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GUYS.

─── Into It - PT.2 ♡

SUMMARY / Yunho made it clear that he only saw you as a fan he could hookup with whenever he wanted, so you dropped all contact with him, even though it hurt like hell.

warnings ✩ SMUT, A LOT OF ANGST, DOM/SUB dynamics, hurt with no comfort (beginning), unestablished relationship (situationship basically), idol!yunho, atiny!reader, yunho was an asshole in the flashback, switch!yunho, switch (dom leaning)!fem reader, humiliation, choking, reader gets a little rough, unprotected sex, hate sex

word count ✩ 3,71K

tags ✩@desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia

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NOTE !! Part two to Into It (PT.1) also, unrelated, which do yall prefer me use? "come" or "cum", because i use the terms interchangeably!!

"Tell me," he says, "How many posters of me do you have at home?"

His voice kept ringing in your head, no matter how hard you tried to forget. The question was like a knife twisting in your heart, a painful reminder of your naivety.

"It's just a little fun. You're not actually into me, are you?"

It wasn't just a "little fun" to you. You had actually fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker. But Yunho, the heartthrob singer of your favorite boy band, had made it abundantly clear that you were nothing more than a conquest to him. Each time he'd texted you, the butterflies in your stomach had taken flight, but his words had always come crashing down like a storm.

"You're just another notch on my belt, and you're acting like this is something special."

Did he really mean that? You felt like your entire world had crumbled around you. The walls of your bedroom seemed to close in as you stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You had been so blind, so stupid to think that someone like him would see you as anything more than just a fan.

You reach for your phone and unlock it, opening the messages app and staring at his contact. You told yourself you'd block him, but you couldn't get yourself to do it. Instead, you scrolled through the messages, each one a stinging reminder of his coldness, his arrogance. But amidst the hurtful words, there were moments of sweetness too, the kind that had kept you hooked. The way he'd called you "his little secret," the gentle way he'd kissed your forehead, the times when he'd held your hand in public, allowing you to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was something more. But the reality was stark and painful. He was playing a game with your heart, and you were the one getting played.

He didn't even text you after you stormed out that night, and weeks after, you still hadn't received a single message. The silence was deafening, but it was also freeing. You began to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, gluing them back together one by one. Each day, the pain lessened a little more, and you started to realize that maybe there was a reason why it had to end.

But what would happen if…he did text you? God, you knew you'd be quick to text him back. Just one more time, you'd tell yourself, just to see if he'd change his tune. But you didn't want to go through that emotional rollercoaster again. You took a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable. And then you hit block. The feeling was strange, like cutting off a limb. But it was done. You had officially closed that chapter of your life.

The next morning, after your all-night crying session, you went to get some coffee from your favorite cafe that was only a few blocks away, and you didn't mind walking. The cool breeze brushed against your tear-stained cheeks as you stepped outside into the early dawn. The quiet of the deserted street was a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. You had made up your mind; you would move on.

You walked in and the barista, a girl named Mina who knew you by name, greeted you with a smile. "The usual?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the puffiness around your eyes. You nodded, trying to put on a brave face. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and for a brief moment, you felt a sense of comfort.

"You look like you had a rough night." she chuckled trying to lighten the mood, and you just barely smiled. "You doin' okay?"

"No." you gulp. "Yu- um, a situationship I was in ended pretty…badly."

Mina's eyes softened, "Oh honey, I'm sorry to hear that." She paused before speaking again, "But maybe it's for the best, y'know?"

"I guess." you murmured, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "I really liked him though, and he kinda acted like I didn't matter to him."

Mina nodded sympathetically as she handed you the cup of coffee. "Well, you're worth more than being someone's "situationship". You're amazing, and you deserve someone who's going to treat you like it."

You took a sip, letting the warmth spread through you. It was a bit too bitter for your taste, but today it somehow felt fitting. "Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you turned to leave, a man walked into the cafe. He had on a beanie and a mask, so you couldn't really make out what he looked like. But something about the way he held himself seemed familiar. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as he approached the counter, and you found yourself frozen in place, watching him. It couldn't be, could it? But as he took off his mask to sip his drink, your heart skipped a beat. It was Yunho.

Your first instinct was to run, to hide, to avoid the pain that seeing him would surely bring. But instead, you found yourself rooted to the spot, your eyes glued to his every move. He looked up and met your gaze, and for a brief moment, it was as if time had stopped. His eyes widened in surprise, and you could see the recognition dawn in them. He didn't look away.

No. No, you weren't going to do this. He told you straight to your face that you were basically just a toy to him! You gulp and force yourself to turn around and walk out, but your legs felt like lead. You could feel his eyes on your back, and your heart was racing so fast you could hear it in your ears. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't believe he had the audacity to show up in the same cafe where you had just confessed to moving on from him.

You tried to walk as fast as you could. You looked back, he wasn't there. You decided to slow down. Maybe he didn't see you. But as you took a step, you heard the bell on the door jingle. You turned around and saw Yunho standing there, looking at you with a mix of surprise and something else, something you couldn't quite place. Your heart hammered in your chest as he started to walk towards you.

He took his mask off and rushed toward you. Instinctively, you turn and rush off. Just make it home. That was all that was on your mind. But as you stumbled down the street, the sound of his footsteps grew closer. Panic began to set in. You didn't want to deal with this. You didn't want to talk to him.

"Y/N!" He yelled and you refused to answer, speed walking away from him. You didn't know how he recognized you, but the sound of your name on his lips made you want to crumble.

You quickened your pace, the sound of his sneakers slapping against the concrete echoing in your ears. The early morning light cast long shadows and the cool air stung your eyes, making them water. You couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the tears threatening to fall.

"Y/N, please!" Yunho's voice grew more urgent as he followed you, closing the distance between you. You could hear the desperation in his tone, but you didn't dare look back. The ache in your chest grew with every step, but you couldn't let him see you cry again. Not after everything.

"Y/N-"

"What, Yunho?!" you finally snapped, whirling around to face him. Your voice was shaky, betraying the wall of composure you had so carefully constructed around your fragile heart.

He stopped in his tracks, panting slightly from the chase. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw regret. But it could have just been the shadows playing tricks on you.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words hanging heavily in the air. "I didn't mean any of those things. I was just…scared."

"Yeah, right." The words spilled from your lips, thick with skepticism. "You expect me to believe that? After the shit you said? You basically told me you only talked to me for sex!"

"Okay, I get you're mad but keep your voice down, I'm still an idol."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before using me for my body and then degrading me while you were balls deep in me!" You shot back, your voice rising despite his attempt to hush you. The anger you'd been holding onto for weeks bubbled over, and suddenly, you didn't care who heard you. You didn't care about the stares from the few early-morning pedestrians or the way Mina was peering out the cafe window with concern etched on her face.

"Y/N, please." he says, his voice a whisper of desperation, his eyes pleading. But you're done with his games, done with the hurt. "Don't."

You inhale sharply and looked behind you. "In my apartment. Come on." You didn't know what you wanted to do once you were there, but you knew you didn't want this conversation out here.

The walk back was tense, each step echoing the unspoken words between you. As you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the silence was almost deafening. You turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest, creating a barrier between the two of you.

Yunho's eyes scanned the small apartment, taking in the posters of his band plastered across the walls, and the various merchandise scattered around. He looked at you, his gaze lingering on your face, and you could see the turmoil in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand to stop him.

"No. You don't get to speak." You spat, the words cutting through the thick tension like a knife. "You had your fun, and now you're sorry? You're only saying sorry because you know I could ruin your career!"

Yunho's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "That's not it." He protested weakly, but you could see the truth in his eyes.

You pointed to the door, "Get out." The tremor in your voice was clear, even to you. "You don't get to come into my life, mess it up, and expect me to just let you back in!"

He took a step towards you, his hand reaching out as if to touch your arm, but you jerked away. "Y/N, please, let me explain." His voice was low, almost pleading. But you were done with explanations. You were done with his excuses.

"You don't care about me, Yunho! You never did!-"

"Thats not true! Fuck, can you just shut up and let me explain?!" He was desperate now, his voice rising slightly. His hand hovered in the space between you, trembling slightly.

You looked at him, really looked at him, and realized that maybe he was telling the truth. But it was too late. The damage was done. "You had your chance, and you threw it away," you whispered, the anger draining out of you, leaving only a cold emptiness in its wake.

He took another step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I know I did," he said, his voice hoarse. "But I want another chance. I like you. Fuck, not even like, I was obsessed with you and I still am! I just-"

You held up your hand, cutting him off. "No. Just no. I can't do this again. It's not good for me, and it's definitely not good for you."

"Y/N, please. Please, I'm sorry. Fuck, I am! I'm serious! I miss you so bad, it hurts!" Yunho's words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity, but the doubt remained, a stubborn knot in your stomach.

You swallowed hard, the taste of your own bitterness still lingering in your mouth. "Miss me?" You echoed, trying to keep the skepticism out of your voice. "You didn't even bother to text me after."

"I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make things worse, and I was…I was struggling with other shit and everything piled on and I was overwhelmed and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not reaching out, I'm sorry for not communicating, I'm sorry for acting like your feelings weren't valid!"

You felt a flicker of something, a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he was sincere. But the doubt was still there, a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach that seemed to grow with each of his words.

"I've been obsessing over you for the past weeks and I couldn't get you off my mind! Not being with you made me realize how much you actually mean to me!" Yunho's voice broke, and you could see the raw vulnerability in his eyes. And before you knew it, he was…crying?

You felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe he really did mean it. But the hurt was still too fresh. "What do you want from me?" You asked, your voice cracking.

Yunho took another step closer, his hand still outstretched. "I want us to start over. For real this time. No more games, no more bullshit. Just you and me, figuring out if there's something here that's worth fighting for."

You felt your resolve wavering, the walls around your heart cracking at the sight of his pain. But you knew you couldn't just let him back in without making him understand the depth of his mistake. "What's changed?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

You felt his hand on your cheek and almost immediately melted into his touch, but you knew you had to be strong. "What's changed?" you repeated, your voice shaking.

Yunho took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I realized that I was an idiot. That you're not just some fan I can use and throw away. That I actually care about you, deeply." His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his eyes searching yours for any hint of forgiveness.

"That I…I love you."

The words hung in the air like a declaration of war, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. Your heart thudded in your chest like a drum, the beat echoing in your ears. Love. The thing you had hoped for, the thing you had been too scared to admit to yourself. And here it was, spilling from his lips like a confession torn out of him. But was it enough? Could you trust it after everything that had happened?

For now, you pushed it to the back of your head and pulled him down, smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was desperate and painful, a silent apology and a plea all at once. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you closer to him as if trying to meld your bodies into one.

You led him to the couch and threw him down, crawling on top of him and kissing him once again. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could somehow merge your bodies. You felt his hands on your hips, his grip tightening as the kiss grew more intense. You could taste the desperation in his mouth, the fear of losing you forever. And maybe, just maybe, you felt something else too.

You wrap your hand around his neck and bite your lip, pulling away and smiling. "Fucking joke." you smile a bit, moving your hips back and forth on top of him. "Gonna let me use you?"

Yunho's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he chuckled. "Always," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin. The heat from his touch seemed to spread through your entire body, igniting a fire that had been dormant for weeks. You lean down and kiss him again, your tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips.

You giggle, moving to undo his belt buckle. "But, I want this to be different." You whispered, your voice filled with a mix of hope and challenge. "I'm in charge now."

You sit up and undo your own jeans, pulling them off and throwing them on the ground, You push your panties to the side and straddle his lap, his eyes going wide with surprise. He had never seen this side of you, the side that takes control. You lean down and kiss him deeply, feeling his hands tense up before he relaxes into your embrace.

You pull his pants down a bit along with his boxers, revealing his erection. His eyes are on you, filled with a mix of lust and surprise. You smirk and lean down to kiss the tip of it, making him gasp. This was your power now. You had control, and you were going to make him beg for it.

"Say it." you look up, squeezing his cock a bit. "Say you love me."

Yunho's eyes searched yours, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. "I love you," he murmured, the words coming out with a raw honesty that made your heart skip a beat. You felt a warmth spread through you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in weeks.

"Say it again," you lift your hips, pressing his tip on your clit.

Yunho's eyes glazed over with pleasure. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much."

"Yeah?" you smile, moaning softly when you lowered yourself onto him. "Prove it."

He groaned as you slid down, taking him inch by inch. You felt his hands grip your hips as you started to move. It was a slow, deliberate pace, designed to drive him wild. His eyes never left yours as you set the rhythm, the early morning light filtering through the blinds and casting a warm glow over the two of you.

The both of you readjusted so it was easier for him to thrust up into you, and you felt your walls tighten around him. You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his. "I missed you too, Yunho." The admission was a whisper, the first crack in the dam of your anger.

"I-I missed you s-so much," he stammers, his eyes fluttering shut as you start to ride him with increasing intensity. His hips meet yours, thrusting up to fill you completely, the sound of your bodies coming together echoing through the quiet apartment. The friction is delicious, setting your skin alight, and you can't help but moan out his name.

"I bet you fucking did." you choke him again, leaning back and watching him as he starts to pant and moan, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You felt a thrill run through you, a heady mix of power and pleasure. This was what you wanted, what you needed from him.

"You love my pussy, don't you? Couldn't find anything better, right?" You taunt, your voice dripping with a mix of anger and desire. You lean back, arching your back to give him a better view of your bouncing tits, your breath catching in your throat as he fills you up.

"Fuck, yes, baby," Yunho groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as he picked up the pace, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, your body responding to his touch despite the words still stinging your heart. "Your pussy is the only one I want, t-the only one that feels this good."

"You bet your f-fucking ass it does," you panted, grinding down harder onto him, your nails digging into his shoulders. The pain melded with pleasure, a heady cocktail that was intoxicating. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, "But remember, you're mine now. Only mine."

"Y/N-" he gasps. "I-I'm clo-"

"Shut up." You push him further into the couch, feeling his cock throb inside you. "You don't get to come yet." You lean down and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip gently before pulling away. You could feel his body tensing, the muscles in his arms and thighs straining as he tried to hold back.

You start to ride him faster, your walls tightening around his shaft with every stroke. His eyes are locked on yours, the desperation in them making you feel alive again. You lean back, watching the play of emotions on his face as you bring yourself closer to the edge. You want to feel him lose control, to know that you have this power over him.

"P-Please, baby," he whimpers, his voice strained with need. "I-I can't hold on m-much longer."

"Oh?" You smirk, increasing your speed, watching his face contort with pleasure. "You're going to cum for me, Yunho. And you're gonna say it."

His eyes roll back, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. "Y/N…I'm gonna…cum," he chokes out, his body shaking.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "Cum for me." It's a command that sends him over the edge. You feel his warmth fill you up as he groans your name, his body going rigid beneath yours. The sound sends you spiraling into your own orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes screwed shut as you let out a cry of pleasure.

For a moment, you stay there, both of you panting and trembling, bodies still joined. The intensity of the moment lingers, and for a fleeting instant, you believe that maybe, just maybe, he truly does love you. But the doubt is a persistent thorn in your side, reminding you of the pain he's caused.

"I love you so much," Yunho whispers, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion as you both come down from the intense climax. You lean your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as your hearts race together. The warmth of his body feels like a blanket wrapping you up in a cocoon of safety, but you know better than to get lost in this moment.

"I love you too."

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BANG CHAN ⋮ dominATE RIO DE JANEIRO — 250401 (© rockangie on tiktok)

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my wooyoung, i love you 💞

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I think of you every day, you don’t think about me at all

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head empty... just woof woof bark bark

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credit not needed. recoloring welcomed. feel free to edit as you need! more colors here!

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Breath with me, baby

Pairings: BangChan x 9th member!Reader

Summary: The second your logged in, notifications fill the side of the screen. All emails from your team, most of them containing guidelines to deal with the stalker. The room falls back into a thick silence

Warnings: heavy references to throwing up and anxiety, reader has a panic attack, descriptions of a panic attack, stalking, cussing (one time), angst, this fic is heavy asf, i think thats it ??

Word count: 1.3k

Everything felt like it was falling apart at what was, supposed to be, the best time in your life. You finally started the process to debut as a soloist and everything was falling apart. Someone leaked your debut album and you’ve caught the eye of a sasaeng. Said “fan” has made it their life goal to make yours as unsafe and fear inducing as possible while believing everything they were doing was normal. You could throw up.

You push past the doors of JYP’s building, the taste of bile slowly raising the longer you think about what’s happening. Everything was so normal a mere month ago, how did it all come crashing down this quick? How did you manage to miss so many signs that this was gonna happen?

You skip on the elevator, not wanting to be in a confined space so quiet right now. As your feet thud up the stairs, your mind races with memories of signs you so blatantly ignored. This fan wasn’t new. But it started innocent enough that you brushed it off. But when the dms went from sweet fan messages to pictures of your house, you started to realize it wasn’t as innocent as it originally came off.

A headache is beginning to form, and you slowly raise a hand to rub at your forehead. Why you? Why anyone? Why were idols expected to be ok with dealing with this simply because they’re famous? The thought only increases the feeling of your heavily increasing nausea. With weak steps, you manage to reach the studio door.

The door opens, and you’re immediately hit with Chan’s cologne. It calms you, as do the dims lights. You two lock eyes and your shoulders visible relax. There’s a unspoken conversation between you before he’s standing and pulling you into a tight hug. You swiftly hug back, albeit not with the same amount the strength.

“It’s ok. Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head, and he mumbles a soft ok. One of his hands moves to your hair and he softly threads his fingers through the strands. It relaxes you, and you melt into his embrace. A couple minutes passes before you feel comfortable enough to pull out of the hug. You look up at him and he softly rubs his nose against yours, giving you an eskimo kiss.

“What do you wanna do?” His voice is barely above a whisper, but you hear it perfectly. The question is simple, but it causes you to think and you don’t really want to do that. So you quickly shake your head and fully pull away from his embrace. You reach for your bag, unzipping it and pulling out your lyric journal.

“Can we work on my album? My mental state has changed over the past couple months and I’m considering a new concept with everything going on.” There’s a deafening silence after your slip up. You stare at each other for a brief second before he’s opening his mouth to question it.

“What do you mean with everything going on?” The panic starts to raise again, causing your breath to pick up slightly. How did you let that slip? Why did you let that slip? The bile is slowly raising in your throat again and it takes everything inside of you not to throw up. The silence is deafening, and you quickly come up with a lie.

“Schedule wise. With my solo debut and our comeback in Stray Kids, It’s just a lot.” Chan seems to buy the lie as he nods. You let a breath of relief, and allow Chan to see your journal. You trust him enough to not judge you. Trust him enough to see the layers that you have peeled back in that journal. Despite all this trust, you couldn’t tell him about what was really going on. The guilt of worrying him gnawing at your bones like a dog with a bone. It was suffocating, it had a grip on you that you just couldn’t release.

You trusted him with your life, that’s why you couldn’t tell him the truth.

The more the lie sits on your mind, the more the panic starts to creep into your throat. As the urge to throw up returns, your hands start to tingle and shake. The rooms shinks and everything started to feel suffocating. It feels like your lungs are tightening, your nose is tingling and air refuses to enter it. Just before you can tip over the edge into full blown panic, Chan softly touches your shoulder.

“Hey. I’ve been talking to you for the past minute. You’re obviously not in the right mindset to be working, so how about we schedule for another day?” You suck in deep breaths before slowly nodding. You reach for your planner thats tucked away in your bag. Upon opening it, the tingling returns. Most of the dates are filled with fan calls, all for the same person. You quickly slam thee planner shut, throwing it roughly back into your bag. Chan eyes you but doesn’t say anything, simply watching as you instead grab your laptop.

In an attempt to escape the reality that’s becoming increasingly obvious, you decide to use to the calendar on your laptop. It’s a personal one, still having important dates but it allowed for a less stressful approach. Or, that’s what you were hoping for.

“Come here, we can pick a day together.” The second your logged in, notifications fill the side of the screen. All emails from your team, most of them containing guidelines to deal with the stalker. The room falls back into a thick silence. You know Chan is reading the emails, if roles were reversed you would be doing the same. You usually have nothing to hide from each other. Unfortunately for you, you did have something to hide.

“Wait, I can explain-” The panic is raising, your breathing is back to a rapid pace, your hands starting to shake as the tingling returns. His lips are moving, but your brain isn’t allowing for your ears to process what he’s saying. You look away from him, the look in his eyes only increasing what your feeling.

“..Are you even listening to me? Where are you going that you can’t fucking listen to me?” Silence, then his face quickly reflects both hurt, regret, and realization. The look makes you sick to your stomach.

“I didn’t mean to yell, i’m sorry. But you should of told me this was going on. You lied to me earlier when I asked what you meant. Why? Do you not trust me?” The tears start to flow at that and you quickly shake your head.

“I trust you with my life, but I knew you would react like this and I couldn’t handle it. I still can’t handle it. I can’t handle you being worried about me like this, it makes me sick. It drives me insane.” His face relaxes slight at that, but you can still tell he’s still upset.

“I understand you don’t want me to worry, but how you feel about me worrying is how I feel about you worrying about me. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there with you in moments that are hard. That’s why I’m here. I wish you told me so I could of helped.” The tears flow harder, causing your shoulders to start shaking. Chan pulls you into a big hug, softly rubbing your back.

“Breath with me, baby.” He breaths in slowly and you follow after him. As he exhales, you exhale. After doing this for a few minutes, the sobs turn into soft sniffles and the occasional hiccup. Chan whispers sweet nothings until you pull away from him. He leans back down and gives you another eskimo kiss.

“What do you need from me?”

“I just need you here.”

#kpop boys #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids fanfic #stray kids angst #bang chan #bangchan x you #bangchan angst #bangchan x reader #bang chris

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i can't let you go, 'cause the world's 'bout to break just follow me, I'll lead, night and day in exchange for this pain, can you promise me to show your love for me every day?

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Im so completely normal about a man's arms

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HAI

i love ur ateez headcannons.. please sub seonghwa 🥀🥀

ANYWAYS can u perchance write a sub!seonghwa x reader where seonghwa is caught jerking off without readers permission and is punished for it.. PLEASENESSS 😞😞😞😞

"Listen To Me."

sub!seonghwa x gn!reader

☆ masterlist

link of the atz headcannons mentioned here

cw: post-orgasm torture, forced orgasms, idk.. </3 a/n: thanks for the req my dearest friend heeheh i tried to do the best i could for this.. u better start praising me for doign this in the span of one sitting..very hard thing for me to do!!! /j also im sorry for how short it is i struggle with making my writings either insanely long or too short because i dont want them to be too long </33

Seonghwa knew he shouldn't even think about doing this, he knew the consequences of his actions, but he was missing you so bad, and you weren't here to help him with the growing need he felt in his pants..

He was laying down on your shared bed, alone with his phone in his hand. He set the phone down, sliding it under his pillow as he then started shifting around under the covers. He started to lay on his back, spreading his legs slightly and diving into his pants and underwear, feeling his painful hard-on. You were out on a business trip, but Seonghwa had completely forgot that this was the day that you would be returning.

The man then lets out a soft whine at his own touch, beginning to stroke himself slowly and shutting his eyes.

Seonghwa is imagining the touch to be by you, and not him.

As some time goes by, his pace quickens, and he thinks he hears something from afar, but he ignores it since there were no continued noises.

"A-aaahn~!" Seonghwa whines as his body becomes more jittery due to the pleasure. He's so close, and everything feels so intense due to the fact that he knows he shouldn't be touching himself. You had specifically told him he was not allowed to until you came back from your business trip; he disobeyed you.

"Go ahead, baby. Cum." Seonghwa's hands still against his dick as his eyes open, widening immediately.

Since when have you gotten here? Oh, fuck. he's so embarrassed..

"Y/n.." Seonghwa speaks while panting. "I-i'm sorry!—I missed you so much, I couldn't!-" He panics, knowing what he's in for in a few seconds.

"I told you to cum, you should listen to me." your hands reach under the covers, holding Seonghwa's hand and making him jerk himself off. Your voice is almost sarcastic, but demanding. Seonghwa complies hesitantly, stroking himself slowly.

"Go faster, you should know this already." Your voice is cold, but your expressions show the opposite—you almost look amused at the state Seonghwa's in. You love how embarrassed he seems to be. You study Seonghwa's expressions and body language. Seonghwa begins to shudder from the pleasure, chasing his high again. You don't interrupt him as he cums, allowing it to just happen, which is anything but usual to Seonghwa, but you have something else planned for him, a punishment that is unlike the usual ones you give him when he disobeys.

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"Aahg—! Please! Stop, It's too much!" Seonghwa shrieked, body thrashing at the overstimulation on his dick. You didn't stop, though. If anything, you held him down tighter. You had gotten 2 extra orgasms out of him, and you weren't stopping until he's learned his lesson. "Just one more, hmm?~ My baby's gotta learn how to respect my orders somehow.." you grinned, devouring Seonghwa's pathetic state with your eyes. Seonghwa just let out a strangled cry at your words; he knows he doesn't have a say in it. He has to bare this torture on his dick like it's the last thing he'll ever live to feel.

Seonghwa feels your hands leave his dick, and he lets out a shaky sigh in relief, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You then start to undress yourself, lowering yourself onto Seonghwa's red, spent dick. The gasp he lets out is delicious, he obviously expected everything to end, but fortunately enough for you, you weren't even close to done. You were going to ride him until YOU were now satisfied with yourself.

It's safe to say that Seonghwa indeed learned his lesson after that day...

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Pairing: Matz x reader

Summary: Somewhere in there; the three of you had developed a sort of understanding. All three of you knew the connection ran far deeper than platonic. The line between platonic and romantic had long been crossed, leaving you guys with the simple question of, what now?

Warnings: Nothing major, some mlm (they kiss), you all kiss, kissing, slight self doubt but joong shuts that down

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: this feels rushed so if it is i apologize. also credits to @chans-pineapple for plot help !!

They contacted you for some help on the choreography for their newest unit song. Seonghwa messaged you on instagram, a sweet but straight forward message. “Hi! Me and my friend Hongjoong are working on a new song and we were wondering if you could choreograph it. We love your work! We also want to talk about a possible collaboration in the song also :)”

You said yes, of course. Plans quickly started to develop and after a month of texting, the three of you met up at a local cafe. The time was used to learn about each other and you quickly learned that you’ll enjoy working with them.

After that, studio time began. Weeks and months spent in such a confined and slightly stressful environment only further strengthened the bond the three of you had managed to form over the months.

Hours spent writing lyrics, hours spent in their dance studio repeatedly going over the choreography that you meticulously created for the song.

Somewhere between those months, the lines started to blur. Studio time started to shorten to allow for ‘dinner dates’, as Seonghwa had so proudly tilted them. Messages started to stray from business and consisted of plans for hangouts outside of work.

Somewhere in there; the three of you had developed a sort of understanding. All three of you knew the connection ran far deeper than platonic. The line between platonic and romantic had long been crossed, leaving you guys with the simple question of, what now?

The question constantly floats around in your mind, especially now as you walk into the KQ building. You tighten your hold on your gym bag before walking up to the elevator and pressing the button.

It takes barely a minute to reach the fourth floor, the doors to the elevator opening as you step out and make your way to the dance studio. You reach the door and swiftly open it, stepping inside. It’s quiet along with the lights being softly dimmed.

You look around and quickly assert you're the first of the three to arrive. You weren’t surprised, having hoped this would happen. After setting your bag down, you set your phone up to the speakers and start to stretch.

As you stretch you think of your goal for today’s solo run. Watching the video you took of yourself practicing only served to disappoint you instead of uplifting you like you wanted. The dance wasn’t what you felt it could be. What it should be.

So, after thorough stretching, you get to work. You play the beat the first time to get a feel of it. The second time you play it, you start the dance. It flows easily, something you can do with your eyes closed. It just doesn’t feel right. Something feels like it’s missing. Something is wrong-

“I can practically hear your thoughts from here.” The voice makes you turn, and you are met with Hongjoong. He’s standing by the door, leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face.

You laugh and turn the music off, wiping your forehead with your sleeve. He approaches you, his eyes scanning your figure quickly before looking at your eyes.

“Something just feels wrong. I don’t feel like I’m giving this my all.” Hongjoong raises an eyebrow as he processes your words. Once the words process, he frowns. He whispers your name in what sounds almost akin to disappointment.

“You’ve been doing amazing. Everyone can see how much effort you’ve put into perfecting this. Me and Seonghwa appreciate everything you’ve done for us. How about, we work on it together and you tell me where the issue is?” You like that idea, so you nod slowly. He smiles and sets his bag down next to yours.

“Let’s get to work.”

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It takes an hour before you feel satisfied enough to take a break from the dance. Hongjoong had been nothing but patient and helpful throughout the hour. Putting his input in where it felt needed, and helping when asked.

“Thank you. I really appreciate the help.” You smile at him as you say that and he smiles back. Hongjoong sips his water before replying, his eyes on your lips. You shift slightly when you notice where his eyes are, and they quickly move back to your eyes.

“Of course. You’ve done so much for us, it’s the least I can do.” He set his water bottle down and turned, his face a light pink as he does. Just as you go to say something, his phone goes off.

Hongjoong grabs it silently, reading the message before closing his phone and grabbing all of his belongings. “Seonghwa’s in the studio.” You nod and stand up, gathering your own things.

The two of you walk to the studio in silence, but there’s an unspoken tension there. A tension that always lingers between the three of you, a tension you three chose to constantly ignore.

A part of you hoped the tension would be acknowledged one day, that the three of you would finally face the unavoidable. That maybe one day, you guys would finally do something about it.

Hongjoong opens the door for you, and you softly mumble a thank you before walking inside. The lights are dimmed and Seonghwa is sitting at a desk writing down lyrics.

“Hey Hwa.” You speak quietly to not scare him and to also announce your presence. He looks good, his hair is tied into a half bun, some of it framing his face despite his obvious attempt to get it out of his face.

He turns and smiles widely, setting his pen down so he can fully turn to face the two of you. His eyes flicker between you and Hongjoong, before they move up and down both of you. He suddenly looks away and clears his throat.

“Hey guys! I’ve been waiting for you.” He hands Hongjoong his notebook, allowing the younger man to look over the lyrics he has written so far. Hongjoong takes it and looks over the words.

“I hope it wasn’t for long.” Seonghwa shakes his head to your words, waving a hand as if to dismiss such worries. He stands and walks over to the recording booth.

“Only about 15 minutes, I haven’t been here long.” Hongjoong makes a noise of approval, setting the notebook down and moving to set his computer up. Once it’s set up, he gives Seonghwa the ok to go into the recording booth.

The three of you are in and out of the recording booth the next couple hours. If one of you wasn’t in the booth, then you were working on lyrics or beats for the song. By the time a break is even thought of it’s been four hours of non stop work.

The tension is there, swimming around in the air and tightening its grip on each of your throats. The room is quiet except for your breathing. Suddenly, there’s a voice cutting through the tension.

“How long are we gonna keep avoiding the elephant in the room.” Hongjoong is the one who speaks up, his eyes flicking between you and Seonghwa. He moves closer, taking botj of your chins in his hands.

“I know you two feel it. The tension, the feelings we obviously have for each other.” He leans down until his breath is brushing against your face.

“Hongjoong-“ “Shh.” He softly kisses you and any complaints die on your tongue. You quickly kiss back, your hands moving to grip at his shirt like he’s your life line.

There’s a soft gasp behind you, and Joong pulls away to look at Seonghwa. There seems to be a silent conversation there before Joong grind and pulled Seonghwa into a heated kiss.

You watch with wide eyes, not expecting to kiss, and especially not the way they were kissing right now. After a couple minutes the two pull away, leaving a trail of spit connecting them.

The room is back to silent, before Seonghwa is suddenly kissing you. You kiss back eagerly, your hands moving to his cheeks to cup them.

“It’s about time we did this.”

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