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redzie02 · 14 days ago

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the beast that is yet to come

pairing: upgraded original vampire!chan x afab!witch!reader

warnings: reader is an ex-regent witch, depictions of light gore and death (just in the beginning!), telepathy, mind/dream manipulation (established consent implied), dream sex, cunnilingus, rimming, spanking, edging, somnophilia, unprotected sex

a/n: here i am with another vampire diaries/the originals inspired fic all thanks to miss railway… set in the same universe as rsvp! although living in a world where chan and minho “dislike” each other makes me want to scream and cry and die lol. i couldn’t tell if he was a vampire or werewolf in the railway unveil, so thank god he can be both! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the ancestors hated vampires. the majority of witches throughout your city did too, it’s a well known fact and is still true, but the ancestors harbored a hatred so heavy that you felt it even when you weren’t speaking with them.

they already thought you were a sympathizer. you weren’t, not really. maybe you sympathized more than the regent of the nine covens should have, but your lack of willingness for their orders didn’t stem from sympathizing with vampires, no, it was brought about solely by your distrust of the ancestors. the lone reason you weren’t shunned by your coven as a whole was because the only thing the ancestors hated more than vampires were original vampires, and despite his status in the city, the lees posed a bigger threat at the time than chris ever could.

that’s not the case anymore.

while your distrust and lack of loyalty to the ancestors is what eventually stripped your regency from you, you held onto it for as long as you did because many years ago, you carried out the ancestors’ dirty work without question, without hesitation, all to bring him back.

for the ancestors, it was an opportunity to exterminate the lee clan as a whole, drive them out of the city at the very least. for you, it was an opportunity to bring the love of your life back from the dead and to give him something he could never give himself.

chris took the vial with him before meeting minho and felix on the bridge. what happened next is spotty, you don’t know all the gory details and perhaps you never will because to this day it’s too painful of a memory for chris to discuss willingly. you aren’t sure if you could bear the full truth anyway. you do know, though, that his heart was ripped from his chest, held beating and bloody in felix’s hand as chris plummeted lifeless into the water below.

he woke up on the bottom of the river hours later with bright red eyes and double canine fangs protruding from his gums, deep purple veins crawling down his face.

you crafted the serum yourself. on sacred ground, right where the lees were turned into the first family of vampires to ever roam the earth. a jerry-rigged immortality elixir imbued with hard sought lee blood to bind it, along with deadly werewolf venom and even deadlier white oak, giving chris the power to become stronger than any and all original vampires.

the only downside is that he had to die in order for it to take effect.

the bite of a werewolf, the type of strength even the lees couldn’t possess. powers of compulsion, telepathy, and speed. chris was and is the ultimate predator, the upgrade, the apex.

the beast.

yet the beast remains kind, filled with boundless love for the ones dearest to him and the beautiful city he calls home. love endures even for the lees, the people he once called family and is just now learning to trust again. felix can still hardly look him in the eyes. they’re discolored now, one white and one deep brown, a random side effect from the serum you suppose. even minho recognizes the mercy he was shown by chris, daggered and imprisoned for years rather than being slaughtered like was originally intended by your ancestors and an angry, impulsive chris.

the only person on this planet more powerful than chris would have been you if you still were the regent. the combined power of the ancestors helped you create the serum, so they could help you reverse it as well. but you’re not regent anymore, and you see no need for chris’ upgraded original powers to ever be taken away. he’s too good of a man, even when he’s at his worst.

when he’s at his best, though, he’s a bit of a tease. he graces you with a sharp, dimpled grin and naughty hands, a sinful, goading voice.

you can hear it now. that’s how you know he’s home.

it’s late, too late for you to be awake, so you’re snug in bed waiting for him to come back to you. you’d fallen asleep not too long after he left, running off to do who-knows-what or take care of god-knows-who. you’re still asleep, at least partially now, too tired and comfortable to open your eyes and right on the cusp of deep sleep once more.

but your need to see him outweighs your need for slumber, so you peel open your heavy eyelids and find chris laying right between your legs. you didn’t feel him spread them, didn’t feel him lift the covers from your body or take your panties and the rest of your clothes off so that he could nose at your warm pussy.

“mm, chris?” you slur, still trying to wake yourself up.

“just me. it’s just me, sweetheart,” he mumbles. his plump lips kiss you sweetly between your legs before digging in.

his tongue laps at the give of your hole first, and he inhales against you like you’re ambrosia and he’s a starved god. chris burrows against you further, nuzzles his face right into your core to feel you deeper, kiss you hotter. your back arches when he finally dips his tongue inside of you. the pleasure is white-hot and all encompassing, it always is when chris is involved. it sounds downright sinful - your gushy cunt and the wet squelch of his dexterous tongue as he fucks you with it. your toes are beginning to curl into the sheets when he finally licks up to your swollen clit. he kisses it before sucking it into his mouth, wet with your tangy sweet arousal and now his spit, gorging himself on your taste until he’s moaning along with you.

chris brings his fingers up to pull at the mound of your cunt, spreading your lips so he can play with you more. you can feel the chill of his lapis lazuli ring against your heated flesh, and you throw your head back onto your pillow when he flicks quickly at the swollen little bud, discolored eyes watching you with an intensity only chris can provide.

“oh, fuh- fuck. baby, fuck,” you whine.

he hums, pursing his lips around your clit and sucking at it in pulsing little rhythms that make your legs quiver.

you sit up then to watch him work, watch him pleasure you, and the second you lean up onto your elbows, he’s gone.

the breath leaves your body in an instant. you’re not done breathing it back into your lungs when you notice you’re on your front now, bare tits pressed flushed to the mattress and lifted up lightly on your knees. there’s a pillow underneath your hips and two strong hands gripping your cheeks, spreading them apart.

it makes you squirm. he’s looking. you can feel it, his sharp, hungry gaze. even after countless years together and endless experimentation in bed, this still manages to make you shy.

“not- not-!” not there, you try to say, but your hips are canting back onto his handsome face despite your perpetual shyness.

he licks a warm stripe right from your pudgy clit to the furl of your asshole, and it takes the words right from your mouth. he’s just as dedicated at rimming your little hole as he is to sucking on your clit, nuzzling his head lightly to bury his face between your cheeks. chris gets you so wet there, tongues your asshole and gathers frothy spit in his mouth just to push it onto the tight little ring. it sounds just as soppy as your pussy did. chris is so good at getting you wet, at playing with your body and giving you so much pleasure that your head spins.

“‘think you like being kissed here, yeah?” he mumbles. his voice is so deep, and you whimper your agreement. it’s not a good enough answer for chris, who rears his hand back and smacks your ass in warning. despite his heightened strength, he knows just how hard you want him to spank you, he knows just what you want, always knows what you need. “use your words, sweetheart. can you do that for me?”

you whimper again, wiggling when his tongue laves between your cheeks once more. his grip tightens, fingers digging into the smarting skin where he just hit. “yes! yes, anything for you, anything- i- ohplease, i love when you kiss me there.”

you’re surprised he doesn’t make you specify where. he does sometimes, when he really wants to feel your skin warm up and see the embarrassed little curl of your lips. he’s indulging you tonight, it seems, humming his approval and licking at you again. chris’ hands smooth up and down your ass, cupping the crease right where it meets your thighs and bringing them back up to pull you closer to him by your hips.

a tight suck of his mouth has your eyes squeezing shut, and the noise it makes when his lips slip on your wet skin has your ears heating up too.

you push your ass against his face like you can’t help it. you can’t really, it feels too good you’re nearly delirious with pleasure, and chris’ groan fills the air.

you’re reaching a shaky hand underneath you to rub at your clit, and suddenly he’s gone again. you spasm, whining pitifully at the loss of sweet pressure and the loss of chris once again. you don’t know what’s going on, your sleepy, pleasure-crazed mind just doesn’t understand.

until you realize that you’re on your back again, and there’s a solid pressure at your side. you’re naked, the covers have been kicked towards the footboard of your shared bed, and chris’ knobby fingers rub expertly at your needy clit.

“‘m dreaming,” you whisper. there’s a slow kiss pressed to your temple, your cheekbone, your chin.

“yes, butterfly,” chris whispers back. he kisses it into your skin, speaks where you can feel him just as clearly as you hear him. “couldn’t fucking resist you. can’t ever resist you, baby…”

it makes more sense now.

he’s in your head. you can feel him there.

chris can’t compel you. he can’t manipulate your mind like this when you’re awake; he doesn’t usually want to anyway. your own abilities make you too strong of a being for him to even try, but when you’re asleep… when you’re sleep-soft and docile, you let him. that’s the only reason he can worm his way inside your mind, show you illusions strong enough to feel real, strong enough to almost make you cum.

you’re still not awake, but you’re coming to, more awake than you clearly must have been this entire time chris has been toying with you. for him to use his telepathy like this, he has to be touching you, it wouldn’t work any other way. with the subconscious knowledge that chris must be somewhere on the bed and touching you, you let yourself stay under.

the pads of his fingers swirl around your clit until you’re trembling. you throw a leg over his to give him more room, and chris takes it in stride. he spreads two of his fingers in a vee and brackets your swollen clit, pinching rhythmically and rubbing just how you like. your head lolls to the side to look at him. you don’t get too far because you’re too close together, forehead pressed right against the plush of his cheek, but he leans back enough to let you look at him. his eyes are warm, both of them are, loving and moony over you and your body even in your dream. especially in your dream, because he’s the one who made it.

“that’s my baby right there,” he says. your face crumples in pleasure, toes curling into the skin of his bare leg. “that’s my fucking baby right there.”

you gasp, and your eyes finally pop open.

chris is between your legs again, but it’s real this time. maybe that’s where he’s been this whole time. he’s not in your head, he’s right here with you, caressing your thighs and pushing the mushroom head of his cock into the give of your hole.

“there you are,” he breathes. “let me in. let me in, it’s just me, sweetheart, you’re so fucking good.”

you whine, nodding your head because you are. you are, you’re good for him, and you’ll let him in anywhere he pleases. into your mind, your heart and soul, the snug little places between your thighs and both sets of cheeks.

you’re still so sensitive. the dream chris gave you felt so real. it felt so real, being played with like that. now, even just the insistent press of his heavy cock has you feeling close to your peak already, the sight of his pink, sweaty face and athletic body the perfect visual to help you along. he’s biting his bottom lip, intense gaze focused on the sway of your gently bouncing breasts as he rolls his hips slowly.

chris takes his time with you, filling you inch by inch with his cock until he’s thrusting gently while you claw at him with your fingers and pull him down for needy, wet kisses.

“please fuck me, wa- want it, want it, chris, fuck me full,” you beg. he’d do anything for you on days that end in ‘y’, but when you’re this pliant, begging for him in such a sweet, sleepy voice, it suddenly feels like you’re the one with infinite power over his mind.

“i will, baby, you know i will.”

he gives it to you hard, deep, holding the backs of your thighs in a rough grip while he plows into you. you can feel him in your lungs, all the way up to your throat. his chest puffs every time you keen when he bottoms out inside your cunt. it’s messy, so messy that you’re wet down your thighs and the skin of his pelvis is sticky with your juices.

“what a good fucking cunt,” chris grits. his top lip ticks into somewhat of a snarl. you’re so dick-drunk that you almost beg to see his fangs, to see his brown eye turn blood-red and watch the veins bleed purple below his sockets. he could hurt you though, you both know it, but even when he’s losing all control, he saves the last bit of it to keep you safe.

“yes, yes, yes!”

your legs spasm when he brings his thumb down to rub at your throbbing clit. that’ll get you there, chris knows for certain and so do you, so he keeps his rhythm steady and presses his thumb against your clit to rub in tight circles.

you don’t have to tell him you’re going to cum, the roll of your eyes and your frantic grip on his bulging biceps does that for you, along with the rhythmic pulsing of your clenching pussy. you’ll milk him until he cums inside, eyes finally focusing back on him and fluttering dazedly. it’s something you know he likes, when you’re fucked out and barely there. he wants to protect you, love you, give it to you good until he has nothing left to give.

“oh my fucking gosh, that feels so—” he growls, shaking his head like the sweet clutch of your body has him deranged. “i’m gonna cum, baby, that feels so good, oh fuck.”

“please! please, you feel good. your cock feels so good, chris, cum- please cum inside me!”

he fucks you harder, bares down on your body and ruts into you until he’s filling you up just like he said he would and just like you begged for. chris trembles then, fucking you with choppy, short strokes until his aftershocks subside and he’s pulling away to find something to clean you up with.

you’re wide awake now, fucked sated and happy, wrapping around chris like a sloth when he plops down beside you after throwing the shirt he used to clean you up with in the hamper.

you squeeze him in your arms, then squeeze him again for good measure until he’s grunting dramatically and acting like he can’t breathe.

the only thing that settles you down is chris cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a warm kiss. you melt like putty beneath his gentle hands, under the tender press of his lips.

gentle. tender.

two words you'd never use to describe a beast, but they undoubtedly, perfectly describe yours.

#TOO GOOD #im insane omg i loved the originals #bang chan x reader #fave #<3

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redzie02 · 14 days ago

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obsessed with the no signal floating on the screen like it seems like their brains are on no signal mode

#PLS

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redzie02 · 18 days ago

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Bassists Do It Deeper

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, rockstar!joong, bassist!mingi, monster cawk rapper duo, voyeurism, degradation, praise, overstimulation, size kink, alcohol consumption, oral, creampie, cum eating. spit kink *not proofread, just pure horny

[THE VOICES GOT TO ME]

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Hongjoong knows about your silly lil crush on his band's bassist. So he decides to give you what you've been fantasizing about.

“Oh my sweet girl, does he feel good? Hm?” Soft caresses to your hair from Hongjoong as Mingi drives his hips deeper. You can't get the words out, too busy getting drunk off your boyfriend's friend's dick. Mingi’s got his thick, ring-clad hands around your hips, tugging your dripping cunt on his cock. He keeps bullying his thick cock into your soaked cunt.

Mingi forces your back to arch deeper, watching your pretty hole take all of him. “Fuck, baby, look at you. Your pussy just keeps sucking me in like a greedy whore.” Mingi lands a sharp smack to your ass, the metal rings making the hit sting even more. You look up, only to see Hongjoong sitting against the headboard with a drink in his hand. He sends you a wink when your eyes meet, the ice in his glass clinking as he takes a swig of it.

Mingi's eyes meet Hongjoong's as he brings a hand down to toy with your clit. Your body is overwhelmed with pleasure. So much so that you didn't even realize you tried to get away from it. Only figuring it out when Mingi grabbed onto your arms and pulled you back to him. The force he used to pull you back, had his cock driving even deeper into your cunt. Damn near hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.

Your eyes are blurry as you look up at Hongjoong, eyeing the obvious bulge in his jeans. He quirks a brow at your stare, huffing out a laugh. “You already have one cock in your pussy and you want one in your mouth too?” Mingi chuckles from behind you, sweat dripping down his neck to his chest where the fake tattoo is starting to run. You whine again, drool spilling from your lips.

Hongjoong shakes his head as he unzips his jeans, tugging them down his thighs. He didn't miss the way you licked your lips, staring intently at his leaking tip. Hongjoong threaded his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back as he tapped his throbbing cock against your lips. Your mouth fell open easily, swallowing him down just like you've been trained to do.

Hongjoong pressed his cold drink between your shoulders, smirking at how you jolt and push your mouth further along his cock. Your tongue swirls around him, tracing over the prominent veins. Coarse moans left his lips as Mingi abused your sweet cunt. Hongjoong whistled to Mingi, handing him the drink. Once Mingi held it, he pressed the cold glass to the small of your back, enjoying the way you arched further.

Mingi picked up on what Hongjoong wanted, pushing the glass against your back. Hongjoong leaned back against the headboard, his hand pressed to the nape of your neck. His eyes glazed over as he all but fucked your mouth. All you could do was let the two men have you whichever way they pleased. Hongjoong unceremoniously fucked your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he held your warm mouth on his cock.

Mingi was worse for wear, his hands are shaking as he pulls your hips back on him. Your pussy sucks him in hungrily with the lewdest squelching noises he's ever heard a pussy make. It's wet, sticky, and sloppy. Mingi all but loses himself when he hears you choke and gag around Hongjoong’s dick. His cock throbs as he pistons his hips before burying himself inside you. He moves his hand from your hip to the back of your neck, pushing you down onto Hongjoong's cock as he pinned your hips to the bed with his own.

Your pussy fluttered around his cock as he filled you up, fucking deeper into your pulsing cunt. Hongjoong grunted as you sputtered around his cock. The added weight of Mingi's strong hands has you reeling, swallowing around your boyfriend's cock. Hongjoong bucked his hips as he finally came down your throat.

You greedily swallowed it all down, pulling off of him in a daze. You stuck your tongue out for him to see. Hongjoong pressed his thumb to your tongue, holding your mouth open before he spat on it. You whimpered as you felt him spread it across your tongue. He tugged you closer, letting his tongue meddle with yours. Mingi watched with ferocious intent as you made out in front of him. His cock was already starting to twitch again.

Mingi's eyes cascaded down your body, zeroing in on your swollen cunt that's now stuffed full of his cum. He spreads your pussy open with his thumbs, watching as more of his cum flows out of you in thick globs. Mingi hadn't noticed that Hongjoong had pulled away from you, smirking at how intently he was staring at your messy cunt. “Oh bunny baby,” he says with fake concern laced in his voice. “Look at the mess you made.” Hongjoong tilts your head up as he watches your eyes glaze over. “Looks like we'll have to clean you up and stuff you full again, huh?”

Mingi hums from behind you, his thumb pressing against your twitching clit. He doesn't miss the way you clench, making more leak out of you. “Pretty bunnies like you aren't satisfied with one load, are they? Don't worry, we'll stuff you full this time.”

#first bias and latest bias in one fic #im gonna die #fave

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redzie02 · 18 days ago

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Stuffing to Give

warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, AGE GAP, reader has an asshole family, hickeys (brief mention), cumming inside, Yunho bites once, clothe tearing, no protection, size kink if you squint, Yunho says 'young pussy', stomach bulge mention

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notes! sorry I've been gone, life or whatever. buuutttt happy holidays! this fic took me too long but for being in a drought, I'm proud of it. hope you enjoy :) (divider from @/anitalenia) tag! @desirehorizon

“You know, you should be looking for a husband. Not worrying about your classes or anything like that. No man likes a woman too smart for her own good.”

It was your mom who opened the can of worms during Thanksgiving. The air was already uncomfortable being that distant family who were more like strangers sat at the dinner table, but mentioning that you’ve been single for so long, at such an ‘old age’, made everything a thousand times worse.

You’re not even old. Some would argue being in your mid-20s was still very young.

But no matter how much you’ve tried to defend yourself. No matter how many times you said you just wanted to focus on furthering your education, your aunts and uncles pressed one and one thing only.

Your uncle lifted his fork to his greasy lips, the white meat of the turkey forcing itself into his already stuffed mouth. “Y’know, your youth will only last you for so long. You’ll end up an old cat lady and regret not settling down.”

Regret. You hate that word, as if these people know anything about you, let alone have a right to say how you should live. The food you're trying to swallow feels too big for your throat. There’s a burning in your chest. A feeling you’ve tried desperately to suppress since the holidays started.

Anger. Hate. Hurt. Disgust. Fear.

You don’t want to be here anymore.

Dramatically, you throw your fork on the table. The silverware clatters harshly against your plate and bounces until it lands on the other side of the table. The chatter stops immediately, all eyes on you as you stand so quickly the chair topples to the ground.

A pin could drop and it would echo in the quiet room.

“You know what? Fuck this. Fuck you. I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me getting knocked up. It’s fucking weird. Get off my dick.”

Aunts gasp. Some Uncles laugh. But your mom, her eyes are so wide and shocked as if she wasn’t the one who started this whole issue and didn’t do anything to defend you.

Her own daughter.

“And you.” You look at her, but it’s hard when your vision blurs. “When I do find a husband, and when I do have kids, don’t expect to hear from me.”

Voices call your name as you turn away. Someone tries to hold you back by the forearm, but you tear from their grasp. Your only goal is to get the fuck out of there, heading for the front door and slamming it on your way out.

It’s cold. A gentle breeze blows your hair as you turn to the side of the house. The crunch of leaves sounds on the ground therapeutically. You can’t help but look at the pretty orange and brown beneath your feet. It’s the only thing keeping your frustrating tears from falling.

But you don’t see that there’s already someone at the side of the house with your gaze on the ground. You forget how close the houses are in this neighborhood.

“Bad day I take it?”

You lift your head, surprised to see someone already at your spot. The sun is setting despite the early hours. The only thing illuminating his face are the porch lights. His cheekbones are high. His brown hair is decorated with a few gray strands, framing his handsomeness perfectly. His lips curve into a smile, but more friendly than humorous.

Shit, you’re staring. “Oh you know, just family butting in when they shouldn’t.”

He grins at that. “Ah, good ol’ holiday joy. I can’t stand them either. Pretending they know me when they don't.”

Relief settles on your shoulders. At least you aren’t alone. “I know right? They change my diaper once and suddenly think they know what’s good for me.”

The man laughs. His smile lines deepen at his lips and his eyes close for a brief moment. You smile at him.

“I know the feeling all too well.” He studies you when he opens his eyes again, gaze dropping to your nylon-covered legs and the cut of your dress. He travels up to your face smoothly. “What was your name?”

It takes a second for the effect of his gaze to fade, but you manage to tell him. “I’m studying Chemistry right now. On my way to getting a Masters.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh wow! That’s really impressive! You look too young to have all that under your belt already.”

His compliments make you burn. “Oh, thank you. I just study hard.” You tuck a strand of hair that blows annoyingly in your face. “And you are...?”

“Yunho.”

You furrow your eyebrows together. “You know? No, I don’t think I do.”

He looks just as confused, but then realization settles on his face and he laughs again. This time, he clutches his stomach and bends over, getting close to your bubble. Not that you mind, you like the smell of his light, earthy cologne.

“No- not ‘you know.’ Yunho. Y-U-N-H-O.”

That smile is still on his face when it clicks in your mind. You feel your face burn from embarrassment, covering your mouth with cold fingers. “Oh my god. I’m such an idiot. Yunho. Okay, I get it.”

You’re still burning when he chuckles again, deep and velvety. “No worries. I think that’s the first time that’s happened to me.”

The two of you laugh once more before you settle into silence. The quiet doesn’t last long when he asks, “So why are you out here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Maybe it’s the warm, pleasant feeling in your stomach from talking to Yunho, but you don’t have an ounce of hesitation in telling him. “My family has always bugged me about starting a family. The moment I graduated high school, it’s like the only thing I’m good for now is popping out babies.”

Yunho scoffs. His jaw clenches attractively and you hate how your legs press together upon the sight.

“I know completely where you’re coming from. Trust me, that nagging never goes away. I’m already well above my prime and my brothers still bother me about finding a wife. With all this gray hair? I don’t think the ladies would want an old man like me.”

A demon must possess you because you speak before you can even think. “What? Yunho, I know we just met, but you’re like…very attractive. Finding a wife won’t be hard for you, even if you think you’re old.”

The lift of his eyebrow says it all. He’s shocked, at the very least. He stands straighter, towering over you. You hadn’t realized he was leaning against the wall to appear smaller, but his height stuns you.

He cocks his head to the side. “You think so?”

It takes a moment to gather your thoughts. His defined chest shows through his black turtleneck, nipples pebbling in the cold. His lithe arms wrap over his chest, adding to the clothed cleavage. If his upper body looks this good underneath clothes, you can’t even imagine anything less.

“I…” Fuck it. “Yeah. I do. You’re tall, handsome, fit, and some chicks dig older guys.”

He scoffs a little, but it’s more from embarrassment than pride. His full cheeks blush further and you know it’s not from the cold. If you manage to play your cards right, you can ditch your family dinner for a different type of feast.

Yunho’s smile turns darker, more sinister as he looks down at you through his bangs. “Oh yeah? What type of chicks?”

“If you want to get specific, maybe the one standing in front of you.”

His grin deepens. Bingo.

His car is nice. Like, really nice. The seats are leather and he's got interior lights that shine when he opens the passenger car door for you.

What a gentleman.

But it’s his flat that impresses you the most. The ones you see are usually in the movies, either too small for any average person to live in or big enough for a whole town. Yunho has the latter.

You want to compliment him. Or more so, ask what type of job he has to afford all this space, but the large hands on your back push you to the bedroom and remind you why you’re here in the first place.

He doesn’t bother closing the door when you two make it to his room. Yunho cranes his neck down, lips ghosting over your own before he finds your neck instead. You lean to one side, hands going up his back trailing to his hair that you intertwine with your fingers. His mouth is so warm on your cold skin. It has you shaking for a brief moment before you get used to his heat.

Yunho starts with pecks. His lips feel plush and delicate, causing your flesh to rise with goosebumps. He moves to the center of your neck and kisses there too, but just when your eyes are starting to flutter shut and your mouth opens to sigh, he bites.

You gasp instead. “Ah! Yunho!”

He doesn’t pull away from your throat, but you can feel his body jolt with giggles. He presses his kisses harder where his teeth marked you, a tiny apology you grow wet from. The two of you are still standing mere inches from the bed, but you don’t want to part from him. Yunho’s leg fits perfectly snug between your thighs and though you aren’t grinding, your cunt likes the warmth it provides.

But you can feel it throbbing. The aching for any tiny movement, but you force yourself still save for how you keep pressing yourself against him.

Yunho makes you feel so small. His hands feel as if they could hold you easily, and they seem to do that with your lower back. Long fingers dig into your skin, and it doesn’t take long for his hands to travel further down until he finds the fat of your ass.

He takes a moment to stop giving you hickeys and groans into your shoulder. “So fucking soft. Your ass looks so good in this dress.” He swipes his tongue from your collarbone to the place below your ears. Your nipples harden almost immediately, the wetness makes you cold for a moment.

“You should see how it looks without it on.”

Challenge sparks in his eyes when he raises his head to look at you. All it takes is a reassuring nod from you before he pulls away almost completely, save for the hands squeezing your ass.

“On the bed then. Let me see.”

You smile and pry his hands off you, lifting your dress above your hips, but not off your body completely. You turn around for Yunho to face your back, hands finding the bed so you crawl on the bed for him to see. Your knees are on the edge, but finding balance is easy when you arch, wiggling your ass in the air.

The nylons are still on, but the see-through fabric adds a layer of sexiness. Yunho’s fingers graze your ass, stuck on squeezing and spreading your cheeks. It makes your pussy lips move with it, opening and closing against your clit softly.

It’s such a tiny movement to your pussy, but with how you’ve been ignoring its leaking, it feels like so much more. You moan in the sheets, gently rocking yourself back and forth to try and get Yunho to spread your ass more.

“Jesus Christ.” He puts his thumb on your pussy, guiding it against your slit until he finds the bundle of nerves underneath your nylons and underwear. “I can feel how wet you are. You need it real bad, huh?”

His fingers are muted from the layers of clothes, but that doesn’t stop you from whining. You press back until his thumb is hard against you, swiveling your hips for friction.

“Yesyesyes. So bad. I want your cock.”

His one thumb turns into multiple fingers. You sing with pleasure, showing no shame as you ride his hand until you feel the subtle, but familiar feeling coil in your stomach. Your styled hair is now a mess as it covers your eyes from how hard you’re rocking. Though you can’t see, you can feel the arousal leaking down your thighs and gather at your nylons.

Your orgasm comes quickly. It gets easy to grind on his fingers when your body is desperately chasing the high. “Cumming! Fuckfuckfuck, I'm cumming.”

You lift yourself on your forearms, halting all your movements to let the blinding pleasure wash over you, hot and delicious. Moans tumble past your lips. The tiniest bit of drool seeps from your mouth as you shake. You rock again, this time, to milk out your orgasm to completion.

But Yunho pulls away.

A desperate cry leaves you. “W-wait. M-more. I want m-”

Familiar hands push you back into the sheets. Yunho holds you by the back of the neck, forcing you to keep your trembling ass in the air.

Your heart races. More gasps and heavy breaths filter through your chest, but it’s an excitement that bubbles in your stomach. So much adrenaline runs through your body that half of the shaking is from your nerves.

You just know he’s going to fuck you good.

“You came on my hand and you’re already asking for more?” Yunho tuts. “So impatient, but don’t worry, you’ll get it. Girls like you love cumming their brains out, huh?”

There’s no denying that. You nod in the sheets and whimper a pathetic yes, but Yunho approves nonetheless.

“Yeah, that’s why you’ll take any cock you can get, right? Even if it’s a stranger…” His free hand smoothes over your ass, but once he finds a good grasp on your nylons, he yanks. Your entire body pulls back from the force. You have to grab onto the mattress to not slip off the bed.

“Even if it’s a man who’s almost twice your age…”

Another harsh yank and you hear fabric tear. Yunho pulls and pulls until your ass and cunt are free from the material. It’s only your underwear in the way, but you doubt that’ll be a problem.

Yunho leans down until he’s at your ear. Your body breaks into chills. He feels everywhere. He is everywhere from how big he is. You know you’re safe, but the thought of being at his mercy heightens your pleasure.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll buy you a new one.” He sweetly pecks your head and pulls away.

You’d laugh from the drastic switch-up, but you moan instead when you feel his fingers at your cunt. He plays with your folds through your panties, poking where your entrance is and smearing the arousal staining the underwear.

You’ve never been this wet before. It usually takes some lube or way more foreplay, but Yunho turns you on in ways you didn’t believe were possible. His deft fingers and how his brown eyes can be warm but threatening. Everything about him is captivating and you can only hope he thinks the same about you.

With a finger hooking to the side of your panties, he tugs until your bare cunt is finally freed. You clit peeks from your hood, throbbing between your lips desperately.

For the first time since you’ve met him, you feel nervous. Yunho stares at your pussy longer than you’re used to, making you try and press your thighs together to hide it.

“Nuh-uh.” He jiggles your ass. “Don’t do that. I wanna see your pussy.”

You whine but obey. You put yourself face-first into the bed, ignoring how your cheeks turn red.

Soon, the bed shifts weight and you hear the sound of a zipper. You pick up your head to look back, but Yunho forces you to face the bed.

You pout. “I wanna seeeee.”

“You just want everything, don’t you?” Yunho sounds condescending, but he rewards you with the head of his cock. Your lower lips wrap around his tip when he grinds against your pussy, making sure to keep your underwear out of the way. “You want to cum, you want my dick, you wanna see it…And the worst part is, you’ve got such a pretty pussy that you’ll get everything you want.”

Yunho pulls back just enough to line himself up. You still haven’t gotten over how his tip felt brushing against you. He’s slicked himself up nice and wet to press, intruding on your entrance.

You squeal. His shape opens you so easily that his size doesn’t sting at all, but makes your brain fuzzy. Though Yunho won’t let you see, you know he’s big. You turn dumb too quickly, chest burning from the oxygen he fucks out of you when he buries himself to the hilt.

‘Oh my-...fffuucckkkk.”

Yunho groans at your moaning. He opts to hook his thumb in your panties and splay the rest of his fingers on your ass. Messily, he gathers your hair to create a makeshift ponytail with his other hand, forcing your chest up.

Out... In... Out... In…

The pace is slow, but that doesn't mean it’s dull. Yunho pulls out until his tip is barely inside before pressing back in. When his pelvis is flush against your ass, it has you kicking your feet up and down on the bed from the overwhelming sensation.

He feels like he’s in your ass. In your throat. You can’t escape how deep Yunho drills into you when he keeps you still by the hair, forcing you to take every unbearable inch.

You love every second of it.

“Nghhh. Yunnhooo. Fuck meee. Fuck me pleeasseee.”

The sound of your cunt squelching echoes in the room. Yunho grunts at your command, pulling you up a few inches.

“Yeah, you want it? You want it? Then fucking take it.”

It’s like a switch. That cautious pace turns animalistic, rough, and quick until your breasts manage to slip from the top of your dress and bounce freely.

Your breath gets caught in your throat. There’s no sound until a harsh thrust forces the moan out. Once you start, you can stop. All you can manage are gasps and whines from Yunho’s drive.

Every vein, every curve doesn’t go unnoticed between your walls. The repeated pistons force you to know his shape. You know he’s carving a place for him. So deep and good that you don’t think you could ever go back to hookups at your university again.

But it’s Yunho’s tip that does it for you. There’s no you could ever unknow how it kisses your cervix or how the shape digs into you. You can't stop clenching down on it, sucking it back in over and over despite the pleasure overload you’re enduring.

Your pussy’s in loooove.

The haziness of your mind clears a bit when Yunho pulls you up more. Your fingers barely graze the mattress, but the pain in your scalp feels dull when you look into his eyes.

They’re dark, hungry, and possessive. There’s nothing but carnal desire when you dreamily look up at them, eyes losing focus rather quickly.

“You’re gonna cum. I fucking know you are. You cunt’s so fucking loud, it’s begging for it again.”

You swoon. Yunho knows he can make you feel good, he can feel it. Something like affection burns in your chest and you look at his pink lips.

He grins. “You want a kiss?”

You nod, but it must look silly since your entire body is jolting.

Yunho looks borderline psychotic when he breaks out into a smile. “Fuck. I love how young and stupid your pussy is. I’m gonna cum all over it. You’d like that, huh?”

“Loooveee iiiit.”

Yunho quickens his pace. You swear if you look down, you could see his cock poking through your stomach from the angle. Instead, you’re held to look into his eyes, vision blurring as your second orgasm approaches. It’s so much more intense than your first. Now you have something to clench on. Something to cream on when you inevitably burst.

And with your crossed eyes looking into his, you do. You feel a burst of warmth from your stomach speedily reach your pussy. It makes you feel hot, the even hotter arousal pooling down your thighs and onto Yunho’s cock.

He moans above you. His hips grow sloppy, hitting different parts of your cunt that have you squealing. Yunho doesn’t break eye contact when he stills in you, dick throbbing as his cum shoots inside.

The two of you stay moaning into each other's mouths, lips a mere inch away until he finally gives you what you want. The kiss is sloppy, full of breaths and moans as you messily shove tongues inside.

He swipes the inside of your cheek. He twists his tongue with yours until salvia trickles down your chin. You suck on his muscle and he does the same, pulling away with a wet smack that leaves you buzzing.

Yunho stares at you for a beat, eyes blinking as he comes to a sudden realization. “I think I'll keep you.”

You don’t have the energy to respond, but you're thinking the same thing.

#fave #send help #fave fave fave

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redzie02 · 18 days ago

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LITERALLY NEED HIM BADLY, NEED TO CHEW ON HIM OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE AT THIS POINT 🫦🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️😩😵‍💫😣

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redzie02 · 20 days ago

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THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE REC<3333😖

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redzie02 · 21 days ago

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Yunho is so much more dominant this cb, like forehead yunho is so dominant. I like how I can tell what type of mood he’s in depending on how his hair is styled. Forehead? He’s ready to ruin someone, daddy vibes. Covered forehead? Puppy. He’s been so adamant about showing his forehead lately, I don’t know why. I love it tho.

babe you don't understand the mixed feelings I have with Yunho this comeback.

B/c ice on my teeth is YUNHO's era for sure, like he is popping and glowing and again, the accuracy of my astrology theories coming full circle again.

An idol will 'pop' or 'glow up' in a certain era or concept WHEN that era or concept compliments that idol's rising sign.

So with Yunho being a Scorpio Rising and Mars dominant?

Of COURSE!!! the mafia/dark romance concept would be the ones he owns.

And yeah, I love the slicked back/forehead appearing Yunho too and I remember he said he used to like having the bowl cut because it made him appear more approachable?

Whereas now- I think he's finally realizing how much support and appreciation he'll have once he embodies his dominant nature w/o restraint.

I love that Yunho is finally getting the attention he deserves, but I don't want to be fighting for my life for his pc's like I do with hj and Seonghwa.

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redzie02 · 21 days ago

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when another member walks in on you ateez ot8 x fem!reader

silly little thing i wrote between clients today

smut below the cut! mdni ↓ dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, oral sex, p in v lol, lmk if i missed anything !!

hongjoong ☄️

“shut up slut, they’ll hear you. i bet you want that, don’t you?” he had your face buried in your mattress, drool slipping from your mouth, your ass up in the air where he was relentlessly drilling into you.

you moaned, you had stopped caring about your volume long ago, they would hear hongjoong’s thrusts before your moans anyhow. you clenched around him, only making him hiss out and reach over to push your head impossibly farther into the mattress.

you pissed him off— you got a little too close to wooyoung, talked for a little too long and hongjoong was livid.

“you want him to hear you, don’t you? want him to hear all the pretty sounds you make? showing off, huh? attention whore,” his words were venom, his lips inches from your ear with how he bent over you, foot planted on the mattress beside your shoulder.

“are you guys oka— oh shit, i’m so sorry,” hongjoong lets go of your head only for the two of you to snap your faces up to the intruder, hongjoong stilling inside of you.

“what the fuck?” was all hongjoong could get out, a stunned wooyoung in the doorway, his jaw on the floor at the sight in front of him. “wooyoung! get out!”

“it didn’t sound like you were fucking! i got scared,” you heard wooyoung yell as he closed the door behind him, leaving hongjoong to pick right back up where he left off.

“don’t think i missed how you clenched around me, whore.”

seonghwa 🫧

seonghwa had you on your knees while he sat on the bed, leaned back on one arm with the other around your ponytail, guiding you up and down his length.

in a black tank top and gray sweatpants he looked so fucking sexy in the living room, you couldn’t help but pull him into his bedroom for a minute alone — you needed to taste him, show him how much he affected you.

“fuck, you’re so good at that,” his words were quiet, a low rasp to his voice as he tugged on your hair a little harder. your mouth slipped off of him with a pop, batting your eyelashes up at him with a knowingly coy smile.

he groaned, a little louder this time, his head falling back. “don’t look at me like that or your throat’s getting fucked.”

you giggled, mouth attaching to him again, bobbing your head up and down a little faster now. he bucked his hips up little by little, using more force with each stroke and you took him proudly, small gags and noises of nasty wetness leaving your lips.

the door opened without either of you noticing, only catching a head of brown hair leaving seonghwa’s bedroom with a shriek of surprise. this wasn’t the first time yeosang had walked in on you, but it still made you laugh every damn time.

you looked up to seonghwa with a giggle on your lips after popping off him again, seonghwa wearing a smile himself.

“how many times do you think we’ll scar him before he stops coming in here?” seonghwa asks, letting go of your ponytail.

“if he was going to catch on, he would’ve by now,” you readjusted yourself on your knees during the pause, shaking your head before bringing your focus back on his delicious length before you. “you said something about fucking my throat right?”

yunho 🧍🏻‍♂️

you and yunho had been waiting for a day alone for weeks. for too long had you been silenced in the hours from one to three, his fingers clamped over your lips or stuffed between them in an attempt to keep you quiet. comeback season was busy, and when there was time off everyone lazed around the dorms and didn’t fucking leave.

now, on your third consecutive day off, the dorms were empty and yunho took advantage. he had your hands pinned under your back with a belt he had just taken off, hips snapping into you so hard the sound was sure to be heard outside.

“sloppy little cunt sucking me right the fuck in,” he hissed, hips cracking into your thighs, his fingers keeping you still.

you were wailing at this point, tears streaming down your face, begging for reprieve while also thinking if he stopped you’d die.

“don’t stop,” you repeated, a mantra on your tongue, from your hips being slanted upward his cock was hitting that spongy spot in your walls that drove you fucking insane.

you were so close, mere thrusts away from hitting your peak, and the door busted open, an out of breath mingi stood at the door.

“the rest of the guys are walking in right behind me,” mingi’s words were panicked in a warning, but yunho didn’t stop. he ignored his friend, knowing you were so close, wanting your high to crash over you so he could follow.

you screamed — mingi couldn’t move. yunho fucked you through it, thrusts only quickening to meet his own end, until he doubled on top of you with two large hands landing right beside your head.

yunho turned to look at mingi, a smirk playing on his lips with heaving breaths, “enjoyed the show?”

yeosang 👥

everyday yeosang woke you up the same way: his fingers or his head between your thighs until you were creaming around him, then he replaced it with his cock. it wasn’t a good morning until you had at least one, if not two orgasms.

this morning he was greedy— it seemed he didn’t want to let you go. you came on his face once, his fingers a second time, and he was working you up to a third on his lap. if yeosang could do anything it was last, his stamina was like no other, he could go for hours if you let him.

you had your knees planted on the mattress beside his hips, his cock hitting your cervix continuously as you grind your hips back and forth against him, your nails clawing at his shoulders. his head was leaning against the headboard, leaving his throat open to you, where you licked and sucked pretty little bruises across the base of his neck, little whines leaving his throat.

“yes, baby, ‘m so close,” he croaked out, his voice raspy and deep, his abs clenching with every grind of your hips.

“cum for me then yeo, fill me up,” your hand moved from his shoulder to wrap your fingers around his neck, pulling him towards you to connect your chest to his.

your mornings weren’t usually so filthy, never downright nasty, bringing your skin to touch his brought a sense of intimacy back to your morning.

his head fell onto your shoulder with a groan, filling you up just as you told him to, thighs twitching beneath you. you moaned at the feeling, letting your head rest atop his, bringing your hands to tangle in his hair.

“you guys awake yet?” seonghwa popped into your room, making you twist your body around to look at him, eyes wide.

“definitely awake,” he pulled his lips into a line, bidding you a singular nod before closing the door again. a huff of amusement left your lips as you looked back down to the boy laying on your shoulder, patting his head, giving him a moment to come back before you’d take your morning shower together.

san 🚪

san couldn’t wait. you were at your favorite club, both tipsy and horny, dancing to the beat of the song before san’s fingers dipped below your dress. you looked up to him with wide eyes, met with a filthy smirk and a pair of dimples that ushered you towards the men’s bathroom.

“san, anyone could walk in,” you were uneasy, san was never so impatient that he needed you then and there. he’d never portrayed signs of exhibitionism before today, your sex life had always been private — you liked it that way, yet the hunger in his eyes and the spark left in the wake of his fingers on your skin made you excited.

“let them see how good i fuck you then,” he hummed, fingers flipping up your dress, plunging into your core that was so wet he slipped in. the squelch of his fingers was deafening, you thanked god the bathroom was empty.

he stuffed you into a stall, fingers still curling into you before he slipped your panties to the side, replacing his fingers with his cock. the pace he set was brutal, your hands bracing the wall above the toilet as he fucked into you from behind, hips slapping into your ass.

you fought to keep your moans inside, pointless as the sound of skin slapping would overpower them anyway. san groaned, “knew you’d be wet, naughty girl. you were basically begging me to fuck you on the dance floor for everyone to see.”

a whine escaped you, nails clawing against the tile of the wall. he slipped a hand around your hips, coming between your legs, rubbing your clit at a pace he knew would have you coming in seconds

“fuck, san, harder please,” you breathed out, head dipping below your arms, hanging between them.

he listened, quickening his pace, fucking you somehow harder than he was before. his fingers worked in a quick rhythm, making the pit in your stomach grow until you were overflowing on his dick.

“yeah, that’s it, baby. cum all over my cock,” he was drunk off your pussy, words slurring together, keeping his pace on your clit to ride you through it.

when you were twitching from overstimulation he emptied himself inside you, head falling to the center of your spine. there was nothing but the sound of heavy breaths in the public restroom, you and san catching your breath and your sanity before he flipped your dress back down and zippered himself back up.

when you left the stall, jongho was washing his hands at the sink, barely giving you a glance as you stepped into view.

“how long have you been in here?” san asked, a pink rising to his cheeks, looking like a completely different person than he had moments ago.

“unfortunately, long enough. broke the seal so i had no choice,” jongho shrugs as he grabs paper towels, drying off his palms. “make sure you two wash your hands.”

mingi 🫶

the say my name stage always fucked you up, it never failed. being on stage period always fucked mingi up, that never failed either. it was safe to say that your post-show routine was always fucking backstage, it happened every stop, every show, you lost count of how many dressing rooms in foreign countries you’ve been fucked within an inch of your life in.

what was abnormal was mingi not waiting until the show was over. always professional, mingi waited until everyone was no longer sprinting around backstage with mini-fans and makeup brushes to touch up the eight boys before they had to head back out onstage.

as he came off the stage, his walk was fast paced, precise. it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know what it meant. his fingers hooked around your arm, dragged you further backstage, and had you in a random closet in a stadium completely foreign to you.

he was quick to split you open, granted say my name was within their first set so you were already dripping by the time he made it between your legs.

“always so ready for me,” he mumbled out, zeroed in on your center but eyes still not fully clear. in his post performance haze he was always rougher, selfish, not a care in the world for you. it was your favorite.

“put it in,” you barked out, hips bucking toward him and he was sheathed within seconds. giving you no time to get used to the stretch you wheezed, head lolling onto his shoulder, and he let loose.

he fucked you stupid, you joined him in whatever haze his brain was under as he pounded into you, hips clapping into the silence of the dark storage room. you heard footsteps outside but mingi made no moves to halt his thrusts, only focused on one thing, getting the two of you off before he had to go back onstage.

“are you fucking?” yunho’s voice wasn’t clear until he had the door open, light cascading into the storage room, yours and mingi’s necks snapping to look at the intruder.

he was smirking — he knew what he was walking into yet he did it anyway. you and mingi both smiled cheshire grins as yunho stepped inside the storage room, quickly slamming the door shut behind him.

“why didn’t you invite me?”

wooyoung 🐈‍⬛

wooyoung had you splayed out on the bed, legs bent up with his head between them. eating you out was adjacent to your meditation time, as he calls it, it's his favorite way to wind down. after a long day, after a short day, during his day, it didn’t matter when. wooyoung was always down to eat you out, eager even — he is a man not above begging.

your chin was shot back, eyes screwed tight, wooyoung had made you cum on his tongue twice so far and he was nowhere near finished.

after eating you through your second orgasm his licks had slowed down, easing up his pressure, making his tongue soft and pliable instead of hard and pointed.

soft moans left your lips, he knew by now how to work you through overstimulation, lazily licking at your clit until your moans turned to whines once more.

“taste so fucking good, could eat this pussy all night,” his eyes were fully closed, he was in a dream. between your legs was his happy place, he’d die there a happy man, he’d admitted it more than once. more than ten times, at least.

when he noticed your breaths getting shorter and your moans shifting to a higher pitch he was sharp with his movements, picking up his pace, licking up your folds and sucking on your clit with swollen lips.

hongjoong bounced through the door, “hey wooyo, you- jesus fucking christ!”

your legs snapped shut, closing over wooyoung’s head and he pried himself out of your cage with painted fingertips, jumping up to face hongjoong at the door.

“what?” wooyoung asked, palm swiping at his chin.

“i’m scarred,” hongjoong muttered, voice horrified with hands covering his eyes. your hands fled for the blankets, pulling them over your body with a speed you weren’t expecting to have to use.

“what do you want, joong?” wooyoung asked, rushed yet still casual, sitting on his knees. his abdomen was clenched, muscles on display as he twisted backward, you didn’t even care that hongjoong was in the room.

“i was going to ask if you had a spare pair of headphones,” his voice was barely above a squeak, hands still covering his eyes.

“oh, yeah i do, here, they’re my sony 1000MX—”

“i don’t give a fuck wooyoung, give them to me so i can leave.”

jongho 🧸

you were hanging out with jongho in the dance practice room as he practiced the same routine again, the fifth time tonight.

he groaned in frustration after missing a step again, the same step he’s missed the past four times he’s gone through the routine. his hands cover his face, dragging down his cheeks.

you get up from your spot on the floor, making your way in front of him, grabbing his hands to hold in yours.

“why don’t you stop for the night?” you tilt your head, nothing but warmth in your eyes as you stare into his, cold and irritated.

“i need to get this fucking right,” his lips are pursed, his eyebrows are knit together as he barks, “i need to clear my head.”

within minutes he had you on your hands and knees atop the hardwood floor, bodies facing the mirror that spread across the wall, forcing you to watch yourself as he fucked you stupid.

“see that?” he smirked at you through the mirror, fingers tight on your hips, “nothing but a cocksleeve whenever i want it, so willing for me.”

his words were cool and calm, almost a threat on his lips as he abused your core. your eyebrows were tangled and your mouth hung open, knees and palms burning from the pressure against the harsh wood.

“yes, just for you,” you manage to choke out between thrusts, body jolting forward with each thrust.

“that’s right baby,” he nods, his smile turning villainous, only fucking into you harder as he spits, “such a fucking whore, letting me fuck you in public like this.”

you nod, eyes screwed shut, “d-don’t fucking stop.”

his chuckle is deep, his thrusts losing their rhythm, “you want it? want me to fill this filthy pussy up?”

the door to the practice room opens, san strolls inside with a smile on his face before he sees the two of you — he shrieked. “what the fuck!?”

jongho stilled, laying himself atop your body, trying to cover you as best he could. his words come out nervous, “get the fuck out!”

san slips back out of the door, then peeks his head back in, “wait, when are you gonna be done? i want to practice.”

“san!”

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#yungi hi #ateez x reader #ateez smut

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Ateez Reaction ღ Their s/o experiences verbal shutdowns

ღ Ateez all members x gn!reader ღ words: ~200 per member ღ genre & warnings: reaction, comfort, a hint of angst but everything turns out well ღ reader: no descriptions of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used

a/n: I'm not 100% satisfied with how these turned out, but I wanted to post them anyway, in hopes they'll be a comfort to some^^

Hongjoong:

he’s a little confused to say the least when one day you decide to tell him about your verbal shutdowns

he’s never actually heard that there’s a term for this, neither has he considered this as something that simply happens to some people and isn’t something that can really be overcome

so after the initial shock he decides to just listen to what you have to say first of all, wanting you to explain it in as much detail as possible so he could understand

and you’re mostly telling him this so he won’t worry too much and know what’s going on when it inevitably happens in front of him for the first time

so when he asks about how to help you in such a situation, you’re caught off guard

he makes it clear that he really wants to support you, but since he’s never experienced this himself, he wouldn’t know how to do that intuitively

and when you stumble over your words trying to come up with an answer, he ends up chuckling at you being so flustered all of a sudden

“It’s okay, we can take this slow.” - he reassures you

once you’re calm and collected again, he listens intently, and in case you’re not actually sure what would help you the most during a verbal shutdown, he also offers to do some research with you and help you figure that out

Seonghwa:

listens very intently when you tell him about this, and also takes you very seriously

he’s curious to know everything about your verbal shutdowns and how to help you whenever you experience one, but he also doesn’t want to overwhelm you with questions

so after the initial conversation about it, he makes sure to do a lot of research, looking up other people’s experiences, tips, etc…

he wouldn’t forgive himself for accidentally saying or doing the wrong thing and making matters worse, so he’s very dedicated to learning whatever he can about this

and he will be so supportive, suggesting using communication cards, or some kind of signal only the two of you know about for when you lose the ability to speak temporarily

and once it does happen, he proves just how well he researched the whole topic, because he’s quick to understand what’s going on, and he doesn’t pressure you to speak in any way

instead he leads you somewhere where you can recollect yourself, and he gives you the space you need to feel comfortable and safe with him

Yunho:

gets so worried the first time you have a verbal shutdown in front of him

you were mid-conversation about a bit of a difficult topic, and suddenly you go completely quiet, so he immediately figures something must be wrong

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he calls out to you, but you can’t react, because you don’t even know whether you should nod or shake your head

he comes closer and carefully reaches out to you, resting his hand on your upper arm as he observes you closely with furrowed brows and helplessness reflecting in his eyes

“Did I say something wrong?” he throws another question at you, and this time you manage to shake your head

and thankfully he decides to just wait it out and stay right by your side for now, because after a few minutes of racing thoughts you finally succeed in conveying to him that you can’t talk right now

tells you it’s okay and that it’s enough if you just nod or shake your head, before offering you a hug which you gladly accept

once your speech has returned to you and you explain to him what exactly happened, he will listen intently and make sure to ask about how you want him to act if it happens again, so that he can properly help you through this

Yeosang:

he gets so worried the first time you have a verbal shutdown in front of him that he doesn’t know what to do

he tends to struggle with figuring out how to deal with unexpected situations like this too, and especially when it’s about seeing a person he cares about suffer while not knowing how to help, he just panics internally

manages to stay calm on the outside though, and once some time has passed he will definitely ask you about this, because this guy will literally be unable to relax until he knows how to deal with such a situation

and when you explain to him that sometimes you simply can’t speak no matter how hard you try, everything clicks in his head

“Oh my god… I thought I said something wrong and upset you…”

now that he knows what’s going on he’s relieved

and he’ll feel even more at ease when you tell him what you want him to do (or don’t want him to do) in a situation like this

but even if you haven’t fully figured out yet what helps, he’ll be more than happy to try anything you suggest

though he will still worry, but at least like this he won’t freeze up anymore and can actually support you!

San:

another one who’s worried sick when he first witnesses you in a verbal shutdown

a thousand thoughts are racing through his mind at once when you suddenly stop answering upon him asking you a bit of a sensitive question

he’ll immediately think it’s all his fault and that he has accidentally hurt you deeply, and seeing the guilt on his face is eating away at you, especially because you currently lack the ability to explain yourself

so you do the only thing that feels possible right now, and you shake your head vigorously as tears of helplessness well up in your eyes

and that’s when he decides that comforting you should be the top priority right now

so he offers you a hug, and when you accept it right away, he’s a little relieved

“It’s okay…” he whispers close to your ear, “You’re okay, I’m here.”

will sit you down somewhere comfortable, get you a glass of water, and stay by your side for however long it takes you to get out words again

and even if you haven’t spoken after a while, he’ll eventually figure it might help to also get you a pen and paper, in case writing down your thoughts is something that’s possible for you in that moment

Mingi:

he isn’t looking at you as you’re talking to each other, facing away from you and having most of his attention on his phone - or so you think

because when he brings up something that causes you to shut down and become unable to talk, it takes him mere seconds to realize something’s off

turns his head to find you staring at him, completely frozen up and struggling with all the words circulating in your head that just won’t come out

instead you begin tearing up because you hate that this had to happen now and at the same time you feel guilty about it

you watch as Mingi gets up slowly and approaches you

“Y/N…?” he quietly calls out to you, the worried expression on his face only causing you to feel worse

however, this guy isn’t stupid, and he’s seen this happen before

and although he didn’t understand what was going on the first time, he’s starting to get it now

“Can’t say it?” he assumes and you nod, still fighting your tears

“That’s okay… I’ll just stay here until you can.”

stays beside you and eventually starts rambling about how he understands that sometimes words can be hard and it can happen

and just listening to his voice like this eventually helps you feel at ease, until eventually you manage to speak again, thanking him for being by your side

Wooyoung:

this guy here does not understand what a verbal shutdown means when you first explain it to him

“Huh? If you have something to say… just say it?”

he feels it's best to encourage you to get over whatever's stopping you so you could talk anyway - which is less than helpful to you, knowing it doesn't work like that

so when you lose your ability to speak when you're out with him and some friends upon him asking you just the wrong question, you get anxious about how he would react

however, as soon as he sees the panicked look on your face and realizes that you really can't say anything, even after he repeats his question, he begins to understand

excuses himself and you and then takes you away to a quiet place where you two can be alone

offers you a hug and when he sees you nod he holds you tight, not letting go of you until a quiet "thanks" slips from your lips

needless to be said, now that he's starting to get what's going on, he is very curious to know more about it, and how to best support you during a verbal shutdown

Jongho:

when you’re in the middle of an important conversation and you suddenly stop replying, his first reaction is confusion

he can feel himself getting frustrated with you, because you were talking about a topic he feels the pressing need to get answers to, but when your reaction to seeing the hint of anger on his face is to take a step back to get further away from him, it starts to dawn on him that your silence is probably not about him at all

calls out your name in an attempt to appease you, and when his expression softens, some of the tension leaves your shoulders

still, you can’t talk

so you stand there in silence for a while, with you unable to look at him, so what you don’t notice is that in his head he’s going through all the different ways to handle this situation, trying to figure out how to help you

in the end he simply pulls out his phone, opens the notes app, and holds it out to you

“Maybe you can type it out…?” he suggests, and when you realize that he’s not mad at you or disappointed, tears start welling up in your eyes

“Oh my…”

offers you a hug with open arms, and when you close the distance between you to accept it and to bury your face in his chest, he makes sure to comfort you first and foremost as he pats your head and holds you close

#if nobody got me at least i know fictional ateez got me #need this #ateez x reader #wish it wasn’t so hard to talk sometimes

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