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ot8 / poly

ateez as boyfriends - smut, the description is so- just read it pls, you´ll get the visuals

loved - angstttty, they make you feel insecure about the relationship so you leave and they want to kts, part 2

mythical beings! ateez as your boyfriend - 80% crack, mingi is def my fave one lmao

in the same class - they´re so fucking flirty and hot and sdfksjdfkjsldkfjh i loved it, yuhno plays too much, the yeosang one would me be fr, mINGI MANSPREADING YESSS

when they have a crush - love love love, so fluffy

realizing they´re in love with you - so fluffly too :(

hongjoong

he´s kinda hot - demon! joong, he kills ur ex-bf bc he sold his soul for some stupid shit, now he wants you

seonghwa

biker seonghwa - slice of life, brother´s best friend! hwa, yeosang as the brother, he is flirtyyy, "pretty girls don't use their pretty mouths to lie"

san

fucking you stupid - idol!san, this made me want to sCREAAAAAMMMM bc wtf????, he is MEAN but at the same time it´s an aPoLogY kind of fuckinG?? ikyfl, he marks you,, LITERALLY.

car accident - angst, angst, angst, aNGSTTTTTT, my god. reader is pregnant with twins, read if you want to fucking crY :)

glimpse of us - a lil angsty angst, break up au

his princess - smut, fluff, bad boy! san, innocent spoiled! reader, he´s obsessed with her, so so in love

wooyoung

mingi

the princess treatment chronicles -fluff, crack, f2l, best friend!mingi, he has this 5 step princess treatment list and falls in love with whoever completes it.. yes, reader gave him princess treatment, as she should. this is really cute, she does everthing on accident and he paniCKS bc they´re besties and all that, very very cute

virgin loser!mingi - smut, shy! mingi, brain dead every time he sees you, he´s a fucking pervvv skdfskjd, dirty thoughts 24/7, dreams of you, watches porn thinking of you, ass man (canon), he´s so obsessed omg

you´re drunk - slice of life, I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT, bf! mingi taking care of drunk oc but she doesn´t recognizes him, he call her "tiny" :(, he fixes her skirt :(((,

no good - angst, cheating au

yeosang

prince yeosang - royalty au, I LOVETHISSSSSSSS, he´s so husband material :(, it´s so well written

his fan - ido! yeo, baby daddy! yeo, long distance relationship, he falls in love with a fan at a meet & greet, pregnancy, he just wants his own lil family :( so cute

yunho

yunho as your boyfriend - fluff, smut, I hate thESEEE bc they make me so delusional sdlfjsdfj

hands - smut, "do you want to breathe or do you want to cum" SIR?????

size kink - smut, we already know yunho is a big mf, tiny! reader, you wear one of his shirts and goes all praise kink on you, we love that

size training - smut, size kink, wwwwhat do you mean size trAINING??? what is we talking about rn??

jongho

so lovely - fluff, you take care of him after a show, this is so CUTE, it´s pure sweet love

SOOO since I’m coming back from being god’s strongest soldier 🤡 I have like 2000+ fics I need to add to my fic recs masterlist andd Idk where to start

I’ll be adding them in order, depending on which one got the most votes

pls help

𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Song Mingi x Fem!reader

Summary: Your relationship isn't as vanilla as you initially thought

Warnings: ft. Hongjoong, Language, Established Relationship, Honjoong as his own warning, Teasing, Mentions of Bruises, Possessiveness, Slight!Humor, Fluff, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, Marking, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, DUB/CON, Massive Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, No Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Dom!Mingi, Sub!reader, fingering, PIV, Unprotected Sex, Slight!Exhibition Kink

HE MAKES ME SO DELULU

Hongjoong's voice is loud and frankly hyperbolic when he decides to disrupt the serenity in the dorms by screaming, "What the hell is that?!"

Your head jerks upwards from Mingi's hard chest, effectively ruining your once blissful rest under candle scented clouds as you stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend's friend. Hongjoong had promised to make himself and the rest of the group scarce on this bustling Friday night, leaving you and Mingi alone in the dorms while they partied up the peroration of the weekend.

But he is still here.

Blocking the view of the TV with his blinding Saint Lairent sequence and attire.

Your downtime, your only time, which was meticulously carved out of both you and your boyfriend's busy schedule is suddenly being hijacked by a crazily grinning Hongjoong, cupping the front of his mouth in apparent shock.

"Aren't you supposed to be gone?" Mingi mutters, refusing to spare Hongjoong a single glance as he swipes through his phone.

Your boyfriend continues in his duties as the big spoon on the wide sectional. His other hand, in its callousness and recklessness, is draped over your hip. Throughout his doom scrolling, Mingi's hand has slipped under your camisole and has taken to rubbing, slow circles along your soft tummy, gradually exposing the dark, purple splotches which caught Hongjoong's attention, just as he was about to leave.

"Aren't you supposed to be a human?" Hongjoong replies smoothly before gesturing vaguely towards your exposed abdomen, "When were you going to tell us you're an undercover vampire? I always had a suspicion, but now I know -"

"Jeez-" You stammer, fighting to force out Mingi's hand and pull down your camisole before Hongjoong could get a closer look. Mingi's hand is an iron glove as he pushes you down by your abdomen, effectively securing you against him.

Without looking up from his phone, he says, "He's in our business,"

"Damn right, I'm in your business!" Exclaims Hongjoong, "Did you see the state of those marks, man?! Honestly, I applaud you-"

Sensing Mingi's already glacial patience waning, by the firm grip across your abdomen, you attempt to salvage the conversation. Mingi very rarely felt like speaking at the best of times, even more apparent was his abhorrence for explaining himself and so you do it for him.

"They're just love bites," You attempt to salvage, but to no avail. "And anyway, I think you better get going, now!"

"'Love bites!'" Hongjoong mocks in slight acquiescence as he begins to make his way to the front door.

Despite the flurry of teasing that he had been attacked with, Mingi is still indifferent as he finally places his phone down. In fact, his hand returns to its designated spot underneath your camisole, resting along your tummy, with his blunt fingernails skimming the softness of the skin under your breasts "You love everything I do to you," He murmurs in your ear loud enough for Hongjoong to hear who finally disappears behind the closed door with another loud cackle. Mingi continues rubbing along your skin as he buries his head in between your neck.

"Show them too me," He says, "I like seeing them."

There is no reality in which you could possibly explain to anyone that the marks you sported underneath your clothes are a product of your desires. One glance at your body, riddled with bruises and love bites, would have anybody sick. To you, however, they were a prize.

"I wanna see them," Mingi says, having suddenly found his deep, fiery, sandalwood voice, echoing throughout the living room.

He begins to paw at anything and everything to get to one of his many marks he left on you and once he peeks over your side, and sees what Hongjoong saw, the flurry of blue and purple bruises meshing into the depths of your skin - it has his resolve snapping in earnest as he pushes you easily onto your back, while he moves to hover above you.

He had not always been this handsy or demanding, and you're unable to stop yourself from thinking back to when things had been different...

You remember the softness of Mingi's hands your first night spent together. How he hovered behind your bent over frame, clenching his jaw as he eased his leaking cock inside of you at snail pace,

"I don’t have anywhere to be, Babe, take your time," you had joked with a lazy smile while Mingi's jaw ticked.

"Carry on with your little jokes and I might not be so forgiving," If only you knew that the further your pussy swallowed his dick, the more his patience was waning. His limbs ached with the need to wrap around you. Adrenaline from the earlier performance was still running through his arteries, heightening his senses. He needed to go quicker. He longed to fuck you harder. This gentleness was going against everything in his very nature. His body burened for him to make a mess inside you, clamp his hand around your mouth and fuck you in front of the greenroom mirror until you begged him to stop… until you would have the marks to prove it.

But he liked you too much

And he had never felt this way before.

And as his hand dug into your soft sides, he promised that he would never let his recklessness steal this away from him.

But you felt him twitch inside you, and you peered up at his brown eyes now squeezed shut,

"What are you thinking about," you had asked him softly, as Mingi began a slow rhythm with his hips- the tip of his cock barely grazing that plush bundle of need inside you.

"Don't worry about what I'm thinking about," He blew out a hot and heavy breath, "what the fuck are you think about? You're gripping me like a vice, you fucking slut," He did not mean to say that. He did not mean for the words to slip out.

Or maybe he did.

There is an immense burst of pleasure spanning inside him, having him rut just a little quicker inside you - inside his beautiful fucking slut.

"Fuck,"

"Holy shit"

A dam had been broken. A holy grail was discovered as you watched Mingi and his slightly parted lips through the mirror. His eyes had snapped shut and a pained, completely fucked out expression overtook him. It had Mingi's cock seeking further, more violent entry, while your thighs framing his hips only locked tighter. The noise of post-perfomance celebration outside was no match for the bass in Mingi's voice that night.

"What are you thinking about?" All thoughts lead back to the present with Mingi presently stationed between your thighs on the big, open couch. Your breath is shallow as you reply, "Guess,"

A slow, almost proud smirk lightly pierces the end of his lips as he sits back on his haunches to splay a kiss against your steepled knee. Your eyes flutter shut as his plush, pillowy lips make contact with your skin, "Osaka?" He asks, voice as husky as it was in that deserted green room, where he forced you to take everything he had to offer while still wanting more.

"Osaka." You nod with finality, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as Mingi's kisses grew slightly more frazzled along your legs. Soon, you're gasping into the air as you feel his sneaky hand drift further and further along your inner thigh, like a serpent on a mission. He remains cool and collected on the outside but his bulge is raging against his sweatpants. It's the lack of immediate gratification on both ends that has your wetness seeping onto your underwear while you begin to paw helplessly at your breasts.

"You know…" Mingi's fingers lock onto your underwear, which he gradually pulls down. His kisses cease, and you frown at the skin-to-skin disconnection as your eyes flutter open, "Your skin is looking a little too boring down here. Not a single mark in sight," He peers up at you from between your rattling thighs with unmistakable innocent eyes.

You arch your back off the couch, already triggered by a deep wave of arousal as you bring your cunt to meet his hand while you reply through clenched teeth, "You can't… on my legs- They'll see,"

"You think I care if any of them see?" It is a question asked in darkened curiosity. You moan with ferocity as Mingi's fingers spear your aching cunt as his head tilts to the side, "You think I care if anyone sees how pretty you look when you're covered in my bruises like this?" He's completely sunken into his wayward domspace as his fingers drift in and out of you with complete focus and determination. You're a mewling, moaning mess as your fingers dig into his choppy dyed hair and you lift your hips to meet each and every obscenely cruel thrust.

"Another finger, Mingi, Please. I need m-more," he was wrecking you with middle finger alone, savouring the way your cunt gripped around him, imagining it was his cock. "Such a cute little slut," He mutters, almost to himself as he obliges and slowly sinks his index fingers inside your soaking walls. Your cunt is eager to pull his fingers in before pushing him out and pulling him in again. Mingi is utterly transfixed, watching you fuck yourself silly on his fingers until they're glistening.

"Lift your top," he says, "I wanna see you." You comply without fail, scrambling to lift your camisole until the cool air flows freely across your hardened nipples. Mingi's breathing becomes ragged when he lays eyes on your exposed breasts, and the dozens of little marks splattered across your torso. Some faded, some blending into the depth of your skin. It is the unevenness of it, the irregularities and discoloration that he put there, that completely blows the lid on his composure.

"Fuck, open your legs," you could not find it in you to tell him your legs were already open. All you do is moan from the loss of his fingers as Mingi crawls up against you. He palms his hardened cock through his sweats as he watches you play with your tits in the most lewd, most lascivious fashion.

"You like acting like such a little slut?" The depth of his voice, had you absolutely weak to the core, like the foundations of earth itself was being enchanted to speak. He knew how wrecked he could get you by simply speaking and it is his most coveted weapon. Mingi's eyes are hooded and glassy as he hovers over you, simultaneously forcing his cock through your wet folds while he looked down at you with fierce conviction.

You're already teetering on the edge as he begins to fuck you hard and rough while his 3 silver chains dangle from his neck, kissing the very tips of your nose.

"Oh- fuck, you're taking me so well," Mingi's voice is absolutely delirious as he pounds into you, his jewelery moving in tandem with his violent thrusts as he brings a hand down on your breasts.

"So, good, you feel so good," He repeats, rutting into you with the same urgency of that very first night you let him get this rough with you. His thrusts are sloppy and erratic as he splays a wayward hand on your inner thigh, prying your legs open to allow his cock to plunge even deeper. Mingi's left arm is beside your head, keeping him afloat while he experimentally brings a calloused hand around the base of your throat, testing. Your back once again peels off the couch as you bring a hand up to his wrist. "Fuck, oh my god-"

"Fuck, Mingi" He corrects, huffing and puffing above you as he urges you to nod along with him, "I want you to say my name, baby,"

"F-Fuck, Mingi," The words escape through pursed lips, accompanied by a whorish moan from you and a deep, rumbling groan from Mingi who begins to hump your cunt with urgency.

For the umpteenth time since you began, you are utterly breathless.

"My dumb little slut is taking his cock so well," Mingi's voice is hoarse as it cracks into a million pieces, "So fucking good,"

He watches with shallow breathing as another moan climbs up and out of your throat... He sends another mindless rut into your pussy, spurred by the knowledge that you are slipping into subspace right in front of him. "You like it when I call you my little slut?"

"Oh fuck-" Your own hips are restless as you lift them to meet his sloppy thrusts.

"That's not an answer," He says before squeezing the base of your throat in warning.

"Yes!" You say, once You're given the gift of breathing, "Yes, I like it when you call me a slut!" Unimaginable pleasure only multiplies as Mingi buries his head in the crook of your neck and bites. He is relentless on your skin- sinking his teeth and rutting his hips until the tip of his cock bruises your cervix. You're completely incoherent and so is he.

"Fuck…I love seeing- love seeing my marks on you baby," Mingi's eyes are half lidded as his lips hangs open, "Fucking love marking my slut and fucking her tight little pussy."

"Oh, fuck-"

"I can't stop," He says, with utter desperation in his tone, enough to have your legs shaking, ready to accommodate your oncoming orgasm, "I can't fucking stop so don't ask me to, okay? P-Please don't ask me to stop," Mingi's words bleed into one another and he feels free. Free to say what he needs to in order to build that well of lust necessary to push him over the edge.

He is so grateful to have found you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum-" that is the only announcement needed before Mingi completely releases inside you. His words have you slipping into your own orgasm, screaming and clawing at the hand around your neck as your hips lift to milk everything out of him.

The air that settles is still profoundly charged and Mingi finds himself unable to leave the confines of your pussy, so he doesn't.

"I want you to show everyone these marks for me tomorrow," He whispers with his cock still inside you, "Can you do that for me?"

Welp!

𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

Jung Woo-Young x fem!reader

Being forced by his label to learn English fucking sucks but his tutor makes it just a little more bearable

Warnings: Wooyoung as his own warning, Language, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Idol x English!Teacher, Sapiosexual!Wooyoung, Slight!Jealousy, Academia Talk, Humor, Teasing, Smut (+18), heavy make out sesh, Slight Pervy!Wooyoung, Whimpering!Wooyoung, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Grinding, Brattiness, Self Degradation, Neediness, Slight Dub/CON, Dom/Sub undertones

Ft. Wooyoung and his canonical degradation kink

"What you need to understand is that Shakespeare used a significant amount of his time cautioning his audience against the perils of this mortal coil." Despite your vexation warming the pits of your stomach, you're thankful that your voice does not relay how utterly irritated you actually are. Your back is straight, giving nothing away of your exhaustion as you point to your copy of a Literature textbook.

"So, maybe I should've initially explained that the biggest theme of this sonnet is grief," you explain, drearily, letting your fingers knot into your curls as you soldier on through the text.

You could almost hear your coworkers discrediting you right now. How could one manage to hit the holy grail in getting chosen to tutor a bunch of stars and utterly fail at it in the process? Your PhD is mourning her sorrows.

"That is bad tutoring on my part, I apologise, Mr Jung, Sir," it is virtually impossible to bend into a full on bow in your current position on the chair adjacent to his bed so you settle for a quick nod of the head while skilfully avoiding eye contact.

"That's okay," Wooyoung lazily waves a hand in front of his face, "I just nearly threw up from hearing you call me 'Mr Jung'. Girl, I cried during Frozen 1 and 2... I am not the one you should be calling Mr Jung."

His ears visibly perk up just a little higher at the sound of your unprofessional, slightly airy chuckle. It has him practically scrounging for the need to hear you laugh like that again, to see your head be thrown back in a careless guffaw that only he is able to see.

But the moment ends as quickly as it began and you're visibly punishing yourself for your unprofessionalism by assuming your stoic academic role demeanour more.

"I think Mr Jung might be a little bit more professional." You finally look up at the boy sitting lazily against the headboard of his impressive king sized bed. Out of all the members you taught, you had only ever been permitted to see the inside of Wooyoung's bedroom - under the guise that he simply cannot function by being forced to sit on uncomfortable dining room chairs.

You sit opposite the bed, on a chair, to maintain some semblance of your dwindling professionalism,

"Mr Jung is so boring though!" He exclaims, throwing his head backwards and letting it sink into his mountain of fluffy pillows, "Wooyoung is completely fine! Or perhaps Baby. Or even Sexiest Man You've Ever Had The Pleasure Of Seeing," his lips curl into a smirk, "Your choice."

The text book is long forgotten amongst the dispersed sheets as Wooyoung glances up at you from his perch against his pillows. Of all the members, Wooyoung is also especially difficult to work with, not in any academic capacity, just in the sense that his advances are endless. And whether he actually means it - whether that twinkle in his eye accompanied by that cheeky grin was really real, or just endless teasing due to his innate flirtatious design. You might never really know.

"I can't in good conscious refer to you by that last option." You reply with a light shrug before crossing your legs in front of you, "I've met Choi San, and I'm not in the business of lying to you,"

"Oh! That's how we're gonna play now!? You're just gonna bring up another man in my presence? I thought the relationship we had was something special?"

"I'm an underpaid, mediocre teacher," You forget yourself and snort through a chuckle, "I have no time to forge special relationships."

He is stunned and slightly turned on by your cool commitment to the banter, not expecting you to hit back with such a quick jest.

As Wooyoung watches you from behind the few loose strands framing his face, his long hair loose, he realises he enjoys associating you with that forbidden word, even if it is just in his head.

Relationship.

"I'm not really into that negative self-talk." He says, watching you intently, "You're a good teacher."

"You're just saying that," You swat at the air in front of you, before burying your chin into your chest - that shy streak of yours rearing its head. He noticed that every sliver of a compliment led you to the involuntary need to disappear and Wooyoung wanted to correct that as best as he could.

"I say some stuff sometimes to make people feel better, yes," you finally look up at him from your scattered notes. His eyes are characteristically bright and his glistening lips are pulled into a small smile, "But this is not one of those times," He forces out, fighting against a familiar warmth pooling in the depths of his stomach.

"Right," you clear your throat, before assuming the role of tutor once again, "So… Sonnet 71 -"

In your periphery, Wooyoung raises his hand. Without looking up from your notes you reply, 'I know what you're gonna ask, Wooyoung but no, unfortunately you cannot refer to it as 'Sonnet 71'. Not many people care nowadays but the ones that do, want you to refer to the poem by its full title: 'No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead.'" there's a bravado that graces your tone as you settle into your tutelage. It allows you to assume an almost elevated role as your eyes scan the text while simultaneously stringing a web of tantalising words together.

Wooyoung tries to focus on exactly what it is you're actually saying, he really does, but soon, you're stifling a quiet yawn before stretching your left arm over your head. He does not believe you intended for your breasts to push up from the low dip of your v neck, but that's exactly what happens and that pool of lava that has been welling in his stomach slowly rushes to his cock. Needless to say, Wooyoung slyly grabs the textbook onto his lap.

"So Shakespeare's great caution is that of grief. It's okay to mourn your loved ones but not to mourn them in routine, because that then can become a second death, equally as detrimental. Are you listening, Wooyoung?" his head snaps up from your chest, to the sound of the light scolding in your voice and he can instantly conclude that he is hard. He's not sure why, but your tone has his resolve weakening, and his head spiralling further into a fog.

"Please tell me, you're listening, Wooyoung. This is very important," He nods slowly with his shoulders hunched, and his eyebrows curved into crescents. He did not trust himself to speak, not when your words had him imagining you scolding him petulantly while he plowed into you from behind. Screaming at him to stop being so bad while he forced his hard cock deeper and deeper. He can vividly imagine your tight walls gripping his cock like a fucking vice while his fingers squeezed your nipples until they ached.

"Look, Wooyoung, I've been trying to be nice but it's been 3 hours and we're still on the first sonnet," he stopped his head from nodding profusely at the degradation that wants to seep into your tone while he watches you with darkened eyes. His fingers curl slowly into the ends of the open book on his lap, as he pushes his textbook into his lap. "We've done this long enough, Wooyoung," you continue with your ample chest beginning to rise and fall and the first signs of your bra strap, peeling from underneath your top. "You should know this, Wooyoung"

"Fuck," He involuntary groans, while he moves his textbook slightly, enough to create friction but not nearly enough to achieve the friction he actually desires. Before he gets completely ahead of himself, he stills his movements, opting to distract himself by speaking, instead.

"O-okay but if this is a poem about grief, why the hell am I seeing him talk about summer."

"Summer?"

Wooyoung nods, humming. "This man is talking about summer," he says, pointing to the book on his lap.

"Wooyoung…" You instinctively get up from your perch on your chair, advancing on him. Wooyoung visibly swallows as you plop yourself next to him, shoulder to shoulder as you peer over into the book on his lap. While your eyes frantically scan the printed ink, Wooyoung watches you from the side, trying to pen your face to memory, especially from having you so close.

"Wooyoung, this isn't the right poem!"

He watches you with slightly hooded eyes, completely unaware to anything outside of the tone of your voice

"It isn't?" He shakes his head, agreeing instantly with your scolding but not really hearing what you're saying. His words are slurred and his tone is distracted.

"Oh my gosh- you've completely missed the entire poem."

"I have?"

"Jesus, you haven't been listening to me, have you-"

He's already shaking his head as he leans in, muttering a quiet, "I haven't," as the tips of his fingers find the underside of your chin and drags you towards him. Dazed.

You're utterly dazed as soon as your lips connect with his. Somehow, the entire concept of space and time and everything in between seems utterly useless, the words on the page seem frivolous and everything outside of this moment feels like it shouldn't have the right to exist. He is kissing you and soon you are kissing him back, filling the boy with an unprecedented sense of elation at having his attraction to you validated. He is so elated in fact, he pushes off his text book and, without breaking the kiss, manoeuvres you onto his lap instead.

You're gasping into his mouth as soon as you feel his bulge connect with your core, "I know, I know, I'm sorry," He murmurs drunkenly into your kiss, taking the time to push his tongue into your mouth and brush up desperately against yours. The tone of his voice steals all composure, and soon you're pushing against him, rushed and hurried, like a raging fire before the embers set. You and Wooyoung are absolutely unstoppable as his hands travel up and down the sides of your body, hungrily searching for any sliver of skin, needing to feel your body heat searing into him.

The very moment your hands slither into his thick, grown-out hair, he is utterly done for, bucking into your hips until his bulge was brushing hungrily against your core. A torrid moan espaces your throat when Wooyoung dips into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the softness of your skin and the comfort of your perfume while hands travel down your hips, urging you to move in tandem with him.

"So good," He mumbles against your skin, "You feel so good, baby." But your mind is flooded with a tempest of conflicting feelings and emotions as you pull lightly on his strands and follow along with his movements.

"Wooyoung…" you're panting breathlessly, suddenly painfully aware of how much your body responded to him.

"God, I love it when you say my name," He slurs as he continues to push up into you, finally settling into a needy but effective flow of movements.

Your panties are utterly soaked underneath your silk maxi skirt as the boy below you splays wet, lascivious kisses along your collar bones. Once he sees you're moving in tandem with how he needs you to, he releases one hand on your hip to paw desperately at your breasts.

"You've been-" your head is spinning as you try to formulate your sentence, "You've been sitting here with a hard on, my entire lesson?" Your words only spur his movements as Wooyoung clamps down around your torso, pushing you further down against his cock. "Fuck!" He screeches almost involuntarily at the delicious friction created by the heightened speed.

"So bad…" He murmurs drunkenly, as he begins to push up against your clit in a dangerous display of desperation, "I.. b-been so bad- m'sorry," Your head is thrown back into a moan stuck deep in your throat as you listen to the boy's needy whines, "m'so sorry, you're just so pretty," your hops move faster against his, not quite sure if this is a dream and too freaking terrified to find out as you hunt down the remnants of your oncoming orgasm.

"Wooyoung- you're gonna m-make me-"

Your hips are utterly restless against his, as you begin to grind down with immense passion. Wooyoung's head is spinning with the inevitability of making you cum. All he wants to do is make you happy. Think of how proud you'd be if he made you cum without even touching you really. You'd be so freaking happy you might just let him slide his cock inside your wet, slippery folds...

"O-Oh God, fuck- I'm cumming!" His hips rut erratically against yours, pushing agaisnt your clit until you're sent hurtling into your own orgasm. You're both moaning, whimpering messes as you grind against each other, Wooyoung clutching against your torso, with his head buried in your chest as your fingers pull mindlessly at his hair. He is in utter heaven, surrounded by the softness of your curves, with his head against the roundness of your chest. There is nothing better than this. Everything else is secondary.

"Fuck, I hate Shakespeare's but I'll read a 1000 of his poems if it means I get to do that again," he is the first to speak amongst your ragged, loud breathing.

"Wooyoung?"

"Hm?"

"Shakespeare only wrote 154 poems,"

just call me Birdy :)

i read a lot.

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김홍중 ── KIM HONGJOONG.

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정윤호 ── JEONG YUNHO.

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강여상 ── KANG YEOSANG.

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최산 ── CHOI SAN.

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What role in a fantasy novel think the ATZ boys would fit into❕️

Ateez (ot8) x no one In particular.

(This is based loosely off the boys real personalities or actions. But It is fictionalin other aspects)🎤

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Yeosang as...the chosen one.

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He would be the one that the characters want to stick by because they know he can protect them. It's likely that yeosang as a character would live away from the public for privacy. In a forest on the outskirts where he can reside away from fans and the kingdom it's self. His story is that he hates being adored despite the fact that his friends constantly tell him how much of a skilled warrior he is. Although He doesn't want any of the fame, he does not hesitate to fight at any moment. His character likely starts off as the good guy and slowly progresses into a villain after a climactic event and would ultimately have a dramatic, disturbing death.

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Seonghwa as...the crown prince.

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Seonghwa is very princely in real life, so I feel this fits. He is the beloved and slightly cocky crown prince harbouring a dark secret that he sets out to fulfil. Seonghwa obviously lives in the palace in the centre of the kingdom. However, he would have a secret house high above the kingdom on the cliffs. His story is that he is actually immortal and refuses to marry much to the dismay of the village men and women. His character's story ends when he finally ages after his blood becomes infected with an ancient disease. He would die from incredibly old age.

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Hongjoong as...the captain of the royal guard.

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Hongjoong is a leader through and through. He is a well-respected and highly valued soldier. He would be the one that you always find at Seonghwa's side. He takes pride in protecting his prince at no cost. His story likely falls into the category of forbidden love but also tragic death. He ultimately is the one who becomes intertwined with an enemy and is betrayed, ending his story with a climactic death.

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Mingi as...the rebel leader

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He is the most powerful enemy of the nation to which seonghwa will rule. He would be the one everybody thinks will crumble easily, but he proves to be stronger than he looks and turns his story around by murdering the captain of the royal guard. His story is that he once worked as a soldier for the royal guard, but his ego got the best of him, and he was exiled, replacing him with hongjoong. He would try to reconcile with the crown prince but would ultimately be rejected. He ends with becoming the king of rebels, being more powerful than ever after ravaging the kingdom and taking back his title.

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Wooyoung as...the court assassin.

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He's sneaky. And fast. Wooyoung likely works closely with the prince, who sends him off to do missions in neighbouring kingdoms and often smaller towns. He would be the one that ends up being the only one left alive in the palace after losing his guard and his crown prince. His character would have the ability to control shadows for easier and stealthy kills when targets are out of range. His story would ultimately be the one to end the novel for good.

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Yunho as...the comedy relief.

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While his character would have a pretty powerful role. His main thing is that he brings joy and light to the story. He would be the one that people turn to in times of need for a laugh or the one that hosts parties to help his friends relax. Yunho's kindness would become his undoing after he is kidnapped and tortured for information about the prince, which he ultimately does not give and dies at the hands of a few rebels, angering the rebel captain, causing him to set them on fire at the stake.

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San as...the fortune teller

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He is something like a tarot reader. His story would be to exist purely to bring bad news, which turns out to be a curse placed upon him. His character is in a tight-knit friendship with the prince, which allows him to be at use to bring reports of what he is seeing of the future. His story is that he can never tell a lie, which gets him killed at the hands of the king himself after San admits he has fallen in love with the prince. He is hung for his actions, which starts seonghwas revenge arc.

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Jongho as...the local tailor.

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His character owns a smaller tailor in the town square. He sells his suits and sometimes dresses to the crown prince and made the coronation outfit of Her Majesty. He is often caught in background scenes where he sows and eavesdrops on conversations, making him the towns biggest gossip. Jongho used to be childhood friends with mingi, but after the death of his mother, mingi grew distant, and after years, all contact was lost. His story comes to an end with him coming back after the war, finding only wooyoung alive.

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✎ parings: obessive!gamecharacters!ateez x villainess!oc (ft. txt) ✎ genre: royal fantasy au, dystopian future au, obessive & dark romance, eventual smut ✎ contains: - ✎ word count: 1.7k words

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

To say that Kim Hongjoong is a menace is an understatement. 

That person is a whole package of nightmare.

"Does the Star of Eternity not welcome me like this?" Hongjoong said in mock disappointment as you resisted the urge to smack the teacup into his face. In the game, Hongjoong is dangerous; he's fatal. But the Hongjoong in front of you is childish and plain annoying. 

"Of course not, your Highness." You said through gritted teeth. You were sitting in the greenhouse, enjoying your afternoon tea, when Hongjoong strolled in casually with Seonghwa like he owned the place. You had prayed that the flowers and plants would hide you, but the Crown Prince of Mist had already spotted you. "Take a seat, please. 

Hongjoong sat down opposite you as a maid quickly served him tea. You glance at Seonghwa, who bowed. "Greetings to the Star of Eternity."

"Greetings, Attendant Park." You replied, inclining your head. You looked back at Hongjoong, who took a sip of his tea. "How did the Prince of Mist discover my greenhouse?" You asked as Hongjoong smirked.

Today, he dressed in a casual black suit, a ruby brooch on his chest. Rubied accessories dangled on his ears, and his hair was red and messy. Seonghwa, however, had his long hair tied up with a red ribbon. He wore a black choker with a red ruby and a black-and-red attendant outfit. 

"Well, the Sun of Eternity did mention that I can visit this place... Unless the Star has anything to say herself?" 

You're going to find Yeonjun hyung and and destroy his swords. "Then enjoy your time here, Prince Hongjoong. Do excuse me." You stood up, curtsied and turned to leave. 

"Wait, your Highness." You stopped in your tracks, turning back to look at Hongjoong. He stood up, Seonghwa pulling the chair behind him. "Would you like to walk with me in the gardens?"

Seonghwa walked, carefully maintaining the distance between him and the two of you. He watched as Hongjoong glanced at you as you focused on the road ahead. 

"I changed my mind, Hwa. She is interesting." Hongjoong's words rang in Seonghwa's mind as he thought about their conversation yesterday. "I wonder who has been spreading those rumours about her, don't you, Hwa?" 

"But if we don't attack Eternity and gain their land, how would we gain more for Mist?" Seonghwa had asked. He had been playing chess with the younger, and Hongjoong fiddled with the black pawn in his hand. No one would think that an twelve -year-old prince of Mist, on a friendly visit to Eternity, is thinking of how to defeat the kingdom. 

"You know, Hwa." Hongjoong leaned forward, holding up the pawn in his hand. "War isn't the only way."

Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong's pawn landed on the chest board. He picked up his white pawn, knocking one of Hongjoong's rooks. "What does your Highness have in mind?"

Seonghwa's pawn is dangerously close to Hongjoong's king, but the young prince calmly picks up his queen. He looked up at Seonghwa, smirking. 

"Marriage."

Seonghwa was shocked at first. Marriage? That was the last thing Seonghwa expected, coming from Hongjoong. But then, looking at you now, Seonghwa understood.

You're different from him and Hongjoong. You have grown up in a family of love, unlike them. You were innocent and carefree, spoilt dearly by your brothers. Whereas Hongjoong grew up in a hell where your kin is always planning to take your life, and Seonghwa grew up treated like dirt before Hongjoong had so graciously saved him.

You're like a bunny that had accidentally crossed the roads with a snake.

Two snakes.

He almost felt bad for you.

"I would like to reconcile with you, Princess." You hear Hongjoong say, and you pause, looking at him. "Reconcile?"

Hongjoong put his hand on his chest. "For my actions yesterday. I want to apologise to you again." He bowed his head. "That was very wrong of me to tease you. I hope we will be great friends with each other." He held out a hand, and you blinked. 

What the heck? You eyed his offered hand, then back to his face. Is Hongjoong really this friendly? In the Otome game, Seonghwa had told Jiwon that Hongjoong had been cruel and cunning since he was young. Even as a child, he had executed many lives, including those who betrayed him. 

Gingerly, you shook his hand. "Okay."

Hongjoong smiled at you. It wasn't a smirk like the one he wore when facing others. It was one that you see when you play Jiwon in Utopia. Sincere. Sweet. "I'm glad, Princess Y/n. Thank you." He said as you quickly let go of him, feeling the heat rush up your cheeks. Hongjoong reached into his suit, pulling out a box. "My mother told me to give you this as an apology."

He said, opening the box. You gasped. In it lies a silver bracelet with mini rubies adorning it. It is beautiful, and you can see the carvings of a snake on it, the crest of Mist. You took a step back, shaking your hands. "No, I can't take it..." You said, but Hongjoong pushed the box into your hand. "I insist." 

In both of your lives, you have never been someone who takes gifts without returning something. Even if you are a princess in this current life, your parents and brothers encourage you to be a 'giver' rather than a 'taker'. 

You looked at yourself. Today, you were wearing a dark green blouse paired with black pants. You have nothing to gift back to Hongjoong. "Give me a minute..." You told him, patting your pockets and prepared to run off, but he grabbed your arms, stopping you in time. "Wait!"

You turned back to him, confused. Hongjoong pointed at the ribbon in your hair. "How about you give me this in exchange?" He asked. You reached for the purple ribbon in your hair, removing it and putting it on Hongjoong's outstretched palm. "Here!"

Hongjoong stared at the ribbon for a while before turning around and passing it to Seonghwa. Next, he removed the bracelet from the box and slipped it onto your left wrist. You stared at it, your fingers lightly tracing the carvings. "This is so pretty..."

"Your Highness." One of your maids spoke. "It's time for your daily classes with Prince Beomgyu." She reminded, and you clapped your hands together. "You're right!" You looked at the watch on your other hand. "I'm going to be late if I don't go now... If you'll excuse me, Prince Hongjoong." 

"I'll see you again?" Hongjoong's voice was hopeful. You gave him a bright smile and a firm nod before taking off.

Hongjoong watched you run off, the maids hurrying after you. He held on to the empty box, his smile disappearing. "Hwa," he called as Seonghwa stepped closer. "What d'you think will happen if she knows what this bracelet is?" 

Seonghwa glanced at the empty box before casting his eyes down again. The gift Hongjoong had given was a secret treasure of the Mist. There are two bracelets: the master bracelet and the secondary bracelet. The secondary bracelet, the one that Hongjoong gave you, is a tracker filled with magic. Other than showing their location, it allows the wearer of the master bracelet to feel the wearer of the secondary bracelet's emotions. If the bond is strong enough, it can let them hear the wearer of the secondary bracelet's thoughts. "I'm not sure, your Highness." 

Hongjoong touched his sleeve absentmindedly. Hidden under his right sleeve is an identical bracelet. "I'm just taking a precaution. Nothing would go wrong if I planned correctly." Seonghwa heard him mutter, and he remained silent. 

"Give me the ribbon," Hongjoong commanded. Seonghwa held out the purple ribbon, and Hongjoong took it gently. He rubbed the silk material between his fingers possessively before tucking it into the front of his shirt. "Let's go."

In the next few weeks, as you spent more time with Hongjoong, you slowly changed your views about him. Sure, he may be the same person who killed the villainess Y/n every single time, but now, you're the Y/n here. You are not obsessed with him. You are not in love with him. And lastly, the both of you were still children.

And soon, it was time for Hongjoong and his mother to return to their kingdom. You stood behind Beomgyu, watching as your mother shook the Queen of Mist's hand and Hongjoong standing right behind his mother. You met his eyes and gave him a small wave, which he smiled and waved back.

The hovercars were already waiting for the royalties of Mist, and you saw Seonghwa already inside one of them. To your surprise, Seonghwa was staring at you, and when you looked at him, he gave you a firm nod before looking away.

During the two weeks that Hongjoong was here, you have never talked to Seonghwa. In the Otome game, Seonghwa is the person Hongjoong trusts the most, even more than Wooyoung, his half-brother. Seonghwa is also gentle yet strict with Jiwon, teaching her the basic rules and etiquette a noble should have.

You quickly got rid of those thoughts in your mind. It's not like you will make Seonghwa fall in love with you or something. Because in the end, all the male love interests will love Jiwon, not you.

Something pokes your sides. You looked towards your left to see Beomgyu nudging you, pointing his chin towards the hovercar. They are now leaving, it seems, as Hongjoong held your gaze through the window. As the car started to hover, you could only wave as it sped off.

"Aww, is our little Star missing her new friend already?" You hear Beomgyu tease, and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "Brother!"

"Don't tease y/n, you meanace!" Yeonjun hit the top of Beomgyu's head with his fist as Beomgyu yelped in pain. You see your parents sigh at their actions and Soobin shaking his head. You giggled as Beomgyu rubbed the spot. "Hyung! I'll bite you!"

"Here, Y/n, let's go in and leave these two here." Soobin extended a hand towards you, and you took it, following your parents back into the castle. You hear Yeonjun and Beomgyu squabbling behind you, and all thoughts about Hongjoong are gone.

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pairing: king!hongjoong x concubine!reader (royalty au)

wc: 599 (not proofread)

genre: fluffy fluffss🩷☁️

"YOUR MAJESTYYYYY!!!!"

his eyes perks upward, looking at the person skipping her way to him in front of the door of his office.

"it is i, your favourite concubine," you said giddily and bowing respectfully when you stopped in front of the king. he couldn't help himself and chuckled at your behavior.

"what brings you here, my love? i didn't call for you, do you need anything?", getting up from his seat, he walks slowly towards you.

you were beyond happy when he smiles at you, he looks so handsome. his sharp nose, high cheekbones, sharp jaw, beautiful eyes, plump lips. the man you love with all of your heart, and the king you faithfully serve. kim hongjoong.

"i was bored in the harem, so i came to find you instead.", clasping your hands behind your back to not let him see you fidgeting your fingers.

"my dear, I've bought lots of other women to accompany you there. were they not friendly to you, dear?", his soft tone always makes your heart flutter. but the way he gently tucks away the strands of hair behind your ear made your heart stopped beating for a second. you avert your eyes from him, couldn't bear looking at his gorgeous face, one more second and you might actually explode. he smiled to himself upon noticing your reaction. he finds it very adorable.

"go ahead and choose any books you want, I'll let you borrow it.", his callous fingertips softly caress your cheeks.

he knew how much you love reading and learn new things. he loves it more when you tell him what you've learnt from your studies to him. he would attentively listen to you even when he himself already knew bout everything. its his books obviously. but that's what makes you special and different from his other concubines. you were someone who's eager to learn despite being a servent to the king. not many women were given the opportunity to read and study, but for you, he made an exception. he gave you the permission to roam around the palace anytime you want and may interrupt him when needed most.

you've chosen a new book to discover the story and you spent the whole evening sitting and laying around in his office, reading quietly while he continues with his paper work.

"OH MY GOD, YOUR MAJESTY!!! DID YOU KNOW....", you quickly snapped the book close in your hands and made your way excitedly to thw man sitting in his office chair. he welcomed you with a big smile and open arms. once you've settled yourself on his lap and his arms wrapping around you, you went on and on telling him everything.

he found himself admiring your enthusiastic self way too much and slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you felt his soft lips on yours. you stopped talking for once and hid your face in the palm of your hands.

"you're so adorable when you're flustered like this, sweetheart." he kisses your fingers and he removes your hands from your face. his soft laughter at your flushed face made you felt more shy. it's not the first time he's done this, yet it still made you love him even more day by day.

you both glance at the door as there was a soft knock, following with the voice of a very familiar woman you both knew, and she's calling for your man. wait, was he even your man? is he even yours officially to begin with? compared to the women behind the closed door.

a/n: i feel like wanting to continue more on this, pt.2 maybe??

dividers

Ateez: giving and receiving head

smut

HONGJOONG

Giving: eager as hell. Convinced he'll die if he doesn't taste you at least one every time y'all fuck, even if it's only for a few seconds. Uses his tongue more than his fingers. Uses his hands to hold you to his face when you squirm away.

Receiving: low grunts and groans. Bucks his hips occasionally but does his best not to unless you ask him. Hand holding your hair but not pressing down (unless you ask him).

SEONGHWA

Giving: moans into it. Loves it when you pull his hair. Holds you to him by the apex of your thighs.

Receiving: honestly, I think he'll let you if you want, but he'd much rather go down on you. If you suggest 69, he's more into it. He's a pleasure dom.

YUNHO

Giving: good luck ma'am. You're gonna need it. Long, thick fingers spreading your hole, tongue lapping at your clit, lips circling your tongue to suck on you, teeth scraping over you gently. He's leaning his putting his weight behind it, pressing his nose to you, grunting when he can't seem to get close enough to you.

Receiving: big big cock. Doesn't want to let you attempt to take him in your mouth, says he doesn't want to hurt you, but you beg him and he's only a man. A weak man when it comes to your pleas. He breaks when your mouth stretches around his tip, cumming without warning, grunting at the shock of his orgasm.

YEOSANG

Giving: spits on your pussy, makes you even wetter for him. Wants you dripping and knows how to get you there.

Receiving: rough. Hands gripping your head, tip hitting the back of your throat. Loves to hear you gag, see the tears flow down your face. Kisses them away and thanks you a million times when he's filled your throat with cum.

SAN

Giving: sit on his face. He's not above begging you for it. The way he goes crazy on stage? He puts more effort into eating your pussy. Big into overstimulation.

Receiving: Anything that involves you touching his cock has him happy and fighting the urge to pin you down and fuck you full of his cum.

MINGI

Giving: He's got a long tongue for a reason. Knows how to use it.

Receiving: big cock. You struggle to fit it into your mouth, the girth more than you've ever handled before. He lets you get used to him the first few times. Then, when you give him the green light, he's holding your head in place while he gently thrusts his cock into your mouth, speeding up with your muffled approval.

WOOYOUNG

Giving: sloppy. Messy. Feral. You think he's going to suffocate in your pussy. He wants to. Everything is in play - fingers, tongue, teeth. Hips rolling into the surface beneath him.

Receiving: sloppy. Messy. Feral. Hips bucking wildly, apologies spilling from his mouth, but he just can't help himself.

JONGHO

Giving: his aim is to make you cum as quickly and as powerfully as he can, loves the way you taste and the noises you make.

Receiving: gentle. Let's you do whatever you want to him with no complaint. Pretty moans and groans.

only you [s.m.g]

pairing: CEO!Song Mingi x Female!Pregnant!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: poorly written fluff. that's it. thats the warning. an: i blame drakes verse and my need to write an au with this fine as fuck man. this is very soft!

You shuffled into Mingi’s office, pulling the shawl closer to yourself as you padded across the wooden floors. His room seemed to get bigger every time you came.

You could see his silhouette against the window, illuminated by the soft yellowing light that shone from the lamp on his desk, the only true source of light in He was talking to someone over the phone, running his fingers through his hair and pacing, tone obviously frustrated.

You paused, listening in for a few moments before you stepped back. The floorboard creaked as you took another step, causing you to wince. If he hadn’t heard you before, he’d definitely heard you now.

“Yes I know, and I think we should- Y/n? Is that you?” Mingi turned around, spotting you in your attempt to sneak away. “I gotta go, my wife is here- Tell him to contact me when he’s ready.”

“I’m sorry about that Min,” You murmured, cheeks heating up from your spot as he sat down at his desk, setting his phone right down as he watched you, “I didn’t realize I’d be making so much noise .”

“You know you’re always welcome here,” He sighed, patting his thigh “c’mere, I wanna see you.”

You tiredly shuffled to him, gingerly placing yourself in his lap. He yanked you closer to him impatiently, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in so long Min,” You whispered, running a hand through his hair, “I miss you. Can’t sleep lately because of the baby either.”

“I know,” He frowned, looking up at you with apologetic eyes, “‘m sorry.”

“It can’t be helped,” You sighed, “you’re always working hard. I applaud you for being able to pull that off.”

“Perks of being a CEO,” he muttered, a pout spreading on his face as you pulled him closer.

“If you want, I could try and help you,” You said, brushing the falling hair out of his eyes, “I do know a thing or two about running a business.”

He snickered, holding back stronger laughs as you watched, confused.

“You? Run a business?” He burst out laughing, stopping as you landed a smack on his back, “Sorry! Sorry, i was just laughing thinking how scary you’d be as a boss-”

“Damn right,” You huffed, glaring at him.

“I don’t doubt you and your fearsome temper,” Mingi teased, kissing your temple as your face heated up, attempting to hide in the crook of his neck from his advances, “but I don't think it’d be fair of me to make a pregnant woman work.”

“But then-” He stopped you, looking you dead in the eyes with a smile. “If I have to, I'll just pass on the work to Yunho and maybe some of the other COOs!” 

“Mingi,” You groaned, rubbing your face with your hands, “That’s not very fair-”

“But If i get to spend time with you and spoil you, it works out! Now I wanna spoil you for being so patient with me,” He grinned, leaning into your space. “So, what does my pretty wife want? Hm?”

“Min, I have a closet full of clothes worth more than me and my food is always stocked,” You deadpanned softly, giving him a kiss on his jaw, “if anything, I just want you to go to bed with me right now.” 

“But baby,” Mingi whined, rubbing his face into your shoulder, “I just wanna show you how much I love you.”

“If you wanna be like that, I'll hope you hold to your promise of giving that work-” You paused, yawning, “-to someone else because I am tuckered out. It’s two in the morning and I am ready to snooze.”

“Fine, but only for you!" He scoffed, rolling his eyes with affection as you raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to carry you?” He chuckled, muscles obviously flexing against your back.

“Alright, go on, you big show off-” You yelped as he lifted you up, twirling you around.

“This is fun, we should do it more often!” He exclaimed, earning a small smile from you. His phone suddenly rang on his desk, abandoned by the both of you.

“Are you going to get that or…?”

“It can wait,” He grinned, kissing you on the nose, “lest i should keep you waiting.”

“No objections here captain,” You murmured, leaning into him, “now let's go, or i'm gonna be seriously grouchy.”

"She's a regular here..."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader

CW: mentions of drug dealing/usage (seonghwa smokes), drug dealers!seonghwa and hongjoong, slight fluff, !!SMUT!! (unprotected sex, pls stay safe!!!), reader n seonghwa are dating, seonghwa fucks reader in his fur coat lol , not really proofread?? Idk I tried

My first time trying to write a proper smut scene 😭😭 I hope its okay omg. Wrote this cuz @/ygswl on instagram (best ateez editor btw) brought up the concept of drug dealer! Seonghwa ARGHHHH. I wanted to write a more intense, concept-heavy smut scene but I js tried my best since I'm not familar with smut writing💔💔

Edit: Part 2 is out!!!

Part 3 is out!!!

"Fuck..." Seonghwa groaned, breathing out a puff of wispy smoke. He leaned his head back against the couch as he clocked in the sight of jumbled notes on his mahogany wood coffee table. Orders from customers. Usually, he would've been able to keep up with them, no problem. But there had recently been a huge surge of calls, requesting for the new, trending drug: ARRIBA. And as part of the most reputable dealers in the area, MATZ, he was well-expected to have the best supply. He irritably grinded his teeth together, pre-installed Grillz provided a light, screeching noise.

Taking another drag from his rolled cigarette, his ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. "Hwa, what are you doing?" Seonghwa's business partner, Kim Hongjoong, walked into the shabby makeshift office. Seonghwa didn't reply, merely staring blankly at the ceiling as he absentmindedly played with the blunt in his fingers. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's eyes lingered on the stack of order forms, and he gave a stern look to his tattooed counterpart. "I asked you a question, Park Seonghwa." "What? I'm fucking exhausted from taking calls and names. I've been at it since 11, give me a break." He jerked his head towards a wall clock behind him. A quarter past 3pm.

It had always been this way with the duo. Ever since they started their underground business as barely legal adults, Hongjoong dealt with supplies, and Seonghwa would deal with the customers and their orders. 2 young men in struggling financial situations, who were desperate to make ends meet, starting a drug-dealing business together, it worked out strangely well. This also, despite their constant bickering, formed a strong bond between the two.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at the response. "Whatever, sure." He tilted his head, eyes settling on the faux fur coat that rested on a chair beside the couch. "Is that new?" "Yeah... I picked it up after getting the payment for that huge order earlier this week." "Ohh, the order for that college frat party?" Seonghwa nodded silently in response, his eyes beginning to glaze over. "Anyways, Yunho says we can expect restock within the next week. ARRIBA's selling out fast, but we can finish these orders right away once the new shipment arrives." Hongjoong rattled off an imaginary list, giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder to his partner. Seonghwa was unresponsive, clearly stressed out from the recent increase in workload, but Hongjoong knew he was listening. Although, that didn't stop him from doing what he was about to do. "You shouldn't keep using this, by the way. It's reaaaally bad for you." With that, he leaned forward and snatched the smoking blunt from his partner's fingers.

Seonghwa hastily whipped his head around, sighing internally at Hongjoong's classic shit-eating grin. He furrowed his eyebrows at the realisation that he had given the man the satisfaction of getting a reaction. "I'm stressed, man. Gotta relax somehow." "I don't think you'll need your weed when your favourite 'regular' is here, though." Hongjoong tilted his head towards the office door, calling out in a singsong voice. "Y/N, you can come in now~"

The mention of your name caused Seonghwa's eyes to immediately light up. He scrambled to snatch the cigarette back from Hongjoong, and quickly crushed it with his heel.

Just a quiet, veterinary student that he had met in a cafe 3 years ago, Seonghwa had adored you from the very beginning. You were the cashier taking his order, nervous on your first day, and fumbling a little with the cash register's buttons. Seonghwa had found your clumsy nature both alluring and endearing, and he had asked you out on a date right away. The two of you had hit it off, and a beautiful relationship bloomed from then on. Even when you found out Seonghwa's line of work, you understood his situation and never judged him for it. It didn't make you love him any less. He would often spoil you with gifts and spend as much time as possible with you. Your college classes and his odd working hours would clash often, but you still found time to drop by his office to visit him. After all, it was quite easy to locate your drug dealer boyfriend. He mostly stayed in his office, only occasionally going out with Hongjoong when they had a large shipment coming in or a customer that wanted to deal in-person. Thus the nickname that Hongjoong gave to you: Seonghwa's Favourite 'Regular'. Despite your support for his business, Seonghwa still hated doing or dealing drugs around you, especially cigarettes. It was part of his line of work, and he was used to it, but he would always quickly put out a blunt or stash away powdery white packets when you visited.

"Seonghwa~ I'm here to visit you! My class today was cancelled, so my afternoon is free," you hummed as you walked into the room in your red checkered pants and (Seonghwa's) oversized hoodie. You offered a smile to Hongjoong, who was already on his way out to give you two some privacy. He winked at Seonghwa just before he walked out the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as you crashed onto his form on the couch, snuggling into his exposed collarbone. "I missed you..." "I missed you too, sweetheart... you've been so busy with classes lately, I haven't seen you for a full week. Do you even love me anymore?" He sighed dramatically, earning a muffled laugh from you. "My finals are coming up, Hwa. Been rushing my deadlines and finishing up on revision. I gotta do this to earn my veterinary certification, hm?" "Well, anytime you wanna quit your course and live with me 24/7, I'll take care of you. Nothing would make me happier to, actually. MATZ has been doing so well recently." He puffed up his chest. You found it cute whenever he was protective like this. "Okay, Hwa. I'll keep you posted." The two of you settled into comfortable silence.

The quietness and stillness in the air suddenly made him very aware of your movements. He raised his eyebrows when he realised you were being touchier than usual. Your hands were roaming his shoulders, tracing circles over his neck tattoo and gold chains that sat above his unbuttoned collar. The occasional shift of your hips didn't go unnoticed by the tattooed man, either. Seonghwa experimentally slid a veiny hand under your hoodie, blushing when he felt your bare back, marking the absence of a bra strap.

"Sweetheart, are you-"

"Mhm... needy for you, Hwa."

"Oh-- we're in my office now, though, Hongjoong could hear us..."

"Wouldn't you like that?"

Seonghwa's face heated up at the thought of his partner overhearing the two of you. The possibility someone else, especially his best friend/business partner, hearing the two of you fucking in his office turned him on. A lot.

His shy expression quickly changed to a dominant, cockier one. Quickly pinning you onto the couch, he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He tasted like smoke and the cherry lip gloss you had bought him a month ago, and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, effectively hoisting yourself up, before pulling away from his lips to kiss and lick at the tattoo scrawled across his neck. Seonghwa groaned at the feeling, his eyes glazing over and landing on his fluffy, new fur coat that was draped on the nearby chair. A devious idea popped into his head.

"Sweetheart, wait... I wanna do something." You stopped sucking at the 'A' on his neck and tilted your head curiously at him. He tugged at the hem of your hoodie, his eye contact with you searching for consent. You let him, of course. You trusted him. He lifted off your hoodie right away, sucking in a breath at the sight of your bare torso. "My pretty girl," he sighed, making you flush a bright red hue. Seonghwa leaned forward to leave a kiss on your breasts and gestured you to take off your pants, before getting off the couch, seemingly to get something. You sat confused, naked except for your dark blue panties, until you saw him grab the fur coat on the chair beside the couch.

The faux fur brushed against your skin as Seonghwa helped you put it on. It was huge, heavy and fluffy, covering everything yet nothing on your bare figure. He stepped back to take you in, a guttural moan leaving his throat at the sight of you naked form practically drowning underneath the fluffy mass of fabric. You, on the other hand, were aching for his touch. A whole week of being apart from your lover, deprived of his love, his intimacy, deprived of him. He noticed your pouty lips and squirming, and chuckled teasingly.

"Can't wait, sweetheart?"

You were about to nod in response, but was cut off when you felt a long finger being pressed against your moist folds. A whiny gasp slipped out of your mouth, and your hands scrambled to find support on Seonghwa's strong forearms. He smiled as he lightly rubbed circles on your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, your whines sounding like music to his chain-adorned ears. "Hwa...hurry, I want your dick in me already," you panted out. Seonghwa scoffed teasingly at your impatient tone. "Patience, sweetheart, I need to prep you first."

His expert fingers tugged aside the fabric covering your pussy, exposing yourself to him fully. Two fingers were pushed into your aching hole, causing you to arch your back at the feeling. Breathless moans filled the room as he curled and thrusted his fingers into you at a torturously slow pace. He knew you were sensitive, and it was driving you crazy how slow he was going.

"H-Hwa..."

"Shhh, I know."

The building knot in your tummy snapped, and you came undone on your lover's long fingers. But just as you began to catch your breath, Seonghwa leaned down to lick up your juices. The cold metal of his grillz shot through your core, drawing out a high-pitched cry from you.

Blinking back tears from the overstimulation, you glanced down at your boyfriend. He was sitting comfortably between your legs, lips and grillz teeth shiny with your arousal, mouth spread in a loving grin as if he didn't just finger-fuck you to an orgasm.

He got up and kissed a tear rolling down your cheek. "I'm sorry, baby, I just had to tease you a little. I'll give you what you want now." Seonghwa picked you up and shifted you to a more comfortable spot on the couch, the heavy coat's fur swishing quietly as he did so. You shivered as the fur brushed against your nipples, perky from being exposed to the surrounding air.

There was a light clunk of a belt buckle, followed by a zipping noise, before Seonghwa finally pressed his pretty cock against your bare stomach, earning a sigh of relief from you. You licked your lips at the sight of his flushed, hard member. "Did you miss me or did you miss my dick?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow when you stared for a little too long. You whined back, and he sighed in defeat before pressing his cock into your entrance, already wet and lubricated from him fingering you open earlier.

"F-fuck! So warm..." Seonghwa hissed as his cock sank into you. You cried out, reaching out to bury your face into his neck when he started to thrust in and out of you. Sloppy slaps of skin, whiny moans, curses and the occasional swish of faux fur against leather filled the room as Seonghwa fucked you into the couch. The air reeked of hot sex and cigarette smoke, but neither of you minded. He gazed lovingly at you through his lashes, admiring how you looked in his fur coat, with his dick in you. The possessiveness that you two had for each other always made him hard whenever it showed.

He winced when you clenched on him particularly hard. "Oh s-shit- you like my cock? You like your drug dealer boyfriend's cock?" You nodded hastily, drool beginning to form on the side of your lips. Seonghwa smirked, but was barely keeping his composure at the sight of you so cock-drunk. He pulled you in with his free hand for a kiss, heavy metal rings on his fingers squishing your face and making your breath hitch involuntarily. The lingering taste of tobacco on his lips made you moan, eyes glazing over from pleasure as his tongue pushed past your lips to invade your mouth.

It wasn't long before both of you came undone. You sighed breathily as your second orgasm formed a ring of white liquid around Seonghwa's dick, and he quickly pulled out to cum onto your bare stomach. Still panting from his orgasm, he gathered some of his fluids onto his fingers, and stuffed your mouth with them. You hummed appreciatively in response, suckling his fingers clean as he admired your flushed, fucked-out expression.

♡♡♡

"Yah, I was only out for awhile! What did you guys do??" Hongjoong snickered an hour later as he waltzed into the room and over to the couch. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth when Seonghwa shot a stern look at him, index finger pressed to his lips as if to say "shut the fuck up you big-mouthed minion". His other hand was wrapped around your sleeping figure, still naked but bundled up in his fur coat and shielded from Hongjoong's eyes.

Hongjoong raised his hands, exaggeratingly mouthing a "sorry!" that his best friend scoffed quietly at. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and returned his gaze back to you. His heart warmed at the peaceful look you had in your sleep, but his dick stirred at the sight of you covered by nothing but his oversized fur coat. Needless to say, he was definitely giving you a round 2 once you woke up.

If you've managed to read this far, thank you so much for reading my fanfic! 🙏 I hope you enjoyed it 😭

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⇀ for san's birthday the only gift he wants is for you two to last, sticking together past this casual phase

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⇀ you give your boyfriend his final birthday gift, a performance you’re sure he’ll never forget

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birthday by ten

you give your boyfriend his final birthday gift, a performance you’re sure he’ll never forget

⇀ pairing mingi x reader

⇀ genre suggestive fluff

⇀ style one-shot

⇀ word count 2.2k

⇀ warnings reader dances suggestively, lots of touch/grabbing, kissing

note happy mingi day, i busted this little thing out for his birthday and i hope you enjoy (barely proofread so excuse that)

“i have one last gift,” you said with a tap to mingi’s shoulder as he closed the front door behind himself, toeing his shoes off and starting to bend down to help you with your own before your hand makes its way under his chin and pulls him back up.

he looks surprised when you stop him at first, face crinkled in confusion before he sees the smirk on your lips and his own features change to match yours. “which is,” he trails off and starts to lean in, lips puckered slightly as he expects for you to close the distance and give him a kiss. however, you only take a step back, fingers trailing gently down his arm before you grasp his hand and lead him further into your apartment.

his eyes never leave your form, even as you push him to sit down on the couch and try to move away from him again. he doesn’t let you at first, keeping your hand firmly enclosed in his as long as he can manage before finally allowing you to escape him.

you take a breath to push the nerves down for a moment as you make your way to the center of the room, pulling out your phone and quickly finding the app where you’d already queued up a song. you double check that you’re connected to the speaker you’d set in the living room before you’d left for dinner and place your device on top. with one last breath, and a teasing glance over your shoulder to find your boyfriend practically on the edge of his seat, you press play.

you try to ignore the way you can hear mingi suck in a sharp breath as the song starts, getting an idea of where the night is heading, and you try to keep your focus on the choreography you’d planned, with a little help from yunho and san, earlier that week. you let the music flow through you, still facing away from the man you’re putting on a show for, and gather all of the confidence that you can muster as you sway your hips to the beat, emphasizing your ass with a deliberate arch of your back.

you whip around to face mingi and the way the man is looking at you almost causes you to pause before you remember that you’re supposed to be the one seducing him, his eyes practically removing every layer of the outfit you’d worn that night for his birthday dinner. however, as much as you want to just forget the rest of your routine and indulge in your boyfriend in this moment, you don’t want to disappoint with the present you’d promised. instead, you continue with your performance, sensually lowering yourself to your knees as the lyrics of the song prompted you down, down, down. you tried to continue focusing on yourself, using your hands to run along your body until you got to your thighs, giving them a gentle slap before spreading them with a wink. if you weren’t so focused on the moves you had planned to do next you might have noticed the way mingi had seemed to stiffen, very obviously affected by the moves you were pulling off.

as the chorus of the song hits, you move onto your hands and knees, starting to crawl toward your boyfriend and now fully aware of the way he instinctively spreads his legs for you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you inch toward him. you take your time but eventually end up kneeling between his legs, placing your palms onto each of his knees and using his sturdy legs to push yourself up, being sure to arch your back so that your chest is placed perfectly into mingi’s line of sight and making him lean back. his shoulders hit the cushion behind him with an audible thump and you, partly as a reflex but mostly because you know it will continue to rile him up, use your thumb to pull your boyfriend’s bottom lip from between his teeth. the act receives the intended effect immediately, mingi releasing a shuddering whine that sends a shiver through your limbs and makes the tips of your fingers tingle.

you trail your fingertips down the side of his neck and over his collarbone, resisting the urge to grab at his collar and just pull him into a passionate kiss to break the tension. instead, you continue to move your hand to press against his chest and let out a whisper to match the lyrics that have almost become background noise to the energy between you both. you command, let’s make tonight your birthday.

as the next line mentions hands, hands, hands, you use your own to grab his and lift his arms above his head, interlocking your fingers as you climb onto his lap. your thighs press into mingi’s gently as you straddle his lap, keeping your hips raised as to not place your entire weight onto him and to raise your face above his, forcing him to tilt his head back to look up at you. you continue to lean into your boyfriend, forcing his arms back gently and making his back arch slightly. as you move forward, you start to close the distance between your faces, mingi watching you with intense interest through heavily lidded eyes.

just as your bottom lip ghosts against the delicate skin of his chin you drop your hips down, releasing your weight onto his lap, and straighten out your fingers to let your hands slip out of his. you let your hands drag down the undersides of his arms as he starts to sit back up, no longer being pressed backward into the couch, but he keeps his arms up until your palms meet his body once more, pressing into the thick muscle of his pecs as you lean in until your chests barely meet.

for a moment he brings his hands down to wrap around each of your wrists lightly but you quickly push against him and maneuver your hands to switch positions, encasing his wrists in your fingers instead. he’s pliant under you as you move his hands toward your waist and he responds immediately, holding you with a gentleness that radiates the care only mingi can express through touch alone.

you try to mimic that tenderness as you place your hands onto either side of his face, using your thumbs to run over the apples of his cheeks before pressing into the mole under his eye, a gesture you’ve done hundreds of times before as a way to silently express your love for your boyfriend. you can tell he recognizes it right away, letting a sigh release from his chest and a shiver run down his spine as he closes his eyes, giving your waist a soft squeeze in gratitude.

before either of you can get too lost into the moment, you are pulling away from him, moving back into the center of the room to dance along as the chorus begins again.

being the more choreographed part of the routine, you opt to avoid looking at mingi for fear that his pointed gaze will make you freeze up once again. rather, you choose to keep your gaze on the floor or your hands, hoping that the decision comes off as sultry and mysterious instead of shy or intimidated.

the bridge approachs quicker than you anticipate and soon your eyes are flicking up to meet mingi’s as you bring a hand up, curling a finger toward yourself as you ask for his full attention as though his focus has been anywhere but you for the last two minutes and twenty seconds. however, with the outfit you’d worn to dinner tonight, his attention has been on you more than anything else for most of the night.

you can see the hesitation behind his eyes as he debates whether you’re asking him to actually approach you or simply keep paying attention but fortunately you answer that question for him quickly as you approach, one hand presented out in front of you for him to take and you tug gently to pull him to stand. you easily guide him to where you had been standing before and do a few seductive twirls, keeping your hands connected above your head before you let it go and release them to make your way behind him.

for a moment you don’t do anything, letting the tension simmer as the music builds, and mingi’s head turns out of curiosity. he tries to peek at you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what exactly you’re up to, right as the breakdown begins and your arms wrap around his waist, hands splayed on the fronts of his hips and moving down over the tops of his thighs.

he jumps slightly at the surprise contact, his head whipping down to watch your hands on his body.

“relax,” you breath as you notice how tense he is, muscle under your fingers held tight.

you hear him exhale and notice the way his back moves, his shoulders lowering as he tries to just enjoy the moment.

you continue to run your hands down as far as you can reach without bending your knees, your chest flush against his broad back for a moment too long before you pull your hands back up, passing where they had begun and ending up caressing his abdomen. once again, he tenses a bit, although before you can mention his reaction, he’s relaxing, head tilting back slightly and you assume he closes his eyes.

your lips stretch into a smile at his reaction and you run your nails over his abs, opening your arms to drag along the thin fabric of his dress shirt until your reach his sides and he jerks just slightly at the gentle tickle. you chuckle quietly at his response to the touch and you can already hear the beginnings of a whine bubble in the back of his throat but you don’t give him time to release it before you’re retracting your hands and moving around to be in his line of sight once more.

you’re a little surprised mingi has managed to keep his hands to himself this whole time, remaining loose enough for you to manipulate, but you’d guess it’s mostly due to the surprise factor.

the song has started to build to the chorus for the final time and with a single hand to his chest you manage to back him up until he’s seated once more, not even bothering to fight back even though you could see his hands itching to be on you in some way.

he settles quickly, ready to see the finale of your performance, and you watch his tongue trail over his bottom lip as he gives you a thorough look up and down.

you don’t back away from him as you turn once more and decide that he’s been patient enough for the last three minutes, sitting directly onto his lap as the chorus hits and rolling your body against his. your hands search for his own and once you find them you guide them to your body, pressing them into your front as a way to prompt him to place them anywhere he’d like. immediately he holds on, kneading and stroking along your form, being sure to pay extra attention to his favorite spots, and you can’t help but let your head roll back onto his shoulder. his lips find purchase on your neck quickly, gentle kisses quickly becoming open mouthed until he’s nipping at the shell of your ear.

neither of you are focused on the music much anymore as he wraps his arms completely around you, closing the distance between your back and his front. he continues to attack your neck as your hand finds its way into his hair, tugging gently at the black and blonde strands and feeling his hot breath on your skin as a breathy moan slips past his lips. his reaction sends a shiver through you, your nerves immediately lit on fire.

“thank you,” mingi breathes out, pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder that’s so sweet it contrasts the heated energy flowing between you both.

you hum in satisfaction when he returns to nibbling at your skin, noticing the final lines of the song booming through the speaker and you somehow manage to push through the intoxicating power of your boyfriend to pry his arms off of you and stand, although he refuses to let you get far as two of his hands catch one of yours.

you don’t fight, instead simply turning to straddle his lap once again, grasp firm on his strong shoulders. his own hands find purchase on the flesh of your ass and you try not to react when he massages your cheeks.

let’s make tonight your birthday

as the final line rings out into the thick air of your apartment, you lean in, finally pressing your lips against his own and letting them move together. the kiss is electric as you finally dance together, passionate and hot.

when you break away only a moment later, mingi follows you until you’re holding his face in your hands and you can finally say what’s been on the edge of your tongue all night.

“happy birthday,” you whisper, and as soon as the words are out, he’s diving back into you, the taste of appreciation on his tongue.

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sticky by kiss of life

you and san have been enjoying your summer fling but for his birthday the only gift he wants is for you two to last, sticking together past this casual phase

⇀ pairing san x reader

⇀ genre fluff

⇀ style one-shot

⇀ word count 1.75k

⇀ warnings kissing, allusions to hooking up, skinship, shirtless san

note happy san day, i thought i would continue the little birthday song fic theme i started with mingi last year and i also wish so badly i could be at the beach rn so here's this

the sun is still high in the sky when you open your eyes, using your hands in front of your face to shield the glare off the ocean waves as the umbrella above your head casts a shadow over your form. as you yawn and stretch, the warmth of the sand underneath the towel you're laying on trying to urge you back into your slumber, you take a brief look at your surroundings, trying to resituate yourself on the expanse of shoreline and managing to spot the recognizable silhouette of san, the man you'd come here with. you weren't sure what exactly he was doing, your eyes still adjusting to the midday light, but you didn't particularly mind, just enjoying the opportunity to admire his shirtless form from afar.

san seems to feel your gaze on him, turning away from his current focus to wave excitedly at you. you can see the silhouette of a sand structure, a bit lopsided and already crumbling, when san moves aside. a few shells shine against the sun on top of the smaller piles of sand and, once your eyes adjust, you can see a stick with some seaweed wrapped around the end sticking straight out of the largest formation. san seems extremely proud of what you imagine he'd refer to as a "sandcastle", gesturing confidently toward it.

you're not sure how to react, san awkwardly too far for you to verbally respond, but he doesn't seem to care as he immediately starts to make his way toward you, eagerly stomping through the soft sand.

"how was your nap?" he asks with a smile, collapsing unceremoniously onto the towel next to you. he leans over to give you a casual peck on your cheek and you try to ignore the flutter in the pit of your stomach. luckily the heat of the day already has your skin warm to the touch and so your blush goes unnoticed by san.

"restful," you sigh with content, "how long was i asleep?" you reach for your phone to get a look at the time.

"long enough for me to build you the perfect castle," san replies with a giggle. "move in ready," he adds with a wide smile at you, dimples on full display.

"not sure a castle is in my budget," you entertain him with a grin of your own, moving to place your phone back into your bag and rummaging around for the bottle of sunscreen, sure both of you could use a reapplication.

"well only 5 oyster shells a month for a 12 bedroom 14 bath seems like a steal to me," he reasons with a shrug, running his hand through his hair to move some of the loose strands that had been stuck to his forehead. his gaze doesn't brake away from you even as you focus your attention fulling on looking into your beach bag, a habit of his you've begun to notice even more recently as you both spend increasing time together.

"why wouldn't you live there too? sure is a lot of bedrooms for just one person," you comment without much thought at the nature of the remark. 

san doesn't immediately respond and his silence causes you to bring your attention back to the man sat next to you. he seems to be trying to avoid your own gaze, looking back toward the main land where food trucks and sweet treat stands line the pavement. he seems suddenly more thoughtful, smile gone and eyes narrowed, and you notice the red glow of his cheeks, trying to distinguish if it's simply from his time in the sun but you don't get a chance to comment on it as he's suddenly standing.

"i'm in the mood for something sweet, want anything?" he asks abruptly, still not meeting your eyes as he grabs the white button up and sunglasses he'd discarded on the sand when you'd first arrived.

you furrow a brow at his sudden eagerness to distance himself while he slips the items on.

"uh surprise me."

and with that he's leaving you to wonder what just happened.

thinking back to your conversation you almost groan audibly when you realize what you'd said. you and san were just casual, having met last summer while you were both staying the summer here at namhae. you'd hooked up a couple times back the , after friends’ parties and such, but this summer you'd seen your connection escalate. you weren't technically in a relationship, never going on official dates or truly talking about what you were, but you certainly acted cozy. part of that was simply in san's nature, always a fan of pda, but it mostly seemed to be a natural element of whatever this little fling was. however, your comment about living together seemed certainly to snap him out of the hazy bubble of this summer fever you'd wrapped yourselves in.

the sudden awareness of your slip up casts your own mind into a frenzy of thought. why had you said what you did? obviously, the two of you living together conjured thoughts of romance and long-term affection, and that was not at all what you had now. was it?

was this little thing you shared made to last?

thinking back on the summer you'd already shared, every other minute spent together, sharing passionate kisses in front of the orange sunset and exploring the coastal town hand in hand. who could fault you for imagining a world in which you could continue on like this forever? how much longer could you two do this before you fell in love?

"the gelato truck was here," san says suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he holds a cone of the creamy dessert out to you. "sorry, it melted a bit on the way here," he apologizes sheepishly when you accept the dripping cone.

he no longer seems to be avoiding your gaze as he sits down with his own paper cup of italian ice, eyes sparkling as he watches you try your gelato.

"we need to reapply," you comment remembering you were still holding the bottle of sunscreen and shaking it gently.

"once we're done," san nods, "we're okay under the umbrella for right now."

a silence settles between you as you both eat, swapping bites every so often and just listening to the waves crash against the shore. you try not to slip into a thought spiral, worrying about whether you are starting to develop deeper, unrequited feelings for your summer fling. you try to analyze him subtly, but san seems as relaxed as ever, like nothing had happened. maybe its just the birthday effect.

"do you want to do something fancy for dinner? wooyoung said that place just down the road is good," you suggest. "you could invite the boys. i'm sure drinks would be on hongjoong."

he hums and for a moment you think it's in thought until you see hes adjusting his position, placing his empty paper cup into your little trash bag and laying on his side. "you don't like my cooking?" he asks teasingly, having told you earlier today that he wants to cook for you tonight.

"you shouldn't have to cook on your birthday," you reply with a roll of your eyes, crunching on the last of your cone.

san only shrugs, "i like cooking."

silence settles once more over you two and you tap gently against the sunscreen, thinking of how else you might get him to do something he might enjoy more than simply laying on the beach with you.

"why don't we go do something more exciting, ya know? something more celebratory," you suggest, placing the sunscreen back on the ground next to you.

san rolls onto his back, hands behind his head with his eyes closed, and releases a gentle sigh. "i like what we're doing now," he says before cracking one eye open to look at you. "can't the birthday boy pick what he wants to do on his own birthday?" he asks with a teasing smirk, one eye still closed.

you scoff lightly, turning away from him so that he won't see the blush dusting your cheeks. "i just don't want you wasting all your time with me," you explain and although you're talking about today specifically, it's strongly implied that you mean in general, throughout the summer. sure you've each spent time with other friends but even group hangouts would turn into you both in your own world in the corner.

"hey," san's voice is gentle but his touch is even gentler as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, causing you to look back toward him. "my time with you is never wasted," he says earnestly, eyes staring deeply into your own.

for a moment you hold your breath, ready for him to say something else, but if he had more words they never come, instead releasing your wrist and gesturing for you to lay down with him, an invitation you accept with little hesitance. you easily tuck into his side, allowing his arm to support your head like a pillow.

"can i at least get you a gift?" you ask under your breath, your urge to fight starting to fade.

you think that san doesn't hear you at first, continuing his slow even breaths beside you, but as you open your mouth to ask again he shifts to face you.

"stick with me," he says quickly.

you aren't sure if its a question or a request and so you furrow your brows at the man whose face is only inches from your own.

"go out with me," he says when he sees your confusion. "officially."

your lips part slightly in surprise and you quickly search his features to evaluate his honesty, but all you can see is the blush on his cheeks and the sparkle of hope in his eyes.

"when?" you ask, a little breathless as san leans even closer to your face, if that was even possible.

"i have tickets to the carnival tomorrow," he explains, "it can be our first date."

you can only nod, swallowing thickly, before san closes the distance and his lips are on yours.

you've kissed plenty of times before, but this one feels different, with the promise of more on his lips and the sticky gelato left over on yours mixing to form the sweetest feeling in your chest.

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Prayer for Halatia 1 ( Ateez x Reader )

PROLOGUE ( TEASER )

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PRAYER FOR HALATIA ~ CHAPTER ONE

Word count: 1.3k

Paring: Ateez x reader ~ undecided.

Warnings: Death, sweaty shoulders Hongjoong (this always needs to be a warning), blood, weapon firing but no description of what, impalement by a tree branch. 

Note: Hi! Ace here, This is the first installment. I apologize for any mistakes. You may notice I’m not that great at describing physical people but hopefully, I will get better! How do we feel about the reader being possibly fatally injured from the start? If you have any questions or mayhaps any feedback on the fic please send me an ask, I’d love to know your thoughts! I haven’t decided on the Romantic pairing yet but for certain the very least will be platonic!OT8. I have an idea on possibly a Mingi fic? Let me know what you think! 

Yunho gave a warm smile to the frail woman huddled in the corner. Dusting his hands off from fixing the window shutters. The small, almost derelict, store makes home for her and her family. 

Ateez has helped many people. Those not yet swept away but the mindless erasure of free will. The eight saviors had migrated the blessed citizens to an abandoned town. A town that was once bustling with community, now crumbling and broken. Prince Maddox's men had cleared out all signs of life a while ago. It had been the first town they started with – it was unlikely they would go back. 

Yunho gave a tight, uncomfortable smile at the woman's gratitude and thanks. If he had his way, there would be no royalty at all. Instead, a council of sorts ran by the people of Halatia. His views meant nothing now. 

The tall man set about his day, fixing and clearing the small problems he was able to make the ruined buildings as homely as possible. Come nightfall, the perimeter fence needed to be secure enough to stop the nightcrawlers. 

Whatever experiment Prince Maddox was injecting into his subjects seemed to make them susceptible to sunlight. It worked in their favor, really. The zombified flesh eaters were results of one's body rejecting the experiment. They couldn't stand the sunlight one bit. 

Granted, they still had to be careful.. Just because the small town was left alone didn't mean the patrol men didn't wander through once in a few moons.  

Yunho startled, a strong hand clapping down on his left shoulder. He was so lost in thought he hadn't sensed the cheerful, brunette man come up behind him. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh in amusement, teasing his friend for being 'away with the fairies'. 

"You're back from forage already?" The older man questioned with light surprise. A noise of confirmation came from the other – the sound in itself didn't sound too promising and as Yunho took a glance to the rucksack hanging off one of Wooyoung's shoulders, he could see that it wasn't even half full. 

"Did you get anything on the list?" The hint of doubt in his tone made Wooyoung roll his eyes. 

"Of course I did! Who do you take me for?" He dropped a lean shoulder, letting the bag drop to the crook of his elbow. Wooyoung hastily unzipped it, yanking apart the two sides to reveal some of the bag's contents. "There's still a bunch of untouched vehicles about two towns over, on the Intersection…Couldn't remember how many we needed so Mingi and I grabbed what we could before we heard the patrol sirens." 

"Patrol sirens? You think they're headed this way? We should tell Captain." Yunho’s careful gaze scanned around the makeshift village around them, catching sight of their leader in the old mechanics garage. 

The older male had the handle of a worn pair of cable strippers propped in his mouth, eyes squinted in concentration as he twisted delicate strands of copper wire together. His hands adorned with black faux leather fingerless gloves, the crease of the palms worn away from the cheap quality. The captain wore loose, flair bottom pants, the rounded toes of his boots peaking from the bottom. 

With a nod of agreement, Wooyoung parted from his friend to make his way over. “Hey Joong-” he called, cut off by Hongjoong holding up his index finger as a sign for the younger to wait. 

Hongjoong held the wire still with two fingers, free hand removing the pliers from their hold between his lips to replace them. His strong grip clapped the pliers shut to enable him to solder the wire in place on the small circuit board on his work bench. Only when he was finished, did he turn to Wooyoung, raising an eyebrow expectantly. 

“You’re going to tell me about the sirens aren’t you?” he hummed, flexing his fingers to sooth the ache of wiring for many hours. 

“D’you thing they could be patrolling through here tonight?” There was an edge to the younger’s tone. 

Their leader threw himself down on the bench seat with a deep sigh, shoulders glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he shrugged them. “We should put out a warning of shut down just incase. The eight of us can hide in here, San fixed the lock this morning.”

Shut down. In other words, to hide all traces of human life. To keep still and quiet until Prince Maddox’s patrol crew had done their sweep through of the town. It was allot of work to pull off but it was the first safety procedure the 7 of them had worked out upon setting up home in the village. 

The rest of the evening went by quickly, Ateez working tirelessly to secure their home and people before settling into the garage just before nightfall. Jongho huffed a quiet breath of nerves as he slid the final lock in place on the door, his footsteps nothing but a whisper along the floor as he made his way to the bank of screens and camera feeds where the rest of his friends were watching like hawks. 

They knew the drill by now. Each watching a different set of screens for any sign of the patrolmen. Yeosang’s tremoring hands rubbed at his tired eyes, the corners scrunching as he squinted at his screens. 

A glimpse of a hand caught his eye from the main gate feed. It was quick and he wondered if it was just sleep deprivation playing tricks on him…. Until the figure came fully into view. A rush of tangled hair, trembling limbs and paranoid eyes sprinting away from something. Yeosang lightly tapped the arm of the person closest to him to get their attention, nimble fingers silently pointing to the figure as to not make any sudden noise. He felt Seonghwa place a palm on his shoulder as he leant closer to look. The woman exited the frame, followed a few seconds later by a patrolman. His mouth was moving, the male shouting something toward her direction as he aimed his weapon. Seonghwa and Yeosang watched him fire, their breathing stopped. Had he hit his target? 

With a single glance up to Mingi’s bank of camera’s, neither of them saw the figure move from the blindspot. Not for a few minutes at least, the gate feed still showing the lone, masked patrolman facing the direction of his shot. Eventually, he moved forward. Casually strolling, head tilted in almost curiosity. It was only mere seconds before he was out of sight. 

Not for long, his limp body was seen landing still in the view of the next camera, just the other side of the blindspot with a pointed branch impaled through his abdomen. Blood spilled from around the wound. It seemed everyone was watching the same feed now, still and unmoving. Yeosang wanted to speak, he wanted to ask his friends if they thought the woman was okay but he knew the risks of speaking and making sound too early. 

They knew the patrolman would likely be nightcrawler food when the pitch black settles over the sky. It felt like hours of waiting to be sure the coast was clear, in reality it was only between ten and fifteen minutes. 

“They must have been on the outskirts.” Honjoong hummed quietly, His eyes flickering from camera to camera to try and get a glimpse of the figure again. Perhaps she was still in the blind spot. Nobody had seen her leave it, if she was injured they would have to get to her fast before the nightcrawlers come out from their hiding. 

“Should we… Should we see if…” Seonghwa trailed off, somehow the heavy weight of his unfinished sentence was enough for them to understand. Should we find out if she’s dead?

nothing compares to you.

pairing: song mingi x fem reader (afab)

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship

rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI).

word count: 3.2k

warnings: explicit smut [fingering, slight somnophilia?, praise, unprotected sex, wet dreams], language

summary: you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

You’re falling.

You’d been climbing up this steep, rocky cliff for as long as you can remember, jagged rocks digging into your palms and dirt making its way underneath your fingernails as you ascend, paying for each brutal inch upwards with your own sweat and tears—but you’re exhausted. You’ve gone too far, for too long. And you’ve slipped. You’re falling.

You don’t even remember how you’d gotten up to the edge of that cliff in the first place, where you’d been going or where you’d come from, but you’re certainly careening off of it now, accelerating with the wind in your hair as you plummet towards the water at the bottom of the cliff face, unable to shut your eyes even as you brace yourself for the impact—

You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom. A dream—it was just a dream. A nightmare, more likely, but still nothing more, even as your heartbeat continues to pound in your chest as the adrenaline wears off.

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hi can I request a yunho x reader brother's best friend au with jongho as the reader's older brother? and can you write smut in it with size kink and hand kink? thank you!!

YEAH. yeah <3 (nsfw under the cut!! - fingering (f receiving), dirty talk)

yunho looks good today — too good, actually. black t-shirt tucked into belted, dark wash jeans that accentuate his waist, and his rings. god, his shiny, silver rings adorn his long, pretty fingers of which you've been drooling over for the entire afternoon. the air of your home feels different today; usually, you are able to keep your wandering eyes from straying too long on him, but today, you just can't help but stare and...think.

the contents of these thoughts are terribly impure.

"...you good? hello?" a hand waves in front of your bleary eyes, knocking you from your thoughts full of the man now staring at you with a mix of concern and humor. "back to earth now?"

"sorry, i'm," you stutter out pathetically, now well aware of his close proximity due to the heat of his thigh pressing against your own. "i wasn't-"

"there's no need for excuses, sweetheart. you can't fool me." he's so close now that his warm, minty breath caresses your lips, the skin of your cheeks. his eyes are hooded, and when you flit your wide ones down to his lips, you find a small smirk.

you fall silent as you avert your gaze to a spot on the couch, your chin tilting downwards as you shrink into yourself. he halts your movements, however, with a firm grip on your chin, lifting your heard to force you to make eye contact with him again. you recognize how he leers over you, how small it makes you feel. your thighs subconsciously rub together. it's as clear as day that he notices.

"where, um, where's jongho?" you manage to ask, your breathing shaking when he moves even closer until you are nearly nose-to-nose.

"he left to buy snacks. not that you would've noticed, since you've been staring at my hands for the past twenty minutes," he replies, all too smug. the fingers on your chin slip to the side of your jaw so that his thumb brushes over your trembling bottom lip. one of his eyebrows raises. "tell me, princess: do you have a thing for hands?"

vehemently denying his accusation, you attempt to slip away before your brother comes back and kills you for fraternizing with his very own best friend, but yunho does not allow you. his body shifts so that you're trapped underneath him and the cushions of the couch. the thumb against your lips presses down. "don't lie to me, or i won't be very nice."

gulping, you allow a small nod, tension thick in the air. his eyes darken at your response before his thumb sneaks past your lips, and you obediently suckle on the digit. a deep, guttural groan sounds from his throat.

"so fucking precious," he coos, allowing his other hand to travel to the apex of your parted thighs. before he continues, he sends you a questioning glance, silently asking for your permission. you nod in response.

his teeth toy with his bottom lip when he slips his hand beneath your shorts. "god, you're soaked, princess. 's this all for me?"

you hum around his thumb, whining when the fingers below your waistband dip down to tease your aching hole. as he slips a single digit in, he removes his thumb from your mouth and replaces it with his lips, swallowing your moans and whines as he begins pumping his finger in and out, the smooth metal of one of his rings sending pleasurable shocks down your spine. he pulls from your lips away to watch your reactions, noting the furrow in your brow and the way your lips part oh so prettily — all because of him.

another finger breaches your walls, and you bite your lip at the sting that accompanies it. he notices, so he slows his pace.

"pretty baby can barely take two of my fingers, how could this tiny cunt take my cock?" he groans as he steadily stretches you out, grinding his hardened cock into the cushions for some relief.

"then make it fit," you whine out, your hips bucking. all your mind can think about is how good you feel

he bites his lip at your eagerness, your willingness to let him fuck you in the middle of your living room. he pumps his digits faster, curling his fingers in a way that has pleasure curling in your stomach, building and building and building...

and then you snap.

"yun-yunho, fuck!" you shriek as your pleasure peaks, manifesting as quaking legs and a heaving chest, white hot and mind melting and nearly too much for you to handle. he doesn't let up, continuing to fingerfuck you until your body finally falls limp against the couch.

"you're going back to college in a few months, right?" he asks, and you nod into his chest as he holds you, helping you come down before things inevitably go further.

the bliss only lasts a few moments before the jingle of keys cuts through the air. both of you scramble to make yourselves look decent.

"dude! you wanna just sleep over tonight?" you hear your brother ask as soon as the front door swings open, his voice carrying down the hall to where the two of you sat. yunho responds with a loud "yeah!" before his gaze settles back on you still pressed into him.

"we'll finish this later, sweetheart," he whispers lowly into your ear before your brother rounds the corner. "wait for me."

as he shoves his body back over to the opposite side of the couch, he sends you a quick wink. with warm cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, you nod and make your leave to head up to your room, quickly greeting your brother without turning around.

you can't wait for tonight.

(jongho frowns at the scene, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "bro, why were you with my sister?")