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IT'S YOU |Woosan x reader| Part II

Part I If you haven't read it

Genre: smut, from friends to lovers!au, college!au

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: Sometimes drunken decisions lead to the most unexpected results and the most shocking confessions. Or, after your boyfriend cheats on you, you propose a threesome to your best friends and it might just be what they have always wanted.

WARNING: only!18+ unprotected sex, Dom!San, Dom!Wooyoung, Sub!Reader, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, manhandling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation and more.

Tag list: @staytiny816 @woosmaid @jiminssluttyminx @liknws @pearltinyy @haebaragisworld @bts-iris @bleachpolaroid @wisejudgedragonhairdo @ginger-coffee-addict @pricessthings @rockstarsanie @lilmackiee @minaizum1 @shotahime @vixensss @meljoongiee @ivsjake4evr @love-me-a-little @seonghwaddict @onmykneesforateez @meeitany

A/N: Okay, we're here. I couldn't be more excited. Really, they've got a lot going on and I hope you're all ready because it's gonna be intense, hot and messy. Seriously, I really appreciate everyone's feedback and consideration for this series. It's become one of the most popular things I've written, but it put some pressure on me, because I'm worrying about whether the second part would please you. Well, I think we'll see.

Enjoy the chapter, even though it's practically nothing but smut.

The third and final part! takes us back to where it all began, but not without an emotional roller coaster ride. By the way, I wanted to point out that T/N doesn't remember what she promised them a year ago. So don't be surprised by the plot changes in this issue. In the finale, we're sure to get a hot threesome.

I'm still learning how to write smut, so please be gentle with me.

Besides, I can't help but talk about the results of the poll. The majority vote was for Alpha/Beta/Omega!au, and honestly, it's one of the ideas I'm most excited about, and I was hoping it would be the winner. I look forward to your comments. In general, feel free to write me about anything.

dividers by @cafekitsune

Much love, everyone.

Now. The morning after graduation.

It's a late, lazy morning when you wake from a deep and well-earned sleep. You blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the bright golden light flooding the room, which refracted through your bedroom's stained glass. It was beautiful and annoying at the same time, just as Hongjoong himself, who had inspired you to do this.

You should have shaded the windows last night before you went to sleep, but that was the last thing you thought of as lying in bed between the restless, wet San's and Wooyoung's bodies. You were more preoccupied with the touch of their rough hands on your heated body, the warmth of their breath on tender skin, and the sounds of their hoarse moaning right by your ear.

They were an absolute mess, slowly driving you crazy. Emotions raged in your stomach, making you feel guilty, embarrassed and… lustful. You practically dozed off at dawn, when the boys managed to calm down a bit and fall into a deep sleep.

The apartment is incredibly quiet; you can't hear a single sound, and only the soft sniffle on your neck, with the feeling of warm breath dancing across your bare skin, breaks this peaceful silence.

Wooyoung is still fast asleep, clutching you in his arms like a favorite teddy bear, his leg wrapped possessively around your thigh as it always has been. Even when he was asleep, he couldn't bring himself to let you go for a second.

You ran the palm of your hand over the sheet and felt nothing but the cold under your fingers. Sannie has been awake for a while now, and for a moment you're annoyed by this fact. You wish that he was still in bed with you, soft and gentle as he always was. So that the three of you could spend this special morning together. The graduation robes are scattered all over the room in a mess of things, and all you want to do is push them further and further into the wardrobe and forget about them forever. The dog days are finally over. You are now official free.

Sensual, full lips touch the sensitive spot on your neck, and the sensation sends shivers down your spine. The throat is suddenly dry, sweat begins to form on your neck from the abruptly increase in desire, and you close your eyes tightly, aware of every touch and breath coming from Wooyoung more clearly than before. It's as if your whole body is completely focused on him, reacting to every fleeting movement and every sound with even more eager devotion.

You're still too receptive from last night, and you need more space to try and keep all those dirty, depraved thoughts from taking over and you. You studiously ignore the slight shiver of excitement that is happily tickling your breasts and causing the muscles in your lower abdomen to ripple in a pleasant way. You bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning in frustration as the images and sensations of the night flash in front of your eyes. You need to stop right now. It's too bad, but it's too sweet.

You start to wriggle, trying to get away from Wooyoung, who is still sleeping, but he just pulls you closer to his chest, as if he wants to dissolve into your body completely, and you melt.

Wooyoung has always been so insatiable and greedy for any kind of physical contact that you can offer him, like an adorable little puppy, that you can just wag your finger at him and he'll come running to you. He always had "too much space between you"; it was important to him to hold you constantly, to touch soft skin with his fingertips, to leave butterfly kisses in every possible place, to knead your thighs and squeeze waist possessively, to pull you so close that there wasn't a centimetre between you. You were his darling, soft and sweet girl in all the right places, and he just couldn't help himself.

San used to tell him that he was being a bit greedy and that he needed to learn how to share you with others. After all, sharing meant caring, and you were also his chagi.

Yes, you wanted to be taken care of, and that frightened you to the depths of your most forbidden fantasies. You wanted to be nervous about them; you wanted them to use you as they pleased, to make you take everything they had to offer, even if it destroyed you completely.

Your desire for them was more than you should have as friends. And that feeling had only grown stronger over the past year.

But despite Wooyoung's obsession and possessiveness, his touch always soothed you. He gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt the need. And in the end, his hands would always nudge you in the direction of San, so that he could have his own moment of sharing with you. You were their own personal cuddly toy, and that was fine with you, because there was no place in the world where you could feel more protected and cuddly than in their arms.

But at the moment, you wanted nothing more than to get away from his touch and calm down your excitement. You'd been so needy since last night, and Wooyoung had only added to your frustration.

He's shirtless, his skin warm and smooth, and you can be sure it's golden like caramel where the sun has licked it. Delicious. You can almost taste him on the tip of your tongue, and suddenly you're tempted to sink your teeth into him for a taste, but you just bite down harder on your lower lip and stifle a moan.

You need to stop being so intensely... aware of him.

Maybe you were still drunk from the last night; after all, you couldn't remember exactly how many shots of tequila you'd consumed before dragging Yunho into the ladies' room to start kissing passionately. And you found yourself in an even more suggestive position with Seonghwa after another round of colourful, unnamed cocktails.

From then on, every innocent act made you feel lustful and hungry for intimacy.

Was it karma or something? You weren't sure, but you were more inclined to think that it was the lack of passionate sex you hadn't been having for a year now. You hadn't been able to find anyone suitable for a long-term relationship after you'd broken up with Suho, and boys-toys hadn't given you any pleasure.

You wanted more than ten minutes of gasping under the covers with awkward fingers poking into the pussy. They were cum faster than you were able to get yourself aroused. Pathetic.

You needed to satisfy that hunger that was eating you from the inside out, that oppressive feeling of emptiness inside you that could only be filled by a big dick that you could choke on for the rest of your life. A thick and long one, with visibly bulging veins, that could really hit all the sensitive places inside you, causing you to have orgasm after orgasm. And having not one but two perfectly matched options handy hasn't made things any easier.

If you offered to suck them off, Wooyoung's dick would be in your mouth in no time. He was always a fireball, passionate, and impatient, and San…San liked to play with his food before getting down to business. You were in awe of how perfect their dynamic was with such different personalities.

You wanted to see how attractive they would be when a warm throat closed around their cocks, when their beautiful faces were contorted with intense pleasure, and when you heard them moan out your name.

Damn it.

It's moments like these that make you realize that moving in with Wooyoung and San was the best and worst decision you ever made. Unless you count buying a pair of designer jeans that make your butt a magnet for people's hands.

The time went by far too quickly for your liking. It was easy to get lost in the succession of school days, week after week, punctuated by movie nights, spontaneous outings and a seemingly endless stream of student parties. Everything in your life changes. From the big renovation of your apartment, which was Hongjoong's job - he was still over the loss of his favourite vintage sofa - to the move in of San and Wooyoung. Things started to move at an even faster pace the day the boys dragged their suitcases into the dark space of your ultra-modern living room, to a general "You should have done this a long time ago".

It was a spontaneous and hasty decision. But what could have gone wrong? It's always been the three of you, and you had no idea that sharing space would have any effect on your relationship. God, how wrong you were. They played cat and mouse with you, testing your mettle and your patience. The memory of that moment is still so vivid in your mind.

"Come on, chagi, try it; it's quite tasty." San brought a spoonful of the dark green liquid, which Wooyoung proudly called the best hangover soup in the world, to your lips.

Jung Wooyoung and his ego, of course.

"Go ahead, baby; be good and open your mouth. It'll make you feel good, I promise." That last sentence was full of innuendo, and it didn't take a genius to see it. In fact, everything that came out of Wooyoung's mouth was absolute filth.

He was practically purring in your ear, touching your delicate skin with every word, and you swear you could feel the touch of his tongue on your earlobe. Oh, fuck. His hands slid down your shoulders, deftly kneading the muscles that had gone stiff, his thumbs sliding up the vertebrae of your neck, and he dug a little bit into the hair at the back of your neck. In that moment, you were ready to do anything for him, whatever he asked.

"That's my Chagia, so docile and sweet." San would continue to feed you slowly with a spoon, smiling sweetly at you as if it were the most pleasant thing in the world to do. From time to time, he would wipe away the drops of liquid that ran down your lips with his thumb, as if in a romantic drama. You were perfectly capable of doing it yourself. But San's meaningful raised eyebrow made it clear that it was better to let him take care of you without resistance. San's language of love had always been to serve, and he took every opportunity to remind you of that.

The silence around you was nice and cozy—you'd even say relaxing—especially since you could still feel the humming bass of last night's music in your head. And all in all, you weren't feeling your best. Hell, that shit you drank last night was strong. This went on for a few more minutes until the plate in front of you was empty and Woo's face was pressed against your cheek in a cute puppy way.

"Woo, and I wanted to talk to you about something, Y/N," San began, his voice suddenly becoming so sweet. He took your hand gently, his thumb stroking your knuckles lazily. He obviously wanted something from you.

"Sure, I'm all ears."

"We'd like to move in with you, peach, what do you think?" Wooyoung was pecking at your cheek, acting like a real sweetheart, but you knew every one of his tactics to get what he wanted.

"You're not going to get it if Woo keeps licking my cheek."

"But, Peach…" He whined, pursing his puffy lips in a resentful manner. Okay, he was cute as hell, but you were never going to tell him that.

"Chagi." You turned your attention back to San, who looked like he was confessing his love to you: Are this hearts in his eyes? Or are you still drunk?

"Agreed, we are practically living here anyway; I even have my own toothbrush in the bathroom. It's just a formality." He was awfully proud of it, squaring his shoulders and imagining himself under your gaze.

"We want to take care of you, baby."

And this is where you should have told them to fuck off and forget the way to your apartment, change the locks, and give San his toothbrush back. But whether it was the soft and somehow loving look of San's cat eyes paired with deep, sweet dimples or Wooyoung's gentle hands that started to knead your shoulders again in a languidly seductive way, you nodded affirmatively.

They were right; you were all practically living together. The amount of their stuff in your flat was unreal—the T-shirts you slept in, the perfume bottles left everywhere, study notes, games, pajamas and scarves, Wooyoung's luxurious leather jackets, and San's books—you could start a collection, but their stuff was just as much yours. It was also the constant cause of your and Suho's fights; he was always jealous of you and them, completely unaware of the dynamic between the three of you. They'd been glued to your thigh for years, and the fact that you had a boyfriend wouldn't change that. Narrow-minded prick.

"I think you're right. Let's give it a go."

"My little darling." San gave a dazzling smile, showing off his dimples even more, and pressed your hand to his lips. God, Choi San was a real menace. It was hard to believe that this pretty cat in front of you was none other than the one who was caught many times having rough sex in the middle of the university library. Once, he was even caught in a threesome, but you didn't want to point the finger at Wooyoung for putting him up to it.

"Yeah, that's our girl." Wooyoung pressed his lips to your cheek once more, salivating as much as he could along the way.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You squealed, wiping the drool from your cheek in disgust, but Woo was already happily scurrying into the living room, laughing loudly.

"We'll look after you, chagi."

That was San's last sentence before he ran his tongue over your hand, licked his fingers like a cat, and ran after Woo with an evil giggle.

"Choi San, come back at once!"

You are going to have so much fun here. Too much fun for your own good.

"Mmm… Peach, you are already awake." The soft touch of plump lips on your shoulder means that Wooyoung has woken up and wants to have your full attention.

"It has been some time. But I don't want to go anywhere. How are you feeling? Last night, when we came home, you and San were really drunk.

Wooyoung hugs you even tighter, nestling his face between your shoulder blades and taking a deep breath of your scent. Your skin is tickled by the tips of his long hair. A light touch on your lower back sends a jolt up your spine, making you arch slightly in his arms. Wooyoung is always like this; his defiant and needy attitude shouldn't be anything unusual for you, so you should stop reacting to him like this.

"Thank you for looking after us, peach. You're always so nice. Sannie and I don't deserve you." He kisses your neck. This time the touch lingers a little longer, and a feeling of excitement rises in your chest. "We haven't caused you any trouble, have we, little girl?" He purrs as he rubs his nose up against your shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how San's habits have become Wooyoung's habits, and vice versa. Now you have to put up with all that twin feline energy.

You turn to face him, and even after a night of sleeping with his hair tousled and without his usual cheeky grin, Wooyoung still looks pretty damn good. He's comfortable, a little sleepy, but no less seductive than he ever was. Woo has always had this sensual aura about him. Underneath the overt sexuality and the bitchy attitude, there was something else—something dark and seductive. You want to kiss him right now, so badly. Your hand runs through his silky hair, letting it fall in soft waves on either side of his face. Dark strands that are long enough to be pulled through easily. The world's handsomest boy.

It's all too easy to fall in love with him.

He kisses your palm playfully and pokes his nose into it like a cat hungry for affection, and you don't mind his purring with pleasure.

You wonder what he's going to sound like when he cums, God, you need to help yourself.

"Let me think." You run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. It's a deceptively gentle gesture before you pull hard on the roots of his hair, causing him to cry out in surprise.

"Oh, babe, why?" He purses his lips in offense, hoping you'll fall for his cute look. But you've known Wooyoung for years, and judging by the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Firstly, you robbed me of my chance for great sex with your whining and dragging me home. Secondly, you behaved horribly when I tried to persuade you to take a shower and you kept me awake until the morning by clinging to me and fidgeting on the bed. Today I demand the royal treatment because you really messed up last night. This was not part of my plan for the prom at all."

Woo smiles back wickedly, practically baring his teeth in a wolfish grin.

"Peaches, are you really such a needy girl? Well, what are we going to do about it? San and I will have to do our best to make it up to you." He suddenly turns you over so that you are lying on your back, sandwiched between the mattress and his lithe body. Wooyoung is hovering over you, his hair falling all over your face, and you can't help but notice how sexy he looks in this position, which is annoying the hell out of you. He doesn't even have to try very hard to send you over the edge.

Strong hands are resting on the sides of your head, letting you enjoy the sight of the seductively bulging veins that run down his forearms. Fuck, you've always had a weakness for his hands, and who wouldn't when they look like this? Woo leans his head towards you until your noses touch, like a predator cornering his prey.

"Baby, I have my doubts that you'll be satisfied with anyone, so don't sulk. And you know Sannie and I will have to approve of someone running their fingers down your knickers." He smiles broadly at you, clearly enjoying your annoyance when you roll your eyes at him.

"Jung Wooyoung, stop it!" Your hand leaves an angry red mark on the bare skin of his chest, and he grunts. It will take all the patience in the world not to beat him to death or kiss him. "I swear I'll wash your mouth out with soap someday." Or maybe you'll lick him from the inside out. "And stop sticking your pretty little nose where you shouldn't. You don't have to worry about who I'm gonna fuck."

"So what if it bothers me? What are you going to do with it, Peach?" He bites his lips in anticipation and raises an eyebrow in expectation, as if he were challenging you to go on.

The way that smug look is on his face makes you feel a little pissed off. You get a little cocky and decide to use the same tactic he did. Wrapping your hands around his face, you're pulling him even closer, resting him on your forearms and your lips nearly touch. He has siren eyes that are deep and mesmerising, and the intensity of his gaze causes your cheeks to flush and you to bite down on your lower lip. The gleam in his fox eyes is proof that he is enjoying every second of your little game.

"Seonghwa kisses you like he's fucking your mouth with his tongue, it's fucking heaven and you can do whatever you want with that fact, baby. I would have ridden him like a stallion in front of everyone last night if it wasn't for you and San's drunken arses". You push him off of you, and Wooyoung rolls over to the other side of the bed as you sit up.

There's something in the air, and you feel you've said something wrong, judging by the way Wooyoung's eyes are flashing with an emotion you can't quite describe. It's a weird mix between anger, envy, desire and something else. But whatever it is, it is making your pussy clench in anticipation of it.

Damn, when did you start thinking with what's between your legs instead of your brain?

He stares at you intently, as if he's trying to decide whether he's going to scold you or fuck you senseless. As lust flashes through his languid onyx eyes like a shooting star, fast but unmistakable, and his pink tongue flicks out to wet his swollen lips, Wooyoung knows exactly what he's going to do to you.

You reach out to stroke his shoulder, and just as you expected, his skin is the most delicious shade of caramel. You can't help but want to run your tongue all over it.

Oh, shit. Now would be a good time to remind yourself: He's your best friend.

"Where`s San?" He asks you.

The expression on his face is, for the most part, neutral, with just a slight hint of lust and anticipation. He slowly licks his delicious lips and looks at you with bedroom eyes. You feel the warm moisture building up between your thighs. If he keeps looking at you like that, you're going to make a puddle of lust where you're sitting right now. You squeeze your thighs tighter to keep the liquid from dripping shamefully onto the bed, praying to all the gods that Wooyoung won't notice.

"I don't know. He wasn't in the bed when I woke up."

"Good."

What the hell is 'GOOD'? You need to collect your thoughts and leave this stuffy room, but the way Wooyoung's eyes slide over your body before, and slowly sucking his lower lip tells you there's nowhere to run.

"Come to me, sweetheart; I want you in my arms." He is stroking himself on his thigh, the silk fabric of his pajamas leaving no room for imagination as it outlines the taut muscles of his gorgeous thighs. His legs are spread a little wider to draw your attention to where he wants you now, and you can clearly see the imprint of his thick dick through the fabric. Damn. It's completely hard, and you can't help but notice how big it is.

His actions send signals straight to the nerves that control your cunt. The wet heat is running between your legs and your arousal is increasing. A palpable shiver runs through all body as you squirm and writhe under the intensity of his gaze.

The rational part of you is literally beating in a hysterical frenzy. It's your hope that your stupid brain will realise the full implications of what's happening, and that you'll be able to put a stop to it. Even if the boundaries of your friendship were highly questionable, you were friends. While the evil voice in the back of your head was cheering you on: "C'mon, what's the bad that can happen?"

He was inviting you, and who were you to refuse? Not that you wanted to.

They'd go crazy if San and Wooyoung knew what thoughts and fantasies lived in your head every day. Huh. They had no idea their sweet chagia had such a dark and dirty mind. You take a deep breath.

Screw it.

You slowly crawl across the bed towards him. He watches you with a squinting, predatory look on his face until one of your legs has been thrown across his body and you're almost sitting on top of him. Almost, as your thighs struggle to keep you in that rigid position, but apparently Woo wasn't in the mood, and his broad palms force your hips down so you're sitting all the way in his lap. Before you realise what you're doing, you're pinned against his crotch, his hard cock touching your aching clit as you move against him, demanding physical stimulation. The contact was so good that it sent a shiver down your spine, and you almost moaned at the tiny moment of pleasure it gave you. Damn, it was massive—so thick you started salivating in your mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're up to your neck in shit.

"There you are, starlight, in my hands." His voice, once so high and soft, was now hoarse and deep. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer to him, so that there was hardly any space between the two of you. "Baby girl, are you still upset about Seonghwa?" It's a nickname he rarely uses, and it sends an electric shock through your lower abdomen, triggering a feeling you're not sure you can control right now. He leans in close to you and presses his wet lips against the side of your ear. "Tell me what I can do to stop you being angry with me."

"Kiss me, make me feel good." The evil little voice in the back of your head chimes in with glee. "Blow my brains out until my head feels empty and light." It says.

A whole new sensation takes over. Your body starts to heat up in anticipation of what is to come. Then the room will seem to shrink and the air will fill with a tension and a desire.

"I don't know. You've really pissed me off." You look up at him through your impossibly thick lashes, your lips in a fake pout. You weren't the innocent one; you could have played just as badly as they did. "You'll have to try harder, pretty boy." You let your finger nails run down the length of his neck. Wooyoung tilts his head back to reveal a chin line that could have been carved from the finest marble.

As his hands lazily caress your thighs, lifting your T-shirt higher and higher, your skin burns under his palms. Damn, he's scalding you.

The wetness between your legs is becoming more and more intense as the conversation goes on and on. Your juices seep through the thin lace of your panties, dripping from your pussy, leaving little dark streaks on the silk of his trousers where they touch your thighs. The air between you crackles with tension and desire; you feel yourself sweating; you're so hot and needy; and Wooyoung is no help at all.

His aura is one of dominance, and you swallow in anticipation. A storm is about to break and you don't want to be safe.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do for you, Y/N."

You're done for.

"Then kiss me, stupid boy, make me feel good."

He growls back at you, embracing you on the back of the head and practically forcing your faces together. The palm of his hand clenches possessively on the back of your neck with palpable pain, and the sound that comes out of you is something between a sob and a moan. With the sudden movement, you feel yourself pressing even harder against his dick, and it sends a pleasurable pulse through your clit.

Wooyoung presses his forehead against yours and your lips are just a breath away from each other.

You stare back at him without blinking. His eyes are half closed as he watches you in silence, like a tiger stalking its prey, ready to pounce with its jaws clenched. It is in a low, dangerously calm tone that he speaks. "Are you sure this is what you want to do, baby girl? I'm biting." It's mixed with your sighing and seductive lips, and you can barely make out the words.

"P-please…"

His moan is loud, guttural, and mildly painful, and then…

O MY GOD.

Those soft lips are pressed hard against yours in an urgent, hungry kiss. His mouth is insistent and demanding, his thumb digging into the skin of your neck, turning the touch into a rough grip, and his tongue gliding along the bottom of your lip. Slowly, as he pulls your lips apart, he moves in quickly, and you shudder at the sensual sensation as he runs his tongue over the roof of your mouth and licks your teeth. It should have been dirty and rough, but instead you find yourself moaning with wanton need.

"Wooyoung..." The moan of his name was so desperate, so needy, so full of lust and desire.

"Goddamn, I love it when you say my name."

He kisses you with renewed ferocity, biting your lips almost to the point of bleeding. Wooyoung is too passionate; he licks your mouth with his tongue, and literally shoves it down your throat. He kisses you like he's dying of thirst and you're the only way to make him drink. Spittle runs down your chin, it's wet and dirty, but you can't stop, you don't want to stop. Wooyoung's tongue is practically fucking you in the mouth.

And God, you want more. It feels unreal, too extreme to be a reasonable response to a kiss, the heat between your legs, your clit throbbing with need, your nerves on fire.

Wooyoung lets go of you for a moment and you stare at him with your eyes wide open. Your heart is pounding wildly and your breathing is so ragged that you're practically choking to death. Licking away any remnants of the kiss you shared, his wet pink tongue pokes out from between his plump lips.

His hand slides down your face, cupping your chin and tilting your head slightly so that your eyes meet his, his gaze clouded with lust as if his fingers were digging deep inside you. You can't say a word as a wicked smile spreads across his sharp, enchanting face.

Now you have a better understanding of all those damsels who are ready to spread their legs at the flick of his fingers.

"Tell me you want more, baby. I have a feeling this apology isn't enough. I need to do more than that. I'm so desperate for forgiveness.

"Don't I need to be forgiven too, Woo? You shouldn't be so greedy. That voice, oh shit.

You turn sharply around and find yourself staring into San's beautiful cat eyes. He's so damn good-looking you swallow a groan. It must be illegal for someone to look this good in normal jeans and a plain black shirt. But San had a body worth dying over.

A real girl's dinner.

What the hell are you going to do now? How long had he stayed there?

"San-ah… how…" You find yourself stuttering. Your mouth dries up and you can't utter a word, but even if you could, your brain can't form coherent thoughts. You can't bring yourself to look away from him, and something deep inside you knows that he will punish you if you try.

"What is it, Gongjunim? Did the cat eat your tongue?" He raises an eyebrow at you, a shit-eating grin playing at the corners of his lips. As if in mockery, his soft, patronising tone of voice slides over your skin. San combines a sensual, gentle nature with a seductive one that makes you feel he's looking for a weakness before pouncing. His fucking duality. One moment he's a little sweetheart, the next he's a lecherous demon who wants to sink his teeth into your throat and devour you. "Come on, Chagia, I promise I won't disappoint you; I'm very good at excuses."

Responding to his sultry purr, your pussy clenches shamefacedly.

The excitement of it all makes your brain feel like mush and sets your skin on fire.

You start squirming in Wooyoung's arms, and now that San's here, you belatedly realise what you've gotten yourself into. Is it time for a change of scenery or something? No, you want to stay. Desperately.

You need them to blow your brains out, to make you dumb and submissive and a pretty little toy for them to play with. Sometimes you have to stop before you cross the line, but where is the line when you're literally sitting on your best friend's hard cock?

Hell, you don't know what you're supposed to do - run or beg - but you clearly know what they want to do to you, judging by Wooyoung's dick twitching between your thighs and San slowly licking his lips as he looks at your bare ass peeking out from under your shirt. His shirt.

There must be some kind of telepathic connection between Wooyoung and San. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, San pulls his T-shirt over his head, tosses it aside and slowly walks over to you. The grin on his face seems to have changed; it has become even darker than before. Hungrier.

And you don't think this is a good time to start drooling. But damn it, you want to lick him from head to toe.

Between the three of you, there's a chaos of emotion and desire. It's mixed with adrenaline and a distant fear of what's going to happen. There has to be an end to this game of predator and prey, and why not do it now? Sighing, you finally give in.

In the morning, you'll consider the consequences.

"Maybe you should kiss me too, San-ah, and I'll start thinking about forgiving.

Hot lips instantly press an open, wet kiss to your shoulder. The bed buckles under the weight of another man's body. San's strong arms are wrapped around your waist and his fingers clench your t-shirt into a fist. He's hot, warm and hard, and you can feel the hardness of his dick through your trousers as he presses down hard against you. His mouth is sucking, biting and licking your skin as if his life depended on it. Sharing an understanding look with Wooyoung, San slides his lips higher up your body.

"Sannie…" Before planting a hot kiss on your neck, you whimper as his teeth sink into your sensitive flesh.

The moan that comes from the back of your throat is so deep that for a moment you wonder if it's coming from you at all.

Pure pleasure shoots through you as you feel Woo's long tongue on the other side of your neck. He lets out the sexiest moan deep in his throat, as if he's having the time of his life, savouring every second of the way his lips explore the nape of your neck. You're distracted. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he pulls the skin between his lips, leaving a purple hickey on the back of your neck.

"Oh, my God, boys."

"That's my darling, Chagia." His voice is sultry and seductive, and you can clearly hear the saturi again, as it tends to do at times when San is in a highly aroused state.

"You're so beautiful, my peach." Wooyoung whispers to you, and you just melt away completely.

You whimper as Woo begins to run his hands up and down your thighs and arse, squeezing and pulling. He mooed softly as you made little circular movements with your hips and rubbed his cock against you. Woo punishes you by slapping your bottom if you cuddle too hard. You'll need to be obedient as they play with you.

The sound fills the room along with the collective moaning of Wooyoung's and San's.

"What a dirty little girl you are. I think you need to be taught how to obey." Woo spanks you a few more times and you wiggle your hips in an impatient way.

It feels so good.

San pulls your t-shirt up to your breasts while all your attention is focused on Wooyoung. Your little thong is completely transparent and does nothing to hide your sex or the excitement building within you. They are practically digging into your needy pussy because of the position you are now in. A chorus of gasps and moans can be heard from your best friends as their eyes focus on that big, wet spot. San's greedy hands press you even closer to his body, so that you can feel his full erection on top of your plump, bare bum.

"You're so fucking wet." Wooyoung hisses. "Like a bitch leaking just thinking about our cocks in your tight little cunt. We'll destroy you, Peach."

Before you realise what's happening, Woo's hands slide down your back, your nipples tensing in the cool open air. The soft fabric of your t-shirt falls to the floor, and suddenly, hot wetness envelops your left nipple and he sucks hard on it, the pressure causing pain that turns to pleasure as his tongue touches the hard bud. Your head immediately falls back onto San's shoulder as you open the soft space of your throat to his insatiable mouth. You let out a long groan, and your hand rests on Wooyoung's head, tugging lightly at the soft lengths of his hair.

You feel like you could explode at any moment, even though they haven't done anything to you yet. You're burning, almost feverish, as the growing fire between your thighs reaches unbearable levels. You can't breathe; your skin is hypersensitive. Your head tilts to the side, and you whimper San's name in the most pathetic intonation possible. His hand slides lower and lower, past your waist and your stomach, to the place where you most want to feel him. It hasn't even come close to touching your pussy yet, but the thought of it is enough to make you squirm with excitement.

His hands move down low enough to touch the skin of your naked legs and up slowly, frantically, until he reaches where you are starting to get aroused. The palm of his hand encircles your pussy in a possessive way, the small mound of flesh lying so perfectly in the palm of his hand. You tremble a little at this, and try to spread your legs wider so that his fingers can rub against the moist slit, so that he can dive in between the warm folds until your pussy spreads out beautifully for him, so that he can rub your clit with ease.

"Mmm… what a wet little thing. I bet my Gongjunim has the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen in my life. Fleshy, shiny, and pink - just the way I like it. He gasps for breath. He puts his hands on your hips and rubs his hard cock against the curve of your ass a couple of times. "Do you feel that, Chagia? No one can make me as hard as you can." On your skin, his breath feels like fire. Hoping for a little more friction, you arch your backside. The gesture reveals a hiss from his side.

San's fingers, one tempting back and forth with a feathery touch, spread the excitement building in your slit beneath the thin material. Your pussy clenches around nothing at all in the most uncomfortable way, and you know that he can feel it.

"Do you like this chagi? Wooyoung's mouth on your full, pretty tits? My fingers on your sweet little snatch?" San's tone is almost mocking. His tongue is licking his lips; his fingers continue to stroke your clothed pussy in a leisurely manner; and he watches intently as Wooyoung literally chokes on your breasts. "We are gonna fuck you until you squeal like the slutty little bitch you are." He growls into your ear, and the sound of it makes you pull on Woo's hair with all your might.

And you always had the impression that Wooyoung's mouth was dirty.

A soft moan slips out of the brunette's swollen lips, which are now wrapped so tightly around your nipple that you're sure they're going to leave a mark on it. As he pulls back with an audible pop, you let out a small sound as you look at his ecstatic face. His eyes are half closed, his eyelids flutter slightly and a beautiful flush of colour has appeared on his cheeks. His plump lips are glistening with the saliva and the service he is giving to your tits.

"Are you feeling good, peach?" He chuckles weakly as he watches you fall apart in San's skilled hands, leaving you as beautiful as ever in his eyes. Woo gives your nipple a hard pinch, only to then let his tongue run over it. The sudden change in sensation causes your head to begin to spin, and you let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"Please… I need… more… Youngiee." You stammer out the words, your voice shaking and your body trembling.

"You look so pretty when you beg. But do you want to know something, сhagi? You'll look even more beautiful with your cunt stretched around my dick. I will ravage your tiny pussy, Gongjunim. I'm going to make you mine." San finally kisses you; though it's hard to call it a kiss, he dives into your lips like a hungry man, sucking them so deeply and passionately, with an insistence that you don't even think you'll ever understand.

His tongue is merciless as he explores every millimeter of the inside of your mouth. This kiss is heavenly, and with every second that passes, you find yourself wanting more, wanting him to spoil you in every way that he can. To have his way with you until you have no more patience. And it is these thoughts that make you wriggle in Wooyoung's arms. You try to rub your thighs together, hoping to relieve the unbearable heat inside you.

"The taste is so damn good."

You can feel Woo squeezing your breasts almost in sync, his warm tongue sliding over the plump flesh once more, licking at the aroused nipples, and his teeth scratching the sensitive skin with the lightest of touches. You savour the lightning bolts of pleasure that the two of them cause to bounce around your body. It's almost painful, but you know you're loving this.

Half gasping, half squealing at the sheer, blunt pressure of San's nimble, kneading fingers finding their way to your labia through the mesh of the thong. Your lower abdomen clenches in a reflexive spasm, and your hands are sticky with sweat as you grasp the wrist of his hand.

"Oh, your pussy is so sensitive, isn't it, Chagia?" San cooed with feigned tenderness, and with a strange sadism, he pressed his middle finger against your cunt, sliding it right over the spot where your clit was, causing your hips to shake. The lubrication of your arousal made it much more effective for him to stimulate you, and he would literally bring you to orgasm with minimal effort. He purred softly as you responded, like a big cat purring, and just when you thought he couldn't fuck with your sanity even more, he turned his head and spat on your lips, a glob of saliva dribbling into your open mouth and you choked out a moan.

It's so rough and dirty, but your body responds the best it can, arching into his arms and pressing your breasts even harder against Wooyoung's face.

The brunette moans in response and lifts his foxy eyes to you. You can see the corner of his lips curl into a smirk before he bites down hard on your nipple. Fuck, your life will never be the same. And they haven't even got around to fucking you properly yet. It's like heaven and hell at the same time.

"I want to hear you whimper, Gongjunim." San's hand grips the back of your neck very tightly, causing you to gasp for breath from the sudden lack of air. Your eyes begin to roll up at the possessive touch of his hand on your throat, and you begin to jerk your hips, your clit pressing against Wooyoung's cock, and he lets out a long, hard moan.

"Please, Sannie." You're breathing out.

"Look at her, San, our girl, slobbering like a brainless slut." Wooyoung wipes the viscous saliva from your parted lips, then pushes his fingers into your mouth with a sharp, deep thrust. For a second you choke and begin to gurgle around the long phalanges.

He hadn't removed the rings yesterday and now the heavy metal makes your tongue feel cold. "Think of the way my dick is fucking your little throat, starlight. Suck it hard." You wheeze and gurgle, your saliva bubbling at the corners of your lips, but you have done exactly as you have been told.

It was rough, it was horrible and it was so wet that it was almost disgusting to watch. But Woo enjoyed it; he literally raped your mouth with his fingers in a sort of sadistic sense. A few thick strands of saliva would stick to your swollen lips as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

"Look at you. Taking my fingers in your mouth like that. Such a good girl."

This whole game has been nothing more than a distraction from the main action. There's a short circuit in your body as a sharp sensation pierces every nerve in your body. San suddenly slaps you hard on your wet pussy, the contact sending sparks of pain and pleasure flying across your skin, and you let out a squeal.

"Oh my God. Oh, my God. I'm going to… I'm going to…" You go over the edge as you feel your juices pouring down your legs, your vaginal muscles contracting, forcing more fluid to pour out of you, the combination of their names coming weakly from your lips as your orgasm washes over your weakened limbs.

"Fuck, Peach is so hot… You're squirting." You belatedly realise that Wooyoung is also cumming as he throws his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling up and his mouth opening in a long, whimpering moan.

You can hardly catch your breath when you feel San rest his chin on your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, whispering in your ear.

"One more gongjunim; give me one more orgasm and then I'll caress you."

"Ah, San." The searing sensation of his fingers roughly pinching your clit through the wet material of your thong causes you to cry out hoarsely in agony. The sound of your wet, sensitive cunt splashing was clear and vivid; the sensation was brutal, but so indescribable you were ready to faint from pleasure.

He's going to tear you apart.

"Cum for me, Chagia. I know you can do it. Sperm for us; make Youngie and me proud of you".

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you swore that your cunt was on fire, your whole body shuddering in electrifying spasms of pleasure that made your toes curl up and your thighs shake. San's hand was still firmly around your throat, holding your head upright as you had your orgasm.

It had shattered you so badly that the fall seemed dramatic, and you went completely limp as the orgasm dissipated, turning you into an inconsolable, whimpering, disorderly mass.

They had blown your brains out.

"There you are, Gongjunim, I got you. You did so well." San muttered, but your mind was too tired to admit it. Amused at how angry and lost you looked, you saw stars as Wooyoung's hand tilted your head to the side in a teasing way to look at your confused face.

"You're no longer angry with us, are you, Peach?"

San removes his hand from your throat and allows Wooyoung to pull your face up to his own. Gentle fingers caress your cheekbones and soft lips wipe away the tears rolling down your cheeks. At one point, you didn't even realise you were crying. It's such a contrast to his previous behaviour; here he is your usual adored Jung Wooyoung, a little clingy, a little annoying and with an unrealistic maternal instinct. Your best friend.

Fuck. Now it is time for you to start crying for the real time. You begin to sob, pushing Wooyoung away from you in a desperate attempt to get out of his arms. You can feel the wetness underneath you and it makes you feel worse and worse. You need to get out of here now. Your behaviour frightens them to death and San's hands are on your body again, squeezing your shoulders gently.

"Stop, stop for a second, Y/N. It's all right, Chagia. We have you."

You freeze at the sound of your name, like a deer caught in the headlights.

In anticipation of his next move, your whole body tenses like a string. Wooyoung's fingers intertwine with yours. It's a familiar gesture, so familiar to you, so ordinary, so perfected over the years of your friendship. San lets you go when he realises you're not going anywhere, and his face comes to rest next to Wooyoung's as you look at him.

He's handsome, too, to the point of madness, and trembles at the knees. His cheeks are flushed. There's still a lingering gleam of lust and excitement in his eyes, but with a touch of strange emotion. His plush lips are soft and swollen from all the kissing, and his body glistens with sweat. And the reason he looks like that is because of you. You look at Wooyoung and see that he looks exactly the same, but the emotion in his eyes is more obvious than ever.

You want to crawl off his lap and cower in shame in the corner of the room so you don't have to look at all that tenderness and loveliness in his foxy eyes. You can handle his cheeky, flirtatious backside with ease, but this kind of Wooyoung is new territory for you.

"We… shit. This shouldn't have happened. This is the first rational thought to come out of your mouth all day. And you should have said it a lot sooner, before your two best friends made you cum twice with a squirting orgasm.

"Chagia, I think there's something we need to talk about, but first let's get you back to your normal self."

You don't argue; just nod and realize that San is absolutely right. You look like a complete mess, covered in saliva and lubricant. You can feel Wooyoung's cum seeping through the fabric of his pajama bottoms and drying on the inside of your thigh.

You look fucked.

"Yes, I think we have a lot to talk about."

It sounds terribly stupid, but what else can you say? Can we forget it? Or can we fuck again?

All your years of sexual longing for them have turned into a resounding slap in your face.

"Go take a bath, Peach, and we'll talk. San and I will take care of the rest."

For some reason, this sentence gave you a vague feeling of déjà vu. But you pushed the thought out of your head as quickly as it had come.

"Okay."

You finally slide off Wooyoung's lap, ignoring their stares at your almost naked body, there's no point in covering up or acting like a shy maiden, San's fingertips were rubbing your pussy just five minutes ago, bringing you to some kind of crazy orgasm, and the entire lower half of Woo's body is drenched in your secretions. If you've ever wanted to imagine how your friendship would turn out, this is it.

You trudge to the bathroom on your tired legs, pulling off your disgustingly wet thong on the way and throwing it on the floor. You turn on the light, turn on the tap and the whole room is immediately filled with the warm steam of hot water. Outside the door you can hear the muffled voices of the boys, who seem to be having some sort of heated argument, judging by San's irritated moaning and Wooyoung's loud whining.

You don't want to go into details; you still have time to destroy yourself. Your eyes catch sight of your reflection in the mirror. Tomorrow has come much earlier for you, if the fucked-up look on your face is any indication. Dishevelled hair, hickey marks, bruises and swollen lips from biting. What a beautiful morning after graduation!

"Wooyoung, you should have waited for me." San's voice is much louder now.

"As if I'm the only one who fucked her. Don't try to tell me it's all my fault."

You still don't want to join the conversation.

A pink, glistening puddle of something that smells like candy spreads across the bathtub. Thanks to Mingi, you have a whole collection of these colourful bombs. He's always had a soft spot for all things cute and charming, and he's taken every opportunity to spoil you to death with them.

With a tired sigh, you take another look at yourself in the mirror. So, Peach, are you ready for the consequences?

Turning away from your reflection, you lock the door with a click.

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sanspuppet · 4 months

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Oh my god, if you could please do line 7 and 13 for Hongjoong with shibari I’ll literally love you forever 🥹💕

(Please of course only do it if you’re comfortable! If you’re not, then just whatever your creative side comes up with will be great. I’ll gobble it up regardless 😙)

Thank you for all you do and your amazing work! 💕💕

7_ “God, you look amazing like this”

13_ “Since when do friends do things like this?”

W/T: friends to lovers, jealous Hongjoong, shibari, unprotected sex

• HII here you go babe, i hope you like it :3 although it’s my first time writing about shibari, i really enjoyed writing it!

- not proofread cuz im about to pass out from tiredness :/

Finally it’s Hongjoong’s birthday, and though he hasn’t planned a big party, he invited you at his place, wanting to spend more time with you: the girl who’s secretly obsessed with. Hongjoong just finds anything you do attractive and caring, he can’t stop thinking of you and how cute you always appear. This surely involves that he’s genuinely jealous of you, and seeing you with another guy immediately ruins his mood for the entire day.

You greet him, giving him a tight hug when you enter his apartment. Hongjoong shyly smiles back, taking the present you gave him in his hands and placing it on the table. Even though you are classmates, you don’t talk often but you still think he’s a nice guy. After a good hour of random conversations between you two, Hongjoong heads finally towards the kitchen to take his birthday cake. It’s when he turns back with it, ready to blow the candles, that you receive a text. You can’t help but check your phone when you notice that it’s Mingi who’s searching for you: he asked you out, and go with him to watch the new film that has been released at the cinema.

“Oh my god” you murmur, bringing your hand over your mouth. Despite your excitement, Hongjoong’s smile printed on his face quickly disappears as he notices you’re not giving attention to him anymore.

“What” he huffs, looking at your phone as he could know what got your attention.

You stutter, unsure if you should accept Mingi’s proposal or just stay there with Hongjoong, despite you’d feel guilty… the new film seems too good, without counting Mingi’s presence that always makes your legs dizzy when you’re in front of him.

“Uhm… Joong, i think i should go now… i forgot that i have to meet with Mingi later…” you mewl shyly, something in his stare scared you.

“You’re not going anywhere, i want you to stay here with me” He affirms, his cold eyes locked on yours.

“But- but i seriously need to go Hongjoong” you’re about to stand up, when he positions himself in front of you, his tight grip on your wrist making it almost hurt.

“I said, you’re not leaving.” he continues, his face a few inches away from yours, shivers of fear running down your spine from his intimidating stare.

“You can’t do anything to keep me here!” you bicker “not even if you’d tie me up” your body is immobilized as you see a smirk diving onto his mouth. He chuckles cockily.

“Wanna try? We’ll se if you can escape.”

Even though you didn’t exactly figured out the idea, your pride suddenly speak for themselves: “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” your reply got once again Hongjoong giggling.

“Actually, i do wanna” He smirks, his hands quickly moving on your waist, grabbing it harshly as he pushes you towards his bedroom. “Gonna tie you all up, so you’re not gonna see that fuck boy” Hongjoong throws you onto his bed, giving you a cold stare as he wants to make sure you’re not going to move. Your mouth hangs open when you see him taking a long pair of strings from his wardrobe, making you gulp as he approaches you while starting to knot them.

“Strip.” he stares down at you, enjoying the view of having your pretty face right in front of his hardening member. Your breath stops as you hear him, asking to yourself if you just misheard.

“I said fucking strip, you better do.”

You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed as you stare up at him. But as soon as he wraps his hand around your throat, raising your chin to force you to look right at his hooded eyes, you start unzipping your jeans.

“Good girl. Keep acting well and the knots will might not hurt.” he starts to tie your body with the strings, the knots positioned accurately to accentuate your curves. Once he helps you hiking up your top, Hongjoong can’t take his eyes off of your tits, perfectly sized, he can’t help but give them the proper attention by using the strings to help them pop out of your chest. He does a few steps backwards, admiring your body like it was a piece of art, his piece of art.

“God, you look amazing like this.” he approaches you again, pushing you onto the mattress, making you arch your back as your arms are tied behind it. “All naked and ready to be fucked.” Hongjoong chuckles in the crook of your neck, his hand squeezing your breast. He gets closer to your ear, whispering: “Tell me baby, can you still escape from me?” he pulls back, his thighs on either your sides, smirking at you while teasing you by pulling the strings. “Fuck- no, no…” you murmur, breathing heavily.

“I could manhandle you right now and bury my hard cock inside you, you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?” he provokes you.

“No…” you look at him through your eyelashes, a strange tension inside your stomach gets you the urge for him to touch you. “Please, do it Joong.”

“Oh? Since when do friends do things like this?” He genuinely seems enjoying himself on top of you, while you’re desperately begging for him.

“Gosh, fuck it. I want you now…” you whine, arching more intensely your back from desperation.

“Don’t you tryna ask me to stop, later then.” Hongjoong doesn’t wait any longer before removing his clothes off of his body till you can see his hard dick standing straight on top of you.

“Be a good girl and take it, i know you can” he unties the knot that keeps your legs together, spreading them right after to make room for himself. He gives you a smirk before pushing decisively his length into your soaking, needy cunt. He releases a pleased sigh, smiling with eyes closed, tongue sticking out as he feels your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck! So deep- oh god” you moan, hiccuping because of the overwhelming pleasure his cocks is making you feel. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he helplessly starts to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot perfectly at every thrust, giving them a blissing effect. The bedroom is filled with your moans and his grunts, mixed with the icky and squelching sounds your pumped pussy is making. His girth is slamming against your thigh gap, stuffing your hole like it was his only life purpose.

“Fuck, you’re just as perfect as i always dreamed- taking my dick so well, you like it, don’t you?” Hongjoong holds tightly at the string that crosses over your stomach, while the effort he puts into his fast movements are driving your mind blurry. You barely can elaborate any coherent thought, body and mind full with his cock, and you’d surely not even complain about that, fuck if it felt amazing.

“Yes-! i l-love it” you moan back, your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching your stomach.

“Gonna cum, don’t you? fuck i’m close too.” Hongjoong groans, his thrusts becoming faster but also sloppier. He squeezes his eyes and bites his lips, still can’t believe that he’s finally fucking the girl of his dreams.

“Fuck yeah! Keep going!” you yell out from pleasure, buring your back into the mattress, the fact that you can’t move is torturing you yet you think it’s so damn hot. You both are a moaning mess once you reach your high, when you feel wet ropes shooting inside your body you bite your lower lip, loving the idea of being stuffed full of his cum.

Hongjoong’s body falls on yours after the exhausting stimulation, his face resting on your soft breast, inhaling deeply the air as he tries to catch his breath again. He cards his fingers through your sweaty hair once he looks up at you again, you try to smile with all the energy that’s remaining in your body.

“Hongjoong, i’ll never try to leave you again, i promise”

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destiny-fics · 2 years

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I gotta, I have too. I have more thoughts.

Who in Ateez & SKZ do you think would be into shotgunning & how would they do it?

I know we've already talked about Hongjoong, wooyoung & bang chan but I'm sure there are other members we haven't thought about.

Oooo I hope you know how happy seeing this ask in my inbox made me. Like seriously, I've been wanting to talk about this for a hot minute.

So, for Ateez, we've already got Hongjoong and Woo. But let me propose to you: Yunho and Yeosang.

Yunho's a vaper. I have absolutely no basis for this, like literally none, but I feel like if he was going to, he'd vape. I feel like he likes sweeter flavours. And you're so sweet to him, so the combination of your sweetness and whatever sweet flavour he's got going on makes his head spin. He probably brought up shotgunning once to you as a mild, lame joke, but when he saw the way you practically shut down at the idea he definitely had to try it. He's probably really sweet when he does it bc I'm so soft for boyfriend Yunho you're on his lap, one of his hands on your hips to keep you balanced and he definitely gives you little sweet kisses in between each exhale of smoke into your mouth. Sometimes you have sex during, sometimes you don't. But you always end up making out, the vape long forgotten.

Now for Yeosang. Idk if this is going to be unpopular or not and perhaps this is pure self indulgence, but like, I'm doing it anyway. Shotgunning. With. Yeosang. Imagine it for me please.

I'm not entirely sure what he'd smoke, I really don't know, but whatever it is it's always going to be better when the smoke is passed from Yeosang's mouth to yours. I feel like he'd be a bit embarrassed about doing it at first, or even suggesting it. But as soon as he sees that you're down and into it, there's no stopping him. He's gonna be addicted to the way you look and feel while he exhales into your mouth. I feel like he'd do it while having sex too. Like you're riding him and he presses you even closer so he can blow some smoke into your mouth? I think I just died at the mental image

Also like, you can't tell me he wouldn't like being on the recieving end of it either.

As for Stray Kids.

I have six words.

Han Jisung, Lee Minho, Yang Jeongin.

I cannot think shotgunning without thinking about these three.

Especially Jisung. Man has that stoner frat boy energy on lock and I am going to use that to my advantage.

He's definitely the type to shotgun a blunt. Sure you could just pass it between the two of you, but where's the fun in that? Nah he's gonna be exhaling into your mouth before bringing you into the messiest, most passionate kiss he possibly can. Spit slicked and swollen lips pressed against yours, tongues sliding together, hips bumping against each other. Tell me that doesn't sound like an absolute dream. You can't, because it is definitely a dream. It's giggly and messy and passionate and perfect. And it's so Jisung. Ugh I want that man so badly.

And Minho. I feel like Minho likes to be on the recieving end of it. Idk I have this really clear image of Minho on his knees, chin tilted up by your hand as you exhale the smoke from your cigarette into his mouth. That would be his shit.

And Minho's absolutely fucking you afterwards. No ifs ands or buts about it. The whole thing would drive him insane. And get him incredibly hard.

Now Jeongin, similar to Chan, kind of strikes me as a party vaper.

So maybe you're sat with him somewhere outside while he vapes. Neither of you really wanting to be with all the people, so you're fine with just this. And Jeongin would turn to you to ask if you want to try something. At your nod he'd take a deep hit and then lean down to blow the smoke into your mouth, testing the waters and giving you a soft kiss once he'd finished.

And anyone who walked past the two of you that night would absolutely see you sharing kisses and smoke as you sat there together. And you'd definitely make it a regular occurrence.

This ended up being longer than I anticipated but oh well, I had thoughts and I hope you enjoyed them!

#kpop smut #hard thoughts with rose #rose's mailbox 📬#stray kids smut #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #stray kids hard hours #kpop hard hours #jeong yunho smut #kang yeosang smut #han jisung smut #lee know smut #yang jeongin smut

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dees-writing-corner · 2 years

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w.b. extras - the plan

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"That's it, I've had enough of those two."

Storming into the living room, Wooyoung plopped himself in between Yeosang and San on the couch, throwing his head back and releasing a sigh.

"What happened this time?"

Seonghwa came out of the kitchen, taking a seat on the armchair, curious as to what got Wooyoung so riled up.

"I was just over at Y/N's because she was redecorating and needed help with moving things. So, I got there, and Mingi was just sitting on her couch scrolling through his phone. We took a break after moving some of the furniture around, and so we started talking. Halfway through, Mingi looked up at Y/N and just went, 'I need your help with a date.'"

This caused the others to look at each other, confused,

"He asked Y/N to plan his date?" San question.

"Yeah, and I was just sitting there thinking what the hell when Y/N actually started to help. Now," Wooyoung sat forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I have something in mind. But I have to get the others here first."

-time skip-

"Wooyoung, why have you called us here?"

Hongjoong looked around the room before one of them was missing, "And why isn't Mingi here? Or Y/N?"

Jongho, after hearing this, looked up at Wooyoung as he grinned.

"No."

Wooyoung's grin grew, "No, what, dear roommate of mine."

"We are not going to go through with that plan. It's horrible."

The rest looked back and forth between them.

"Horrible? It's genius! How could -"

"If we actually go through with it, we could put a wedge in their relationship!"

"Okay! Kids!" Clapping his hands together, Hongjoong brought everyone's attention to him, "Do you two wanna share with the rest of the class? Because we have no clue what you're talking about right now."

"Wooyoung. You do it."

Glaring, Wooyoung stood in the middle of the living room.

"We all know that Mingi and Y/N are head over heels for each other, right? " Seeing the others nod, Wooyoung carried on, "And that they're trying to push it aside? So, I thought of a plan. Actually, I did that a couple of months ago. Anyways, I thought we could try and make them realise how much they mean to each other and then they'd confess their undying love or something."

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest, intrigued.

"Well, my dear friend, this is where Yeosang comes in -"

"And also, the crazy part."

Jongho cut in from his seat.

"What?"

Yeosang was confused as to why he was a part of the plan.

"Well, you're like the closest person to Y/N. A part from Hongjoong. But he's like a brother to her so it won't work. And I was thinking that seeing as Mingi is dating around, maybe Y/N could do the same. But with someone he's close to so that he can realise how much he loves her."

"Wait a second. Wooyoung. Are you proposing that Yeosang asks Y/N out?"

Nodding, Wooyoung grinned at Yunho, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. And Y/N would say yes as well."

"Wooyoung, I'm not doing that."

Sighing, Wooyoung thought over some things.

"Okay, how about this? We keep this plan in the back of our minds and just wait until after Mingi's cousin's wedding. That is next month. Mingi's gonna ask Y/N to go with him because he told his parents that he'd bring his girlfriend with him. Who knows? Maybe they'd get together during the wedding or something."

The guys just stared at each other before slowly nodding.

"Okay. For now." Hongjoong pointed at Wooyoung. "You. Stop thinking of any more plans. They're horrible. And we'll, for the next month, think of a better plan. Because, honestly, I'm tired of seeing Y/N push her feelings aside."

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snwusberry · 5 months

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warning(s): one mention of death, talks of gambling, language (ig??) papa jun (not a warning but yeah)

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THIS IS FICTION AND DOESN'T DEPICT THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IRL

san's point of view

"so beomgyu trusted you to get the engagement ring and you decided to gamble it away?" yeosang asks me judgmentally while i pace back and forth in front of the 6 men.

"yes."

"YOU GAMBLED AWAY MY SISTER'S RING??"

i nod.

"just one question; why?" hongjoong asks with a defeated sigh.

"i was drunk!l, i don't know! i won a good majority of rounds so i felt unstoppable."

"and stopped you were, my friend." seonghwa laughs into his glass of water, taking a sip.

"yeah you were so greatly humbled." wooyoung comments.

"i need to get it back somehow..."

"and how would you do that?"

"i don't know. beomgyu hasn't spoken to me in 2 days, i NEED to fix this."

"buy a new ring." yunho suggests and while some of them do agree...

"can't do that." yeosang says, making everyone look at him. silence falling on everyone.

"wait, why?" seonghwa asks and yeosang smiles. THE MOTHERFUCKER SMILES!!

"because when he asked permission to propose from my parents, they gave him a ring which was my grandmother on my mother's side's ring. he went and got it customized, or modernized or whatever, at their go ahead."

"bro you gambled away a family heirloom??" wooyoung shouts.

"yeah let everyone know."

i do not need him to add insult to injury like this, i'm already stressed the fuck out.

"well i will help you look for it. especially because the poor boy feels guilty for losing it even though his only fault was trusting you." yeosang says.

"are you trying to make me feel guiltier?"

"is it working?" yeosang sarcastically asks and i roll my eyes.

asshole.

beomgyu sits across from me as i anxiously clear my throat, taking a sip from my cup.

"so... you come here often?" he raises an eyebrow and i cough immediately taking another sip. "look i feel terrible about what i did."

"as you should." he bluntly tells me, not sparing me a glance. now i know my brother and this man right here is not it. "and anyway, how will that bring the ring back?"

"i'll go through every corner of las vagas so i can find him."

"and if he's not in the city?" he questions.

"then i'll search the country."

"if he fled?"

"i'll scour around."

"and what if he's dead?" i almost choke at his question.

"okay beomgyu you're doing too much now." he rolls his eyes and tries to stand up and i stop him.

"i'll do anything, everything to get your ring back. everything."

"just leave it. i'll save up for another ring and hopefully i can propose to her by next christmas." he tells me, leaving me in the café alone.

this is gonna be tough.

yeonjun's point of view

BEING A FATHER IS NOT AS EASY!!

i smile at the little girl in my arms as she mumbles absolute nonsense. her eyes are wide open, darting around the room looking at everything that surrounds her.

she's a bit more fussy being away from home but she's still a well behaved girl.

hayoon is somewhere around the house, most likely hanging out with miyoung and kaya. they've all been super close since they met, kaya being a new addition to their little alliance against us.

i look back at my daughter who's still mumbling and i coo at her cuteness.

i hum, closing my eyes and enjoying the gorgeous peace with my baby.

"papa jun!!"

spoke too damn soon.

my eyes snap open and i see taehyun make his way towards me.

"what do you waaannnnt?" i whine at his sudden appearance, finding him annoying all of a sudden.

"relax, i'm not here for you. i came to see my sister." he says.

"well i don't know where she is." i respond, closing my eyes again.

"TAEEEE!!"

for fucks sake.

"funny, we were just talking about you." i sarcastically remark and she sticks her tongue out.

"y'all just be gossiping." she remarks moving closer to coo at minji. "your father just be gossiping about me minnie."

"yeosang is going to vagas." taehyun announces and kaya stands up straight, sharply turning to him at the announcement.

"yeosang is going to vagas?" she asks.

"who's going to vagas?" soobin asks, appearing out of literally nowhere.

"yeosang is going to vagas bro."

"why you is he going to vagss though?" soobin questions further.

"oh my God." i pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I HEARD THE WORD VAGAS FIVE FUCKING TIMES IN LESS THAN A MINUTE!!"

yeah that's san.

"what's his deal?" kaya asks and taehyun shrugs.

"nothing is his deal. are you looking for beomgyu?" soobin interrupts and kaya just shakes her head.

"tae is here... for?"

"you. we're having lunch with mom amd dad remember?"

"of course i do."

he scans her up and down, looking at her outfit which is white mikey mouse shorts and a white tank top.

"judging by the attire you are sporting-" i remark but my head is pushed back.

"i was waiting for taehyun to get here before i go change. bye."

she runs up the stairs.

"so what are we watching?" soobin asks, throwing himself on the couch.

man i just wanted to spend some time with my daughter.

sorry about the late update, today was mad busy

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hongjoongland · 1 year

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~ 🏵️ COMFORT. PLACE~ |K. HJ. FLUFF|¬

genre:fluff&cinginess

pairing: kim×hongjoong&fem.reader××

warnings: none...just a lot fluff that'll melt ur heart<3

A/n: This is my first fiction. Hope you'll like that. This one is for those days when you dont feel most confident and happy... Love y'all<3*

A song:

I don't know what happened to me... just a few hours ago i was so happy and was dancing around the house but after seeing on tiktok those girl that look so beautiful it made me feel so sad...

I tought about it that much that my anxiety kicked in and the only thing that i needed to do was to cry. I cried my eyes out. I felt so... Empty so worthless i just felt like nothing. So i stoop up from the sofa and went to our room. And by our room i meant I have a fiancé. And he proposed to me like 2 months ago but thats another story. He is a producer and a songwriter. He also has a group that he produces and makes song with. He usually comes home latelly. Really overworked and sleepy. But altrough he is tired he always gives me attention. Always stays up with me to watch film together or smth. He never misses our anniversary NEVER. Hes the most caring boyfriend i've ever had. Im so thankful for him. He always made me feel so safe a d comfortable. Hes my comfort place.

Time passed by and i was showering because i felt like shit and i felt the need to wash my self up but uselessly i kept feeling the same way. I started to cry while i was showering. I stepped out of shower and dried myself up. I stood infront of a big mirror that we have in bathroom (dont ask me why is there a big ass mirror in a bathroom thx<3) and look in it. i was looking at all my inperfecions and those bad spots on my body. I was fat, have alot of strech mark all over my tights and on my belly, arms. Plus there is a lot of hair everywhere...

"I hate myself" as i started tearing up again. I started to dress up and then I went downstairs to find some kind of food that I'll be eating to cushion the pain.

It was really late and I was just watching some shows on Netflix when I heard someone opening the front door and it was my fiancé. He came in all sleepy with no signs of life. I guess it was a hard day for him too. But he immadientally changed his mood when he saw you laying on the couch. He was all happy and he just went straight into ur arms.

"Hi baby, how was ur day?" I asked him . He was laying now comfortably in ur arms breathing ur scent " hmmm could be better. It was hard day but now I'm happy that I see you and that I'm with you." he said calmly. "what about you hun?" " Well..." you said as you breathed out heavily. "Something didn't went right. Right?" He looked in ur eyes like he already knew the truth. He knows you very well. "Well... hongjoong you know me very well..and I gotta ask you one thing. Do you really think I'm pretty ?" You said unsurelly cause you knew that he will get mad, and thats not good thing. " Babe how many times do I have to tell you this? If ur not gonna get it then I'm gonna repeat myself on and on again. YOU.ARE.SO.DAMN.BEAUTIFUL.! No one is more beautiful like you no one. If I got a challenge where they ask me to choose between you or other women I would always choose YOU ! BECAUSE I LOVE ONLY YOU . babe don't go on any diet or anything because I can't imagine a kilogram of you body going away. I love your body I love your stretch marks I love all your perfect imperfections. You're my aphrodite. You're just as goddess as her. that's the only woman I can compare you to. Don't ever think about your body in this way, because people don't actually understand how much beautiful are you. Okay? And if it's not gonna work on you either...then imma have to punish you.This is your last warning "

"okay captain. Thank you for being here with me. What did I do in my past life to deserve you. I think I was Jesus " at this statement both of you were laughing. " Now my beautiful Rose, I think we should go to sleep it's very late" He said as he kissed your head and then your nose and as he slowly got up he kissed your hand and lift you up in bridal style to carries you to yall shared bed to sleep.

The rest of the night he was making sure he held you really close to him. He is really your ❤️comfort place💞

A/N: thank you for reading I Hope you enjoyed. And don't forget to love yourself❤️ Also Im taking any recommendations. So if you got something help me out please. 🙏 XOXO❤️

#hongjoong fluff #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #fluffateez #ateez fluff #ateez ff #boyfriendhj #Spotify

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im thinking about how much i want to call yeosang baby boy. so, who in ateez would you want to call you babylove (personally gn) or baby girl/boy, and who would you want to call, your babyboy? like thinking bout cupping yeo's face and running my finger through his hair, kissing him while calling him baby boy.🥺 or waking up in yunho's arms while he showers you with kisses calling you babylove.🤭 and jongho can go either way, wanna baby him, but still want him to hug you and call you babylove.

Answering this ask at light speed compared to normal bc I love this 😩 I love that you're thinking about Yeosang btw. I always am.

spoiler alert I am the biggest sucker for being called pet names so I would almost always prefer to be the one being called them but I will try to be objective here skfjs;dfs

Hongjoong: I know this is probably not a common opinion but I personally don't think Hongjoong would use babylove/babygirl/boy. I feel like he would find those to be a little bit much for him. Nose scrunched up, judgment written all over his face. You know the look. He probably would stick to babe/baby. Those don't make him cringe to say (even tho the other names aren't cringe he's just a lil ridiculous but it's ok we love him). I think he wouldn't mind as much if you called him babylove though. It might embarrass him if it's in front of other people, but hit him with that name when he's sleepy and he's a puddle. "Babylove, stay in bed a bit longer. I'll get us breakfast." Melted. Smitten. Gonna propose over pastries.

Seonghwa: Seonghwa will call you every pet name under the sun are you kidding me :( and who wouldn't miss a heartbeat or two in response :( "Babylove, you have to eat well today, okay?" "I love you so much, babygirl/boy/love." Always with the most sincere eyes and a kiss to your forehead. I think he would think it's cute if you call him the names too, but he much prefers to use them on you. He looooves to make you feel adored and special. His favorite thing ever is knowing you feel good with him. He's selfless that way. He would make sure to give you lots of affection when you use them on him though. He wants you to know he appreciates it.

Yunho: Oh my god, BOTH. Yunho calling you babylove/babygirl/boy with those puppy eyes that are just glittering with love for you absolutely goodbye. He'd probably use them a lot when he's begging for something :( And just in general tbh. Like he probably sticks to the more generic pet names around other people but when you're at home, all bets are off. "Y/n~ What do you want to eat tonight, babygirl/boy/love?" Overuses the hell out of them when he wants to make extra sure you know how much he loves you. Probably even uses them when he's not quite conscious. Pulling you closer to him in his sleep. "Come here, babylove." I'M SAD!!!! He would also use baby girl/boy a lot in not so fluffy ways but you didn't hear that from me. Anyways. You’d also want to call him babyboy because he is the sweetest, best babyboy in the entire world :( He would blushhhh bright red and have that big smile we all love on his face. Probably play fight with you because it makes him feel shy even though he loves it. He prefers the balance to weigh more towards him using the names, but he is never going to mind you using them.

Yeosang: I think you'd get more babygirl/boy/love out of Yeosang than you'd give back to him. I think the times you'd call him babyboy would be very specific whereas he would be a little more free with it. I still don't think he'd use it all the time like some of the others, but it would be just often enough for you to get butterflies when he uses it. You'd know he was particularly invested in you/his feelings in those moments. I think he'd use it the most when he really wants you to open up to him :( Like if he can tell something is bothering you, he'd take your hand and look directly into your eyes with the gentlest, "Babygirl/boy/love, please tell me what's bothering you. I want to help." He would use it absentmindedly sometimes (babygirl/boy/love, can you grab my coat?), but he mostly reserves it for the moments it really matters. I think you would only use it with him if you really wanted to fluster him or in serious moments when he wouldn't have it in him to pretend it bothers him. </3 It's not that he doesn't like it, but he doesn't particularly like to feel cute or small so he has a complicated relationship with the pet name. Geminis amirite i love geminis don’t @ me

San: BOTH. You don’t even have a legal name with San. It’s babygirl/boy/love hours all hours, no exceptions. You haven’t heard your birth name in years. It’s always “Tell me about your day, babylove.” “Did you have a good time with your friends babygirl/boy?” It’s sickening how much he uses it and you still get wobbly knees. But he absolutely loves it when you use the name back. He’ll get so cute, lots of aegyo. Pouting, batting his eyelashes, burying his face in your chest, whatever the context calls for. “Did practice tire you out, babyboy?” The BIGGEST pout and whiny “mhm” you’ve ever heard while he’s clinging to you like a koala. I think he makes more of a show about it when you use the name on him as if he thinks it’s just fun and cute, but he means it with his whole heart when he uses the names on you.

Mingi: Okay, we’re going to veer from the fluff slightly here because I think Mingi is a special case. In every other context except for the bedroom, Mingi is babyboy. He beams when you call him that. Even if he tried to act like he didn’t like it, it wouldn’t work because the big smile on his face would give him away. “Babyboy/love, I’m so proud of you.” He’s floatinggggg. I don’t see him using these names as much with you unless he’s in a specific mode in the bedroom. Like full-send dom Mingi. Soft dom, hard dom, doesn’t matter. He’s not always into power play so even then, you probably don’t hear it often, but when you hear it, you know what’s going on. In everyday life, I see him using babe or baby the most. You’re his babe, he’s your babyboy.

Wooyoung: Brat. Brat brat brat brat brat. Will not let you call him babyboy peacefully. The only time you can get away with it is when he’s feeling particularly soft (and then he’ll be the happiest boy on planet earth oh my god) or when /nsfw alert/ you have managed to make him submit to you in the bedroom. I also see him being more fond of calling you something simple like babe, but he’s more likely to call you babylove/boy/girl than you are to call him that just because he won’t let you do it to him without a fight. He will also use it in a playfully condescending way too lmao i hate him 😭 “Awww, is my baby boy/girl/love cranky because they went to sleep too late even though I told them not to?” Call him babyboy just to irritate him. Do it for ME. 😭

Jongho: I really can’t see Jongho enjoying being called babyboy/love unless it’s in a playful way. It’s not that it bothers him, really. He just feels like it’s not fitting to the way he sees himself so like.. why? He’ll smile if you’re playing when you use it but if you used it often or casually he would probably just be like “…okay.” FJSKDNSK. I can see him using it on you for routine things, if that makes sense. Like every night before bed. “Goodnight, babylove/boy/girl. I love you.” But he doesn’t use it on the fly as much. He probably likes to use your name. It’s more personal, so it must be more meaningful, right? At least that’s how he sees it. And he’s not wrong if we’re being honest.

#ateez #ateez fluff #th: ateez

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ateezinmymind · 2 years

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ateez and their love language

ateez x reader

requested by anon, thank you <3

tag list: @bobateastay @hxneyboy

hongjoong:

words of affirmation

i chose this love language for joongie, because he is constantly working so hard being so creative and making all sorts of pieces- and all and all i just feel and know that he deep down loves to hear you tell him how amazing he’s doing. that his long spent time on projects is worth it and that you’re proud of how much he does.

at the same time- hongjoong also wants to spend more time with you, so he’s going to make sacrifices for you (as you’ll do for him) and he will be keen to know and hear if you’re grateful for him making those changes or adjustments. when you notice good things, say it (often)

seonghwa:

acts of service

i chose this love language for hwa, because we all know he likes to keep things nice, tidy and organized. not only in cleaning but in his overall everyday life. if he came home to you on a late night- to everything settled and dinner warm and waiting for him… i think if hadn’t already proposed to you yet, he would for sure. like it’s so meaningful to seonghwa that you would go out of your own way to please him

and i honestly think he’d like you to leave him a little bit of a mess (maybe clothes in your room or something lmao) to pick up, because he’ll froth at the mouth in a want to clean. so it goes both ways ehhe. he does it for you, and in return you do the same

yunho:

quality time

i chose this love language for yuyu, because deep down he is a giant baby and likes to just be with you (in the flesh- no matter what). like if you’re just chilling on the couch and playing a little game of cards or mario kart- yunho is going to have the most wonderful time. seeing your smile and hearing your laugh is his fuel to keep on going in life no joke

he strives for seeing you everyday, whether it be over the phone or in person.. he has to make sure you’re okay and happy- whether you’ve eaten plenty, etc. really making you inherent it into yourself as well. and please, if you came up to him with a blanket, pillow and stack of movies, yunho’s heart might burst

yeosang:

quality time

i chose this love language for yeo, because i don’t see him as the type of person to be into the other ones. he’s down to earth and would rather you be in his company doing whatever than anything else. yeosang wants you to be interested in what he likes- and basically he’ll eat you up if you suggest one of his favorite things to do.

and please- like imagine working out with him AHHH. seeing an effort in you being with him, and enjoying it- is going to make yeosang the happiest he could be, truly. it’s pretty simple, he just loves being with you- and making you laugh at his hilarious or maybe even mean jokes

san:

physical touch

i chose this love language for sannie, because he has to feel affection in order to take it to heart i think. he loves the simplicity of just touching you and you touching him (non sexual and sexual lol) and it doesn’t take much, it just makes san feel loved and appreciated. like you love him for who he is, and that you’re not afraid to show it

hold his hand when you go out, kiss him whenever you get the opening, snuggle him when you see him down, you know the gist. san is clingy, and it shows. plus it’s hard not to bombard him with hugs when he’s whiny and pouty hehe. if you don’t give him physical contact, he’s gonna think he’s doing something wrong.. and that’s so sad

mingi:

words of affirmation

i chose this love language for mingi, because he needs be protected at all costs. he takes things to heart most of the time and words can hurt the worst. mingi needs to be lifted up and praised, it makes him feel like he’s actually valuable and important to you. when he doesn’t get recognition, or something of the sort- he doesn’t know what to do, and feels like he’s not good enough

it can be small, but it will still take a big part in his self esteem and confidence. you could literally be like, omg mingi i’m so proud of you for putting away that tupperware- and he’s gonna run laps swooned from love. lmao, you know what i mean. be proud of him because he’s amazing

wooyoung:

physical touch

i chose this love language for woo, because it is obvious. he loves the feeling of you close to him, on him, etc. it could be a lil spank or some shit, and it’ll make him feel like ‘yeah they love me so much’ lmao. it really boosts his confidence, making him literally melt inside. and no matter how cocky he can be when you give him kisses, or how long he teases you about it- wooyoung only does it out of love.

he’s just funny like that. he’ll pretend he doesn’t want any of your kisses or touches, and when you go away- he’s gonna immediately find you and tell you he was joking. like wooyoung is a little shit- and annoying, demanding you to be by him. though, when you do give him attention on your own accord- he is going to feel like a warm baby bundled in a blanket

jongho:

quality time

i chose this love language for jongho, because he doesn’t really need or depend on the other ones too much. of course, he loves you giving him praise, showing him affection and all that- but he really takes the time you spend together into his heart most. it makes him feel like he’s entertaining and fun to be around (no matter how outgoing he can be)

please beg him to give you a lil concert, because he’ll hide his smile for an embarrassingly short time- and overflow with joy. jongho loves to be a bit childish at times, and there all kinds of opportunities to do that- and will be felt deep in his heart. he thinks your the bomb dot com, so if you want to hang out with him.. then he literally thinks he won at life

#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez fluff #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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REQUEST COMING~~~

So i see keshi - less of you on the list and im so excited because that song is my shit 😼✊🏻

I choose keshi - less of you and the genre is ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm little fluff with the flashback and angst in present day? (cause i reminiscent the lyrics)

And this guy will be the main character :D

a/n: i think i will cry with the amount of hj requests, he deserves all this love!! here it is bebi and enjoy, this is more on the angst side so- @gwenchwana

👤: ATEEZ Kim Hongjoong

📼: Less Of You - Keshi

genre and warnings: itty bitty fluff at the start, angst throughout, mentions of sex, slight cursing, break up au

word count: 794

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

"Will you be mine?"

Why does it feel like he's proposing to you? Or maybe he is? You don't really know what is happening, all you can register is your mouth forming some words then his lips are on yours. Kissing you passionately as the summer breeze blew on your face, carrying your wishes up to the skies.

You smiled while your fingers skimmed through the album, memories burned in the photos as you looked back during the days when the two of you still love each other to the moon and back.

Now and then, you still think where everything went wrong. You were always giving your best in the relationship, positive that you'll end up spending your entire lifetime with him.

"I miss you so much baby." he whined during your face time while he's on tour.

"I miss you too," you cooed, "don't worry, few more weeks and you'll be back in my arms again."

Since when did he start losing interest in you?

When did you become stagnant that he deemed you not enough for him?

"Let's break up."

His words echoed in your head, putting your hands on your ears to stop the curse, "No, no, please, don't start now." you shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes as you remembered the day he left you, broken and crying.

"I just don't feel it anymore, I'm sorry but I'd rather leave than lead you on."

You're glad that he had some mercy on you, not stringing you on until your feet are on the edge of the cliff. Either way, he still pushed you towards your death, killing the light in your eyes replacing it with trauma.

If you're gonna be honest, you already saw the signs of an impending break-up.

The way he ignores your messages and calls, his usually bright smile not reaching his eyes, everything that he used to do, consciously or unconsciously, gone in the air.

Maybe it's your fault that you never acknowledged all the hints, you clung onto a thin rope that is on the verge of disintegrating, pulling you down in a deep, dark chasm.

You choked back a sob, picking up all the recollections of him with you in the form of memorabilia, fiery crimson despite the raging blues in your heart as you watched years of unification burn into ashes.

This is for the best, you have to move on for your own sake as well.

Regret. Torment. Sorrow.

It's the only thing Hongjoong can feel as he stares at the ceiling, reaching to his side to get his phone, calling you in hopes that you'll pick up this time.

One ring, silence, diverted to voice mail once more.

You blocked him in every part of your life, and he can't take it. He doesn't know why he broke up with you, it was a hasty decision that he made amidst the pressure.

His work taking a toll on him, being in the limelight made his head big, thinking that he'll do well without you. Now he's suffering, his soles back on the land as fear crept up on his back, the image of you being happy with someone else that is not him is pure torture.

He'll find you, whatever it takes, he wants you back in his life because fuck, he doesn't know what to do without you.

He comes home but he was yearning for your voice, your touch, when everything is falling apart he wants you there, picking his segments up and putting it back together.

You're the only justifiable thing in his life, his constant, and he has taken you for granted.

Lady luck on his side, he saw you one night in a bar, having the time of your life as you conversed with a handsome man. All he saw was red when the green monster took over him.

He approached you, dragging you with him and all he knows is that he's selfish. Greedy for wanting to take all of you, but you let him. As much as he's an asshole for doing this, you still love him.

Intertwined bodies and breath mixing together in a cheap motel room, he whispered sweet nothings to you, enjoying your presence.

The next day, he wakes up without you by his side, and he knows that it really is the end.

He got a taste of you once again, he felt complete for a while.

Walking away from him, a piece of his existence in your hands dangling as his sanity slowly drains out.

He cries, the moon and stars served as his audience, life meaningless without his refuge, and every time he thinks of you, he feels a small amount of him in you.

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treasure-hwa · 2 years

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track 5. SOMEONE'S SOMEONE

feat: yeosang x fem reader

release date: february 10th 2022

genre: fluff

word count: 1165

author's note: I'm gonna be honest and say I don't know what I'm doing on this series anymore ksjsksk five more to go! Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated, even if it's only an emoji on the notes :D thanks and enjoy!

All About Luv Day Masterlist

In a world where love was overestimated, the man was tired of waiting and questioning and defending himself about why he was a single 22-year-old man. Most of the people around him had already had at least one love experience, but not him, not in his childhood, not in his teen years and not now, in his early adulthood years.

It bothered him, of course. He wanted to be able to take part in the conversations about relationships properly, however all he had to offer was advice he couldn't know if it truly worked.

— Don't mind him. Our Yeosangie has never even kissed — once, his best friend from seven years cooed, exposing him to the rest of the group.

— Just shut up — Yeosang rolled his eyes and pushed Wooyoung aside, who was laughing.

— Is that true? Not even a peck or something? — the tallest friend, Yunho, asked, chuckling.

— Guys, what's wrong with that, huh? — Hongjoong stepped in and patted Yeosang's back. The man knew the other wouldn't say something nice and he was… — Does that make him less of a man than us? Maybe a little, but that's nothing big!

Right.

— Leave the boy alone — Seonghwa warned, but his tone was much softer than warning. — Yeosang, don't worry about what these losers are talking about. If it helps, everybody has someone for them in this world, like, soulmates, you know? It's just a matter of time for you to meet them.

— It's easy for you to say! — Wooyoung shouted (at this point, everybody was aware of the fact the man didn't know how to speak in a normal tone) — You have a girlfriend who's basically your fiancee after so many years of dating!

Seonghwa smiled dreamily, nodding.

— Yeah, I can't live without her. I should propose soon.

— Woah! You're really doing that?

But there wasn't time for Seonghwa to go into details — again — about how his girlfriend was his soulmate, because the university bell rang, meaning the students should go back to their classes.

On the way, Yeosang's head was immersed in confronting thoughts, it was as if he was having a complete debate between him and himself. Love is overestimated, he repeated once more. What was so nice about exchanging saliva or being too close to another person? He would never understand it. Did he want it though? Well, maybe, but how long until he meets this super special person? And how long could it even last? It could be like Seonghwa's relationship or like Wooyoung's flings. Enough! This super special person, this soulmate everybody has, wasn't real and he was okay with it. Was him? Stop it!

He was determined to forget all about this love topic, and classes on that period required his full attention.

The next week, however, that proved to be a hard task, because she arrived and turned his world upside down in little time. She was the new student in his class and seemed embarrassed while introducing herself and while walking to the free desk beside Yeosang's. The girl bowed quickly to him, but he didn't return the act as he was stunned by her appearance and the way her presence changed the air in the room. Was it his heart beating faster?!

Later, when the teacher gave them a project to work on in pairs, he, trying to be a kind classmate, invited her to be his pair. She accepted and he didn't want to admit, but her thankful smile made his cheeks feel just a little bit warmer.

As strange as it may sound, the warm feeling on his cheeks didn't go away for the whole week, during which the pair had to meet everyday in the library to research for the project. In the middle of writing notes on notebooks and typing pages and pages on an online document, they got to know more about each other: where they were from, why they were studying what they were studying, what they liked and disliked and it went as far as asking about families and setting up a date for a coffee meeting on the next day. The last one happened on Friday after studying, their faces gave out how exhausted they were, but Yeosang swore he could spend another hour just talking to the woman, so they decided on seeing each other once again the next day.

He had never met someone like her, who had so much in common with him, to the point they would laugh about the same things in the same way. Even if they tried, they couldn't hide the fact they were having a crush on each other, especially with the way they would sigh in love every time they thought about each other.

On Saturday afternoon, despite the snow, Yeosang got to the cafeteria before the time, showing how anxious the man was to be meeting the woman outside the university environment.

— Yeosang! I'm here!

She waved and ran to him, smiling, despite being full of white dots over her hair and clothes. His eyes widened as she came closer and he could make out the effects of the cold on her skin.

— Where's your beanie and your scarf?! You can catch a cold! — he took off his own scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

— I know, but I forgot them at home. Thank you for lending me yours though — she unconsciously lowered her face on the scarf to smell it.

— Don't mention it — he smiled small and watched the snow falling from her hair, some getting caught by her eyelashes.

Almost as an instinct, he swiped the sleeve of his sweater on her face gently and caressed the snow out of her hair. As surprising for her as it was, it seemed right at the moment to be so close and for him to be treating her with such care. Through the layers of clothes, both could feel their heartbeat increasing in pace and intensity and there was no more hiding or lying to themselves, they knew the reason for the change.

— Thanks — she whispered and his eyes concentrated on her dry lips, just as hers were concentrated on his gentle and loving eyes.

He nodded slowly, fixing the scarf on her.

— Yeosang.

He hummed, having finished his "job", but she didn't finish her sentence neither did what was going through her mind. Better leave that for when their mouths would be sweetened.

— It's cold, let's go in. I'll buy you coffee.

Without noticing, he took her hand and gasped at how cold it was, rubbing it in his as the woman, giggling, opened the door with her free hand for them.

In a world where love was overestimated, the man was loving and being loved, even if they hadn't fully understood it yet.

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Ateez reaction to you being hurt

notes: I'm feeling angsty today

Seonghwa

He had a hard day, practicing for hours on end for Ateez's 10th year anniversary concert. He wanted to get home and pour his heart out in front of you and just spend time with you. But he came home and you weren't there much to his dismay, but he waited for you. It was raining heavily. He called you again and again but you weren't answering making him anxious and adding to his frustration. Three hours later, the rain still hadn't stopped and he was scared and furious. The bell rang and Seonghwa opened the door. You stood there, completely drenched in the rain. He stepped aside to let you in. You walked inside and got to the living room when he pulled you by your arm to make you face him.

"where the hell were you? And why weren't you answering your damn phone?" he tone was harsh.

"Seonghwa please, not now I-"

"no we need to talk about this now! answer me! Do you know how worried I was? And I was already frustrated to begin with!"

You lowered your head and let the tears spill but it seemed like the rain water was dripping down your face.

He shook you arm to pull you, making you lift your face and roughly pull out of his grasp. That's when he saw the tears.

"I had a bad day too! Okay? My awful coworkers took credit for my project that I worked so hard on! And on top of that I locked the car with the keys, my wallet and phone inside! And I had to walk home because I didn't have any money for a bus or a cab! There! Got your answer!"

Seonghwa's eyes softened at your words and he tried hugging you but you pulled back.

"no I'm not in the mood and I'm drenched"

You went to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom to cry in the shower.

Hongjoong

The track he was working on was almost ready and he wanted you to be the first person to hear it so he called you to invite you over to his studio.

"hey babe what are you doing?"

"nothing much Joong. What's up"

"can you come over in the evening? I want you to listen to my song"

There was a pause from your end.

"hello? Baby can you hear me?"

"ye-ah Joongie. I'm busy these days, I'm so sorry. I'll try to come after the next week."

"no that's okay, you don't need to put your work aside. I'm free today since I finished the song, I'll come over. How does that sound?"

"I'll tell you in a few hours, okay?"

Hongjoong felt something was off so he quickly got done with his files and saved the track and packed up. He drove straight to your apartment and knocked on the door. You didn't expect to see Hongjoong at the door so you hid behind the door after opening it. He eyed you suspiciously.

"are you okay?" he asked, pushing the door slightly to get inside.

"yeah why do you ask?" you spoke nonchalantly, standing in the akimbo pose.

"you're acting... unusual"

"nonsense"

He slid it aside and took you towards your bedroom. He found it unusual how you were walking slowly and stopped.

"you're hurt." he stated and his suspicion was confirmed when you didn't answer.

"I slipped and sprained my ankle. I didn't want you to worry so I didn't tell you and I didn't agree to meet you"

He picked you up and laid you on the couch, snuggling next to you.

"I'm here to take care of you" he whispered and turned the TV on.

Yunho

Yunho is always in a good mood when he gets to see you. He wants to make the best use of the time he gets to spend with you. So during his break, you guys went to his home town to meet his parents but you stayed in a hotel even though he insisted that you stayed at his house. But you were a woman of principles and didn't think it was appropriate to stay at your boyfriend's house before marriage. He came to pick you up in his car and took you to an amusement park. You guys took roller-coaster rides and other scary looking rides too. He asked if you wanted to eat something and proposed the idea of going to a restaurant but you you told him that hotdogs from the vendors in the park would be nice and that you wanted to stay there longer and get on more rides. After eating you two took that discovery ride. While getting off you felt a little dizzy and tripped on something and fell. Yunho quickly helped you up and asked if you were okay and you told him yes, even though your ankle hurt a lot. After the fun time, he drove you back to your hotel. As you got off, you winced in pain and knelt to the ground, clutching your ankle. He worriedly got out the car and came to your side.

"your ankle is swollen" he spoke, concerned.

"it's fine, I can manage"

"are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me you're hurt?"

"because I didn't want to ruin tee date"

"you can't stay here y/n, you're coming out with me"

"I said it's okay Yunho, I'll take painkillers and an ice pack, I'll be fine"

"I'm sorry you got hurt"

"you don't need to be sorry babe" you said and kissed him.

Yeosang

Yeosang wanted to go skateboarding with you but you didn't know how to ride a skate so he took it upon himself to teach you even though you gave the idea of him skating and you cycling next to him but he said no. He took you to a nearby park and helped you learn for over a month. When he deemed you ready, he encouraged you to ride it on your own with him holding your hands or your waist. You took a deep breath.

"you can do this" he smiled.

"I hope so" you replied and steadied yourself.

"I can already see us skateboarding down the road. I can't wait"

"okay here goes nothing"

You gained momentum with your foot pushing the board forward and continued with a steady pace.

"I'm doing it! Yeosang I'm doing it!" you cheered but made the mistake of looking back towards him which made you lose your balance since you were relatively new to this. You fell on your back but broke your fall with your arm.

Yeosang rushed towards you and helped you up. You yelped in paid when he grabbed your arm.

"it hurts so much" you shook.

He took you to a hospital where the doctor told you your wrist was dislocated.

He felt awful and blamed it on himself. He stayed by your side before and after your surgery and even helped you with your daily life stuff until you got better. You were happy to spend a lot of time with him and told him it wasn't his fault.

"you are never riding a skateboard again. Like ever."

San

You were visiting Namhae to meet San's family. He always talked about them and told you how important they were to him so you paid them a visit, knowing it would make San the happiest.

You were sat on the couch, chatting with his sister while the TV was on. It was a random drama which none of you were interested in, rather wanting to talk about girl stuff.

"Sannie is a sensitive one, though he doesn't show it" his sister let you know.

"I know, I have never seen him cry. I used to think he doesn't care but then I found out that he's just very good at controlling his emotions."

You two were indulged in the conversation and didn't see San entering the room with Byeol in his arms.

"Y/N I want you to meet our family's master"

You and his sister giggled.

"Byeol, this is Y/N. I hope you come to terms with the fact that your position as the girl I'd die for has been taken by her."

You were a blushing mess and had butterflies in your stomach. San was always kind and loving towards you. And as if Byeol had understood what San had said, she started acting up.

"can I pet her?" you asked, earning encouraging nods from the Choi siblings. You stretched your hand you gently pet her head but Byeol acted first and violently scratched your hand, drawing blood.

"Byeol no!" San whined as the cat hissed at you and ran to the other room.

You clutched your hand tightly, trying to soothe the pain but it came in waves and burned. San worriedly came closer to you and him and his sister examined your hand. There was definitely blood coming out of the claw marks. They had to take you to the hospital to get you tetanus shots.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, your hand is ruined and you're in pain because of me"

"not because of you Sannie, it was Byeol but you can't really blame her, she an animal after all"

Mingi

Mingi took you to the dance studio to show you the new dance he choreographed. He was happy with it and spent a lot of time perfecting it and wanted you to see it. You were supportive of his ambitions as a rapper and a dancer, aside from Ateez. He was grateful for you for being by his side and understanding the time and effort it required. You never complained when he was unable to make time for you sometimes, knowing that he was working hard. The bond you shared was strong and you two were inseparable.

"okay I'm gonna start, queue the music"

And with that he started dancing. You were in awe of the way his body moved and how effortlessly he executed the difficult moves. You clapped when he finished.

"wow Mingi... this is... wow... I'm so proud" you were at a loss of words.

"come on I'll teach you the floor move, it's the easiest"

It was the easiest, for a trained dancer that is. You both didn't realize how difficult it actually was. You, because you weren't a dancer and Mingi made it look like a piece of cake. Mingi, because it came naturally to him and he had insane body control so he thought it was actually easy.

He taught you how to slide using your core strength. You didn't have a strong core to begin with, so you landed on your knee and pain shot up in your leg. You clutched it and let out a whine. Mingi took a look at it saw it reddening.

"I'm sorry for making you do this" he shook his head.

"nah I shouldn't have said yes" you smiled, not wanting him to be upset.

"let's get you home"

Wooyoung

He kept his artist of the month news a secret from you. He wanted to surprise you with it. So when you saw it on twitter you called him and congratulated him.

"this is huge Woo, I'm so proud of you!"

"I know you're rooting for me. I want you to come at the practice session we're having, just so we can perform on stage too"

You agreed to come and dressed up for him. When he saw you enter the studio in your black jeans that hugged your curves and the loose green cardigan which you styled and tucked in from the front. You had your hair down and mere sight of you took Wooyoung's breath away. His dancer friend from bb trippin' knew about your relationship but some of the staff was different that day and didn't know who you were.

Your eyes gleaned, watching Wooyoung dance. He was in his element and looked ethereal. The practice session ended and before you could run to him and hug him, you saw another woman, a staff member get close to him, handing him a water bottle and wiping his sweat off with a cloth. You were stunned but didn't think muhh about it, since his job required him to be around other women too. You watched from a distance how she talked to him for some time and subtly placed a hand on his thigh, giggling and telling him he did well. You were hurt to say the least. He didn't spare you a glance and then talked to her as if you weren't in the room. You didn't ruin the mood for him at the moment but were screaming internally watching her flirt with your man in broad daylight and him going along with him.

After the session ended, his choreographer called him to discuss important matters with him and the staff started leaving. You noticed how the same woman was hanging around, until another senior staff member told her to pack up and leave. After the discussion, Wooyoung came running to you.

"did you like it?" he asked excitedly.

"the performance? yes. The little show with that staff woman? absolutely not"

His face fell at your words.

"baby listen, I had to let it slide. It's not like I could've swat her hands away and tell her to go away. Having good chemistry with the staff results in good performances. Please try to understand"

"I don't know Wooyoung. And this is just what I saw. I can't stop imagining what else goes on since I'm not around all the time"

"I want you to trust me. I'm all yours. No one can take me away from you. No one. You don't know the hold you have around my heart. You don't know what you do to me. It's you and only you. Never forget that."

Jongho

If there's one thing in this world that Jongho liked doing the most, it was comparing how strong he was compared to you. No, you didn't even compare. You didn't even come close. He loved lifting you like it was nothing, tightening jars on purpose so you would ask him to open them for you and lifting the furniture with one hand while you both cleaned. He also loved arm wrestling with you with just two of his fingers of his non dominant hand, while you struggled to win with your dominant hand.

You both sat in the middle of the living room. Jongho challenged you to arm wrestling and the loser would have to clean the dishes. He wasn't even trying while you were shaking by using the entire strength in your arm. He got a little cocky when his hand got tired and decided to end it with a bang. He used intense force and your hand landed on the table with a thud. You pulled it back and rubbed it. He didn't fully realize how hard he hurt you until he saw just how red the back of your hand was. He immediately apologized but you got up to give yourself first aid, not responding to him. He followed you to the kitchen and tried helping but you shoved him aside.

"leave me alone"

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Let me help"

"Jongho please just leave me alone right now"

He felt awful to have hurt you and after you went to your bedroom, he did the dishes. You had invited him to stay the night at your apartment so he was glad he could be around to make it up to you.

He came to you some time later and apologized again and took responsibility of his actions.

"you scared me Jongho"

"I'm so sorry, I'll be more careful I promise"

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xxxrubytuesdayxxx · 3 years

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Tease

Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Teasing and then a little smut

Word Count: 2,441

Concept: It’s your birthday and Hong-Joong wants to make sure it’s a night to remember. Eumak-juseyo [Cue the music please]

Masterlist

“Why?” you demand of Yeosang. “It’s Halloween. It’s my birthday even. We gotta go out. Why do I have to wait here?” Yeosang thinks it over.

“You gotta,” he informs you gravely. “Hong-Joong-hyung said don’t let you leave.”

“Um, okay…” you agree cautiously, curious as to what that little minx has been planning. “Yeosang…” you call after him, as he turns to leave.

“Mwo, noona?” he asks, face carefully impassive.

“He’s not...gonna do anything silly is he? He knows we’re not meant to be...you know…” you clarify, avoiding eye-contact with the younger man. You still see him smirk out of the corner of your eye, although neither of you mention the ‘situationship’ between yourself and Ateez’s leader.

“He knows,” Yeosang reassures you. You note that he doesn’t actually answer the question.

“Right,” you grin, choosing to let it be. “I’ll just wait here then, shall I?” Yeosang nods politely and then heads out of the room, leaving you frustrated and alone in your costume.

Turns out it doesn’t take long before the boys all arrive, mysteriously sans Hong-Joong, but carrying all manner of sparklers, decorations, loud party favours and an extravagant cake. You welcome them all in happily and clear the table for them to deposit their treasures. Everything is suitably festive and you spend a while comparing costumes and working out who everyone is meant to be, before the lack of your paramour becomes too evident to escape comment.

“Um, where’s…” you start, confused, but Seonghwa shushes you and San guides you over to a seat to feed you some cake.

“Mm...you got mint chocolate?” you ask him, sharing his excitement. “How did you get away with that one?” San laughs.

“It’s your birthday, noona and I know you’re on team mint choco after all, so I insisted.” You’re enjoying the whole vibe, even if Joong’s absence plays on the back of your mind, when Wooyoung advises you eat something else after finishing your slice of cake ‘just in case’.

“Mm-hm...so he is here then,” you guess, following his advice hurriedly as you hear ‘Havana’, as covered by Kim Hong-Joong, start up over the sound system. Yet not even you could have predicted the next move. One by one the boys dance around into the middle of the room, making you laugh with their antics, but then, just as Yunho is completing his routine, the music stops, scratches and begins again, louder this time prompting Yunho to beckon with his hand across the room to the door that leads further into the building.

And through that door stalks your illicit lover, barefoot, avoiding all eye contact and dressed, he claims, as a tiger. Yet his costume consists only of a cute headband with fluffy tiger ears attached and what might, at a stretch be called a collar - the black choker, studded with silver that circles his slender throat. The rest of his outfit entails a pair of ripped and torn black skinny jeans, a studded belt, black denim jacket and a silky black button-up shirt with the top three buttons teasingly undone. He laughs and swats Yunho jokingly away as the younger man tries to dance with him, then continues into the middle of the room as the other boys loiter behind him. Then, once he knows he has your undivided attention, he flicks his bangs out of his eyes, juts his chin towards the ceiling, letting his eyes follow, and then flips his jacket off one shoulder, dropping into a hip roll. Yunho darts back towards him, but he turns away, rolls his hips again and then keeps going while lifting the back of his hand to his forehead to cover his eyes, with a cheeky smirk. The others play along, pulling his jacket almost off as he continues to wiggle his hips and fake-stumbles forwards to stop right in front of where you’re sitting.

Looking at the ceiling again, he flips the jacket the rest of the way back off his shoulder letting it fall to the ground, grabs his belt buckle and works those hips hard, throwing you suggestive looks in between his staged-indifferent glances at the ceiling. Finally he turns his head away so that you can see his jawline and the shape of his pretty mouth as he drags his hand back through his hair and away from his face. When he turns back to face you, he fake-coyly covers his face with his hand again, drags it slowly down, as his hips swivel and then bites at the air once, then again, before breaking character and giggling at himself. The others are in fits of laughter as well, but you’re still staring at him in wonder and not a little turned on by his performance. You shake your head at his giggles with a little smile and he laughs loudly and claps his hand over his mouth, embarrassed, but when he tries to sit in your lap, you wave him off teasingly.

“Ani, ani…” you reprimand him lightly. “Finish your dance, go on. I was enjoying it...maybe a little too much,” you purr, giving him a meaningful look. His big, dark eyes sparkle with mischief and he gets to his feet again and stalks away from you, deliberately using his hips, then turns back to face you, runs his hand down the opening of his shirt, as he rolls his hips like a pro, then pulls it away and quickly back, flashing you his collarbones. The other boys are not quiet during this risque floorshow, of course. Hong-Joong is followed by whoops, cheers and clapping as he grabs his belt buckle again and performs a series of flawless body rolls, with an adorably cheeky smile. That is until he gets it into his head to fling himself onto the ground and grind his hips like he’s humping the air upon which Mingi swiftly intervenes, marching over to pull his pocket-sized hyung to his feet with a warning yell: “Ahhhhh! Stop that! Too far!”

Hong-Joong giggles with wide-eyed protests of his innocence, then prances out of Mingi’s reach before flinging himself back at the ground and humping the floor this time.

“Right, good, good, enough!” Mingi objects, pulling his hyung to his feet again. Hong-Joong feigns innocence again and then winks at you, before smacking his hand against his own thigh and grinding his hips.

“Mingi!” You gesture for him to move aside. “Let Joong finish his dance, okay?” you object. “Who knows, he might be transmitting vital information to me about what order he likes it in bed, and now you’re ruining the narrative,” you joke. Mingi and San make fake-retching gestures while the others laugh gleefully, except for Seonghwa, who looks like he’d rather just unsee everything he’s seen in the last five minutes.

“Hong-ssi!” you call over to him. Having been somewhat sulkily watching the others tease him, he now cocks his head on the side and gives you an aegyo pose. You laugh and shake your head at him. “Stop that and finish your dance. You've obviously spent a lot of time preparing it," you acknowledge, earning yourself another of his bright, pretty smiles. He spins once, recentres himself with a cute little pout, and then sashays over to you and kicks his legs over your thighs to lower himself onto your lap, with one hand supporting him from behind so he can thrust his hips forward.

Head lowered Hong-Joong gives you a smoking-hot look, up through his eyelashes, somehow managing not to break his character as your heart thumps in your chest, sending you giddy with desire for him. Seonghwa grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. Mingi yells in protest, Wooyoung woops in encouragement and the others are still giggling but noticeably more nervously than they were before. You ignore everyone but your pretty tiger-boy, who is now writhing in your lap, as he slowly and sensuously unbuttons and then divests himself of his shirt. You dart a glance at Seonghwa and mouth ‘am I allowed to?’, gesturing at Hong-Joong’s now-naked torso. Seonghwa looks aggrieved, but shrugs, indicating he has no idea nor opinion on the subject, so you resist the temptation and keep your hands by your sides as Hong-Joong climbs off you, pirouettes so that he’s facing the rest of the room, and then sits back in your lap, facing away from you, arching his back like a cat and reaching behind himself to grab your neck and pull you, finally, into a messy kiss.

You wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer and he makes a cute, pleased noise, but then pulls himself away and stands up, turning to face you, with his hands at his belt buckle. You hold your breath as his fingers work the buckle undone and he flips the top button of his jeans undone, but at this point even Seonghwa shuts him down, dashing over to bend his leader’s arms behind his back.

“Alright, Hong-Joong-ssi! That’s quite enough of that - none of the rest of us want to know what colour your panties are, thank you.

“Mwo?! Hajima!” Hong-Joong yelps, as he twists about, trying to free his trapped wrists from Seonghwa’s grip.

“Wait, wait, wait…” you object, trying to pacify Seonghwa without upsetting his pretty captive. “Why don’t you guys take five...ten even and go investigate the event situation downstairs? I’ll stay here with this little tiger and let him finish his performance, okay?” Hong-Joong’s pout quickly transforms into one of his devilish smirks, knowing his hyung can’t see his face from his vantage point. Seonghwa’s shoulders drop as he sighs his agreement to the proposal.

“Fine,” he allows with another exasperated sigh. “I know he’s been working on this all week, but I thought he was just going to do a muck-around kind of sexy dance and then let it go. I didn’t know he had a full striptease planned,” he defends himself. You give him an incredulous look and shake your head, amused.

“Seriously, Hwa? Does Joong ever do anything by halves?” you point out. Seonghwa shrugs in acknowledgement. “I mean you know him better than I do, so I don’t know what you were expecting, in all honesty,” you laugh. Seonghwa calls to the others that they’re all going to go set up downstairs and they readily agree, chasing each other out the door and leaving Seonghwa to release Hong-Joong’s wrists and follow them out, shaking his head at you both.

Hong-Joong rubs his wrists experimentally, resets his music and then returns to his theme, stalking back and forth in front of you like the tiger as which he’s ostensibly dressed. He gives you a showcase of some of his sexier moves while he waits for a suitable section of the music and then picks up where he left off, swivelling his hips where he stands directly in front of you, and then slowly unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his skinny jeans with his crotch at your eye-level. You swallow hard, trying not to give in to the temptation, as he bends down to your face level, locking his gorgeous dark eyes with yours and then starts to slowly ease his jeans down over his hips and off his legs, never once breaking your intense, smouldering eye-contact until he’s left in only his tiger-ears, the silver jewellery he never seems to be without...and scarlet-red boxer-briefs.

You try not to stare, though you can quite clearly see the outline of his evident erection through the cotton of his knickers and it’s becoming almost impossible not to touch his naked chest with his dark nipples standing up perkily and his gorgeous clavicles just begging to be kissed. He doesn’t help matters by stalking across the room, dropping to his knees and literally crawling across the floor to end his performance with his head resting on your lap. You raise your hand to stroke his hair gently away from his eyes and he sits back on his knees, cute, with his hands neatly on the front of his naked thighs.

“Can you do the last part, noona?” he asks you softly. “I’m shy.”

“Now you’re shy?!” you dispute him incredulously, with a disbelieving giggle. He nods, unabashed, adjusts his eyelashes with his pointer finger and then looks at you expectantly. You shake your head, trying to stop a smirk from sneaking across your lips, and stand up to lead him over to one of the futons that management leave out for the members to nap on, once they’re no longer trainees.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s take care of this little problem of yours then,” you tease him, deliberately brushing his erection with the tips of your fingers and making him gasp, then moan softly. You pull him down on top of you, kissing him as you get your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slip them down his legs. He, in turn, pulls the short skirt of your costume out of his way, tweaks your knickers aside with his one unpainted fingernail and then thrusts himself into you with a loud groan of relief, rocking his hips back and forth as you wrap him in your legs and pull him against you.

“Oh my God, ne! Fuck me, Hong-ssi! Harder! Harder-oh-GOD!” you moan, encouraging him. “Oh my...shibal...you were so hot, teasing me with that dance, you know that?” you tell him, between kisses. “I wanted to touch you so much!” He giggles, obviously happy with himself, and keeps kissing your neck and down onto your chest as you praise him. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself clench around him and then the release of your orgasm floods you, making your whole body tingle with pleasure. You cling onto Hong-Joong, wanting to make sure he finishes as well, wanting to reward him for all his efforts. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as his moans get louder and his hips pump faster and faster until all at once his body shudders and you feel him fill you up, before he collapses next to you, panting for breath.

“I guess we should go downstairs so I can see what other fun and games have been planned,” you tell him with a little smile. He winks and sticks his tongue out teasingly.

“My present was definitely the best though, right?” he checks. You kiss him softly on the lips, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Definitely,” you reassure him, making him beam as he follows you over to collect his discarded clothing and dress himself.

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lovesanmotion · 3 years

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fubu!ateez reacts: getting s/o pregnant

💌 This is: Requested

Hongjoong:

He would curse at himself for not being careful enough and now a problem arose between him and you. He's still in his early twenties, there are so much more that he wants to do in life, but then he realized, he could still do those things....this time, with you and the baby. He wasn't going to be alone when achieving his dreams. Hongjoong and you received an earful from your parents, of course they would be disappointed. Being pregnant out of wedlock in an Asian household is a shameful thing and is looked down. When your parents were finished shouting at you two, he spoke in a calm manner how he plans to marry you after finding out that you are carrying his child and that a home for the two of you is already prepared and located within the city as well, promising your parents that the child will be raised a fine person and he will be working hard not only for the baby but for you as well.

Seonghwa:

He had been in love with you ever since that night the two of you opened up and became each other's book to read. Seonghwa felt at peace with someone who understands him and where he stands in life right now. So when you broke the news to him that you are pregnant, Seonghwa was instantly filled with joy. Even though he knows that taking care of a child is not an easy job or commitment, he will do his very best to his now small family. But his parents didn't like you for him and urged him to leave you and the unborn child, but this only infuriated him. He packed up his belongings and all the money he's been saving ever since and left the house, he went over to your place and stayed for a couple days, helping you out with everything that you needed before he could find the perfect apartment for the three of you.

Yunho:

When he found that you were carrying his child, he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame and spun slowly around. Until it dawned him, you two were nothing more than just friends with benefits. He didn't know if you could be seeing someone else apart from him. To which he hoped that you weren't. And then he thought about you and the thought of carrying a child, he asked you if the baby was a distraction between you and your dreams, you and your aspirations in life. He was hoping that somehow, you would choose to keep the baby, because he is more than willing to get out of the friends with benefits relationship with you. If it meant that he has to get down on one knee and propose to you immediately, he would do so. He knows what you and him entered is a difficult task, but if its for you, he would go through anything.

Yeosang:

He would be so shocked upon hearing that you were pregnant that he told you to stop joking around. To add up to his horror, you weren't joking and that you had seen a doctor before coming to him. He blamed it on himself for not being careful enough with you and now here you are, carrying a week old fetus inside of you. He felt so scared and unprepared that he stopped contacting you for a week. That one week, Yeosang coiled to himself and asked the closest people around him on what he should do. But for you, it was the hardest week. You needed him, but he wasn't there. When the following week came, Yeosang knocked on your door carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers (you didn't even told him that they were your favorite) and apologized for suddenly disappearing on you like that and promised you that he would be with you in every single step.

San:

The idea of being around children makes him soft and vulnerable. Of course he loves kids that he wishes to have one in the future! But word 'future' only lasted for a second when you suddenly dropped the news to him that he is going to be a father. He suddenly felt a lot of emotions inside of him. Happiness because its been his dream to become a father, sadness because it's so early, excitement for the baby and guilt because he felt like he distanced you from all the things that you want to achieve in life. When you told him how you are carrying his child, he couldn't help but tear up and mutter a thread of 'i'm sorry''s to you. But you had to assure him that you are fine and willing to take care of the baby with him.

Mingi:

To be honest, you've never felt more scared for your life when Mingi suddenly became quiet after you told him that you are pregnant and carrying his child. You didn't know what the silence means and you didn't know what's going on his head. It was then you stood up and quietly excused yourself to go home, feeling embarrassed now, until you felt a hand hold your wrist and pulled your figure to his chest, embracing you. Mingi's word of assurance and how he is gonna help you in every single step brought a tear to your eye, thanking him after. But Mingi told you that you didn't have to thank him, it was him who should be thanking you because it was only a dream for him to build a family with the girl he likes.

Wooyoung:

He didn't know if he was ready to commit to an ever bigger commitment that was suddenly put upon his plate. He wondered to himself if he would do a good job in taking care of both you and the baby inside of you. While he isn't around you, Wooyoung would ask help for his friends and family on what he should do in a situation like this. When he told this to his friends one night, all seven of them suddenly came to his house having gifts of all sorts like diapers, milk formulas, toys and other baby essentials there is needed. He laughed at the sight of them, but sure enough, he knows he'll be able to take care of his now family.

Jongho:

This boy would not know what to do as a thousand thoughts suddenly flooded his head. He would like take a few days away from you so he could collect himself. He didn't know what to do honestly. He's young and still has a lot of things to do and achieve, he wondered if he'll be ever good enough for you and the child. But one day, when he woke up, he was determined to build a family with you. Of course he'd take things slowly and step by step, not wanting to rush you into anything that you weren't prepared of.

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madewithmelanin · 3 years

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Jealous VS. Generous - J.YH (PART 1)

comment please

Warnings!

Voyeurism

Exhibitionism

Loud Moans

Jealousy

Foursome Simulations

Blowjobs

Masturbation

Mutual Masturbation

Enjoy!!!!

"This party is beautiful Cova, you did amazing with the lighting and even the seats, everything looks perfect." Yunho said, pulling you in closer to kiss your forehead.

You smiled, nodding as if in an agreement as he went to answer the door for your party guests.

"Thank you Yuyu." You smirked, watching him calm his breath down as your guests wait to flood in.

"Behave, I've got you, I promise." He smiles at you before opening the door

Now it was just you two and your nine guests all together in your home, heading to dinner with nothing but happy and pure thoughts in their heads.

All except Yunho.

He'd always been the type of person to hold back from playing out his fantasies if it made you uncomfortable, so when you wore a rather revealing dress, it had his mind in a really really bad state to be just thinking about dinner and wine.

Tonight was your anniversary dinner along with some friends and drinking with your boyfriend of eight years.

"San, Mingi, Hongjoong, Jongho, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Welcome to our very grown up and very mature dinner party." Yunho smiled nervously as the boys brought their respective S/O's in to sit with them.

"You set the table so nicely, it looks so fancy." Wooyoung commented, sitting in the chair his boyfriend had pulled out for him.

You nodded as a thank you as Yunho pulled out your chair and drew one for himself as well.

"Thank you so much, Woo." Yunho smiled, bringing his hand up to meet your's on the tabletop.

"So Youngseo, how have you been since the flight?" You piped up, watching the other's sit down.

"Ah...I've been okay." He says in a low tone as Hongjoong interuppts.

"Well Hwa and I have something to tell you all when you're settled down."

He smiles proudly, bringing his hand up to show off his shining engagment ring.

"Oh my god, Hwa, you DIDN'T!" You laugh, seeing Yunho start to clap and cheer for his best friends.

"Oh but I did, I took too long the month before so I proposed to him last night over a glass of Henney. Bad choice, but a great decision."

Seonghwa says, taking Hongjoong's hand and kissing the back of it.

"Thank you for making me feel like a princess, Hwa." Hongjoong smiles, tilting his head at his fiance.

"You know I've always wanted to make you feel like royalty." Seonghwa bites his lip, eyeing his fiance before turning to you and Yunho.

"What about you two? When are you gonna get married? I'm looking forward to the tape of that fuckfest I know you two have planned." He asks, tasting one of the party sandwiches in front of him.

Yunho was as into exhibitionism and voyeurism as you were, bringing his thoughts back to the time he asked to film you 'helping him out' that one time.

You had said no because you know how much of a pervert Seonghwa was and you didn't want him to think of you differently.

You watched Yunho continue to wreck his red locks as he moaned in annoyance.

"Uh...we're still waiting." Yunho stalls, still blushing as he grabs a quiche off the plate before you.

"We're not ready just yet." You say, bringing a mini sandwich to your own mouth before seeing Seonghwa shrug.

"That's too bad, we could've had twin weddings......and two VERY sexy honeymoons." He chuckles, getting his shoulder tapped by Mingi's girlfriend, Min Su.

"Why would he ask that? He knows I'm not ready to dedicate myself like that yet..." Yunho huffs, feeling insecure as he pushes his chair out.

"Yunho, Where are you going?" You ask, following him as he walks over to the staircase.

"We'll be right back but you all can drink and eat whatever you'd like, the bathroom is right up the stairs and to the left." You smile before taking off to go find Yunho.

"Yunho, I'm right here, you okay?" You asked, not noticing he had lead you right up to the bedroom.

"I just..I can't focus...not on dinner...he mentioned the honeymoons and I just...lost it..." He sighs, dropping his head to his hands.

"Cova, baby, I'm horny and the guests are here."

He laughed, feeling annoyed at the fact that he could understand you didn't want your friends to think you were a huge slut.

(Which huge respect to you by the way, because if it were the author, she would have done literally anything in front of his friends)

"I-I understand that...what do you want me to do about it?" You chuckle, getting a little closer as you shut the door.

"Maybe we could...get a quick break in?"

You smiled at his sweet attempt.

"Yunho baby, I wish I could but for all we know, Hwa could've bugged our room." You laugh, kneeling in front of him.

"But if he did, then it's only audio..."

He smirked, finding you holding his wrists so you can see his face.

"I guess you're right...but what if he starts to wonder what we're doing?"

You whisper, noticing Yunho's pulling you up to stand above him.

"Then let him wonder...I don't even need to touch you just yet...we could always do mutual."

He laughs again, kissing on your thighs as he pecks closer and closer to your heat.

"That's true..." You smirk down at him, gasping for his tongue.

His eyes focused on your panties, lifting your dress up over your hips.

"Pull 'em down baby, I'll start you off and then we can move to the bed."

His hands slowly make their way up your dress, teasing your waistband.

"Yunho...oh god.."

You groaned out as he pulled them down, wet ropes following the fabric as he removed it.

"Fuck...you look so sexy like this, all wet and begging for me...goddamn I love you

.." He moaned, sucking small circles around your clit as you held onto his hair.

"A-Ah..good..oh god that's good.." You moaned back, feeling him pull your panties off the rest of the way.

Your leg now resting up on his shoulder, he slid his tongue over your slit to his own rhythm.

"Mm..you taste so fucking good..." He says, earning you a smack on your right thigh.

"Fuck...Cova..."

You couldn't reply, rolling your eyes back as he started to slip his tongue inside you.

Pleasure filling your head to the brim, you imagined you and Yunho had been filming on your honeymoon.

Tripod all set, the camera sits up high enough to see you both in every position possible, the first fantasy being your hair being pulled as you sucked him off.

Yunho was always so compliant to doing anything you wanted to, making sure you had a safe word ready for whenever something could be taken too far.

As long as you said you wanted him to do something, he'd never have a problem stopping even in the most heated of moments.

If he had pushed in too hard and you asked him to slow down, he would.

He had no problem slowing things down and taking it super slow.

You were in charge of his pace, and your comfort.

This time around, he needed you.

Bad.

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PART TWO IS UP!

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amorevolous-chionophile · 3 years

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Mommy

❆ Fluff ❆ 5,710 words ❆ dad!Hongjoong x babysitter!reader ❆

@soft-black-teabag is the precious mastermind behind this idea 💜

"Yes I understand... Yes... Yes I will be there." Hongjoong sighed as he hung up the call and mentally cursed. His boss called, saying that he has to jump in to fill a shift urgently to help, as his co-worker called in sick last minute, since he lacks work hours. He glanced to the living room to check up on the reason of his lacking work hours, his little princess and he couldn't help but smile as he saw her happily playing with her designer's kit for children which he somehow managed to afford for her birthday since she proclaimed that she wants to be just like her daddy. Since he was taking care of her alone, he had to miss shifts from time to time as there were instances where none of his friends could fill in for him. He prayed that this wasn't one of those times because his boss warned him that if he doesn't show up to work in two hours he will get fired and he couldn't lose that job. Hongjoong took on a great number of jobs through the years to have his little minion live a nice and happy life. He keeps each of his jobs for as long as the boss is tolerant enough of him being late or missing whole shifts. He hates that he gives them a hard time, but raising a child as a single parent isn't an easy job and he is trying his best, he really is. Hiring a babysitter was an option sure, but Hongjoong couldn't afford one and even if he could, there was no way that he would ever leave his precious child to a complete stranger. He sighed once more before tapping in the message to the group chat, there are seven of them, surely one of them is free, right?

Wooyoung was in the middle of a game when a notification rang, signaling that a message had arrived on his phone. That wouldn't have been a problem if he wasn't in class and the notification didn't echo through the classroom. The college professor gave him a threatening look from above the rim of his glasses to what Wooyoung smiled nervously and pretended to move his phone back to his pocket before muting it and proceeding to read the message as soon as the professor looked away like nothing happened seconds ago. You eyed him judgingly from the seat next to him. "Wooyoung, you are going to get in trouble." Not that most professors at college care if you are on your phone, laptop, are you listening or not... But this one was a bit of a nitpicking pain that always says that you should respect the time which he is giving to you in order to gift you knowledge by at least listening. He always made it sound like he doesn't get any compensation for what he does, not like he gets paid. Wooyoung looked at you with the most offended face he could make. "Don't talk in class you'll get us in trouble." He put a finger to his lips and couldn't help but smile to what you rolled your eyes and smiled as well returning your attention to the professor as Wooyoung returned his gaze to his phone. He entered the group chat to find that everyone already responded. He scrolled to the first message to see what all that was about, just to find Hongjoong's panicked message about needing someone as fast as possible to look over his child. Wooyoung loved that child like he was her uncle, and not just him, all of the boys warmed up to that little ray of sunshine. As he scrolled he noticed that none of the other boys were available, for valid reasons and he mentally sighed as he had to tell Hongjoong that he wasn't either. Wooyoung: "I have a makeup exam. I must retake it, it's half of my mark. I'm really sorry." This time he audibly sighed. He had major respect for Hongjoong, the guy was torn on million sides, he sacrificed his college and his free time for the sake of his child. That's why he felt bad for not being able to do anything in this situation. Seonghwa: "Hongjoong, could you please reconsider all that about the babysitter?" Yunho: "Yes, please, if money is the problem we can help you with that." Hongjoong: "I know, but even if I agree, how can I get any babysitter to come in less than an hour? No worries guys, I'll just find another job." Wooyoung was too preoccupied with his phone and thoughts of how to help to notice the professor eyeing him suspiciously. You however noticed and nudged him to snap out of it or he won't even have the chance to take that makeup exam. He rapidly turned his head to you, his eyes widening and your face crunching from confusion. It was seconds before he returned his attention to his phone. Wooyoung: "I am a genius. I have solved all of your problems 😇" Yeosang: "This is gonna be good." Hongjoong: "?" Wooyoung: "Y/N!" Hongjoong: "Who?" San: "Oooh, nice!👍🏻👍🏻" Yeosang: "I am disappointed I am not disappointed with that answer. That is your first good idea since...ever." Jongho: "How come that idea never crossed our minds before." Mingi: "That would be so adorable to see. Just think of that cuteness duo!😸🥰" Hongjoong: "Guys, would you please concentrate and tell me who that is." You had to nudge Wooyoung again, stronger this time because he was visibly testing the professor's patience. "Wooyoung, leave that phone, the professor is giving you a death stare I think even the room temperature decreased." You whispered almost inaudibly to what he turned off his screen, nudged the phone to the side of his desk and shifted his gaze up smiling innocently to the professor. You couldn't help but pinch the bridge of your nose letting out a breathy laugh at his carefree attitude.

Hongjoong: "Wooyoung, who's y/n?" Seonghwa: "Seems like he's not here anymore." Jongho: "What... who leaves in a moment like that." San: "I think he and y/n have class with that ice drama queen professor." Yeosang: "He probably used all of his energy to come up with that idea, his system must have shut down." San: "Yeosang... Who hurt you young child?" Yeosang: "Whoever ate my fried chicken the last time we hung out." Mingi: "But why are you taking it out on Wooyoung when Yunho ate your chicken 😂" Yunho: "He. Didn't. Know. That." Mingi: "Oops, I didn't know that." Yeosang: "Well, it's only important that now I know that." Yunho: "🙃" Hongjoong: " G U Y S. I'm kinda running out of time here." Seonghwa: "You remember how we mentioned Wooyoung's neighbor that hung out with us probably every single time when you weren't there?" Hongjoong: "Oh yeah, I forgot her name, so y/n... I'm not so sure, how well do you guys know her?" Mingi: "Wooyoung knows her best since she was his neighbor and classmate from the very start of college." Jongho: "But since he's not here, your second best options are San, Yeosang and me. Well Yeosang and me." San: "Hey 🥺" Yeosang: "Yes, since we attend the same college we meet quite frequently so I assure you that she is a good choice." San: "Are you all ignoring me now 🥺" Jongho: " I strongly agree with Yeosang, not once did she leave a bad impression." San: "..." Hongjoong: "Well not like I have a choice at this point anyway." Seonghwa: "Since I sense that you are still unsure, I remember this one time when she got a call from her sister and had to leave to look after her nephews." Yunho: "So that means she knows with children. I mean you got a winning combo here." Hongjoong: "But I don't know, what if the two of them don't get along, what if something happens" Jongho: "I just wanna remind you that this was Wooyoung's idea to which even Yeosang agreed" Mingi: "I think that this is the first time something like this happened 😅" Seonghwa: "Come on Hongjoong, you know we love your child almost as much as you do. We would never propose something that would be potentially dangerous for her." Hongjoong: "Alright... Fine"

Finally, for what seemed ten times longer than the original ten minutes it should have lasted, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. You stretched your arms, still sitting down, while Wooyoung rapidly swiped trough his phone to catch up on the conversation that he missed, hoping to run into Hongjoong's agreement. You eyed him suspiciously when he jolted up with an excited "yes". You mirrored his actions and got up as well, gathering your stuff. "What happened, the makeup exam got postponed?" He let out a sad whining sound before gathering his stuff as well. "As if, not even in my dreams." He swung his backpack on his back and typed something in his phone excitedly. "Then what is..." Before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist and started speed walking towards the door and into the hallway, opposite of the direction of where his exam is supposed to be. "Wait Wooyoung, what is going on?" But you were not graced by any kind of answer in return. When you exited the building, you were even more puzzled to see Yeosang, San and Jongho there. Before you could ask again, Wooyoung went into medical commercial narrator mode. "So you remember how we mentioned our friend that has a rainbow sunshine pink sparkly precious child after who he looks after alone and that sometimes we fill in because he has to work and all. Well today we are all busy and if he doesn't go to work he will get fired and he really needs that job and he can't leave the child alone and so we thought that maybe, probably, eventually you could look after her because we don't have much time since he needs to go to work soon and pretty much we don't have any other option...please?" You blinked trying to process everything you just heard as Wooyoung grabbed your hand and shook it giving you the puppy dog eyes look. You closed your eyes trying to form a coherent question in return to all that. "Wha..." But San interrupted you, joining Wooyoung in the hand shaking puppy dog eyes squad. "Pleeease, the child is a sweetheart I swear. I promise you two will get along perfectly, and the cuteness oh God, you two will be the cutest duo ever." You shook your head, really trying to keep up with the both of them, looking around to find a spot to focus on in order to actually have a chance to think about the proposal, when you noticed Yeosang and Jongho standing on a greater distance from you than when they originally were, talking among themselves, pretending not to know you three. You couldn't blame them. "Wait you two, wait a second. I mean I am free now and I would love to help, but I am not sure about all this? To him I am a stranger and from what I have picked up from your stories he wouldn't leave his child with just anyone so I don't think he will agree to this. Also a child... I'm not sure, it's not the same as looking after my nephews." Wooyoung let go of your hand in order to swipe through his phone for a brief second before showing you a message of Hongjoong's agreement, more like shoving it in your face. "He already agreed, it's only left for you to agree so please." You almost winced from the frequency Wooyoung's voice managed to hit. You were kinda at a dead end in that moment. You had no reasons to refuse, not like you even wanted to refuse an opportunity to help someone in a tight situation so the answer was pretty obvious. "Okay, just tell me the address and..." Your proclamation was interrupted with Wooyoung and San squealing and, for the sake of their souls, let's say that those were manly squeals. They ran up to Yeosang and Jongho and excitedly announced that you have agreed before Wooyoung proceeded to run back to the college entrance in his style, shouting. "I'm late for the makeup exam, I will text you the address before I..." Was all you managed to hear before his voice became inaudible. "Wooyoung, I swear to God." You whispered in your chin before joining the remaining trio in order to say goodbye.

Hongjoong was running around his apartment, grabbing his necessities before a tiny voice called out to him. "Daddy?" The young girl was standing underneath the notably larger doorframe, questioningly tilting her head to the side. "You said you would stay home today." Her face welcomed a small pout. Hongjoong quickly squatted to her eye level, one hand on her shoulder, while the other caressed the crown of her head. "I know princess, but they called daddy to come today. I promise I will make it up to you." He smiled, hoping to reassure her. "I just miss you." She proclaimed sadly before wrapping her small arms around his neck. Saying that his heart shattered into million pieces would be an understatement. He sighed heavily and wrapped his hands around her, lifting her up. "I'm sorry it has to be this way." He said that more to himself before the melody of the doorbell filled the house. The girl looked in her dad's eyes with newfound interest. "Which uncle is coming today?" Hongjoong smiled nervously, not sure how to deliver the news and more importantly not knowing what the reaction will be. "About that..." He hesitated as he went towards the door with her still in his arms. "It's uncle Wooyoung's friend." He confessed, opening the door, not sure himself what to expect. What greeted him there was a warm, smiling figure, immediately putting him at ease. "Hello, I'm Wooyoung's classmate, y/n. It's nice to meet you Hongjoong." You gave a little wave before grinning to the little girl. "And this must be the princess I have heard so much about." The girl smiled in return, resting her head on her dad's shoulder, still a bit shy. "Hello." Hongjoong motioned you to enter before he closed the door behind you, a faint scent of his shampoo hitting you. "I should hurry now, thank you for coming on such short notice." You were in the process of taking off your shoes while you replied. "Don't worry, it's a pleasure to help." You rose back up stretching out your arms for Hongjoong to give the girl to you. "Oh there's no reason for that, she may be too heavy for you, besides she is daddy's big girl, she can walk." Hongjoong went to put her down, but to his surprise he ran into the girl's resentment, as she stretched her arms out to you in return. You smiled warmly and took the child in your arms, patting her back. "It's not a problem really." You reassured Hongjoong as you turned to the girl. "This way we can assist daddy together while he is getting ready for work, right?" The girl chimed happily in response. Hongjoong didn't notice or he didn't want to notice how his brain blocked all of his actions for a brief second wanting to absorb that moment and so he continued with tying his shoelaces a moment after as if nothing happened. Hongjoong was about to exit when you noticed a phone on the cupboard next to you, so you quickly stop him. "Hongjoong, I think you forgot your phone." He checked in all his pockets to check before he accepted the phone from you grasp and thanked you with a warm smile. "Daddy will be back before you know it princess, be nice to y/n." He bent down to plant a kiss on the girl's cheek, before her little hands grabbed his face and turned his head in order to do the same. The scene had you internally melting from all the cuteness. Hongjoong went out the door, and you trailed him standing on the doorframe. "Wave to daddy." You told the girl who shook her hand smiling from ear to ear, you copying her. There was it again, that moment that Hongjoong felt shoot through his heart and brain.

You caressed the girl's cheek before putting a blanket atop of her, snuggling her to sleep. You put the fairytale book you were reading her a bedtime story from on the shelf. You decided to leave the lamp on, just a bit more dimmed as you were not sure whether or not she was afraid of the dark. She fell asleep pretty quickly, and it was no wonder, for the whole day you were doing all kind of things together, playing pretend, fashion designer, telling stories, watching cartoons, eating. You tried to engage her in everything you could, you really gave it your all, and it was easy because she was indeed a pure angel child. You sat in the living room, lowering the volume of the tv in order to hear if she wakes up. You had time to peacefully look around the apartment which was an interesting fusion of an art and music studio, laced with the essence of a family home. You also noticed that the home was sparkly clean. You didn't know that that was Seonghwa's doing however. He was the last to babysit, just the day before you. He and the girl were playing fashion designer when Seonghwa made the grave mistake of commenting how she put too much glitter on a particular piece of clothing. Second after that he had a child proclaiming that he shouldn't question her fashion sense and glitter pretty much... everywhere. So after putting her to sleep he engaged himself in cleaning all the glitter, and cleaning glitter is not an easy job, not to mention that he himself resembled a disco ball with all the glitter he had in his hair. He somehow ended cleaning even the rest and who knows when he would have stopped if Hongjoong haven't arrived home. You basically absent mindedly gazed into the cartoon on the tv which was muted when your phone buzzed and brought you back to your senses. It was a message from an unknown number, but from the content of the message you figured it was Hongjoong. Hongjoong: I will be back about 10 minutes. You saved his contact before replying. You: Thanks for giving me a notice, I will wait for you. I put her to sleep, so you have nothing to worry about. And just like that you spent those 10 minutes watching a cartoon on mute before you heard a clatter of keys trying to unlock the door, but being unable to due the keys from the inside of the door. "I'm coming." You whisper-yelled, afraid not to wake the girl as you hurried to the door. You turned the keys and opened the door, smiling. "Welcome home." It was probably due to not having a chance to hear that often, but his heart slightly fluttered at your welcome and he couldn't help but smile a little. "As I already mentioned, she is sound asleep..." You trailed off as you went to pick up your belongings from the living room, not wanting to yell and as soon as you returned you started putting on your shoes. "She is a wonderful child, you raised her very well." You gave him a wide smile as you started putting on your coat. "We made dinner together and left you some in the refrigerator so you can heat it up if you want. You must be tired so I will be going now." As you took ahold of the knob, he took ahold of your forearm. You turned around, giving him a puzzled look as to which he just took out his wallet. "No Hongjoong please, I did not do this for money. Besides, that child already repaid me with her smile, I really had a nice time today." You shook your hands before your face in defense. "There's no way I can let you leave without anything, you lost your whole day." He took out his money and was handing it to you, but you were not an easy nut to crack. "Can we make a deal then? If I happen to look after her again, I will accept, okay?" He sighed in defeat, dropping the argument as it was leading nowhere. But that idea of you babysitting again, deep down he liked it. "Alright, alright." You exited the door waving at him. "Why don't you at least let me call you a cab? It's pretty dark outside for you to be walking alone." Shaking your head you turned to him. "Don't worry about me, go back to that precious little child." He nodded, closing the door. "Hongjoong..." He halted and looked at you expectantly. "See you." And like that, you parted.

Little did you know that she would want you to come look after her again and again and again. Hongjoong of course, refused her at first, not wanting to trouble you, but soon he just gave up. And you didn't mind really, that child grew onto you like on anyone she meets. This time you were just going to visit her for no particular reason, you just had free time. You knocked on the door you grew used to and the man you started to develop faint feelings for opened. "Oh hi, come on in." He gave you his usual smile and you obliged. Just after barely taking one shoe off you heard your name being shouted from across the hall by a little human who was running to tackle hug you. "How's my favourite princess doing?" She smiled from ear to ear, as she always did. "Good! Daddy and I were just talking about you!" You rose a brow as you shot a glance at Hongjoong who was smiling nervously. "Daddy asked me if I would want you..." She was unable to finish her sentence because Hongjoong interupted, cutting her mid sentence. "You know, we were just planning on going grocery shopping, so you don't have to take off your shoes if you wanna come with us." You returned your attention to the child, whispering into her ear. "You'll tell me later." You smooched her cheek before raising back up nodding at Hongjoong. "Let's go."

"Hongjoong, you forgot to get the tomatoes... How do you expect that we make the bolognese sauce without tomatoes?" You waved in front of his face with a wooden spoon threateningly. "Sorry, I was hindered by a certain small being that strongly wanted a package of gummy bears." You just chuckled at his troubled expression. "We can just improvise something then, I guess. At least she got what she wanted." You nodded in the direction where the previously mentioned small being was eating her gummy bears, her attention on the cartoon playing on the tv. "I have a weakness for her, what was I supposed to do." Hongjoong gave you a troubled smile as he was growing scared of that wooden spoon in your grip. You couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his hair. "Go rest, you were working for the whole day yesterday. Your eye bags are so big, they could be used as bowls." He shook his head. "I can't leave everything to you..." You squinted your eyes and raised the wooden spoon back in his sight. "We will all rest when we eat, how does that sound?" You rolled your eyes at him jokingly. "You were always a tough negotiator, have it your way." Smiling to your agreement he let out a breathy laugh, not really sure how to react to the given situation. You were gifting him precious moments he could only dream of before. Like having someone to welcome him, see him off, look after him and his baby, make a meal for him, and all that just made him wish that he could do the same for you.

"Hongjoong, I am actually amazed at your cooking skills." You confessed as you plopped yourself on the couch, the little minion automatically manifesting on your side hugging you. Hongjoong went to sit on the other side of the couch before he was stopped by his little girl. "Daddy, I want you to sit here." She patted the free spot next to her, and Hongjoong just obliged, placing himself next to you two. "Now I want you two to hug me." She giggled as if she knew exactly what she was doing. As you put your arms around the little minion and connected them on the small of Hongjoong's back, he did the same. Your head rested on his shoulder, inhaling the same scent from the first day when you met him, his head rested on your shoulder looking longingly at the one person he wished for from the first day he met you, and in-between you two, a brightly smiling child who loved both of you was seated.

And so again, you went to them, they came to you. When Hongjoong was working, you were babysitting and when he was free the three of you just casually spent time together. This one time, when Hongjoong returned from work you were still in the process of putting the minion to sleep. Hongjoong inspected you closely as you ran after the child while taking off his coat and boots and he couldn't help but smile. You halted for a minute to welcome him, while the minion was long gone from sight. As you turned back to go after her you could hear her voice from the room. "Mommy hurry, I want you to read me a story before I fall asleep." You froze to the spot and looked to Hongjoong wide eyed as he did the exact same thing. Your face welcomed a shade of pink as you turned around and marched forward, not being able to face him. "C-coming princess."

"Hey Hongjoong." You peeked inside the living room, finally mustering up the courage to face him after what happened earlier, but to your luck, or misfortune, he was asleep. You would have let him be and went home as it was that he even gave you the key to his apartment, but you couldn't leave him in such a uncomfortable position. He must have fell asleep while waiting for you. You shook him lightly by the shoulder, afraid not to startle him. Your heart fluttered the same time his tired eyes fluttered open. "I just didn't want to leave you in an uncomfortable position, I will be leaving now. Get some rest." You blabbered and were ready to leave. "Could you stay... a bit longer?" Originally, it would not have been a problem, but this time around your nerves were getting the better of you. However, not having a proper reason to refuse, you sat on the couch next to Hongjoong, sighing. "May I?" He was asking you to lay on your legs. Again, it wasn't the first time, but never before did he ask nor did you feel nervous while his soft features were beneath your reach. However, on instinct your fingers started playing with his hair and he momentarily relaxed. Feeling restless you just had the urge to start a talk about something, anything. "Hongjoong, you never told me what happened to your...uhm...her real m..." You found it quite difficult to word the sentence, luckily Hongjoong caught on and saved you the struggle. "We had my princess when we were nineteen..."

Hongjoong and his girlfriend at the time didn't even plan marriage, a baby? Even less. But she found out she was pregnant and after a lot of negotiations and talking, they decided to keep the baby and promised that they would handle every obstacle on their way. Neither of them ever dreamed that their first and biggest obstacle were their own parents. Both sides gave them the cold shoulder, but not all hope was lost. They believed that when the baby is born, their parents would change their mind. It was a brutal strike to both of them when, even with the birth of their baby girl, nothing changed. They weren't making much and they could barely take care of even themselves. That is when the girl wavered. She was scared for her future and she insisted that they give the baby for adoption. Hongjoong however, didn't want to hear about it. He didn't want to give his precious treasure to some random stranger. He also couldn't care less about his parents rejecting him. They always treated him as if he was a nuisance, so what was the difference now. His girlfriend, however, left and he never blamed her for that. She lied to her parents that she put her child up for adoption, she split up with Hongjoong and broke off every contact with him and the baby out of fear that her parents would kick her out again. Through all that time the only person Hongjoong kept contact with was his brother. Even against Hongjoong's will his brother keeps sending him money from time to time. Hongjoong on the other hand sends him back videos and pictures of the little minion doing whatnot. This is the exact reason why Hongjoong is making sure to make her real uncle a part of her life as much as possible. The number of times the uncle burst into tears after hearing a little voice through the phone calling him to come and meet her is a large one. There was nothing he could do about that as he lived on the other side of Korea. The only thing his brother didn't tell Hongjoong is that their parents greatly regret their choices and want to see their grandchild. But Hongjoong will find out himself when and if they decide to let go of their stupid idea of pride.

"...and that's how the two of us ended up like this." It was not until your tear fell on his face that he noticed that you were crying. "Hey, don't cry for that." He raised his hand in order to wipe away the watery paths that your tears left on your face. "She now finally has a mum as she said. I can't thank you enough for playing that role for her, no let me take that back, you are not playing that role. After all this time of looking after her you can call yourself her mum." His comment only turned on the faucet that let more tears fall. "Thank you for saying so Hongjoong." He rose from your legs and turned to face you. "I didn't plan to do it like this but here it goes." He cupped your chin and leaned into you, his only support being his other hand. Your heart went on a rampage, throwing itself randomly against your rib cage causing irregularities in your breath. Hongjoong softly smiled when he noticed your reaction, feeling reassured to carry on with his confession. "I started attaching myself to you from the first time you stood on that door. At first I wasn't sure if that was because..." You cut him off by placing your lips onto his in a sweet kiss unsure if your heart would be able to last through his whole speech. You pulled away shyly forcing yourself to look him in the eye. Now it was official, until now you were practically just a couple without that official stamp. It felt nice, it felt like home. "You will tell me later, I wasn't sure if I was able to survive through it all." You grinned and he shook his head, smiling as well before he leaned in again.

"Okay is everyone ready?" You asked eagerly after hearing Hongjoong approach the door. "I don't understand why we have to wear this." Yeosang retorted, not amused in the slightest before Yunho appeared from behind him and pulled him into the room to hide like he was pulling him in a back alley to kidnap him, what made the situation more amusing was Yeosang's uninterested face. "Come on Yeosang we don't have much time for questions." Yunho whispered in his ear as they both disappeared into the darkness of the room. You sighed in relief as everyone was finally on their position just as you heard the keys and the door knob. And then there on the door appeared Hongjoong. "Welcome home, come on sweetie." You welcomed Hongjoong and guided his, no, both of your child to him. "Daddy, mommy bought me a minion onesie, look!" She ran up to Hongjoong and extended her arms up to him. "It's beautiful love! What does it say here... I'm gonna be a sister..." Hongjoong's eyes widened as his heart skipped a few beats and he would have jumped to hug you right then and there if he wasn't startled by seven men who ran at him at the same time, wearing a "I'm going to be an uncle (again)" shirts, pink shirts. Hongjoong's eyes widened again before he passed the child to Seonghwa to come and finally hug you. "So another girl huh?" You smiled widely back to him, nodding and he returned an even wider smile. "What week are you?" He caressed your still unnoticeable bump. "The doctor said 15th, the stomach is going to start to show from here on." He hugged you careful not to squish you too much. "I love you, thank you for giving me everything and making me a happy man." He pressed his forehead to yours. "I should be the one thanking you, Joong." Your lips met again just like they did yesterday and just like they will tomorrow. "I want to hug with mommy and daddy too!" And just like that your little intimate moment became a group hug of all the people you considered family.

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