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This is the sound of me patiently waiting for people to post my photos with the captions I wish I could give them on my main account.

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Woof woof my daddy 🥴🥴

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Anywayyyyy cheater!yunho continuation and badboy!yunho continuations coming soon OOOOPS OOPS OOPS

Yunho singing "Yeah I could be gentle but that ain't what you like" while looking and sounding like this... Stop the damn show

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I was going to just comment but it was getting long.

I've been to citifield 3x (once ateez, 2x skz).

In terms of citifield WITHOUT VIP. Citi Field tends to treat kpop shows like conventions which IMO is kinda cute! There is hair tinseling, random play dances, and of course merch ahead of the official show. The lines get hella long and winding.

If you need help day of don't ask security. They're basically useless. Instead find folk in official Mets/Citi Field gear and ask them, they're usually a bit better informed (i think the person i asked was wearing a red "Guest Services" vest).

If you're coming from the 7 train, which a lot of people will be, it's super easy. The 7 train brings you right up to the south parking lot and the "main hub" of activity for the day. Citi Field staffs this area well as they know/hope most people will use public transportation. Honestly I've NEVER Uber'd in or out and it always looks like a mess and is so expensive. I've never driven in so unfortunately the parking mess I have no comment on. i'm sorry! I'm a loser with no license!

Because you're on floor, I believe you'll enter using the bull pen gates which if you get off the train at the south lot and look at the stadium are to the right. The line will likely be hella fucking long and clash with several others.

In terms of security it's been a mixed bag for me on how thorough they were. For Ateez and SKZ D1 they barely searched my clear bag but for SKZ D2 they were pretty thorough (I think because of the water gun incidents). All of the "allowed" items are fairly standard. I've had a mixed experience with security during the concert. For the last tour they did not let people at the corner or sides of the barricade go to the barricade and there was a weird wide margin between the seats and the barricade. Occasionally people would try to run forward and stand at barricade (no where near their seat) and security would be honestly...kind of a dick about it. not just to the person but the entire area and have everyone stop enjoying the show to show them their tickets. I understand they're trying to do their jobs but i missed a good chunk of the show because someone on the other side of the row didn't want to sit in their seat.

If there is a rain delay (let's hope not but...hahahaha) get yourself UP a couple floors. A lot of people stop at the first concourse which is a miserable experience. Get a couple floors up and grab yourself a drink, it's much better up there.

VIP-

So this is just based on personal experience and i'm going to exclude Livenation/VIPNation shows from this because they work a little differently.

I've already gotten my VIP emails for some of the shows coming up this next week so if you're the ticketholder you should receive this as well. It contains the timeline for the day! Not sure which flavor of VIP you got so i'll try to note differences when I can.

Check in! This year in the email they're stressing that you MUST have the original purchaser ID. I've already emailed to ask if this means the account holder ID or the credit card holder ID (for me these are different). HISTORICALLY AEG/Powerhouse have not cared as much about this. Especially with seats. That said, it's a new year new tour. If you CAN get the original purchaser ID, do that. They'll also ask you to show your ticket ON your ticket app (Ticketmaster, Ballpark, AXS) and not just on the wallet. They'll give you your VIP gift bag, lanyard, and a wristband for floor access.

Ult VIP will be asked to show up the earliest because they have the whole bullshit "preparty" to attend. The biggest difference last year between ult and atiny (besides where you sat) was this party where...i guess you got food and a non-alcoholic themed drink along with a single PVC lucky draw. It's...fine? It's honestly just nice to be out of the sun, otherwise not much else here.

Atiny and Fantasy(Sector) show up later for soundcheck. I think like 4:30pm? The email will say and if you don't get the email USUALLY someone posts it to Twitter. I recommend getting there a bit earlier as it already sounds like you're doing.

Soundcheck! So soundcheck is pretty fun! They play 3 songs from the setlist and it's really mostly about interacting with the VIPs. HISTORICALLY they've said no recording but then been fine with it. Weirdly enough did have a run in with the Prudential Center security about this on the BTW tour but I digress, MOST of the time recording is fine. It lasts about 20 minutes and then the boys leave the stage.

Then you have the LONGEST fucking wait of your life while the rest of the audience is seated. I think usually it takes about 1.5hrs. I would use this time and like IMMEDIATELY run to merch/bathroom/atiny zone lines. You have the advantage of already being inside before the REAL lines start to form.

Then the show starts WAHOO MIND BLOWING YAAAAAAS

SEND OFF ULT AND ATINY ONLY (Goodbye fantasy vip) Fucking send off. I'm going to base off of last year but who fucking knows how it'll be this year!

You'll be asked to move to a section of the venue that is NOT your seat so they can start clearing floor and deconstructing the stage. Powerhouse/AEG Staff will then select random rows to go to another room to wait for send off. This part is honestly the top stressful moments of life but you'll be called eventually.

Then you wait and nervously chatter with the Atiny around you. The guys will come out. There are a bunch of fucking arbitrary ass rules that change what it seems like per fucking stop. In general I'd recommend easily identifiable Ateez branded merch like photo cards or albums, and hand held. Random rules that applied to some stops (and members) but not others - no signing tech items, no special marker colors, no signing banners, no signing flags.

If you aren't barricade your best bet is to make meaningful eye contact with the poor bastard person managing the member. Yes you might not get your interaction with the member but you at least get your item signed!

Members literally take like 2seconds to come by, it's VERY VERY VERY and i cannot say VERY enough VERY fast. Try to preplan something nice to say about the show, this isn't the time for difficult questions. I've seen people try to treat this like a fansign and it's more like a hi-bye event.

I hope that helps but i'm always an open inbox! I'm going to the first show so...ahahahahahahahha I'll probably post something.

the way i am so peak anxious for these concerts because im going alone and have so much anxiety about: travel, driving to and from, parking, my outfit, my tickets not working, my phone dying, being late, being early, what im bringing, what im not bringing, not to mention the entire soundcheck and vip experience for baltimore i’m— and that doesn’t even touch how anxious i am to just be in public and try to make friends!!!!!!! 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

anyways you guys know that reddit post of the person who had anxiety about going to subway and so some redditor walked them through every step of subway? i quite literally need someone to tell me that for how citifield works as a venue and then how soundcheck and vip works just in general (thankfully at baltimore and not a huge spot like citified) so if anyone has helpful info that would make me less panicked please share 🤲🏻 this is not my first concert obviously but it’s my first vip and probably my only one so i’m weirdly nervous about messing it up and missing some part of the experience

this is also to say…… while i’m very anxious, i will be at both the nyc show and the baltimore show!! im most likely showing up early and will just be milling around trying to not feel awkward but if anyone wants to meet or say hi, let me know!! 🩷

for nyc im in section a7 and for baltimore im section 2, barricade at the front right corner of the extended stage.

i sadly don’t have any time to make freebies or anything, but i’ll be around if anyone wants to chill and grab a drink or something before the shows!

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i wanna write but idk whattttttt helpppppp

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i'm ovulating or w/e yeosang's insta name is

jeeEEEEZUS christ

just imagine him looking down at you like this while you're on your knees for him OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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oh fuck ya'll i figured out how i'm ending cheater!yunho saga LMAO

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it's crazy, you'd think mingi or yunho or san were my biases with how much i fucking carnally want them but nah, it's fucking KIM MOTHERFUCKING HONGJOONG who i want but in a more "lets stay up til 3am watching our favorite music videos together and recommending each other songs" sort of way.

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what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

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HONGJOONG 250225 ©fancam by me

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i go on tumblr i get a new fetish i go on instagram i get a new body dysmorphia i go on amazon.com i get a new bottle of vitamins cause i been needing those

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asking him if he wants to try pup play and then hitting him with my car while I back out of my driveway

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i think a lot of people have their favorite mental stories/worlds to think about to songs or before we go to bed and i keep meaning to write mine down.

it's a san x reader multi-chapter story. Wooyoung is a mutual friend of the reader and san. During college, san and wooyoung had a D/s relationship but were not romantically involved. reader is an anxious person who really doesn't admit it to themselves. after running into san during a night of drinking too much, the following morning san suggests the reader tries being tied up. the reader agrees but makes him swear not to tell ANYONE even wooyoung. eventually san suggests being his sub to the reader, in a similar arrangement to the one he had with Wooyoung, without any penetration or feelings involved.

Although San is usually good at this eventually he falls for the reader. To try to mitigate it, he breaks off the arrangement. This is unbenounced to Wooyoung, who keeps inviting the two of them out places, so San's feelings continue to develop. Unused to being unable to manage his feelings he goes out for a night of drinking. Of course, it's San, he's not good at drinking. The reader eventually finds him on a park bench, blurry eyed and singing, and gets him back to his apartment where he confesses why he broke off the arrangement and that he wants to keep seeing the reader but romantically.

and then there is a very cute chapter where they get to go on a real date and then fuck. eeeeeeeeeee it's very happy as repayment for the angst.

Then they keep fucking and dating and they keep not telling wooyoung because it never seems like the right time. Then the reader has to go on a work trip so they give wooyoung the keys to water their plants while they're gone. They get home early and San surprises them by picking them up at the airport and driving them home. San and the reader are ABOUT to fuck (or maybe mid idk haven't plotted) and Wooyoung bursts through the door ready to be a welcome party.

Wooyoung is temporarily upset as FUCK and dramatic about it. As he's the one who introduced you he feels that he should've been the first to know, even though no one really knows now anyway ("what am i supposed to do, change my facebook relationship status?" "YES!" "What are we, twelve?").

This is where the details stop because while i know i want it to end like a shakespearean comedy (wooyoung gets married to his partner, the reader and san get engaged), i'm not sure how to get there exactly. but also getting all the bits and bobs down on paper has been actual hell. so. idk if i'll ever release it.

i also want to transfer my stories to ao3 but i get the sense that they're less into y/n or x reader fics 'round those parts so i'm a bit hesitant.

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quick jongho hard thought because wake up choreo exists

i keep seeing on other social media people talking about how mingi and san both like to watch it go in but can I offer that Jongho does as well?

idk if anyone else has watched a fancam of his for wake up but let me use that as the basis for this illustration. in the fancam he stares down as he holds his belt and unlike the rest of the members he JUST rolls his hips.

Imagine that but instead of his thumb looped through his belt buckle, it's pressed to the bit of flesh above his length, supporting the rest of his thick cock as he pushes slowly in. His eyes focused on your trembling legs and tightening stomach as he stretches you to your limit. His gaze flicks lower to where you meet and the vision makes him feel positively feral. Lips hugging tightly to him as he remains only half buried inside. That same hand slides down to lazily circle your clit, more to comfort than arouse. "Just a little more, don't worry, it'll fit."

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Here we go, an update to cheater!yunho series. I should name this something.

Pairing: yunho x reader WC: 3.5k Summary: Late poor decisions turn into mistakes. Mistakes that Yunho is all too happy to capitalize on.

As per usual this is 18+ PWP content. Please DNI if you are not 18+ for my PERSONAL boundaries!!! Nothing against you, i'm sure you're very mature for your age but to me you are babby.

Also this is FICTION. This is not meant to represent Yunho or Ateez or any people in real life. Please do NOT use this as a fucking moral guide or sex ed oh my god please.

Also so sorry no editing i cannot be arsed.

TW/CW: Dubious consent framed sort of like coercison (reader doesn't say no but she doesn't really say yes), cumming inside, cumming on(reader receiving), unprotected p in v, cheating.

His shoulder has a small hair sticking out from it. Was it always there? Were you just noticing it now? The urge to grasp it and pull it out almost overtakes you as you stare at it. Its the only thing you can stare at except from your own plain eggshell white ceiling. The juncture where his shoulder meets his neck, your bedside, or the ceiling.

"Gunna -hngh- cum," he manages to strangle out. Right. You're fucking him. Or he's fucking you.

You're lucky that kegels were all over your tiktok for you page. Squeezing yourself internally you groan. If he actually knew what you sounded like you'd be in trouble, the acting job was subpar. "Me-me too. Oh my god. Babe- make sure to -ugh- pull out okay?"

He nods into your shoulder as he grunts. His hips start to stutter and almost as if it was rehearsed both of you pull away from eachother, his hand grasping and pumping as you arch your back away from the mattress. Just like the girls in porn do it, although you hope you're more convincing. The choked groan sounds grotesque as white hot cum splatters your stomach. It's hard to hide your disdain even cloaked in the glow of the garage lights filtering through the curtains.

Your boyfriend doesn't admire his handy work for long. Maybe seconds, maybe less, before he toddles off to the bathroom to wash himself off. Not even so much as offering a glass of water to you, or a tissue to wipe off what he'd left. Yunho would never.

Right, because Yunho would've just cum inside of you. Not that you'd have bothered to tell him to pull out anyway.

Your upper lip curls, nose scrunching as you wipe away the cooled remnants with your boyfriends boxers that he'd left crumpled on the floor. It feels like congealed snot caught in a handkerchief. You grimace to stop yourself from gagging.

These weren't things you thought about when it was Yunho that you were fucking.

Curled up on opposite ends of the couch you hardly look like lovers. The tips of your toes barely graze the fabric of his sweats. Your boyfriend is enraptured by whatever is on the tv as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, trying to silence any thoughts at all. You can only play the role of loving girlfriend for so long. You know that.

Your contact turns from green to blue on Yunho's phone. He smiles to himself. He knew you'd be back.

"Was it that bad?" He types out quickly and hits send without a second thought. Smirking to himself. A bubble with three dots appears briefly. He's stuck staring at your contact, waiting for it to turn green again, for you to block him again. No response, but you remain blue.

"I know you're thinking about me," he hits send as fast as the first time. "Should the big bad boss come steal the princess from the plumber?" He adds a winky face for good measure. Something to rile you up.

The dots stay up for longer this time. Nothing comes of it. You remain silent, a mystery to him. All he's left with is the fact that you've unblocked his number, for now at least. He leaves it there to slide over to Instagram, you hadn't bothered to block him there, in part he assumed to show off just how well you were doing without him. He taps your profile and hits "message", swiping up to disappearing mode without thinking.

You're really trying to focus on whatever your boyfriend has fallen asleep to watching. The mental itch to touch your phone is almost painful. If you pick up your phone you might do something you'll regret. Something you'd regret more than all the things you've already done. The buzz of the phone against the couch cushion momentarily rouses your boyfriend. Not enough for him to open his eyes but enough for him to shift deeper into the cushions. He at least was satisfied.

Meanwhile your body is throbbing into insanity. Eyes flicking from him to the tv to the phone. It vibrates again and he doesn't wake. Would Yunho bother to message a third time? What could he even say in a text? He isn't stupid. It could be someone else, another friend, a facebook notification, even a news alert. The buzz didn't have to be him.

With a shaky exhale you unlock your phone. It's an Instagram notification, from him. You practically vault up from the couch, stomach clenched fully, running to the bathroom.

"Yunho has turned on disappearing messages" sits at the top of the chat. An ominous bubble sits waiting for you to click it. A video. You lower your phones volume and curl in close. There's no reason to open it, there's no reason that he should be sending you any sort of message at this time of night, after all that has happened. It could be blackmail, it could be a video of you and him. So you click it.

The happy background noise of a dog cafe throws you off. A happy face of a cute puppy trots into view, waiting for pets. A hand, Yunho's hand, reaches out from behind the camera. Long fingers carding through the soft fur of the puppy, tongue lolling out in bliss. "Good girl," Yunho coos. "Such a pretty girl. You like that don't you?" He continues to pet the dog. Veins cross the back of his hand. Slender wrist flexing as he scratches behind the puppy's ears. Fuck him. His fingers curl and straighten. You forget there is a dog there, transfixed by the motion, by his gentle laugh. "That's my good girl."

The video ends as Yunho chuckles, the dog rolling to its back.

"Whoops, wrong chat. Have a good night." It's shameful how much one stupid video affects you. "You were always a shit liar." You shoot back without thinking. "Give me 20." "No." "Fine, 10. I'll be down the block."

Sweats, no bra, ratty shirt, keys, and your jacket. The heal of your slides barely pops over your foot as you cross the threshold of your apartment. No excuse necessary to the boyfriend, he's still asleep on the couch, instead you leave a note and a glass of water near him. A simple "out for a bit, back soon" without elaboration. Liars always over-elaborate. You're not lying. You're just not telling the whole truth.

"Hello Princess," Yunho's shit eating smirk is barely hidden by the glow of the streetlamps. You stand with the door open, legs refusing to get in. "Go ahead. Say you were right. I'm waiting." "I don't need to, you know that."

Half of you wants to slam the door and walk away. That's the good option or at least neutral option. The other half, the lower half, needs him. Your grip on the door tightens as you groan. The anguish of your halves tearing you apart weighs on your shaking knees. "What do you want, Yunho?" "You." "You had me. You're such a fucking liar," your voice trembles as it raises. You can feel the air in the neighborhood shift uneasily. "Get in the car," his voice in comparison is eerily calm. "Talk to me." Your heart wills your brain to act. You sit, shutting the door behind you.

"Now what about you? What do you want? Getting into your ex's car late at night after a subpar fuck from your current beau really..." Yunho sucks in his breath. "It's a choice." Staring straight ahead you have no answer for him. There's no answer even for yourself. Every other time you could claim you were a victim of gravitational pull, of circumstance, of happenstance. Places you couldn't necessarily run away from him. There was some culpable deniability. However here, now, in the middle of the night you'd run towards the red taillights of his car, knowing exactly what was coming for you. There was no one but yourself to blame.

"I want you to fuck me." Yunho nods. "Can you drive like...somewhere else?" He takes the car out of park, the wheels slowly rolling forward as his foot comes off the break. "Don't wanna fuck where your neighbors could see?" Your stomach twists again with guilt. The silence fills your ears as Yunho drives. The only break in the whir of the engine is the gentle thud of the tires over the cracks in the pavement.

"I don't love you. I don't even think I like you. I just want you to fuck me." Yunho grins. Wanting him was enough, the seed of the idea left to grow. It wouldn't be long, even if you were continuing to deny it. "Right Princess, you were pretty clear about wanting to fuck." "I love my boyfriend." He chuckles to himself. The words sounded so hollow as they floated in the air between you. He didn't need to point out the obvious. No matter how much he wanted to, he had you now and could lose you again just as fast. "Where did you tell him you were going?" "I didn't."

Yunho pulls into the darkest section of the overflow parking lot just outside the mall. Broken streetlight paired with lax security, he knew the spot well. Parking quickly he pushes his seat back as far as it will go and unbuckles both of your seatbelts. You stare at him, dumbfounded as he pulls out a dashboard reflector and pops it into the front window, the sides already benefiting from being heavily tinted. "Really?" You ask incredulously. "Yeah, you want a blanket or-" "Really." Yunho can hear the disapproval without seeing your face. "You said you wanted to fuck. If you wanted something else you should've asked." He pats his lap. "Climb on in, plenty of space for you, princess." The lights in the car finally dim and flicker out. "Wow, even less romantic than he-" There's not a lot that angers Yunho but you sure knew how to find what would. He reaches over between your legs and pulls the bar that unlocks the seat to push yours back to match his, practically knocking the wind out of you as it jolts to the end of the track. "Don't make me come over there instead. It's not my preferrence but I'll make it work."

Your pulse quickens. Coaxing one leg over, his hands hold your waist steady, The seat creaks as you lean your elbows into the backrest, just over Yunho's shoulders. He lets his hands travel up your torso as you try to find a comfortable position. Somehow they always seem to dwarf you in their grasp. "No bra?" He cups your breast in is palm, the answer obvious to both of you. Your nipple peaks through the space between his fingers. Yunho doesn't miss the opportunity to lightly squeeze you, earning a small gasp from you. It hadn't even been that long since he last heard them and still he missed it. "You can be loud here, no ones coming for at least the next hour, even with the car parked." You don't ask how he knows that. Instead you allow your eyes to close as he pushes your shirt up just enough to put his lips around your other nipple, carefully tracing his tongue around it. He suppresses a chuckle as you squirm in his lap. It's cute that you still don't know where to put your hands, attempting to run your fingernails along his scalp before your finger involuntarily grip with a fresh wave of arousal. As much as you know how to push his buttons, he can press yours right back.

"Why- why pants-" Yunho is breathless as he fumbles with the elastic waistband of your sweats. Finally shoving his hand down the front, his fingers run along the sticky patch clinging to your cunt. "You know I've gotta stretch you out." It takes everything within Yunho to not add a snide remark towards the other man. Not now, while your practically melting in his arms. "Yuyu," you gasp as he slides a finger inside of you. The almost pathetic whine that accompanies his pet name has his head spinning as the blood in his brain empties south to his cock.

Your walls clamp around his finger as you pant. The angle Yunho's arm is at is awful for his wrist but he bears it, sliding in a second alongside the first and curling both forwards in you. He finds the spot easily, your forehead pressing into his shoulder harder as he grazes over it again and again. "That's my good girl," he mutters. The vibration of a muffled groan shakes through his shoulder. Your hips eagerly grind down, wanting just a bit more, a bit faster. He wants to give all of that to you and more but.... "-Fuck this angle-" he grimaces, pulling his fingers from you and licking them clean. "Why," you whine. Less of a question more of a vocalization of your disappointment. "Can you just fuck me already?" "If you'd given me 20 minutes and not 10..." Yunho grunts. "Don't want you to go through the effort and leave disappointed."

There's some careful limb tetris that happens to get you out of your sweats, but it happens. Yunho simultaneously reaching back and grabbing the large wool blanket from the seats to drape over you. Soon it would be summer and this wouldn't be an issue. Sundresses, his cock twitches thinking about it. Sundresses and sleep shorts with nothing underneath. Instead of repositioning you in his lap, he leads you to sit on one thigh. Hands coaxing you down harder against his flexed quad. It's enough to get the idea of what he wants you to do. His thighs are slim but powerful, like his hands. "Gonna make sure you're nice and ready for me this time. No complaining, hm?" Yunho whispers close to your body. Dragging your hips over him, you find yourself clinging with your arms wrapped around his neck. Panting as arousal pools in your gut, your essence fully leaking through your panties onto him. It helps that he sounds so good, smells so good. His vocalizations rarely leave the low airy grumble in his chest as he brings you to your first gentle orgasm, your own thighs locking and seizing around his.

Yanking you up towards his middle, Yunho presses the waistband of his pants down just enough to free his length. Velvety, veiny, and large, just as you remembered. Not that it had been particularly long since you'd last experienced it but admittedly it had been some time since you'd dared to look. "Open your mouth any wider and I'll think it's an invitation," Yunho cups your chin in his palm, thumb brushing over your lower lip. You hadn't even noticed you were gaping at him. "Don't worry, I'm good at making it fit." He scoots down a bit to help, seat as reclined as possible, looking up at you with a dopy grin and half lidded puppy eyes. Watching your face change as he fills you almost excruciatingly slowly is his favorite part. Your tight walls flutter as they stretch to accommodate him. Warm and wet and all his. Thighs trembling as you lower yourself was just the icing on the cake.

Taking advantage of your shirt hanging loosely, Yunho runs his hands up your front to pinch and play with your hardened nipples again. You squirm almost three quarters of the way full of him, bouncing almost in microscopically out of instinct. You'd always liked the extra attention. "You're doing so well," he coos with a harder tug. "Just a little more to go." "Yuyu," you whine. "What?" "You know!" He giggles as he kisses your chest and feels you writhe. Neither one of you bothers to stifle your moans as your wriggling finally sheethes him fully inside of you. Slowly your hips roll, grinding your front against him.

"No marks," you manage to whisper as you feel his teeth graze you. "Yuyu-please-" "He'll just think it's his." Yunho barely muffles his own editorializing in your flesh. His hands hold you fast to him, leverage for your winding. Kisses continuing to litter faint bruises in shaded places, he ignores your request. You don't press him on it. It feels too good to have his lips coveting you. Both of you move slowly, the lack of space is difficult but not impossible. Pressed together, chest to chest, exchanging heartbeats and heat. Yunho's arms snake around you, clinging to you. In the dark ocean of the night all he needs is you. Your tiny gasps and whines. Your warmth. Your love.

"God, I feel so-" your lips can't finish the sentences you start. Bodily fluids cling and slip between the two of you, the fabric of his pants slowly darkening with dampness. Your bounces slow, letting your hips take control. "-I know, Princess. You're all stuffed full aren't you?" He teasing tone makes your walls clench. Rocking up into you, pushing into your flesh as deep as he can go. "Yuyu I can't," you start to pout, "I'm so close but I can't." Your legs shake and twitch. Riding him like this is exhausting. "Want me to make you cum?" "Yeah." His hands drop to your hips as he slides down the chair. Jamming his shoulders back for leverage he plants his feet and presses his hips upwards, the position is uncomfortable but your expression immediately changes. Eyes rolled back, you groan. The sweet spot found. Yunho's smile becomes infuriatingly smug, holding your hips and hammering up into that tender area. The entire car shakes with you. His arms help you bounce with him, hoisting you up against gravity just to use it to slam himself deeper.

You grip the shoulder of the seat behind him, knuckles turning white as your core winds itself tightly. Yunho watches your brows knit as your walls clamp down around him, mouth open in a silent scream as air is trapped in your lungs. When you cum, you're silent except for your haggard breaths. He fucks you through it, close to his own climax. "You shouldn't-inside-we shouldn't-" you mutter like a woman possessed. "Shouldn't or don't?" Yunho grunts. "Tell me not to cum inside you and I won't." "Yunho," you whine. All of your faculties are stunted by your base needs. "Otherwise I'm going to cum so deep in you that it'll still be dripping out tomorrow. You'd like that wouldn't you? Bet it'd make your cunt clench." "Fuck- yuyu!" "Tell me now. Shouldn't or don't?"

Your climax is a blinding white behind your eyelids, lips crashing into his with a force that surprises even you. Pulling him up, closer, as if you could steal his aura through willpower alone. Take back the part of you that won't let him go with a single kiss. That only happens in fairy tales. Instead he leans up with you, hands slipping up to cradle your back as he empties himself in you. Groaning into eachother's mouths as refractory shocks travel between. Your kisses become competition, leaving both of your lips swollen and raw until you finally give in and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

Slowly softening inside of you, the mixture of fluids have started to drip down his length. Yunho knows he's on borrowed time at this point. Someone has to have noticed at this point. A security guard somewhere or maybe even the man haunting your apartment. He jostles the shoulder your head is rested on lightly, "we have to clean up." "Why'd you have to cum inside?" You sound half asleep and petulant. "You didn't say not to." He's right but- Yunho holds you tightly as he leans to the side, fishing a box of tissues from the back. Always prepared, like a good boy scout. Always willing to help. Trying to leave things better than he found them.

The ride back is silent, one hand on your thigh and one on the wheel. Streetlights burn warmly yet still seem lonely as they stand alone to guide you home. Your finger itch as you fight the urge to hold his hand, interlace your fingers with his. "Stop here." You croak, strangely robotically. Pulling over to the very end of your block. Makes sense to Yunho. Best not to pull up to the doorstep with your ex in the early morning. "Let me know how the drips go," he winks expectantly. Your steely expression sinks his stomach. "Don't call me, don't text me, don't check in on me, don't show up to any of my friend's events. Pretend this never happened, pretend we never happened. Pretend I died if you have to. I never want to see you or hear from you again. Understand?" All the wind is knocked from him. For the first time he feels at a loss for words. He winces. It looks like a small nod. "Goodbye Yunho. Good luck with...well. Goodbye."

Obviously this is not goodbye but we're about to see a bit from yunho's perspective. spoilers he's not really a good guy.

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[multiwreckedmess]

A short boyfriend!san imagine while i work on the longer and less lovely cheater!yunho story. Yunsan are the two that i'm most clinically certifiable over of ateez despite my bias being neither of them.

anyway here is san with a breeding kink enjoy!

(standard, this doesn't rep san/ateez, under 18 pls no touch for my comfortability thank YEW it is not meant for you)

Imagine waking up in San's arms the morning after. Still exhausted and a little sore from the preview 6-8hrs prior. He's curled around you, a small whistle-wheeze escaping his nose. Half hard morning wood pressed into your ass cheek, you can't help but wiggle back into him to see what happens.

He whines, the tone falling to a low gravelly groan, pulling you tighter to him as his hips rock up into you. A small wet kiss plants itself on the nape of your neck. You press back again as he pulses against you again, quickly turning from relaxed sleepiness to hazy horiness.

"You feel good." San tries to turn you over gently to face him. "I have morning breath," you giggle and dodge. His hands are imprecise as they wander and tug at your sleepwear, discarding what little you'd put on with ease. "I don't care. Let me kiss you." You whine again in protest, dodging him playfully, so he goes for your collar bones. Then lower. And lower. Until his lips hover over your breast. Breath tickling as he looks up at you, studying your expression, checking in to make sure his next move is okay. You're smiling. He's smiling. The kiss is gentle, feather light, your back arches into it wanting more.

"Did you mean it?" You barely breathe. "Yeah, wanna kiss you everywhere." You exhale sharply as his lips tickle your stomach. "No, what you said last night." San stops mid track to just below your belly button. "About moving in?" Your knees knock together adorably as your shyness takes hold. Despite being laid bare before him your eagerness to be domestic feels like more exposure. "Yeah that and...." you close your eyes and turn your head from him.

San climbs back over you, balanced on one elbow as he lines himself up with your slit. The wet tip of his cock lays over your mound, ready for another round. "...And?" He smiles gently and kisses your neck, listening to your subvocalized whimpers. "...having a baby..." you nudge. A half gravely chuckle catches in his throat. Hand wrapped around his shaft he presses forward into you, the remnants of last night easing the drag, the stretch a dull ache. "Yeah, 'wanna have kids." He laughs internally as he watches your face flash with frustration before returning to pleasure. "Nooo~ Sannie~," the aegyo in your voice slips out naturally. Your eyes roll as he slowly rocks the two of you together. "What~?" His tone lightly mocks yours, nuzzling into the side of your neck. "Wanted me to say it the other way?" He feels you nod enthusiastically, arms crossing over his shoulders to hold on as his pace quickens. "Want me to say I'm gonna put a baby in you?"

He hits the nail on the head, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Make you mine. All pretty and swollen with my child. Want me to knock you up, pretty?" Your fingers tighten on his back. The pain makes his eyelids flutter. He's got you where he wants you. "You mean it? You sure?" You're practically begging in his ear. "I'll keep going til it takes. Promise."