#yeosang request

[reallychaoticwoo]

Ok. It's kind of long but. An ateez Yeosamg x fan reader. They go down to the area of the concert day before to get some pics and hang out with some friends. While hanging out the topic of virginity and squirting came about and the reader is the only one in the group who never had sex or even touched herself so she didn't have an idea what squirting was. She was wearing Yeosangs jersey at the time* and as Yeosang and Seonghwa pass through Yeosang hears the girls conversation and notices the jersey. And interrupts them and asks the reader to follow him not telling her where. Etc. He makes her squirt more than once if you don't mind. And gives her mind blowing oral, regular sex and rough. And creampies her? From there he realizes how sensitive she was so he makes her squirt after creampie and does after care

It's alot😔

⛓️ Honestly I LOVE requests that are detailed that way i know im writing what you want🖤 With that being said i did take the liberty of adding some possessiveness in there as well, i hope you dont mind lol! As always, i hope you enjoy and thank you for your support!⛓️

✨️A Tiny Trainee✨️

❤️Pairing: Yeosang x reader

📝Word count: 6,834

⚠️Warnings: MDNI!! cussing, smut: fingering, squirting, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it up buttercup), slight Dom Yeo, subish y/n, dumbification?, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, slightly possessive Yeo, ummm lmk if i missed anything i suck at these🖤

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idol(s) in any way‼️

🖤Hope you enjoy!🖤

It was the day before Ateez's concert and you and your friends could not contain your excitement. You all were currently hanging out in the hotel you'd gotten near the arena they'd be performing at so you wouldn't have to worry about traffic before and after the show.

Wanting to make the most of the day one of your best friends, Hana, asked if you guys wanted to go scope out the area and get a better idea of where you'd be spending the majority of your day tomorrow. Of course, you and your other bestie Fae, agreed.

You all get dressed quickly. You decided on your Yeosang jersey, a little black crop top underneath, and a cute pleated white skirt. You paired the outfit with your black converse and pulled your hair up into a simple ponytail. Finally dressed you all make your way out the door and to the arena.

You couldn't lie, the arena looked a bit small from the outside. You knew it wasn't though, considering how many seats had sold for both of days they'd be there. You walked around for a while, noting the enterances and talking about where they'd probably put the lines for tomorrow. You'd passed a small concrete area that seemed like it'd be a great spot for random dance play. Behind the concrete circle there was a small feild where you and your friends agreed there would probably be merch lines. You guys walked around for about an hour before deciding you all wanted to sit down before continuing your quest of mapping out the area like a trio of pirates mapping their next voyage.

Taking a break from your walking, you made your way closer to the entrance of the building where there were a few trees and places to sit. "So, full delusions speaking, but what would you guys do if you got handed a nda for your bias?" Your friend Hana asked. She was always the first to think of the best (and most delusional) case scenario. "Hmm.. Well besides signing it quickly and jumping his bones?" Fae asked, equally as feral and delusional as Hana. "Well obviously. Okay, okay. Let me ask this then, what would you guys WANT to happen if you got a night with your bias?" Hana asked before quickly answering her own question. "Personally, I'd absolutely die if San did a private performance for me. He'd rip the leather strap off his other sleeve before shoving it in my mouth. Obviously he'd have me squirting repeatedly." Hana sighed daydreaming about her answer. Fae giggled at her friend before giving her answer. "I mean.. I bet it would take less than two seconds for Yunho to make me squirt. Between those hands and the fact we all know that man is hung like a horse, I'd gladly scream his name all night. My only want is that he completely destroys me." You laughed at your two extremely feral friends, not really having anything worthy of adding to their complete smutfest.

Hana noticed you weren't really talking and turned to you, "What would you want to happen if you got a night alone with Yeo? I know you're a virgin but you have to have some fantasies." You thought for a moment. "I mean if i'm being honest, I'd like to just get to know him. I dont even know what squirting is... and I'm not entirely sure if i want to seeing as it has you two loosing your minds. He probably wouldn't even want to take someone to his room that didn't know what they were doing anyways. It'd be nice to just talk.. Get to know more about him then whatever the media posts, ya know?"

What you and your friends failed to realize was that Yeosang and Seonghwa just happened to be walking by and had possibly (most definetly) stopped to ease drop on their fans conversation. They hadn't expected you guys to be dicussing all the sexual things your friends would like to do to their members, but couldn't bring themselves to leave as it was just too interesting to pass up. Seonghwa looked to Yeosang when you were talking and nudged his friend playfully. "You heard her, you can't have that sweet little Atiny thinking you wouldn't enjoy her just because she's a virgin." "Well I also can't just take her virginity for shits and giggles Hwa. That's messed up." Yeosang was quick to reply, a look of disapproval painted on his face at his friends words. "So why don't you at least talk to her? She said that'd be her ideal night with you anyways. See where it goes." Yeosang thought it over briefly as you and your friends continued your chat.

"All I'm saying y/n is it wouldn't hurt to just put yourself out there more." Fae said with a sigh. You looked at your friend with defeated eyes. "I know, but it's not really something I take lightly. I'm not going to mess around with just anyone, and I'm absolutely not just handing over my v-card to someone i don't know won't just take it for granted." A muffled cough caught the attention of you and your friends. Quickly turning your head to find the source of the sound, your eyes widened in shock and awe as you spotted Seonghwa and Yeosang standing mere feet away. They walked closer before greeting you and your friends with a polite smile and wave. "Sorry to intrude on your conversation, but my dear friend Yeosang here couldn't help but notice your jersey. We just wanted to stop and say hi to our fans." The taller of the two spoke with a polite smile, but the gleam in his eyes said there was much more to this greeting than he was letting on. Yeosang was desperately trying to hide the blush creeping up to his cheeks as he turned to you. "Hi, I hope we aren't interupting anything.. I just wanted to say hello and ask if you'd maybe be interested in coming with Hwa and me to talk? It's not very often we get to just converse with our fans, and we're not really supposed to be out and about right now."

You looked to your friends before returning your attention to the etheral looking men in front of you. "We'd love that, thank you." You tried to contain your excitment so you wouldn't scare them off but your eyes were practically gleaming in awe as you looked to them. "No offense to your lovely friends, but we were hoping to chat with just you. I hope that's okay? I can get all of you upraded to VIP and into send off as a thank you for lending us your friend for the evening." Seonghwa directed the second half more towards the two girls staring at you eagerly. "We'd love that!! Thank you so much! We will be on our way then. Take good care of our bestie!" Fae and Hana pulled you in for a quick hug whispering in your ear before they pulled away. "We want ALL the details when you get back tonight!! Good luck girl and please for the love of everything have fun!" With that, your two friends were walking away, leaving you with your bias and your bias wrecker. 'Those horny bitches.' You thought to yourself as they disappeared around the building.

"I hope it's okay we stole you away from your friends.." Yeosang said softly as he turned toward you, bringing your attention back to him and Seonghwa. "Honestly, it was perfect timing. They've been hounding me about my uh.. life choices regarding men so it's a nice break. Plus obviously, I'm a huge fan so I'd be dumb to pass up getting to chat with the two of you." You smiled at him and Hwa as you spoke. The taller of the two spared a quick glance at his shorter friend before focusing his attention on you. "About that, I hope I'm not being too forward, but we did happen to overhear some of your conversation. If you had any questions or wanted to try anything we'd be more than happy to... assist." Seonghwa spoke with such effortless tact. His voice like desire itself, and his eyes pure sin. You gulped feeling a bit insecure under the gaze of someone you were positive knew exactly what he liked and what he was doing. Looking to your feet and shifting from one to the other you tried to come up with a reply that wouldn't have you embarrassingyourself further. Thankfully, Yeosang stepped in before you could open your mouth. "Of course we are more than happy to just keep things friendly! My friend here is just a bit... eager to please. Please don't think we would try and pressure you into anything. If I'm being completely honest I'm perfectly happy just getting to know you." You smiled up at him. "We could uh.. see where it goes then. If that's okay?" You prayed he didn't hear the shaking in your voice. "Of course. Now, are you comfortable coming to my hotel room? We really aren't supposed to be out here right now." Yeosang asked, Seonghwa nodded, confirming his younger members words. You smiled at the two before stepping in between them with a bright smile. "Lead the way!"

The three of you made your way back to Yeosang's hotel room with few words. Once you had all made it inside, the two idols made themselves comfortable. Yeosang took a seat on his bed sitting crossed legged; Seonghwa took to the chair at the desk in the corner of the room. "You can sit anywhere you'd like. You don't have to stay standing. We're hoping you'll decide to be here for a while." Yeosang said while gesturing to the bed and the miniture couch that was not too far away in a small sitting area in the room. "Hah, yeah. I guess it would be pretty uncomforable to stay standing." Your nerves were definately getting the best of you. Depsite the rising anxiety of being in such close proximity to the two idols you most certainly had fantasized about, you made your way to the bed, sitting next to Yeosang.

"Well, it's been a while since we've gotten to have an actual conversation with anyone outside of the company, so tell us about yourself." Seonghwa said as he sat forward, elbows resting on his knees. Yeosang turned in his spot to face you as you spoke. "Well, there's not really a lot to tell. I'm in my 20s, I live relatively close by here. I probably have too many hobbies to count.. Umm, I suck at talking about myself.." You started to trail off, embarassment coursing through your body like a tidal wave. "We could ask you questions then if that's okay?" Yeosang offered. "That works for me." You tired to make yourself relax and not seem so tense as you answered their questions.

SH- "I'm gonna ask a couple, so feel free to answer or not answer whatever you want. You said you have a ton of hobbies, can you list a couple of them? Are you more of a homebody or do you like going out? What's your favorite animal?"

Y/N- "Well, I like to draw, dance, sing, crochet, sometimes i make my own jewelry. Basically anything and everything that can be considered artsy or creative. I also read, build legos, have houseplants. I want to think that I like going out but if I'm being completely honest, I really like being at home and reading a good book or doing any of the hobbies I have. And, hmmm, I know it's weird, but my favorite animal is a capuchin monkey. They're insanely smart and funny. But if we're talking your basic house pets though, I don't really have a favorite. I love them all, cats, dogs, bunnies, fish, they're all adorable!"

YS- "That is a lot of hobbies, but it must be really nice having a multitude of creative outlets. I also like reading and plants. Although, I don't really get to have as many plants as i'd like. Do you have any pictures of your plants? I'd love to see them!"

Y/N- " I do! Here let me show you."

It wasn't long before you found yourself more relaxed in their presence. You were now laid back against the headboard of the bed, Yeosang sat next to you but with a modest amount of space between you two. Seonghwa moved closer, now sitting at the foot of the bed criss crossed facing you and his brown haired friend. "I do want to know, why are your friends so adamant about you getting out there more?" Yeosang shot his black haired friend a warning glare at the invasive question. You choked back a shocked gasp and cleared your throat. " They just want me to be happy and think that somehow getting freaky will make that happen." Seonghwa just nodded to himself at your answer, but Yeosang looked up at you curiously. "Why would they think you're unhappy?" His eyes showed genuine concern even though his face remained neutral. "Well, I guess because I'm always the third wheel when we all go out. They both have boyfriends and I don't. Plus I've complained to them before about how I wish I could find someone I felt comfortable enough to be with romantically and intimately. They think i'm holding myself back, but I don't want to feel like i'm settling, ya know?"

The two men nodded at your confession. Naturally Seonghwa was the only one confident enough to speak during the rather heavy moment of silence. "Do you feel comfortable with us?" Yeosang was quick to shut down his older members train of thought. "No offence Hwa, but I don't think that's really appropriate to ask right now." You glanced up at Yeosang then to Seonghwa and back to Yeo. You shakily reached out your hand to the one sitting next to you. To your surprise, he took it. Taking a deep breathe to gather yourself, you replied. "I do feel comfortable with you two BUT.. there's two big problems with that. One, I don't nessecarily want to loose my virginity to two men at once. That seems..uh.. honestly.. really intimidating. And two, I also don't want to have sex with someone i'm never going to see again. I'm not that kind of person. I always thouoght i'd be in a relationship before I ever did that with someone so I don't really know how I feel about that, even if I know the entire fanbase would probably kill me for passing up the two most gorgeous men that have ever walked the earth." Yeosang's blush was bright red and his hand squeezed yours in understanding. Seonghwa, although he tried to hide it, seemed to blush slightly at the compliment as well.

Yeosang looked to the man on the foot of the bed, a silent conversation going on between the two. Before you could apologize for reluctantly turning them down, Yeosang squeezed your hand again and spoke. "Hwa, I'm going to run over to our managers room to see if we can get some food delivered. Will you come with me?" You were suspicious as to why they both needed to go but before you could ask one of them to stay Hwa was already speaking. "Yeah. I'm starving anyways. Pizza sound good y/n?" You nodded, a sweet smile on your face as you leaned back into the pillows. "We'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable!" Yeosang turned to you with a cheeky smile before shutting the door behind them.

"She is considering it, you know. If you weren't so timid you might actually be able to get her to." The eldest spoke as he walked beside Yeosang. "Despite what you may think, that wasn't and still isn't my goal here. She seems like a really sweet girl and we have a lot in common. I was being completely honest when I said i'm more than happy just getting to talk to her." The shorter of the pair replied a bit sharply. "You two do have a lot in common. Like the fact your friends are also tired of hearing you complain about your lack of love." Seonghwa snapped back before letting out a defeated sigh. "Look it's obvious you both are interested in eachother. I don't care if you end up bringing he back to Korea with us if it means you can actually be happy. Just... just don't keep holding yourself back from possible good things." Yeosang just nodded at the eldest's words. He had a point. Yeosang did like you so far. You two have similar intrests, you've been very sweet and polite, albiet a bit timid, during the little bit of time you all talked, and you were stunning. He had to be honest with himself, he's always hoped that one day when he finally got to settle down it'd be with someone like you.

After what seemed like ages, but was really only ten or fifteen minutes, the pair returned to the room. "Pizza should be here in about 30 minutes. I honestly might pass away before it gets here i'm so hungry." Seonghwa whined as he plopped down on the couch nearby. You giggled at his dramatics finding it rather cute compared to his imdimidating seductiveness from earlier. "I think you can make it 30 minutes drama king. Here I was thinking Wooyoung was the most dramatic of you all." You joked. Yeosang choked back a chuckle while making his way to the bed where you still sat, before adding, "Hwa doesn't play about his food. He might actually pass away if it takes too long. But he most definetly can make it 30 minutes." Seonghwa only lazily glared at Yeosang before pulling out his phone to pass the time.

Yeosang scooted further onto the bed so he could make himself comfortable. "Want to watch a movie while we wait?" He asked. You smiled at him nodding your head. "Heck yeah, movie and pizza is my kind of hang out." You giggled, but internally you were cringing at yourself. Yeosang noticed and quickly asked, "What's your favorite movie?" You thought for a second. "That's hard cause there's so many good ones. Have you ever seen The Fifth Element. It's a bit older, but I love it. It's a si-fi movie and there's a scene in it with an opera singer and her voice is absolutely mesmerizing." Yeosang's eyes sparkled at how excited you were telling him about the movie. "I haven't seen it before, let me see if I can find it so we can watch it." You couldn't contain the giddy smile that spread across your face at the fact your bias was eager to watch one of your favorite movies with you. You felt like you were dreaming. "Found it!" He shouted triumphantly as he pulled up the movie on the TV facing the bed. Pressing play, he smiled at you before leaning back into the pillows and making himself more comfortable.

"You know, we could..uh.. would you want to.. maybe come cuddle?" Yeosang asked looking at you out of the corner of his eyes trying to hide the embarassment spreading across his face. You blushed at his question, but scooted yourself up next to him laying your head on his shoulder. Seonghwa, who was still sitting by himself on the couch glanced over at you two cuddled up together and smiled to himself like a proud mother whitnessing her son's first date.

As you two laid side by side, your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but stare at the man next to you. He was gorgeous, etheral, like something otherworldly. You couldn't bring yourself to fully comprehend how in the world you ended up next to him in his bed watching your favorite movie, but you weren't complaining. Maybe in a different life Yeosang would be the one you gave up your virginity to, the one you trusted to not leave you. Maybe in a different life he could be the one you ended up with. Maybe.

A knock at the door shook you from your thoughts. Seonghwa shot up like lighting from his seat and answered the door. Grabbing the food from their manager, he said thank you before shutting the door and turning around to place the pizza on the table in the sitting area. The gigantic grin on his face at the sight of the food was priceless and had you giggling to yourself. "He really does love food." You said, turning your head to look at Yeosang. He let out a soft giggle himself, his shoulder lightly moving your head as he laughed. You looked at him with such softness his heart skipped a beat. "You know, I felt you staring at me a second ago. Care to share what you were thinking?" He teased. You hummed in consideration. "Oh, you did? Uh.. nothing really. I was just thinking." "Uh huh, I figured as much. Tell me what you were thinking about." You glanced over to the man stuffing his face full, praying he was too engulfed in his gluttonous love affair to be listening. Looking up at Yeosang you sighed. "Okay but please don't make fun of me... I was just thinking about how if things were different and we met on normal terms that this would be a great first date. How if you weren't an idol who will obviously have to leave in a couple days, that we could maybe actually have a chance at becoming something down the road. It's stupid, I know.." Something inside you almost whimpered at the truth that was inevitable, but you were determined to make the most of the time you have now. "I don't think that's stupid at all. And who's to say we couldn't continue to get to know each other?" You wanted to laugh in his face. There's no way he could think that'd be realistic, but the hope in his eyes said he very much did.

The two of you had made your way to the sitting area. Yeosang claiming the spot next to Seonghwa, and you sitting on the floor in between his legs. "You don't have to sit on the floor ya know?" He said looking down at you. You tilted your head back to meet his eyes and asked, "Well where do you suppose I sit then? You two take up the entire couch." He chuckled at your sassiness and reached down to lift you onto his lap. "You could sit here. That way I don't have to feel all lonely." He replied, earning him a punch on the arm from Hwa who stared at him like he just committed the biggest act of betrayal. "I am literally right here. But I'm glad to see you two finally opening up more. It's actually quite adorable." The matching blush that appeared on your faces only proved the eldest's words rang true.

After quickly eating together you all made your way back to the bed to continue the movie. Before pressing play you and Yeosang filled Seonghwa in on what he'd missed while he was impatiently waiting on the pizza. After catching him up, you resumed your movie, and your cuddling. Once again, you found yourself sparing numerous glances at the man beside you. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildy at his proximity, at the fact you were still here with him and Seonghwa and it felt so natural. Seonghwa, feeling a bit left out and lonely scooted closer to you hoping he could join in on the cuddles. Unbeknownst to you Yeosang was quick to glare in his direction, a silent declaration to back off. What you did notice though, was how the brunette pulled you closer into him, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on the top of your head. Seonghwa took it for what it was. Yeosang had finally made his decision, even if he wasn't fully aware of it himself. Seonghwa faked a yawn before looking over to the two of you, "Alright you two, I'm gonna head to my room and get ready for bed. Y/n thank you for hanging out and letting me get to know you some. I'll see you tomorrow at the show! G'night Yeo." You said your goodbyes as Seonghwa made his way towards the door. Before he closed the door behind himself he shot his younger member an encouraging wink.

Grabbing your phone for the first time tonight you checked the time, 10pm, and noticed several messages from your friends.

Hana: SOOOO how's it going???

Fae: Girl at least let us know youre alive you can fill us in on the rest later

Hana: I hope your lack of reponce means youre enjoying yourself ;)

The most recent message from a few minutes ago being came from Hana. "Are you coming back tonight or do we need to plan a meet up for tomorrow?'

You looked to Yeosang who quickly noticed the expression on your face. "Your friends message you?" A sigh and a nod, "Yeah they're wondering when i'll be back and it's getting kind of late. I should probably be heading out.." Yeosang's heart quivered at the thought of loosing your company so soon. He wasn't ready for this time together to end, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't think he'd ever be ready. "You could stay... Ya know, if you want to of course. We haven't even finished the movie and it'd be a shame to have to cut our date short." You glared at him through your lashes, a faint smile spreading across your lips. "Date?" He returned the smile and interlaced his fingers with yours. The simple action sending your heart into a frenzy within your chest. "Yes, date. If you're okay with it being one. I'd like this to be the first of many." You held back your initial reaction to ask him how that would work, how you two would even be able to have more dates. Instead, you squeezed his hand and smiley brightly, your cheeks red and sore from happiness. "I'd love that. Let me text my friends and let them know I'll meet them tomorrow then." He nodded. You quickly typed out a message to your friends, 'Hey, I'm staying the night. I will tell you guys everything tomorrow i promise! We can meet in the lobby in the morning. I'll ttyl!'

Cuddling closely to Yeosang, his arm around you, your head on his chest, your leg draped over his, you felt a pang of want somewhere deep inside you. Deciding to act first for once you looked up at the beautiful man with need in your eyes. "Yeosang..." You whispered softly. He turned his head to look at you, confusion, and something similar to desire swimming in his eyes. "Yes, beautiful?" You couldn't help the immediate blush that dawned on your face. "I...I...I'm comfortable with you.." You couldn't maintain eye contact, looking at his chest as you waited for whatever his response may be. He grinned, softly, sweetly, and lifted your chin so you'd meet his gaze. "Are you absolutely sure?" You gulped, fighting your natural instincts to back out. No. You wanted this, him, it felt right, every single thing about it felt right. "Yes. I'm sure." He nodded and leaned in to take your lips in his own. He pulled back only slightly before he whispered, "Good, I am too."

Before you could so much as question what he meant by that, his lips were crashing against yours yet again. Soft. They were so soft and plush against your own like they had been perfectly made to kiss you and only you. His hand grazed down your side finding its resting place on your hip, his other found purchase at the nape of your neck pulling you closer to him. The smallest of whimpers escaping your lips only to find a home in his. He pulled back to catch his breath, his thumb rubbing gently against your hip. "Lay back for me beautiful. I'll be gentle I promise, and we can stop whenever you want okay?" You nodded as you moved to lay on your back in the center of the bed. Nervousness and excitement washing over you in a melody of increasing desire. Yeosang made his way above you, straddling your hips as he leaned forward to claim another kiss. "Are you okay with me taking off your skirt?" His eyes were soft, caring, and patient. "Y..yes. Please do." You managed to say, already breathless from the rush of emotions you'd long been afraid of letting yourself feel.

Yeosang ever so gently moved his thumbs under the waistband of your skirt. A tingle ran down your spine at the whisper of touch as you lifted your hips enough to let him glide your skirt and underwear down your legs. As the clothing hit the floor he slowly kissed his way up your legs. Placing lingering kisses to each leg slowly moving closer and closer to the place you were now aching most. You absently mindedly spread your legs, a simple but much-appreciated invitation. Two more kisses were placed on the uppermost part of your inner thighs, and Yeosang stopped, hovering right over your needy bud. His eyes met yours, a silent question as if to once again ask if you were sure. The barely audible "Please" that escaped your mouth was all he needed. He placed a soft kiss on your clit before slowly licking it in short precise flicks. The moan that escaped him at the taste of you had your body shuttering beneath him. His kitten licks turned into full-blown laps as he devoured your virgin cunt like it was his last mean. His tongue moving in long lines through your folds before darting inside your walls. You were already lost in pure bliss, a feeling of a spring getting ready to snap slowly building within your core. Yeosang reluctantly pulled himself back so he could insert a finger. Starting slowly, he pumped it in and out at a snail's pace. "Fuuuck.." Your back arched into the feeling as you whimpered beneath his touch. Leaning down to place another gentle kiss on your clit while he slid in a second, then third finger. His pace slowly increased as he found the spongey spot that would have you coming apart for him. Continuing his pace, he moved his thumb to your clit applying gentle pressure as he rubbed in circles. He kissed his way up your body, stopping only long enough to pull your crop top over your breasts so he could kiss them too. He kissed up as his fingers fucked you faster and faster until he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. "Do you even know how beautiful you sound right now? How fucking good you taste? Fuck... you're going to break me.. and I'm going to let you." His deep whisper echoed through your body like a catalyst that set the spring in your core loose. Your walls clenched down on his fingers as your eyes snapped shut and your world went white. The moan that escaped you was nothing short of sinful, and he only wanted to hear it again and again. As the waves of pleasure and release finally subsided, you opened your eyes, trying to take in your surroundings and bring yourself back to your body.

By the time you were fully past your out-of-body experience, you saw Yeosang at the foot of the bed taking off his soaked clothes. "D..did I.. what was that?" You asked. He only smiled widely as he replied, "You squirted. I can't wait to make you do it again." The tingle that went through your body felt like lightning at his words. You couldn't wait to do it again, for him, because of him, you were far from done. You sat up to remove your jersey and crop top before dropping them to the floor. Yeosang was quick to pick up the jersey though, handing it back to you. "Put this back on, please. I want... I want to see you in it when I finish making you mine." You shivered at his words as you put the jersey back on, leaving it unbuttoned.

Without so much as another word, he was back on top of you, lips against yours, hungry yet patient. His only goal was to make sure you enjoyed yourself. That's what he cared about most, your pleasure. You couldn't help but glance down in between heated kisses, taking him in. He was huge. Way bigger than what you thought he would be, and thick. Your walls clenched around nothing at the thought of him claiming your pussy as his own. Molding your walls to fit him and only him perfectly. As if he could read your thoughts, he smirked and grabbed his generously sized member, sliding it through your slick folds before lining it up with your entrance. You bucked your hips forward, a wordless plea. One that he happily answered as he slowly, painstakingly slowly, inched his way in. He let out a groan as he fully sheathed himself inside."Fuuuckk, you feel so good. So perfect." Your walls clenched around his length as he spoke. He took his time with you, his strokes long, deep, precise. Planting kisses down your neck, your shoulders, your chest, to your perfect tits. You were sensitive but hungry. Finally understanding why your friends would go hardcore feral over their fantasies. You were living a fantasy of your own right now but you wanted, no, needed more. You slid your arms up his back letting your nails gently graze his muscles on their way back down. Again, you repeated the motion but clawed slightly harder. A whine escaped your mouth as you begged for more. "Y- Yeosang p..please.. fuck.. I need more. Please" His soft attentive gaze turned borderline sinister as he grabbed your hips pulled himself out and swiftly flipped you onto your stomach. Lifting your hips so your ass was on full display before spreading your legs and snapping back into you without warning.

You screamed his name at the sudden intrusion, painful pleasure rushing through you causing your toes to curl. He only took that as a sign to continue his torturous snaps, hitting all the right spots, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "So fucking perfect for me. You're taking me so fucking well doll, I could stay here all night buried in this perfect little cunt." You practically purred at the praise. His hand snaked around your front to grip your throat pulling you to your knees, your back flush against his chest. He nipped and sucked at your neck as his grip around your throat tightened. Your walls constricted, your eyes shut, your release so eminent. Just as your body started trembling he reached his other hand around to rub small swift circles on your throbbing clit. "Fuck me... you keep choking my dick like that and I'm gonna bust before I can pull out sweetheart." His release threatened to burst as he lost himself in your warm slick sex. "So don't. Cum in me Yeosang... please. I want you to fill me up..already so full want your cum too.. please.." You couldn't help how pathetic your babbling sounded. You needed him, you needed this, so fucking much. His brutal thrust only became more frantic, hitting deeper and deeper, his fingers on your clit matching his thrusts. You arched further into him, legs shaking furiously, your cunt repeatedly tightening around his dick. "F-fuck...i..g'na..ahhh!" Your voice cracked as you reached your peak. Your orgasm hitting you like a hurricane, your eyes shut as you lost your focus, stars swimming around in your eyes. Yeosang pumped only two more times before your orgasm pulled him over the edge and he was burying himself all the way inside you as he spurt hot ropes of cum deep inside your spasming walls.

Yeosang slowly helped lean you forward pulling out as you laid face first against the bed. You combined release coating his dick and leaking out of your spent pussy as he helped you turn to your back. "I can't believe how sensitive you are... making you squirt could get dangerously addictive, doll." You absent-mindedly hummed in response still reveling in the feeling of floating as you slowly came down from your high. He smirked at how fucked out you looked laying on his bed with eyes still hazy and a spent grin across your lips. "I'm gonna go get some things and then start us a shower. I'll be right back beautiful." You blushed at the term of endearment like he hadn't already called you a few like he hadn't just fucked you senseless. "I don't know if it's the post-orgasm brain talking or the fan mentality, but I'd say you're treating me much nicer than you should be considering you'll be leaving in two days."

The look he gave you was nothing short of disappointed, maybe even a bit pissed. "Me leaving soon has nothing to do with what happened tonight. I thought you'd realized that before we had sex, but since you haven't I guess now would be a great time to tell you. Seonghwa left when he did not just because he was tired but because he went to talk to management and the other members for me. I really like you y/n and I absolutely plan on seeing you again so we worked out a couple of options so you could pick whatever you're most comfortable with. You could come back to Korea with me and we can either set you up a room in the dorms or get you your own place. Or you can stay here and I'll pay for your travel to come and visit as often as you'd like so we can continue to see where things go." Your mouth was agape as you blinked your eyes trying to process what he'd just said to you. The tears in your eyes threatened to escape and you looked at the man before you. "Y..you would do that.. for me?" He stepped towards you and lifted your chin until your lips were mere centimeters apart. "Yes. I absolutely would. You don't have to decide right now, but I do hope I get an answer before we have to leave." His lips met yours in a tender kiss before he moved to get the shower started.

Finally in the shower, after some much-needed help from Yeosang, you leaned into the warm water letting it fall over your body. You took a moment to enjoy the way your body relaxed as the water cascaded down. Once you looked at Yeosang, your heart started singing. How could this man cause you to feel like this within mere hours of knowing each other? Sure, you've been a fan for years, but you were sure that what you saw wasn't always who he was. And, it wasn't, it was so much better. "I think, I think I want to come back with you. It'll be a little difficult figuring out what to do about my lease and all my things, but I've always wanted to leave the States anyway. Plus if this goes as well as I think it will I don't want to be asking you to pay for me to come and see you every weekend." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Don't worry about your lease and all of that, I'll get it handled. The only thing left to figure out is if you want to stay in the dorms with me or would you prefer your own place nearby?" You faked being deep in thought for a moment before answering, "Well that depends, don't you think I'd be a little fast-moving to have someone you're not even dating living with you?" It was his turn to pretend to think. "I suppose it would be a little weird but that shouldn't be a problem if you say yes." You shot him a curious look, your eyes narrowing as you asked, "Say yes to what?" He pulled you flush against him, his hands resting on the small of your back. "It's definitely moving fast but I don't care if you don't. I think this could be something really amazing. Will you be my girlfriend?" You kissed him so fast he stumbled a step back before steading the two of you. "Yes!"

OBLIGATORY YEOSANG TAGS: @evis-gossip @yeosangcutie0615

[moanz111]

Could you maybe do an ateez fake texts where you send them a video of their concert and in the video your screaming for another member and they get jealous👀. (Crack)

ateez reaction to you sending them a video of you screaming for another member at their concert

genre: fake texts/smau, crack/humour (i tried)

tags/warnings: some are a bit suggestive, stupid jokes, swearing, they're all jealous, no gendered words are used for reader, the relationship with the members is ambiguous so imagine whatever you want to

note: thank you so much for requesting and i'm sorry for making you wait for such a long time!! i hope you enjoy this! 🤍 also, this was hilarious to write right after i went to their concert for real 😭

[littlexbunni]

‎‧₊˚✧ bff!ateez texts ✧˚₊‧

requested: you try to set them up with a friend but they have a crush on you

hyung line ver.

warnings: mutual pinning turned into confessions?, some swearing, reader being a lil airhead, uuuh I think that’s it folks

notes: I got a couple of very similar requests so I decided to combine them. please let me know if you want the maknae line ver.! I decided to test out splitting up the members for more detailed requests. If this bombs then I know not to continue lol. also… joongs was long bc it ended up that way ( T_T) it was painful to try to stretch it to three screenshots so the rest of the members are like 2- 2 1/2.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

for the ask and receive ♡♡ members: hongjoong, wooyoung, & yeosang dialogue prompt #'s: 105, 113, 125, 129, 131 kink #'s (just in case you need them as well): 203, 204, 211, 212, 217, 221, 224 i hope i did this right if not let me know ♡♡♡!! go crazy with your imagination cause i do not have an idea at all and i know you will write something amazing.

➯a/n: duuuude i had so much fun doing this 😭 i think it's fair to say i went a smiiiidgeee (i went WAY) overboard but like i couldn't help myself. this was one of those times my brain wouldn't stop, especially cause you picked such good prompts for this trio 😩 i did indeed go crazy with my imagination kkkkkk sorry for the wait, i hope you enjoy !! <33

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❥Kim Hongjoong x Kang Yeosang x Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

❥polyteez x fem reader

18+.MINORS, TAKE YOUR LEAVE.

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, a/b/o

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: 203 praise + degradation double whammy !!, 204 oral sex, dom hj + ys/switch wy/sub reader, 211 overstimulation + 212 edging/orgasm denial, getting caught, mxm, poly pack dynamics, mixed hybrids pack (holy shit star isn't doing werewolves ?? the world is ending lmao), 217 hair pulling, scent kink, one spank, cunnilingus, blowjobs + face fucking, cum marking, 221 creampie/breeding, 224 knotting.pet names (babe, puppy, foxy, darling, pretty), name calling (slut, whore), not proof read

prompts: 105 "you're so pretty like this", 113 "bite me harder — i like it", 125 "want to find out what we can get away with before people start looking for us ?" , 129 "you want to cum ? ... oh, but do you deserve to ? ", 131 "make me your personal toy"

➯a/n2: you've knocked something loose in my brain and i want to make more for this mixed pack au gawd 😩 please let me know if you like this because i have MANY ideas fr

♡masterlist !♡

and may i finally present to you...

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     "I hate you so bad right now."

    "Oh, come on! It was an accident," Wooyoung draws on in a whine from his seat on the edge of the bed, "you snuck up on me!"

     You drop your arms to your sides, pausing the way you dab at the stain on your shirt in favor of glaring at him, your lip snarling up to expose your teeth.

     "Okay, fair enough," he bites his lip to stop the laugh that wants to come out. You; a mere puppy hybrid, showing him; a full blooded fox, a threat display. It was amusing that you thought your teeth were threatening.

      He had spilled, accidentally of course, his cup of alcoholic punch on the both of you when you ran into each other.

    And that's how you ended up back in your room while the party your pack was hosting continued downstairs. He was already shirtless, he didn't really have a care about his soaked clothing and just threw it in your laundry basket while you were trying to get as much out of yours as you could.

     He could sense that you were getting frustrated, your scent turning sour. "Hey," he says softly, quickly on his feet and cupping your face, "it's just some punch, Babe. I guarantee that Hwa can get it out no problem."

     "Yeah..." You take in a deep inhale of his scent, letting the familiar smell of rice pudding calm you. "I'm sorry I overreacted. My heat's coming up, you know I get bitchy. I'm almost as bad as you are~"

    He laughs with you, gently rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs while admiring you for a second. "Here, get out of this," he grips the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head — his eyes immediately on your chest.

    "Are you thinking what I think you are?"

   "No- aaah, that's a lie and you know it," he grins, tracing his hands up your sides, "you're so beautiful, I can't help myself."

    "Oh, hush-"

     "Hey, I got an idea." Wooyoung's ideas usually end up either very fun or very bad. "You want to find out how much we can get away with before people start looking for us?"

     Fun it is.

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Yeosang and Hongjoong had looked all over for you both downstairs. Yeosang was starting to get frustrated because they couldn't find two of the packs precious omegas.

"-probably just upstairs," Hongjoong hums while leading him up. He's a beta, they're calm and confident and can keep their animal in check — unlike an alpha;

Yeosang for instance, who is simultaneously seething and pouting at the fact that some of his pack is unaccounted for. He isn't the leader, but he is the alpha. And he feels personally responsible for all of you.

Wooyoung's room is empty, so they land at yours. As soon as Hongjoong twists the doorknob, the scent of your arousal floods their senses.

They're stunned for a moment as the delicious smell of you and Wooyoung mixing together wafts around them.

"Youngie, st-stop, fuck me already," they hear you moan — and Hongjoongs hand acts for him as he pushes the door open all the way.

Wooyoung has you pinned to the bed by his grip on your hips, his face between your thighs and his hips twitching every so often as he slurps at you. Your legs are trembling, and you're covered in a shimmering sheen of sweat.

You've been gone for a good hour. And by the look of your disheveled appearance, at least forty-five minutes of that have been Wooyoung lapping at your cunt.

"Get in here," Yeosang says through his teeth as he pulls Hongjoong into the room by the back of his neck. He already has a very noticeable bulge in his jeans.

The slam of the door gets your attention; your eyes immediately trained on them, and Wooyoung simply looks over his shoulder before returning to his task. "Young, stop-" You squeak while trying to pull him away by his hair, but that only makes him moan into you.

"Don't stop on our account," Yeosang chuckles as your head falls back to the pillow, covering your face embarrassedly while your hips twitch in Wooyoung tight grasp. "Naughty little omegas sneaking away to get off~"

Wooyoung moans into you again, the vibration against your sensitive heat making you cry, "please!"

Hongjoong crawls onto the bed between your legs, spreading your legs further to join Wooyoung. Yeosang is straddling your waist in a second flat and pulling your hands away from your face.

"Is he teasing you, puppy?"

"Yes- ah!" Your arms tug under his grip as a rougher tongue meets your over-worked clit.

Hongjoong, your snow leopard packmate, is licking up the mess the fox had made of you. Said fox is now slipping on top of him and grinding against his jean-clad bottom with a quiet whine.

"Yeah?" Yeosang pouts mockingly as he leans down and inhales deeply at your neck. "Poor darling wants a knot so bad, is that it?" He can smell how close you are to your heat — but you aren't quite there yet.

If you were, he'd be giving you what you need as quick as humanly possible. He and Yunho, your sweet golden retriever mate, are the only two who can fully satisfy you when you're in heat. The others can knot, sure — but only they can breed you the way you need it. He'd never be so cruel as to deny you when you're in heat. But otherwise, Yeosang loves to be mean and teasing.

"Is that it?" He asks again, meeting your pleading eyes.

"Yes, pl- oh, fuck~" Your eyes flutter shut as Wooyoung's thumb comes to your clit while Hongjoong's tongue finds its way inside of you.

Wooyoung has gotten you nice and worked up, dripping all over the place and desperate for release because even though he'd been eating you out for more than half an hour — he never let you cum. You're sure to burst into tears if your orgasm gets ripped away again.

"Let me cum," you say in a quick breath, wrapping your fingers around Yeosang's tightly as he moves his grip down your arms. You blink at him, eyes shiny and big and pleading. He almost caves when he looks at your literal puppy dog eyes.

But you sound so pretty when you beg.

"Hm?" He tilts his head, a slight blush on his cheeks as he hears the ravenous way the others are eating you out. "You want to cum?"

"Mhm!" You whine, fidgeting beneath him as your pleasure starts trickling over the edge — you're so close you can taste it.

"Oh, but do you deserve to~?"

His words, along with the way they simultaneously stop their actions, makes you wail pathetically, kicking your feet until the beta between them holds you down. "Please! Please!"

Wooyoung giggles from his place atop Hongjoong, giving your swollen clit a ghostly soft stroke with his knuckle. The feathery touch makes you sob, your cunt twitching infront of them; begging for relief.

"C'mon, Alpha," Hongjoong says, his smirk so prominent that you can hear it in his voice, "let your pretty puppy cum. I wanna taste it~"

The doberman hybrid ontop of you bites his lip — calling you, and Yunho, his puppies is a sure fire way to get him horny beyond belief; and he's already hard and twitching in his jeans.

"Please?" You pout. Legitimately pout, lips trembling as you open them to speak, "I'll be good- I'll be so good! Please, just let me cum!"

As you ramble on, he grins, "you can cum."

You're too elated as the men between your legs start up again to notice the dark glint in his eyes.

Wooyoung's fingers curl up inside of you in time with every swirl of Hongjoong's tongue on your clit; and you're so filled with ecstasy that you hardly notice your impending orgasm.

When it snaps inside of you, you find yourself gasping and panting; clawing at Yeosang's pants and trembling beneath him as he holds you down with his chest on yours. A small line of drool makes it out of the corner of your mouth — but it doesn't get very far before he licks it up.

He kisses you softly, rumbling happily when you move your lips against him even through your daze.

When your intense trembles turn into mere twitches, the duo between your legs finally pull back a bit. Hongjoong kisses your clit and makes you jolt, a little whine muffled by Yeosang's lips.

As soon as he withdraws his fingers, Wooyoung is shoving them in Hongjoongs mouth. The taste of your release makes him purr, already wanting to go back in for another round.

But Yeosang has better plans.

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"Ride." Is Yeosang's only command as he settles you over Wooyoung's hips.

Immediately, you're obeying your alpha, sinking down on Wooyoung's member despite the way your cunt is pulsing from your intense orgasm just minutes ago.

The man below you is whining, trying to buck deeper but held in place by Hongjoong's hands pinning him to the bed — talk about karma. "Fuck- faster, Babe," he pleads, hands kneading your chest.

When you finally collide your hips with his, you start rocking them back and forth slowly. His jaw drops, and he's met with Yeosang grabbing his face and taking advantage of that by shoving his tip into his mouth. "Be a good boy and suck it."

He doesn't need to be told twice — not right now, anyways. He feels too good to be his usual defiant self. With your hot, gooey walls massaging his neglected cock; he'd do anything without being told twice if it meant keeping that sensation.

Hongjoong isn't one to be left out, and you aren't one to let him be. He straddles Wooyoung's chest, and you immediately lean down and start kitten licking at his twitching member. "That's it," he purrs, gathering a good portion of your hair in his hands gently, "such an good puppy, don't even need to be told to suck~"

The way your hips grind against him just a bit faster makes Wooyoung moan, muffled around the other man's girth. He groans quietly at the sensation, petting back Wooyoung's hair with a grin.

When you wrap your lips around Hongjoong's tip, he takes control from there; making you suck him how he likes. And he likes to hit the back of your throat and make you gag. He loves it, actually. The way you moan and whine around him as he tries to fuck your throat like it's your pussy.

He pulls you back and forth by his previously soft grip on your hair, making you meet his thrusts. You're so focused on breathing, trying not to seriously choke, that you've stilled ontop of Wooyoung's member. Just clenching and fluttering around him, leaking so much arousal from the way Hongjoong is using you that it's creating a puddle between you and dripping down his balls.

He's just as much a mess as you, drooling around Yeosang with his eyebrows creased together while he holds back from slamming into you.

"Didn't our Alpha tell you to ride?" Hongjoong groans, pulling your face to be flush with his hips as he leans over and smacks your ass. A gurgled 'mhm' is all you can give when he's stuffing your mouth and the entrance of your throat full. "So ride, slut~"

When you start bouncing your hips up and down, your hands on Wooyoung's stomach to brace yourself, he has to pull away from the alpha and suck in some much needed breaths. He can't even bring himself to open his eyes, the sight of Hongjoongs arms flexing as they pull your face to meet his thrusts would be entirely too much — he knows this because he's made that mistake before, and you were made to keep riding him even after he came when seeing the way you were sucking Jongho's cock.

"Faster," he breaths out a whine, "please, faster!" Even though he knows it's going to make him cum, he can't help but beg for more. "Please, Babe, make me your personal toy!"

You gag and sputter around Hongjoong so much that spit comes flying between you, and he pulls back with a chuckle to let you collect yourself.

Yeosang gives Wooyoung's flushed cheek a kiss before crawling down the bed and coming behind you. "C'mon, puppy," he hums as he grips your waist, guiding you to start your bouncing again, "faster. Make him cum inside of you. Milk him like a whore-"

He whines loudly, bucking into you suddenly and making you gasp. "Youngie!"

"Milk me, milk me — fuck, yes!" He's nearly sobbing as you start riding him faster with Yeosang's help, his eyes rolling back into his head as he grabs Hongjoong's thighs to ground himself. "Let me- ah! Let me knot, please!"

"No," Hongjoong growls softly as he leans and wraps his hand around the base of Wooyoung's cock, already feeling his knot swelling up. "We want a turn too, don't be a greedy slut."

"Pleaseee?" He whimpers, pout on his lips even though none of you can see it. "You can- oh, fuck... You can use me wh-while I knot her! Don't you want it, Babe? Want my knot?"

"Mhm!" You nod quickly, your hips slamming down roughly thanks to Yeosang bouncing you like a doll. "Let h- I want it!"

Hongjoong giggles at your simultaneous begging, and he looks to Yeosang with a grin; who returns it with a nod.

"Fine," the beta says as he lets go of his cock, an elated moan coming from the man below you as you start sliding up and down on his growing knot with every bounce. "Such a needy whore," his words only make Wooyoung's knot swell faster, "so desperate to knot that you offer yourself up~"

When Wooyoung lets out a particularly whiny moan, Yeosang slams you down; making you yelp as his knot gets lodged inside of you — his cum joining it not a second later.

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Wooyoung couldn't be more pleased with this turn of events.

He's laying on top of you with his knot swelled all the way up and not showing any signs of lowering — especially not when Hongjoong is pounding into him and making it throb inside of you every time he hits his g-spot. His knot isn't the only thing keeping you in place, he's got his arms locked around your neck in a sweaty hug; he refuses to ever let go of someone he's mating with.

"You're so pretty like this," Yeosang hums from beside you all, his hand sliding up and down his length in time with Hongjoong's thrusts; trying to imagine it's him doing the pounding. He would love to knot any of you right now, but he has a habit of putting his pack mates first. "Pretty little omegas locked together, getting fucked~"

Wooyoung hisses as you clench around him — it's all you can do, really. His cock won't be moving for a good long while, and he growls anytime you move your hands from the way you hug him to try and play with your clit. He buries his face deeper into your neck, moaning happily as he inhales your scent — and then, moaning needily as Hongjoong gives a particularly rough thrust.

Without thinking, the fox takes your shoulder between his teeth. He's made to let go as his jaw drops when your walls gush and pulse around him. "Fu-ck," he hiccups, wrapping his arms around you tighter and wailing when Hongjoong starts absolutely pummeling him. Your actions had made him clench, and it sent the beta spiraling with the need to knot. "Did you j-ust cum?"

"Shut up!" You whimper as you dig your nails into his back, "bite me harder! I like it! I like it, I like it, please-" Your pleading is cut short when Yeosang leans over and captures your lips; swallowing your yell as Wooyoung bites down on your shoulder like he's trying to mark you as his mate all over again.

The sight of you all with your mouths on each other sends Hongjoong careening off the edge, grabbing Wooyoung's hair tightly as he fucks into him through his orgasm; a messy ring of cum on his knot before he slams it into him, growling loudly as he locks them together.

Wooyoung is filling you up all over again, whimpers and whines from both of you as his warm seed joins his previous release.

Yeosang has the mind about him to slip his hand between you and the other omega, not clouded by his knot. He twirls his fingertips around your swollen clit just a few times before you're crying into his mouth. He fists his cock harder as you start fidgeting; trying helplessly to get away from the overstimulation.

Hongjoong grabs your waist, pinning you down with Wooyoung's weight as well as his own as he lays on top of you both. He's done growling, just purring with satisfaction as he nuzzles Wooyoung's back.

You sink into the bed below them as Yeosang finally stops his torture of your clit, panting heavily and watching him with your pupils wide as ever as he kneels beside your face.

"Wooyoung, c'mere," he commands through his moans as he jerks himself, using his free hand to pull his face out of your neck. "Let me mark my omegas."

Wooyoung cranes his neck and presses his cheek to yours, watching the man with a similar fucked-out expression to your own. Hongjoong trills softly as he watches, a dopey smile on his lips.

Yeosang cups your cheek gently, stroking your heated cheek. "Give me a lick, pretty puppy." You roll out your tongue obediently, flicking it over the leaking head of his member. "You too, little foxy." Wooyoung is mirroring you in a millisecond flat; both of your tongues laving over his flushed tip.

All he can do is watch with lust filled awe for a moment before his orgasm creeps up on him, his brain demanding that he mark you both with his cum. "Open," he pants out quickly, fist tightening around himself.

Wooyoung smooshes his cheek back to yours, hugging your neck tightly as you both open your mouths wide and stick out your tongues.

A lewd display, for sure. But none of you care.

Hongjoong rocks his hips, making both of you moan with your mouths wide open, your eyes closing instinctively as Yeosang spills his load all over your faces. Very little actually gets in your mouths, but that's not where he was aiming anyway.

All four of your scents are potent and mingling together in the most primal way, and his cum is the delicious cherry on top.

Which might be why Wooyoung is licking it up off your face like an animal.

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[sunnybunnybabygirl]

Silly lil boyfriend texts with Yeosang💕

Fluff, suggestive, crack

Full masterlist

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Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, bunny

| Seonghwa | Hongjoong | Yunho | Wooyoung | Mingi | San | Jongho |

[zeroseuniverse]

ATEEZ – When They’re Playfully Jealous of Another Member

Hongjoong

"Wow, so you’re best friends now?" He crosses his arms dramatically but then immediately pulls you closer. You can see the fake sulking, but he secretly loves how much you reassure him.

Seonghwa

Just stares at you with a knowing smirk. He doesn’t say much—he just waits for you to notice him watching. When you do, he raises an eyebrow like, "Oh, don’t mind me. Just observing."

Yunho

"Fine, I’ll go find a new best friend too." He storms off… but immediately comes back five seconds later because he can’t actually stay mad. Ends up laughing and hugging you anyway.

Yeosang

"I see how it is." He goes fully silent, but you can tell he’s plotting something dramatic. Might jokingly start complimenting someone else just to see if you notice.

San

He pouts. It’s so obvious. He tries to act cool, but the second you tease him about it, he’s hugging you so tight and mumbling, "Just making sure you still like me more."

Mingi

"I am NOT jealous." He says while standing way too close and making it very obvious he’s trying to distract you from whoever you were talking to.

Wooyoung

Goes full dramatic mode. "Wow. So I’ve been replaced? That’s fine. I’ll just leave." (He does not, in fact, leave. He just stands there waiting for attention.)

Jongho

"Hmph." He’s too stubborn to admit it, but you can tell. He suddenly finds ways to hold your hand or keep you close, just to remind you who’s really your favorite.

[koyagifs]

could u make a part two of cruel summer where yn dies with her beloved yunho by her side and the aftermath of yeosang and the girl finding out through yunho that they killed yn? im sorry if it’s too much to ask i just really love tragic soulmates with bad ending stories <3

i miss you, i'm sorry

pairing:: yunho x reader x yeosang au:: soul mate | genre:: angst with no comfort synopsis:: august came and went, leaving behind a bitterness that followed yunho. word count :: 1.8k warning(s):: mentions of hospital, death. altercation between yunho and yeosang.

Yunho stared at the grave, the wind lashing against him like punishment, as if the world itself couldn’t bear the weight of what it had taken. His jaw trembled, his fists clenched at his sides, and still he refused to let the tears fall — not yet.

Time had been so cruel. So unforgiving.

It gave him just enough. Just enough time to fall deeper. Just enough time to imagine a future. Just enough time to lose it all.

You deserved more. More than a borrowed summer. More than fleeting warmth after all the heartache you'd endured. He had wanted to give you everything — peace, love, the kind of happiness you used to speak about when you were still hopeful.

And now, all he had left was silence.

He crouched down, his fingers tracing your name carved into the cold stone. The ache in his chest hadn’t dulled since the day he watched you close your eyes for the last time.

“I hope… wherever you are, you finally feel free,” he whispered. “I hope it doesn't hurt anymore.”

His tears finally fell, quiet and unrelenting. Because the world kept moving — but his had stopped with you.

-

Yunho wanted nothing more than to disappear. To melt into the background, to vanish from the suffocating room filled with congratulations and champagne flutes.

He only came because Mingi had dragged him out, insisting the fresh air would do him some good. “You’ve been cooped up too long,” he had said. “Just one night out, for me.”

At first, Yunho agreed. He thought maybe being around people again would ease the heavy ache in his chest. But Mingi had conveniently left out the most important detail — that the outing was actually Yeosang’s engagement party.

Now, Yunho sat on the edge of the plush couch, his jaw tight, fists clenched against his knees. Rage, hot and bitter, burned in his stomach as he watched Yeosang smile across the room, his arm around his fiancée, the picture of contentment. The same man who had once turned his back on the girl Yunho loved more than life itself.

Mingi, sensing the shift in him, tried to keep him grounded, talking about anything and everything — the food, the music, the weather — but Yunho could barely hear it over the roar in his ears.

This was the man who made her feel like she wasn’t enough.

This was the man who walked away while she was dying.

And now he got to smile like he hadn't shattered something beautiful.

Yunho swallowed hard, standing up abruptly.

“I need air,” he muttered.

Mingi reached for him but paused when he saw Yunho’s expression — tightly wound pain masked with barely-contained fury.

“Yunho—”

“I’m going outside,” Yunho said, his voice sharp and clipped. “Don’t follow me.”

Mingi gulped, leaning back into the couch with an awkward chuckle as Yeosang shot him a questioning glance. Before anyone could say more, Yeosang’s fiancée stood, placing a gentle hand on Yeosang’s arm.

“I’ll be right back,” she said quietly, and without waiting for a response, followed Yunho out the door.

The sound of it closing behind her made Yunho sigh, already frustrated. “Mingi, I told you not to—”

“Hi,” a soft voice interrupted.

Yunho turned slowly, his jaw tight. She was standing there, smiling—too sweetly, too casually for someone who had no idea of the weight she carried.

His entire body stiffened. The sight of her—the woman Yeosang had chosen—only stirred the fury that had been simmering beneath the surface.

He didn’t smile back. He didn’t speak.

He just stared, and with every second that passed, the anger in his eyes grew darker.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot—”

“We didn’t,” he cut her off coldly.

She let out a small scoff. “Look, I’m trying to be nice and you just—”

“I don’t care,” he snapped. “So fuck off.”

She scoffed, shoving Yunho away before storming back inside. Yunho didn’t follow—not at first. He stood there, jaw clenched, breathing hard. But when he finally stepped back in, it was only to grab his keys.

The sound of her muffled crying hit him like a slap. She was already in Yeosang’s arms, her voice cracking as she tried to explain. Confusion spread across the room like wildfire—eyes turning, whispers rising.

Then Yeosang turned, fury written across his face.

“What the fuck is your problem, Yunho?” he barked, marching up before shoving him hard.

Yunho stumbled back a step, then shoved Yeosang right back—harder. Yeosang staggered, and San and Wooyoung surged forward to catch him.

“My problem?” Yunho spat, voice breaking with rage. Angry tears welled in his eyes, burning hot as they slipped down his cheeks.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were instantly between them, hands up, trying to hold the space. Mingi clung to Yunho’s arm, trying to pull him back, but Yunho jerked away.

“My problem is you,” Yunho growled, staring Yeosang down. “You fucking killed her. You killed her and now you stand here, throwing parties and pretending like nothing happened. Like you're not the reason she died.”

The room fell silent, the air sucked out completely.

“You left her when she needed you the most,” Yunho hissed, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “And now you get to move on like she never existed? Like she meant nothing? Fuck that. Fuck you.”

Yeosang’s face drained of color, his grip tightening protectively on his fiancée’s arm.

“Kill her?” Hongjoong asked cautiously, stepping forward, his voice low in an attempt to defuse the tension. “Yunho, what are you talking about?”

Yunho’s eyes didn’t leave Yeosang. “Should I tell them, or will you?” he asked coldly.

Yeosang looked away, shame flickering across his face. He turned slightly as if to walk off, but Yunho wasn’t going to let him escape this time.

Without hesitation, Yunho’s fist flew through the air, slamming into Yeosang’s jaw with a sickening crack.

A collective gasp rippled through the room as Yeosang stumbled back, crashing to the floor.

The room froze.

Yeosang lay on the ground, stunned, his lip split and bleeding. Gasps echoed from every corner of the room, but no one moved—no one dared. Yunho stood over him, chest heaving, eyes blazing with betrayal and grief.

“Yunho!” Mingi shouted, grabbing his arm, but Yunho yanked it free.

"You don't get to walk away from this," Yunho seethed, staring down at Yeosang, who slowly sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth. “Not when she died thinking you hated her. Not when you ignored every cry for help.”

"Yunho, stop—" Seonghwa stepped forward, but Yunho wasn’t finished.

“You want to play house? Throw parties? Smile for pictures? Fine. But don’t you dare act like you're innocent.”

Yeosang finally looked up at him. “You think I don’t feel guilty?”

Yunho laughed bitterly. “You feel guilty? She died because she thought you didn’t love her anymore. She wrote you a letter, Yeosang. She apologized for being your soulmate.”

That landed heavier than the punch. Yeosang’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Yunho shook his head, tears falling freely now. “You should’ve been the one in that hospital bed. Not her.”

And with that, he turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him—leaving a room full of stunned silence and one broken man on the floor.

Yeosang held a pack of ice to his swollen lip as the room fell silent, everyone waiting for an explanation. Curiosity buzzed in the air—everyone but Mingi.

“Ready to explain what the hell just happened, or are you going to keep it a secret?” Hongjoong asked, his voice sharp.

Yeosang’s fiancée sighed, breaking the silence. “Yunho said that I killed Yeosang’s soulmate…”

“Yeosang has a soulmate?” San’s eyes widened with surprise and a flicker of hope.

Mingi swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeosang had a soulmate…”

All eyes locked on Mingi. “What do you mean? You knew?” Wooyoung pressed, stepping closer.

Mingi nodded slowly, pain flickering across his face as Yeosang’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Her name was Yn.”

The boys’ eyes widened, silence hanging heavy for a few moments before Jongho finally broke it. “You don’t mean the same Yn that Yunho’s been crushing on since they met at the opening of his coffee shop?”

“The same Yn that Yunho literally has her order memorized, and it’s in the training manual so when people hear her name, they give her coffee for free,” Seonghwa added.

Mingi and Yeosang exchanged a glance before Yeosang spoke quietly, “Our markings appeared when we first met her a year ago… at the very first hangout.”

“So what the fuck happened then?” Wooyoung demanded.

“That dickhead over here refused to give Yn a chance. Barely acknowledged her. Then Yn got the news that she was dying,” Mingi said, crossing his arms tightly.

“That’s… possible?” Hongjoong asked, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

Mingi nodded slowly. “So Yn, being the sweetheart she is, asked for a chance to be actual soulmates this past summer. First date? Yeosang leaves her alone at the zoo.”

Yeosang shot a sharp glare at Mingi. “How the fuck do you know this?”

Mingi met his gaze evenly. “Yunho’s my best friend. Who else would he vent to?”

Yeosang stayed silent, shifting the ice pack against his lip as he scooted closer to his fiancée.

Mingi cleared his throat, his voice low but steady. “After some convincing, Yn finally gave up on Yeosang. Yunho and her dated for maybe a month before she was admitted to the hospital. They told her she had until August.”

Everyone fell silent, the weight of Mingi’s words hanging heavily in the air.

“She died just last week...” Mingi said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, without another word, he turned and left the room, the door closing softly behind him.

Yunho lay on his bed, face streaked with dried tears, his arms wrapped tightly around an old sweater you used to wear. The fabric was worn, edges fraying, but your scent still clung to it — warm, familiar, achingly comforting.

A whimper escaped him, raw and quiet, before his shoulders began to shake uncontrollably. The pain he had been holding back for days — maybe even weeks — spilled out in broken sobs as he clutched the sweater tighter to his chest.

It wasn’t just grief. It was guilt. Regret. Love. All of it tangled into one unbearable knot that he couldn’t untie.

“I was supposed to protect you,” he choked out, tears wetting the fabric. “I should’ve done more… I should’ve—”

But there were no answers. No second chances. Just a cold room, an old sweater, and a memory he could never hold again.

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[mingwrites]

Any thoughts on ateez and subspace?? Literally anything I'm just curious

omg DEFINITELY thank u for asking nonnie,,,

ateez & subspace

seonghwa had entered subspace just a few times before. typically, it would happen right after a concert, when the man had just been on top of the world and in full control of thousands when it came to his fans' excitement. you would be lying if you said the switch in him didn't give you whiplash, but it also made sense; after such a high high, there was nothing left for him to do but be put in his place. after looking out for his fans all night, he needed to be looked after. and you took good care of him.

hongjoong got you into subspace on the regular. he loved punishing his naughty little kitten when they acted up-flirting with other men and wearing provocative outfits when he couldn't rip them right off you. he was a born leader in every way, and he loved to, needed to assert his dominance. he stripped you of your humanity in those moments, leaving you a whining, begging mess of a hole.

the first time yunho saw you in your subspace, it freaked him out a little. he wasn't used to having that intimate and profound power over another person and seeing you mindlessly beg for his dick, beg to be punished, beg to be nothing more than a little fuck-thing made him feel...weird. as much as his dick liked it, he worried about you. so he played your game, made you his fuck-thing, before pulling you back up for air with the most gentle and loving aftercare you had ever received.

yeosang entered subspace once. you were experimenting, trying out pegging, and you had him on his hands and knees. "on your elbows," you told him, and he obeyed, laughing a little bit out of discomfort as his ass was left sticking up in the cold, still air. "good boy," you whispered in your deepest, most sultry voice, and the moan that came out of him was something you never thought you'd hear; it was high pitched and breathy, innocent like a child yet filthy like an animal. "thank you, mommy," he said before you had your way with him.

san found it amusing to see you in subspace. it stroked his ego to see you submit your entire being to him, your legs spread wide, cheeks flushed and as a whole, disheveled. his favorite thing in the world was being your daddy-taking care of you the way you needed him to, having your permission to use you the way he needed, and making you all his. his second favorite thing was cuddling you afterwards.

mingi reacted similarly to yunho upon seeing you submit to him completely. he almost didn't know what to do with himself at first. but he grew into his role as your dominate, seizing the opportunity and taking full advantage of you, more specifically your body. abusing every hole, making easy work of your tits and your clit, turning you into a helpless plaything-this man knew how to make the most out of you, and he loved doing it.

wooyoung entered subspace just about every other night. as a switch, he's familiar with both roles and has no problem diving into either head first. this doesn't mean he's a good submissive, however. the brat of all brats, wooyoung managed to make your life hell even when in subspace. "mommy, that's not good enough," "i need more, please, mommy," "i'll be a good boy, just let me cum!"

jongho would never say it out loud, but he loved when you slipped into subspace. it made him feel so big and powerful, while his fragile little darling sobbed for his dick, fingers and mouth. sometimes, he would get rough and manhandle you because the sight and sound of you completely sent him into overdrive, making him forget to be gentle with his baby. he only got shy after you returned to normal, often commenting on his eagerness or his strength, which caused him to blush and giggle.

[moanz111]

Hello! As a working theater girlie, I was wondering if I can request a fake text for all ATEEZ members, where fem!reader isn't expecting they would come to her show but they did. 🥺

I'm a baby Atiny and just stumbled upon your account like a month ago! I love reading and re-reading your works~ They are 🧑🏻‍🍳💋!

ateez coming to your show as a surprise

genre: texts, crack/humour, fluff, a bit suggestive at times (?)

tags/warnings: reader is super nervous in some of these, flirting, attempt to be funny, lots of teasing, swearing, lmk if i missed something

note: thank you so so much for requesting, i hope you like it! 🤍 i hope i interpreted your idea right 😭 and omggg, welcome to the fandom! and pleaseee, thank you so much for reading, it means the world to me 🥹🤍

[sugawhaaa]

May I request a Yeosang X reader winter theme smut? Maybe if you don't mind include squrting fingerings and creampies? If you is okay with it

YEOSANG ONE-SHOT

☕️•Cold cocoa•☕️

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, fingering, handjob, creampie, pet names, praise, lil degradation

Pairing:: switch!yeosang x switch!fem!reader

A/N:: idk what to really say abt this fanfic...uhm merry Christmas yall

Taglist:: @annafeebou

🎧::

After a pretty heavy snow throughout the day Yeosang wanted to take you on an evening walk on a nearby trail to admire the snow and such. It was one of those still snow days, no wind, so all the snow stayed on the tree branches adding to the wintery vibe.

The entire time Yeosang held your hand though he was wearing mits so he wasn't holding your hand for warmth, just comfort. You noticed Yeosang was rather cuddly and clinging, very unusual for him, and it kind of set off some signals in your head. "Are you feeling alright?" You ask abruptly and Yeosang turns to you.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm good," he smiles sincerely but something deep down tells you something is on his mind. You continue your walk seeing some birds and friendly critters before heading home. You shook off your snow gear and began to prepare hot chocolate which Yeosang was excited for. Once again, yeosang clings to you.

Yeosang comes up behind you while you prepare the hot chocolate, his hands tightly but slowly wrapping around your waist; he pulls you close and nuzzles his face into the back of your shoulder. He began to kiss your neck softly and you let out a soft gasp.

"Yeosang what's with you today?" You chuckle softly as he pushes you closer to the counter.

"I missed my baby," he says between kisses. As you stir the hot cocoa Yeosang nibbles down on your skin, making you moan softly. "I don't know how much longer I can wait," he groans as he bucks his hips against your ass, his boner rubbing up against you. You gasp before biting your lip. Yeosangs hands trail down to the waistband of your pants, clawing and needing at it. "Please baby, say yes," he whimpers into your ear and you sigh softly.

"Yeah you got me," you chuckle. "Take the wheel, baby," you smile and Yeosang jumps back before lifting you into his arms effortlessly. He brings you out to the living room, setting you down on the couch in front of the fireplace. "What do you have in mind?" You ask curiously and you feel Yeosangs cold fingers run up your shirt, making you instinctively moan.

"Maybe warm you up from the inside?" He smirks shyly. He was clearly trying to be suggestive and seductive but sometimes his shyness creeps out. You assist him in undressing you and once you're clean of clothing he sits down beside you on the sofa and gently prys your legs open, pulling one of your thighs closer to him. His fingers were cold against your warm skin but you kind of enjoyed it.

He then trailed his fingers up your thigh, ghosting over your skin, as you moaned and whined. He was a master at teasing and getting you all wet and ready but it drove you insane. His fingers finally danced over your sensitive skin, gently rubbing your clit with his cold fingers. The stark contrast of temperature makes you jump.

Yeosang kisses your jaw softly before whispering a little praise. "You're so pretty babygirl," he says in a low tone. He trails his fingers back down, teasing your entrance with his cold fingertips before gently pushing his middle finger inside you. He smirks as he watches you moan. Your pussy reflexively tightens around the cold intrusion and Yeosang grins. "You're so tight," he teases.

"And your fingers are so cold," you whine and Yeosang laughs softly.

"I know, but you love it don't you?" He rubs his finger deeper inside you, rubbing against that plush spot hidden deep. You let out a choked moan and he smirks. Yeosang knows everything about your body, where and how to make it hurt, make your head spin, squirt, cry and so on. He knows your body in and out by now. He quickly inserts another finger before bringing his thumb up to rub your clit as well. Your knees jerk up with a little whine.

He begins to thrust his fingers into you at a rather rough and fast tempo. You throw your head back and grab onto his shirt.

"You never give me time to adjust do you?" You whine as you feel the knot in your stomach already twisting up.

"And it always makes you cum harder, no?" He grins as he leans closer to you, his fingers never losing their pace. Suddenly you feel a change in your gut at his tactics. Was he hitting deeper? Going faster? Or perhaps it was his persistence, but something he was doing made your head spin.

"Y-Yeosang?" You whimper and he tilts his head looking at you.

"Yes, babygirl?" He moves his fingers faster and harder, making you squeal. He already knew what you were experiencing and he was excited as all hell.

"I-I feel I-Im," you throw your head back, your eyes following, as your back arches. "Yes, yes," you whimper and Yeosang grins.

"Let it out baby," he cooes as your vision blurs and your body hears up in a surge of pleasure. As your body goes numb with pleasure you feel warm liquid spurting out from your pussy. Yeosang rubs your clit and folds with the flat of his fingers as your juices spray out across the floor. Yeosang knows this sensation can be a little overwhelming so he doesn't say much, just easing you out of the high and once you're finally sedated he begins to praise you. "You did so good babygirl, making such a mess," he smiles before kissing you softly.

"That was intense," you chuckle and Yeosang tucks back your hair.

"I'm sure it was," he quickly fetches you a cup of water to help you recharge. "You want to keep going or cut it off here?" He asks warmly as he watches you relax again. You shake your head.

"I wanna keep going," you smile before setting the cup down on the table stand by the couch. "I want to repay you," you nod, and Yeosang blushes.

"As you wish, but you know you don't have to," he shifts to lay back against the couch, no longer facing you.

"I know but I want to," you smile as you now turn to face him. You undo his pants and gently tug them down along with his boxers finally letting him free. He tosses his head back with a groan as the cold air hits his cock. You gently wrap your hand around his cock, holding it sturdily.

"Your hands always feel so nice," he moans with a light smirk. You begin to gently massage his cock, not jerking, but rubbing those sweet spots and massaging his tip though he really didn't need any more blood flow there, already rock hard. He bites his lip between sighs and gasps as you toy with him. "Please stop teasing me," he pleads and you consider his offer. In the end, you decided to begin to slowly jerk him off, the sound of his precum sticking to your palm echoing in the room. "Shit, yes," he chuckles lowly before moaning.

His hips buck up shakily into your hand, aching to be closer to you or perhaps closer to cumming. "B-Babe," he breathes out shakily and you turn to him.

"Yes, darling?" You say coyly and he chuckles lowly, very aware of that teasing tone.

"I'm close," he whimpers lowly and you jerk him off harder, your fist slapping down into his pelvis. He lets out a broken cry of pleasure at the speed and intensity of your torture. His back arches up off the couch and you slow down your hand. "Ah, fuck, why do you always do that~" he whines pathetically and you smirk.

"Because it's so fun hearing you whine and beg like a baby," you smirk and he growls.

"That's not-" you cut him off by moving your hand faster again, causing his jaw to lock open and eyes to water. "Damn!" He cries out as he fists his own hair. "I-I'm gonna cum," he chokes out and this time you let him reach that peak, no longer holding him down. His legs tremble as his body curls forward in pleasure. He rests against the couch panting as his cum soaks into your hand.

"Big load," you smirk and he scowls at you but he's too tired to reply, just resting back against the couch. You grab the cup of water from earlier and hand it to him with a smile. He gratefully takes it but not without saying "You're gonna be the one needing this when I'm done with you," he smirks before chugging some water. "Alright baby, you riding me or am I fucking you into the cushions? Up to you," he smirks with that little gleam in his eyes that says 'either way you don't have a way out of this'. He probably wants payback for that slightly delayed orgasm.

"The cushions could you some company," you smile and Yeosang chuckles. He tosses off his shirt lifts you up off the couch by your hips.

"This way babe," he guides you to the arm of the couch and you look back at him.

"Really?" You arch a brow and he smiles.

"Yup! Bend over," he puts a hand on your back as he gently pushes you over the armrest. "I wanna fuck you so deep," he mumbles but he's loud enough that you hear him. He quickly lines his cock up with the slit of your cunt before nudging it in a bit. You whimper softly.

"Cmon put it in already," you whine and Yeosang laughs.

"Impatient," he kisses the back of your neck softly before jolting his hips forward, his length fully buried inside you. You lean forward with a cry and Yeosang chuckles darkly behind you. He doesn't wait for you to adjust before pounding into you, making your eyes roll back.

"God damn Yeosang," you moan and he smirks.

"Too much for you to handle?" He teases, leaning down closer to you.

"Never," you chuckle and he brings a hand around to the front of you, holding your jaw, and his fingers dip into your mouth slightly, feeling the wet warmth; a similar texture to the feeling around his cock.

"That's right, you take me so good," he smirks as he growls in your ear, his hips never faltering. His cock squeezed past your walls so nicely it made your head spin and butterflies twirl in your stomach. "Gonna fill you up so sweetly," he groans as he goes faster, which you didn't think was possible.

"Yeosang!" You cry out, your speech sloppy because of the fingers in your mouth. Your head falls but Yeosang quickly holds it up.

"Hm? Something wrong babygirl?" He teases and you whimper.

"I-I feel close," you admit shyly, not wanting to cum so early.

"Is that right? Well then..." he starts slamming into you so hard that the couch shifts with each powerful thrust and your cunt is quick to shatter from the harshness. With a final thrust, he releases inside you, simultaneously. He lets your head go, falling down and panting, sweat building along your face. "You did good baby," he rubs your waist softly and pulls out, watching the cream ooze from your pussy. "So good," he kisses your back before getting you to sit on the couch. "Here have a drink," he offers you the cup again before fetching some towels to clean up your mess.

As he grabs the cloths you see the two cups of hot cocoa on the kitchen table.

"Oh I forgot about those," you say as Yeosang walks back into the living room.

"Oh yeah...they must've gone cold by now," he chuckles before wiping up the liquid on the floor. "We can microwave them," he smiles at you warmly, making your heart flutter.

[arafilez]

੭୧ ⼂ LOWKEY ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ cs x fem!reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤmature, mdni , smut, fwb, college au 𓏧 wine, sex and your friend choi san- the aftermaths of a party and the dealings of your heart ㅤ warnings vanilla sex, praise kink, alcohol ㅤ﹢ㅤ3.7k wc ㅤ𓏧ㅤ req

You sip lightly on the wine glass while sitting on the couch as a couple makes out beside you. You can’t care less as your eyes scan the party for the person who is supposed to be present at the party. A whiff of smoke comes in your sight and you whip your head at the familiar deodorant.

“Searching for him again?” your brother Mingi speaks beside you blowing another smoke before pressing his lips to a girl clutching onto him. You make a disgusted face and look away saying, “I am.” He looks down at you raising an eyebrow and you shrug finishing the wine that matches the dark red colour of your dress.

“Maybe you should just confess,” he replies over the squeals of a drunk Wooyoung who has suddenly come over to replace the girl and is now trying to smooch him. “Accept his kiss,” you laugh getting up and dodging his question as you walk towards the counter.

He sighs loudly and then walks towards you as Wooyoung’s girlfriend gets a hold of him. “Don’t ignore my question y/n,” he whines and you shush his deep and loud voice looking around in suspicion.

“Maybe not yell that in a party full of gossiping college students,” you hiss at him and he rolls his eyes and is about to retort when a smooth voice cuts him off saying, “The party is wild, Mingi-ya.”

Your ears perk up and you look behind your tall brother to see San’s smiling. Mingi grins doing their personal handshake and replies, “You are going to help me clean in the morning.” You groan at your brother being an ass while San looks at him bewildered and Mingi casually leaves, walking towards Hongjoong who is now trying to enter the waste bin.

“He is really straightforward,” San laughs and you shake your head, cursing your brother internally. San and you make small take before you take your leave, going to meet your friends.

Your back hits the soft mattress as a whine builds up in your throat. You grasp San’s hair with fervour and tug on it deepening the kiss and San groans in your mouth, feeling himself getting hard with each passing second. The light hint of smoke on his lips paired with the alcohol could only do so much as make you go absolutely feral.

You gasp as he parts for air and takes in your form- hair messy from his fingers running through them, lipstick smudged and breathless, lustful eyes watching him in hazy delight. People talk about the seven wonders but he will pay millions just to see you like this, beautiful and raw- just for him.

You drag your nails along his collarbone and look at him whining, “Do whatever you want with me Sannie.” You are ready to be fucked senseless by him, to spill his name until you feel your mind-numbing so his next action surprises you.

San presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss that makes your insides melt and you feel his hand kneading through your hair softly. A foreign feeling rises in your chest and you push it down as you run your hand along his shirt sleeves clutching on it. A light whimper accentuates the air as you part as the kiss deepens and you feel him breaking all rules of your arrangement non-verbally.

Because San isn’t kissing you like he wants to ruin you.

San is kissing you like you are his only source of warmth on a cold winter night.

“What are you doing?” you whisper to him as soon as you part and he breaks into a smile answering, “You told me to do whatever I wanted to. I want to take my time.” Your protest dies in your throat as you feel him press a kiss on the corner of your mouth and trail it down your throat.

Your body tenses at his actions and his fingers run along your sides resting on your waist and tracing light patterns on it. You relax instantly and you feel his smile against the base of your throat as he kisses it. Slightly sucking on the area he earns a light gasp from you as he applies more pressure and pulls out.

He presses light kisses along your arm and you squirm, a giggle threatening to spill from your throat as he reaches your wrist and presses his lips and then presses feathery kisses on each one of your fingers. You feel the sensation tug your heartstrings and his actions surface your deep-rooted feelings for him.

Feelings you aren’t supposed to explore at all. Feeling that grew each time you had hooked up with him. Feelings that you deny every time.

You pressurise your mind to focus on the pleasure but the more San kisses your body the more you lose it. This was not part of the deal, fuck and leave was the deal. You’re still technically doing that, you think and you push back the reason on your conscience far back in your mind.

“You are so beautiful,” his deep voice sends vibrations along your body as he kisses down your chest and attaches his mouth to your perked-up nipples. You arch your back, San’s name rolling off your tongue as he licks over it and bites lightly. His tongue feels so good that you barely notice San’s fingers hooking your panties and pulling them down in a swift motion.

A shiver goes down your spine as the air hits your clit and San moves down kissing along your stomach. He goes painfully slow, pressing his lips on every stretch mark and your heart does somersaults. San has never ‘taken his time’ before and the way he is treating you almost makes you believe you are a domestic couple.

San kisses along your waistline before he hovers over your clit, his breath hitting your sensitive region and you scream in pleasure when he collects your arousal and pushes it in you.

“So wet baby, only for me,” he says and you gasp as his mouth attaches to your clit. He sucks on hit and your thighs close in instinct but he holds them down as his tongue rapidly laps in your clit. He licks and stripes and his tongue hits the right spots.

And elicit moans leave your throat and you feel like seeing stars as San’s tongue works wonders. Soon you feel the familiar coil in your stomach and it snaps. A string of his name leaves your mouth and San sucks in every one of your juice like it is his last meal. His eyes glisten as he looks at your panting state and kisses you right away.

You groan at your taste in his mouth and he pulls away angling himself over you. He rolls off a condom and pressing his lips to you again pushes himself in. A half-gasp, half-moan rips along your throat as he inches deeper and deeper and his feather-like kisses all over your face accentuate your feelings for him more and more.

“You taste so damn sweet love,” his late admission makes your throat constrict and he takes his sweet time exploring you with his cock. He hits the right spots and you moan into his neck, your nails digging into his skin with his every thrust.

“So beautiful and perfect, just for me,” he whispers in your ears, pressing a trail of kisses down to your throat and his words haze your mind, tipping you over the edge.

His thrusts become harder and faster as he realises you are close before his hips shake in pleasure. You feel your arousal approaching and whisper it out and you hear him say, “Let go, darling.” His voice and his loving gaze make you come undone and San follows soon after with a groan of your name.

His lips find yours and press on them, encasing them in sweet pleasure. It isn’t rushed or high from energy, instead, it is slow and sensual and it tugs your heartstrings more as you take relief from the post-coital bliss. San smiles as he leaves your lips and pulls himself out falling on the bed beside you.

His sentences from before roam around in your head as you feel him get up probably to leave like you guys had planned some months ago. Of course, he will do that.

You are so beautiful.

So beautiful and perfect, just for me.

The deal- fuck with no strings attached. You two had simply decided on it after you two couldn’t find suitable partners and good sex. So five drinks, an accidental hook-up with each other and a pounding head the morning after you two decided on it. Have good sex, never stay the night for aftercare and the universal rule- never fall for each other.

You have been actively breaking rule three for some weeks now. You have fallen for him, like him so much that it physically hurts you when he is with any other girl. It makes your heart clench when he flirts with others, lingers his touches more than usual and laughs in that beautiful voice of his at a stupid joke a girl makes to impress him.

But you guys had decided on this, you two can date whoever you want, this arrangement is only for pleasure purposes. And the sex you just had was nothing but one of his experiments you had consented him to. But the way he touched you, kissed you, whispered to you didn’t feel like fucking.

It was like love.

And you hated yourself for it. San’s hands on your knees jerk you back to reality as he makes a motion that he is leaving and you nod lightly. All the rules in the deal were settled by you, and San had simply agreed to them. So breaking them when the person who got roped into this is following it isn’t the ideal scenario.

And thus you have to get rid of these feelings.

You wake up the next morning and go to the living room to see Mingi already starting the cleaning. An empty glass of hangover juice is sitting alone on the countertop and piles of other utensils and cutlery are in the sink. Your brother has already mopped the floor and you admire him for his tenacity. At least something happened under the influence of Seonghwa.

“Where’s San?” you roll your eyes at the rhetorical question and don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Mingi watches you as you pick up the lint roller and start cleaning the other half of the room he hasn’t touched.

“It’s so frankly annoying and stupid that you two try to deny everything between you two,” he sighs loudly and it works as your head whips in his direction. “How much delusional are you? We have nothing within us,” you reply nonchalantly but the tinge of sadness in your tone betrays you.

“Sure, that is exactly why he was so pissed yesterday and about to break a guy’s nose for calling you a ‘slut’,” he deadpans and you look at him in shock before quickly blinking and composing yourself, “Well at least they person’s nose is okay.”

“Nope, I broke it,” he states as if he did something as simple as eat cereal in the morning and your eyes widen as he shrugs. “But this is not about me, this is about San, do you know how many girls he has tipped off with the excuse of your ‘arrangement’? As far as I am aware you guys can date anyone despite the fucking.”

You look away from your brother’s penetrative eyes and try to focus on the cleaning. But your mind is anywhere but cleaning as Mingi’s words play over in your head. Your twin kicks your shin and you jerk in surprise. “When did you-“You get interrupted by him saying, “Stop pretending like you can’t hear me and do something about these unresolved feelings. They are so obvious that even the boy I tutor is catching up.”

“Right, of course, the boy you tutor, Hyunwoo, who comes to our house just one day every week. Do you not know eighth-graders are full of shit and hormones? He is obviously tripping,” you fake scoff three times before stopping as you feel his judgemental eyes boring into yours.

“Whatever sails your ship, y/n,” he says in a sing-song tone earning another eye-roll from you before you both get back to work.

You stare in distaste at your closet as most of your party outfits are in the laundry. You curse Wooyoung in your head for throwing a third party in the same week right after you send your outfits in the wash you pick up your phone. Your hand hovers over your call list and rational thinking is never an option before you are dialling San.

He is still a friend!

San picks up in a heartbeat, something Wooyoung calls “desperate” but you call “efficiency” and you hear his smooth tone over the line, “Hey y/n.”

“Hey San, I was wondering if you want to catch up for coffee?” you ask casually and you hear him chuckle over the line, “After or before we buy you a dress?”

“How did you know?” you ask and he snorts, his light laugh sending your heart in a frenzy. The warm sound over the line feels like a rush over your muddled brain as you smile looking at your feet.

“I always know, when it comes to you,” he replies and you bite your lips. The small, rational part of your brain telling you to stop is pushed far behind and you reply, “Being a bit too obsessed with me, are we now, Choi?”

“I can be obsessed with you any day,” he smoothly adds over and a half-snort half-giggle leaves your mouth which would be embarrassing if you already didn’t have heart-eyes in a voice call. The familiar day-dreaming returns as you imagine San kissing you, not for merely sex, but for the shy giggles, or him hugging you with his face into the crook of your neck or him tracing down-

“So I will pick you up?” he asks breaking you out of your love-sick trance and your ears feel warm as you reply with a ‘yes’ praying it wasn’t as shaky as it sounded in your head. “Great, see you in fifteen,” he replies and you hum before the call disconnects.

Your brain racks for the casual outfit you should wear now, should you go with the white flowery jumpsuit? Or maybe the yellow dress till your knees? Or just simply go for jeans and a cute top? Or a light cardigan? Stop it. It is not a date. Your mind kicks back in place as you blink lightly from your trance before getting ready.

A car’s honk resounds after a few minutes and you go to the door only to see San holding a bouquet of flowers and smiling at you. His eyes form a crescent moon shape under his hair, a few bangs touching his forehead lightly and you gasp.

“The florist shop was on the way, and I picked some up,” he says adding a casual shrug and then adding, “Figured you can just keep them in the apartment.”

Friends give each other flowers, right? Right!

“Oh, uh, thanks,” your voice becomes smaller with every word as you take the bouquet from his hand and keep it inside. You contemplate whether you should arrange them now but decide later since it won’t be too long.

“You look pretty,” San comments as you go out making you even more flustered and you stutter out a “Thanks.” He hums as you get in his car and drives over to the store he knows you usually buy from. He notices your look of confusion and asks, “Do you want to buy from somewhere else?”

“No, but how?” you ask gesturing him lightly, too much at a loss for words. “I am your friend, of course, I know it,” he smiles, his dimples popping out and you have to physically restrain yourself from leaning over and kissing his dimples. A tinge of red appears on his cheekbones and spreads lightly to his neck as he notices you staring at him and he tries to play it off by mildly coughing.

Choosing some dresses is a smooth process, occasionally San pitches in his choices, which you take for a few, and you get inside the trial room to finalize one.

After trying some and discarding them you pick up one San has recommended before putting it on. The zipper is in the back, unlike the others which had it in the side and you need help because god forbid you aren’t that flexible.

You don’t even hesitate and call for San since you know the boy will basically help anyone with anything without any malicious intent. Your mind slightly turns over the fact that your friends-with-benefits relationship is also because of his willingness to help, and you push it back further down. You do not need it in your mind right now.

“Yes?” San peeks through the door and you smile sorrowfully saying, “Can you please help me pull the zipper?” He nods, throwing in his dimpled smile and you sigh to yourself. If a smile can turn your insides to mush, hell you don’t know what you will do with his wordless rejection.

San's hands on your back make a stark contrast to your skin, and you feel heated up at his menacingly slow pace of pulling the chain up. You blame the confines of the trial room for feeling hot and bothered as his fingertips dance on your skin. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the chain is up and you look in front.

You look stunning and you have to give it to him to know your exact tastes. The lines between reality and dreams blur as you feel his head dip down, lips lightly encasing on your shoulder pads as he whispers, “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

You may have stopped breathing altogether and your heart feels like bursting at any moment as you lock eyes on him, and feel like you have seen a different emotion, other than pure lust and desire. You see love, like last night.

Your stomach churns in an unfamiliar manner and you abruptly push off him and murmur, “No, fuck we can’t do this.” Your skin feels cold with the loss of his touch and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and searching your eyes for something. Anything, to lead him on.

“San, we can’t,” your breath falters as you look at his perfectly sculpted face and reply, “We can’t continue this, our arrangement, our every single thing, just no!”

“Why?” he asks and you stare at him incredulously and scream lightly, “Why? San why? Because I broke our third rule okay? Because I fell in love, and that is just me. You are exactly where you were some months ago, my friend, that is how you see me, so to save us from my idiotic feelings, we need to stop.”

“Friends give each other flowers?” San asks and you shut up looking at him, gasping from being slightly breathless. You watch his face contort into something undecipherable as he continues, “Just friends don’t offer to pick each other up, in every possible situation, just so they can look at each other. Just friends don’t give two shits about remembering every small detail about each other, just friends don’t look at each other like we do. Just friends don’t feel like ripping someone’s heads off when anyone else flirts with each of them, and just friends for fuck’s sake, do not have sex as if they want to make love.”

You look at him, eyes wide at his face as he runs an impatient hand through his hair, and in one short stride, he is hovering over you. He looks at you, locking your eyes and a beat passes before you whisper, “Then what are we?” “Whatever you want us to be, love,” he replies, his eyes flickering with every emotion, because it is all so damn confusing when it comes to you.

When it comes to you, his mind clams and he has no idea what should be done.

“Then let’s be the corny boyfriend and girlfriend,” you giggle but it dies as his lips fall on yours in a second. His hand traces along your waist and his kiss is just like you imagined it to be. Only better! The gentleman touches with a hint of craziness as you two lock your lips like the perfect puzzle piece. You run your hands through his hair lightly making him smile into the sweet kiss.

He pulls away, taking a second for your appreciation before his lips are on you again. This time, it is hot and heavy, full of passion, and you tug on his shirt, a soft whine leaving your mouth as he holds your cheeks and manoeuvres his mouth into yours. The kiss is messy and full of tongue and when you break for air he whispers, “Let’s get out of here.”

Mingi enters your apartment and immediately halts as he sees you and San cuddled up on the sofa, watching something on the television that neither of you is paying attention to. In fact, you are both too busy giggling and pecking each other to even notice Mingi. He smiles at you two, glad that you both came to your senses before clearing his throat.

“What?” you ask, the sound coming out muffled since your mouth is full of chips and San laughs pecking the side of your lips. Your attention returns to San and you giggle looking at him making Mingi gag. He is already so tired of this.

“Well, I am home, thanks for asking, sister,” he comments, his voice edging on the ‘sister’ making you scoff at him. He continues, “Glad you two are together now, saves every one of us from your blind misery.”

“Shut up,” you stick a middle finger in his direction and he doesn’t even bother to look before asking, “Hey what dress did you buy anyway for Woo’s party tomorrow?”

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

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104, 216 and yeosang please please please 🙏

➯a/n: yes yes yessss 😩 i know deep in my guuuut that yeosang is freaky, he's a perv and i can feel it in my bones (me too fr) also damn it why do i keep going overboard with these simple prompts !? the ateez brainrot is so real ...

Fair

❥Kang Yeosang x fem reader

104 + 216: "give me your panties" + piss kink

✈︎queued for: sun. 18th

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: STRONG dom/sub dynamics, bdsm relationship, MEAN NASTY dom sang, degradation in the form of: being peed + cum on and name calling (bitch, slut, whore, dirty). omorashi (sang gets off on making reader hold her bladder), teasing, shower 'sex', fingering, sub-space, praise, orgasm control, overstim, one light slap, pet names (darling, baby), healthy communication of consent (which is very important in bdsm, be safe !!)

♡masterlist !♡

➯a/n2: the concept of yeosang teasing his s/o until they can't take it anymore all while nonchalantly watching tv or something is just fried in my brain ever since i wrote "Yours" like gawd 😭 i seriously feel like he's the freakiest, nastiest member of ateez and i will die on this hill — then i want you all to bury me here lmaooo

18+. MINORS GET OUTTA HERE.

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"Will you stop fidgeting?" Yeosang groans as he pins your leg to the couch by your thigh as you bounce it incessantly.

"I have to pee..." You whisper for the third time in the hour. You know you can always just get up and go, or you can say 'stop' and tell him you seriously can't take it anymore. But you know how much Yeosang loves to see you struggle. You can see the sparkle in his eyes as he watches the TV, the little smirk on his lips at your words.

"Just hold it, I don't want you to miss the show." He doesn't give a single fuck about the show, and you both know it. When he moves his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder again, you cross your legs. His smirk gets wider.

Another twenty minutes pass. The television and the rotating fan fill the silence. It's summertime, and you're both in nothing but your underwear to fight the heat — but also because you'd just had a rather steamy make out session in which you stripped each other.

His hard on hadn't gone away from the way you were grinding on him, and you have to seriously commend his self restraint. It's been almost two hours, but he's not going to cum until you cave.

You shift in your seat, leaning your head against his shoulder with a small whine.

Another ten minutes pass.

He has to commend your self restraint now. You've never made it this long. You must really want to please him. An idea hits him —

"Give me your panties."

You look up, slightly stunned, but you're already moving to obey him. After having been together so long, you never question him when you're in sub-space.

"Thank you, Darling," he rewards you with a soft kiss, grinning into it as he feels the little wet patch on them while he sets them aside. He gently pulls one of your legs over his, effectively spreading your legs.

When the fan hits your wetness, you jolt. Yeosang, the evil genius, chuckles into your lips, giving you one last lick before pulling away.

"Hold it, Darling. You can do it."

The cool air makes the sensation of your full bladder a million times harder to ignore, but you bite your lip; determined to make it through the — wait, is this a different show? That really shows how much the two of you are paying attention.

Every time the fan passes over you, you let out a sigh, a whimper, a groan. And he drinks them all up like he's dying of thirst.

His fingers are drawing patterns on your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your center.

Your heart is beating so fast you think he might be able to hear it. And when his finger finds your clit, you squeak out a simple, "stop."

He immediately hauls you up off the couch and carries you to the bathroom, rubbing down the back of your thigh and to your ass. "You made it really long, Darling," he hums, setting you down in the shower and starting the water, "hold it just a bit longer~"

You cross your legs with a whine, blinking at him desperately. "Baby, please, hurry-" You yip as he turns you around to face the wall, joining you under the stream of water after ridding himself of his boxers. The sound of the shower is making it near impossible to hold it. You're about to burst.

As soon as he wraps an arm around you, two of his fingers slide inside of you. And as soon as they do, your bladder has had enough.

The stream of pee coming from you is broken into spurts as Yeosang starts a brutal pace with his fingers, a wide smirk on his face as you sob with the simultaneous relief and onslaught of pleasure. He wraps his free arm around your chest and holds you upright as you trembling like a leaf in the wind. "There you go," he hums with a deep satisfaction, "let it all out, my dirty darling~"

You can finally open your eyes as your poor bladder finally runs empty, panting and bracing your hands against the wall as he continues to curl his fingers inside of you. "Fffffuck!" Is all you can manage to slur, spreading your legs further.

"How good does that feel, huh?" He presses his forehead against your shoulder, nipping your skin, "say thank you, bitch."

"Thank you! Oh, sh- thank you, thank you, s'good-"

"You did so good for me, such a patient little piss slut~" He slides his hand down your chest, briefly pinching one of your nipples before traveling further. As he starts drawing figure eights on your clit, he tells you, "cum for me."

Your body is hardwired to listen to him, you can't help but do as he says — especially when he's just flooded your brain with so much relief and sexual pleasure all at once.

You grab onto his arms, moaning unabashedly as you cum around his fingers, "oh, good fuck!" You wail as your knees give out from the force of it, wavering in his strong hold as he overstimulates the living daylights out of you; holding you under his actions until your pussy is throbbing. "S-top," you manage to hiccup, and he does so immediately — breathing just as heavily as you and chuckling as he catches the sounds of your little pathetic moans over the running water.

"Such a good whore for me," he praises as he kisses along your neck, slowly and gently removing his fingers from your sensitive cunt. He knows your limits, and holding your bladder this long has definitely pushed you to them. He would love nothing more than to fuck you against the shower wall until you can't breathe — but he knows that would be too much for you at the moment. Oh well, painting you in as many nasty ways he can will be just as nice.

"C'mere." He pulls you away from the wall and gently turns you around with your back under the water. "Kneel."

There you go, down on your knees without a second thought. Actually, you're so deep in your sub-space that you don't even remember what thinking is.

"Look at you," he coos, a devilish grin on his lips as he inspects your form. Back straight, legs folded neatly under you, hands behind your back. "My perfect little plaything~"

You smile up at him, eyes trained on his despite the way you really, really want to look at his erect member. You fail when he starts stroking it. Your eyes flick for only a second, but of course Yeosang catches it.

He slaps you in the following second, although he does so lightly — just as a warning. You know he can be much rougher. All things considered, this scene could be called "vanilla" or "soft" by you and Yeosang's standards.

"Sorry, Baby," you say immediately, earning yourself a soft stroke to your poor cheek.

"Take your eyes off me again and I'll make you drink my piss, got it?" He tilts his head, words spoken so nonchalantly that it makes your sensitive heat throb. You know he won't without asking you first, but something about his threats always make you hot and bothered.

"Yes, Sangie."

"Good slut." He smirks as he notices your thighs pressing together, giving your cheek a soft pinch before standing back up to get the full view of you while he jerks himself off. "So pretty..."

Before he can command you to; you're already opening your mouth wide like he likes. Sticking out your tongue to act as a landing pad for his cum.

You know him just as well as he knows you. You can see that little twitch in his eyebrow, the way his chest rises and falls faster.

"Fuck-" He curses under his breath, eyes scanning you with wide pupils, "my bitch knows what I like, yeah?"

A hummed 'mhm!' sounds from your throat, and he has to hold himself back from fucking straight into it. You seriously test his self control sometimes — it's hard to stick to what you've planned and agreed to whenever you're so goddamn perfect for him.

"Keep that tongue out until I say so." He's getting so close he can feel it in his balls, his body begging for release after being denied so long. But he doesn't want to stop yet. He wants to admire you longer; you really are his perfect plaything.

"Ah," you moan as you open your mouth wider, your eyes obediently trained on his even as they wander your body. When they come back to yours — he's hit with his peak whether he likes it or not. You look like the doll of his dreams, eager to please and knowing just what makes him weak.

He's taken off guard by it, jaw dropping with a string of moans as a few ropes of his cum paint your face before he manages to pull you closer and shove his tip into your mouth.

You barely even flinch as his warm release meets your face; your eyes only shut for a split second before they're back on his and making his heart skip one too many beats as he cums into your mouth.

You keep your tongue out all the while, playing with your hands behind your back so you don't play with yourself. You moan softly, tilting your head back so none of his cum drips out when he pulls away.

It's so sweet and salty. He loves cumming in your mouth, so he drinks all of pineapple juice — it may seem unnecessary, but he likes for you to enjoy it too. And it's something small that you appreciate as he absolutely ruins you for anyone but himself. Something to focus on when he makes you hold it in your mouth as he goes back to fucking you ruthlessly or degrading you in such beautiful and debaucherous way.

It makes you not hesitate when he says, "close your mouth. Don't swallow." You revel in the taste of his cum.

Panting quietly, he kneels down infront of you and swipes the milky white release on your face; gathering it up on his fingers. "Spread your legs, slut."

You do so with breakneck speed, one of your hands coming out of position to steady yourself on the shower wall. He lets it slide — you've been so good for him. And he lets you know how much you've pleased him while he spreads his cum on your cunt, "you've been such a good whore for me, Darling. Getting all dirty, that's how you like it, huh?"

"Mhmmm," you moan with your mouth full, your cheeks puffed ever so slightly. You almost throw your head back when he starts massaging his cum into your heated skin. You can only communicate with your eyes, making them begging and wide and letting your eyebrows crease together.

"You want to cum again, is that it?"

You nod quickly, breath picking up as he slips his fingertips between your lips and caresses your hole teasingly.

"Do you want to cum now, or do you want to cum when I fuck you later? Choose carefully, Darling. If you want it now, nod." He's cruel, you think, and he's so hot it's unfair. He knows you love having your orgasms controlled. He gets to say when, how, how many — this is just an illusion of choice.

And you chose to shake your head. If you'd chosen to cum now, you'd be edged to near insanity later and not allowed to cum until the morning. That's just the way Yeosang does things. And even though you whine as he moves his fingers, you love it.

"I think that's a good choice for my needy slut," he leans and kisses your forehead so affectionately that it makes you dizzy. "Open."

His release is all mixed with your build up of spit, stringy as you open your mouth and carefully stick out your tongue with your head tilted back; not spilling a single drop.

"Good," he pecks your tongue softly, licking his own release from his lips before saying, "swallow."

You almost don't want to. The taste of his cum is comforting on some level. But you do it anyway, because you always get rewarded with a smile.

"My obedient slut," he gives you that smiles, and you return the gesture. He swipes back your wet hair, tracing your cheekbones softly. "Would you like to continue?"

He's rough and he's mean, but he loves you. He checks up every so often during scenes like this, even if you don't use your safe word.

"Yes, please."

He keeps his smile as he pats your cheek, then it's gone when he stands up.

"On your ass."

You swing your legs out from under you and are sitting on the shower floor in a second flat, leaning back on your hands and waiting for your next instruction.

"Spread your legs."

Done. The moment he asks for it.

"Since you pissed all over me, I'm going to piss all over you now. Sound fair?" He looks so excited behind his dominant persona that even if you didn't want him to — you'd be caving.

But, you do. You're just as eager. You're just as nasty as he is, albeit in a different way. That's why you're so perfect for each other.

"Sounds fair."

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[03jyh23]

🚪⌇not like the previous ones┆kang yeosang

yeosang x gn!reader

│synopsis: the one where i love you scares the life out of you

│genre: hurt/comfort

│trigger warnings: anxiety, insecurity in relationships, feelings of guilt and regret, past trauma from previous relationships mentioned

│words: 3.3 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

│the requested prompts are bold

!minors do not interact!

— hi there my lovely people! the time has finally come for my first yeosang fic~ when i saw the request sangie was the first member that came to my mind so i just went for it! thank you for requesting!

love, monika ♡

It was a late evening, and you were comfortably curled up against Yeosang, enjoying the warmth and closeness as you both settled in to watch a movie he had chosen. He had promised that next time, he would watch Titanic with you, knowing how much you loved it. However, for this evening, he was especially eager to watch the latest Marvel movie recently added to the streaming platforms. You could feel Yeosang's excitement radiating through as he explained why he was so looking forward to this film. His body was warm, and the sensation of feeling him so near provided you with a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long while. Yeosang and you had just recently started dating, and it was difficult for you to open up to someone new. Letting yourself go and releasing all the worries and wounds your earlier relationships had left you with was not easy. Yet, Yeosang was so gentle and patient with you that you couldn't help but start gravitating toward him. Your eyes drifted away from the TV screen for a moment, only to find Yeosang staring at you with his pretty, brown eyes. Those eyes, which seemed to see nothing but you, held a world of warmth and affection. You smiled gently at him, your brow furrowing slightly as you mouthed, "What?" His gaze was so tender that it made your heart flutter. 

Yeosang opened his mouth only to close it again. He smiled at you, and you swear you could melt at the way his eyes smiled, creating those crescent moons. You giggled softly, feeling shy all of a sudden, and you put your head on his shoulder, leaning even closer to him. As the movie played on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the screen, your mind drifting to how fortunate you felt to have someone like Yeosang by your side. He gently wrapped his arm around you, the simple gesture made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. The comfort you felt in his presence was something you hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made you realize just how much you had needed to feel this way. 

You tried to focus on the movie, but your fluttering heart made it hard to do so. Every scene seemed to blur together as your mind wandered. After a small while, your eye caught a glimpse of Yeosang staring at you once again. You felt warmth spreading throughout your face, a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

Yeosang didn't look away; instead, he smiled gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners. That smile was enough to make you feel like the most special person in the world. You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of happiness. The movie played on, but it was clear that neither of you was paying much attention to it anymore. 

"Sangie!" You smiled, punching his arm gently. "You wanted to watch the movie, yet you aren't paying attention!" 

Yeosang chuckled softly, rubbing the spot where you had playfully punched him. "I can't help it," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "I find you much more interesting than any movie." His words made your heart flutter even more. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks and tried to hide your face by snuggling closer into his shoulder. Yeosang tilted his head slightly, resting it on top of yours. "You know, you don't have to hide from me," he whispered softly, his breath warm against your ear. 

"You just... you are too sweet, and it's embarrassing how red my face probably is right now," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks, and you were certain that your face was now a deep shade of crimson. 

Yeosang's hand gently traced small circles on your back, his touch soothing and reassuring. "You don't have to be embarrassed," he murmured softly. "I think it's adorable." 

His words made your heart flutter even more, and you couldn't help but smile against his shoulder. "I just... I'm not used to someone being so kind and caring," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "It's a little overwhelming." 

Yeosang gently moved his arms away from you, his hands on your shoulders, making you stop hiding your face, so you were facing each other. His touch was tender, and the sincerity in his eyes was unmistakable. You could feel your heart racing, the vulnerability of the moment making you feel both exposed and cherished. 

He took a deep breath as if to steady himself, and without much thought, he blurted out, "Y/N, of course I treat you kindly. I mean, that's how you show you love a person." 

You felt your heart sink, and panic rushed through you. The words echoed in your mind, and you found it hard to breathe. Yeosang noticed your reaction and quickly added, "I didn't mean to scare you. I just... I love you, Y/N. And I want you to know that you're safe with me." 

You abruptly backed away from Yeosang's hold, swallowing hard. Your eyes couldn't focus, your thoughts were racing. Even when you opened your mouth to answer, nothing came out. 

Yeosang's expression shifted instantly, concern clouding his face. He reached out tentatively, yet you smoothly escaped from his touch. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong," he murmured, his voice tinged with worry. 

"I... um... I just, yeah thank you but you should really get going," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy, laden with the weight of your insecurities and fears. You couldn't meet Yeosang's eyes, afraid of seeing the hurt and confusion that you knew would be there. 

There was a moment of silence, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Yeosang hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to respect your wishes and the urge to stay and comfort you. Finally, he nodded slowly, his expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "Okay," he said softly, his voice gentle. With that, he stood up and made his way to the door, leaving you alone with your swirling emotions and the lingering warmth of his presence. 

The night was spent in creeping and paralyzing guilt, that held you in a chokehold. Every time you closed your eyes, the scene replayed in your mind: Yeosang's hurt expression, the way his shoulders slumped as he walked out the door, and the heavy silence that followed. You tossed and turned, unable to find any semblance of peace. The weight of your insecurities and fears bore down on you, making it difficult to breathe. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had pushed away someone who genuinely cared for you, someone who had only shown you kindness and patience. The guilt gnawed at you, making sleep an impossible task. You lay there, staring at the ceiling, wishing you could turn back time and handle the situation differently. The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you were held captive by your own remorse and regret. 

You lost count of how many times you picked up your phone and tried to type any sort of text to Yeosang, yet nothing seemed to be suitable. Each time you began to write, your fingers would hover over the keyboard, paralyzed by doubt and fear. You would type a few words, only to delete them moments later, convinced they weren't enough to convey what you truly felt. You wanted to apologize, to explain, to assure him that your reaction was a result of your own insecurities and not a reflection of his actions. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't find the right way to express the turmoil inside you. The more you struggled, the more frustrated you became, until eventually, you would put your phone down with a heavy sigh, the message unsent and your heart still aching. 

A few days passed, and you tried to fall back into your routine to keep your thoughts in check. You immersed yourself in anything that could distract you, but the emptiness left by Yeosang's absence was hard to ignore. During those days, you found yourself repeatedly checking your phone, hoping for a message from Yeosang, but the screen remained stubbornly blank. Each day without a word from him felt like a sharp pang in your heart, making it harder to hold onto the hope that things could be mended. 

You knew it was high time to start making peace with the undeniable truth: you had lost Yeosang. 

Or maybe you should just reach out to him like an adult should, and face your insecurities? After all, you owed it to yourself and him to be honest about your feelings and fears. But then again, what if Yeosang had just given up on you? What if he did not want to be there for you, ever? The thought of losing him for good made your heart ache even more. Yet, despite these fears, you could not ignore how kind and attentive he had always been. If he genuinely loved you, wouldn't he reach out himself? But perhaps he was waiting for you to make the first move, to show that you were willing to open up and fight for the relationship. 

It was yet another evening you spent sprawled out on your couch. You had already binge-watched half of the season of the hottest drama, and it started to tire you. The dramatic scenes on the screen seemed distant, unable to hold your attention any longer. Lying down, munching on chips, and watching TV had indeed made you tired. 

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but no amount of rearranging seemed to ease the discomfort within you. 

As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts drifted back to that night with Yeosang. The memory of his hurt expression and the sadness in his eyes haunted you. You replayed the scene over and over in your mind, wishing you could go back and handle things differently. 

The ceiling above you offered no answers, just a blank canvas for your swirling thoughts. You wondered what Yeosang was doing, if he was thinking about you too, or if he had already moved on. All you could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, and hope that somehow, you would find the courage to face your fears and reach out to Yeosang. 

A sudden doorbell ring startled you, sending a jolt through your body. Your heart began to race, the unexpected sound breaking the silence and stillness of your evening. With each step toward the door, you felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. You could barely hold your curiosity and hope as you reached for the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside you. Finally, with a sense of urgency and a fluttering heart, you swung the door open, revealing Yeosang standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers. His eyes met yours, and you could see a mix of hope and apprehension in them. The sight of him standing there, flowers in hand, made your heart skip a beat. 

"Yeosang," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling. The sight of him standing there, so close yet seemingly so far, made your heart ache. 

"Hey," he said softly, his voice carrying a gentle warmth. "I know we left things in a pretty rough spot, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to make things right." 

"I'm so sorry—" you managed to say before Yeosang interrupted you. 

"No, please, let me speak first," he said, his voice urgent yet tender. "I've missed you so much, and I can't stand the thought of us being apart because of.... whatever that was. I want to be with you, Y/N, and I want to help you through whatever you're feeling." His words hung in the air, filled with sincerity and a deep yearning. You nodded slowly as you felt a lump form in your throat, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through you. "I am not like the previous assholes that played with you," Yeosang began, his voice trembling slightly as he took a deep breath. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with determination and sincerity. "I know you've been hurt before, and I understand that it's hard for you to trust again. But I'm not them." He paused, his gaze never wavering, giving you time to absorb his words. 

The sincerity in his eyes made your heart ache, and you could feel the warmth of his presence enveloping you. 

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to show you that," he continued, his voice steadying but still filled with emotion. "If earning your love means proving myself repeatedly, that's what I'll do. Because I truly love you." He paused again, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding. "I am ready to work through every challenge, every fear, and every doubt with you," he said, his voice growing stronger with each word. "You can't get rid of me that easy." A small, determined smile appeared on his face, and you could see the resolve in his eyes. "I want to be there for you, to support you, and to make sure you feel safe and cherished," he said, his voice softening as he took a step closer, finally entering your apartment. The proximity made your heart flutter even more, "We can take this one step at a time, together." 

You felt a surge of emotion, your eyes welling up with tears. The vulnerability in his voice and the sincerity in his eyes made you realize just how much he cared for you. Your heart swelled with gratitude and love, and you knew that this was a moment you would always cherish. 

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and lingering fear. You took a few steps closer, finally closing the distance between you. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your cheek on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, which momentarily made you relax. Yeosang’s scent enveloped you, a familiar and comforting aroma that brought back memories of your first date. You noticed he had put on the cologne you had complimented back then, a small but significant gesture that showed how much he cared. 

"I never wanted to leave in the first place," he replied, his voice filled with earnestness. Yeosang finally wrapped one arm around you, pulling you gently but firmly closer. His head rested on top of yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your hair. The worries and insecurities that had plagued you for days began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and belonging. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully absorb the comfort and love that radiated from Yeosang. 

"I've missed this," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but you knew he heard you. 

"Me too," he replied softly, his voice vibrating through his chest and into your ear. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." 

His words were like a balm to your wounded heart, and you couldn't help but tighten your embrace, holding onto him as if he were your lifeline. You looked up at him as you pulled out of the hug, smiling softly at him. You couldn't even begin to describe how glad you were to see him again, to hear and feel how much he cared. The emotions that had been swirling inside you for days seemed to settle, replaced by a sense of peace and relief. 

Yeosang finally handed you the flowers, "These are for you," he said gently, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. 

You took the bouquet from him, your fingers brushing against his momentarily. The flowers were beautiful, vibrant, and fresh, and they brought a smile to your face. You couldn't help but bring them to your nose, inhaling their delicate fragrance. 

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. The simple act of receiving the flowers made you feel cherished and valued in a way you hadn't felt before. "Nobody ever got me flowers," you whispered, your voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. 

Yeosang's expression softened even more, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, get used to it," he said gently, his voice filled with warmth. "Because I plan on giving you many more flowers, and so much more." 

"I am so stupid for not telling you then, but I love you too, Sangie," you confessed in a rush, your voice trembling with emotion. 

Yeosang couldn't help but smile at your confession, yet he quickly composed himself and took a few steps back, confusing you. Then his eyes widened right before he looked down on the floor. He ran his hand through his hair, and your heart dropped. You watched him closely, trying to decipher his sudden change. The room seemed to grow quieter, the tension thickening with each passing second. Your mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. Yeosang took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. His eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—surprise, uncertainty, and something else you couldn't quite place. He seemed to be grappling with his thoughts, the silence stretching on and making you feel more anxious. 

"Oh..." he gasped loudly, his eyes widening in mock surprise before continuing, "Um… I mean, thanks, but I better get going," he teased, his voice dripping with fake urgency as he mimicked your reaction from a few days ago. 

You couldn't help but scoff at his words, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. You playfully punched his arm, the force light but enough to convey your amusement. Bursting into laughter, you shook your head at his antics. "You jerk," you said, giggling uncontrollably as you remembered the original incident he was referring to. 

Yeosang laughed along with you, his eyes shining with joy. "I couldn't resist," he admitted, wrapping his arms around you once more. "But seriously, I love you, and I'm here to stay." His words were filled with a depth of emotion that made your heart swell with happiness. 

You looked up at him, feeling a sense of relief and warmth wash over you. "I love you too, Yeosang," you whispered, your voice steady and sincere. "And I'm ready to face everything with you. No more running away." 

Yeosang's smile widened, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "That's all I needed to hear," he murmured against your skin. "We'll take it one step at a time, together." 

You nodded, feeling a newfound sense of hope and determination. With Yeosang by your side, you knew you could face anything. The fears and insecurities that had once held you back began to fade, replaced by the comforting knowledge that you were not alone. 

"So, about that Titanic showing?" Yeosang asked, a playful glint in his eyes. 

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Yeah, I think we can make that happen," you replied, smiling up at him. "How about tomorrow night?" 

Yeosang's eyes lit up with excitement. "It's a date," he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. 

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[mirisss]

Atz reaction to their s/o being financially broken

Ateez x gn!college/university student! reader 

Thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you enjoy this! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to a poly relationship or not so I wrote it as if the relationships are separate, so each ATZ member has their own s/o. 

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k

Warnings: Anxiety, overworking, exhaustion, financial problems, (Not that angsty though,)

Reactions under the cut

Seonghwa, Yeosang, Mingi, Yunho, Jongho

He had noticed that you didn’t seem to have a lot of time to hang out with him recently as you constantly had to study or work. At first, he didn’t think much of it, thinking it was just because of exam season that you were so stressed. But once this kept happening for over a month, he could barely reach you, you never answered his calls, or barely any of his texts, only answering “Sorry, busy studying, talk to you later”. He understood that something must be going on, his first thought would be if he had done anything wrong so one night, he went over to your apartment, knocked on the door but no one opened it, he assumed that you were at the restaurant/bar where you work so he went over there. Once at the door to the restaurant, he saw you running around inside, immediately noticing that you looked sick and feverish, you didn’t even notice him as he stood in front of you. One of your colleagues noticed him, quickly ushering him over. 

“You should really convince them to go home, they’ve been working double shifts for two weeks, and even trying to pick up more shifts every now and then,” He was shocked to find out just how much you had been working. He walked over to you, gently putting a hand on your shoulder, “Hey, love, can we talk?” You were surprised to see him but said yes and went to the back of the building, where he technically wasn’t allowed to be as a non-employee but you were with him so it was fine. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you finally sat down for the first time in probably 12 or 15 hours. “That´s what I want to ask you, your colleague just told me you’ve been working double shifts for 2 weeks straight, you look sick, you definitely have a fever, you’ve been distant for over a month, I just want to understand what’s going on,” He saw tears beginning to form in your eyes. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” “It’s obviously something, please, (Y/n), tell me what’s going on, I’m your boyfriend, you should be able to rely on me,” You sighed and then proceeded to tell him everything. 

“My landlord raised my rent a lot about a month ago and with my old schedule, I couldn’t afford the rent or the cost of uni and everything so I had to start working more to earn enough not to be evicted, but having to work for 20 hours each day doesn’t leave a lot of time to study or sleep so I’m falling behind on classes and I don’t know what to do because no matter what I think of, there’s no solution that actually works,” He just looked at you in shock. “Why haven’t you told me about this? I could help you, I have asked before to move in together, that would help a lot with the cost of living for you,” “I can’t just rely on you for this, it’s my problem,” “Hey, we’re in this together, besides, I earn enough to support us both for a while so that you can focus on studying. I love you, (Y/n), it pains me to see you so overworked, I want to help, so please rely on me,” You couldn’t say no anymore, fatigue, fever, and finally feeling like you could have some rest catching up with you so you just nodded, whispering, ‘yes please’, before falling asleep with your head on his shoulder. 

Hongjoong, Wooyoung, San

They would never let it come to the point of you being financially broken or exhausted mentally, nope, these two are just very attentive or their partner and would notice the second something seemed to be off with you. The first clue was when you canceled last minute on a date he had planned for over a week, to celebrate the anniversary of your first kiss together, he would take you to a fancy restaurant, something you usually enjoyed but this day you canceled on him the morning of the date just saying “I’m not feeling like doing something fancy”. He was shocked but nonetheless, he canceled the booking at the restaurant and asked if you should just order takeout and a movie night at his place, but you shot that down too with the excuse of exams coming up. 

The second, and final clue to something being wrong, was when he walked by the office where you work part-time, in the middle of the day, when you definitely had classes, but he found you at the office, looking more stressed than ever before. 

“Hey, love, what are you doing here? Don’t you have classes today?” “Oh Joong/Woo/Sannie, um, no, I, um, don’t” It was obvious that you were lying to him, and he wondered why, as it never happened before. “I know you’re lying, (Y/n), what’s actually going on?” You just sighed, looking down at the ground. “I’m too embarrassed to tell you,” “I won’t judge you, honey,” “I’m going to be evicted from my apartment, I took a pay cut about a week ago and with it, I can’t afford to pay rent, and my landlord isn’t one to be understanding of me being a student so they’ll kick you out the second even a penny is missing from the rent. So I’ve been taking on more shifts here, even trying to find another part-time job at a café or something, but with that, I can’t go to classes, so I’m falling behind, and I just want to die, because I’m failing everything, even our relationship,” You were crying and almost hyperventilating at this point. He pulled you into a tight hug, to try and comfort you. His heart was hurting, how hadn’t he noticed earlier that it was this bad? “Jagi, no, you’re not failing our relationship, come live with me? You wouldn’t have to pay rent that way,” “I can’t just let you pay for everything,” 

“Then how about this, you move in with me, you keep your part-time job here but you back to your regular schedule, you can pay a fourth of the rent for my apartment, that’s about equal looking at what we each earn, and that way you still have plenty of time for classes, and for me, your boyfriend,” “How can I say no to that?” “You can’t, I’m just that irresistible,” 

[mingwrites]

getting high with ateez

seonghwa ~ goes to another planet. basically just shuts down his brain and stares into space for a few hours.

hongjoong ~ starts whipping out new songs and other art. has 63 epiphanies along the way.

yunho ~ talks so fucking much. telling nonsense jokes, using funny voices, babbling about anything.

yeosang ~ falls asleep after 2 hits.

san ~ has 839 aha moments about the meaning of life and the origins of the universe.

mingi ~ laughs at everything. breathless, slumped over belly laughs.

wooyoung ~ gets really horny. and subby.

jongho ~ munches through 6 bags of chips in about an hour.

[reallychaoticwoo]

Can we get an Idol Yeosang x Fan reader where Yeosang meets her after send off and has a thing for her so he takes her to the hotel or dressing room and starts to finger her eat her out then start to fuck her when the rest of the boys walk in on them when reader starts to squirt?

After many days and multiple outreaches to tech support I'm happy to say the fic has finally been uploaded! I'm so sorry it wasn't under your request as I'd normally have it bit I hope you can enjoy it anyway!!🖤🖤 Yeosang Request