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faking a smile - kim hongjoong x reader

warnings: angst, fluff

wc: 777

hong joong could tell you weren’t feeling your best. even though you smiled, hong joong knew it wasn’t genuine. when you’re truly smiling, your eyes usually twinkle, but this time, your eyes don’t glow anymore; almost as if their spark has died. hong joong wanted to help you, hence why you’re sitting with him in the studio right now as he puts the last few touches on a song. he brought you to work with him because he doesn’t want to leave you alone.

you sit on the couch with your legs crossed and wrapped up in a blanket while playing a game on your phone. you can hear hongjoong sigh in relief, which lets you know he’s finished.

,,ready to go y/n?” hong joong asks as he slides his jacket on.

you nod and give a small smile.

as you’re about to get up, hong joong stops you by leaning over you until you’re centimeters apart from him.

,,y/n…before we leave, how are you?”

you avoid eye contact with him and put on a wide smile. ,,i’m fine! why are you asking so suddenly?”

he sighs and helps you up.

,,no reason.”

҂

the car ride is unnaturally silent. normally, you would initiate a conversation by bringing up any random topic that would then lead to you two either laughing or questioning the universe.

hong joong glances at you and notices your blank face. his heart breaks a little at the fact that you’re hiding how you truly feel because he never wants you to suffer in silence.

after a few moments, and to your surprise, the two of you were at the beach - one of your favorite places.

hong joong got out of the driver's seat to open your door on the passenger’s side. he takes your hand and leads you to the edge of the vast ocean.

it’s twilight now, and the ocean is glittering under the setting sun. the sky is painted with ongoing colors of purples, corals, pinks, and oranges.

,,y/n, do you trust me?” hong joong whispered just enough for you to hear him.

,,of course i do.” you answer without hesitation.

hong joong turns to your side and grasps both of your hands. his burning eyes urge you to make eye contact with him. without having to speak, his eyes show you every emotion he’s encapsulating within himself.

,,if you trust me, then why aren’t you being honest with me? you don’t need to pretend in front of me.”

his words cause your heart to palpitate. your hands suddenly become clammy and your ears warm up.

,,i- babe, i’m fine. i told you, i’m okay.”

hong joong was on the brink of tears as he watched you lie to him. he couldn’t help it anymore and embraced you with a warm hug. he said to you,

,,i know you’re not okay. please talk to me. i’m here for you and i love you more than anything. Please know that I care for you.”

at the sound of these words, tears being to stream down your face. before you know it, you’re full on sobbing at this point. all of the things you’ve pent up inside are being released through your tears.

hong joong doesn’t let you go as you fall to the ground and cry on his chest. eventually, your tears begin to dry up and hong joong now has a soaked shirt. you let out a small sorry before hongjoong holds your face in his hands.

,,whatever it is y/n, i’m listening.”

you tell hongjoong what’s been bothering you for the past few weeks and he listens without any judgement. He lightly traces patterns on your hand to comfort you. amazingly, you feel slightly better after you get your problems off your chest.

,,y/n, is that what’s been bothering you? why didn’t you tell me sooner? i could have helped you and comforted you.” hongjoong scolds.

you know he’s only scolding you out of love and you’re honestly grateful for that. It shows that he truly cares about you and wants the best for you.

it’s dark now; the moon is glowing on you, hongjoong, and the ocean. the atmosphere has a comfortable effect on the both of you.

standing up, hongjoong pulls you up alongside him and brings you in for a peck on the lips.

,,y/n…never do that again okay? i don’t want to see you hold onto that pain by yourself, okay?”

,,okay. I promise.”

The two of you then walk across the beach, giggling and playing with each other, but this time, your eyes are twinkling when you smile.

cleaning with seonghwa - mini imagine

warnings: fluff

wc: 182

when seonghwa cleans alone it is more like a chore. however, when he cleans with you, it is a special moment. because he values tidiness so much, he wants to do it with someone he loves, which is you. due to seonghwa having a busy schedule, he cannot always spend time with you. he feels guilty for that. so to make up for this, he will casually call you on his off day and ask ,do you want to tidy up with me?’ to the average person this seems bizarre. their significant other asking them to help clean? heck no. but for you and seonghwa, it’s like bonding time. he uses this time to talk with you about what’s going on in your life and he also talks about things going on in his life as well. sharing laughs, deep conversation…all of this happens while you two are cleaning. when both of you have finished tidying up, seonghwa then spends the rest of the day lounging around with you. it is a simple thing, but something special for the both of you.

Good To Be Home

Pairings | ATEEZ!Mingi x female reader 

Genre | fluff

Word Count | 1040

Warnings | cute couple

It’s been three months since Mingi took some time away from the members and idol life in general. However, that didn’t exclude you. You haven’t seen Mingi either, only a few texts here and there and one or two FaceTime calls. It was getting harder and harder being away from him when you’re so used to being in his presence.

Today is one of the days Mingi contact you while he’s away with his relatives. 

Mingi <3 : Hey baby

Me : Mingi! How’re you? 

Mingi <3 :  I’m good, you? Have you eaten today? 

Me : Yup, have you? 

Me : I actually had some of your favorite last night. Extra crispy chicken with cheese and steamed broccoli. 

Me : Y’know, to balance the healthy. 

Mingi scoffs with a small smile on his face. He doesn’t always eat cheese with his chicken but he knows how much of a cheese lover you are.

Mingi <3 : My baby girl, as healthy as ever. 

Me : Pft, don’t tease me, jerk. 

Me : When are you coming home.. the bed is so cold without you here. Like I’m married to a overly busy Sub-Zero. 

That gets a louder laugh out of Mingi, the smile reaching his eyes and he realizes just how much he really misses you. 

Mingi <3 : Soon baby, soon. Wait for me yeah? 

Me : I love you Songi.

Mingi <3 : I love you too Y/NN 

You huff and pull yourself out of your bed, fuzzy socks protecting you from the cold floor. The loft is pretty warm, opting for you to dress comfy in some shorts and matching cami. 

You pad your way into the kitchen area and perch yourself on the high stools, staring down at your takeout. It’s more of like a tradition at this point for you to cook one day and Mingi the other so in his place, you order takeout. 

It’s no big deal because you’re glad you’re helping out your local Korean bbq place during these times. Sometimes you’d visit and order from the local Chinese restaurant as well. 

The food wafts your senses completely as you pick up your chopsticks and dig in. To battle the silence you turn on your radio and connect your phone. Your playlist kicks on shuffle and Baekhyun’s Cry For Love comes on and you hum while scrolling through Twitter. 

Through your lack of senses you don’t register the loft doors opening after the door code is punched in. It’s not until you feel extra heat radiating against your back that all your senses kick back in and you grip your chopsticks. 

You turn quickly and stab forward without hesitation only for your wrist to be caught. You look up at the intruder’s face, alarmed.

“Min..gi?” The chopsticks clatter against the hardwood floor as they drop from your hand and you launch yourself into his arms. “Baby!” You kiss his ear, cheek and neck then pull away to kiss his lips. 

The kiss is sweet as always, his hands cradling your thighs, squeezing softly as you hold his face while rubbing the apples of his cheeks. When you both pull away you peck his lips one last time as your heart soars with excitement that he’s really here. 

“When.. when did you get back?” His smile reaches his eyes as he nuzzles your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. 

“Not too long ago. Hyung picked me up from the airport and I spoke with them a bit before I rushed over here. I missed my baby girl too much to stay away any longer. Plus, I feel a lot better, I really needed a breather.”

You listen to him and nods understandingly then motions towards the large couch. He walks you both over and sits down, relaxing into the couch as you straddle him, trying to stay as close as possible. 

He chuckles as it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, his hands moving from your thighs to your hips. “I’m here baby, I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. Relax.” He tells you with a gentle squeeze.

You didn’t realize you were still a bit tensed with emotions of having him back and so close. Your body immediately relaxes and you run your fingers through his hair. 

“Keep talking.. how was everything?” You encourage. You know this break was personal for him that it’s not even something he shared with you and you respect that. 

“Everything was great. It was hard at the start. I was so accustomed to what we had going on for the past year that the first few weeks away were..painful. I missed you and the guys so much but I knew this was something I needed to do. I was too overwhelmed.” 

You hum and offer him a small smile and you continue to run your fingers through his hair as he talks, calming him even more.

“Mom and dad were really understanding and they practically spoiled me with any and everything.” You both chuckle, knowing they were just happy to see their busy son for such a long time. 

“My brother and I went fishing for the first time then we went to the sauna. I spent most of my time there not gonna lie. It was so relaxing and just.. eased my soul and I did a lot of thinking and reflecting there.” 

“I’m glad you were able to find some peace and that this break treated you well. You know that all we want is your happiness. I’m so proud of you and what you’ve accomplished. You’re an amazing partner, artist and brother to our friends.”

Mingi feels his chest constrict and he bites his bottom lip and his nose stings. You immediately notice the changes and wrap your arms around him, guiding him to your chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly as he allows himself to be vulnerable before you.

He doesn’t cry, he simply buries his face into your chest and closes his eyes, enjoying your comfort. “My sweet boy.. welcome home.”

Mingi leans back and stares up into your eyes, feeling confident that he’s safe within your arms.. where he belongs. He brings you down and kisses you lovingly.

“It’s good to be home.” 

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Paring: Wooyoung x afab reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: You and Wooyoung have been best friends every since you could remember, however, when that friendship is trialed by the temptation of lust, desire, and seduction, how will it play out?

Genre: +18 content so MDNI, friends to lovers, friends to fwb!, crack, heavy smut!, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: mean!dom!Woo, switch(?)brat!reader, unprotected!sex! (Woo uses pull out method; wrap it before you tap it), brat!taming!, spanking!, hair!pulling!, heavy degrading!, praising!, manhandling!, orgasm!denial!, pet!names! (baby, sugar, kitten, pretty, princess, slut!, whore!, sir!, good!girl!, sweet!girl!, etc.), mentions of breeding!, sub!space!, possession!, dumbification!, dacryphilia! and free!use!

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

“YAH YOU BITCH GIVE ME BACK MY CHIPS,” Wooyoung screeched from across the room, clambering up from the makeshift pillow fort he created for tonight’s movie marathon as he stampeded after you in a seething, determined rage. “NEVER,” you hollered back, clutching the fluorescent green packet closer to your chest as you ducked and evaded his attacks, leaping behind the kitchen island and situating it between the two of you, adrenaline pumping through your veins. “I SWEAR TO GOD Y/N, I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T GIVE IT BACK,” he lunged forward in an attempt to grab the snacks. You twisted it out of reach, causing him narrowly miss it by a centimetre. You snickered at his pitiful effort as you turned your back to make your grand escape, already basking in your victorious thievery.

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip reef you back, forcing a gasped cry to escape your lips and causing you to collide against the kitchen bench as muscular arms imprisoned you between the counter and Wooyoung’s clothed abdomen. At your disoriented state, he seized the opportunity to snatch his snack back and, to your despite, dangled them in the air with his left hand as a winning smirk graced his face. Well shit, you grimaced, thrashing and wriggling around in a miserable attempt to escape. “Naw.. poor baby can’t free herself?” Wooyoung cooed as a sadistic chuckle erupted from his throat at your pathetic endeavour.

“Shut up,” you hiss as a venomous stare morphed your face, a searing rouge blooming across your neck and cheeks. Eventually, you managed to wrangle your arm free, rising on your tippy toes to reach the chip packet, only for him to raise it higher, acquiring a pleasurable delight at your humiliating suffering. “Hmph,” you huffed as you crossed your arms at your inevitable defeat, a pout forming upon your lips. You had to think of a way to obtain the snacks without further embarrassing yourself. You had to think of something smart… something clever… something unexpected…

Ding💡

A sly grin spread across your face as you gazed up at him with a sultry glance, a hint of deviance and mischief within your eyes. Wooyoung quirked an eyebrow, already suspicious of your sudden mood change. Gingerly, you delicately placed your hands across his chest, pressing yourself against his shirt as you leant upward towards his face, eyes flickering down at his lips momentarily. “W-what are you doing?” he stammered, unsure how to respond. You let out a soft giggle, reaching up to caress his face. “I don’t know what you mean Woo,” you murmured sensually in his ear, leaving a peck against his lobe and peering at the lowering chip packet as he slowly began to let his guard down. This may have been one of the stupidest ideas I’ve ever had yet, you thought as he further lulled into your teasing actions. But hey, it’s working.

His right arm snaked around your waist, tightening his grip like a vice as he pressed you closer to his chest. A smirk adorned your face as you continued to trail soft kisses down along his nape and collarbone. Wooyoung’s breath hitched at a particular spot, closing his eyes and automatically tilting his head, allowing more mobility to your antics. You began to snuck and nip on that area, earning a choked gasp from his parted lips, the snack almost within reach. C’mon… just a little closer. “Does it feel good?” you whispered, further maintaining your facade as you received an eager nod, the chip packet lowering further. A smirk adorned your face. Gotcha.

Instantly, you lurched forward, the packet almost within reach, when suddenly, you were spun around, your face smushing against the cool marble countertop as the snack was flung to the side. Your wrists were pinned by Wooyoung’s hand, his hips pressing against your ass and your eyes widening in surprise as you took note of the very evident boner protruding between your upper thighs. He leant down, using his free hand to brush aside your hair, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spin. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your stupid plan, sugar?” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Such a needy, little slut, willing to throw herself at me to get what she wants.”

He bucked his hips, a sharp gasp escaping from you. You began to struggle against his grasp in an attempt to set yourself free when a searing crack whipped against your ass. A startled cry echoed the room as you subconsciously rubbed your legs together to ease the lapping arousal. “Tut, tut, tut,” he scorned. “Don’t be a brat now, you’re already in deep shit for teasing me before.” You scoffed, feeling your defiant inner whore emerging from within. “Look at you, acting so prestigious and authoritative. What happened to the whiny, submissive, breedable, little bitch that was being so obedient earlier?”

Your hair was reefed back, a stinging pain sizzling across your skull. “Watch your tongue, kitten. Unless you want to be punished right here, right now, I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth shut,” Wooyoung seethed, twisting his grip in your hair, causing you to shut your eyes at the discomfort. You gritted your teeth as you knuckled the countertop. “I’d like to see you try, sub,” you spat, snapping your eyes open as you stared directly into his, a brewing sinister lust swirling within them at your snarky comment. A dark snigger rumbled within his throat as he yanked you closer. “You asked for it, slut,” he whispered.

You were thrusted to the ground as Wooyoung manhandled your limbs on all fours in doggy-style, tightening his hold on your hair. “Now listen here, slut,” he tugged for emphasis as he forced your legs apart, pressing his hard cock against your throbbing heat. “We are going to use the traffic light system; green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. You can say these words at any time, but if I determine you are only saying them to be a brat,” he smacked your ass once again as you bit your lip at the sting. “your punishment will be worse. Am I understood?” You gave no response, a rebellious grin gracing your lips as you took pleasure in challenging his authority.

Wooyoung poked the inside of his cheek, displeased with you disobedient behaviour. Suddenly, your pyjama pants were yanked down to your knees. His hand whipped against your ass in one swift motion. You gasped, mouth agape as tears prickled your eyes. You rocked your hips against his before he stilled your antics with another slap. “I said am I understood, kitten?” His words were venom, his grip tightening against your hair as his other dug his fingers into the side of your hip. You winced slightly as you nodded, bitting your tongue to resist the urge of snapping back. “Words please princess,” Wooyoung pulled against you hair once more. “Yes. Sir,” you forced out.

A sly grin twisted across his face at the nickname, releasing your hair and brushing it to the side in an affectionate manner. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He cooed, earning a sarcastic eye roll from you. “Now when I ask for your colour, you’re going to respond to me loud and clear. Am I understood?” “Yes Woo,” you spoke disinterestedly, beginning to admire your nails in boredom to further rile him up. He clicked his tongue. He gave you one last chance. “Now what colour are you princess?” “What does it matter if you’re too much of a pussy to fuck me?” You snarled. His grip tightened against your hip. So much for being able to walk tomorrow.

Wooyoung sighed, faux disappointment smothering his face. “And here I thought you would be my good girl..,” his voice deepened an octave, the atmosphere becoming dark and thick with lust. Suddenly, you didn’t feel as confident anymore. Your arms began to quiver, your heartbeat racing. “I guess you’ll just always be a filthy,“ *spank* “no-good,” *spank* “bratty whore who just wants her dirty cunt to be filled,” *spank* “used,” *spank* “and abused,” he degraded as he gave your ass a final crack, forcing a choked moan from your throat. Oh, you were in deep shit. “I bet you’re already soaking, kitten. I can smell your pungent arousal from here,” he seethed, tugging down your damp panties and taking a deep inhale of your scent. Quickly, he plunged two fingers into your wet cunt, pumping in and out at a fast pace. “WOO,” you yelped in surprise. “You’re dripping like a fucking bitch in heat,” he spat.

“Such a dirty, needy, little slut, acting naughty just so she can be disciplined and get her fucking cunt used and filled with my seed,” he mocked, already probing your entrance with a third finger. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Just to be my personal fuck toy; too dumb and stupid to think of anything else other than beg for my cock and to be bred.” Your legs began to tremble as your desperate whines increased, reverberating across the room. Your inner brat was finally beginning to conform. “P-please s-sir,” you begged, “s-slow d-down.” “Hmm…” he pondered tauntingly, gradually increasing his pace just to spite you. You cried out, bucking your hips to synchronise with his antics as a dirty smile graced his lips. “I don’t think I will,” he snickered. “Filthy whores like you are only here to be used as a set of holes; ready for anyone to slip their cock in and milk them dry.”

Your walls clamped around his fingers, his vile degrading further fuelling your humiliation and arousal, the approach of your orgasm becoming evident. “Pretty thing‘s gonna come?” He teasingly cooed, his thumb snaking his way to your clit, rubbing it in harsh circular motions as your pussy twitched at his rough antics. You frantically nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation of the euphoric feeling. “A-almost th-ere!!” you cried out. You were teetering on the edge of your peak, a dazed sheen glossing over your eyes. Just as you were teetering on the edge of tranquility, he pulled out and wiped his fingers against your reddened ass in mock disgust, taking satisfaction in your displeasure.

“WOOOO,” you whined as hot tears began to prickle the corners of your eyes. “W-why’d you do t-that?” you sniffled, your mind beginning to fog. “Poor baby,” he taunted. “This was your punishment, remember? Disobedient brats don’t get to cum.” You hit the ground with your fists in frustration as searing streams of tears raced down your cheeks. You felt cheated. How could he be this cruel? He softly cupped your chin, catching the stray droplets as he cooed at your anger. “Naw.. sweet girl’s having a tanty because she didn’t get to cum?” Faux sympathy crossed his features as he formed a fake pout, taunting you further. “S-sir,” You whimpered in desperation, your eyes glassing over at his condescending words as your mind began to cloud further.

“Are you ready to be a good girl now?” He softly asked, becoming conscious of your emerging sub space. “Y-ye-yes sir, p-please. Just wa-nna make you feel good. U-use me please,” you begged, willing to do anything to relieve your aching cunt. He smiled amorously, gently caressing your damp cheek with his thumb, his demeanour flipping. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he lightly teased, undoing the string of his pyjama pants before slowly tugging them down. His hard member sprung free, knocking against your weeping pussy and causing you to release a jolted whimper.

Carefully, he guided himself in, your mouths hanging agape at the sensation. Inch by inch, he sunk further in, resisting the urge to cum from the way your walls were squeezing him like a vice. Finally, he bottomed out inside, a breath of relief escaping both your lips. “O-oh my god,” he whined, never imagining you felt this good. He stayed still so you could adjust to his size, despite the primal yearn to rail you senseless. After a moment, he began to slowly buck his hips, your walls clamping around his dick as you felt every vein that etched his pretty length through his languid and sensual motions. Quiet moans escaped your throat as you dug your nails into your palms, your body rocking back and forth at his gentle thrusts. “F-faster,” you pleaded, sensing the quick approach of your orgasm. At your command, he began to piston his hips as the sudden sound of skin slapping echoed across the room. Your head flung back as a loud whine erupted from your throat, your back arching and your limbs quivering as he continued to pound inside of you.

“Does my pretty feel good?” He cooed, placing gentle kisses across your bare shoulders. “Y-YES SIR,” you cried, the edges of your eyes becoming a searing white as his hand snaked underneath to rub your clit. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he smacked your ass as a carnal possessiveness pooled in his lustful eyes, taking great delight at the sight of you falling apart on his hard cock. “Y-YOU,” you howled. Your sopping cunt began to rapidly pulsate as you felt the oncoming arrival of your orgasm. “Hold it,” he hissed, thrusting into you faster as he chased his own high, desperate to cum with you. You whined loudly, straining every muscle in your body to try and fulfil his demand. “C-can’t hold it for much l-longer, sir,” you gasped as your ears began to ring and your body ached in need of release. “Okay pretty, cum for me.”

That was all you needed before a high pitched moan resonated around the room as you squirted on him, your juices seeping into your discarded clothes and swamping across the kitchen floor. Swiftly, Wooyoung pulled out, hurriedly jacking himself off before spilling his seed across the expanse of your back as the warm substance pooled against your sweaty skin. You collapsed, your body shaking from exhaustion and your mind on the verge of passing out. The room stood still, only the sounds of your heavy pants and palpitating hearts could be heard as you both slowly ebbed away from your tranquil bliss.

After he composed himself, Wooyoung clambered up, retrieving a couple of tissues and a cool bottle of water from the fridge. He sat back down, carefully dabbing away both your cum, being cautious as to not drip anymore onto the floor. He threw them aside once he was done and gently manoeuvred you onto his lap, cracking the bottle open and tilting your head upwards. You swallowed the soothing liquid in hasty gulps as he patiently waited for you to finish. “T-thanks-s” you croaked, wincing as you spoke, your throat feeling coarse like sand paper. He let out a quiet giggle before taking a swig himself. “Do you wanna have a bath?” He queried, screwing the cap back on and setting the bottle on the counter. You frantically nodded, in desperate need for a calming, relaxing soak after the wild abuse your limbs experienced. He picked you up bridal-style, making his way to the bathroom as he affectionately pecked the bridge of your nose.

When the temperature was right, he placed you into the warm tub, joining you soon after. Grabbing a loofah, he gently scrubbed your back, his demeanour now attentive and loving. You guys basked in comfortable silence, sharing endearing pecks here and there and playfully splashing one another as you both bathed in the lulling water. Once you were done, Wooyoung carefully placed you on the counter, taking his sweet time to dry you off, a tender affection invading his presence. After you were dried, he carried you back to the abandoned pillow fort, placing you on top of his chest as you both shared a passionate kiss, taking in the sweet bliss of the pure love for one another. Gently, he pulled back as an adoring smile graced his lips. “I love you,” he whispered as he caressed your face, his eyes swirling with fondness and love. “I know,” you teased as your received a jesting eye roll in response. You leant back down to peck his lips. “I love you too.” An amorous warmth kindled within both your chests as you snuggled into one another, slipping into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: Hi guys, thank you so much for reading my fic :)) Please feel free to reblog on tumblr, give me any feedback (all is welcome), and if you have any fic ideas/thoughts please comment them and I’ll make sure to tag you in the post. Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see y’all soon <33

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Yandere ATZ Masterlist

Started: 04/30/24

Last Updated: 05/01/24

Total Works: 1 (ongoing)

Works OTW: 10

this is how you fall in love | Mingi ff

Mingi x fem! tomboy blk reader

INTRO CHAPTER HERE

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

More details: you are a tomboy who doesn't have luck with dating boys because they saw you as one of the boys. You are too boyish for them to find cute. And when you tried to be girly it seemed forced. You have a crush on this guy named Yunho who couldn't bother to call you by the correct name. And then there was the boy you didn't like, Mingi and the feeling was mutual.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a slice of life romance, teenagers daily life's. Angst and fluff, and rocky relationship with parent.

A/N: If you would like to be added to the taglist let me know. 🙂

Taking Ateez x fem! blk reader request.

I don't write smut sorry.

ATEEZ AS SONG FICS WITH YOU

This is for my 31 days with ATEEZ project where I write about ATEEZ for 31 days. I'm open to ideas. you can request but no smut though, sorry.

Sorry for any mistakes.

DAY 1: GROUP AS SONG FICS

deja vu, Olivia Rodrigo

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”

Everything that used to be you and him became him and her. Every bit of you was in everything that San did her. Your favorite song wasn’t your favorite song anymore. You played it for San a dozen times. He would sing off-key with you into your hair brush. But now San plays your favorite song for her, she knows every word and it was her favorite song now. She was just a reflection of what San used to do with you. San made her feel special, like he used to make you feel.

you belong with me, Taylor Swift

“I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be.”

You’re in Wooyoung’s bed, his fingers ghosting over your skin as you both stare into each other eyes. There were a lot of things being said without ever speaking a word. You liked this, being with him when the world was quiet. And you wish you could stay like this with him forever. He was your best friend and the guy you’ve been deeply in love with for the past two years. The only thing stopping you from telling Wooyoung your true feelings was his girlfriend. God, you hated her. She treated your friend like shit. You didn’t see what Wooyoung saw in her. Maybe it was because she was pretty, a perfect blonde with an ugly personality. You always made Wooyoung feel better after his girlfriend put him down. She didn’t even know his favorite song, his favorite food, and his favorite smell that he associated with his childhood. You knew all those things. Yeah, because you were his best friend, but remembering stuff about the person you love romantically was different.

manic, Conan gray

“People like you always want back what they can't have.”

Jongho was one of your craziest exes. Though he said you hated you. He still stalked you on your social media. When you blocked him from your phone, he would call from unknown numbers. This guy was crazy, telling his friends how you were the crazy one, but he’s literally the crazy one, driving by your house every night and sending you pictures. He needed you to be the bad guy In his story and Jongho did a good job painting you as this manic person who was obsessed with him when In reality it was the other way around. Jongho would show up at your school or workplace begging for you to talk with him. But each time you two tried to have a decent conversation, Jongho would cry and scream making a scene, that way, people around would look at you in shame. Dating you in the first was just for shit and giggles. You thought it was something magical between the two of you until you overheard him telling one of his friends that he wasn’t into you like that. A joke. That’s all you were. You didn’t want Jongho back and wished he would drop off the face of the earth. 

gypsy, Russ

“Baby I can slide through, I can help you find you.”

Trusting people wasn't something you did easily because you always ended up hurt in the end. So when it came to Hongjoong, you were hesitant about him at first. You didn't know what drew you to him if it was his smile or the way he treated you like the human you are with emotions and feelings. So he grew on you and you grew on him. Spending nights with him in the darkness when your mind was the loudest he always seem to quiet those thoughts that invaded your head like a bad infection. You didn't know who you were as a person. Everyone that you came across somehow became who you were. Their hurtful words were the structure of your soul. But Hongjoong showed you otherwise. He taught you about yourself. It took some time for you to see yourself through your eyes without seeing a stranger staring back at you. His kind words took root in your chest, blooming like lilacs

sorry, Halsey

“I run away when things are good.”

You could never understand the way Yeosang had loved you and how gently he would handle you, as though he was scared you would break. Every bit of Yeosang had become who you were and you wish you could rip him from your soul. For Yeosang, his worst nightmare was waking up in the middle of the night and finding the space beside him empty and cold. Unfortunately, you made his nightmare a reality. You didn't mean to break his heart, but you did. You were too scared to admit that somewhere in your damaged soul, that you were starting to feel something for someone. You needed to run because things with Yeosang were too real and too perfect to actually be genuine. Yeosang knew you were hurting. He could feel the rumble of the raging storm within you and see the lightning flash behind your pretty eyes. Yeosang wanted to love the broken version of you, to show her that love wasn't scary and that it was okay to fall into someone else who would be there to catch you.

warning tag: obsession. electric love, Borns

“all I need is to be struck by your electric love.”

There was something about you that Mingi was infatuated with. He knew the moment he saw you there was something about you he couldn't just let go. You were like a lightning bolt that struck his heart. You were his new pretty little obsession. He created this fantasy in his head where you were in love with him. You're sweet and sour and Mingi loved the attitude you would give him when you told him you weren't interested in him, but he only took that as you playing hard to get. Mingi wanted you and once he had you, he wasn't going to let you go no matter how much you beg.

frozen, Sabrina Claudio

“The flowers will be blooming the leaves will be turning and snow will be falling while we're making love.”

If time could be frozen, you wish it would freeze at the moment you shared with Seonghwa. His hand was in yours while he made love to you. The way he made love to you, you could feel every bit of his emotions pouring into you. He would whisper in your ear in a low voice letting you know how much he loved you. Seonghwa took his time with you savoring you. He was going to make love to you till he heard the birds chirping and morning light poured over sweaty, tired bodies. Making love to you was something Seonghwa took pride in. Seonghwa thought you were the sexiest, with your head dipped back, calling out his name. He always made love to you slowly, teasing you. Seonghwa loved seeing how crazy it made you and what a mess you become beneath him. He would capture your lips with his in a long, drawn-out kiss.

cloud 9

“when he loves me I feel like I'm floating When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody.”

Oh, the way Yunho loves you felt like the start of summer. Yunho thinks you're the prettiest when you're dressed down. He made you feel like you were in a fairy tale with a happily ever after. Yunho liked the way you were, even when nobody else did. You hated to think about it, but if there came a time you and Yunho were longer together, you would always be your favorite person. He has loved you in ways that made your past relationships not even count. Yunho taught you how easy love is, especially his, and you never wanted to lose him or it. Being around Yunho was like having a contact high. You liked how he made you feel and liked the way he says your name while his fingers grazed over your skin. He's a pretty boy with pretty words only made for you.

A/N: like I said at the top you can request or give ideas for 31 days with ATEEZ.

ATEEZ WITH THEIR S/O NEEDING TO WEAR GLASSES.

Requested: how would the members act with a s/o needs to wear glasses especially when they have to drive but they don't.

A/N: so I added some cute little moments. I hope you don't mind. (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Yeosang: yeosong helped you pick out a frame. He couldn't stop telling you how cute you were going to look with the glasses. But he does have to remind you to wear your glass when you first get them. Especially when you're going to be driving. “I can see without them.” You would say a dozen times. And Yeosang would say, “You sure about that? Like I value my life a little too much, just put on your glasses Y/n, please.”

Jongho: it took him a couple of days to get used to you wearing glasses. To him, you look like a different person with your glass on. He would playfully joke with you whenever you tried to him kiss. “Ma'am, I have a girlfriend. Please control yourself.” He would say. And when you took off your glasses. He would act all surprised, saying, “Y/n! There was this strange girl trying to kiss me!” then when driving with Jongho he noticed you aren't wearing your glasses and he freaked out a bit saying “Y/n, don't you need your glasses to drive?” and you would say, “I do...but I can totally see without them.” and then hit a curb.

San: If you fell asleep with your glasses on, San would carefully remove them. And if you leave your glasses somewhere, he would bring them to you reminding you that you needed to wear them. You aren't used to wearing glasses just yet, so oftentimes you wouldn't have them on, especially when you know you would be driving for the day. “Your glasses Y/n.” He had grabbed them before leaving out the apartment. “I don't need them.” You would say. And San would look at you with a questionable look. “Put them on. I don't need you hitting anything or anyone.”

Seonghwa: When you did anything without your glasses, Seonghwa would put your glasses on your face. He would stress the importance of you wearing your glasses. “They are to help you see, so you need to wear them, Y/n.” he would say. Then when it came to driving, Seonghwa mostly drove because at the time you couldn't see well without glasses, but when you finally got glasses, you wanted to drive again. “Glasses, where are they?” he would ask you. “My bag.” you would say. Seonghwa digs into your bag and takes out the eyeglass case and puts your glasses on you. “We don't need an accident, Y/n.”

Hongjoong: He liked you with glasses even if you didn't like them on you. Hongjoong even bought you a couple of cute chains for your glasses. That way, you could style your glasses with your outfits. He would always make sure you had your glasses when driving now. When Hongjoong didn't ride with you, you never bother putting on your glasses. “Y/n, your glasses put them on now.” he would remind you. That's one reason he bought the glasses chains. That way, your glasses were around your neck at all times, so you would remember to wear them, especially when driving, but most times you would forget they were even there. “Geez, okay, I'm putting them on. But I really don't need them.” You would say. “You really do.” he would tell you.

Yunho: He got matching couple glasses with you. It was just something he thought would be cute to do. That way, you wouldn't feel insecure or anything when you wore yours. Your glasses would randomly end up smudged with fingerprints and cleaning them yourself only made it worse. So You would always ask Yunho to clean them for you since he was so good at it. Wearing glasses took some getting used to and remembering to wear them when you got ready to drive was a thing you and Yunho had to go through each time you two got in the car. “You know what I'm going to tell you.” he would say. “Glasses... right...” but you never put them on and Yunho would have to fight with you to wear your glasses for your safety and his.

Mingi: You wearing glasses reminded Mingi of Clark Kent (superman) because to him it's like you took on a different identity when you wore them and when you didn't you were just Y/n without them. So yeah, he would tease you about it. Like some of his members, he always made sure you had your glasses, especially when you were cooking something you needed to read instructions. Then when it came to driving, you never wore them even though you should. Mingi hadn't noticed you weren't wearing them until you were already pulling into the parking lot of the store. “You drove this far without your glasses on?!” he freaked a little. You nodded. “Yeah...it's not a big deal.” He flicks your forehead saying. “Y/n, you know you're supposed to wear them when you're driving. Now put them on.” Unfortunately, you left your glasses somewhere you couldn't remember, but you didn't want to tell Mingi that.

Wooyoung: He bought you a cute little eyeglass holder to put your glasses on for when you aren't wearing them and that way you wouldn't misplace them, but sometimes you did. Wooyoung liked how the glasses added to your cuteness factor even when you thought you didn't look all that cute in them. He would take off-guard photos of you with your glasses. His favorite one was when you were in the middle of pushing your glasses up. Like San, if you fell asleep with your glasses on, Wooyoung would carefully try to take them off you without waking you up. Then when it came to driving, you never wore your glasses at all. You just forgot to put them on each time so when in the car with Wooyoung, he would be staring at you. “What?” you would say. “Aren't you forgetting the most important thing?” he would say. “No.” you would say. “Your glasses.” he would say. “Oh yeah, those things.” you would say.

Ateez with their short s/o

Requested: Ateez's reactions to their short s/o tries to jump on the countertop to reach something.

A/N: I am so sorry it took me a while to actually get to this. But hopefully, you still enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Seonghwa: When he sees you trying to jump on the countertop. He rushes over standing behind you with his arms out ready to catch you if you fall. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He would ask in a slight panic. All you wanted to do was get your favorite snack without bothering your boyfriend. When you almost fell back. Seonghwa freaks and helps you down, scolding you a bit before he reaches up to grab your snack for you.

Hongjoong: At first he doesn't pay any attention to what you are doing. He watches you jump up and down to try to get what you want. "Uh, Y/n do you need help?" he would ask. You'll tell him "N-No I got it." As you struggled to get what you wanted. He would watch you as you climb up the countertop. He's scared thinking you were going to hurt yourself. He stands behind you. Carefully watching each of your movements. His reflexes are fast when he thinks you made a wrong move. Stressing him tf out.

Jongho: He rushes up to you when he sees you on the countertop trying to reach for your favorite package of Ramen. “You're going to hurt yourself y/n here. Let me help you.” He would say. But you're very adamant about getting the ramen yourself without his help. “I got this!” You would say. But clearly, you didn't then slip off the countertop scaring the shit out of Jongho. He catches you. Checking to see if you are okay.

San: When he walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to jump up on the countertop. He comes over to you. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?!” He would say. He has told you a million times if you couldn't reach something, come and ask for his help. But there was that part of you that wanted to be independent enough to get something yourself without his help. “I'll get it for you.” he's sweet about. Kisses the top of your head.

Yeosang: Seeing you on the countertop puts him in protective mode. He tries not to freak out because he doesn't want you to freak out because he's freaking out. He uses a gentle voice as he talks to you helping you down. He knows you have been trying not to bug him about getting things for you that were high up. But Yeosang would rather you bug him nonstop to get whatever you wanted. “Y/n, what if you were to hurt yourself?” He would say. A kiss to your hairline.

Mingi: He watches you for a second to see what you're trying to do. When jumping up, trying to grab the cereal doesn't help you. You decide to climb up the countertop. He rushes up to you looking up at you. “Get down before you fall!” He would say. Of course, you didn't think you would fall. You did this a bunch of times when he wasn't home, so you were good until you tried getting down with the cereal and fell into Mingi. He scolds you but makes sure his girl isn't hurt.

Yunho: Yunho had gotten you a step stool a few months ago. That way, you could use it to reach for what you needed. But according to you, you were tall enough to reach for anything and refused to use the step stool. So when he walks into the kitchen and sees you on top of the countertop trying to get bowls for dinner, he's a little upset and afraid you would fall if you weren't careful. He helps you down and flicks your forehead and you pout. “Listen here shorty use the step stool next time. I don't care how tall you think you are, but you're too short to be doing this. You could hurt yourself and I don't wanna see my girl hurt.” he would tell you.

Wooyoung: He did freak out seeing you on the countertop. He's cussing in Korean and trying to get you to come down. You roll your eyes at your boyfriend as you reach for a package of your favorite cookies. “Y/n are you crazy? Why didn't you ask for my help?” he would say as he helped you down. “Because I could get it myself.” You would tell him. He pinches your cheeks. “No, you couldn't if you were climbing up on countertops. Next time, get a chair or come get me.”

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

18+ MINORS DON'T INTERACT

summary: Hongjoong, the son of a rich politician, can't get enough of you the daughter of a plug.

Warnings: drugs, and mention of k*lling.

a/n: I love me some Kevin Gates and really love his song Plug Daughter 2 and I couldn't help but want to write something based on that song and Hongjoong came to mind for this fic. This is just written for fun and my enjoyment, but if you enjoy it as well, comment and reblog. 🥹

Side note: this is my first time writing smut and MY LAST TIME, maybe. So please take it easy on me okay? I'm not a smut writer but I wanted to try my hands at it. Smut with plot??? sorry for any mistakes.

“I'm fuckin’ with the plug daughter.”

You and Hongjoong were in the backseat of your black Bentley. Your Chanel skirt is lifted and your pink thong is pulled to the side. Hongjoong's thick dick is buried deep into your tight pretty pussy.

Hongjoong's face hid in the crook of your neck. He's breathing heavily against your beautiful black skin. He's whimpering thrusting up into you. Your walls tighten around his dick. He's close to cumming. Your fingers snatch his hair pulling his head back so he can look at you. Smiling at him, you couldn't help but enjoy your man's expression.

“Awe, you're such a good boy for not cumming yet.” You cooed. Hongjoong fingers dig into your waist. He picks up his pace slamming up into you. Your head dips back in pleasure crying out his name and fuck Hongjoong thought that was hot.

“I-I want to cum please, Y/n?” Hongjoong begs. His dick twitches inside you and you clenched yourself around his big dick. He cusses. The sound of him pounding into you filled your Bentley. Panting breaths. You pull his hair harder. Your pretty wet pussy felt so good to him.

Hongjoong wants to cum deep inside you and then eat you out. He knew how much you liked being eaten out after he cums in you. There was something sexy about a man eating his own cum out of your pussy.

The sound of Hongjoong's phone goes off. It's his father calling. You tell Hongjoong to answer it and does. He tried to steady his breathing, his thrusting slows down and you bounce on his dick as he talked to his father.

“Yes, F-Father?” Hongjoong said into the phone.

“Where the hell are you? It's the state dinner is tonight you're supposed to be here.”

“I had something to take care of.”

You did this thing with your pussy that makes Hongjoong hiss into the phone. Leaning down beside his free ear you whispered, “Let your daddy hear how good I'm fucking you, Hongjoong~”

Shit. That was such a turn-on for Hongjoong. He closed his eyes, his phone pressed against his ear. His father is saying something to in him Korean asking him if he's listening. But Hongjoong is too focused on how hot your pussy felt. You tease his sensitive dick head with your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Y/n.” he moaned into the phone.

“Y/n? What are you saying? Hongjoong what the hell are you doing!?” he's father barked into the phone.

Hongjoong didn't want his dick to go soft from the sound of his father's voice so he hung up throwing his phone beside him. You pout, slowly sinking your pussy down on his thick veiny dick.

“Awe, Hongjoong you didn't want your daddy to hear how good I fuck you?” you smiled at him.

You gently rest your hand on Hongjoong's throat, lightly applying enough pressure. You squeeze his throat a little tight. Hongjoong loved it when you choked him. He starts thrusting again, a little faster, nails digging into your waist breaking the skin. His balls tighten. He's getting a little lightheaded, his dick is more sensitive now. He's hitting your spot. You thought of how nice it would feel if he had his thumb inside your ass right now. With his last deep thrust up into you, he cums hard, his body shaking, his eyes rolled back into his bed. He's cussing. You ride his overly sensitive dick and he's begging you to stop because he can't take it.

You move from him sitting beside him as his cum runs from your pussy onto your car's seat. Hongjoong needed a little time to get himself together before he can eat that pretty pussy of yours. He runs his hands down his sweaty face.

“Why is it every time we fuck. You fuck me like you'll never see me again?” Hongjoong asks.

You laughed pulling your thong off.

“To keep you addicted.” you teased.

Hongjoong thought you were crazy for that but he loved your kind of crazy. It always kept him crawling back to you. This man would let you step on his balls in your red bottom heels if it meant making you smile.

He looks over at you seeing you play with your nipples. You lift your feet, bringing your toes to his lips. He kisses your toes and sucks on them before he moves to kiss your ankle, then kiss your leg all the up your inner thigh to your leaking pussy. He licks your pussy lips and then kisses them before he plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy tasting his cum.

You closed your eyes ready to get the best head of your life. Hongjoong was at good at giving head. The first time he ever gave you head was inside a church in the confessional booth he had you calling out to God until you squirted all over his face.

This time your phone rings from the front seat. You ignored it forcing on how good Hongjoong's tongue felt. He rub his thumb on your clenching asshole, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass. You gasped. Your phone stops ringing. But then Hongjoong's phone rings. He stops what he's doing to answer it and you're pissed.

“Oh,hi, sir,” Hongjoong said. He mouthed to you that it's your father.

You rolled your eyes not in the mood anymore.

“Yes, I'll make the drop now.”

Hongjoong ends the call. He looks over at you seeing how annoyed you look.

“Just go.” you wave him off. Even though you wanted him to finish you knew if your father needed him to make a drop he had to do it immediately.

“I'll make it up to you, y/n.” he leans over kissing your hairline.

Your dad used to be Hongjoong's plug who he would buy coke from. Now Hongjoong worked for your dad. A son of a politician being a runner boy for the plug.

The first time Hongjoong saw you, you were sitting pretty in the backseat of your father's Rolls Royce. Hongjoong knew right then he had to have you. You and Hongjoong started a thing. At first, it was meaningless sex between you and him, but Hongjoong caught feelings. You thought it was adorable how he would hang on to your every word. You loved attention and Hongjoong just adored you.

So you kept him like a pet. And all pets need a collar so you bought him a diamond collar.

You kissed Hongjoong before he left. Not feeling satisfied at all you were going to go home and use your vibrator.

Hongjoong never envisioned this type of life for himself. His father would kill him if he ever found out he was moving drugs. The son of a politician couldn't be caught up in this kind of life, it would slander his father's name. And God the headlines of newspaper articles would be fucking crazy.

Now Hongjong was caught up in this shit he couldn't get out off if he wanted to. Your father already told him if he ever left you or even hurt you, he would kill Hongjong's family in front of him; your father already had bullets with their names. Literally.

Doing this kind of work could get Hongjoong killed if he wasn't careful; he was associating himself with dangerous people who knew who he was and where he lived. At least your father offered him protection. Stay loyal. That's all your father asks of him.

A knock on the tinted SUV window makes Hongjong roll it down. Yeosang takes off his sunglasses smiling at Hongjoong. Yeosang was one of your father's buyers and the guy you used to fuck. You cut him off after you and Hongjong got together. Hongjoong was just a better fuck and a good obedient boy when you needed him to be. And because of that Yeosang felt some type of way about you cutting him off. He could smell your favorite Arabian perfume coming off Hongjong. And that made his jaw tick.

"Has she been a good fuck for you?" Yeosang asks.

"That's none of your business," HongJoong said. "I got your load in the back.”

Hongjoong steps out of the SUV adjusting his suit. The two men in the front get out with their guns, just in case anything goes down. Yeosang men were just a few feet away watching with their guns out too. Hongjoong opens the trunk. Yeonsang signals for his men to come over. One of the men hands him a silver briefcase. Yeosang opens it letting Hongjong see the money inside before handing it over to him.

“How's Y/n?” Yeosang asks he steps out of the way as his men move the load from the trunk over to the car.

Hongjoong doesn't see why he cares about how you are doing. You and Yeosang were never a thing romantically. He rather fuck you like some rabbit into the bedsheets than care about anything you had going on with you.

“Y/n is one of your business anymore. So stop bringing her up each time we meet.”

Yeosang laughed, clapping his hands like Hongjoong said something funny. He steps to Hongjoong, his eyes lowering, getting a little darker.

“You think your preppy little ass has claim over her? You're just a dick she can fuck whenever she wants. When she finds her new plaything you'll be tossed to the side like some cum rag.” Yeosang spits on Hongjoong's shoes.

“Are you that salty cause, Y/n isn't fucking your little dick ass anymore?” Hongjoong bites back.

That pisses Yeosong off.

Of course, you told Hongjoong how small Yeosang's dick was. And how he wasn't able to satisfy you as much. You only kept Yeosang around because of his connections with the Mafia and because he spoiled you with Chanel and Tiffany.

“Watch yourself, Hongjoong.” Yeosang bumps Hongjoong's shoulder as he walks toward his car.

Great. Another reason for him to stay looking over his shoulder.

a/n: okay I was laughing so hard while writing the smut part lol. Idk if they'll be a part two or not. So I just let it end there in case anyone wants a part two.

Wrote this, but it is not showing up for people to read, so I am re-blogging on my account to see if it works

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

NSFW MINORS DON'T INTERACT

summary: Hongjoong, the son of a rich politician, can't get enough of you the daughter of a plug.

Warnings: drugs, and mention of k*lling.

a/n: I love me some Kevin Gates and really love his song Plug Daughter 2 and I couldn't help but want to write something based on that song and Hongjoong came to mind for this fic. This is just written for fun and my enjoyment, but if you enjoy it as well, comment and reblog. 🥹

Side note: this is my first time writing smut and MY LAST TIME, maybe. So please take it easy on me okay? I'm not a smut writer but I wanted to try my hands at it. Smut with plot??? sorry for any mistakes.

“I'm fuckin’ with the plug daughter.”

You and Hongjoong were in the backseat of your black Bentley. Your Chanel skirt is lifted and your pink thong is pulled to the side. Hongjoong's thick dick is buried deep into your tight pretty pussy.

Hongjoong's face hid in the crook of your neck. He's breathing heavily against your beautiful black skin. He's whimpering thrusting up into you. Your walls tighten around his dick. He's close to cumming. Your fingers snatch his hair pulling his head back so he can look at you. Smiling at him, you couldn't help but enjoy your man's expression.

“Awe, you're such a good boy for not cumming yet.” You cooed. Hongjoong fingers dig into your waist. He picks up his pace slamming up into you. Your head dips back in pleasure crying out his name and fuck Hongjoong thought that was hot.

“I-I want to cum please, Y/n?” Hongjoong begs. His dick twitches inside you and you clenched yourself around his big dick. He cusses. The sound of him pounding into you filled your Bentley. Panting breaths. You pull his hair harder. Your pretty wet pussy felt so good to him.

Hongjoong wants to cum deep inside you and then eat you out. He knew how much you liked being eaten out after he cums in you. There was something sexy about a man eating his own cum out of your pussy.

The sound of Hongjoong's phone goes off. It's his father calling. You tell Hongjoong to answer it and does. He tried to steady his breathing, his thrusting slows down and you bounce on his dick as he talked to his father.

“Yes, F-Father?” Hongjoong said into the phone.

“Where the hell are you? It's the state dinner is tonight you're supposed to be here.”

“I had something to take care of.”

You did this thing with your pussy that makes Hongjoong hiss into the phone. Leaning down beside his free ear you whispered, “Let your daddy hear how good I'm fucking you, Hongjoong~”

Shit. That was such a turn-on for Hongjoong. He closed his eyes, his phone pressed against his ear. His father is saying something to in him Korean asking him if he's listening. But Hongjoong is too focused on how hot your pussy felt. You tease his sensitive dick head with your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Y/n.” he moaned into the phone.

“Y/n? What are you saying? Hongjoong what the hell are you doing!?” he's father barked into the phone.

Hongjoong didn't want his dick to go soft from the sound of his father's voice so he hung up throwing his phone beside him. You pout, slowly sinking your pussy down on his thick veiny dick.

“Awe, Hongjoong you didn't want your daddy to hear how good I fuck you?” you smiled at him.

You gently rest your hand on Hongjoong's throat, lightly applying enough pressure. You squeeze his throat a little tight. Hongjoong loved it when you choked him. He starts thrusting again, a little faster, nails digging into your waist breaking the skin. His balls tighten. He's getting a little lightheaded, his dick is more sensitive now. He's hitting your spot. You thought of how nice it would feel if he had his thumb inside your ass right now. With his last deep thrust up into you, he cums hard, his body shaking, his eyes rolled back into his bed. He's cussing. You ride his overly sensitive dick and he's begging you to stop because he can't take it.

You move from him sitting beside him as his cum runs from your pussy onto your car's seat. Hongjoong needed a little time to get himself together before he can eat that pretty pussy of yours. He runs his hands down his sweaty face.

“Why is it every time we fuck. You fuck me like you'll never see me again?” Hongjoong asks.

You laughed pulling your thong off.

“To keep you addicted.” you teased.

Hongjoong thought you were crazy for that but he loved your kind of crazy. It always kept him crawling back to you. This man would let you step on his balls in your red bottom heels if it meant making you smile.

He looks over at you seeing you play with your nipples. You lift your feet, bringing your toes to his lips. He kisses your toes and sucks on them before he moves to kiss your ankle, then kiss your leg all the up your inner thigh to your leaking pussy. He licks your pussy lips and then kisses them before he plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy tasting his cum.

You closed your eyes ready to get the best head of your life. Hongjoong was at good at giving head. The first time he ever gave you head was inside a church in the confessional booth he had you calling out to God until you squirted all over his face.

This time your phone rings from the front seat. You ignored it forcing on how good Hongjoong's tongue felt. He rub his thumb on your clenching asshole, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass. You gasped. Your phone stops ringing. But then Hongjoong's phone rings. He stops what he's doing to answer it and you're pissed.

“Oh,hi, sir,” Hongjoong said. He mouthed to you that it's your father.

You rolled your eyes not in the mood anymore.

“Yes, I'll make the drop now.”

Hongjoong ends the call. He looks over at you seeing how annoyed you look.

“Just go.” you wave him off. Even though you wanted him to finish you knew if your father needed him to make a drop he had to do it immediately.

“I'll make it up to you, y/n.” he leans over kissing your hairline.

Your dad used to be Hongjoong's plug who he would buy coke from. Now Hongjoong worked for your dad. A son of a politician being a runner boy for the plug.

The first time Hongjoong saw you, you were sitting pretty in the backseat of your father's Rolls Royce. Hongjoong knew right then he had to have you. You and Hongjoong started a thing. At first, it was meaningless sex between you and him, but Hongjoong caught feelings. You thought it was adorable how he would hang on to your every word. You loved attention and Hongjoong just adored you.

So you kept him like a pet. And all pets need a collar so you bought him a diamond collar.

You kissed Hongjoong before he left. Not feeling satisfied at all you were going to go home and use your vibrator.

Hongjoong never envisioned this type of life for himself. His father would kill him if he ever found out he was moving drugs. The son of a politician couldn't be caught up in this kind of life, it would slander his father's name. And God the headlines of newspaper articles would be fucking crazy.

Now Hongjong was caught up in this shit he couldn't get out off if he wanted to. Your father already told him if he ever left you or even hurt you, he would kill Hongjong's family in front of him; your father already had bullets with their names. Literally.

Doing this kind of work could get Hongjoong killed if he wasn't careful; he was associating himself with dangerous people who knew who he was and where he lived. At least your father offered him protection. Stay loyal. That's all your father asks of him.

A knock on the tinted SUV window makes Hongjong roll it down. Yeosang takes off his sunglasses smiling at Hongjoong. Yeosang was one of your father's buyers and the guy you used to fuck. You cut him off after you and Hongjong got together. Hongjoong was just a better fuck and a good obedient boy when you needed him to be. And because of that Yeosang felt some type of way about you cutting him off. He could smell your favorite Arabian perfume coming off Hongjong. And that made his jaw tick.

"Has she been a good fuck for you?" Yeosang asks.

"That's none of your business," HongJoong said. "I got your load in the back.”

Hongjoong steps out of the SUV adjusting his suit. The two men in the front get out with their guns, just in case anything goes down. Yeosang men were just a few feet away watching with their guns out too. Hongjoong opens the trunk. Yeonsang signals for his men to come over. One of the men hands him a silver briefcase. Yeosang opens it letting Hongjong see the money inside before handing it over to him.

“How's Y/n?” Yeosang asks he steps out of the way as his men move the load from the trunk over to the car.

Hongjoong doesn't see why he cares about how you are doing. You and Yeosang were never a thing romantically. He rather fuck you like some rabbit into the bedsheets than care about anything you had going on with you.

“Y/n is one of your business anymore. So stop bringing her up each time we meet.”

Yeosang laughed, clapping his hands like Hongjoong said something funny. He steps to Hongjoong, his eyes lowering, getting a little darker.

“You think your preppy little ass has claim over her? You're just a dick she can fuck whenever she wants. When she finds her new plaything you'll be tossed to the side like some cum rag.” Yeosang spits on Hongjoong's shoes.

“Are you that salty cause, Y/n isn't fucking your little dick ass anymore?” Hongjoong bites back.

That pisses Yeosong off.

Of course, you told Hongjoong how small Yeosang's dick was. And how he wasn't able to satisfy you as much. You only kept Yeosang around because of his connections with the Mafia and because he spoiled you with Chanel and Tiffany.

“Watch yourself, Hongjoong.” Yeosang bumps Hongjoong's shoulder as he walks toward his car.

Great. Another reason for him to stay looking over his shoulder.

a/n: okay I was laughing so hard while writing the smut part lol. Idk if they'll be a part two or not. So I just let it end there in case anyone wants a part two.

Ateez reactions to their S/O sharing their drink or food with them.

Requested: how would the members react to a s/o being comfortable enough to share their drink or food with them when they know it isn't their thing.

a/n: ugh I hope you like it. 😭 sorry for any mistakes.

YEOSANG: he would be surprised if you shared your drink with him. “really you are sharing with me?” he would ask, taking your bottle of juice and sipping from it. You never liked drinking after people or sharing food. It was never your thing. Yeosang always made sure to never drink out of anything you were having. Since getting into a relationship with Yeosang, you wanted to share your drinks with him, but you weren't always sure if you wanted to until now and saw that your boyfriend looked thirsty.

JONGHO: he would be a little unsure when you offered him a bite of your food. He'd decline at first and then change his mind when you pout a little. Jongho would say something like, “Are you sure?” or “You never share, but I'm happy you offered me a bite.” Jongho is the type of boyfriend who shares his food with you, but he always gives you half of it because he knows you don't like eating after people, not even with him. He never complained about it, though. It was just something you didn't like to do, and he respected that.

WOOYOUNG: he would look at you strangely when you helped your straw up to his lips. “You never share your drinks. What's going on? Where is my girlfriend?” Wooyoung would squint his eyes at you. This was something new, and he was trying to figure out why you suddenly wanted to share your drink. But he happily sipped from the pink-dotted straw. He remembered when you and he first started dating; you told him you didn't drink after people or let anyone drink after you. You just found it a little weird and just weren't comfortable with it.

SAN: he would be happy that you were sharing your food with him and letting him take the first bite and then you have a bite after him. “Oh, wow, you're comfortable sharing your food with me now?” he would smile before taking another bite of your food. San has always waited patiently for you to come around with you sharing your food with him. He never bugged you about it because he knew how picky you could be with these sorts of things.

SEONGHWA: he would be shocked that you were handing over your drink to him. He had said he was thirsty, but there were no vending machines around for him to get anything. “Really? You're letting me drink after you?” he would ask as he took your drink from your hand. He never thought this day would come that you'd be sharing your drink with him. It even took you a while in the relationship to get comfortable enough to share food with him. Seonghwa is the type of boyfriend to want to share his food with you, wanting to feed you after he tasted it first.

YUNHO: he would be a little skeptical about you wanting to share your drink with him. It just wasn't your thing to do. He knew you were trying to be open to sharing with him. “You don't have to share your drink with me if you don't want to, y/n.” he would say. But you wanted to share with him. He's your boyfriend. It was something you would have to get used to doing with him. Besides you always got yummy drinks and wanted for Yunho to taste them, but that fear of having someone drink after you always stopped you from doing so.

MINGI: he would be caught off guard when you take a bite of his burger that he had already bitten into. His eyes were a little wide as he stared at you, watching you chew happily. “Okay, did you really bite my burger?!” he would laugh but felt happy with you eating. It wasn't a rule that you had that you would never eat or drink after Mingi, it was just you never felt comfortable doing it. You've been dating Mingi for a while and you knew you wanted to share stuff with him like food and drinks. He never pressured you into anything, he respected that you didn't like eating and drinking after people.

HONGJOONG: He would be excited that you were finally sharing your drinks with him. Because he always wanted to do that cute couple thing where you both shared a drink, sipping out of your own straws. “Thanks for sharing with me. It means a lot to me that you're comfortable enough to share your drink with me now.” He would say smiling. That's all Hongjoong ever wanted you to be was comfortable with him.

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

Ateez has different interactions with you and your bonnet.

No warnings.

A/N: Wasn't really sure about this, but hopefully, someone likes it. I enjoyed writing it.

Sorry for any mistakes.

Mingi: He is the type of boyfriend who will carefully put your bonnet back on after it comes off in the middle of the night. He also changed out his pillowcases to silk pillowcases just for you. When you're getting ready for bed, he helps with getting your hair into your bonnet. He'll kiss your forehead telling you: “You're so beautiful. Don't ever forget how beautiful you are. Hell, I'll never let you forget how beautiful you are, Y/n.”

Wooyoung: It was your first time spending the night with your boyfriend Wooyoung. You stood in the bathroom clenching your leopard-printed bonnet in your hands. “What if he laughs.” you'd think. There's a quick knock at the door, and you jump clearing your throat. Wooyoung asks if everything is okay. You suck in a deep breath, slipping your bonnet on. Slowly you opened the door saying to Wooyoung: “Don't laugh.” he'd be a little confused as to why you'd say that then his eyes came to the leopard-printed bonnet. “Oh, honey.” He'd cooed. “I would never laugh at you. You look so lovely in your bonnet."

San: He would buy your bonnets for you. Usually, they would be in his favorite colors, he even got you a customized bonnet with his picture on it a little cheesy, some would think but you loved the hell out that one bonnet. He's the type of boyfriend to remind you to put on your bonnet before sleeping. When you're all whiny and too tired to put it on yourself San puts your bonnet on you with a small pout saying, “Hmm, I think I spoil you too much. You can put your bonnet on yourself, baby.” but he would always do it because he loves taking care of you.

Yunho: He'd be a little surprised seeing you wear your bonnet for the first time around him. “Hey, you never wear your bonnet around me before.” he'd say as he fixes your bonnet on your head. “I...I was just never comfortable enough til now.” You'd say. Hearing this hurts him a little, he gently cups your adorable face tilting your head so you're looking up at him. “Thank you.” He'd say. “Why are you thanking me?” You'd blink, confused at your man. He would smile giving your pouty lips a quick kiss, saying, “For sharing this part of yourself with me. I know it may not be easy for you to let me see you in your bonnet, but I will always still thank you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Jongho: He helps you get your box braids into your bonnet every night. Jongho always looked forward to helping you, it was his favorite part of his nighttime routine with you. “You know J, you don't always have to help me.” You'd say. Jongho would kiss the top of your head and say, “But I want to help you.” There was this warm feeling that spread over you. This differed from your past relationships where you felt ashamed to even wear your bonnet since your ex-partners would make fun of you or they just found you wearing a bonnet not sexy at all. So having your boyfriend Jongho always help you was this very intimate moment for the both of you.

Yeosang: He wears a matching bonnet with you. The pink bonnet with the blackband. Yeosang would always buy a variety of bonnets for you and him. Always matching ones, though. He had a bonnet with your picture on it that was his favorite one to wear. “God, did you really have to put my face on a bonnet, Yeosang?” You'd ask the first time you saw your face on the silky light blue bonnet he's wearing. He'd playfully grin at you before quickly giving you a kiss on the nose, “Of course I did. You're my beautiful girl.” he'd say. Your face gets all warm and you softly slap your hand against his chest and smile.

Hongjoong: “If you don't like it. I can take it off.” You'd say to Hongjoong the first time he sees you in your bonnet. His brows knit together and he pulls you down to sit on his lap. “No. I love it. I would never ask you to take off your bonnet. I'm happy you're comfortable with me now to let me see you wear one.” He'd give your thigh a light little squeeze. “You don't find me unattractive or anything, do you?” you'd ask. Hongjoong would smile at you, holding your gaze. “Why would I? Protecting your hair is important to me. I still find you attractive with your bonnet. It's sexy.”

Seonghwa: just like Mingi, Seonghwa is the type of boyfriend who puts your bonnet back on in the middle of the night, his voice low, and soft with sleep as he speaks to you while you're half asleep. “Y/n, baby lift your head some for me.” he'd say as tucks your hair back into your bonnet. You'd pout in your sleep not wanting to listen to your boyfriend. Seonghwa would carefully lift your head himself to get your bonnet fully on your head. “You sleep too wild that's why your bonnet always comes off.” he'd kiss your forehead. You mumble something in your sleepy voice into his chest, “The bonnet has a mind of its own.”

ATEEZ S/o Popular YouTube Live Streamer Reaction.

Requested: i would like to request how ateez members would react to their s/o being a popular YouTube streamer and them accidentally walking in on their s/o live stream in the chat would go crazy.

a/n: this is a birthday themed request. I enjoyed making this. It was funny to me. 🤣

NOT EDITED BUT PROOFREAD A LITTLE.

MINGI: "HAPPY BIRTDA-" He stops at the threshold of the door wearing a party hat and holding a cake. "Oh, are you live streaming?"

You turned in your gamer chair looking at your boyfriend. "Um, yeah."

"Oh, really?" He steps further into the room, looking at the computer screen.

The chat box started going crazy

Zen: Omg is that who I think it is?!?

Baby Tee: Is this your boyfriend y/n? Why does he low-key look like Mingi from Ateez?

Theodore: Oh my freaking nuts. MINGI? Is this a prank? Or is this some crazy video editing somehow?!?

Suan: their boyfriend can't b Mingi. Not THE Mingi. This has to be some kind of prank fr fr.

Psycho: It makes sense now why Y/n never showed us their bf. Its cause he is just as famous as they are!!

You pulled your boyfriend into the screen smiling. "Um, Everyone so yeah... Mingi from ateez is my boyfriend."

Mingi sat the cake down so he could wave. "Hi, Everyone, I am Y/n's boyfriend. Nice to meet you all." He smiles. "If you all don't mind, I'm going to steal y/n for a few hours."

YUNHO: He didn't know that you were in the middle of live streaming when he came dancing into the room singing Happy Birthday and popping confetti poppers.

"Yunho, I'm living streaming right now." You pointed at your computer.

"Oh, shit." he quickly bows. "I didn't mean to ruin your live."

The chat box started to go off.

Kill la Kill: Okay no, cause is dat YUNHO I see? lol.

Mint Mint: U CAN RUIN MY LIFE!!

Prince Charming: Is he ur boyfriend?

Rugrat: Y were u keepin him a secret from us?

Paul: Is this guy famous or sumthing?

Lizzy Bear: Don't tell me he's Y/n's bf like they're my WAIFU!!

NOT OKAY: I hope Y/n can fight. LMAO

"Would you like to join the live with me, Yunho?" You ask him.

"I don't want to steal the attention from you, but if you want to I will." He pushes you out of the way and smiles into the camera. "Yunho, taking over."

JONGHO: While you were in the middle of showing off your new headset, a fan gifted you. Jongho burst open the door blowing a party blower. "Let's get the party start-" he pauses. "Oh. Oh, are you streaming already?"

"Yeah." You said. "Want to say hi?"

Jongho wobbles over, waving. "Hi, I'm Jongho. Y/n's number 1 supporter."

The chat box starts flooding in with messages.

Bambi: No way. NO FREAKING WAY THIS IS THE JONGHO!!

Jaya Jaya ya: He should be grateful to have bagged a baddie like Y/n.

Shy Mariah: BLOW THE WHISTLE!

sUpEr MaRio: I just started stanning ATEEZ and Jongho is my bias!!! i'mma go cry in a corner.

My lucky lady: New Ship?

BBQ Sauce on my tittes: Jst waiting for the crazy fans to enter the chat *sips tea*

SAY MY NAME: Does dis mean we getting couple stuff now? cuz I don't mind at all :)

Jongho laughs at the ship comment saying. "What can our ship name be?"

You rolled your eyes nudging him out of the way. "Jongho has boyfriend duties now. Say bye Jongho."

He pouts. "Bye Y/n's live stream fans."

SEONGHWA: He was rubbing his sleepy eyes in his other hand was a gift bag with your birthday gift, he sleepily walked into the middle of your live stream yawning, holding out your gift in front of you. "Y/n, happy birthday."

"Baby, say hi to my fans." You beamed.

"Huh?"

You pulled him down to be in frame and pointed at your computer. "I'm live."

"What?!" Seonghwa nervously laughed, running his fingers through his messy bleached hair. "Um, Hi Y/n's fans I didn't mean to interrupt."

Fever Fever: Mother Seonghwa is that u?

Bad boi dwn: Oh, wonder how his company is going to cover this up?

Queen of tha South: Wasn't expecting to be blinded by a handsome man.

Lil Lotto: We need a story time cause like wtf?

U can call me monster: Y/n musta did something in a past life to be this lucky to get a K-POP man.

Crazy Form: whenever he eat the cookie he got good form?????

Alice In Wonderland: This man makes me forget I'm lesbian.

"Should we do a small q & a?" You ask your fans.

Seonghwa sits on your lap. "Yeah, should we?"

WOOYOUNG: He was wearing a pink lace apron and carrying a homemade cake when he walked into the middle of your live streaming while you were doing the dance to Bouncy.

"I baked you a cake for your birthday but I see you're busy. I'll come back later." Wooyoung said.

"I'm having a birthday live. You can join in. Everyone would love to see you."

Your fans started flooding the chat.

Pirate King: R my eyes deceiving me? Wooyoung is that you my boy?

Kitty Kat: Oh they really living the Y/n life.

White boy wasted: Haters gonna say this fake.

i stole ur bias: adding to the hit list.

Alpha Josh: So are we going to ignore the fact that this man is overly gorgeous?

Pizza HūrT: Life isn't fair because how can I live the Y/n dream? do I need to play “I'm not like other girls” card?

Dirty Sprite: K, that explains why she never shows us her phone screen saver.

Woo Woo: I can't right now. Because like Wooyoung and Y/n are together? Two of my favorite ppl n the world!

“Well, since I'm in the live stream, can you all help me wish, Y/n a very happy birthday.” Wooyoung gives you a kiss on the cheek.

YEOSANG: He didn't mean to barge in during your live stream. At first he doesn't notice because he puts his phone in your face. The rest of Ateez faces were shoved into the phone camera yelling happy birthday to you, it was so chaotic and loud. You smiled at Yeosang.

“Babe I'm in the middle of a live stream right now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. See everyone is commenting.” You point at the chat box.

Yeosang reads the incoming messages.

Depresso Expresso: idk how to explain it but he's the product of his mother during all the work doing sex.

Dat girl Maya: yeah what they said ^^^

Get'em Gates: r u 2 dating?

Ur Faves Can't Rap: I'm suddenly gay.

M0lLy: Oh I know he's cracking her back like a glow stick every night.

I got that dog in meee: Funny of u to assume he does the cracking ^^^

Princess Tee: he's a work of ARRRT.

Megan Thee Goat: He's the definition of HOT BOY. If ykyk.

“Okay say bye to Yeosang everyone before he gets a big head.” You laughed, poking your boyfriend in the ribs.

HONGJOONG: “Okay make a wish!” Hongjoong burst into your room with a cupcake in his hand and a big smile on his face.

You spun in your gaming chair. “Where are your clothes?”

“I'm your birthday gift.” Hongjoong winks at you.

“Thats nice in and all. But there's like 100,000 people seeing your junk.”

“You're joking right?” He lets out a nervous laugh, using the cupcake to cover himself.

“Nope. Live stream.”

“Live stream?” he swallowed and waves at everyone watching. “Hi, I'm um Hongjoong Y/n's birthday gift.”

The chat box went crazy.

Vanilla baby: At least he came unwrapped. My God!!!

GUERRILLA: ooou he's a big boy indeed.

Choke me spank me: sssjjiokhdgfertgyjbfrfv.

San's left nut: I can die happily now.

Icky Vicky: He your man?!?

Touch sum grass: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! But please get your naked man off the screen. My mom walked in and thought I was watching porn....

Jimin's baby momma: am I in a fanfic right now?

Peru Peru: He slanging.

Sativa: he really gifted us all.

Bill Nye: isn't this how most porns start?

3D: Can he make it bouncy?

Olivia: This man is sex on legs.

“Sorry, everyone. Hongjoong will go put on some clothes now.”

“But I like the attention.”

You ended the live playfully beating up Hongjoong.

SAN: He had the same idea as Hongjoong but instead of being naked he wore a silk black robe but still naked underneath. San walked into your room with a bottle of champagne and from somewhere in the house Birthday by Katy Perry played.

"Y/n, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" San drops his robe, bare ass to the camera. "This is all for you. but when isn't it?" he smirks.

You stared at your boyfriend. "Um babe, you're mooning my live stream."

"What the fuck?" He hurries to grab the robe from the floor to cover himself. "Why didn't you say anything sooner!”

You laughed. “I wasn't expecting you go all Chippendale's on me.”

The messages started to flood in.

Isamu: Um... Continue please?

Misty Blue: lol mooning yes. A FULL moon indeed.

Hawaii Five - O: Lol is it just me are does he look like San from ATEEZ?

Jazmine: Yea was watching with my dad...Thanks...

Lisa: CAUSE IT IS SAN FROM ATEEZ. *screaming and punching the air*

Da Kid: Boyfriend or Roommate?

Hailey: noooo y is my husband there with Y/n!!!! San you come home this minute!

Supernatural Fan: Didn't think I'd b seeing a guy's bare ass while enjoying my salad.

Beth: Thank you for the heart attack.

Charlie: I don't think roommates do this kind of thing @ Da Kid.

Angelina: PUT IT ON MEEEEEE!!!SCXSYBXQTIVKSWTCHOUDWWXGHGD

Kimmy: Are u getting dick downed by him every night?

iPad adult: Too much junk in the trunk lol.

“Now that everyone has seen my boyfriend's butt. I'm ending the stream.”

“Does that mean you're going to enjoy your birthday gift now?” San smiles at you.

This was my first time writing a fanfic with smut and I cringed and laughed so hard because what business did I have writing this shit?

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

18+ MINORS DON'T INTERACT

summary: Hongjoong, the son of a rich politician, can't get enough of you the daughter of a plug.

Warnings: drugs, and mention of k*lling.

a/n: I love me some Kevin Gates and really love his song Plug Daughter 2 and I couldn't help but want to write something based on that song and Hongjoong came to mind for this fic. This is just written for fun and my enjoyment, but if you enjoy it as well, comment and reblog. 🥹

Side note: this is my first time writing smut and MY LAST TIME, maybe. So please take it easy on me okay? I'm not a smut writer but I wanted to try my hands at it. Smut with plot??? sorry for any mistakes.

“I'm fuckin’ with the plug daughter.”

You and Hongjoong were in the backseat of your black Bentley. Your Chanel skirt is lifted and your pink thong is pulled to the side. Hongjoong's thick dick is buried deep into your tight pretty pussy.

Hongjoong's face hid in the crook of your neck. He's breathing heavily against your beautiful black skin. He's whimpering thrusting up into you. Your walls tighten around his dick. He's close to cumming. Your fingers snatch his hair pulling his head back so he can look at you. Smiling at him, you couldn't help but enjoy your man's expression.

“Awe, you're such a good boy for not cumming yet.” You cooed. Hongjoong fingers dig into your waist. He picks up his pace slamming up into you. Your head dips back in pleasure crying out his name and fuck Hongjoong thought that was hot.

“I-I want to cum please, Y/n?” Hongjoong begs. His dick twitches inside you and you clenched yourself around his big dick. He cusses. The sound of him pounding into you filled your Bentley. Panting breaths. You pull his hair harder. Your pretty wet pussy felt so good to him.

Hongjoong wants to cum deep inside you and then eat you out. He knew how much you liked being eaten out after he cums in you. There was something sexy about a man eating his own cum out of your pussy.

The sound of Hongjoong's phone goes off. It's his father calling. You tell Hongjoong to answer it and does. He tried to steady his breathing, his thrusting slows down and you bounce on his dick as he talked to his father.

“Yes, F-Father?” Hongjoong said into the phone.

“Where the hell are you? It's the state dinner is tonight you're supposed to be here.”

“I had something to take care of.”

You did this thing with your pussy that makes Hongjoong hiss into the phone. Leaning down beside his free ear you whispered, “Let your daddy hear how good I'm fucking you, Hongjoong~”

Shit. That was such a turn-on for Hongjoong. He closed his eyes, his phone pressed against his ear. His father is saying something to in him Korean asking him if he's listening. But Hongjoong is too focused on how hot your pussy felt. You tease his sensitive dick head with your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Y/n.” he moaned into the phone.

“Y/n? What are you saying? Hongjoong what the hell are you doing!?” he's father barked into the phone.

Hongjoong didn't want his dick to go soft from the sound of his father's voice so he hung up throwing his phone beside him. You pout, slowly sinking your pussy down on his thick veiny dick.

“Awe, Hongjoong you didn't want your daddy to hear how good I fuck you?” you smiled at him.

You gently rest your hand on Hongjoong's throat, lightly applying enough pressure. You squeeze his throat a little tight. Hongjoong loved it when you choked him. He starts thrusting again, a little faster, nails digging into your waist breaking the skin. His balls tighten. He's getting a little lightheaded, his dick is more sensitive now. He's hitting your spot. You thought of how nice it would feel if he had his thumb inside your ass right now. With his last deep thrust up into you, he cums hard, his body shaking, his eyes rolled back into his bed. He's cussing. You ride his overly sensitive dick and he's begging you to stop because he can't take it.

You move from him sitting beside him as his cum runs from your pussy onto your car's seat. Hongjoong needed a little time to get himself together before he can eat that pretty pussy of yours. He runs his hands down his sweaty face.

“Why is it every time we fuck. You fuck me like you'll never see me again?” Hongjoong asks.

You laughed pulling your thong off.

“To keep you addicted.” you teased.

Hongjoong thought you were crazy for that but he loved your kind of crazy. It always kept him crawling back to you. This man would let you step on his balls in your red bottom heels if it meant making you smile.

He looks over at you seeing you play with your nipples. You lift your feet, bringing your toes to his lips. He kisses your toes and sucks on them before he moves to kiss your ankle, then kiss your leg all the up your inner thigh to your leaking pussy. He licks your pussy lips and then kisses them before he plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy tasting his cum.

You closed your eyes ready to get the best head of your life. Hongjoong was at good at giving head. The first time he ever gave you head was inside a church in the confessional booth he had you calling out to God until you squirted all over his face.

This time your phone rings from the front seat. You ignored it forcing on how good Hongjoong's tongue felt. He rub his thumb on your clenching asshole, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass. You gasped. Your phone stops ringing. But then Hongjoong's phone rings. He stops what he's doing to answer it and you're pissed.

“Oh,hi, sir,” Hongjoong said. He mouthed to you that it's your father.

You rolled your eyes not in the mood anymore.

“Yes, I'll make the drop now.”

Hongjoong ends the call. He looks over at you seeing how annoyed you look.

“Just go.” you wave him off. Even though you wanted him to finish you knew if your father needed him to make a drop he had to do it immediately.

“I'll make it up to you, y/n.” he leans over kissing your hairline.

Your dad used to be Hongjoong's plug who he would buy coke from. Now Hongjoong worked for your dad. A son of a politician being a runner boy for the plug.

The first time Hongjoong saw you, you were sitting pretty in the backseat of your father's Rolls Royce. Hongjoong knew right then he had to have you. You and Hongjoong started a thing. At first, it was meaningless sex between you and him, but Hongjoong caught feelings. You thought it was adorable how he would hang on to your every word. You loved attention and Hongjoong just adored you.

So you kept him like a pet. And all pets need a collar so you bought him a diamond collar.

You kissed Hongjoong before he left. Not feeling satisfied at all you were going to go home and use your vibrator.

Hongjoong never envisioned this type of life for himself. His father would kill him if he ever found out he was moving drugs. The son of a politician couldn't be caught up in this kind of life, it would slander his father's name. And God the headlines of newspaper articles would be fucking crazy.

Now Hongjong was caught up in this shit he couldn't get out off if he wanted to. Your father already told him if he ever left you or even hurt you, he would kill Hongjong's family in front of him; your father already had bullets with their names. Literally.

Doing this kind of work could get Hongjoong killed if he wasn't careful; he was associating himself with dangerous people who knew who he was and where he lived. At least your father offered him protection. Stay loyal. That's all your father asks of him.

A knock on the tinted SUV window makes Hongjong roll it down. Yeosang takes off his sunglasses smiling at Hongjoong. Yeosang was one of your father's buyers and the guy you used to fuck. You cut him off after you and Hongjong got together. Hongjoong was just a better fuck and a good obedient boy when you needed him to be. And because of that Yeosang felt some type of way about you cutting him off. He could smell your favorite Arabian perfume coming off Hongjong. And that made his jaw tick.

"Has she been a good fuck for you?" Yeosang asks.

"That's none of your business," HongJoong said. "I got your load in the back.”

Hongjoong steps out of the SUV adjusting his suit. The two men in the front get out with their guns, just in case anything goes down. Yeosang men were just a few feet away watching with their guns out too. Hongjoong opens the trunk. Yeonsang signals for his men to come over. One of the men hands him a silver briefcase. Yeosang opens it letting Hongjong see the money inside before handing it over to him.

“How's Y/n?” Yeosang asks he steps out of the way as his men move the load from the trunk over to the car.

Hongjoong doesn't see why he cares about how you are doing. You and Yeosang were never a thing romantically. He rather fuck you like some rabbit into the bedsheets than care about anything you had going on with you.

“Y/n is one of your business anymore. So stop bringing her up each time we meet.”

Yeosang laughed, clapping his hands like Hongjoong said something funny. He steps to Hongjoong, his eyes lowering, getting a little darker.

“You think your preppy little ass has claim over her? You're just a dick she can fuck whenever she wants. When she finds her new plaything you'll be tossed to the side like some cum rag.” Yeosang spits on Hongjoong's shoes.

“Are you that salty cause, Y/n isn't fucking your little dick ass anymore?” Hongjoong bites back.

That pisses Yeosong off.

Of course, you told Hongjoong how small Yeosang's dick was. And how he wasn't able to satisfy you as much. You only kept Yeosang around because of his connections with the Mafia and because he spoiled you with Chanel and Tiffany.

“Watch yourself, Hongjoong.” Yeosang bumps Hongjoong's shoulder as he walks toward his car.

Great. Another reason for him to stay looking over his shoulder.

a/n: okay I was laughing so hard while writing the smut part lol. Idk if they'll be a part two or not. So I just let it end there in case anyone wants a part two.

THIS IS HOW YOU FALL IN LOVE | Mingi x Black Tomboy Reader | FANFIC SERIES.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Warning: Underage drinking.

Genre: Slice of life, Fluff, shaky relationship with parent, Strangers to friends to lovers, Teenagers Au.

Author's Note: FINALLY LET'S GET INTO THIS MINGI FANFIC!!! Lol. The story was kind of proofread but still there may be some mistakes. I'm just riding the vibe of this story, so please don't mind me. This scene in chapter 1 is loosely based on a scene from a book I love named open water. I really loved the feeling it gave me when I read it.

CHAPTER ONE: Hope to see you again.

It's the brief moments that two strangers share an encounter. Names are exchanged and smiles are shared. You think he's cute, but he sort of thinks you're kinda cute of, but if you weren't dressed like a boy. There are a lot of people in someone's basement who you didn't know, but your friend Seonghwa knew the person who was throwing the party. You pull Seonghwa to the side. People drank lukewarm beer, some already drunk, some getting there.

Your fingers wrap around the red solo cup of piss-looking beer. Taking a sip you cringe. This wasn't you. This party wasn't you.

“You good?”

“You know I don't do parties, Seonghwa.”

“Didn't you say you wanted to get out of the house?”

“Yea–”

“So what's the problem?” he knocks his shoulder into yours, causing beer to splash over the rim of your solo cup.

Yeah, what was the problem? Seonghwa was already having a good time. Everyone else here was already deep into a good time. And then there's you who wasn't having a good time.

You smiled. Another sip. “No, Problem.”

Seonghwa takes your forearm dragging you through the crowded basement. “Let me introduce you to someone.”

In the corner was a DJ, spinning records, fading in and out, fast and slow. Something Megen Thee Stallion fading into Back That Ass by Juvenile. It gets the girls throwing their ass back on guys. And had some girls throwing ass back on each other. Their bodies move like they're at some Freaknik.

You felt yourself wanting to move to the music, too. To be a part of something you could talk about tomorrow with Seonghwa while on your break. Another sip. The beer warmed your insides. Another sip. You're feeling good.

You and Seonghwa stood in front of a boy. Tall. Bottle blonde hair with a serene smile. It's you who reach out first to shake his hand, but he takes you aback with an open hug, the casual embrace leaving you unsure if you should hug him back. Your drink spills a little on you. Now your dad will smell it and ask if you've been drinking. You'll lie though, and say something like: “Naw, this guy, rude, spilled his beer on me.”

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

He smiled. You awkwardly stood there waiting for Seonghwa to introduce the two of you, but he was chatting with some girl now. Now you're scrambling to find something to say to this boy, but you're a little buzzed. So he stares at you. You stare at him. In the beat of silence that felt like forever, Seonghwa finally squeezes himself between that awkwardness.

“Y/n this is, Mingi. Mingi, this is Y/n,” he said. “She's single, you're single.”

Mingi laughed. “Oh, a setup I see.”

You elbow your friend in the ribs making him grunt. So that's why he wanted you to meet this someone, cause you both were single.

For the longest, Seonghwa has been trying to hook you up with people he knows. Never anyone who stayed in your life permanently. They were temporarily there one minute and gone the next. It was the boys never you. They just couldn't date someone who acted like too much of a guy and who was taller than them.

“I'm sorry about Seonghwa he doesn't know to mind his business,” You said.

“Helping,” he said. “Just helping. Her cup is empty, Mingi. Get her another drink, yeah?”

Seonghwa shoved you forward to go with Mingi. You tripped bumping into him, but he caught you with a laugh.

“I'm good on the drink.”

“I figured we should just head to the makeshift bar to give Seonghwa something to be proud of. Like he actually did a good deed.”

You laughed. Mingi laughed.

The strobing of party lights lit up Mingi's face before blinding you. The makeshift bar had bottles of liquor, and red solo cups of beer. Mingi goes for a solo cup. You lean against the makeshift bar feeling it tilt a bit.

Again, you don't know what to say, so Mingi talks. You watch his eyes, watch his hands as he talks, splashing beer every which way. It's the way he talks you notice when he gets excited and can't find the right word in English. He switches to Korean like you could understand him. But it's somewhere between his English and Korean you get a small glimpse of home. Not your home. But his. You oddly think about how you would explore his home more. With him guiding you. Telling you about this and that. Pointing out things he loved and things he hated.

In a way, you wanted him to explore your home, too. To tell him why you hated being yourself. That you didn't feel American enough to be one. To teach him how to say something in your native language and watch his mouth and tongue as he mispronounces words.

“You sure you don't want a drink?” Mingi asked.

You look around the crowded basement for a sign of Seonghwa. He's busy with some brunette who's smiling at him. He's slumped over her with his arm on the wall.

“I'm good.”

“How do you know Seonghwa?”

“Childhood friends.” You said. “You?”

“He knows my cousin. We became friends that way.”

Then you wanted to ask who his cousin was because Seonghwa knew a lot of people who he would introduce you. People names you can't remember. But they remembered you as The tall tomboy. Never by your name.

Mingi was suddenly pulled away by a pretty girl who needed him. You catch a small glimpse of her. Pretty face. Pretty smile.

He calls out to you. “Y/n, hope to see you again!”

You raised your solo cup with half a drop of beer inside. “Me too.” but he's already gone.

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I know the pool winner was sunghoon but I didn't wanna disappoint some of y'all so I posted 2 ateez smut audios And a sunghoon audio

Mingi x male listener smut audio

Mingi hated the idea that his bf had to work a night shift for the next 2 weeks. He had no tight warm hole, no one to cuddle and u would sleep the whole day cause ur tired.All helm will break loose if those two weeks are over and he gets his hands on you, for now his just gonna have to jerk off

Hong joong x male listener smut audio

Hong-joong just love how tight and warm you are the perfect stress reliever for him when he got home from work all stressed out

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Cw: Fem! Reader, use if y/n, fluff, suggestive smut ending

Word count: 1,043

Estimated reading time: 5 min 9 sec

Authors note: Hi! Im currently away from my computer so this story is coming from my phone. So it'll have a lower quality than normal and it's unedited.

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Yunho pushed open the door to his apartment, his body tiring from a long day of practice. As soon as he stepped inside, he could hear the soft strains of music coming from the living room. He knew immediately that Y/n was home.

He stepped into the living room, his heart warming at the sight that greeted him. Y/n was sitting on the couch, her eyes closed and earbuds in her ears as she hummed along to the music.

Yunho smiled affectionately, silently observing her for a moment. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing one of his oversized hoodies. She looked so cozy and peaceful that he almost hated to disturb her.

But he couldn't resist the urge to be close to her. He crossed the room silently and sank onto the couch next to her. Y/n opened her eyes at the movement and turned to look at him, a smile spreading across her face when she saw him.

"Hey there," she said, pulling out her earbuds. "You're home earlier than I thought you'd be."

Yunho hummed, his eyes raking over her form appreciatively. "Practice ended a bit early today," he replied, shifting closer to her on the couch.

Y/n noticed the way he was looking at her and chuckled softly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is there something on my face?"

Yunho shook his head, his gaze darkening with desire. "No," he said, his voice low and rough. "Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend in my hoodie."

Y/n blushed at his words, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She had never gotten used to the way he could so effortlessly fluster her. "Yeah, well," she said, trying to play it cool. "It's cozy, okay? You know I like to steal your hoodies."

"I know," Yunho replied, his grin growing wider. "And I don't mind one bit. I think you look even sexier in my clothes."

He reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

Y/n let out a small gasp as he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She could feel the warmth of his body seeping through his shirt as she settled against him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

Yunho's hands found their way under the fabric of the hoodie, his fingers trailing up and down her bare thighs. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his mouth leaving a trail of gentle kisses along her skin.

Y/n let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. "Yunho," she whispered, arching her back as his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.

Yunho hummed in response, his lips moving down to the exposed skin of her shoulder. He left a trail of lingering kisses, his hands continuing to roam her thighs.

"You know," he murmured against her skin, "this hoodie looks much better on you than it does on me."

Y/n chuckled breathlessly, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You only say that because you like seeing me in your clothes," she teased, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck.

"Guilty as charged," Yunho admitted, his lips curving up in a smirk. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her thighs tighter. He could feel her growing warm and wanton in his lap, her body responding to his touch.

Y/n let out a soft sigh, her hips rocking against him unconsciously. She could feel the warmth pooling between her legs as he continued to caress her with his hands, his lips still exploring her neck and shoulders.

"Yunho," she whispered again, her voice tinged with pleading.

Yunho groaned at the pleading tone in her voice, his body reacting instantly to her desire. He could feel her hips moving against him, the heat and friction making his body ache with need.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Tell me what you need."

Y/n pulled back slightly so she could look at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "You," she breathed, her fingers tracing his jawline. "I want you, Yunho."

Yunho's eyes darkened at her words, his hands gripping her hips more firmly. "You have no idea how much I want you too," he said, his voice thick with arousal.

He surged forward then, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped inside, exploring and tasting her.

Y/n melted into the kiss, her body arching against his as their mouths moved together in a desperate, passionate dance. Her fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up over his head.

Yunho broke the kiss just long enough to help her remove his shirt, his own hands coming up to pull off her hoodie. He took in the sight of her now, dressed only in a thin tank top and her underwear, and his breath caught in his throat.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roving over her body with open admiration.

Y/n's eyes widened at his request, her heart skipping a beat. She swallowed hard, her body already anticipating what he had in mind. Without a word, she obeyed, turning around on his lap so that she was facing the armrest of the couch.

Yunho hummed in approval, his hands coming to settle on her hips. He tugged her further back so that she was sitting between his thighs, her back resting against his chest. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his lips ghosting over her ear.

Y/n whimpered at the feeling of his breath on her skin, her head falling back against his shoulder. She could feel the hard planes of his body against her, her own body growing hotter and more needy with each passing second.

Yunho could feel her body trembling with need against him, his own body responding to her every hitch of breath and moan. He leaned down, his lips trailing down her neck and across her shoulder. "Just relax and let me take care of you," he murmured, his hands sliding up under her tank top.