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k-hotchoisan · 22 hours

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hard hours are open? so are my legs for this:

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7 minutes of compensation

Coming back upset and disappointed at how your date turned out, Seonghwa and Yunho decide on a way to compensate you, in their own pretty little way.

Rating: R - explicit

Genres/Warnings: pwp, smut, 3some, oral (f receiving), riding, orgasms, fratboys!ateez, pet names, unprotected sex, face fucking, cream pies, dacryphilia, fingering, reader is a brat and it's deserved, pussy slapping (only once)

Word count: 3.6K

a/n: super late on this one, but this prompt was perfect for @atzhouse frat boys event <3 enjoy and indulge heavily 🩷 also thank you to my lovely @bro-atz for helping me develop the plot i could kiss u to death!!

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You were gonna fucking kill them. The both of them. As much as you adored them as your roommates, you swear they fucking sucked at matchmaking, or either that, their fraternity has men that are less than subpar.

Unfortunately for Yunho, he happened to be in the line of fire, and he got the heat first—meeting your cold gaze, then your sharp eye rolls which truthfully, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him until you blocked his path, arms folded tightly across your chest, your bottom lip sucked in from sheer annoyance, and even though Yunho pretty much towered over you, for once, you don’t feel small.

“Is it a thing in your little groupie that none of y’all can even reach the bare minimum of being a man?” You spit, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head.

Yunho scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not following, y/n”, he replies. Even though you know he’s being honest, unfortunately, he’s still part of the stupid fraternity, and technically he seconded introducing this poor excuse of a male to you.

“Where’s Park Seonghwa? Is he hiding from me because he fucking knew that son of a bitch was a sorry excuse of a man?” You grunt, attempting to push past Yunho, who quickly grabs you by the shoulders before you actually start acting on impulse and causing some property damage. It works. Barely.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, you need to tell me what happened before you decide to burn our dorm to the ground,” Yunho says, trying to meet your glacial eyes. God, Yuhno is so fucking lucky that he has a personality of a cotton ball because that’s what he could turn you into in an instant just with his gentle voice and soft demeanor. You kind of knew it wasn’t really his fault that the male he and Seonghwa introduced ended up being completely a piece of shit, but still.

No. You weren’t about to falter at Yunho’s warm gaze and the way he’s leaning into you, his hands firm on your shoulders. Deep inside, you knew Yunho was the last person to be unreasonable.

Your hard stare is slowly softening and the hostility is slowly dissolving much to your dismay, but you still hold your pout, now turning more cranky than mad.

You decide taking a deep breath to start your complaint would be the right way about it, especially since it helped with hiding your tears that were just threatening to fall.

At that moment, Seonghwa emerges from his room, having heard the commotion from the common space, his face as clueless as Yunho’s. Yunho turns away from you, the grip on your shoulders lightening as he stands up straight to look at the older male.

Seonghwa’s stare blank as he shuts his door, “I heard my name. What’s going on?”

Now there the three of you were—on your bed, Seonghwa on your left, Yunho on your right, the both of them exchanging glances at each other, not wanting to break the silence or you’d end up breaking their necks. Your arms are still crossed, and your expression now a pout rather than some intention to commit murder within the dorm. You made them sit with each other in complete silence while you decided to take a shower to hopefully wash off the vexation, obviously to no avail. At least you smelled nice.

“The guy the both of you introduced”, you huff another deep breath, “not only fucking sucked in bed but tell me why none of you told me he was fucking someone else?”

Another exchange of glances, this time with panic and confusion swirling in their eyes. You stand up and face them, your hands on your hips.

“We swear we didn’t know”, Seonghwa is the first to respond, his hands raised defensively. “He said he was interested in you, and we just…”

“Linked the both of you up, since you offhandedly mentioned that he was pretty cute”, Yunho continues.

You smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes on top of dripping with anything but kindness or satisfaction, well, given the complete fuckery your stupid date put you through. You lean forward, stroking Seonghwa’s jaw, and for a moment, he seems entranced by your gaze, growing slightly breathless for a split second.

“Did you know who he was fucking?” You ask, and it comes off as a rhetorical pop quiz question, which both Seonghwa and Yunho knew better than even trying to guess, lest you have their heads in your arms by the time this is over.

Seonghwa’s tongue slips out, wetting his plump lips out of nervousness. Sometimes you think Seonghwa looks absolutely delectable when he stares up at you with his doe eyes. You watch him shake his head.

Then you let go of the poor man, leaving him to catch his breath on top of having the smell of your body soap almost shutting the rest of his senses down.

“His ex-girlfriend”, you spit, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Both males had expressions that were equivalent to being a deer in headlights, which slightly cushioned your hostility because it seemed that they genuinely didn’t know about this.

“I’m sorry to hear about that”, Yunho says, and there’s a glint of guilt in his eyes you barely catch. His hands reach out to yours, hoping to appease your anger slightly, and Seonghwa mirrors his reaction.

“Y/n, I’ll make sure he never contacts you ever, alright?” Seonghwa follows, his fingers gently stroking yours, making a mental note to bash his fraternity mate into the wall when he has the chance to. “Yunho and I will make sure of that.”

“I can’t believe he fucking fumbled a chance like that”, Yunho mutters.

You remove your hands from the two males, crawling towards the headboard, letting your head rest on the endless amount of pillows, both Seonghwa and Yunho trailing you with their eyes, watching the way your shorts were riding dangerously up your thighs.

“I want compensation, from the both of you”, you remark, your eyes darting to your phone screen, gradually getting distracted as your anger slowly dissipates. “On top of him being a piece of shit, he fucks like a loser. You have guys like that in your fraternity to represent how y’all fuck or what?”

It takes less than a millisecond for Seonghwa’s gaze to darken, which you don’t notice until your phone gets snatched from your hands. You are about to part your lips to complain, that is, until you see the poison dripping from Seonghwa’s gaze. Before you can register it, a pair of arms lift you from below, and you’re facing Seonghwa, while being seated on Yunho’s lap. Yunho’s arms are wrapped around you, and you realise you’re trapped.

“No, Angel. We don’t fuck like that piece of shit does”, Seonghwa corrects you, his voice calm and almost angelic, if it wasn’t for the fact that his tone is tinted with anything but.

“We fuck better.”

“You shouldn’t lump us with guys like him, that hurts our feelings y’know”, Yunho chimes behind you, his voice tickling your ear.

Seonghwa’s lips are inches away from yours, “Believe me, we’ll compensate you fully.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest, the tension in the air climbing up in levels at a rapid pace. Seonghwa doesn’t intend to give you the time to form your thoughts before his lips are on yours, gentle yet greedy, growing more possessive by the second, and you let yourself melt into his lips, his touch, his seduction.

Soft moans escape your lips the more Seonghwa lets his tongue swipe yours and your lips. Fuck. Yunho’s fingers snake underneath your shirt, sending goosebumps all over your abdomen until he reaches your tits, and his fingers begin to roll your nipples against his fingertips as he alternates between squeezing your full tits, enjoying the whimpers you’re voicing while Seonghwa makes a mess out of your lips. Your mind is slowly slipping, and the next thing you’re feeling is the way your panties are getting soaked by the second.

Seonghwa pulls back, licking away the string of saliva connecting both of your lips, watching your lips swollen and your face flush, with a smile on his face.

Yunho’s hands leave your tits, and he brings up your shirt past your shoulders while Seonghwa pulls off your shorts, exposing the pretty wet patch on your panties.

“Look at you, so pretty and wet for us”, Yunho hums, his hand reaching down past your panties, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingertips drawing circles on your wet clit. He does it so painfully slow and you swear he’s doing it on purpose.

“Yunho-“, you mutter breathlessly, your hands grabbing his muscled arm. Seonghwa pulls your panties to the side, revealing your soaking pussy, just begging to be filled up. Yunho shifts his hands from underneath your panties to where Seonghwa had pulled them to the side.

They weren’t about to let you have your way, at least not yet.

“Now, are you taking back what you said about us fucking like losers?” Seonghwa asks, guiding Yunho’s fingers going back to circling between your clit and your sopping hole. You swear you were about to lose your fucking mind.

You stare at Seonghwa, eyes slowly getting glazed out the more Yunho’s fingertips grazed along your clit.

“No.”

Yunho’s hand makes impact on your cunt, making you gasp, your eyes blowing open from the shock that climbed along your spine, the sound wet and loud.

“Wrong answer, dollface”, Yunho hisses into your ear, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before his fingers plunge into your cunt, your head falling back against his shoulders, a broken curse slipping past your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve just been thinking of this, haven’t you?” Yunho curses, feeling your soft walls squeeze against his fingers whenever his fingers enter you on top of the pretty squelching sounds your pussy was making for him.

Yunho presses against your g-spot, and you jolt slightly, your legs spreading wider on instinct accompanied by another moan, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two males.

Yunho’s suddenly fingers pull out and you’re ready to protest from the denial, until you feel something harder and thicker pressing against your spine. Shit.

Seonghwa unlocks your phone and taps on the timer app, filtering through numbers before he shifts the screen to your view.

“We’ll make you cum in seven minutes as compensation, Angel”, Seonghwa promises. He looks so confident too. “If we don’t, then you can do whatever you want with us.”

“But if we do, you’ll take back your words, and we’ll do whatever we want with you, with your consent of course”, Yunho adds.

Truthfully, the deal was a matter of pride rather than anything else, and you being sandwiched by your hot roommates on top of it? Just the cherry on top.

“Fine”, you agree, and Yunho, tips your chin to face him, lowering himself to press his lips on yours before passing you over to Seonghwa, who also seals the deal with a kiss.

“That’s a good girl”, Seonghwa hums, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips. “Yunho should fuck you, right? Since he was the first person who caught your heat.”

“But he’s-“

“It’ll fit, dollface. I’ve seen the dildos you fuck yourself with. My dick will fit you just perfectly”, Yunho cuts you off, leaving your heart to slam against your chest.

Yunho lifts you up as he positions you right about his thick cock before he lowers you down, completely splitting you open as his cock fills you up all the fucking way, leaving your thoughts and sanity somewhere else by now.

“How are you feeling, Angel?” Seonghwa even has the courtesy to fucking ask. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from pleasure and pressure.

“So fuckin’ full. Fuck”, you mutter, your mind in a complete haze as you attempt to adjust to Yunho’s size. Seonghwa swallows hard at the way your pussy is just stretching to fit Yunho in plain sight before he starts the timer.

Then he lowers himself to your filled cunt, and licks up your clit, making you jerk.

Oh boy, these two are definitely about to drive you crazy.

Your head falls onto Yunho’s shoulders as you try to pace your breathing, but with Seonghwa at your cunt lapping your cream while Yunho has your pussy filled? It seemed like an impossible mission.

As Yunho fits into you, dragging against your walls and pressing dangerously close to your g-spot, Seonghwa’s slow and wet licks against your clit only stimulated and soaked you more to widen up to further fit in Yunho—now a complete cycle of hell of Seonghwa eating your pussy out making Yunho’s cock sit deeper in you which in turn made your clit all the more sensitive towards Seonghwa eating your cunt out. You were sure you wouldn’t last long at this rate.

A quick glance at the timer—two minutes had passed, and yet it felt like an eternity from how much stimulation you were getting. Soon enough, you were confident that time wouldn’t even exist as a whole.

Your body shudders in pleasure once more when Seonghwa licks another stripe up your cunt, trying to hold your composure, only for it to be broken down when Seonghwa’s wet lips suck on your clit, your mind blanking out from the sensation.

“Such a good fucking girl for us, y/n”, Yunho’s gentle voice barely registering in your head. He glances at the timer. “Four more minutes for us to break you. You know it’s okay to just let go and ruin your bedsheets right? We’ll wash them for you.” Jesus fucking Christ.

The numbers on the timer on your phone continue to descend agonisingly slow and the looming, ticklish feeling of an orgasm is just threatening to spill over at any moment. Your mind begins to drift off, shrouded in the mist of pleasure, with Yunho, low moans as the icing on the cake whenever he feels your walls squeeze around you, his praises sounding like a hymn.

Seonghwa switches between his tongue and fingers, the only denominator is him making sure to send you off the edge, casting his gorgeous eyes upwards to meet yours, watching your reactions like a hawk. The cream around the base of Yunho’s cock grows thicker every time he pulls out from your stretched hole.

At the sixth minute, you realise you are a lost cause—Seonghwa licking and grazing his fingertips against your wet clit while Yunho has his cock balls deep in you, hitting deep fucking spots in your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you cry out, your eyes screwed shut, barely processing Yunho’s kisses down your neck as he stuffs you full once more. Seonghwa pulls back, licking your cream off his lips before they pull into a smirk, then making sure he overstimulates and sends your whole body into an orbit with his fingers on your clit. Stars scatter and burst into your eyelids, you barely were able to keep them open when your cum spurts out of you, alongside your cries about feeling so fucking good while you screamed both of Yunho's and Seonghwa’s names, diluting the cum from Yunho who fills you up warm seconds after.

Both men watch you unravel in complete awe and adoration. They should have done this sooner if they knew your cunt would be this fucking good.

“Six minutes and fifteen seconds”, Seonghwa brings up your phone with a smile. “You did fare pretty well, Angel.”

He lifts you off Yunho’s cock, his cum trickling past your trembling inner thighs, and Yunho groans from the sensitivity, giving his wet cock a couple of pumps. You were not in any position to complain, not when your body is barely recovering from your high, because you’re on your stomach, facing Yunho’s thick cock, your eyes rolling back once more when you feel Seonghwa’s cock stretching you open once more. Your face buried in the sheets, your fist digging into the fabric, your ass automatically lifting to accommodate Seonghwa.

“Fuck. You’re still so fucking tight, Angel. Were you waiting for me to fuck you next? You’re just begging for me to fuck Yunho’s cum out of you, aren’t you?”

You could only muster a weak whine of Seonghwa’s name before Yunho’s cock gently taps on your cheek. You look up at Yunho, your eyes completely glazed out, realising your mouth suddenly feeling very empty.

As Seonghwa slides his cock out of you, your phone suddenly lights up, the vibration catching both boys’ attention. Yunho glances over and cocks an eyebrow when he sees the caller ID flash across the screen. He looks over at Seonghwa who catches his eye, then nods to his older friend to pick up the call. Seonghwa reaches over, even as he’s still fucking his cock in you, and slides answer.

“Hey.”

“Hello? Seonghwa Hyung? Isn’t this y/n’s phone?”

Seonghwa glances down at you, ass still bouncing off his fat cock while taking Yunho’s cock in your mouth, your body twitching from time to time on top trying to fit Yunho in your mouth.

“Y/n’s not available right now. She’s a little…preoccupied.”

There’s a pause for a moment.

“O-oh. ‘Cause I was meaning to talk to her about the ex-girlfriend thing and-“

“H-Hwa”, you whimper, feeling your brain short-circuiting every time his hips snap against yours, feeling your brain up with nothing but just cock. Seonghwa returns your look with nothing less than affection before he bothers to focus back on his friend’s endless amount of excuses for acting like a piece of shit.

“You don’t need to anymore, dude.”

“What? Wait I don’t-“

Seonghwa smirks into the phone. “She’s not interested anymore—Ah fuck, that’s it Angel.”

“What the fuck is going on there?!”

Seonghwa only chuckles in reply, hitting the loudspeaker for Yunho to reply him, “Don’t worry about y/n, she’s well taken care of. Better than however the fuck you did, that’s for sure.” Yunho strokes your jaw, encouraging you to fit more of him in your mouth, biting back a curse when look up at him with doe eyes, spit and precum just coating his cock every time you bob your head.

“We definitely need a little talk when we see you. Until then, maybe learn to fuck better”, Seonghwa adds, before disconnecting the line, ignoring the sudden myriad of messages barging and spamming your inbox from said male. Well, you were busy.

Seonghwa’s attention snaps back to you once more when he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and the way your pussy is just endlessly creaming on his cock is just driving Seonghwa closer to his high, partnered with the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls he knew his fraternity brother definitely heard.

“That’s a good fucking girl. You’re doing so well for me. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. So fucking close, Angel”, Seonghwa hisses, his thrusts becoming more erratic, cock mindlessly hitting deeper spots of your poor cunt before he feels you completely let go and cum right on his cock as well, his warm cum filling up your cunt.

Yunho isn’t faring any better, his eyes are glazed out at the way your throat is closing around his cock every time he slips it in, and when your eyes roll back with your mouth covering the entirety of his cock, clenching him again at the back of your throat, Yunho can’t help but cum down your tight pretty throat with a strangled groan, along with praises of you taking his cock like his good little girl, and how you’re taking all of his cum so well, which only makes your mind buzz with pleasure on top of both of your holes being filled up.

Yunho jerks back slightly on instinct from the overstimulation, before his hands cup your jaw to assist you pull out. Cum dribbles down the corner of your lips from your futile attempt to swallow it all, but Yunho simply grabs a handful of tissues for you to spit in should you need to. Then his lips press onto your forehead, his voice like honey in your ears as he praises you for taking him and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa on the other hand, had pulled out of you, swallowing hard as his cum mixed with Yunho’s seeps past your folds, dripping onto his half hard cock. Seonghwa thinks he could go another round, but not now. The thought of ruining your pussy over and over again is definitely the most enticing to him, but he makes mental note to delete and block the twat’s number on your phone while you go wash up.

The exhaustion is slowly kicking into your body, considering you’ve never been fucked this good, but Yunho insists to wash you up before you rest in either one of their rooms, which you don’t put up much of a fight against, considering the state of you right now.

Yunho, slightly displeased that Seonghwa insisted on snuggling on his bed as well, the three of you sharing Yunho’s bed, with you in the middle. As Seonghwa combs through your hair with his fingers, you suddenly remember the phone call.

You look up to both of them and ask, “Who called just now?” Evidently, you were so deep into your pleasure that who called didn’t even register in your mind, the faint memory of the dull vibration of your phone being the only thing you recall.

Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances before their eyes shoot back to you. Yunho forces a smile and Seonghwa continues to stroke your head, slowly lulling you into an exhausted slumber.

“No one important. Someone we can thank for being able to compensate you, darling”, are the last words you barely process before you fall asleep in their arms.

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mingwrites · 3 days

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getting high with ateez

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

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

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

yeosang ~ falls asleep after 2 hits.

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

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

wooyoung ~ gets really horny. and subby.

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

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wooyoungislove · 2 days

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Just him being a cutie again 🥺

Credits to owner(s).

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songmingisthighs · 2 days

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Wanbelyn

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epilogue - POOF

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

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rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

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strhwaberries · 2 days

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seonghwa for elle singapore

#ateez #seonghwa #ateezedit #atzsource #seonghwanet #majatual #heyfio #usertheos #rintrack #cheytermelon #rosieblr #useranusia #foraddy #forfreddy #*mywork #mentally i still live there

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felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna · 3 days

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san.. SAN?!

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kevcanwait · 2 days

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oh? OH? 👀 🫢

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Tags: Angst, my first hurt/no comfort cause I have a soft heart and could never go through with it, Chan is the one not getting comfort, Members forget Mn, Made the manager...attached to Mn? He's just as sad to see you go.

Lmk if any other tags are needed. Feedback and comments are welcome, it makes me so happy seeing how you thought of my writings.

You realized something was off when you were 'forgotten' for the second live stream in a row. You don't know when it happened. How it started. You just started noticing more and more that you were being left out.

"Sorry, Mn, I thought you were busy. Didn't think to invite you." They always thought you were busy.

"Hectic schedule, I'm sorry." You guys have the same schedule, that's not an excuse.

"I'm sorry, Jagi, I thought that was tomorrow." Even Chan forgot things.

You never use to be like this. You were all once connected, always talking, always hanging out when there was time. They listened to your feedback, they agreed with your inputs, and when they needed, they'd go to you for comfort.

Now it's like you're a ghost. Present but not visible. You look like a deer caught in headlights when they talk about stuff that you haven't been caught up on. There was one time in the choreography that you were to catch one of the boys and you stood around aimlessly and ended up getting yelled at. You yelled right back because they never tell you anything and you didn't know you had to catch one of them. It wasn't fair!

"Mn, you could've hurt Jeongin! Why didn't you catch him?!" "How could I have caught him if I didn't know that was the next move! You guys don't tell me anything anymore!" "Yeah we do!" "Christopher, Don't lie! You are doing it too!" "Mn!" You didn't care that you disrespected him and used his full first name. You were annoyed.

Your breaking point was two things. The first was when you had to find out about an upcoming album through your manager. He had sent you a preview photo of the album cover and you flew into a panic attack. New Album? When? How? They decided on things without you? You're apart of the group too, how could they not have realized you weren't there?!

The second was when you were waiting...and waiting...and waiting in Chan's room. He had promised a movie night for your anniversary and yet four hours later than when he promised, he still wasn't there. You just left his room, red eyed and absolutely pissed. That night, he didn't even check on you when he came home.

It took a couple days but you had officially left Stray Kids. You couldn't take the neglect anymore, it was unfair, uncalled for. Your manager was sad to see you go but he understood, even he noticed the others neglect but it seemed that when he told them off it went through one ear and out the other.

You packed at night, taking about half an hour to debate if you wanted to take memories of being in the group but instead you just took down the photos of you and the boys and cut yourself out, leaving just the boys along with the few albums and photo cards you kept on your desk, throwing the pieces of you in the waste bin underneath.

Tears streamed down your face as you packed your suitcase. Midway, your realized you folded the two hoodies Chan gave you. You lay one on your bed but decide to keep the white one as you zip up your luggage and start packing your other one.

Leaving in the cover of night let you leave without seeing their faces, without seeing possible confusion or pity pleads to have you stay. In the days it took to be out of the group, you also managed to get accepted into another company. You would've stayed at JYPE if it didn't mean you'd still see the boys that once brought you joy, if you stayed you'd have to put up with them trying to talk you back into the group. You just can't seem to trust them anymore.

You ex-manager was nice enough to take you to your home where you're staying until you can properly integrate into your new company, possibly into a new group. You heard that the company knew you and would be helping you to try and join a group or even help you become a soloist.

That morning, the boys went on with their lives, completely oblivious. It wasn't until after practice and recording that they were finishing up and getting ready to leave the room they gathered in to discuss the album when Chan looked around and finally noticed. "Wait...Where's Mn?" Their manager looked at Chan and the others before sighing. "Really? Haven't I yelled at all of you to stop ignoring him? It took you almost all day to realize?" Your manager felt really bad for what they were doing to you so he did get a bit heated.

"What do you mean?" The manager sighs before guiding the boys out. "Let's get to the dorms." Is all he says. When they get there, the manager makes them sit on the couch, hands on his hips. "Have any of you really realized that you were excluding Mn? I asked him about the album cover and he told me that he didn't even know a comeback was planned to happen. He also told me that you yelled at him for almost dropping Jeongin but you guys never told him or showed him the choreo, how could he have caught him if he didn't even know what was going on?"

With a deep sigh, the manager looks down at the floor before delivering the news. "Mn signed out four days ago..." He looks back up to the boys, staring at him wide eyed. "What?" "He's gone, Chan. I took him home last night." "W-Well, we'll see him at the company at some point right? So he's not-" "He's moving to KQ. He thought that if he stayed at JYPE you guys would stop him at any opportunity to try and get him back. They're already looking to either put him in a group or help him be a soloist." Han was the first to move, running past the manager to run to your room.

The others hear him cry out a moment later then return with your cut photos in his hands. "He's gone..." A few others run to see it for themselves as Han drops the cut photos next to Chan and slides down the nearby wall to cry into his hands.

Chan picked up one of the photos. A picture of you and him, a selfie with him hugging you from behind with his chin on your shoulder. He remembered the negative space where you were, you had your head turned, looked at him with so much love and a bright smile that matched his.

"I'm sorry, Chan...but he was tired of being just a shadow. I wanted him to reconsider but I saw everything and I knew it would be worthless." He saw in the corner of his eyes some members trying to call you only to huff when they got your voicemail.

Years later, they still felt hallow. They were happy and working well but they still felt empty. They know you've blocked them but they still texted you or tried to call you even after this long.

Telling Stay was really hard, they just told them it was for mental health issues but some Stays also noticed the neglect and pieced it together, especially when some fans noticed you in another group.

They were backstage getting ready to preform at the award ceremony the main title from their new album, decked in pirate like outfits with layers and accessories but still dressed a minimum amount to be able to dance.

Chan was helping Felix with his headset when Felix caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Mn!" His eyes widen as a smile took over his dropped jaw and the others turn in the direction Felix is looking. You stop hearing your name, turning to see who it was only to stare at the group of boys unmoving. Felix's hand hesitated before waving at you with a gentle smile.

It's been so long that you were honestly thrown off by how much they've grown and how handsome they've become. You see Jeongin smile at you and you notice his braces are gone, Hyunjin has grown his hair out along with Felix. These little details are forgotten the moment you feel a hand on the side of your face and you turn back around. "Hey." You smile, Seonghwa completely taking your attention as you watch him smile in return, your hands resting on his waist. "Come on, Jagiya. We've been waiting for you." He says, leaning forward to give you a quick peck but you pull him back to you for a slightly longer kiss before you take his hand and he takes you back to the table.

You heard their gasp when you kissed Seonghwa but honestly, you didn't care. You were seen in Ateez, heard and included way more than you ended up becoming in Stray Kids.

Chan's heart was crushed, he honestly had hope that you guys could talk it out but also knew there was no way but he still hoped. His tears blurred his vision as he let a sob left him, he tried not to let them fall, he had to go on stage soon, but it hurt. He had lost not just a member but someone he actually truly loved. He didn't mean to forget him, he didn't mean to push him away. The regret of not realizing sooner still weighed heavily on his shoulders after this long.

The way you held Seonghwa was the same way you'd hold him. The smile and shine in your eye you gave the other idol was the same you'd give to him, the same one in the taped photo that still remains on his desk after he found the other half. The members also have the other photos, taped as well and put on the fridge.

What crushed Chan the most in that moment?

You didn't look back as Seonghwa took you away.

pssst, I would write more Ateez but I don't fully know their dynamics and personalities completely so I'll probably just insert them like I did in this fic 😁

#random #bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #bang chan #bang chan x male reader #seonghwa x male reader #ateez #ateez x male reader #ateez seonghwa #stray kids bang chan #seonghwa

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kpop-locks · 2 days

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ ateez ; nacific² ”♡ᵎ ꒱

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seonghwacore · 1 day

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not saying "my woosanhwa" challenge miserably failed

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ryuyejiho · 18 hours

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"without shame" - San (ft. Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Mingi)

Pairing: 3rd person Reader San Wooyoung Seonghwa Mingi

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Summary: Friends with benefits are having a little fun but they don't know that their friends can hear them...

Word Count: 975

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San had been sitting in her room playing a computer game with his friends for a good two hours. She had been bored sitting alone in the living room all this time. Finally, she dared to sneak into the room where her friend was sitting. On her knees, she walked across the room until she reached the desk where San only noticed her when she pushed him back in his chair from the desk so she could fit under the desk.

The boy looked at her confused but involuntarily sat down in the chair more comfortably, spreading his legs wider. The girl smiled and put her full hand on his crotch. She smiled even wider when her friend's lips tightened to prevent him from making any sound that his friends would hear.

She clenched her hand tighter, still watching his face. Not once did he look at her. He knew that when he did he would be completely lost and give up. Even so, he had already done it anyway. He stopped breathing and firmly closed his eyes when she slipped her hand into his underwear and touched his naked tip.

He couldn't help but start breathing harder, all the while, however, trying to concentrate on playing so that no one would suspect anything.

But they already knew, or at least guessed, what might be going on on the other side.

Mingi tried not to think about it, purposely taking part in the biggest battles in the game to push away all sorts of dirty thoughts.

Seonghwa tried to stay calm, he felt a lot of excitement however, he didn't want to be such a pervert to do a handjob to the sounds of his best friend's sex.

And Wooyoung? Well, Wooyoung seemed to make no bones about it. Shamelessly hearing the quiet whimpers and sped-up breathing of San in his headphones, he pulled off the boxers he was only wearing and began to stroke himself.

She pulled off his sweatpants along with his underwear, his penis was already hard and just waiting for someone to take care of it. She immediately caught it in her hand and, putting it to her lips, gently moved her hand up and down.

San pulled his eyebrows tightly together and inadvertently cursed quietly. He hoped his friends took his moan of pleasure as a moan of annoyance at the game.

No one said anything; there was silence in each boy's headphones. Only every now and then there were barely audible murmurs and moans from San that left his mouth on their own.

When she took the tip of him between her lips and he let out a rather loud moan, they hoped that by some miracle no one heard it.

When she put it all the way down his throat and involuntarily made a choking sound, everyone on the other side was sure what was going on.

San, at a loss in the most hopeless way, pulled off his headphones and threw them on the desk. Grabbing a handful of her hair he let out a deep moan, pushing down on her head to feel even more pleasure. Unfortunately, he didn't think to mute the microphone before doing so, so everyone was now able to hear the action like from the best porn.

Mingi, closing his eyes, began to imagine the scene that was happening, with an erection in his pants.

Seonghwa gave in hearing her gagging and wet noises, now sliding hand over his hardness through the material of his shorts.

With his eyes closed, Wooyoung was now doing a handjob to the rhythm of the noises he heard in his headphones. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong, just taking advantage of the opportunity. But he wasn't going to tell anyone about it anyway. It would remain his little secret, hoping for more situations like this.

Her eyes and cheeks were wet with tears while he fucked her in the mouth. His tip was hitting the back of her throat. San saw her choking on his cock but he liked it. To him it was the best look of her.

Looking at how messy she was, he felt himself approaching orgasm. He moaned and cursed louder and louder, not realizing that every one of his friends could hear it.

After a few minutes, he finished, shooting his cum all over her face. It's always at moments like this that he has the urge to take a picture of her when her cheeks and chin are covered in his cum, and set the picture to the main wallpaper of his phone.

Still breathing heavily, he grinned and praised her for how well she always knows how to give him a wonderfull blowjob.

Before San had time to look at the computer screen, every one of his friends had disconnected.

Mingi went to take a cold shower to cool off.

Seonghwa, ashamed of himself after cumming fully clothed, also went to take a shower, unable to get the sounds of it out of his head.

Wooyoung looked with disdain at what a mess he had made by gushing his cum onto the desk, dirtying the monitor screen and keyboard. However, he didn't regret anything. He found it awesomely turned-on and sexy, hearing his best friend with his girlfriend having fun with each other.

As she stripped naked on the bed, San looked at the screen and noticing the microphone still on, a shudder went through him. But surprisingly he wasn't angry or embarrassed. The thought that someone had heard how his friend was able to bring him to orgasm was a turn-on for him.

This is how he discovered his new fetish which he was going to test as soon as he could.

With his lovely friend with benefits, of course.

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technicallyvivi · 2 days

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NSFW WARNING!

mafia mingi

sometimes mingi came home all bloody, streaks of blood in his messy platinum hair and an exhausted look on his face. today was one of those days. "i missed you." he said from the doorway of you room taking you by surprise, you jumped up and chuckled. "hey." your smile disappearing when you take a closer look at see all the blood smeared across his body. "rough day?" you ask and he sighs in return walking over to you. "wash me." a soft smile spreads across your face blush creeping up your cheeks. you love it when mingi asks you to pamper him, he's not an easy person to take care of since he's always wanting to be independent and do things for himself. "sure." you both walk to the bathroom together him sitting on the toilet seat and you standing in between his thighs. he pulls you closer by your hips, slipping his hands under your shirt to touch your warm skin and slowly rub your sides. taking off his shirt is easier today, usually, he'd want a slow and sensual make out session first. but he's decided he's to tired to do anything without at least washing up first. especially since he knows how much you hate being touched by blood that isn't yours or his. you both stare at each other for a while, just letting him savor this moment with you before he goes off early in the morning. "lick it." he says. "huh?" confusion fills you, what the hell was he talking about? "the blood." you shake your head. "it's not yours." a small giggle escapes his lips. "it is. want you to lick me clean." looking down at his spasming abs you agree, get on your knees and stick your tongue out lapping up all the blood between his abs and turning your lips a deep red color. messy blood all around them. he takes your hair and pulls it slightly so you look up into his eyes. "good?" sticking your tongue out you bring it up to lick your lips to swallow it all and nod. "let's try something new tonight bunny." there's that nickname that gets you wet immediately. his bunny. he knows you won't be able to say no to whatever it is he wants to try. you take his spot on the toilet seat while you wait for him to come back, it takes him some time and in between that you hear clanking and crashing, almost making you run to check up on him. but soon enough he's back, and with his gun on his side. "what's that for?" you ask almost in a whisper. "do you trust me y/n?" his tired deep voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. you're not sure what the right answer is here, you know mingi would never hurt you though. "yes.." he smiles getting on his knees lifting up your skirt and taking off your panties until they reached your ankles soaking your thighs in your own arousal. and he laughed, he fucking laughed. "look at you, you're dripping baby." you rub your thighs together to feel some friction and pleasure yourself but mingi forces them back open. "shh, you'll get what you want in a second. be patient for me, yes?" you just nod in response. you didn't think he'd be upset at that too. "words, baby." he says rubbing your inner thigh. "ill be patient." you say back. he smiles and looks up at you not breaking eye contact when he starts pulling out his gun you look down at it, but you feel his big hands on your chin moving your face to turn and look at him. "look at me." he says voice deeper than before which at the time seemed almost impossible. so you take a deep breath and tangle your fingers through his hair, he takes that as an invitation to move his hand further up and start to prep you, playing with your folds and teasing your hole ever so slightly until he slides his fingers in fully. so you don't make too much noise he covers your mouth. the walls are thin and your bodyguard, san, sleeps in the room next door. but he can still see the effect he has on you. "m-mingi" you gulp. "please." this time he doesnt smile, doesn't even answer your pleads, instead the takes his gun and cocks it, pressing it to the side of your head. your eyes widen and you grab his wrist. "mingi?" you say in the sweetest voice, which almost makes him fold, but he doesn't.

"make a noise and you're dead." he smiles, psychotically and whats even more psycho, is it gets you wetter, which is saying a lot. the fear in your eyes turns him on, he pulls his fingers out of your throbbing hole slowly, and stands up. still pointing the gun to your head he looks down, "unbuckle me." you nod immediately fumbling to take off his belt and take his pants off, they pool at his ankles so he can step out of them easily. next are his boxers you do this slower just to tease him. something which mingi doesnt like "hurry up." he groans grabbing your hair tightly. you hurry yourself up and pull them all the way down, his angry cock springs up hitting his belly, coating it with precum. "stand up." you do, he takes your seat and pats his lap. "youre gonna ride daddy, no noise." its almost a demand. you nod and hover over his dick letting him line it up, he pushes the tip in carefully, your pussy sucking it in tightly. "f-fuckkk." he groans and a whimper escapes your throat reminding him to press the gun harder onto the side of your head. "i said shut the fuck up." you lean down sinking onto his dick and biting his bare shoulder to suppress your moans. he grabbed your hips and started moving you up and down slowly, everytime you clenched around his shaft he would groan in your ear. it didnt take him long to pick up his pace skin slapping filled the room and your mouths grip on his shoulder got loose, you felt like you were about to cum with the way he kept thrusting into you harder and deeper. "that's my little slut taking me so well." he reminded himself to keep the gun steady, "you gonna cum?" you nodded against his shoulder and accidentally moaned too loud when his tip pressed right on your g spot. he laughed and crawled his hand up your chest and to your neck moving your limp and bouncing body to look him in the eyes. "shut the fuck up dumb whore." he pressed the gun to your temple. "i know daddy's stretching you out so good right now but you- shit- have to be quiet." he sped up his pace choking you with one hand which also kept you in place and holding the gun with his other. you closed your eyes as tightly as you could and clenched down on his cock. "you can cum puppy." he grunted in your ear, puppy, he called you puppy. just with that you looked down and bit on his hand so you didn't moan to loud, tensing up you came all over his dick. shortly after with just a couple thrusts his cum filled you up like a balloon, like a cum dump, his slut. you trembled in his arms for a while and he set the gun down, panting against your sweaty neck. you just sat there for a little he held you close and pressed against you, he also leaned back against the toilet seat so you could lay your head more comfortably. "im sorry puppy, I didn’t do too much did i?” He asks, slowly pulling out of you, a mix of both your cum and his oozing outside of your puffy pussy. You shake your head, “no not at all, but uh-.” you look up at him, still trembling "no, it wasn't actually loaded. you know i could never hurt you." you laugh, and you hear him quietly join you. he sits you on the seat and turns on the water in the bath. “lets clean up, then we can go cuddle, sounds good?" he quietly asks you, scratching one of his injuries from earlier that night grabbing your hand to give it a kiss as well. you giggle, “sounds good. dont irritate the scratches baby.” he nods smiling, slowly rubbing your knuckles in his hands. “sorry.” he turns the water off once its filled and carries you in.

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