As I went to take the next one, I was taken aback by the man’s natural beauty on the other side of the counter, his smile gentle and eyes warm. Clearing my throat and putting on my usual smile, I greeted him with the coffee shop’s motto and asked for his order.

“An Iced Americano would be nice, please, Y/N.” I froze as he spoke my name, eyebrows furrowing as I slowly looked up at him, my heart rate slowly picking up. How did he know my name? I never introduced myself. Seeing my frozen state he giggled in embarrassment and pointed at something on my t-shirt, “Sorry, I must have surprised you.”

When I looked down I realized he was pointing at my nametag. It was my turn to be embarrassed as I chuckled and shook my head, typing in how much he had to pay as I lowered my head, “I apologize, I’ve had a long day, I forgot I have a nametag.”

The handsome man chuckled and I stole a glance at him, still taken aback by his gentle beauty. He was tall but not to the point he’d be looming over you and his build was firm but not too muscular. His honey-brown hair was rich and fluffy as it fell in waves against his head, and I could swear it almost had a red tinge to it under the right lightning. He wore only black and a leather jacket over his turtleneck, and I noticed a silver ring on his middle finger with the infinity carved into it. It looked pretty, just like the man.

“My name is Yeosang.” He introduced himself as he paid for his coffee, grinning, “Now it’s not weird anymore that I know your name.”

I chuckled and nodded as I went to prepare his order, stealing another glance at him just as he ran his fingers through his hair, exposing the discoloration at his temple—the skin was red and formed an almost heart-like shape. This Yeosang guy was dashingly handsome with a gentle smile and warm glint in his eyes, he made me feel instantly safe and protected. I rarely come across a man who doesn’t instantly send off warning signals in my head, making me wary of them. But not Yeosang, he seemed kind and inoffensive.

“Here’s your order, Yeosang.” I tried not to blush as our fingers brushed against each other when I handed him his coffee, and Yeosang hummed, his eyes narrowing just a little. Tingles traveled through my nerves as Yeosang and I bid each other goodbye, leaving me hopeful that he felt the same tingles as I did when we touched. Perhaps he’d return to the coffee shop, and then return again and again.

My day had finally come to an end as my co-worker and I locked up, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he blabbered on about an exam he failed and now had to pay for tuition because he realized he hadn’t gotten the hang of the subject. It was funny listening to him talk, he was still eighteen and he thought he was the hottest shit in the city. Well, everyone was like that at that age, and I could only hope he would mature over time. When we bid goodbye and agreed to meet tomorrow a little earlier than our shift to stop by the library as we both needed books for our courses, I decided to take the shorter route home tonight as I was rather spent and didn’t have the energy to wait for a bus and climb not only the hill but the never-ending stairs as well.

The alleyway was darker than usual but it had nights when the lamppost wasn’t working well, so I paid it no mind as I pushed my hands deeper inside my pockets, thumbing at the pocketknife I carried with myself at all times. Snow was to be expected any minute now and I willed my legs to move faster as a chill ran down my spine, the air colder than usual, and despite the clothes that were supposed to keep me warm for the day I still felt cold. As I rounded the corner, just a few steps away from the main road, I heard rushed footsteps behind me and when I turned to look back, I was slammed into the brick wall. My gasp was loud as the backpack slipped from my shoulder and I had to blink a few times to clear my vision as my head collided with the wall. I moved fast, grabbed the pocketknife and pointed it forward, black spots covering my vision as I came face-to-face with my attacker.

I soon realized the pocketknife would do nothing; the silver gun pointed directly at my head would kill me before I could even try to throw the knife at the man’s head. The lower half of his face was covered by a thick black scarf, but upon closer inspection, I realized I knew him already. I chuckled and shook my head, lowering my pocketknife as there was no use to it.

“Yeosang, we meet again,” I muttered and leaned against the brick wall, refusing to rub my throbbing head as I squared the man standing in front of me up. His warm demeanor was gone now, his eyes were lifeless and as he lowered the scarf from his face he was sneering. It was a scary contrast to the man he was at the coffee shop, and despite the fear I felt, I decided to remain calm and collected.

“We do, indeed, Y/N.” He said my name the same way he said it the first time, however, there was more spite in it and less warmth. I licked my lips and looked around ourselves, trying to make up an escape route. Yeosang seemed to realize this as he stepped closer, the gap smaller between us, “Don’t even think about running away, I will shoot you dead if you as much as flinch.”

I gulped as I looked at him blankly, wondering what was the smartest move I could pull now. Deciding to stall, hoping he was in a chatty mood, I spoke up again, “Well, I won’t even as much as flinch then. May I know why I’m being held at gunpoint by a man I had no idea existed before noon?”

Yeosang chuckled and then took another step, the cold gun pressing against my hot skin. I closed my eyes and let out a shuddered breath as the gun pressed against my forehead firmly, conscious of the danger I was in. I had never been face-to-face with a gun before, and I realized I wasn’t ready to die just yet.

“You should thank your lovely father,” Yeosang hissed, face scrunched in disgust as I gulped, realizing my father fucked up badly this time around, “Nobody messes with the Kang clan, if he thought he could get away, he was wrong.”

“Will you kill me then?” I asked quietly as my eyes bore into Yeosang’s, his a pool of darkness as mine were a pool of brightness. Yeosang paused, almost as if he was taken aback by my question, and then the gun was gone from my forehead as he stepped into my space, having me look up at him with a thundering heart.

“I should, yes, those were the initial orders.” He muttered and I remained unflinching as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “I’ve been watching you for half a year now, Y/N, and I don’t exactly want to kill you anymore.”

I gulped, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes softened and cherry-red lips pulled into a small smile, “What then?”

He didn’t feel so menacing anymore, like the man he was just minutes ago, he felt safe and warm, it was confusing. It made no sense, and my body tensed when he caged me between himself and the bricked wall behind me as he pressed his hands against it, “Run away with me.”

“What?” I spluttered, eyebrows furrowing as I looked up into his eyes, mine wide and shocked. I must have misheard him, why would he ask me to leave with him?

“I’ve watched you for enough time to know you hate your father and the life he’s put you through,” Yeosang said, leaning down to be eye level with me, my breath stuttered for a second, “If you come with me you’ll be free to do whatever you wish.”

“This sounds like a bad deal with a mafia leader, to be honest.” Yeosang chuckled and finally pulled his arms away, letting me breathe freely as I felt my muscles relax at the little distance between our bodies.

“Because it is a deal with a mafia leader, just not a bad one.” Yeosang shrugged and then put the gun in its holster, which sat around his hip, I looked at it for a second too long, “My father died a month ago, I am the clan’s head now. If you come with me you’ll be free of all the depth your father plans on leaving on your shoulders. Did you know he’s made deals to run away and leave every issue of his on you?”

No, I did not know and it hurt. I gulped as my jaw clenched and unclenched, an indescribable rage overfilling my body. My father had no right to do that to me, to his daughter who remained by his side and took so much shit just for him to fuck up over and over again. He couldn’t do that to me when I finally had something going on for myself, I wouldn’t let him do that. I would leave like I had been planning to do, I will disappear from his life forever. I know my mother would’ve wanted me to live a happy and safe life, something my father failed to provide for us.

“Let’s run away, Yeosang.” I whispered, but my voice held conviction and coldness as Yeosang grinned, grabbing my hand to kiss my knuckles. My heart jumped in surprise and my cheeks dusted pink as he hummed, looking deeply into my eyes.

“You’re a lot smarter than your father is, as I had suspected.” He then invaded my space again with a deliciously mischievous glint in his eyes, “You and I will do great things together, Y/N.”

And I knew we would as I let him lead the way toward his expensive Maserati, my father’s favorite brand that he’d never be able to afford.

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"busy woman" - an ot8 ateez smau by @liliesformingi | reactions to texting ateez 'she's busy rn'

"yeah, i'm a busy woman, i wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night. but if you want my kisses, i'll be your perfect mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies." - 'busy woman' by sabrina carpenter

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Their reaction to you asking to cockwarm for the first time 😩

COCKWARMING ATEEZ

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, established relationship, boyfriend!ateez, fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, semi public sex (hong’s studio), dirty talk//sexual language, intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 2.3k

SUMMARY — cockwarming ateez for the first time.

HONGJOONG

“so…just sit on it?”

hongjoong closed his eyes and inhaled. he was obviously growing impatient, what with his work needing to be done and his cock resting between your thighs, throbbing with need to get inside you. he held his cock and rubbed its head against your slick folds. “yes, baby. sit on it.”

the fabric of his t shirt crumpled in your fists as you braced yourself against him. you slipped down his length, sheathing it in your warmth. you both sighed, him at your tightness, and you at the stretch. instinctually your hips began to move, but a hand at your thigh quickly halted you.

“f-fuck,” he groaned, glaring down at his hand on your thigh like he wanted to do anything than keep you from bouncing on him. hongjoong swallowed while his thumb rubbed circles into your skin. “just sit. you gotta warm it. stay still while i work, okay?”

you huffed and leaned into his chest petulantly. two seconds into trying cockwarming for the first time and you already hated it. you wanted to move, needed to. his cock, nestled so deep inside, was brushing against that gummy spot; if you could just move, it’d feel so good. by this time he’d normally be pounding into you with reckless abandon, giving into what you both craved. right now, he was still, his arms around you as he busied himself with whatever it was he was working on. despite his cock being buried to the hilt in your cunt, he paid you no mind.

it wasn’t long before you were unable to withstand it any longer. you rocked your hips over his lap, whimpered into his ear that wasn’t covered with his headphones, and moaned his name weakly. and just when you thought he had a resolve of steel, his hips rutted upwards. “fuck it,” hongjoong cursed under his breath just as his hands found purchase on your hips, holding you still while his hips snapped into you repeatedly. “we’ll try again next time.”

SEONGHWA

“this piece, and t-this piece…” seonghwa’s deep voice was hoarse with need. and even as he thought aloud, trying to keep his mind together, he just couldn’t focus on the task at hand. he cursed, dropping the lego pieces onto the table. “fuck, baby, can’t i just –” he bucked his hips in a wordless plea.

you bit your lip to stifle a moan. you picked up the pieces again, offering them to him. “no, gotta stay still. it’s the whole point of cockwarming. now, finish building your set. you’re almost done.” you were sat atop him with your back to him. you watched his hands from each side of your form take the lego pieces again and resume what he had been doing.

seonghwa rested his chin on your shoulder. “this would be so much easier if i could focus, you know.” his fingers skillfully put the set together, the sight almost hypnotic to you.

“you don’t look like you’re having a hard time,” you replied, but were quickly reminded of the very hard cock nestled inside you.

he laughed and groaned at the same time, his breath fanning across your cheek. goosebumps scattered on your skin. seonghwa’s lips were against your ear then. “maybe…maybe i could take a little break, come back to this when i’ve cleared my head a little…” a hand slid down to where you were joined, his thumb pressing into your clit.

the clench around him was immediate, and you both almost lost all resolve right then and there. it was so tempting to just let him fuck you, even bend you over this table. but you weren’t going to back down, not yet. “keep working, just a little more. i promise you’ll get to fuck me. soon.”

the lego set was soon forgotten…

YUNHO

“yunho, please…” your cry fell on deaf ears, or rather, your cry simply did not penetrate the large headphones atop his head. you whimpered, cheek smooshed into his chest as you straddled him. he remained oblivious to you, too caught up in his video game. even with you wrapped around his thick cock, he was much more concerned with defeating his on screen opponents than fucking you. cockwarm me, he said. it’ll be fun, he said. you cursed him in your head.

you sat up straight, your face to his, effectively blocking his view of the computer screen. yunho was able to look over your shoulder with ease thanks to his larger frame, and this only fueled your annoyance more. you opted to trail kisses down his jaw, thinking that surely this would grab his attention. but no, it didn’t. the only sign he was even remotely affected was the slow bob of his adam’s apple. you groaned, and with no other option coming to mind, you took matter into your own hands and began bouncing on his lap, fucking yourself on his cock.

god, it felt good. so good. and you savored the sweet torture of his cock stretching your walls over and over, at least that was until one of his long arms wrapped around your frame to still you. you looked up at him to find that he was looking down at you, finally giving you attention for the first time since you’d been on him.

“what do you think you’re doing?” yunho had now paused his game, your bounces on his cock too much of a distraction. “I thought i told you to warm my cock while I played, not fuck yourself on it.”

“your game was taking too long, and –”

“and what? is my poor baby getting needy, huh?” yunho put his controller aside to hold your waist with both hands. with his full attention now on you, and that familiar dark look in his eyes, you didn’t feel as brazen as before. he chuckled, grinding his hips into yours in a way that had you melting in his arms. “well, if you wanted my attention so bad, now you have it. just remember you asked for this, baby.”

YEOSANG

“so…we just lay here?” yeosang’s voice was low in your ear, barely a whisper as you both payed attention to the movie. you were both on the couch, with him behind you and you settled comfortably in front of him. and his cock stuffed fully inside your cunt.

“yeah,” you said, and when you readjusted yourself, you pressed him further inside, making the poor man behind you groan.

“okay,” he started, strong arm tightening around you. he sounded winded, like he was struggling not to fuck you. which he definitely was, your tight walls tempting him to move. “but if we’re gonna do this, try not to move. please.”

the need in his velvety voice went straight to your core, and god, you almost caved at the sound. you weren’t fairing much better than him, but you at least wanted to give this a try. “okay, i’ll try.”

you managed to get through most of the movie with neither of you moving. his cock was still rock hard, and you were still so wet. your mind began to go numb, only occupied with thoughts of him, the movie a mere blur to you. it was getting closer to the end, and the end meant that finally he could move, could fuck you.

you intended to make it, to wait until you saw the credits that signaled the close of the movie, but yeosang’s hand pressing against your tummy showed that he had other plans. his hips moved tentatively back and forth; it was enough to make you both sigh out in pleasure. “i think,” he spoke between small ruts, “we’re close enough to the end.”

you nodded. “i think so too…” you rolled your rear against him for more friction.

“fucking finally.” there was a symphony of relieved moans at that first deep thrust of his hips.

SAN

san landed on top of you in a heap, panting heavily while he kissed your temple. your arms remained around his neck while you both came down from the high, your sweaty skin sticking together. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you kissed his shoulder. moments later he made to get off you, but you cried aloud, limbs wrapping around his body to keep him close. “stay inside of me.”

san laughed as his forehead rested against yours. “stay inside? but why? i’m all…soft now.”

“wanna cockwarm you. just for a little while.”

san was already inclined to do as you asked, but your pretty eyes looking up at him so cutely did him in. “okay. i’ll stay inside, baby.” san remained within you, but moved you both to lay on your sides for more comfort. his arms wrapped around you protectively.

you were content to pass the time listening to his heartbeat and revel in the intimacy of the moment. there was the occasional pillow talk over the most random things, soft giggles, and sweet kisses. sweet kisses that began to linger, grow deeper, and hands tangling in hair and soft sighs filling the air. the heated energy from before returned, and you felt the way san’s cock began to grow inside your walls.

you moaned, and san laughed, throwing your leg over his hip and thrusting. “i think i see why you wanted me to stay inside.”

you smiled as he began to fuck you, fully hard cock pushing you further towards your second orgasm of the night.

MINGI

“baby, i can’t sleep like this…”

“mingi, please,” you whined. “do it for me.” your boyfriend shifted behind you, large hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock was deep, already positioned to hit that sweet spot inside you if he only moved.

“how can i sleep when you’re so tight around me?” mingi was restless, your tight cunt the only thing occupying his mind. he was much too aroused to even attempt to find sleep. he was throbbing, the need to fuck you so intense it was unbearable. “I don’t even know why you wanted to do this in the first place.”

“mingi…” you huffed and fixed the pillow under your head, trying to not move your lower half at all. “just be still then if you can’t sleep.”

“you’re acting like you don’t inwardly want me to fuck you right now.”

“this isn’t about fucking.”

“like hell it isn’t,” mingi grumbled, starting to pull his hips back to thrust into you, but stopping himself. you didn’t make a sound, but the way you clenched around him told him everything. “your pussy is fluttering around me, begging to be fucked.”

when he pushed into your backside, you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you. you heard him laugh behind you.

he kissed your neck. “what was that?”

you rolled your eyes though he couldn’t see. “okay, stop the teasing and just fuck me, will you?”

mingi thrusted into you forcefully. you cried out, barely catching your breath before he was moving again. “gladly.”

WOOYOUNG

“oh my god, wooyoung!” you cried into his neck, fists balling his shirt.

“feels good, yeah?” wooyoung kissed the top of your head while his thumb busied itself with your clit, rubbing smooth circles against the sensitive bud. you were spasming around his cock, so obviously close to cumming.

“this isn’t how it’s done,” you whined. “i’m just – fuck – supposed to warm your cock.”

“you are baby, but you never said i couldn’t rub your clit.” wooyoung was smug, staying completely still just like you asked him to despite him currently working you towards the edge. “you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

your head shook vigorously. “no! m’so close! so close!”

wooyoung smirked. “that’s what i thought.” his thumb was constant, steady rhythm on your bundle of nerves making you spiral in his lap.

“w-wooyoung, fuck!” your orgasm rushed through you, and you came hard around his still cock. you barely heard his low groan through the haze of your high.

“god, so tight, baby.” wooyoung gripped your hips, slamming you down onto him. “now it’s my turn to cum.”

JONGHO

“you’re so pretty when you’re full of my cock.”

jongho’s nasty words were punctuated by the sight of you in the mirror, splayed between his legs, your thighs open, and cunt stuffed full of his thick cock. you moaned, back arching and hips moving in search of friction. “jongho, please. fuck me.”

“not yet, i wanna admire you warming my cock some more.” his eyes found yours in the mirror, and he chuckled at the neediness in your gaze. “you can wait just a little while longer, can’t you?”

that was a stupid question only meant to tease you. he knew you couldn’t. he knew how desperate you were. you were leaking all around him, pussy begging for him to move. “i’ve already been waiting so long…”

“and you’ve been doing so good,” jongho praised with a kiss to your temple. “please just let me keep you like this for a little bit more. you’re just so pretty like this. i think we need to do this more often, baby. don’t you think so?”

you only whined in desperation. “I don’t wanna cockwarm you anymore, just want you to fuck me.”

jongho pinched your nipple, making you cry out. “so demanding,” he grunted. “if you want to cum at all tonight, you’ll stop whining, okay?”

you whimpered, but nodded anyway.

another kiss to your temple. “good, baby.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — sooooo excited to finally have this posted 😩🙌🏻

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Fucking him till his hair looks like this

[edenesth]

[7:29 PM]

Stumbling into the shared apartment with Yeosang, you swiftly covered your mouth to suppress any whimpers upon seeing your boyfriend peacefully napping on the living room couch.

After carefully placing your heels by the shoe rack, you quietly tip-toed past his slumbering figure and slipped into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you with utmost care to ensure he wasn't disturbed from his much-needed rest.

It was only upon reaching the sanctuary of your room that you collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down your face as you cradled your injured arm close. It had been a horrible day, marked by a minor accident at work amidst ongoing tensions with your boss and difficult encounters with customers. Throughout the day, you struggled to keep yourself together, merely waiting for this moment to release all pent-up emotions.

As you sobbed into your pillows, the door to the room creaked open, causing you to panic. Swiftly wiping away your tears, you sat up, trying to compose yourself.

"Darling, you're back already? Why didn't you come say hi to me first, hm? I've been waiting," Yeosang's voice greeted you as he entered the cosy space, "You know you could've just woken me up..."

His words trailed off as he noticed your bandaged arm and tear-stained cheeks, "I-I'm sorry, Yeo, it's just—" You couldn't stop the sobs escaping your lips at the sight of his concerned expression, cursing yourself internally for being such a crybaby.

Hearing your anguished cries, his heart clenched, and he swiftly moved to join you on the bed. He pulled you close, showering your head with tender kisses, "Hey, hey, it's okay. What happened to your arm? Are you alright? Please, talk to me, darling."

Your sobs only grew stronger in response to his care. Nestling your head against his neck, you stuttered out, "One of my c-colleagues didn't see me approaching and accidentally s-swung her envelope opener toward me. I tried to shield myself with my arm, and that's how..." You gestured to your injured arm, feeling miserable.

"I'm so sorry, darling. Why didn't you tell me? I could have picked you up from work if I had known you were hurt. And don't try to hide it from me; I know that can't be the only reason you're upset." He whispered, his lips gently pressing against your temple as he offered a comforting squeeze, careful not to worsen the pain in your arm.

The following words that left your lips broke his heart, "I d-didn't want to burden you with something so trivial, Yeo. You're already s-so busy; my work troubles must seem insignificant compared to yours."

Drawing back a bit, he cupped your face, meeting your tear-filled gaze, "What did I tell you about thinking like that? Your problems, no matter how minor you think they are, bother me if they bother you. I never want you to keep things from me again, understand? Promise me you'll always come to me first, no matter what."

He couldn't help but chuckle when your only response to that was an adorable wail, finding your vulnerability endearing as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder once more, "Y-you're the best boyfriend ever, Yeo. I l-love you so much."

Placing a gentle kiss against your hair, he grinned softly, "I love you too, darling. More than you can imagine. Now, I want you to tell me every single thing that happened at your workplace today. I'm not usually one for aggression, but I won't hesitate to deal with anyone who dared make you cry."

With a light giggle, you pulled away slightly, "Oh, you wouldn't, you little Maltese."

You squealed as he playfully tackled you onto the bed, glad to see you lightening up and teasing again as he leaned in for a firm kiss.

"A Maltese, huh? I'll show you a Doberman."

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This was super self-indulgent. I had a horrible day and ended up getting hurt in a rather similar fashion yesterday. Also wanted to show Yeosang some love after all the hate he's received for his role in my current Seonghwa series HAHA

Speaking of which, part 14 of The Way to His Heart should be out by this weekend! Hang in there, my lovelies! As always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3

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What’s up babe? How’s it going? Could you please write something about how each ateez member would be like coming home to reader with a established relationship??? Love you🥰🥰🥰

⛓️Looove this idea! I still have longer fics in the works. Please dont worry! Figured I'd at least post a bit of a shorter request for you all today🖤 Im working on making my masterlist and making things easier to access. Please just bare with me through this process, lol⛓️

✨️Coming Home to You✨️

❤️Pairing: Ateez (individually) x reader

⚠️Warnings: Possibly some cussing, suggestive, lmk if I missed anything 🖤

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way‼️

🖤Hope you enjoy! Also, shout out to my day 1 and biggest help @evis-gossip thank you for all the amazing ideas and for helping me proofread🖤

Hongjoong:

A man really invested in his work, it's his pride and joy. He never thinks much about leaving until he's already on tour. Then he realizes just how much he misses you. Coming home he is quick to wrap his arms around your waist and smother you in kisses. He missed you and your body more than he thought he could and he will absolutely be making up for lost time. First, you have to open all the gifts he got you from every single place they stopped.

Seonghwa:

Walking through the front door, he is quick to drop his bags and give you the softest most lovingly passionate kiss. He already planned a spa day for the both of you on his way home and is telling you to pack your bags. Taking you out for some relaxing time together is all he wants right now. He's glad to be home, you are his home.

Yunho:

He is picking you up and twirling you around giving you little kisses in the process. Your giggles are like music to his ears and oh how he's missed his favorite songs. Placing you back down he is quickly dragging you to the couch for cuddles. And of course you're watching your favorite comfort movie: Spiderman.

Yeosang:

He isn't usually one for being extra but he missed you more than you could imagine. He's dipping you down in the most passionate kiss, whispering how angelic you look in your ear. He'd whisk you away to your room for cuddles and little nap. He really missed sleeping with you in his arms.

San:

He is coming in and picking you up IMMEDIATELY. You're getting kisses everywhere, your face, neck, shoulders, head, anywhere he can reach with you in his arms. Once he's satisfied, he's carrying you to the kitchen and placing you on the counter, so he can make the two of you dinner. After a romantic candlelit dinner, he's taking you to bed and taking his time making sure every single inch of your body gets loved and worshipped.

Mingi:

He is walking in and scooping you up bridal style without a word. He'd carry you straight to the bedroom saying he's made sure his schedule is clear for the week and you two will be spending every second of that together. He's ordering delivery and turning on your favorite anime, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a human blanket. He's missed his baby and neither of you will be free from this cuddle puddle anytime soon.

Wooyoung:

He's walking through the door and looking around with a fake pout on his face. "What, no party? You must not have missed me that much. I'll just go back". Once you give him a scolding look he's quick to grin widely in return, running to you and spinning you around in his arms. He'd say he was just joking and you'd most definitely punch his shoulder calling him an idiot. He's quick to ease the playful tension, pulling you to the bedroom, saying you'll be having a "two person pleasure party" then.

Jongho:

He made a pit stop in the car on the way home. There was absolutely no way he's showing up without your favorite flowers and a new book for the two of you to read together. At home, he's giving you the biggest bear hug, before putting your flowers in a vase for you. He'd ask if you want to read together now or later, in case you had other plans. You of course chose to lay in his arms, your back against his chest, as he read to you placing gentle kisses to the top of your head in between paragraphs.