#ateez san

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Sleepy adoration🪻

✨Pairing: San x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You're getting ready for bed and your boyfriend refuses to go to bed without you despite the fact that he can barely keep his eyes open. ✨Genre: fluff, slice of life, non idol au, drabble ✨Word count: 0.9k ☀️Authors note: I was hoping to update Cappuccinos and Peonies this weekend but I've managed to get sick so I decided to write this one shot instead which honestly was all I had the energy to sit and write😭🤧

It was dark outside, the only thing lighting up the dark abyss was the moon and the stars. It was a beautiful sight, not a cloud in sight meaning you could truly take your time to appreciate the beauty in front of you while brushing your teeth on the balcony.

The clock in your living room read 23:45 and you knew that you should get to bed soon but tiredness had simply not come to visit you yet unlike your boyfriend who was about one snore away from dreamland.

You had told him countless of times during the night that he could go to bed since he could barely keep his eyes open but he would always give you some excuse of wanting to finish the movie which was currently on tv or that he was simply resting his eyes but weren't actually tired yet.

You would argue with him that he was super tired but the pout and the puppy eyes he'd give you when you were about to start made you purse your lips and decide it was okay for him to be up so late today.

It was Saturday after all and both of you were off tomorrow.

You left the balcony to get to your bathroom so you could start washing your face. Passing your partner you could feel his tired eyes following you and after a few minutes into your nightly skincare routine you could hear the soft padding of your boyfriend making his way over to the bathroom.

He made a little noise at the brightness in the room when he entered and you couldn't help but chuckle as you saw in your peripheral vision that he sat down tiredly onto the toilet. You turned towards him as you patted gently the toner onto your face and there he was sitting there adorably in his big sleeping shirt and a pair of boxers on with a sleepy pout and a pair of eyes that were barely open.

"Oh Sannie." You said fighting back the smile that was growing on your face at the sight of him so sleepy.

"You could just go to bed and sleep, I'll come when I'm done." You tell him and that makes him grunt unhappily before he barely opens his eyes to look at you.

"Can't sleep without you." He mumbles tiredly, refusing to move from his seat.

"I might take a while tho?" You tell him hoping to coax him into bed now rather than having him wait for you but all he does is shake his head stubbornly before closing his eyes again sleepily.

If you were honest he reminded you of a picture you had seen online of someones golden retriever who had followed them in the middle of the night to the bathroom and were sitting there with tired eyes barely awake and tousled fur as they waited tiredly for their owner to be done and go back to bed together.

You giggled at the thought of the golden retriever and how similar this situation was with San. He truly looked like that tired doggo and you would be lying if you said you didn't like the visual of him right now.

As you moved on, taking your time with your serums and creams so everything had the time to absorb you finally heard the soft padding of your precious Byeol coming closer to the bathroom until she too entered the bathroom looking just as tired as her dad did.

She took one look at you tiredly before jumping up in Sans lap to sit there tiredly with him waiting for you.

This time you quickly took your phone and snapped a picture. They were both adorable. This would most likely end up being your favorite wallpaper for your phone.

"You're so beautiful like this." Your boyfriend suddenly mumbled and you looked at him surprised.

"Really?" You ask looking back in the mirror, your hair was kept back by a headband and you had just applied your moisturizer making you a little bit more shiny as you waited for it to absorb into your skin.

"Mhhm, the prettiest." He mumbles again looking at you with a sleepy but adoring smile.

"Thank you, you're incredibly beautiful as well Sannie." You tell him gratefully and he makes a pleased noise at that his smile widening whilst still sitting there with his eyes almost entirely closed.

"I love you."

"I love you too sleepy head." You walk up to him and give his cheek a little kiss. "Let's go to bed now."

You gently take his hand and he makes sure Byeol is secure in his arms before letting you lead him to your shared bedroom. The whole way there he's whispering how much he adores and loves you and it's so cute in your opinion how your boyfriend is just pouring out his loving thoughts to you.

Once you settle in your bed your boyfriend is quick to bring his arms around you as Byeol settles in her designated spot on the bed. He kisses the top of your head mumbling a goodnight before he is out like a light snoring lightly.

"Goodnight my love, sweet dreams." You mumble before closing your eyes as well, letting sleep succumb you as his arms pulls you slightly closer to him and soon you're off to dreamland as well.

[koyagifs]

𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓮𝔃:

hongjoong | seonghwa | yunho

yeosang | san | mingi

wooyoung | jongho

[sadisteez]

the way they make any concept look cool! this fits them so well😍

ATEEZ 2025 SEASON'S GREETINGS cr.

[bbdeongi]

Hiii Idk if you do ateez headcannons but if you do, can I request for who do you think has the highest libido among the member (from most to least)? Thanks ❤🥰

Yes, of course I can!! I've actually never thought of doing headcannons before but I lowkey wanna do them now.. Anyway I hope you enjoy this! I'm not sure if its that good.

1. Wooyoung (Highest Libido)

I feel like Wooyoung’s flirty and how he has a full personality gives him a high libido. He thrives on excitement and like uncontrollability, often bringing that energy into his intimate relationships. His playful teasing and confidence create an atmosphere of fun, allowing him to explore desires freely. He enjoys the thrill of seduction, making every moment feel like a new adventure. And honestly I just feel he has a high feeling for sexual tension (?)

Short Scene: “Is that all you’ve got?” Wooyoung taunts, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pulls you closer, his fingers dancing along your waist. The challenge ignites a fire deep within you, and you can’t help but rise to it. “You know I can handle more, doll..” he purrs, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that quickly escalates.

He pulls back slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “C’mon, show me what you’ve got,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear. The urgency in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You feel the tension building, and as he kisses you again, his hands start to roam, teasingly slow, igniting a wild hunger that begs to be unleashed. You whine a little bit, not holding it in.

“Let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, his voice coming on with seduction as he captures your lips again, his tongue sliding against yours. The world around you disappears as he pushes you against the wall, his body pressing against yours with an intoxicating heat. “You’re mine tonight, baby,” he growls, his hands gripping your thighs, lifting you so you can wrap your legs around him.

“Don’t hold back,” he urges, and you can feel the raw need emanating from him. With each thrust, he fills you completely, the rhythm growing more frantic as he chases that sweet release. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his breath ragged as he loses himself in you. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level, and with a final thrust, you scream his name as waves of ecstasy wash over you, pulling him into bliss with you.

2. Hongjoong

Hongjoong’s passionate nature gives him an equally high libido. As the leader of the group, he puts his energy into his intimate relationships, ensuring that every moment is filled with excitement and intimacy. His confidence and creativity make him a commanding presence, transforming the bedroom into a space for exploration. ;)

Short Scene: “Fuck,” He lets out a gasp, his breath heavy as he pounds deeper and deeper into you, each thrust sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Skin clapping against each other filled the room, and the room is dimly lit, shadows dancing as his gaze locks onto yours. “You feel fucking amazing, love” he murmurs, lips curling into a devilish smirk. You can feel his cock slightly twitch inside you, making you tighten around him.

Hongjoong leans down, teeth grazing your neck, and you let out a soft gasp. “Mark me, Joongie...” You whimper out, your voice husky with desire. He bites down gently on your neck, and he lets out a low growl, a sound that reverberates through you. “That’s it,” he praises, thrusting harder, his hips drilling into you with a relentless intensity that leaves you breathless.

“Remember this moment,” he growls, eyes dark with lust. “You’re fucking mine, and I’m yours.” The weight of his words envelops you, and you arch your back, meeting his every thrust. The world outside fades as you lose yourselves in each other, the only sounds being the wet slaps of skin and the desperate gasps escaping your lips.

With each thrust, you feel the pressure building, your body aching for release. “cum for me.. atta girl,” he commands, and with one final push, pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave. You cry out his name as you reach your climax, feeling him follow you after, cumming inside of your cunt, the two of you lost in the euphoria of each other.

3. Mingi

I think Mingi’s playful and like his rough duality gives him a high libido. He enjoys intimacy but balances it with humor and fun, making every moment feel light-hearted and exciting. His ability to connect emotionally with his partner allows him to create a safe space for exploration while also embracing a passionate side that comes alive during intimate moments. And lets be real... he can also be rough in bed.

Short Scene: “Aw, is my baby already shy?” Mingi chuckles, pulling you into his embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping you as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. “Let’s have some fun.” His playful energy is intoxicating, and you can’t help but smile, feeling the tension crackle in the air. As he kisses you, his hands roam freely, igniting a wild fire within you that demands to be unleashed.

“Min..”

“I promise to make you feel good,” he whispers, eyes sparkling with mischief as he kisses down your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. Each touch sends shivers down your spine, and you arch your back, craving more. “Just relax and let me take control,” he encourages, his voice low and sultry.

As he continues his exploration, you can feel the heat building between you, the playful banter giving way to something more raw and passionate. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression serious yet filled with desire. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

With that, he leans in again, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that sends your heart racing. The world around you fades as you lose yourself in the moment, every sensation heightened as he pulls you closer, as he enter you, he lets out a groan. “M'gonna show you how much you mean to me, okay sugar?” he breathes, his voice thick with lust as he begins to move, his hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that drives you wild.

With each thrust, he fills you completely, the connection between you deepening with every movement. “You’re fucking perfect,” he praises, his voice thick with desire. You can feel the pressure building within you, and with his gentle encouragement, you let yourself fall into the pleasure that envelopes you. “Let go for me,” he whispers, and with one final push, you surrender to the waves of ecstasy, crying out his name as pleasure washes over you.

4. San

San’s intensity and passion give him a strong libido, but it’s his romantic side that makes his intimate moments truly special. He approaches physical intimacy with a depth of emotion, ensuring that every connection feels meaningful. His ability to switch between tender affection and blazing passion keeps his partner on their toes, creating a whirlwind of sensations that are both satisfying and exhilarating.

Short Scene: “Stay with me,” San breathes, voice low and urgent as he kisses a path along your jawline. Each touch ignites a fire within you, and you can feel the tension building as he presses against you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. “I want to feel every fucking part of you,” he whispers, breath hot against your skin, sending shivers of desire coursing through you.

As his hands explore your curves, you feel every caress as if it were a promise. “So pretty... My pretty girl,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust as he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world fades away as he loses himself in you, each movement deliberate and filled with hunger.

You can feel the heat radiating between you, and as he deepens the kiss, your body responds instinctively, craving more of his touch. “I want to take my time with you,” he whispers, lips finding your neck, kissing and nibbling softly, making you gasp. You arch your back as he pulls you closer, his hands gripping your thighs, lifting you slightly to press you against the wall.

"S- sannie.." You whine out, gripping his shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, the urgency in his voice making you shiver. With each thrust, he fills you completely, the rhythm steady and intoxicating. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he breathes, and the intensity of his words sends you spiraling closer to the edge. “its okay baby...” With one final push, waves of ecstasy crash over you, and you cry out his name, feeling him follow you into bliss.

5. Seonghwa

Seonghwa’s calm demeanor hides a passionate soul, giving him liked a moderate libido. He approaches intimacy with a deep sense of connection, ensuring that each moment feels genuine and heartfelt. His sensuality is expressed through tender touches and lingering kisses. He prefers intimate moments filled with emotion, creating a safe haven where both he and his partner can explore their desires.

Short Scene: “Let me take care of you,” Seonghwa murmurs, voice smooth as silk as he gently cradles your face in his hands. "I'm here angel" His eyes are filled with warmth as he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Each touch is filled with tenderness, and you feel the world around you fading as he deepens the connection between you.

“God, you’re stunning,” he breathes, his fingers tangling in your hair as he kisses you deeply. The way he looks at you sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within. “I want to savor every moment,” he whispers, breath mingling with yours, and you can feel the heat building as he pulls you closer.

“Trust me,” he whispers, sincerity lacing his voice. As his hands explore your body, you feel cherished and adored. His movements are slow and deliberate, each caress igniting a spark of pleasure that dances through you. He breathes, lips trailing along your neck, kissing and nibbling softly.

“Every part of you is beautiful,” he murmurs, voice low and filled with awe. You can’t help but lean into him, craving more of his touch.

With every thrust, he fills you completely, the connection deepening with each movement. “You're okay...” he praises, voice thick with desire. You can feel the pressure building within you, and with his gentle encouragement, you let yourself fall into the pleasure that envelops you.

6. Yunho

Yunho’s magnetic charm and playful spirit contribute to a moderate libido. His confidence comes from a place of deep self-awareness, and he loves to express that through physical intimacy. He enjoys being in control while also being attentive to his partner’s needs, ensuring that the experience is mutual and fulfilling. His ability to switch between playful teasing and intense passion keeps things exciting.

Short Scene: “Hey,” Yunho smirks, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he pushes you back against the wall, his body pressing against yours. “You ready for this?” The heat radiating from him sends shivers down your spine, and you can only nod, breathless anticipation coursing through you. As his lips crash against yours, it’s as if the world around you disappears. The kiss is electric, igniting every nerve ending as his hands explore your body. He always takes care of you.

“Let me show you how much I want you,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze intense and earnest. The way he looks at you sends a thrill through your entire being. “You’re fucking irresistible,” he growls, and you can’t help but push your body closer to him, craving the connection. He responds with a low growl, hands gripping your waist as he lifts you slightly, pressing you against the wall.

“Hold on tight,” he whispers, and with that, he begins to move, his hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you. He groans, his breath hot against your ear, each thrust deeper and more intense. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” You let out whiny moans, was like music in Yunho's ear.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the moment. He holds your hips tightly, not letting you slip. He presses kisses everywhere, eventually lightly sucking on your neck.

7. Yeosang

Yeosang possesses a mysterious allure that gives him a lower libido. He often keeps his emotions close to the chest, but when it comes to intimacy, he reveals a hidden fire that burns brightly. He enjoys exploring the depths of connection with his partner, creating a space where vulnerability can flourish. His quiet confidence and subtle charm make every moment feel special.

Short Scene: “Are you sure you want this?” Yeosang asks, a teasing glint in his eyes as he leans closer, breath warm against your skin. You nod, heart racing, captivated by the way he draws you in with his gaze. As he brushes his lips against yours, it’s a soft, tentative kiss that quickly builds in intensity. You can feel the heat radiating from him, and your body responds eagerly, craving more.

“Good,” he murmurs, voice low and sultry as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming freely along your sides. Each touch sends sparks of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that makes your heart race. “It's okay, darling,” he breathes, pressing his body against yours, creating an intoxicating heat between you.

As he pulls back slightly to catch his breath, his eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of desire and sincerity. “Pretty baby,” he whispers, voice thick with longing. His hands travel down your arms, fingers tracing delicate patterns as he takes his time to appreciate you, leaving you breathless.

With each kiss, he reveals more of himself, his passion surfacing as he captures your lips again, this time with more urgency. The world around you fades as you lose yourself in the moment, every sensation heightened as he pulls you closer, deeper.

“God, you feel incredible,” he breathes, and the intensity of his words sends you spiraling closer to the edge. With one final push, pleasure washes over you, and you throw your head back finishing, the sound echoing in the intimate space as he soon realeses into you.

8. Jongho

I honestly think Jongho is often seen as the calm and composed one, which contributes to his lower libido. He values emotional connection over physicality and approaches intimacy with sincerity and warmth. His romantic nature and deep affection for his partner ensure that every moment feels meaningful. While he may not be the most overtly passionate, his intimate moments are filled with tenderness and depth.

Short Scene: “Just hold me close,” Jongho whispers, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. His voice is soft, filled with warmth as he kisses you gently. Each touch is tender, and you can feel the sincerity in his movements as if he’s trying to convey his feelings through every caress. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment.

His kisses are slow and deliberate, each one filled with affection as he explores your lips with his. “I want you to feel good..” he murmurs, breath warm against your skin. As he pulls you closer, his hands glide down your back, fingers tracing delicate patterns that send shivers of pleasure through you.

“Let me show you how much I care,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, and as he deepens the kiss, your body responds instinctively, craving more of his touch. The connection between you deepens, and you find yourself melting into his embrace, feeling cherished and adored.

As he moves, he takes his time, savoring every moment as if it were a precious gift. Each thrust is slow and filled with intention, allowing you to fully embrace the connection you share. “You’re everything to me, honey,” he breathes, and the intensity of his words sends a thrill through your entire being.

With every movement, you feel the pressure building within you, and as he kisses you deeply, you know that this moment is special. “I've got you.” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. You loved how he was so careful and caring with you. Sure there were times where he could be "rough" but he always wanted to make sure you wre comfortable.

OKOK I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD.. Uhh yeah.. I hope you all have an amazing day, evening, or night!

[scoupsakakitty]

Echoes of Fame | idol!San x idol!reader | angst,fluff

Y/N had always dreamed of becoming a solo artist, and debuting under KQ Entertainment felt like a dream come true. As the first foreign soloist in the company, she faced some challenges, but her cute accent when speaking Korean made people find her even more charming. However, with fame came problems she hadn’t expected.

Lately, her phone wouldn’t stop ringing with calls from unknown numbers. Whenever she answered, there was no voice—only heavy breathing. Things got even scarier when someone started ringing her doorbell at random hours and sliding threatening notes under her door. What had once been an exciting start to her career now felt like a nightmare.

One evening, after someone banged on her door so loudly that it made her heart race, Y/N decided she couldn’t handle it alone anymore. She called her manager, her voice shaking as she explained what had been happening.

“We’ll handle this, Y/N,” her manager assured. “For now, I’ll contact some of the ATEEZ members who live in your building. They’ll come over to check on you.”

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The Boys POV

Seonghwa’s phone buzzed on the coffee table, interrupting the sound of Mingi and San shouting at each other during their video game. He grabbed it, noticing their manager’s name on the screen.

“Hello?” Seonghwa answered, his tone shifting to something more serious as he listened.

Mingi paused the game, noticing Seonghwa’s expression change. San leaned forward, muting the TV.

“What’s wrong?” Mingi mouthed, but Seonghwa held up a finger, signaling them to wait.

After a few moments, Seonghwa hung up and turned to the others. “It’s about Y/N.”

San immediately frowned. “What happened?”

Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She’s been getting harassed… Calls, notes, someone banging on her door. She’s scared, and the manager asked if we could go check on her.”

Mingi sat up straighter. “Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with people?”

San’s jaw tightened. “Wait—someone’s been showing up at her door?”

Seonghwa nodded. “Yeah. Tonight was really bad. She called the manager because she didn’t know what to do.”

San was already standing, grabbing a hoodie off the back of the couch. “Why are we still sitting here? Let’s go.”

Mingi didn’t need to be told twice. He tossed the game controller onto the couch and slipped on his shoes. “Is she alone?”

“Yeah,” Seonghwa said as he grabbed his keys. “She’s alone in her apartment right now.”

San shook his head, clearly upset. “That’s so messed up. She just debuted, and someone’s already doing this to her?”

Mingi zipped up his jacket. “We’ll make sure she’s okay.”

Without wasting another second, the three of them rushed out the door and down the hallway toward Y/N’s apartment. Their hearts raced, not just from hurrying, but from the anger and concern building inside them.

None of them knew Y/N that well yet, but that didn’t matter. She was part of their company, and more importantly, she was alone and scared. That was enough reason to protect her.

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Y/n POV

Within minutes, there was a gentle knock on her door. Peering through the peephole, she saw San, Mingi, and Seonghwa standing there, concern etched on their faces.

“Y/N, it’s us,” Seonghwa called softly.

She opened the door, relief washing over her. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course,” San replied, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of disturbance. “We heard what’s been happening. Are you okay?”

She nodded, though her eyes betrayed her fear. “It’s just been… overwhelming.”

Mingi, towering yet gentle, offered a reassuring smile. “We’ll stay with you for now. You shouldn’t be alone.”

As they settled into her living room, the atmosphere lightened. The boys shared stories of their own experiences with obsessive fans, offering advice on how to handle such situations.

“Sasaengs can be intense,” Seonghwa began. “But it’s important to set boundaries. Don’t hesitate to involve the authorities if things escalate.”

San, noticing her tension, decided to change the subject. “By the way, Y/N, I heard your debut track. Your voice is incredible.”

A blush crept up her cheeks. “Thank you, San. That means a lot coming from you.”

Mingi grinned. “We should collaborate sometime. Ateez ft Y/N has a nice ring to it.”

As they continued to talk, Mingi suddenly tilted his head and smiled. “By the way, your accent is really cute.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “My accent?”

San laughed, leaning back against the couch. “He’s not wrong. It’s adorable.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement. “I think it makes you stand out even more. It’s charming.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. “Really? I always worry it sounds strange.”

“Not at all,” San said quickly. “It’s part of what makes you. And trust me, fans love stuff like that.”

Mingi grinned. “Honestly, you could just say random words in Korean, and people would probably melt.”

Y/N covered her face, embarrassed. “Stop!”

The boys burst out laughing, and San nudged her playfully. “Don’t be shy! We’re serious. Own it.”

The lighthearted moment helped Y/N feel more at ease. It was nice to talk about something that didn’t involve her fears, even if it left her blushing.

However, the peace was shattered when her phone rang again. The same unknown number. Her hands trembled as she looked at the caller ID.

San reached over, placing a comforting hand on hers. “May I?”

She nodded, handing him the phone.

Answering the call, San’s voice took on a firm, authoritative tone. “This is Y/N’s manager. Your behavior is being monitored, and any further harassment will be reported to the police.”

There was a pause, followed by the click of the caller hanging up.

“They’re really stubborn,” he muttered, handing the phone back.

Seonghwa and Mingi exchanged glances. “It’s getting late,” Seonghwa said gently. “We’ll head back to our dorm, but San will stay with you tonight, just in case.”

Y/N looked at San, who nodded calmly. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Your safety is what’s important.”

Touched by their concern, she smiled. “Thank you, all of you.”

After Seonghwa and Mingi left, Y/N set up the couch for San. As she handed him a pillow, their fingers brushed, sending a unexpected warmth through her.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to wake me,” San said softly.

“I will. Goodnight, San.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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As she lay in her bed, the events of the evening replayed in her mind. Despite the fear and uncertainty, she felt a budding connection with San, his presence a comforting anchor in the turbulent sea of her new life.

The apartment was cloaked in silence, the only sound being the occasional hum of the refrigerator. Y/N tossed and turned, sleep escaping her. The recent harassment had left her on edge, and despite San’s presence in the living room, unease gnawed at her.

Unable to bear the solitude of her room, she quietly slipped out of bed and padded towards the living room. To her surprise, she found San sitting up on the couch, eyes reflecting the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the window.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked softly, noticing her approach.

Y/N shook her head, hugging her arms as she stepped closer. “Not really. I keep hearing things, even if it’s just in my head.”

San patted the couch beside him. “Come sit. You don’t have to be alone right now.”

She hesitated for a moment before sitting down, pulling her legs up to her chest. San offered her the blanket he’d been using, and she wrapped it around herself gratefully.

“Thank you for staying,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, his tone gentle. “I’d never let anyone deal with something like this alone. Especially not someone as sweet as you.”

Her cheeks warmed at his words, but before she could respond, her phone buzzed again on the coffee table. Both of them froze.

San grabbed it quickly, shooting her a look as if to ask for permission. She nodded, and he picked up.

“This is Y/N’s manager,” he said sharply, his voice filled with authority. “Who is this?”

There was silence on the other end before the caller hung up. San placed the phone down with a frustrated sigh.

“They’re persistent,” he muttered.

Y/N swallowed hard. “What if they don’t stop?”

“They will,” he said firmly. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“But what if they’re outside right now? What if—”

San reached out, gently taking her hand in his. “Hey, don’t let them win by scaring you like this. I know it’s terrifying, but you’re not alone. We’ll figure this out. You’re stronger than you think, Y/N.”

His words and the warmth of his touch eased some of the tension that had been building inside her. She let out a shaky breath, squeezing his hand. “How do you deal with this? With sasaengs?”

San leaned back against the couch, his eyes distant as if recalling past experiences. “It’s not easy,” he admitted. “We’ve had people follow us, break into our schedules, even try to sneak into our dorms. You have to be careful, but most importantly, you have to set boundaries. Don’t be afraid to stand your ground. And always let people know what’s happening managers, security, even the police if it comes to that.”

Y/N nodded, absorbing his advice. “I feel like I wasn’t ready for this part of being an idol. I thought it would just be performing and making music.”

San chuckled softly. “That’s what we all think at first. But there’s so much more to it—both good and bad. The key is remembering why you started in the first place. Don’t let fear take that away from you.”

His words resonated with her, and for the first time that night, she felt a little stronger. “You’re really good at this,” she said, smiling.

“Good at what?”

“Making people feel safe.”

San grinned. “Maybe I should put ‘part-time bodyguard’ on my resume.”

They both laughed, and the lighthearted moment eased the tension in the room.

“Seriously, though,” he added, looking at her. “You’re not alone in this, okay? You’ve got us now.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you, San. Really.”

He shrugged, but there was a softness in his eyes. “Anytime.”

The rest of the night passed quietly, though Y/N found herself growing more comfortable in San’s presence. They talked about music, shared embarrassing trainee stories, and even argued playfully over their favorite foods.

At one point, Y/N caught herself staring at him while he laughed at one of her jokes. There was something so easy and comforting about him that made her forget, even if just for a little while, about the fear that had been consuming her.

“You know,” San said, leaning his head back against the couch, “you’re braver than you think.”

She tilted her head. “How do you figure that?”

“You’re here, chasing your dream in a country that’s not even your home. That takes courage.”

Her chest tightened at his words. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel that way.”

“It is,” he insisted. “And don’t let anyone, not even some creep, make you feel otherwise.”

Before she could respond, her phone buzzed again, and this time, San didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed it, answering in the same authoritative tone as before.

“If you call again, we’ll have the police track this number. This is your final warning.”

There was silence on the other end, and then the call disconnected.

“That’s it,” he said, setting the phone down. “Tomorrow, we’re getting you a new number, and we’ll make sure the company takes this seriously.”

Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”

San smirked. “Don’t let it go to my head.”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine. “I mean it, though.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help.” He leaned back, stretching. “But you should try to get some sleep. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

She hesitated before standing. “Goodnight, San.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

As she retreated to her room, she couldn’t shake the feeling of safety he brought with him. And even though the fear lingered, it felt a little less overwhelming now.

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In the morning, after a restless but better night’s sleep, she walked into the living room to find San already awake, scrolling through his phone.

“Morning,” he greeted with a warm smile.

“Morning.”

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I know this might sound weird, but… can I make you breakfast as a thank you?”

San’s face lit up. “I’ll never say no to food.”

They spent the morning cooking and laughing, the fear from the night before slowly fading into the background.

And as Y/N watched San tease her about her cooking skills, she realized that maybe, just maybe, this terrifying experience had led her to someone who might become more important to her than she ever expected.

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[unicornsannie]

Ateez-Twitter link(part 3)

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A/N:I'm having a technical problem..sorry guyss😭😭I need to do it again.I'm stressed because of the wrong save

-San-

San likes to try new things with you so he tried dry humping with you. Without him knowing how much he liked the sight he saw, he watched you hump until he cum.🎀

-Mingi-

You know how strong he is that he can lift you..So he fucks you against the wall while you face him while your legs are floating in the air and he likes to see you under his control. 🎀

-Wooyoung-

Wooyoung likes to manhandle you with your hands behind your back while he fucks you from behind. With a slow but deep tempo so you can feel what he feels how warm you are.🎀

-Jongho-

You and Jongho are virgins but he wants to feel what sex is like.So you decide to get on top of him and grind your hips against his cock.He just moaned and didn't want this to stop.🎀

[hornydonutpost]

Title: The Copy Room📠

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Warning: 18+, porn without plot, public sex, quickie.

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Sidenote✉️: I'm horny... YEAH I need san so bad (merry christmas🎄)

Tags🏷: @sansangel @autieofthevalley @wisejudgedragonhairdo @hongjng8 @bbdeongi

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|ceo san x secretary female reader|

San bends you over the copy machine, he pulls your panties to the side, he sticks his in your pussy and starts tongue fucking your pussy from behind faster, you're moaning softly, trying to keep your voice down a little bit, fucks your pussy with his tongue faster and faster and faster and faster, you're breathing heavy while bouncing your ass back on his tongue, he grips your hips and ass while tongue fucking your pussy over and over and over again, his tongue twirls around your clit faster and faster while your eyes rolling back into your head, you finally released your cum and juices on his tongue, he slurps your cum and juices up, he stands up, he slides his big cock inside your pussy from behind and starts pounding your pussy harder and harder and harder, you're moans gets louder and louder, the moaning and the skin slapping sound echoes the copy room, he smacks your ass hard while you're holding on to the copy machine, he pounding your pussy faster and faster and faster, your ass clapping back on his cock faster and harder, he releases his big load of thick cum inside your pussy as you creamed on his cock, you both left the copy room and went back to work.

[midnightrebel1028]

I definitely need a part 2 for this

okaaay, so I've been obsessed with yunho and san for a while now, and I've had this idea where reader is dating hj but is secretly obsessing over san and yunho so hj has this little plan where he makes sure yh and san hear them have sex, and catches them peaking so he let's them join in and fuck his gf 🫣

I love this anon I did this as a part 1 so if you guys want part 2 let me know :D

You had been dating Hongjoong for a while, but there was always something that felt off. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you found yourself constantly thinking about two of his bandmates, Yunho and San.

Hongjoong had noticed the way you looked at them, and he wasn't happy about it. He was determined to keep you to himself, to make sure you stayed loyal to him.

One night, after a particularly intense lovemaking session, Hongjoong decided to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to prove to you that he was the only one who could satisfy you, and he wanted to show you the consequences of disloyalty.

As you both lay in bed, catching your breath, Hongjoong leaned in close to your ear.

"I know about your little obsession with Yunho and San," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. You hadn't thought anyone knew about your secret fantasies, let alone Hongjoong.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly pleased that he had caught you off guard.

"Don't look so surprised," he said, his hand trailing down your body. "I've seen the way you look at them. The way your eyes linger a little too long, the way your breath hitches when they're around."

Hongjoong wasted no time in flipping you over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

"You're going to show them who you belong to," he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness.

Hongjoong pushed into you with a forceful thrust, filling you up completely. He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he began to move.

"I want them to hear you," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "I want them to hear how good I make you feel, how you scream my name."

Hongjoong's pace was relentless, his hips slamming against yours with a possessive urgency. He wanted to claim you, to make sure there was no doubt in your mind who you belonged to.

And as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn't help but let out a series of moans and whimpers, your body responding to his every touch.

As your moans grew louder, you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening in panic as you realized that Yunho and San were about to walk in on you.

Hongjoong didn't slow down, if anything he sped up his pace, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pulled you back against him.

"Let them see," he growled in your ear. "Let them see how good I'm making you feel."

The bedroom door creaked open, and you heard Yunho and San's footsteps stop just inside the room. They were both frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on the sight of you being taken by Hongjoong from behind.

Hongjoong didn't seem bothered by their presence, if anything he seemed to relish in it. He let out a low groan, his hips snapping against yours as he continued to pound into you.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice loud enough for Yunho and San to hear. "Let them hear how wet you are for me."

You could feel their eyes on you, their gazes burning into your skin as they watched Hongjoong claim you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and arousal, knowing that they were witnessing your most intimate moments.

Hongjoong seemed to sense your embarrassment, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear again.

"Don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "They're here to watch, to see what a good girl you are for me."

Yunho and San stood there, their expressions a mix of shock and desire. They couldn't tear their eyes away from the scene in front of them, their bodies responding to the sounds and sights of you and Hongjoong together.

Hongjoong continued to pound into you, his thrusts growing more and more intense. He reached around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in tight circles as he sought to push you over the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Come for me while they watch."

You couldn't help but obey, your moans growing louder and more desperate as Hongjoong's touch pushed you closer to the edge. The knowledge that Yunho and San were watching you only added to your arousal, making your body burn with desire.

You could hear their breaths quicken, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body moved against yours. They were clearly affected by the sight of you being dominated by their bandmate.

Hongjoong leaned back, pulling you up against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight against him as he whispered filthy things in your ear.

"Look at them," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Look at the way they're watching you. They can't take their eyes off you, can't resist the way you look when you're being taken like this."

You forced yourself to meet their gazes, your eyes locking with Yunho's and then San's. They were both visibly aroused, their eyes dark with desire as they watched you writhe and moan in Hongjoong's arms.

Yunho's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. San's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you being claimed by his bandmate.

As you looked at them, you could see the conflict in their eyes. They wanted to look away, to give you and Hongjoong some semblance of privacy, but they were too entranced by the scene in front of them.

Hongjoong smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on both you and his bandmates. He nipped at your earlobe, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.

"They want you," he whispered, his voice laced with arrogance. "They're both so hard just from watching you."

As if on cue, a needy whimper escaped your lips. The knowledge that Yunho and San were so turned on by the sight of you, by the way you were being taken by Hongjoong, only made your arousal stronger.

Hongjoong chuckled in your ear, his chest vibrating against your back. "That's it, baby," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Let them hear how desperate you are for me."

Your whimpers grew louder, punctuated by moans and gasps as Hongjoong continued to pound into you. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Yunho and San shifted uncomfortably, their hands clenching and unclenching at their sides as they struggled to control themselves. They wanted to touch you, to feel your skin beneath their hands, but they knew they weren't allowed.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. "Please, I need more."

Hongjoong's eyes flashed with satisfaction at your words. He loved hearing you beg, loved knowing that he was the one who had reduced you to a needy, desperate mess.

He leaned in to nibble at your earlobe again, his breath hot against your skin. "More what, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need."

"Your fingers," you gasped, your body arching against his. "I need your fingers on my clit."

Hongjoong chuckled, his lips curving into a smirk. "Such a needy little thing," he teased, his hand moving down to circle your clit again.

He began to rub you in earnest, his fingers moving in quick, tight circles as he continued to pound into you from behind.

You cried out as he touched you, the combined stimulation of his cock and his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching as you struggled to hold on.

Yunho and San watched with hungry eyes, their own bodies tense with arousal. They were clearly struggling to control themselves, their hands balled into fists as they watched Hongjoong bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Are you close, baby?" Hongjoong growled in your ear, his fingers moving even faster against your clit. "Are you going to come for me, in front of them?"

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built inside you. You were so close, so desperately close, and you knew that it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge.

Hongjoong could sense your approaching climax, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigor. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, rubbing and circling in a way that had you seeing stars.

"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Let go. Let me see you come undone."

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, you tipped over the edge, your body convulsing as you came hard around Hongjoong's cock.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, the sensation causing him to let out a low groan of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own release.

Yunho and San watched with wide eyes, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they watched you come undone in Hongjoong's arms.

As your orgasm subsided, you slumped against Hongjoong, your body limp and spent. He held you close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he continued to move inside you.

"Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "You did so well, baby."

He was close now, his hips stuttering as he neared his own release. His breathing was ragged, his grip on you almost painful as he sought to find his own release.

With a final, deep thrust, Hongjoong came inside you, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into you. He let out a low groan, his face buried in your neck as he rode out his orgasm.

Yunho and San watched in awe, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body tensed and trembled as he came. They were both clearly aroused, their bodies tense with need as they watched the scene unfold before them.

As Hongjoong came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked over at Yunho and San, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Enjoy the show, boys?" he asked, his voice low and smug.

Yunho and San could only nod, their eyes still fixed on you as you lay sprawled on the bed, panting and flushed from your orgasm. They looked like they were barely holding themselves together, their bodies tense with desire.

"Now, it's your turn," Hongjoong said, turning his gaze back to you. "Which one of them do you want first, baby?"

[xerotiny]

╋━ SO IT GOES [Chapter One]

Chapter One

Stranger on the Dance Floor.

Note: reader has a name and isn't simply written as [y/n]. there are no specific warnings, except for the ones already mentioned before, smut warnings will be given for chapters containing smut.

Word count: 4,716

Taglist: @yunlazia @kyeos4ng @playboygeniusphilanthropist

          You stand in front of the mirror, vulnerable to your reflection; squinting your eyes closely against the surface, finding your flaws, searching for the imperfections which are so see-through. There has to be something wrong with you. There had to be. Notions of flaws created waves of overthinking in your mind; the more you sailed in the sea of darkness, the more your ship rocked, the crashing cold waves threatening for your ship to capsize and sink. Like a derogatory slang stuck in your head, your husband's words give you a dreadful whiplash. You shouldn't be so focused on what he said. Yet, his words ring louder in your ears and coerce a demented speculation about him every time you think about it.

Hubby ♥️ ⛰️ Can't wait to see you in that black teddy Remember to wear the matching garters too They suit you

[Delivered 8:34 pm] [Read 9:08 pm]

You hold your phone in your hand, bright screen flashing the black letters etched on it. Shifting your eyes between the mirror, your reflection and your husband's texts, an unruly surge of insecurities courses through your mind. Maybe he didn't mean the words he said before. Maybe this is his way of apologising to you. Maybe you should stop overreacting and start loving him for once. Every "maybe" had a different effect on you, growing heavy on your well-constructed conscience and dwindling it down to the ground. Regardless of the poorly circuited responses of your brain, you know you'd cave in the moment you watch him walk in through the front door. You'd cave the moment he asks for a freshly brewed tea, his favourite drink to have after work. You're weak for him. And your weakness, he holds in the palm of his hand. Like a puppet on a string.

Countless moments have riled up an insatiable rage in your heart, but even those meagre seconds of anger have dissipated to minutes of hollow apologies and empty promises. In this house, arguments have a way of solving themselves; apologies came to you in the form of kisses from your husband. He tried. But his words would push further to your edge. In the end, he resorted to using his charm on you. Seduction, if you will.

You bite down on your lip, contemplating texting him back. You were already dressed in that black teddy; alongside the garters he had told you not to forget about. All dolled up, standing in the bathroom adjoining your master bedroom, staring at your reflection in the body mirror; that was your night. You tug at the ends of your silk robe, tying the loose ends together to cover your body. The longer you stared, the more insecure you got.

Huffing a breath, you text him back as you're sauntering out of the bathroom.

You I'm all dressed already. Come back soon Will be waiting for you in our bedroom. ;)

[Delivered 9:15] [Read 9:15]

Oh no, that makes your anxiety bubble up.

Hubby ♥️⛰️ Hey darling Small problem There's a minor holdup at work today

[Delivered 9:16] [Read 9:16]

You What's wrong now?

[Delivered 9:17] [Read 9:17]

The bubbles on his side appear and disappear, reappear and disappear—the cycle continues for a few seconds until your phone starts ringing in your hand. He's calling you. Without wasting a beat of your time, you answer and press your phone to your ear.

"What is it this time?" you deadpan, only to hear your husband click his tongue, "darling, I'm sorry. I wanted this night to be perfect as much as you did."

"That's not my question," you groan, "what's the holdup?"

"Shipment issues," he states, "my employees have been at it since the last hour. I wouldn't be making a good impression on them if I choose to leave them alone to deal with this. I'm their boss."

"And maybe, for once, you should use that to your benefit?" you suggest quite spitefully, after his word had left a bitter taste on your tongue. "It's fine, San. I wasn't expecting much from you anyway. After that ugly blowup in the morning, I hadn't pinned my hopes on anything."

You hear him suck in a deep breath. "Baby, please. I'll be back before you know it." he has a certain lilt to his voice, "it won't take much time, I promise."

"Fine," you grumble from your chest, the disappointment fleeting tears in your eyes. "Take care." Before he could say anything, you hang up the call and set your phone down on your dresser.

Trying to hold your emotions together, a stray tear streams down your cheek regardless. The sullen details from the morning come rushing back to you, reeling you down in the deep dark waters of aversion and despair. It's not the why you were disappointed with your husband, it was the way you had seemingly left your words unsaid, following the little altercation you had with him.

As any other day, your morning took off with lazy kisses and warm hugs from your husband. The warmth of his embrace is unparalleled to anything, even the fiercest of fires couldn't compare. There were times where you'd catch yourself wondering if these moments were all just in your mind, if you were supposedly seeking your happiness in these deluded instances. These thoughts don't come and go naturally, they adhere to your heart and soul, altering your morals and beliefs.

Was today one of those days?

Unfair quarrels influence more passive-aggressiveness from both of you. If today's dispute was anything like the ones you've had in past, then maybe, San has every reason to lie to you. What happened in the morning, wasn't just a simple mistake—a deliberate attempt to hide his emerald traces. After all, an intricate piece of silver and emerald had struck a match to light the fire between you.

San is see-through, pretty transparent with his intentions and his heart. So, when you found a piece of jewellery in his coat's pocket, you knew something was up. It didn't belong to you. You didn't like emeralds. And even so, San knows you like the back of his hand; he'd never get you anything short of diamond or platinum. Suspicions rise above all loyalty; above all years you've been with him—it is a detrimental thing.

One thing led to another, and before you know, you were both going at it. Both defending your loyalty, both striving to validate yourself. Anger, frustration, doubt, these are momentary responses; all of it simmers down to guilt in the end. You were regretting bringing it up, regretting ever questioning his character over your sense of doubt. And he? San felt the same, he voiced his truth.

However, you didn't believe him. His story was so well spun and weaved in with his mistakes, that you had no idea how to comprehend your own thoughts over it. He left no room for doubt. He could be a storyteller, if he wanted to.

Reality does break you apart, stringing you along the sound of your phone buzzing on your dresser. There it was the group chat spam. Ten years of knowing them, and yet you never learn to silence your group chat. You peer at the bright screen, reading the notifications as they cascaded down your lock screen one by one.

'Boohoo, she's become such a killjoy.'

'I hope she's enjoying herself :('

'Marriage really does suck the life out of people.'

'Yes, we have quite a few living examples amongst us.'

And they continued on, bashing your married life and your husband, and it only got worse from then. You heave out a sigh and roll your eyes, deciding to ignore them for the time being. Running a hand through your hair, you tie it in a low bun and tease out a few strands in front to frame your face. You proceed to take off the lip-stain from your lips and the subtle highlight on your eyelids. Disappointed still, you leave your shared bedroom and saunter downstairs to the kitchen; your throat suddenly pleading you for a drink.

The kitchen lights were turned on. You could make out light shuffles coming from there. Anyone else would be alarmed, but not you, considering it was someone you knew quite well. So, the moment you step up to the counter separating the dining space and the kitchen, you can't help but let your lips twitch to a smile.

"Second dinner?" you remark with a small grin, teasing the black-haired man slouched over the kitchen island while preparing himself a sandwich—of sorts.

He clicks his tongue. "A post-dinner snack, if you will." he raises his head up, smiling softly in your direction; when he stares at you for a minute longer than he had intended to, he rolls his eyes and scoffs playfully, "relax, I was going to leave you two alone after this."

"I don't recall myself making any assumptions but okay," you mutter, folding your arms over your chest. "Your brother isn't getting back home any sooner."

"Of course, he's the devil of his will." The said man chuckles and shakes his head, taking his eyes off you. He slaps a slice of cheese on the bread, and hums, "so, what did my asshole of a brother do now to disappoint you?"

"I'm not disappointed." You clear your throat and sit down on the stool in front of the counter, keeping your attention on him. "What gave you that idea?"

"A beautiful woman, such as you, are dressed in her finest of lingerie, made some efforts to put on her makeup and even with all her stunning grace, she wears disappointment on the tip of her nose like a pretty piece of jewel." He peers up at you, "lie to someone else. My brother for that matter. But don't lie to me, Ye-rin."

You're rendered speechless by his observation and honestly, you'd rather not ruin it further by whining and feigning ignorance about this situation.

"You could retort and still stick to defending yourself," he shrugs and picks up the made sandwich on a plate. "Or you can—you can live in the little freedom you have for the night. The choice is yours."

"What are you talking about, Jongho?" you scoff, "well, yeah. I'm not going to lie to myself and try to stay deluded about this situation. Yes, I'm disappointed. I'm really mad at your brother for getting me all warmed up and then leaving me dry." Taking a deep breath, you look away and fix your gaze down on your trembling fingers. "But he doesn't have me trapped in a cage—I'm not wrapped around his finger as you suppose I am."

Jongho stays in the silence taking over, his eyes fixated to your anxious mannerisms and body language. He knows it all too well, he knows everything.

"I know you love my brother, a lot," he breaks the silence, "and so does he. I'm sure of it he does. But you're allowed to be a bit selfish in the relationship, Ye-rin. It's not the end of the world if you do."

He makes his way over to you and sets the plate down on the counter, in front of you.

"Eat up," he states, "eat this, get dressed and go to wherever your friends wanted to drag you tonight."

You raise your head up to stare at him, dumbfounded and completely caught off guard. "What?"

"The night-out your friends were talking about?" he bites his tongue and scratches the back of his neck, "I overheard you talking to your friends earlier in the evening. You should go."

"First of all, you were lurking around my room?" you gasp, questioning him, "second, will San be okay with—okay, okay...I'll go." You correct yourself the moment he glares at you.

"If you don't feel like staying for long, give me a call," he shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'll come pick you up right away."

"Jongho, I—"

"—I'll come pick you up." He interrupts you with a grunt, "stay with your friends for an hour or so and forget about what happened in the morning, drink, dance, or whatever that is you do. I know you'll be in your limits, so I will not say anything more." The frown on his lips, twitches to a soft smile. "Just have some fun for a night. Don't think about my stupid brother, okay?"

You nod your head, used to him saying stuff like that all the time. "Okay, fine! You win. I'll go but you better come pick me up the second I ring your phone."

"Relax, gee. I am aware clubs and pubs aren't really your scene," he rolls his eyes, huffing out. "It's alright. Give me a call and I'll be there. Just make sure you don't get yourself drunk. I'm not sure if I'm fit to handle an inebriated Ye-rin."

"What makes you say that?" you scoff, clearly taken back by his judgement of your drinking capabilities.

"From the stories I've heard from your friends, not about you perse, I'm sure they would try to get you drunk and..." he trails off as if to indicate something; some unsaid thoughts which click quite quickly in your head. "That's why you're eating that." He points at the sandwich, now in your hand. "It'll absorb most of the alcohol and you won't be—yeah, maybe a little tipsy, but not pissed drunk."

He shrugs lightly and retorts to your parted lips, as if he had read your mind, "I'll make myself another one. Don't worry."

"Great." You grumble before taking a bite of the sandwich in your hand.

It was a so-so sandwich. A simple sandwich. Slice of ham and cheese between two untoasted pieces of bread. Usually, such things would satisfy you, but this time—you were left for craving more. Something spicy, something more than satisfactory.

             The night only dwelled on the darker inhibitions in your mind. Everything was fine until you left, until you parted ways with Jongho and the house you were supposedly waiting for your husband to come early to. Your friends picked you up on their way to the club, shared a couple of slurs against you on your mere involvement with them and cursed out your husband. At times like these, you'd like to think the girls were being supportive. They could never have ill thoughts about your husband, or your married life. Though, there were times where either of them would blurt out the most unhinged thing and pretend otherwise. Given such situations, you'd swallow down all your second thoughts and wear a facade of solitude. Because in the end, it was your "own" decision to marry San.

San was everything you wanted when you were a freshman in college; the first year of your undergrad was seemingly the talking phase for you two. You had decided to take things slow for the sake of maintaining a healthy balance between your studies and love life. To say San was more than understanding about your situation would be an understatement. At the beginning of your relationship, he had been the first to suggest taking it slow between two of you. And so, it went on for the first year, with countless date nights and weekends filled with picnics and staying in at his place.

Four magical years led up to the day when San had finally asked you the question and popped the ring on your finger. It was a pleasant year, the year after your graduation. Your career took an unanticipated turn that year however—marriage, one puzzling pregnancy scare and your changed perspective of life. Dedication to your husband somehow started nudging past all your other priorities; it wasn't an unnerving situation for you, you knew this would happen. Marrying the man, whom you always dreamt of spending your entire life with, was cherry on top when paired with your stable career. The one you'd thought of having before anything else. One pregnancy scare, and everything seemed bleak—it wasn't just a false positive, it was more than that. There's only so much you could do against the will of nature; if it didn't make you compatible to bear kids, then it didn't. It was a hard pill to swallow, that one. The hopes of ever becoming a mother and welcoming motherhood with your open arms, it was all crumbled into a heap of ash of your fiery desires.

It may not seem as unlikely, however, San had encouraged you countless times to restart your career. And he had been for the past eight years of your life with him. He had overlooked it so easily; he did show disappointment and regardless of the melancholy trapped in his heart, he didn't treat you different to how he had in your best of years. It was then when your mind had drowned in the deepest darkest oceans of woes and depression. An inkling which crawled under your skin and threatened to burst out into flames; were you ever good enough for San?

Just how in the morning, the ground beneath your feet was trembling with cracks, you were fighting the urge to bawl your eyes out. Neon splotches taint your skin in acrid hues as your hips sway lightly to the raving techno music. The dance floor reeks with sweat and sex, and the pungent concoction of everyone's perfumes and colognes. You wouldn't have permitted yourself to let loose until alcohol had somehow made its way into your bloodstream. You'd have to blame one of your girlfriends for forcing you to drink, coaxing you to do a shot before stumbling your way on the dance floor. In no hell would you have agreed to Hyunju's invitation to the dance floor if you were sober; now however, even with the stench of booze and sweat, with bodies clambering against each other, you were dancing to the arrhythmic music. Lightheaded in the beams of dimmed down lights, your half-lidded gaze lifts up to your best friend. Her face scrunches up lightly as her eye catches on the frown on your lips.

She takes a step close to you, synchronised with the beat of the thumping music, and screams in your ear. "You feeling okay?"

You nod your head and yell over the music, "I'm fine."

No sign of conviction graced her face, yet she let you do as you'd please. Dazed by the stammering lights, you continued to delve into your tipsy mind, as your body rocked to the deafening music. You've been here before, in this particular moment countless times before—the booze, the smell of perfumes and cologne, and the pumped-up adrenaline buzzing you to the loud music. It's all happened before. You were used to it all.

On the crowded dance floor, in the heat of sweaty bodies lurching together, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, pulling you back into a strong chest, exactly on the rhythm of the song. You gasped, oh louder than you could've ever perceived yourself. Glancing to the trace of his warmth skittering over your dress and waist, you almost gasp again at the sight of his hands. The twinkle on his finger was long forgotten as his lips caressed just lightly under your ear, just lightly. His hot breath fanned the nape of your neck, his hair tickling a side of your cheek as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. You stay frozen in your place, eyes wide, alcohol coursing out of your system to make you more alert.

A whimper parts your lips when you hear him mumble into your ear, his voice dulcet yet coarse, throaty even.

"If you keep this up," he trails off, his breath lingering on your ear, "I might end up breaking more than just your heart tonight."

This time, a hollowed gasp wrings out of your chest, causing the man behind you to heave a dainty chuckle. Your trembling thoughts conjecture a straightforward retort, regardless of how feeble you'd been rendered by his fluttering lips tracing out every little vein under the skin of your neck. You couldn't think for yourself, let alone for the little bit of confidence left in you.

Is this what Jongho warned you about?

Unfathomable movements under the pretence of lighthearted caper, which seem to only prolong the effect of incomprehension and confusion. And amid all, the overwhelming sense of shame crawls from the pit of your stomach to your burning heart. Your face was flushed, cheeks red and hot, eyes half-lidded to relish the fervour this supposed stranger gave to you. His hands slide down to your hips, fingertips grazing frail strokes over your sequin studded dress, tugging ever so gently at the hem. He brought a whole new meaning to 'dancing on the dance floor', maybe he made it even better. Jammed between the crowd of unwanted people, he was someone you didn't want to shove around.

The man's lips part against the nape of your neck; a few seconds of anticipation almost knocked the air out of your lungs because his tongue had darted out and licked up a patch. You should be icked by this. If anything, under the sober-spirited circumstances of your mind, you'd have punched the man right in his gut. But not this time. Was it the way he held you? Was it how his lips knew your skin? What was it that made you so unresponsive to a man toying with your body, toying with your outdated sense of perceiving pleasure. The music starts to fade, and so do you; harrowing reality slips the bounds of time and space, melting your mind to his warmth.

"Back off, dick face!" and in the middle of you losing your mind, your best friend's voice rings out in your ears. "Can't you see she's married?"

Hyunju holds your hand up to the guy behind you, who, upon catching a glimpse of the twinkling rock on your finger, detaches himself and saunters backwards. Before you could comprehend the events under the saccade of your eyes, the stranger had already disappeared in the waves of people dancing around you. He's long gone in the darkness, in the space where the neon lights don't shine.

"Are you for real, Ye-rin?" Hyunju takes your hand in hers and drags you off the dance floor. "Who was he?"

Only the echoes of her question remain still in your head, other than that, you're replaying the last few minutes in your mind like a broken record.

"I don't know," you shrug, regardless the dark, "he came out of nowhere."

Neon lights bleach out to proper amber lights as you come to the booth your friends had occupied. Hyunju forces you down on the couch, next to another one of your girlfriends and stands in front of you, glaring at you with her arms crossed over my chest. Her skirt rustles a bit as she shifts her weight on one leg, and the sleeves of her blouse overflow the length of her arms as she raises them up in air.

"And you let him do as he pleased with you?" she grumbles.

The gradual attempts of your brain unraveling the moments from dance floor sink in and you scoff in disbelief.

"I wasn't thinking straight." You could hear your other friends whispering, confused and wondering.

"Ye-rin," she huffs and settles down on the other end of the circular couch, "you should be careful. If it weren't for me, chances were that you would have been...never mind."

You see her shake her head and peer at the other girls, deep in thought—not for long however, because she turns back to you and questions:

"Why didn't you shove him off though?" her curious eyes settle on you. "Didn't your brain activate flight or fight or something when he first touched you? Honestly, you didn't seem uncomfortable with him either."

You suck in a sharp breath, your head hanging low. Contemplating, you hear one of your friends tease, "did you like it, Ye-rin?"

Yun-Ah receives a cold glare from you, and she pipes down, pouting. She exchanges a knowing glance with Hyunju who sat next to her.

"Oh, she did. She so did." Ah-ri chimed in from next to you, hitting your shoulder.

"Guys, stop it!" You snap and relax once realising how tensed your voice sounded. "Maybe—fine, okay, you guys win. I didn't push him off because I—" your voice dwindles to a whisper, "—because I liked it. He...he knew exactly where to touch me. My body—I really wished my body had reacted to it with disgust and grimace, but it couldn't."

Your friends listen to you explain, and the same words reverberate inside you.

"I knew this was a bad idea. I shouldn't have tagged along with you," you mumble, feeling guilt consume your gut and heart. "If San knows about it—"

"—wait a minute, why and how would San come to know about this?" Hyunju interrupts you, continuing with a scoff, "look, no one has to know. It was a stupid mistake anyway. Things like this happen all the time. Pretend it never happened and forget."

"Woah, advice of the year," Ah-ri slow claps, monotonously mumbling. "Seriously Hyun, you should've become a marriage counsellor. The world needs you. The people need you. Divorce rates would've dropped if you had just observed married couples instead of picking up a pen."

Hyunju dry laughs, "oh gee Ah-ri, did you know sarcasm is one of the biggest turn offs for guys? Poor Jiung."

Ah-ri scoffs and opens her mouth to retaliate but is shut up by Min-Ji, who strides while balancing five glasses of cocktails in her hands.

"Not you two again." She groans, setting the glasses down on the table. "And by the way, guys? I think we should bail. The bartender here is an absolute jerk and a sleazeball. I had to wait fifteen minutes before he got to me. There was no one at the bar! No one."

"No can't do, baby girl." Yun-ah states, already reaching out for her glass, containing swirls of pink and red. "Ask Ye-rin."

"What...?" Min-Ji turns to you, bemused.

"It's nothing, Min. Don't heed them any attention." You click your tongue and glare at the girls, taking the only glass left on the table now. "You guys make a big deal out of everything."

"Uh, this is a huge deal?" Hyunju deadpans, "you almost got molested. God knows what would've happened if I wasn't there."

Min-Ji sits down on the couch when Hyunju moves aside. "What is happening?" she whispers.

"What happens on the dance floor stays on the dance floor," you stress on the words, "now can we please drop this?"

"No," Ah-ri states, her tone determined, "is everything okay with you and San, Ringo?"

Listening to her, everything comes rushing back in and you sigh, "no."

Hyunju mumbles, "so there's more to him abandoning you on your special night?"

You nod your head and Min-Ji pipes in, "well I know you had an ugly blow up in the morning..."

"It's stupid really," you utter, taking a sip of your drink; the alcohol burns your throat as it slides down. "Very stupid."

The girls watch you with pity as they sip their own drinks. None of them had anything to say, none of them tried too either. The silence which settled in the cracks of the moment, became too comfortable for anyone to break it. Until, you had had too much and spoken the truth biting at your heart.

"Guys?" You murmur, getting their attention. "The reason why—look, the man on the dance floor—he had—he had his way with his body and lips. It was something so..."

"Exhilarating?" Min-Ji finishes your line. "Is that right?"

You nod, "I didn't want that feeling to end. You know...the buzzing, the electricity rushing under my skin—I was aching to feel more." Taking a pause, you glance up at them and lick your lips, ready to be straightforward.

"Twenty-eight days, it's been twenty-eight days since San, and I have had sex."

To be continued.

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[yourlocaljonghoe]

Texting Bf!Ateez And Calling Them By Their Full Government Name. || OT8.

Pairing: bf!ateez x reader

Warnings: one kys joke (yeosang), mentions of giving head (san), saying the word pussy (wooyoung) think that's it tbh

A/N: first time ever making fake texts but they were so funny tbh I might do more😭😭divider credits to @firefly-graphics!

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[jenoddity]

[farlatt]

Choi San

[incorrect-ateezquotes]

Yunho: Atiny always say I’m at the crime scene, it’s a cute joke

Wooyoung: I love Yeosang more

San: you could not love Yeosang more than me

Yeosang:

Wooyoung: I definitely could

San, standing up: let’s test that

Yunho, leaving the room: Anyway, for now let’s go to a more peaceful area

Hongjoong: HUG ME SEONGHWA

Yunho: OKAY a different room

Jongho slapping Mingi with his own hand: why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?

Yunho, grabbing popcorn: maybe Atiny are right

[tinybeetiny]

I'll Make You Sing: C.S

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

->Starring: Rockstar!SanXafab!Reader

->Genre: Smut

->Cw: Explicit language, oral (f receiving), SAN is down bad fr

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist | Rock Never Dies Masterlist

You stand in the sea of people watching your best friend get lost in the lyrics. You love watching San perform. Something about how he's a different person is so captivating. His usual soft personality is nowhere in sight. This particular show had you looking at him in a whole new light. The way his hand gripped the microphone and the way his lips moved made your thighs clench. You can't focus on anything; the bodies around you disappear, and the sound muffles. His head leans back and the sweat drips down his neck. When his eyes meet yours, you feel a strange feeling shoot through you. Sure San was attractive, but you've never looked at him that way until recently. You don’t know if it’s the little dry spell you’re going through but everything he does seems to affect you in some way and the fact that you both live together doesn't help at all. You wonder if he notices the way you stare when his shirt rides up when he's reaching for something or if he can hear your moans from your bedroom.

Your mind wanders thinking of how he would kiss you softly as if he was going to break you and the next thing you know you're on your couch. Your shirt is discarded by the door. He reaches behind you and unhooks your bra letting it slide down your arms, the cold air causes your nipples to harden. He stares at you in awe and you can’t help but cover yourself, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red “No no don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful” he says softly. He presses another light kiss to your lips before peppering little kisses to your neck and trailing down to your breast, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. Little moans leave your lips and he switches over to the other nipple giving it the same amount of attention. He trails more kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans "Please San. I need you" You beg, squirming around on the cushions below you. He wastes no time unbuttoning the denim pants and sliding them down your legs. You're left in your pretty pink lace panties that makes his cock achingly hard. You bring your legs up as he slides the frilly fabric off.

San places a hand on both of your knees spreading them to get a good look at your glistening folds, the sight of your sticky lips peeling apart causes a low growl to escape his chest "Look at that. Such a pretty pussy" his thumb comes down and presses against your clit “So wet for me. So responsive” he watches as your grip the couch cushion when he rubs little circles on your sensitive nub. "Such pretty little noises just for me yeah? Just for me?" his fingers travel down to your fluttering hole pushing just his fingertip in "Fuck San just for you" you gasp, bucking your hips trying to get more "What do you want? Use your words pretty girl" He kneels down on the ground, eye level with your dripping cunt and he can feel his mouth water.

He leans down and presses his tongue flat against you before dragging it up and attaching his lips to your clit. A soft chorus of moans leave your lips as your fingers weave their way into his hair, pulling him closer into your pussy. His bruising grip on your thighs only added to the pleasure you felt "Fuck San that feels so good." You tug a little more harshly on his hair as you grind against his face. The lewd sound of his slurping fills your bedroom. He pulls away and his thumb comes to rub circles in your clit. His lips and chin glisten in your essence and you don’t think he’s ever looked so good. He looks at you with drunken eyes “I love you” he sighs resting his head against your thigh and you feel your heart flutter "You what?" You're not sure if you heard him right "Sh we'll talk after" His lips attach to your clit and your head falls back onto the couch. His soft tongue felt like heaven as he licked “Oh fuck San you’re gonna make me cum” Your hands grip his hair again and your back arches off the couch as your orgasm washes over you. He lets out a deep moan lapping up your release with his tongue. He gives your clit a couple of small kisses before looking up at you “You look flustered are you okay? (y/n)" You look down at him confused "(y/n)?" You feel someone shaking your shoulders and you blink, looking around you. San stands in front of you looking concerned "Are you okay?" He asks, hands still on your shoulders "Hm?" You look at him feeling lost "The show ended 45 minutes ago and you were just standing here"

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[jonggho]

Merry Christmas from the maknae line

[jaoying98]

I can't believe he still hasn't bought him the cake

San protecting his strawberry mochi from Hwa

But in the end givin' up because he is his brother 🫂 and the relief when Hwa gave it back...🤣😂

Video credit tagged on it 🙏