#hongjoong x seonghwa x reader

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After concert smut w seonghwa !! 👀

A MEMORABLE NIGHT

☆PAIRING: Matz x Fem!reader

☆GENRE: smut, a little fluff at the end.

☆WARNINGS: idols x reader, hotel sex, unprotected sex (do not do!), eating out, fingering, pet names, praising.

☆SUMMARY: You had finally got the chance to go to see Ateez.. but throughout the concert, you kept catching Hongjoong and Seonghwa stealing glances at you. You thought it was just your imagination—until you met them backstage after the show. Before you knew it, you were heading to their hotel, unsure of what the night had in store

☆A/N: I changed it to both seonghwa and hongjoong x reader 🤧 It was okay with my friend so don't worry.

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The atmosphere was electric as you joined the crowd of Atiny's gathered at the arena. The excitement was palpable, and you could feel the energy coursing through the crowd, a wave of anticipation that made your heart race. Tonight was not just another concert; it was a celebration of everything Ateez had accomplished, and you were here to experience it all. For the first time.

As you found your spot in the crowd, on the floor, the chatter around you swelled with enthusiasm. Friends were hugging, fans were holding up signs, and excitement filled the air. You took a deep breath, letting the energy of the arena wash over you. You were surrounded by people who shared your love for Ateez, and in that moment, you felt a sense of belonging.

When the lights dimmed, a hush fell over the crowd. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building with each passing second. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, the stage erupted in a display of lights and sound, and the members made their grand entrance. The crowd roared, and you felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for.

As the first song began, "Crazy Form", you lost yourself in the rhythm, your body moving instinctively to the beat. The music enveloped you, and you sang along with the thousands of fans around you. You and a bunch of other people were screaming your heart out to every single song.

But it wasn’t until Matz—Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s sub-unit, took the stage that the world around you began to blur. They were magnetic, their charms drawing you in like some type of spell. Of course those two were your biases. Seonghwa’s ethereal beauty and smooth vocals captivated you, while Hongjoong’s electric energy and stage presence made it impossible to look away.

As they performed, you felt a sense of exhilaration wash over you. You danced with passion and power, your heart soaring with each beat. The lights flashed, illuminating their faces as they moved across the stage, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like they were performing just for you. You couldn’t help but smile as you lost yourself in the music.

But then, something unexpected happened. Hongjoong and Seonghwa seemed to lock eyes with you. At first, it felt like a coincidence. There was no way they looked at you, there's a bunch of other people in the crowd. But as the performance continued, you realized they were both stealing glances in your direction. Your heart raced, and a thrill shot through you. Were they really looking at you? You felt your cheeks flush as you danced more fervently, wanting to show them just how much you loved their music.

With every song, their gazes lingered longer, and you could feel a connection forming, one that went beyond the distance between the stage and the audience. As you swayed to the music, you caught glimpses of their smiles and nods in your direction. The thought that they were watching you sent a thrill through your body, igniting a newfound confidence within you.

The concert reached its climax with an explosive performance, and when the final notes rang out, the crowd erupted in cheers. You clapped and shouted along with everyone else, but your heart was racing not just from the excitement of the concert but from the attention you had received. As the members took their final bows, you felt a bittersweet pang in your heart, knowing that the night was nearing its end.

But just as you began to turn to leave, the guard approached you, a serious expression on his face. “Excuse me miss.” He said. “Sorry to bother you, but I've been requested to say something to you.”

Your heart dropped. Did something happen? Did you do something? “G- go on...”

“Seonghwa and Hongjoong would like to see you backstage after the concert,” he said, his voice steady.

You stood frozen, disbelief washing over you. “Me? Backstage?” It was like your heart stopped. Did he really say what you thought he said?

He nodded. “If you’d like, I can take you.”

Your mind raced, and a whirlwind of emotions surged through you—shock, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. You glanced back at the stage, where Hongjoong and Seonghwa were exchanging farewells with the fans. Could this really be happening?

After a moment’s hesitation, you nodded. “I- Yes, please.”

The guard led you through the maze of hallways, your heart pounding in your chest. You could hardly believe you were about to meet them, to be in the same room as the two boys who had captured your heart with their music.

As you entered the dressing room, the atmosphere shifted. The walls were covered with posters and many different items from the night’s show. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were waiting. The rest of the group was nowhere to be seen, and the room was surprisingly quiet after the chaos of the concert. Seonghwa was sitting on a couch, his legs crossed, while Hongjoong leaned casually against the wall. Both of them turned to look at you the moment you stepped in, and their intensity nearly made you stumble.

“You’re here,” Seonghwa said, standing up. His voice was as smooth and velvety as it sounded on stage, but up close, it sent shivers down your spine.

Hongjoong pushed off the wall, a small smirk playing on his lips. “We thought we’d lost you in the crowd for a second.”

You blinked, still struggling to process the fact that two of the biggest idols in the world were talking to you. “I… I’m sorry, what?”

Seonghwa chuckled, his smile softening. “We saw you out there. You stood out.”

“You dance well,” Hongjoong added, his eyes scanning you in a way that made your cheeks burn. “And… well, you’re kind of hard to ignore.”

You didn’t know what to say. Were they flirting with you? This had to be some kind of elaborate prank, right?

“Really?” you asked, surprised.

Seonghwa nodded. “Your- your energy.. It drew us in.”

Hongjoong tilted his head, his dark eyes studying you. “We weren’t sure if you would come...”

Your hands fidgeted at your sides, your nerves making it hard to find your voice. “I… I didn’t think I had a choice,” you said, trying to keep your tone light but failing to hide the shakiness in your voice. A blush slowly crept onto your face.

Seonghwa stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“A little,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing under his gaze.

“There’s no need to be,” Hongjoong said, stepping forward to stand beside Seonghwa. His tone was calm, but his eyes burned with something you couldn’t quite place. “We just wanted to meet you. That’s all.”

Your breath hitched. You were sure your face was on fire now. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Seonghwa said, his gaze locking onto yours. “Just… let us get to know you. Is that okay?”

You nodded once again.

Seonghwa’s soft voice broke the silence first. “We didn’t even get your name,” he said, tilting his head slightly as his eyes met yours, warm and inviting.

“Yeah,” Hongjoong added with a playful smirk. “We’ve been talking this whole time, and we don’t even know who we’re lucky enough to be talking to.”

Your heart raced under their expectant gazes, and you finally managed to answer, “I’m Y/N.”

Seonghwa’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “Y/N… it’s beautiful. It suits you.”

Hongjoong nodded, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Perfect name for someone like you. It just feels right.” Their words sent a warm flush to your cheeks, their compliments somehow feeling more intimate than you expected.

Something about the way they both looked at you — sincere, yet undeniably intense—made it impossible to say no. You nodded, feeling like you were in a dream.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at their compliments. It was surreal to hear such words from them, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were living in a dream. The three of you began to talk, the initial awkwardness fading as you shared stories and laughter. They were personable, engaging, and you felt an undeniable chemistry building between the three of you.

As the conversation flowed, you found yourself stealing glances at both of them. Seonghwa’s soft smile and gentle demeanor contrasted with Hongjoong’s lively spirit and playful teasing. It was a dynamic that intrigued you, one that made your heart race in ways you didn’t expect.

After some time, Hongjoong suggested something. “Why don’t we continue this somewhere more comfortable?” He glanced at the taller, who nodded in agreement.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Wh- what do you mean?” you asked, fidgeting with your hands once again.

“Our hotel room,” Seonghwa replied, his voice soothing. “It’ll be more private, and we can get to know each other better.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion. Did he just suggest to take you to their hotel room?! The idea of being alone with them felt both thrilling and intimidating. But a part of you was curious, yearning to explore this unexpected connection.

“Okay,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. God, you felt like you were going to die any second.

Hongjoong led the way, and you followed closely behind, your heart racing with anticipation. They lead you to a car and you all get in.

10 minutes pass and you arrive to the hotel. It... it was luxurious, and as you entered their room, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was spacious, with plush couches and a large window that offered a stunning view of the city skyline.

Seonghwa gestured for you to sit on the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.” He smiled at you. He was so hot yet so cute at the same time. Same with Hongjoong.

You settled into the plush cushions, and they both took a seat beside you. The atmosphere was different, a palpable tension hanging in the air as you exchanged glances, each one filled with unspoken words.

As the conversation continued, you felt the boundaries begin to blur. Hongjoong leaned closer, his playful banter making you laugh, while Seonghwa’s gentle presence grounded you. The combination was intoxicating, and before long, the playful teasing turned into something more intense.

Hongjoong’s hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “So, what do you think of us?” he asked, his eyes shining with mischief.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of warmth wash over you. “You’re both amazing. I’ve loved your group for so long.”

Seonghwa smiled softly, his gaze steady. “We’re glad to hear that. But what do you think of us… personally?”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “I- think you’re both incredibly talented and… attractive,” you admitted, your cheeks burning.

Both boys exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. “Attractive, huh?” Hongjoong teased, leaning even closer. “What else?”

You could feel the tension building, the air thick with unspoken desires. “I just… I didn’t expect to be here with you both,” you confessed, your heart pounding.

Seonghwa’s expression softened, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to be nervous. We’re just here to have fun and enjoy each other’s company.”

As the conversation continued, things began to shift. Hongjoong leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours, the warmth radiating between you palpable. “We’ve been watching you all night. You’re mesmerizing.”

Seonghwa reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “You have nothing to worry about. We’re here for you.”

You felt your heart race as their intentions became clear. The playful banter faded, replaced by a tension that was impossible to ignore. You could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the air thick with anticipation.

“Are you sure about this?” Hongjoong asked, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “We don’t want to rush you.”

You looked into their eyes, feeling the weight of their gazes. Something deep inside you stirred, a longing that you had never fully acknowledged. “I… I want this. I want to be here with you both.”

Seonghwa smiled, his eyes warm and inviting. “Then let’s enjoy the moment.”

Hongjoong moved closer, his hand gently gripping your wrist, sending a thrill through you. “Just relax and let go. We’ll take care of you.”

With that, both of them leaned in, their lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Your heart raced as the world around you melted away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the intoxicating mix of excitement and desire.

The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t expected. You've never really been kissed before, let alone with two other people. You felt their hands on you, exploring and reassuring as you melted into their embrace. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a connection that felt both exhilarating and safe.

As the kiss broke, you breathed heavily, your heart pounding in your chest. “F- fuck” you whispered, your cheeks flushed.. The air between you was thick with electric tension, and you could feel the weight of their gazes on you, both boys clearly waiting for the next move.

Hongjoong’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, brushing his nose against yours. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a playful edge. You felt your heart race at the admission, a thrill coursing through you. "Such a good girl.." You whimper as he calls you that.

Then, as if sensing the moment’s shift, Seonghwa leaned in and captured your lips again, this time with a more fervent intensity. His kiss was soft yet insistent, a blend of sweetness and longing that made your head spin. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively as you leaned closer, deepening the kiss.

At the same time, you felt a warm breath against your neck. Hongjoong’s lips trailed down the side of your throat, sending shivers racing down your spine. He planted soft, teasing kisses along your skin, each one igniting a fire within you. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching instinctively toward him.

“Is this okay?” Hongjoong murmured against your neck, his breath warm and inviting. You could feel the sincerity behind his words, the genuine concern for your comfort evident in his tone.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, it’s okay… I want this.”

Seonghwa paused, his lips hovering just above yours, his expression serious yet filled with warmth. “We don’t want to rush you. We want to make sure you’re comfortable with everything, angel...”

You blush as Seonghwa called you "angel." You felt a rush of warmth at their consideration, a sense of safety in being with them. “I am comfortable… I want to explore this. I want you both,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly with excitement.

“Good,” Hongjoong said, a playful glint returning to his eyes. He met Seonghwa’s gaze for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. “Then let’s take our time and enjoy every moment.”

With that, Seonghwa leaned in again, his lips finding yours once more. This kiss was deeper, more passionate, as if they were both pouring their feelings into it. You melted against him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him back.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong’s kisses continued their exploration, trailing from your neck to your shoulder, each kiss igniting a spark of desire within you. You felt a delicious heat spreading through your body, a mix of exhilaration and longing that made your heart race.

Seonghwa’s gaze was intense as he watched you whine and whimper from hongjoong's action, his lips curling into a soft smile. “You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he whispered, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “We’re so lucky to have you here with us.”

The combination of their words and actions sent a thrill racing through you. You felt cared for and desired, a connection forming that felt both exhilarating and safe. As they continued to kiss you, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the intoxicating mix of excitement and longing that filled the air.

“Tell us what you want, sweet girl,” Hongjoong murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. “We’re here for you.”

The question hung in the air, the invitation was very much clear. They meant it. You felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing that this moment was yours to shape. With both of them so close, the possibilities felt endless, and you were ready to embrace it all. You could feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the heat of their bodies surrounding you was intoxicating. With a flutter of nerves, you took a breath, meeting their eager gazes.

“I—I want both of you,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Seonghwa's face lit up with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Oh, little one,” he murmured, his voice a mix of tenderness and desire. “You're so adorable...”

Hongjoong leaned in closer, his expression playful yet hungry. “Sweet girl, you have no idea how long we’ve dreamed of this,” he said, though they quite literally just met you tonight. His voice low and sultry as he brushed his lips against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “We’re going to take care of you, baby.”

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A few minutes later, the three of you were on the bed. It was quite large and spacious for all of you and very comfortable. The room was dimly lit, the air was thick with unspoken desire and anticipation. You could feel the heat radiating from both Hongjoong and Seonghwa as they surrounded you with their warmth, their gazes locked on you with an intensity that made your heart race. You were perched on Seonghwa’s lap, but the tension in the air made you feel like you were floating, suspended in a moment of pure anticipation.

“Are you sure you want this, love?” Hongjoong’s voice was low and sultry, a velvet caress that sent shivers inside on you, down your spine . His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation. You felt a rush of confidence wash over you as you nodded, the need coursing through your veins palpable.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want you both... p- please..”

“Good girl,” Seonghwa replied, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “We’ll take care of you, little one.”

With a swift motion, he pulled you down onto the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets. Hongjoong followed, positioning himself behind you, his presence radiating warmth and sensuality. You felt a rush of excitement as you settled between them, a delicious tension building in the air. You on top of Seonghwas and Hongjoong behind you.

Seonghwa’s hands found your waist, fingers trailing up your sides, exploring every curve. You gasped as he leaned down to plant soft kisses along your neck, his lips igniting fire wherever they touched. “You’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and sultry.

Hongjoong’s hands roamed your thighs, teasingly close to your core. “We’re going to make you feel so good, sweet girl,” he purred, his breath hot against your ear. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation building as you leaned into Seonghwa’s touch. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, your body aching for more. Hongjoong’s fingers danced along your thighs, inching closer and closer to your most sensitive areas.

“Please…” you whimpered, your voice thick with need. “I- I need you.”

“Tell us what you want, angel,” Seonghwa encouraged, his lips still brushing against your neck. “C'mon, you can do it..”

You couldn't help but whine as he praised you. “I want… I want you inside me,” you gasped, the confession escaping your lips before you could second-guess yourself.

The air grew heavier with desire as Hongjoong’s fingers found the waistband of your underwear, teasingly brushing against your skin. “Such pretty panties,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper. “Too bad we have to get rid of them...”

With a swift motion, he pulled your underwear down, exposing you to their hungry gazes. You felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with excitement, the way they looked at you making your heart race. Seonghwa’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in your body, his fingers moving to part your thighs, giving Hongjoong a clear view.

“Oh fuck, Joong.. Look how fucking soaked she is,” Seonghwa said, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect for us.” You whine at his words, feeling yourself getting wetter, if that was even possible

Hongjoong leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your core, making you gasp. “You’re going to feel so good, sweet girl,” he promised, his eyes locked onto yours. “Just trust us.”

As he positioned himself between your legs, you felt a rush of anticipation. “Hongjoong…,” you breathed, your body aching for his touch

He started with soft kisses along your inner thighs, each one sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You squirmed, the ache in your core growing stronger as he teased you closer to the edge.

“P- please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. “M'need more...”

“Patience, love,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “We want to savor this.”

Seonghwa continued to hold you, his fingers brushing along your skin, exploring every inch of you as Hongjoong worked his magic. You felt his warm breath against your core, the sensation driving you wild.

Finally, Hongjoong pressed his lips directly against you, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive bud. You gasped, a wave of pleasure washing over you as he began to work his magic. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

“Just like that, sweet girl,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice vibrating against you. “Let go.”

You felt yourself arching into him, your body responding instinctively to his every touch. Seonghwa’s hands roamed your body, fingers tracing the curves of your waist, moving up to cup your breasts, teasing your nipples as you writhed beneath them.

“Oh- oh fuck..” you gasped, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. “J- joongie..” You moan out as you threw your head back.

“God, look at you,” The older boy moaned as he watched your reaction from Hongjoong's actions, his voice thick with desire. He increased the intensity of his movements, his tongue swirling and teasing, driving you closer to the edge.

Hongjoong continued to suck at our cunt, his hand gripping your ass and spreading it. He shoved his tongue inside your tight hole, earning the most lewdest whine from you. Seonghwa put his hand over your mouth. "Don't want the others to hear you, now do we?" He teased as he pinched your nipple.

The younger one continued his actions, eating you out like a starved man. Seonghwa continued pinching and teasing your nipples, as his other hand covered you mouth.

With every flick of his tongue, you felt the tension coiling tighter within you, ready to snap. “I’m so close,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in Hongjoong’s hair as you pulled him closer, desperately craving more of his touch.

“Let go for us, angel,” Seonghwa urged, his voice a sultry whisper. “We’re right here with you.”

With a final, intense flick of his tongue, Hongjoong sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out, the pleasure washing over you in waves as your body quaked beneath them.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, his hands continuing to explore your body as you rode the waves of ecstasy. “Such a good girl for us.”

As your breathing began to steady, Hongjoong pulled back, his lips glistening with your essence. He looked down at you, a smirk on his face, and you couldn’t help but return his gaze, your heart racing with excitement.

“Now, are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice deep and sultry, sending another wave of heat through your core.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “I’m ready.”

Hongjoong positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pushed inside. The feeling was exquisite, a delicious stretch that made you gasp as he filled you completely. You could feel Seonghwa’s warmth beside you, his hands roaming over your body, grounding you as you adjusted to Hongjoong’s size.

“Are you okay, love?” Hongjoong asked, his voice a mix of concern and desire.

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding eagerly. “Please, don’t stop.”

With a low growl, Hongjoong began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you to adjust to him. You could feel the heat building again, the pleasure radiating through your body as he filled you completely.

Seonghwa leaned in, planting soft kisses along your neck, his hands roaming over your body as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re doing so well, little one,” he murmured, his voice a sultry caress. “So fucking perfect for us.”

As Hongjoong picked up the pace, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans mingling with his grunts of pleasure. The heat between the three of you grew, each thrust igniting a fire within you that left you craving more.

“Ah- Just like that, love,” Hongjoong urged, his voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you.”

You could feel the tension building again, the pleasure coiling tight within you as he thrust deeper, hitting all the right spots. “Oh my God, yes,” you gasped, your body responding instinctively to his every movement.

“Can you feel how much we want you?” Seonghwa asked, his voice low and sultry as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. “You’re ours, little one. Completely fucking ours...”

You felt a rush of possessiveness at his words, the way they both claimed you making your heart race even faster. “I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice thick with desire. “B- both of yours..”

With that, Seonghwa slid his fingers down to your core, teasing your sensitive bud as Hongjoong continued to thrust into you. The combination of sensations sent you spiraling closer to the edge, your body teetering on the brink of pleasure.

“Just a little more, sweet girl,” Hongjoong urged, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release. “She's so f- fucking tight, hwa.”

You whine and clench around Hongjoongs cock, he was fairly big. Seonghwa continued to play with your clit, kissing your neck as he did so.

As Seonghwa’s fingers worked their magic, the tension within you snapped, sending you spiraling over the edge again. You cried out, the pleasure washing over you in waves as your body quaked beneath them. "I- I'm cumming.."

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, his voice a sultry whisper as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

Hongjoong thrust into you a few more times before he followed suit, his release spilling deep inside you as he groaned your name. The sensation sent another wave of pleasure through you, the two of you lost in the aftershocks of ecstasy.

The next thing you knew, you were flipped, so now you were facing Hongjoong while laying on Seonghwas chest...

“God, you felt amazing,” hongjoong murmured, his voice thick with desire as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and slow, allowing you to adjust to him.

Seonghwa’s hands roamed your body, exploring every curve as he leaned in closer. “You’re doing so well, love,” he praised, his breath warm against your ear. “I want to feel you even more.”

With that, Seonghwa slid down your body, positioning himself between your legs. You felt the anticipation building as he gently caressed your thighs, his fingers trailing closer to your core. “Just a little more, okay?” he asked, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and affection.

As Hongjoong continued his steady rhythm, still inside you, Seonghwa positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze searching yours for consent. “Can I, love?” he asked, his voice soft yet filled with urgency.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing with excitement and need. “Please.”

With a slow, deliberate movement, Seonghwa pushed inside you, filling you up in a way that made you gasp. The sensation of both of them inside you was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure that made your head spin.

“God, you’re so tight,” Seonghwa groaned, his voice thick with desire as he began to move, matching Hongjoong’s rhythm. The dual sensation was exquisite, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Just like that,” Hongjoong urged, his thrusts deepening as he found the perfect angle. “Feel us, love.”

Every movement brought you closer to the edge, the heat intensifying as they both worked in perfect harmony, their bodies moving against yours. You could feel the tension building in your core, the pleasure coiling tightly as they pushed you further and further.

“Let go for us,” Seonghwa encouraged, his fingers returning to your sensitive bud, teasing and circling in rhythm with their thrusts. “We want to see you fall apart.”

With a cry of pleasure, you felt the tension snap, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you surrendered to the sensations. “Oh my God!” you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure consumed you.

“Good girl,” Hongjoong praised, his voice a low growl as he continued to thrust into you, riding the waves of your climax. “So perfect for us.”

As you rode out the waves of pleasure, Seonghwa’s movements became more frantic, his breath hot against your skin as he chased his own release. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent.

After the waves of pleasure washed over you, the three of you settled into the warmth of the bed, the sheets tangled around your bodies. The soft glow of the room enveloped you in a cocoon of intimacy, and you could feel the lingering heat of your shared experience.

Hongjoong pulled you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he brushed his fingers through your hair. “You were absolutely amazing, baby,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I can’t believe how perfect you felt.”

Seonghwa lay on your other side, his gaze soft and affectionate as he looked at you. “You did so good, angel,” he added, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “The way you responded to us was incredible.”

You felt a flush of warmth at their words, a mix of pride and happiness swelling in your chest. “I couldn’t have done it without both of you,” you replied, your voice soft but filled with sincerity. “You made me feel so safe and desired.”

Hongjoong chuckled lightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s what we’re here for,” he said, his fingers tracing small patterns on your arm. “To take care of you and make sure you feel everything.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement, his expression earnest. “You deserve to feel every bit of pleasure, and I’m glad we could share that with you,” he said, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your cheek. “You truly are special to us.”

As you lay there, wrapped in their warmth, you felt a sense of belonging and intimacy that made your heart swell. The gentle banter continued, filled with laughter and soft whispers as they recounted moments from earlier, praising your responsiveness and how beautifully you had surrendered to the experience.

“You have no idea how beautiful you looked,” Hongjoong said, a dreamy smile on his face. “It was breathtaking.”

Seonghwa’s gaze softened. “And the sounds you made… they drove us wild,” he added, a hint of mischief in his tone. “We could hardly contain ourselves.”

You laughed softly, feeling a mix of shyness and pride at their compliments. “You both made it so easy to let go,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I felt so connected with both of you.”

“Good,” Hongjoong said, his expression serious for a moment. “That’s exactly how it should be. We’re in this together.”

Seonghwa nodded. “Always together,” he echoed, his hand finding yours, intertwining your fingers. “You’re not alone in this. We’re a team.”

As you lay together, the warmth of their bodies surrounding you, you felt a deep sense of contentment. You knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, filled with trust, intimacy, and endless affection.

“Thank you for tonight,” you whispered, your heart full as you looked from one boy to the other.

“Thank you for being you,” Hongjoong replied softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, we’re grateful for you,” Seonghwa added, his voice warm and sincere as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

With that, you settled into their embrace, feeling safe and cherished as you drifted off to sleep, the sound of their hearts beating in sync with yours, creating a melody of love and connection.

The room, now quiet except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, felt like a sanctuary. You could feel the exhaustion creeping in, a delicious heaviness settling in your limbs as satisfaction washed over you.

“Are you both okay?” you asked softly, glancing at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, their faces relaxed and content in the dim light.

“More than okay,” Hongjoong replied, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “I think I could stay like this forever.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement, his eyes fluttering as he fought against the weight of sleep. “We’re lucky to have you,” he murmured, his voice laced with warmth. “You make everything feel so much better.”

You smiled at their words, the affection in the air wrapping around you like a warm blanket. As you settled deeper into the pillow, the serenity of the moment enveloped you, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

“Let’s get some sleep, then,” you suggested softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “We can talk more in the morning.”

“Sounds perfect,” Hongjoong said, his voice growing drowsier. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, a gesture that made your heart swell.

“Goodnight, love,” Seonghwa whispered, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

With their warmth surrounding you and their soft words echoing in your mind, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you. The world outside faded away as you let yourself drift, knowing you were safe and cherished between them.

As sleep began to take hold, you could hear the soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing, creating a soothing lullaby that guided you deeper into slumber. The closeness of their bodies, the steady heartbeat of Hongjoong against your back, and Seonghwa’s gentle presence beside you were all you needed to feel at peace.

In that intimate cocoon, you surrendered to the darkness, the warmth of their affection wrapping around you like a protective embrace. As dreams began to take you, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged, surrounded by love and warmth, with both boys beside you, ready to face whatever came next together.

[teeztruthers24]

stay with me, hold my hand, there’s no need to be brave, i will hold your hand for you

PAIRINGS: alpha hongjoong x omega seonghwa x omega reader (poly relationship)

WARNINGS: false pregnancy, reader is incredibly upset by this, angsty thoughts from reader, theres a lot of crying but is followed by fluff, hurt/comfort

no physical descriptions of the reader are included except reader is described as afab and having female anatomy. seonghwa is also a male omega and does have the anatomy to get pregnant (yes there is mpreg...sue me).

FYI: guys...this is my first time writing a/b/o dynamics. all i know of omegaverse stems purely from fanfics so please comment (nicely pls) if there's something i can change/improve on!

SUMMARY:

soulmates. your everything. nothing in this world could ever make you turn on your husbands – or them on you; your affinity to each other was just as strong as your omega wolf’s connection to her mates that she found in seonghwa’s omega and hongjoong’s alpha. your heart was ever-so-loved by your mates and you returned your love with the utmost adoration and affection. they never made you feel like a burden.

which made your current feelings of doubt about your relationship, strike at your heart.

all this pain over a simple test.

START:

you loved your husbands – truly, you did. they were the wind beneath your wings, your soulmates, your everything. nothing in this world could ever make you turn on your husbands – or them on you; your affinity to each other was just as strong as your omega wolf’s connection to her mates she found in seonghwa’s omega and hongjoong’s alpha. your heart was ever-so-loved by your mates and you returned your love with the utmost adoration and affection. 

so then why does your heart ache? why can you feel the back of your eyes burn with unshed tears, waiting to delicately fall down your face? why can you feel your chest squeeze, waiting to let out sobs that you’ve so patiently kept in? 

well, for the sake of your mates out in the bedroom, you keep quiet; all on your lonesome in your bathroom. you don’t want them to know how upset you are holding a negative pregnancy test, whilst your beloved seonghwa holds his positive one with immense pride and joy. where was your pride and joy? why couldn’t you be happy? a wave of guilt rolled upon you – who were you to feel this way about your own mate? why couldn’t you just accept seonghwa’s happiness? after all, he and hongjoong were together before you intervened joined their relationship and they had been waiting for so long for the second line on the pregnancy test to appear. they had waited much longer than you had – so why were you sitting on your toilet seat by yourself, sobs tearing at your heart, clouding your mind? 

not wanting your slightly soured scent to reach your mates outside, you hurriedly reached into the cabinet below the sink and applied a scent blocker, praying it was strong enough to mask your despair. deciding to throw your pregnancy test in the bathroom bin and covering it with toilet paper, you opened the door and walked out of the bathroom to see seonghwa resting peacefully on your bed, hongjoong gazing at him with adoration. throwing a blanket over his sleeping body, hongjoong looked up at the sound of you walking into the room, and smiled before walking over to you. 

“oh my love, isn’t this the most happiest moment ever? seonghwa was so excited, he cried and became sleepy so I told him to get some rest,” hongjoong said, soft hands gliding over your arms, resting upon your shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug. you could feel him nosing your neck, and pulling back in surprise at the feeling of your scent blocker. 

a questioning look adoring his handsome face, hongjoong asked, “why…why are you wearing scent blockers love? is everything okay? you were holed up in the bathroom before…seonghwa wanted to see your face when the test turned positive but we figured you were busy in the bathroom…” he trailed off, head tilted in uncertainty. uncertain about your odd behaviour. about your feelings. about why you decided to stay in the bathroom when your mates were outside in the bedroom figuring out if they were going to have a little addition to their little family. 

giving him a small, but tight smile, you shook your head, “I’m fine! I just had a bad day at work and even my shower couldn’t hide how upsetting today was,” you ruefully smiled at him. “I didn’t want to worry hwa – you know how strangely perceptive he is with even a slight scent change,” before you could start rambling, you cut yourself off and looked at hongjoong before squeezing his hands and telling him you would go to the kitchen to get started on dinner. 

you quickly left your bedroom before hongjoong could cast any doubt on your behaviour or hidden scent. hongjoong was incredibly perceptive about your and seonghwa’s emotions, quick to detect if either of you felt sad, angry, upset and was quick to soothe you. you prayed this time, your loving mate – who meant well – was oblivious to your despair. you ignored the set of eyes on your back; eyes that wondered what you were doing in the bathroom when your two mates received news of a lifetime out in the bedroom. 

as you worked around the kitchen, you worked wonders to make sure your oncoming tears didn’t fall. you cut up the vegetables and meat for the soup you were sure would make seonghwa feel better once he woke up. once that was done, you moved to go do the laundry and then clean up your living room; giving your mind no time whatsoever to think about the negative pregnancy test hidden in the bathroom, and seonghwa’s positive one sitting on your bedside table. 

though the distractions worked, you noticed that in the entire time you were busying yourself, not once did hongjoong leave seonghwa’s side the bedroom. not once did he peek his head out and come over to ask if you needed help. doubt started to cloud your mind and uneasy questions started to form. was hongjoong unhappy with you? could he - could he tell you weren’t pregnant? you had been trying for so long…was he able to tell even though you hid your sour scent?

with thoughts spiralling, you stood up from the couch so fast, your head spun. shaking your head softly, you decided you would talk to hongjoong. be brave. talk to your mate…your husband. courageously, you made your way to the bedroom but stopped shortly because in front of you…was hongjoong holding your pregnancy test. your negative pregnancy test. and your scent blocker packet in the other hand. 

and when he looked up to look at you, you could feel your heart crack at the sight of tear tracks marring his beautiful face. he sluggishly moved his feet towards you, almost as if a heavy chain was holding him back, tethering him to the ground. 

he kept his voice quiet when he asked softly, “is this why you put a scent blocker on? this?” he sniffled, gesturing to your pregnancy test. 

“you found this out all alone, hidden in the bathroom instead of with us?” hongjoong whispered. “is this why you hid from seonghwa? from…from me?” he let out soft sobs that tore at your heart. 

you felt the tears you carefully tried to hide fall down in heavy streams, blurring your vision. shoulders shaking, you felt like your legs give out but before you could hit the cold ground, you felt hongjoong catch you, holding you so delicately, as if you would shatter into irreparable pieces if he held on tighter. 

whispered apologies left your lips. the only thing circling your befuddled mind was the hope that hongjoong and seonghwa would forgive you. forgive you - forgive your omega for not getting pregnant. forgive you for hiding your sadness and not relishing in their happiness. 

almost as if he could read your mind – and maybe your mate was truly telepathic – hongjoong caressed your hair, moving your head into the crook of his neck and comforted you with soft “don’t apologise love”. as he moved the two of you to sit on the couch, his woody, earthy scent filled the living room, making you relax further into his arms. 

with hongjoong’s arms wrapped around you and his comforting scent flowering the air, all your sadness melted away like ice out in summer. he rocked you back and forth, like a parent does to their child, gliding his strong, yet gently hands up and down your back and tells you softly to match his breathing; your mate’s alpha knowing full well you and your omega were on the verge of a blown panic attack. 

after what seemed like forever, you felt your breathing slow down, heart softening in its pounding, your mind clearing the fog away. however you felt…ashamed… to look hongjoong in the eye and speak to him, so you carefully retracted his hands from you and moved to sit next to him on the couch. 

avoiding his eyes, you spoke so softly that hongjoong could’ve missed it, had his full attention not been on you, “I’m sorry for worrying you hongjoong-ah. I’m sorry I lied. I-I didn’t want you to be disappointed in m-me,” you could hear and feel your breath catching on your sobs, “I don’t know why I can’t get pregnant…I mean we’ve been trying for so long. I’m sorry I can’t give you a b-baby…please forgive me hongjoong-ah…please,” your voice broke off, leaving silence in its wake. 

you took a deep breath, trying to find the courage in you to speak again, but before you could, hongjoong softly clutched your face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. when he leaned back and searched for an ounce of hesitation in your eyes, and found none, he leaned back in and kissed you so hard, you could feel the breath leave your lungs. 

when you both reluctantly pulled away, hongjoong kissed your tears away before pulling you into a tight hug. 

“please y/n. please my love, don’t apologise for this. I’m so sorry I didn’t see how sad you were before. I’m so sorry y/n-ah. you don’t have to apologise for a single thing, ok? you not being pregnant…that’s something I will never , could never, get upset at you for, alright my love?” hongjoong took a pained breath, before continuing, “you have to understand what I’m saying darling. I’m sorry you felt the need to hide the test. and I’m sorry it was negative…I know how much you wanted to be pregnant when hwa was so you could both experience it together…and I can’t even imagine the pain your omega is going through right now,” he paused to gauge your reaction. 

no longer forcing your tears to remain in your eyes, you allowed yourself the comfort of crying in front of your mate. your hongjoong. you remained silent, knowing hongjoong had more to say.

squeezing your hands, hongjoong continued, “but my love, we can always try again, okay? please don’t blame yourself for this y/n-ah…this is not your fault–” 

“I feel…bad…for my reaction to the test. the test itself. not telling you and hwa right then and there. I just didn’t want to ruin your moment together…I mean, I could smell how excited hwa’s omega was when he realised he was pregnant…I didn’t want to come inbetween that,” you sighed, shoulders dropped. it was only after you admitted this that you noticed how pungent the room had become, your sour vanilla scent overpowering hongjoong’s woody one. 

you hoped the scent wouldn’t reach seonghwa and wake your lovely mate up. god knows that was another thing you could do wrong.

hongjoong let out a strange sound from the back of his throat before shaking his vehemently, looking you deep in your eyes before exclamining, “come inbetween us? what are you talking about y/n? ever since you graced seonghwa and I’s life with your presence, it has always been the three of us, you understand? not just me and hwa. you and me and hwa. that’s how it’s been and that’s how it will always be, alright y/n? never doubt that.” hongjoong’s beautiful eyes were covered with unshed tears. 

you could feel your brain stop sending hostile thoughts of a ruined relationship around. 

eyes widened, you took a deep breath before asking, “so…you still want me? you and hwa? you still want me with you guys?” 

and before hongjoong could blink and respond, you heard a covered sob from behind the wall. you and hongjoong turned your heads to see seonghwa making his way from behind the wall, and your hearts’ broke at the sight of your pretty omega husband silently listening to your sadness with tears streaming down his face. 

“oh hwa, my love, come here,” hongjoong said, hand reaching out to grab seonghwa’s to pull him into your space on the couch.

“I-I’m so sorry for not checking on you my pretty omega…I feel terrible. I was living in my own happiness that I completely neglected you y/n-ah. will you forgive me,” seonghwa whimpered. 

your omega whined at the sight of one of her mates trying to speak in the midst of sobbing. his painful wails made you sniffle and grab seonghwa into a tight hug. 

“my pretty hwa. my pretty omega. please don’t say sorry. I should’ve told you the moment the test showed a negative. I shouldn’t have hid it from you…you’re my mates. if anything, please forgive me omega, alpha?” you pleaded with a sad pout, looking between seonghwa and hongjoong 

“as long as you remember it is the three of us in this relationship – okay, three? – then everything is good my love,” hongjoong said, hands squeezing your and seonghwa’s waists. 

“y/n-ah, I’ll still need my omega by my side throughout this pregnancy. I cannot do this alone baby. I still need hongjoong and you, the two of you. I’ll need both my mates. so please, don’t ever think I don’t need you, or don’t want you, or get bored of you, or–” 

your giggles at seonghwa’s cute rambling made him cut his speech short. together, he and hongjoong gazed at you with so much warmth and fondness in their eyes, you were surprised you hadn’t melted on the spot. 

nodding your head, you gave your mates a gentle smile. “okay. I think…I think I feel a lot better now,” you laughed softly. “this was a really big mess, huh? I probably could’ve avoided it but I’m glad everything’s out in the air now,” you said.

laughing along, hongjoong agreed before pulling you into a deep kiss, leaning back and pulling seonghwa into a kiss with just much as ferocity as he gave you. 

“how ‘bout we sleep in our nest tonight my lovely omegas, hmm? I think that would do all of us some good right? a night in our nest that my two beautiful mates built,” hongjoong suggested, kissing along your neck before moving to seonghwa’s to do the same. 

you and seonghwa turned to each other with a knowing smile, and understanding the mischievous glint in his eyes, you turned to hongjoong and giggled, “as if we would let an alpha into our nest!” 

clutching seonghwa’s hands, you stood up from the couch and moved away from hongjoong’s grasp, giggles from you and seonghwa turning into laughter at the sound of hongjoong’s offence at your words. 

“yeah alpha,” seonghwa said, jokingly, “our nest is an alpha-free zone!” 

“hey! get back here!” hongjoong stood up to reach you and seonghwa, but the two of you laughed like two mischievous peas in a pod and ran away from hongjoong’s outreached hands into your nesting room and shut the door. snuggling close together under the numerous blankets you had in your nest, you and seonghwa giggled at hongjoong’s amused chuckles when he came into contact with the closed door. 

and when he opened the door, his heart felt so full seeing you and seonghwa curling around each other, seonghwa’s hands clutching your body close to him, one of your hands in his hair, the other softly caressing his stomach. 

and later that evening when you all fell asleep cuddled in your nest (yes with hongjoong included, snuggling up close behind you), three pairs of arms and legs intertwined with each other, you felt your breathing relax and your heart ease from the pain of the day. 

the course of events today made you realise that in the arms of your mates, your alpha and omega, you didn’t need to be brave all on your own. you had them. and they had you. and in that feeling of solace, you slipped off into your dreams.

[teaxtease]

ATEEZ when you meet another idol!

note: jealousy, death jokes (?), other idols mentioned… that’s it.

[yundeob]

A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

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[sativateez]

☆ texting bf!ateez while they’re on tour

- i saw ateez last weekend and miss them so bad so this is how I cope 😇

warnings: kys joke, swearing, reader is a freak tbh, some nsfw?

- requests are open for multiple groups pssttt !!

[nateezfics]

Their reaction to you asking to cockwarm for the first time 😩

COCKWARMING ATEEZ

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, established relationship, boyfriend!ateez, fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, semi public sex (hong’s studio), dirty talk//sexual language, intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 2.3k

SUMMARY — cockwarming ateez for the first time.

HONGJOONG

“so…just sit on it?”

hongjoong closed his eyes and inhaled. he was obviously growing impatient, what with his work needing to be done and his cock resting between your thighs, throbbing with need to get inside you. he held his cock and rubbed its head against your slick folds. “yes, baby. sit on it.”

the fabric of his t shirt crumpled in your fists as you braced yourself against him. you slipped down his length, sheathing it in your warmth. you both sighed, him at your tightness, and you at the stretch. instinctually your hips began to move, but a hand at your thigh quickly halted you.

“f-fuck,” he groaned, glaring down at his hand on your thigh like he wanted to do anything than keep you from bouncing on him. hongjoong swallowed while his thumb rubbed circles into your skin. “just sit. you gotta warm it. stay still while i work, okay?”

you huffed and leaned into his chest petulantly. two seconds into trying cockwarming for the first time and you already hated it. you wanted to move, needed to. his cock, nestled so deep inside, was brushing against that gummy spot; if you could just move, it’d feel so good. by this time he’d normally be pounding into you with reckless abandon, giving into what you both craved. right now, he was still, his arms around you as he busied himself with whatever it was he was working on. despite his cock being buried to the hilt in your cunt, he paid you no mind.

it wasn’t long before you were unable to withstand it any longer. you rocked your hips over his lap, whimpered into his ear that wasn’t covered with his headphones, and moaned his name weakly. and just when you thought he had a resolve of steel, his hips rutted upwards. “fuck it,” hongjoong cursed under his breath just as his hands found purchase on your hips, holding you still while his hips snapped into you repeatedly. “we’ll try again next time.”

SEONGHWA

“this piece, and t-this piece…” seonghwa’s deep voice was hoarse with need. and even as he thought aloud, trying to keep his mind together, he just couldn’t focus on the task at hand. he cursed, dropping the lego pieces onto the table. “fuck, baby, can’t i just –” he bucked his hips in a wordless plea.

you bit your lip to stifle a moan. you picked up the pieces again, offering them to him. “no, gotta stay still. it’s the whole point of cockwarming. now, finish building your set. you’re almost done.” you were sat atop him with your back to him. you watched his hands from each side of your form take the lego pieces again and resume what he had been doing.

seonghwa rested his chin on your shoulder. “this would be so much easier if i could focus, you know.” his fingers skillfully put the set together, the sight almost hypnotic to you.

“you don’t look like you’re having a hard time,” you replied, but were quickly reminded of the very hard cock nestled inside you.

he laughed and groaned at the same time, his breath fanning across your cheek. goosebumps scattered on your skin. seonghwa’s lips were against your ear then. “maybe…maybe i could take a little break, come back to this when i’ve cleared my head a little…” a hand slid down to where you were joined, his thumb pressing into your clit.

the clench around him was immediate, and you both almost lost all resolve right then and there. it was so tempting to just let him fuck you, even bend you over this table. but you weren’t going to back down, not yet. “keep working, just a little more. i promise you’ll get to fuck me. soon.”

the lego set was soon forgotten…

YUNHO

“yunho, please…” your cry fell on deaf ears, or rather, your cry simply did not penetrate the large headphones atop his head. you whimpered, cheek smooshed into his chest as you straddled him. he remained oblivious to you, too caught up in his video game. even with you wrapped around his thick cock, he was much more concerned with defeating his on screen opponents than fucking you. cockwarm me, he said. it’ll be fun, he said. you cursed him in your head.

you sat up straight, your face to his, effectively blocking his view of the computer screen. yunho was able to look over your shoulder with ease thanks to his larger frame, and this only fueled your annoyance more. you opted to trail kisses down his jaw, thinking that surely this would grab his attention. but no, it didn’t. the only sign he was even remotely affected was the slow bob of his adam’s apple. you groaned, and with no other option coming to mind, you took matter into your own hands and began bouncing on his lap, fucking yourself on his cock.

god, it felt good. so good. and you savored the sweet torture of his cock stretching your walls over and over, at least that was until one of his long arms wrapped around your frame to still you. you looked up at him to find that he was looking down at you, finally giving you attention for the first time since you’d been on him.

“what do you think you’re doing?” yunho had now paused his game, your bounces on his cock too much of a distraction. “I thought i told you to warm my cock while I played, not fuck yourself on it.”

“your game was taking too long, and –”

“and what? is my poor baby getting needy, huh?” yunho put his controller aside to hold your waist with both hands. with his full attention now on you, and that familiar dark look in his eyes, you didn’t feel as brazen as before. he chuckled, grinding his hips into yours in a way that had you melting in his arms. “well, if you wanted my attention so bad, now you have it. just remember you asked for this, baby.”

YEOSANG

“so…we just lay here?” yeosang’s voice was low in your ear, barely a whisper as you both payed attention to the movie. you were both on the couch, with him behind you and you settled comfortably in front of him. and his cock stuffed fully inside your cunt.

“yeah,” you said, and when you readjusted yourself, you pressed him further inside, making the poor man behind you groan.

“okay,” he started, strong arm tightening around you. he sounded winded, like he was struggling not to fuck you. which he definitely was, your tight walls tempting him to move. “but if we’re gonna do this, try not to move. please.”

the need in his velvety voice went straight to your core, and god, you almost caved at the sound. you weren’t fairing much better than him, but you at least wanted to give this a try. “okay, i’ll try.”

you managed to get through most of the movie with neither of you moving. his cock was still rock hard, and you were still so wet. your mind began to go numb, only occupied with thoughts of him, the movie a mere blur to you. it was getting closer to the end, and the end meant that finally he could move, could fuck you.

you intended to make it, to wait until you saw the credits that signaled the close of the movie, but yeosang’s hand pressing against your tummy showed that he had other plans. his hips moved tentatively back and forth; it was enough to make you both sigh out in pleasure. “i think,” he spoke between small ruts, “we’re close enough to the end.”

you nodded. “i think so too…” you rolled your rear against him for more friction.

“fucking finally.” there was a symphony of relieved moans at that first deep thrust of his hips.

SAN

san landed on top of you in a heap, panting heavily while he kissed your temple. your arms remained around his neck while you both came down from the high, your sweaty skin sticking together. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you kissed his shoulder. moments later he made to get off you, but you cried aloud, limbs wrapping around his body to keep him close. “stay inside of me.”

san laughed as his forehead rested against yours. “stay inside? but why? i’m all…soft now.”

“wanna cockwarm you. just for a little while.”

san was already inclined to do as you asked, but your pretty eyes looking up at him so cutely did him in. “okay. i’ll stay inside, baby.” san remained within you, but moved you both to lay on your sides for more comfort. his arms wrapped around you protectively.

you were content to pass the time listening to his heartbeat and revel in the intimacy of the moment. there was the occasional pillow talk over the most random things, soft giggles, and sweet kisses. sweet kisses that began to linger, grow deeper, and hands tangling in hair and soft sighs filling the air. the heated energy from before returned, and you felt the way san’s cock began to grow inside your walls.

you moaned, and san laughed, throwing your leg over his hip and thrusting. “i think i see why you wanted me to stay inside.”

you smiled as he began to fuck you, fully hard cock pushing you further towards your second orgasm of the night.

MINGI

“baby, i can’t sleep like this…”

“mingi, please,” you whined. “do it for me.” your boyfriend shifted behind you, large hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock was deep, already positioned to hit that sweet spot inside you if he only moved.

“how can i sleep when you’re so tight around me?” mingi was restless, your tight cunt the only thing occupying his mind. he was much too aroused to even attempt to find sleep. he was throbbing, the need to fuck you so intense it was unbearable. “I don’t even know why you wanted to do this in the first place.”

“mingi…” you huffed and fixed the pillow under your head, trying to not move your lower half at all. “just be still then if you can’t sleep.”

“you’re acting like you don’t inwardly want me to fuck you right now.”

“this isn’t about fucking.”

“like hell it isn’t,” mingi grumbled, starting to pull his hips back to thrust into you, but stopping himself. you didn’t make a sound, but the way you clenched around him told him everything. “your pussy is fluttering around me, begging to be fucked.”

when he pushed into your backside, you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you. you heard him laugh behind you.

he kissed your neck. “what was that?”

you rolled your eyes though he couldn’t see. “okay, stop the teasing and just fuck me, will you?”

mingi thrusted into you forcefully. you cried out, barely catching your breath before he was moving again. “gladly.”

WOOYOUNG

“oh my god, wooyoung!” you cried into his neck, fists balling his shirt.

“feels good, yeah?” wooyoung kissed the top of your head while his thumb busied itself with your clit, rubbing smooth circles against the sensitive bud. you were spasming around his cock, so obviously close to cumming.

“this isn’t how it’s done,” you whined. “i’m just – fuck – supposed to warm your cock.”

“you are baby, but you never said i couldn’t rub your clit.” wooyoung was smug, staying completely still just like you asked him to despite him currently working you towards the edge. “you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

your head shook vigorously. “no! m’so close! so close!”

wooyoung smirked. “that’s what i thought.” his thumb was constant, steady rhythm on your bundle of nerves making you spiral in his lap.

“w-wooyoung, fuck!” your orgasm rushed through you, and you came hard around his still cock. you barely heard his low groan through the haze of your high.

“god, so tight, baby.” wooyoung gripped your hips, slamming you down onto him. “now it’s my turn to cum.”

JONGHO

“you’re so pretty when you’re full of my cock.”

jongho’s nasty words were punctuated by the sight of you in the mirror, splayed between his legs, your thighs open, and cunt stuffed full of his thick cock. you moaned, back arching and hips moving in search of friction. “jongho, please. fuck me.”

“not yet, i wanna admire you warming my cock some more.” his eyes found yours in the mirror, and he chuckled at the neediness in your gaze. “you can wait just a little while longer, can’t you?”

that was a stupid question only meant to tease you. he knew you couldn’t. he knew how desperate you were. you were leaking all around him, pussy begging for him to move. “i’ve already been waiting so long…”

“and you’ve been doing so good,” jongho praised with a kiss to your temple. “please just let me keep you like this for a little bit more. you’re just so pretty like this. i think we need to do this more often, baby. don’t you think so?”

you only whined in desperation. “I don’t wanna cockwarm you anymore, just want you to fuck me.”

jongho pinched your nipple, making you cry out. “so demanding,” he grunted. “if you want to cum at all tonight, you’ll stop whining, okay?”

you whimpered, but nodded anyway.

another kiss to your temple. “good, baby.”

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[nightbeforethend]

“when did you know that I liked you?” // ateez

a/n: and just like that I’m back on my bullshit (begging everyone to ignore any typos, I stayed up far too late making these)

also debuting a couple new contact names ☺️

warning(s): swearing

[wooyoungratingbark]

MINORS NO INTERACTION PLEASE!

just came back for a nasty thought.

Imagine being in a poly! relationship with all the members and each inside their wallet has a polariod picture of you, naked, in different position.

hongjoong: he would have a polariod picture of you with your tongue out with his cum dripping from your lips or some all over your face.

seonghwa: he is always delighted to see a sweaty fuck out face of you with his fingers inside your mouth.

yunho: he will be so hard each time he opens his wallet to see of you, legs spread open, your fingers parting the lips of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum.

yeosang: he would have his dick squished in between the valley of your breast as it was covered with his cum.

san: the amount of times he would find himself being hard at work whenever he opens his wallet to see a photo of you being fucked by him from behind, midway that will show his dick was inside you.

mingi: his large hands gripping your plushed asscheeks that was so red from the previous spanking he did.

wooyoung: is the nastiest I know, he would have his dick slid just between your ass cheeks.

jongho: he will keep it simple with his hands on throat littered with hickeys.

[bombuni]

atz as thirst instagram dm’s

bom note: i used google translate for hj’s part im sorry. also i genuinely can’t stop laughing at ys its literally the entire reason i made this post

[matzofficial]

💭 — SAY HELLO TO THE BABY!

pairing. bf!ateez x reader cw. none.

notes. omg it's been a hot minute uni is literally kicking me in the ass ;;-;; so i needed a little cuteness overload! i hope you like it <3 reblogs and comments are appreciated. see you in the next post~!

[yeosanitycheck]

texting dad!ateez

pairing: dad!ateez x reader

warnings: mainly fluff!!

a/n: literally have been trying to restore all of my early drafts from my asks, please bare with me😭 in the meantime here's a text fic with atz as dads, this trope makes my heart hurt

[dullstyle]

☆Sending Ateez a Picture of Yourself in Lingerie☆

୨୧ Warnings: Sexual themes, sexual pictures that are mostly hidden but you still can see hints of skin/ clothing ୨୧

☆Notes at the bottom☆

𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢

𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰

𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨

𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘯

𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨

𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰

୨୧ Okay babies I know I said I wouldn't make anything new for a little bit but I'm currently sick and stuck inside because of snow so I figured I would make something cute. I hope you enjoy this! I know I keep changing the layouts around, but I am trying to figure out the style I want so please be patient while I still work on it! ୨୧

[arilevenatz]

Royally Bound

Pairing: Prince!Seonghwa x reader

Genre: Arranged marriage au, fluff (omg so much of it)

Word count: 10k

Warnings: none :)

AN: Get ready to be bombarded with the most gentleman of gentleman Seonghwa. Omg he is so sweet to mc. I wrote this solely because I had a thought of ONE scene from this and I wrote an entire fic based on it. And don't forget to like and reblog pls it motivates me to write more!!!

In the heart of the flourishing kingdom of Eryndor stood a grand castle, its towering spires reaching toward the heavens as if to touch the very stars. Within its walls resided the royal family: King Park, a wise and benevolent ruler; Queen Park, a graceful and compassionate woman; and their only son, Crown Prince Park Seonghwa.

Prince Seonghwa was the embodiment of strength and discipline. His cold, straightforward demeanor had earned him a reputation as a strict and unyielding leader. While some whispered of his severity, the majority of Eryndor’s people revered him. For though his words were sharp and his judgments firm, his actions always spoke of his deep love for the kingdom.

Each morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the castle windows, Seonghwa would rise, his mind already set on the day’s duties. From overseeing military drills to attending council meetings, his meticulous nature allowed no room for error. He walked the castle halls with a commanding presence, his dark eyes scanning every corner, every detail, ensuring that everything was in its rightful place.

Despite his stern exterior, Seonghwa’s heart was one of quiet devotion. He spent hours in the castle library studying the histories of past kings and queens, seeking wisdom to guide his future rule. He visited the kingdom's towns and villages, speaking to the people not with flowery words but with a genuine desire to understand their struggles.

Even in the grand halls of the castle, where the kingdom’s most influential figures gathered for meetings and important events, Crown Prince Seonghwa was a figure of quiet authority. Draped in royal attire that reflected his status, he sat at the long, ornate table, his posture impeccable, his expression unreadable.

Unlike many who sought to fill the air with their voices, Seonghwa remained silent, his sharp eyes observing every gesture, every word exchanged. He spoke only when addressed directly, and even then, his responses were concise and precise, like arrows hitting their mark.

At times, his silence unnerved those around him. Ministers and advisors would glance at him nervously, uncertain of what he might be thinking. Yet, when he did speak, his words carried such weight and clarity that they often silenced the entire room.

During a particularly heated council meeting, where arguments about the kingdom’s trade policies had reached a crescendo, Seonghwa had remained still, his gaze shifting between the quarreling parties. Finally, when the king himself turned to him for his opinion, Seonghwa’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

“Trade benefits the kingdom only when it is fair and sustainable,” he stated coldly. “If you cannot negotiate terms that protect Eryndor’s interests while maintaining alliances, then perhaps someone more capable should handle the matter.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down on everyone present. Though his tone was devoid of anger, his bluntness left no room for misinterpretation. The advisors exchanged uneasy glances, while the king nodded, a faint smile of approval gracing his lips.

At royal banquets and celebrations, Seonghwa’s presence was equally commanding, even though he rarely indulged in pleasantries. While others mingled and exchanged smiles, he stood by the sidelines, his watchful eyes scanning the room for anything amiss. When addressed, he responded with the same measured calm, his words carrying a sense of purpose that few could match.

The people of Eryndor often whispered about his reserved nature, some calling it aloofness, others seeing it as strength. But whether feared or admired, there was no denying that Crown Prince Park Seonghwa was a man of unwavering discipline and control, a leader who valued action over words and results over empty promises.

The grand dining hall of the castle was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, its high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings of Eryndor’s storied history. The royal family dined in silence, the clinking of silverware the only sound until Queen Park, with her ever-graceful demeanor, broke the silence.

“Seonghwa,” she began, her voice gentle but firm, “your father and I have been discussing a matter of great importance.”

The Crown Prince, seated at the head of the table, set his goblet down with practiced precision. His dark eyes lifted to meet hers, his expression as composed as ever. “Pray, speak your mind, Mother.”

The queen exchanged a brief glance with the king before continuing. “It is time, my son, for you to consider a union. The kingdom requires a future queen, someone to stand by your side and share the burdens of rule.”

Seonghwa leaned back in his chair, his posture unyielding as his gaze shifted between his parents. “Is that so?” His tone was measured, devoid of enthusiasm. “I was under the impression that my duties as Crown Prince were quite sufficient without the added endeavor of courtship.”

King Park sighed, his deep voice resonating through the room. “It is not merely about duty, Seonghwa. A union strengthens alliances, fortifies the kingdom’s position, and, dare I say, may bring you some measure of solace in the years to come.”

“Solace,” Seonghwa repeated, a faint trace of irony in his voice. “How poetic. Yet I see no such necessity. The kingdom flourishes, the council obeys, and the people prosper. What more is required?”

Queen Park’s serene expression faltered ever so slightly. “A ruler cannot stand alone forever. You may not see the need now, but in time, you will.”

For days thereafter, the subject lingered like an unwelcome guest, the queen and king broaching the topic at every opportunity. Seonghwa, however, remained steadfast in his reluctance, deflecting their attempts with a mastery born of his disciplined nature.

But even the most resolute walls crumble under relentless tides. On the morning of the seventh day, Seonghwa finally relented, though his disinterest was plain for all to see.

“Very well,” he said, his voice as cold as the winter wind. “If it shall grant me relief from your incessant nagging, I shall meet this woman you have selected. But let it be known, I do this not out of desire, but out of obligation.”

Queen Park’s face lit up with a hopeful smile, though she knew better than to voice her triumph aloud. “You shall not regret it, my son. We have known the Hwang household for a while now.”

Seonghwa rose from his chair, his movements deliberate and measured. “We shall see, Mother,” he replied, his tone carrying the faintest edge of skepticism. “Though I pray you do not expect me to feign interest where there is none.”

With that, he left the room, his long cloak trailing behind him, the echo of his boots fading into the distance. The queen sighed, her heart a mixture of relief and concern. For while her son had agreed, his heart remained as untouchable as ever.

The Hwang household was one of great renown in the kingdom, its name carrying a legacy of loyalty and service to the royal family. Your grandfather, Hwang Taejin, had been the closest confidant of King Park when he ascended the throne, forging a bond that still tied the two families together.

As the youngest daughter, you were the quiet shadow amidst your lively siblings. Your eldest sister, Hwang Seoyoon, was the pride of the family—a graceful woman of charm and poise, admired by many. Your brothers, Hwang Jinhyuk, Hwang Minseok, and Hwang Daehyun, were no less impressive: boisterous, ambitious, and ever eager to showcase the family’s brilliance to the world.

And then there was you.

While Seoyoon spent hours selecting gowns and jewels, and your brothers busied themselves with their social engagements, you preferred the solace of your room or the quiet corners of the garden. Your straightforward nature often set you apart; you had no patience for flowery words or pointless chatter. When spoken to, you answered with blunt honesty, a trait that earned you both admiration and exasperation in equal measure.

“Honestly, you’re hopeless,” Seoyoon often sighed, fussing over her reflection in a gilded mirror. “How can you expect to make a good match if you refuse to step outside?”

“Who says I expect to make a match at all?” you would reply, your tone calm but unyielding.

Jinhyuk, the eldest of your brothers, was no less persistent. “You’re the youngest. People expect you to be lively and charming, not... whatever this is.” He gestured vaguely in your direction.

“Then people are fools for expecting anything at all,” you would counter, much to his chagrin.

Minseok and Daehyun, the middle brothers, often tried to coax you out of the house with promises of excitement. “Come, little sister,” Minseok would say, his grin infectious. “There’s a festival in the town square. You’ll love it!”

“No,” you replied curtly, not even glancing up from your book.

“Just once,” Daehyun chimed in, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re wasting your youth locked away in here.”

“Better to waste it in peace than to squander it in nonsense,” you retorted.

Your parents, while loving, were equally puzzled by your reluctance to engage in the vibrant social life your family cherished. “You are a Hwang,” your mother reminded you one evening. “With that name comes responsibility. You cannot hide away forever.”

But you didn’t see it as hiding. To you, the world beyond your home was a noisy, chaotic place, and you found no joy in it. The garden, the library, the quiet evenings by the fire—these were your treasures, and you saw no reason to trade them for the fleeting pleasures your siblings pursued.

Unbeknownst to you, however, your life was about to be entangled with the royal family in a way you could never have anticipated.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows of your room as you sat in your favorite corner, a thick book resting in your lap. The quiet rustle of pages was soothing, a rare moment of peace in a household that was anything but.

Your eldest sister, Seoyoon, had made herself comfortable on the chaise near the window. She was in the midst of a long-winded tale about the latest fashions in court, her voice animated and full of excitement. You, however, barely glanced up, too engrossed in the intricate story unfolding in your book.

“And then Lady Eunhwa had the audacity to wear the same gown twice in one week!” Seoyoon exclaimed, placing a dramatic hand on her chest. When you failed to respond, she huffed, her voice turning teasing. “Are you even listening? Or is that book more interesting than my tales?”

“Far more interesting,” you replied bluntly, not looking up.

She clicked her tongue in exasperation but continued regardless. “Oh, by the way, two of the king’s guards came by today.”

At that, your eyes flickered up from the page, though only briefly. It wasn’t unusual for members of the royal household to visit. After all, the king favored your father greatly, treating him almost like a younger brother. The king, slightly younger than your late grandfather, had become close to your family over the years, especially as your father had grown into a trusted confidant.

“It’s hardly news, unnie,” you said, turning a page. “The king’s guards have been here countless times before.”

“Yes, but they don’t usually come with such a formal air,” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I overheard Father speaking with them. It seems they were delivering a message about... well, something rather important.”

You raised an eyebrow, finally giving her your full attention. “Important how?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to spoil the mystery,” she said coyly, though you could tell she was itching to share. “But I will say this—it has something to do with Prince Seonghwa.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, you frowned. “Why would anything involving him concern us?”

Seoyoon leaned closer, lowering her voice as if she were sharing a secret. “The relationships are a bit tangled, don’t you think? The king was close to Grandfather, but he had Prince Seonghwa later in life. Meanwhile, Father had us all when he was still quite young. It makes the royal family feel less like distant rulers and more like... well, extended relatives.”

“Relatives who happen to rule the kingdom,” you muttered, shutting your book with a quiet thud. “What exactly are you trying to say, unnie?”

She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “I’m saying, little sister, that perhaps this visit wasn’t as routine as it seemed. Perhaps you should start paying more attention to the world outside your books. You never know what might be coming your way.”

You stared at her for a moment, trying to decipher her meaning. But when she simply rose from her seat with a graceful shrug and left the room, you couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of unease. Whatever the king’s guards had come for, you had a sinking feeling it would disrupt the quiet life you so fiercely cherished.

When Crown Prince Seonghwa learned of the arrangements his parents had made, he stood in the vast study of the royal palace, his arms crossed behind his back as he gazed out of the towering windows. The distant sound of the bustling kingdom below barely registered in his mind.

“So, it is the youngest daughter of the Hwang household,” he said aloud, his tone carefully neutral, though there was a faint trace of hesitation in his voice.

Queen Park, seated gracefully by the hearth, nodded with a small smile. “Indeed. Youngest of Hwang. A quiet young lady, from what I have gathered. She is much unlike her siblings, preferring solitude to society. A curious match, I admit, but one worth considering.”

Seonghwa turned to face his mother, his expression calm but his thoughts clearly at war. “The connections between our families are... unusual, to put it plainly,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “Her grandfather, as you know, he and Father shared a bond that went beyond mere loyalty. But then there’s her father—he’s younger than father, yet he married and had children before he did. My father married late and had me even later. That’s a strange difference in timing and position, don’t you think?”

He sighed, pacing slowly as he spoke, his thoughts almost unraveling as he considered the oddities of the situation. “The generations between us are not just tangled—they’re almost mismatched. It’s a contrast of decisions, timing, and expectations that’s hard to ignore.”

He glanced at his mother, the faintest trace of doubt in his eyes. “I understand the deep affection for the Hwang family, especially given the history with my father and her grandfather. But I wonder if that admiration has made him overlook how strange these connections really are. It’s a lot to consider in something as important as marriage.”

The queen chuckled softly, though her gaze was steady. “You speak as though this is of great consequence. The ties between our families have always been strong. Surely you understand why your father holds them in such high regard.”

Seonghwa exhaled, his brow furrowing slightly. He did understand. The Hwang family had been pillars of loyalty and wisdom for decades, their contributions to the crown invaluable. The late Hwang Taejin had been more than a counselor to King Park—he had been a brother in spirit, if not in blood. And even now, the king's fondness for the Hwang household was evident in every interaction.

Still, the prince could not shake his reservations. “I do not question their loyalty or merit,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “But I see little reason to entangle myself in such matters simply because of sentiment.”

“You agreed to meet her, Seonghwa,” the queen reminded him gently. “It would do you well to approach this with an open mind. Who knows? Perhaps you will find her company agreeable.”

Seonghwa gave a faint, almost imperceptible scoff. “Agreeable,” he echoed. “I have little need for agreeable company, Mother. What I require is a partner of intellect, strength, and understanding. If she possesses these qualities, then perhaps this meeting will not be entirely futile.”

“Fate has a way of surprising us,” the queen said softly, rising to her feet. She placed a hand on her son’s arm, her expression a mixture of hope and fondness. “Give her a chance, Seonghwa. That is all we ask of you.”

The prince nodded curtly, though his mind remained conflicted. He was no stranger to duty, but this arrangement felt... complicated. And yet, as much as he might resist, he could not entirely ignore the deep respect his father held for the Hwang family. If nothing else, he owed it to the king to see this through.

As he returned to his chambers later that evening, Seonghwa allowed himself a rare moment of reflection. Her name lingered in his thoughts, an enigma wrapped in his family’s history. He resolved to meet her with the same quiet strength and scrutiny he approached all things—but he would not let sentiment cloud his judgment.

For a man as steadfast as Seonghwa, the prospect of meeting someone new, especially under such circumstances, was a challenge. But little did he know, the meeting would test him in ways he had never anticipated.

The soft afternoon light filtered through the window beside you, casting warm patterns on the wooden floor. You were curled up in a small nook by the window, a quiet corner of the house that you had claimed as your own. The garden beyond the glass was lush and vibrant, its blooms swaying gently in the breeze. It was a peaceful sight, one you often sought solace in.

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and you sighed quietly, already bracing yourself for the disruption. Moments later, Seoyoon and Minseok burst into the room, their faces alight with a mixture of excitement and intrigue.

“Y/N,” Seoyoon began, her voice sing-song as she made her way toward you. “Have you heard what Father’s been planning?”

You didn’t look up from your book, your tone flat as you replied, “I’m sure you’ll tell me regardless of whether I have or not.”

Minseok laughed, plopping down onto a nearby chair. “She’s as blunt as ever,” he said, shaking his head. “But you’ll want to hear this, little sister. It’s about the royal family.”

That caught your attention, though you didn’t let it show. Keeping your eyes on the page, you said evenly, “What about them?”

Seoyoon perched herself on the edge of the table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Apparently, Father has been talking with the king. And do you know what they’ve decided?”

You glanced up at her, your expression unreadable. “I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me.”

“They’re planning for you to meet the Crown Prince,” she said, her voice dripping with glee.

You blinked, the words hanging in the air for a moment before you set your book down. “Why?”

Minseok leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? The king and Father have always been close. And with the prince needing a bride, it seems Father thinks you might be a good match.”

Your gaze shifted between your siblings, your mind working to process this sudden revelation. “And no one thought to ask me what I think about this?”

Seoyoon laughed, a melodic sound that made your irritation spike. “Oh, Y/N, you always act as though you have a choice in these matters. This is about duty, about family. You should feel honored.”

“Honored,” you echoed, your tone dry. “To be paraded in front of a man I’ve never met, all for the sake of politics? Forgive me if I fail to see the appeal.”

Minseok held up his hands in mock surrender. “We’re just the messengers, little sister. If you have complaints, take them to Father. But I doubt it’ll change anything.”

You turned your gaze back to the garden, your thoughts swirling. The idea of meeting the Crown Prince—a man whose reputation for coldness preceded him—was far from appealing. But you knew your father well enough to know that his mind was likely already made up.

“Lovely,” you muttered under your breath, picking up your book once more. “This is exactly how I wanted to spend my time.”

Seoyoon grinned, patting your shoulder as she stood. “Cheer up, Y/N. Who knows? Maybe you’ll surprise yourself.”

As Seoyoon leaned in closer, her grin widening, you sighed and finally closed your book, resting it on your lap. You turned to her, your tone as dry as ever. “Aren’t you married, Seoyoon? Why are you here, meddling in things that don’t concern you? Shouldn’t you be at your own home, managing your household?”

Seoyoon gasped, placing a hand over her chest as though you’d struck her. “How cruel, Y/N! Is this how you speak to your poor elder sister who only wants the best for you?”

“You’re hardly poor, and your meddling is far from helpful,” you retorted, arching an eyebrow. “Go home, Seoyoon. Surely your husband must be wondering where you’ve disappeared to.”

Seoyoon pouted theatrically, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. “For your information,” she said, drawing herself up with mock dignity, “my work at home is complete. Everything is running perfectly, and my husband is away on business for a while. So, I’ve decided to grace this house with my presence for a couple of weeks.”

You groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Wonderful,” you muttered under your breath. “Just what we all needed.”

Minseok laughed from his seat, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “You should be glad, Y/N. Seoyoon’s here to keep you company. Isn’t that nice?”

“Thrilling,” you deadpanned, leaning back against the nook. “Exactly what I wanted—unsolicited company and unsolicited plans for my life.”

Seoyoon reached out and ruffled your hair in a way that only an older sibling could get away with. “Oh, come now, Y/N. You’ll thank me someday for my wisdom and guidance. Just wait and see.”

You swatted her hand away, glaring at her half-heartedly. “I highly doubt that.”

As she and Minseok shared another laugh, you sighed and picked up your book again, silently bracing yourself for the chaos her extended stay would undoubtedly bring.

The warm glow of the evening lanterns filled the dining hall as your family gathered for the evening meal. The atmosphere was lively, with Seoyoon chatting away about her plans for the week, Minseok teasing her, and your other brothers laughing at their antics. You sat quietly at your usual spot, focused on your plate, letting the noise of the room wash over you.

As the meal was nearing its end, your father cleared his throat, a sure sign that he had something important to say. The room quieted almost instantly, everyone turning their attention to him.

“I have news to share,” he began, his tone steady but carrying a weight that made your stomach sink slightly. “The king and queen, along with the Crown Prince, will be visiting our household in three days’ time.”

The words hung in the air for a moment before they fully registered. Your siblings exchanged surprised glances, and Seoyoon’s face lit up with excitement. You, however, frowned, your grip tightening on your utensils.

“To what purpose?” you asked, your voice calm but edged with suspicion.

Your father met your gaze, his expression firm yet warm. “They are coming to formally meet you, Y/N, and to discuss the arrangements for your marriage to the Crown Prince.”

The room erupted in chatter—your brothers asking further questions, Seoyoon clapping her hands in delight—but you felt as though the ground had shifted beneath you.

“Marriage?” you repeated, your tone sharper now. “And when, exactly, were you planning to inform me of this?”

Your mother, who had been quiet until now, placed a gentle hand on your father’s arm and smiled at you. “Y/N, we knew you’d react this way, and we didn’t want to burden you with unnecessary worries before everything was set.”

“Unnecessary worries?” you echoed incredulously, setting down your utensils with a clatter. “You’re discussing my marriage—my future—and you didn’t think I should have a say in the matter? Or even be informed before decisions were made?”

Your father waved a hand dismissively, his tone remaining calm but final. “This is not something for you to worry about, Y/N. The king himself has chosen you, and this is a great honor for our family. Everything has been decided with the best intentions for you and for us all.”

“But—” you tried to protest, only for Seoyoon to cut in, her voice bright and eager.

“Oh, Y/N, stop being so dramatic! It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about! What more could you possibly want?”

You shot her a glare but bit back your retort, knowing it would be futile. Looking back at your father, you tried one last time. “I only wish I had been told sooner. Surely I deserve that much.”

“Y/N,” your father said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You are my daughter, and as part of this family, you must trust that we have made the right choice for you. The matter is settled.”

You sank back in your chair, the weight of their words pressing down on you. Around you, the conversation quickly shifted to the preparations for the royal visit, your family buzzing with excitement. But you couldn’t shake the frustration and unease bubbling within you.

You sat quietly, your appetite gone, staring down at your untouched plate as their voices grew distant in your mind. The life you cherished—the quiet, predictable solitude—was slipping away, and no one seemed to care.

The day the royals arrived, the Hwang household was bustling with activity. The servants had been working tirelessly to prepare the house, and your family was dressed in their finest attire. You stood near the back of the receiving room, watching as your parents greeted the king, queen, and the Crown Prince with warm smiles and formal bows.

When they entered, Prince Seonghwa's presence was immediately commanding. Dressed in a perfectly tailored royal suit, his sharp features and cold demeanor matched everything you had heard about him. He was polite but distant, exchanging pleasantries with your father and siblings, his tone measured and precise.

You, however, remained quiet, answering only when directly addressed, and even then, your responses were curt and to the point. The rest of your family, particularly Seoyoon, made up for your lack of enthusiasm with their excitement and chatter.

After a lengthy discussion between your father and the king about the arrangements, your mother approached you with a pointed look and said softly, “Y/N, why don’t you and the prince have a private conversation? Get to know each other.”

You wanted to protest, but before you could, Seoyoon nudged you forward with a teasing smile. Reluctantly, you followed the prince to the garden, where the air was cooler, and the faint scent of blooming flowers lingered.

Seonghwa walked a step ahead of you, his hands clasped behind his back. When you reached the center of the garden, he turned to face you, his dark eyes scanning your face for a moment before he spoke.

“I trust you find this arrangement agreeable?” he asked, his tone formal and detached.

You gave a polite nod. “If it pleases my family, then it pleases me.”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “That is... an expected answer. You speak of duty rather than choice.”

“It seems choice was never part of the discussion,” you replied evenly, your gaze meeting his without flinching.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the distant hum of conversation from the house filling the space. Seonghwa tilted his head slightly, studying you. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “I speak when there’s something worth saying.”

A faint flicker of amusement crossed his face, so brief you almost missed it. “An admirable philosophy,” he said. “Though it makes conversations rather... challenging.”

“That depends on who I’m speaking to,” you replied, your tone calm but not unkind.

He seemed to consider your words, his expression softening just slightly. “Fair enough,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I suppose I am not accustomed to people who value silence over unnecessary chatter.”

You didn’t respond immediately, instead letting the silence stretch between you. The weight of his gaze was palpable, but you refused to shrink under it. Finally, you said, “I’m sure the prince has little need for idle conversation, either.”

This time, his lips twitched into the faintest semblance of a smile. “Perhaps not,” he admitted. “But I find myself curious about you, Miss Hwang. You are... different.”

You inclined your head slightly. “Different isn’t always favorable, Your Highness.”

“Not always,” he agreed, his voice thoughtful. “But sometimes it is necessary.”

The two of you stood there for a moment longer, the quiet garden suddenly feeling more intimate than before. You couldn’t quite read the prince, his every word and movement calculated, but there was a strange sense of understanding in his tone.

Before either of you could say more, a servant appeared in the garden, bowing deeply. “Your Highness, the king has requested your presence.”

Seonghwa nodded once, then turned back to you. “Until next time, Miss Hwang.”

You offered a polite nod in return. “Your Highness.”

As he walked away, you exhaled softly, unsure of what to make of the exchange. Something about the prince unsettled you—not in an unpleasant way, but in a way that left you wondering.

It had been a week since the royals left, and life at the Hwang household had returned to its usual rhythm—at least on the surface. Beneath the calm, preparations for your upcoming marriage were already in full swing, much to your quiet displeasure. You found solace in your little routines, but even that was short-lived.

One crisp morning, as you sat in your usual nook by the window with a book in hand, a servant hurried in with a message. “Miss, the Crown Prince has arrived. He wishes to take you on an outing.”

You froze, the words sinking in. Closing the book slowly, you looked up. “Did he say why?”

The servant hesitated. “No, miss. But your father has already given his approval.”

Of course, you thought grimly. Rising reluctantly, you made your way to the front of the house, where the prince stood waiting. He was dressed impeccably, as always, and his expression was as composed as you remembered.

“Miss Hwang,” he greeted with a slight bow.

“Your Highness,” you replied, offering a polite nod.

“I trust you are ready?” he asked, though his tone made it clear that readiness was not optional.

With no room to argue, you stepped forward, and the two of you were soon seated in a carriage heading toward the nearby town. The ride was silent, save for the occasional creak of the wheels. You glanced out of the window, unsure of what to say—or if you should say anything at all.

Finally, Seonghwa broke the silence. “I take it this arrangement was not your idea either.”

You turned to him, surprised by his bluntness. “No, it wasn’t. But I assume it wasn’t yours, either.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You assume correctly. It seems our families are quite determined to ensure we... bond.”

“Bonding is difficult when both parties are here against their will,” you said, your tone matter-of-fact.

His smirk grew just slightly. “Indeed. Though I must admit, it is refreshing to meet someone who doesn’t mask their opinions with pleasantries.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. “I could say the same, Your Highness. Most people would not dare admit to disliking an arrangement like this.”

“Most people are not in my position,” he replied simply.

The carriage came to a stop, and the footman opened the door. Seonghwa stepped out first, offering you his hand. Reluctantly, you took it, allowing him to help you down. The two of you stood at the entrance to the bustling town square, the lively atmosphere a stark contrast to the tense silence between you.

“This town is known for its markets,” Seonghwa said, gesturing to the colorful stalls ahead. “I thought it might be... suitable for an outing.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Was that your idea, or your family’s?”

He paused, his gaze steady. “Does it matter?”

You didn’t answer, instead turning your attention to the market. The two of you walked side by side, the chatter and laughter of the townsfolk filling the air. Occasionally, Seonghwa would point out a stall or comment on a vendor’s goods, but your responses were short and polite.

At one point, he stopped in front of a flower vendor, his eyes scanning the vibrant array of blooms. “Do you have a favorite flower, Miss Hwang?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Not particularly.”

He picked up a small bouquet of white lilies, studying them for a moment before handing them to the vendor. “Then allow me to choose,” he said, his tone calm but firm.

You accepted the bouquet hesitantly, unsure of what to say. The gesture felt oddly personal, and you couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or annoyed.

As the outing continued, the initial stiffness between you began to ease—just slightly. By the time the sun began to set, the carriage ride back was not as silent as before. Though your exchanges were still brief, there was a newfound understanding between you, however faint it might have been.

When you arrived back at the Hwang household, Seonghwa escorted you to the door, his expression as composed as ever. “Thank you for indulging this outing, Miss Hwang. I hope it was not entirely unpleasant.”

You glanced at him, clutching the bouquet of lilies. “It was... tolerable,” you said, a hint of dry humor in your tone.

He inclined his head slightly, the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes. “I shall take that as a success. Until next time.”

With that, he turned and left, leaving you standing at the door with the flowers in hand. As you watched the carriage disappear down the path, you couldn’t help but wonder what the next “arranged” meeting would bring.

You retreated to your room, eager for solitude. You placed the bouquet of white lilies on a small table near the window, their subtle fragrance filling the air as you sat on the edge of your bed.

Moments later, your door creaked open without so much as a knock. Seoyoon stepped in, her eyes immediately landing on the bouquet. A mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Well, well,” she began, closing the door behind her. “It seems the Crown Prince is quite the gentleman, isn’t he?”

You didn’t look up, reaching for the book on your bedside table. “If you’re here to tease me, save your breath. I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, come now,” she said, flopping onto the chair near the window and picking up one of the lilies. “A prince gives you flowers, and you sit here sulking as if it were some great tragedy. Most girls would be over the moon!”

“You’re welcome to them if you’re so envious,” you replied dryly, flipping a page.

Seoyoon gasped theatrically, holding the lily to her chest. “How heartless! And here I thought you might finally soften up a little. Tell me, how did it go? Did he say anything romantic? Or was it all as cold and stiff as you?”

You shot her a glare over the top of your book. “It was... fine. He talked. I listened. That’s all there is to it.”

“‘Fine,’” she echoed, rolling her eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that? Most people would kill for a chance to speak with him, let alone be courted by him.”

“I’m not ‘most people,’” you replied, your voice flat.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “You didn’t thank him for the flowers, did you?”

Your silence was enough.

Seoyoon groaned, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re hopeless, truly. The least you could do is try to show some interest. He’s the Crown Prince, for goodness’ sake!”

Closing your book with a snap, you fixed her with a level stare. “I didn’t ask for any of this, Seoyoon. I didn’t ask for the flowers, the outing, or the marriage. If he wants to court someone, he can find someone who actually cares.”

Seoyoon sighed, her teasing demeanor softening slightly. “I know you didn’t ask for this, Y/N. But it’s happening, whether you like it or not. You could at least give him a chance. Who knows? He might surprise you.”

You, staring at the lilies with a faint frown, replied bluntly, “He looks like he doesn’t enjoy company himself. This whole arrangement is just as forced on him as it is on me.” You paused, your voice lowering. “I’ve been a burden to all of you long enough. Now, I’ll just be a burden to the royal family instead.”

Her brows knit together, and she crossed her arms, stepping closer to you. “Y/N, don’t say that. You’re not a burden.”

You let out a humorless laugh, finally looking up at her. “Am I not? Everyone in this house pushes me to be someone I’m not. To go out, to socialize, to act the part. And now, I’m being married off to a prince who probably thinks I’m as much of a nuisance as I think this whole situation is.”

Seoyoon crouched slightly so she could look directly into your eyes, her expression unusually serious. “You’re not a nuisance, and you’re not a burden. You’re just... different. And that’s not a bad thing.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter what I think, does it? I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing it for Father, for the family, for appearances. Isn’t that all I’ve ever done?”

Seoyoon’s lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but no words came out. She knew you were right, at least in part. Finally, she placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I won’t pretend to understand how you feel, but I do know this—whatever the reason for this marriage, it’s not because you’re a burden. You’re marrying a prince, Y/N. That means, whether you like it or not, someone sees your worth.”

You scoffed, but your gaze softened slightly. “Or they just see what’s convenient.”

Seoyoon straightened up and shook her head with a faint smile. “You’ll see, Y/N. Maybe he doesn’t look like the warmest person, but I doubt he’s as indifferent as you think. People like him don’t show their cards right away.”

“Or ever,” you muttered under your breath.

“Give him a chance,” she urged one last time, heading for the door. “And give yourself one too.”

As the door clicked shut behind her, you turned back to the lilies, their delicate beauty contrasting sharply with the heaviness in your chest. A burden or not, the path before you had been set. All that remained now was to walk it, whether you liked it or not.

The royal wedding was a grand affair, filled with splendor and elegance that you could hardly process. The intricate decorations, the endless sea of nobles in fine clothing, and the constant hum of polite conversation all blurred together in your mind. Through it all, you remained stoic, performing each ritual with quiet precision.

Seonghwa, as expected, was composed and regal throughout, his every action calculated and perfect. Yet there was something in his demeanor—something almost... softer than you’d expected.

When the final ritual was completed, and the two of you were officially declared husband and wife, the grand hall erupted into applause. You stood there, holding his hand lightly as tradition demanded, your expression unreadable.

It wasn’t until the two of you were seated at the head of the banquet table that Seonghwa’s façade shifted ever so slightly. Leaning closer, he asked in a low voice, “Are you comfortable, Miss Hwang?”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “It’s Lady Park now,” you replied, your tone calm.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Ah, yes. My apologies. Are you comfortable... Lady Park?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “I am fine, Your Highness.”

He glanced at the feast before you, his voice quiet but insistent. “And the food? Is it to your liking?”

“It’s... more than sufficient,” you replied, unsure how else to respond.

For a moment, silence hung between you as you both turned your attention to the crowd of nobles mingling below. Then, out of nowhere, Seonghwa leaned in closer, his shoulder brushing lightly against yours. “See that man in the green coat near the pillar?” he whispered, his tone conspiratorial.

Your eyes followed his gaze to a portly man with a large mustache. “Yes?”

“That’s Lord Baek. He prides himself on his wine collection, yet he can’t tell the difference between a rare vintage and a common bottle of grape juice. It’s quite the running joke among the court.”

You glanced at him, unsure whether to laugh or remain indifferent. “And you’re telling me this because...?”

“Because,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, “you’ll hear him mention his wine at least three times tonight. Consider it a test of your patience.”

Despite yourself, a small smile ghosted across your lips. “Noted.”

He nodded, his expression still unreadable but his tone oddly warm. “And over there, by the orchestra—that’s Lady Seo. She once petitioned the court to create a holiday celebrating her dog’s birthday.”

This time, you couldn’t suppress a quiet chuckle. “You’re joking.”

“I assure you, I am not,” he said, his lips quirking into the faintest smile. “The petition was, of course, denied.”

As the evening progressed, Seonghwa continued his whispered commentary, pointing out various nobles and sharing tidbits about them. His tone remained calm and steady, but there was a subtle playfulness in his words that made it feel almost like a private game between the two of you.

For the first time, the weight of the occasion felt a little less suffocating. While you remained stoic, you couldn’t deny that his unexpected warmth and attentiveness were... surprising.

When the banquet finally began to wind down, he leaned closer once more, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “I know this is overwhelming, Lady Park, but if it is any consolation, you’ve handled it with grace.”

You turned to him, meeting his steady gaze. “Thank you, Your Highness. Though I suspect you’ve handled it far more times than I ever will.”

He inclined his head slightly, his faint smile returning. “Perhaps. But it seems we’ll be handling it together now.”

The weight of his words lingered as the evening drew to a close, leaving you with an unexpected sense of companionship—however fragile it might have been.

The grand festivities had finally come to an end, and the palace halls grew quiet as the guests dispersed. Servants had escorted you and Seonghwa to the newly prepared royal chamber, its luxurious décor only adding to the weight of the day.

The large room was lit softly by golden sconces and candles, the warmth of the light contrasting with the coolness of your nerves. You stood in the center of the room, unsure what to do or say, your hands fidgeting slightly with the heavy jewelry draped over you.

Seonghwa, ever composed, closed the door behind him. For a moment, he stood silently, observing you with his usual unreadable expression. Then, stepping closer, he spoke in a tone that was softer than you expected.

“May I help you?”

You looked at him, startled. “With...?”

He gestured toward the intricate outer layers of your wedding dress and the heavy ornaments adorning your neck and wrists. “With this. I imagine it has been a long day for you.”

You hesitated, unsure whether to agree, but the weight of the jewelry was becoming unbearable. Finally, you gave him a small nod. “If you wish, Your Highness.”

A faint smile ghosted across his lips as he stepped behind you. “Turn around,” he instructed gently.

You complied, feeling his presence close behind you as his hands moved to unclasp the elaborate necklace around your neck. His movements were careful, precise, as though he feared hurting you.

“This must be heavier than it looks,” he murmured, setting the necklace aside on a nearby table.

“It is,” you replied quietly, your voice barely audible.

He moved to the bracelets next, unfastening them with ease. “I imagine it wasn’t easy to wear all this through the day.”

“It wasn’t, but I managed,” you said, your tone as stoic as ever.

“Of course you did,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Next, his hands reached for the ties of your outer gown, his fingers working deftly to loosen them. You felt the fabric lighten as he removed the outer layer, draping it neatly over a chair.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, stepping back slightly. “It felt inappropriate to summon a maid for this.”

You turned to face him, surprised by his consideration. “It’s fine,” you said softly, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away.

He inclined his head slightly, his dark eyes studying you for a moment. “You must be tired. You should rest.”

“And you, Your Highness?” you asked, your tone polite but distant.

He smiled faintly, the expression barely reaching his eyes. “I’ll manage, as I always do.”

With that, he stepped away, giving you space to prepare for bed. Though the room was large and luxurious, the atmosphere between you was quiet, almost delicate. As you finally lay down, your mind swirled with thoughts of the day, of the marriage, and of the man who had, against your expectations, shown you an unexpected gentleness.

When Seonghwa finally settled into the space beside you, he didn’t say a word. Yet, the calmness in his demeanor seemed to ease some of the tension in the room. And though you still felt like strangers, for the first time, you didn’t feel entirely alone.

The room was quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. You lay on the grand bed, staring at the ornate canopy above, trying to will yourself to sleep. The day had been exhausting, yet your mind refused to settle. Beside you, Seonghwa’s steady breathing suggested he was equally restless.

Minutes passed in silence before his voice broke through the stillness, low and steady. “You’re not asleep either, are you?”

You turned your head slightly, catching the faint outline of his face in the dim light. “No,” you admitted. “Too much on my mind.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Understandable. Today was... a lot, even by royal standards.”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it clearly. “Do you ever get used to it? The expectations, the attention, the... weight of it all?”

“Not entirely,” he replied honestly. “But you learn to carry it differently over time.”

There was a pause, and then he added, “Though I imagine this is harder for you. You didn’t grow up with it.”

You let out a soft sigh, your voice quieter now. “It’s overwhelming. I feel like I don’t belong here.”

He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. “You’ll find your place. It may take time, but you will.”

You turned to face him, his face now more visible in the faint glow of the firelight. “Why are you being so gentle with me?” you asked, your tone a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

His lips curved into the faintest smile, one corner quirking up. “I’m introverted, not heartless.”

The unexpected honesty in his reply caught you off guard, and for the first time that day, a small, genuine smile tugged at your lips. “Fair point.”

He lay back down, his voice softer now. “I don’t see the point in making this harder than it has to be. We’re both here because of duty, not choice. But that doesn’t mean we can’t find a way to make it bearable.”

You considered his words, the tension in your chest easing just slightly. “I suppose that makes sense.”

After you murmured your agreement, Seonghwa shifted slightly, turning onto his side to face you. His dark eyes, steady and calm, met yours in the dim light.

“You should sleep,” he said softly, his tone carrying a hint of finality. “It’s been a long day, and tomorrow will bring its own demands.”

You blinked at him, surprised by the subtle warmth in his voice despite his usual reserved demeanor. “I could say the same to you,” you replied, your tone quieter now.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, barely visible in the low light. “I’ll sleep when you do. Consider it... a gesture of fairness.”

You didn’t argue, though you couldn’t quite bring yourself to look away from him. The firelight cast faint shadows on his face, softening the sharpness of his features. For a moment, you wondered if the man who had seemed so cold and distant all day might have more to him than you had assumed.

“Goodnight, Lady Park,” he said, his voice low and steady, his eyes lingering on yours for a beat longer than necessary before he closed them.

You hesitated, then finally replied, “Goodnight, Your Highness.”

Turning onto your back, you stared up at the canopy once more. But this time, the weight of the day felt a little lighter, and though your thoughts still swirled, the warmth of his words lingered, eventually lulling you into a restless, yet strangely comforting sleep.

The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains as you rose, the events of the previous day still weighing on your mind. After breakfast, you were introduced to your lady-in-waiting, a young woman named Eunji. She was polite and cheerful, eager to assist as she began organizing your dresses and jewelry in the royal wardrobe.

As she carefully laid out a selection of necklaces, her eyes lingered on one in particular—a delicate piece adorned with shimmering pearls and intricate goldwork.

“This one is especially beautiful,” she said softly, almost as though she hadn’t meant to voice her thoughts aloud.

You glanced at the necklace, then at her. “Do you like it?”

Her cheeks flushed as she quickly shook her head. “Oh, no, My Lady. It’s not my place to—”

You cut her off gently. “If you like it, you can keep it.”

Eunji froze, her eyes wide. “What? No, My Lady, I couldn’t possibly—His Highness would be furious if he found out—”

“He won’t,” you interrupted, your tone calm but firm. “And even if he does, I’ll deal with him.”

She hesitated, wringing her hands as she looked from you to the necklace. “But it’s too valuable... it wouldn’t be right.”

You sighed lightly, picking up the necklace and placing it in her hands. “Eunji, if I say it’s yours, then it’s yours. Consider it a gift.”

Her eyes filled with hesitation, but also gratitude. “My Lady, you’re too kind...”

“I insist,” you said, giving her a faint smile. “Besides, what’s the point of having all of this if it can’t bring someone a little happiness?”

After a moment of silence, she finally nodded, her fingers curling around the necklace. “Thank you, My Lady. I’ll treasure it.”

You gave her a small nod and returned to sorting through the rest of the items. Though you didn’t say it aloud, her joy over something so simple felt strangely fulfilling, a brief reprieve from the unfamiliar world you now found yourself navigating.

Later that afternoon, Seonghwa approached you as you sat in the study, quietly reading through a book. His footsteps were soft, but his presence was impossible to miss. Without preamble, he spoke, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of curiosity.

“I see you’ve gifted something to one of the servants.”

You looked up from your book, meeting his gaze. His face, as usual, betrayed little emotion, but there was no trace of anger there. “Yes,” you admitted evenly. “Are you mad?”

A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. “It’s your belongings. Do whatever you wish with them.”

His words were simple, yet they carried an air of reassurance that you hadn’t expected.

He paused briefly, glancing toward the window before continuing. “By the way, I noticed you’ve organized your belongings in my room quite efficiently. Impressive.”

You blinked, your calm exterior faltering just slightly. “Should I... remove them?” you asked hesitantly, unsure if he found the arrangement intrusive.

Seonghwa turned his gaze back to you, his dark eyes steady and unreadable. “No,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “This room, this house—they’re yours now. You can do whatever you want here.”

For a moment, his words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. He wasn’t just giving you permission to arrange your belongings; he was offering you a sense of ownership, of belonging, in a world that still felt foreign to you.

You nodded slowly, unsure how to respond. “Thank you,” you murmured, returning your attention to your book, though your thoughts now lingered on his unexpected generosity.

Seonghwa didn’t say anything more. He simply gave a faint nod and walked away, leaving you with a strange sense of comfort and the quiet realization that, perhaps, this new life wouldn’t be as lonely as you had feared.

The days in the palace continued, a quiet routine settling between you and Seonghwa, interrupted only by the occasional royal event or meeting. You had grown accustomed to the rhythms of royal life, though the sense of unfamiliarity still lingered in the corners of your mind. The grand halls, the soft whispers of servants, the unspoken expectations—they all seemed so far removed from the life you had once known.

One afternoon, as you sorted through your tasks, you hesitated for a moment before turning to Seonghwa, who was seated at his desk, reading through a pile of royal documents.

“Seonghwa,” you began, your voice tentative, “I was wondering if I could have a little money. I need it for... something.”

He glanced up from his papers, his gaze sharp as always, but this time, there was a trace of something softer behind his eyes. He studied you for a moment, and then, it hit him—the realization that you still seemed uncertain, still hesitant when it came to making decisions, even small ones.

He set down his papers, his voice quieter, almost gentle as he addressed you.

“You still ask for permission, don’t you?” he said, a subtle sadness creeping into his words.

You froze, not quite understanding what he meant. “I... I just don’t want to overstep.”

Seonghwa shook his head, standing up from his desk. “This is your house now. It’s your life, your choices. And,” he paused, walking over to you with a soft expression, “my money is your money. You don’t need permission for anything.”

His words were simple, but they carried a weight of sincerity, as though he were explaining something basic to a child. And for a brief moment, you felt a warmth in your chest—a quiet understanding that perhaps, in his own way, Seonghwa was offering you a sense of freedom, something you had never truly known in this new world.

“You can do whatever you want,” he continued, his voice softer now. “The money, the house, everything. It’s yours. Don’t ask for permission again.”

You blinked at him, surprised by the softness in his tone, the genuine care that laced his words. Slowly, you nodded, the nervous tension in your shoulders easing. “Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seonghwa gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but still held a certain warmth. “You don’t need to thank me for that. I’m just reminding you of something you’ve already earned.”

You felt a strange comfort in his words, the weight of them sinking into your heart. It was a small moment, a simple exchange, but somehow it made this life, this strange new world you were trying to navigate, feel just a little more like home.

For the first time since childhood, since stepping into the palace and the unfamiliar life it held, you felt something you hadn’t realized you were missing: importance. You were no longer just a piece in someone else’s game, a mere addition to a royal family that was bound by duty and expectation. Seonghwa’s words—his reminder that this house, this life, was as much yours as it was his—had cracked open something inside you.

Without thinking, your arms moved instinctively, wrapping tightly around him. His presence, his warmth, and the unexpected kindness of his words had unraveled something deep inside you, something you hadn’t let yourself feel before: a sense of belonging.

Seonghwa froze for a moment, clearly startled by the sudden embrace. His body stiffened, unsure of how to react to the closeness, the softness in your hold. You could feel his breath catch slightly, his posture rigid as though he were trying to figure out whether to push you away or to let the moment pass. But you held on, the need to feel this sense of connection overwhelming any reservations you had.

“I... I’m sorry,” you muttered, realizing only then that you were clinging to him, your face pressed against his chest.

For a long, tense moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you felt thick, as though both of you were holding your breath. Then, slowly, you felt Seonghwa’s arms move around you—hesitant at first, as though he wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to the warmth of your embrace. But when he did finally wrap his arms around you, the touch was gentle, almost tender, as though he was grounding himself in this unspoken moment.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he murmured quietly into your hair, his voice low and steady. There was an unfamiliar softness in it, a rare vulnerability that he seldom allowed to show. “You’re not a burden, you know.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, the knot in your chest loosening. His words, so simple yet so profound, made your heart flutter. You had been carrying the weight of so many expectations for so long, always trying to be what was needed, always trying to do what was right. But here, in his arms, you felt for the first time like you mattered—not for what you could offer, but for who you were.

“I just... I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, as though you were afraid to speak the truth out loud. “I don’t know how to navigate this life. It feels... so different.”

Seonghwa’s grip on you tightened slightly, not out of necessity but of understanding. “You’re not alone in this, you know. I’m here. I’ll help you find your way.”

His words settled over you like a blanket, warm and comforting. You didn’t need to say anything more. You simply held on, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade. There were no royal expectations, no duty or obligations weighing down on you. There was just Seonghwa, just the feeling of being held, of being seen.

When he finally pulled back, his hands lingered at your sides, a hesitant gesture as if he weren’t ready to completely release the closeness you had just shared. His gaze met yours, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes—a flicker of care, an unspoken connection between the two of you that neither of you had acknowledged until now.

“You’re important,” he said softly, his voice unwavering. “More than you know.”

And in that moment, you loved this feeling, you believed him.

[edenesth]

By Order of the Black Pirates

An 'Ice On My Teeth' Comeback Special Series

"N-No, please! Spare me! I was wrong! I swear I'll never do it again!" The man's voice cracked as he grovelled on the damp ground, tears carving paths through the grime on his face. His trembling hands offered up the tiny diamond he'd been foolish enough to steal—his last-ditch effort to appease the eight figures towering over him like shadows of death.

He'd heard the whispers, the warnings: Never cross the Black Pirates. Never touch what belongs to them. Never even think of betrayal. Yet greed had blinded him. Now, staring into their cold, merciless eyes, he knew his regret was far too late.

The leader of the gang stepped forward, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tilted his head, studying the pitiful man like a cat sizing up a doomed mouse. "Didn't I ask you to screen these rats better?" he drawled, casting a sideways glance at the eldest among them before shifting his focus back to their prey. "No time to waste. Finish him."

A low chuckle echoed through the tension-filled night as the gang's usual executioner, a broad-shouldered figure clad in his signature fur coat, stepped forward, his grin as sharp as the blade in his hand.

"Sorry, buddy," he mused, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "This will be the night you take your final breath—by order of the Black fuckin' Pirates."

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Watching the harrowing scene from a distance stood a figure with crossed arms, his voice low as he muttered to his right-hand, "Every man has a weakness. Find the Black Pirates', and we'll knock them off their high horses."

"And if they have none, sir?"

The figure's lips curled into a dark smile. "Then we'll make sure they do."

Pairing(s): gang members!ateez x fem!reader

AU: gang au

Summary: One by one, the Black Pirates uncover their greatest weakness. But when the cracks begin to show, will they stand firm or let their vulnerabilities bring their empire to its knees?

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Trigger Warnings: violence, torture, abuse, blood, murder, language, contains dark themes in general

A/N: Credits to the wonderful @sundaybossanova for giving me the idea of something Peaky Blinders inspired. Thank you so much and ily💖

**Dearest readers, please note that all chapters are interconnected. You're advised to read them in order.

ATEEZ MASTERLIST

Hongjoong

‣ The Captain

The Captain of the Black Pirates—respected, feared, and unmatched in strategy—lives by his sharp mind and unshakable resolve. But his carefully constructed world begins to crumble when a grave mistake leads him to torture an innocent suspect nearly to death. Haunted by guilt, his quest for redemption takes an unexpected turn, awakening a part of him he never thought existed: a desire to protect and care for someone.

Seonghwa

‣ The Gentleman

The Black Pirates' poised diplomat, celebrated for his refined demeanour, sharp wit, and unmatched negotiation skills, is always in control. But his composure falters when he encounters an unwilling captive trapped in the Red Room—a ruthless training ground for spies. Driven by an unexpected urge to save her, he finds his carefully maintained boundaries beginning to unravel.

Yunho

‣ The Enforcer [Coming soon]

The towering enforcer of the Black Pirates, both disarming and deadly—his easy charm capable of winning over enemies, while his legendary fury dominates the battlefield. But his unbreakable facade begins to crack when he meets a psychologist during a mission—someone who can see through his carefully crafted mask, just as he can see through hers. Beneath her confident exterior lies a frightened soul lost in a dark world, and for the first time, he finds himself compelled to protect someone in a way he never expected.

Yeosang

‣ The Phantom [Coming soon]

Mysterious and elusive, the Black Pirates' intelligence expert is known for his sharp instincts and unparalleled skill in espionage and reconnaissance. But when he crosses paths with a woman who surpasses him in both skill and wit for the first time, his confidence begins to waver. As she outsmarts him at every turn, he finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her, eagerly anticipating each challenge—because the thrill of being near her is something he never expected to crave.

San

‣ The Tempest [Coming soon]

The Black Pirates' most unpredictable force is a whirlwind of fiery passion and unbridled energy—always the first to leap into action when chaos erupts. But his world tilts when he stumbles upon a woman who, unlike his victims who always begged to live, is on the brink of ending her own life. Upon discovering she's terminally ill, he finds himself gripped by an unfamiliar and urgent desire to save her, igniting a battle within himself unlike anything he's ever faced.

Mingi

‣ The Firestarter [Coming soon]

The Black Pirates' wild card is notorious for his fiery temper and even more explosive schemes—a dangerous yet irresistibly charming presence. But his confidence takes a hit when one of his near-disastrous plans is salvaged by an unlikely passerby: a composed and resourceful former aristocrat, exiled and stripped of her wealth, now navigating the world's harsh realities. Her icy demeanour and unshakable poise captivate him, leaving the ever-impulsive man unexpectedly drawn to her.

Wooyoung

‣ The Charmer [Coming soon]

The Black Pirates' negotiator and master of distractions is renowned for his confidence and flirtatious charm, which can sway almost anyone. But his ego is severely wounded when he encounters the loyal bodyguard of a high-profile target, someone completely immune to his usual tricks, during a high-stakes mission. Frustrated by his failure yet captivated by her unwavering resolve, he finds himself unable to stay away, drawn to the challenge—and to her—in ways he never expected.

Jongho

‣ The Anchor [Coming soon]

The steadfast foundation of the Black Pirates is renowned for his unfaltering strength and calm under pressure. As the gang's moral compass and protector, he's always put duty above all else. But when a rival gang's attack threatens the life of their kind-hearted hired doctor, he begins to realise that his priorities extend beyond just his brothers. Torn between his loyalty to the gang and his growing feelings for her, he faces an agonising choice: protect his family or save her.

Voila, my loves! As promised, I finally managed to come up with a little something for this comeback teehee. I hope you're as excited about this as I am! Truthfully, I just returned from a 10-day trip in Shanghai and am back to work on Monday already - which means I might not be able to write much until the following weekend but I will do my best to get the parts out ASAP!

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how they kiss you, ATEEZ.

featuring — ateez members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — an imagine of what it’s like kissing the ateez boys!

contents — fluff, suggestive content, no warnings.

hong ♡ joong

hongjoong’s kisses are filled with meaning, as if he’s trying to convey everything he feels in that single moment. he’s a perfectionist, even in romance, so his kisses are thoughtful and intentional. he takes his time, holding your face gently in his hands as his lips brush against yours, soft and lingering. hongjoong prefers intimate moments when it’s just the two of you, away from the world’s chaos, where he can focus entirely on you. he often pairs his kisses with whispered words — small affirmations of love or a cheeky remark to make you smile. after a long day, he likes to lean his forehead against yours, closing his eyes before pressing a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. to him, every kiss is a promise: that he’s yours and always will be.

“come here, love. let me remind you just how much you mean to me.”

seong ♡ hwa

seonghwa’s kisses are tender and comforting, the kind that makes you feel cherished and protected. he’s incredibly gentle, brushing his lips softly against yours, taking his time to savor the moment. seonghwa often cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb stroking your skin as he kisses you, ensuring you feel every ounce of his affection. his kisses are warm and patient, like he’s reminding you that there’s no rush — he’s here, and so are you. he loves stealing kisses on your forehead or the corner of your lips, especially when you’re not expecting it, just to see you smile. during moments of passion, he lets his emotions take the lead, kissing you deeper and holding you tighter, as if he never wants to let go.

“you’ve been on my mind all day. c’mere, baby.”

yun ♡ ho

yunho’s kisses are playful and full of joy, much like his personality. he loves making you laugh mid-kiss, often pulling away just to press a quick peck on your nose or whisper something silly. his energy shines through every kiss, making each one feel like a burst of happiness. yunho enjoys spontaneous moments, catching you off guard with a cheeky grin before pulling you close. despite his fun-loving nature, he has a soft side that shows during more intimate moments. when he kisses you deeply, it’s with a mix of tenderness and passion, his arms wrapping around you as if he’s shielding you from the world. to yunho, kissing is just another way of expressing his boundless affection for you.

“hey, don’t just stand there looking cute. come here and let me love you properly.”

yeo ♡ sang

yeosang’s kisses are subtle but full of unspoken emotion. he’s not one for grand displays of affection, but when he kisses you, it’s with purpose and sincerity. his lips graze yours softly, almost teasingly, before he lets the kiss deepen. yeosang often kisses you as a way to reassure you of his feelings, especially when words feel inadequate. he loves the quiet moments, like when you’re sitting together in comfortable silence, and he leans over to press a kiss on your temple or your hand. there’s a quiet intensity in the way he kisses, as if he’s letting you into the depths of his heart with every touch of his lips.

“you have no idea how beautiful you are to me, pretty girl.”

san ♡

san’s kisses are passionate and electric, leaving no room for doubt about his feelings. he’s the type to pull you close, his hands framing your face or resting on your waist, as he pours all his emotions into every kiss. san loves eye contact, locking eyes with you just before leaning in, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. his kisses can range from soft and tender to fiery and intense, depending on the mood, but they’re always full of love. he’s also incredibly affectionate, peppering your face with quick, playful kisses when he’s in a good mood, just to hear you laugh. when san kisses you, he makes you feel like the center of his universe, his lips telling you everything without the need of words.

“you’re mine, and i’ll never get tired of reminding you.”

min ♡ gi

mingi’s kisses are a mix of sweet and bold, much like his personality. he’s not afraid to show his affection, often pulling you into his arms for a kiss that leaves you breathless. there’s a playful side to his kisses — he loves teasing you, brushing his lips against yours before finally closing the gap. mingi often kisses you out of the blue, surprising you with his spontaneity, but he also knows how to set the mood for something more intimate. when he kisses you deeply, it’s with a quiet intensity, his hands resting securely on your lower back as he pulls you closer. with mingi, every kiss feels like an adventure, full of warmth and excitement.

“come here, i need to kiss you.”

woo ♡ young

wooyoung’s kisses are fiery and passionate, often leaving you a little dizzy but craving more. he’s confident and playful, always finding ways to make you blush. wooyoung loves teasing you before a kiss, leaning in close and whispering something flirtatious, only to pull away at the last second with a cheeky grin. when he finally kisses you, it’s with a spark of energy, his lips moving against yours in a way that feels both thrilling and deeply affectionate. he’s not shy about his love, often kissing you in public to show the world you’re his. despite his bold nature, wooyoung also has a softer side, surprising you with gentle kisses when you least expect it, reminding you that his love runs deep.

“mine, *kiss* mine, *kiss* mine.”

jong ♡ ho

jongho’s kisses are steady and grounding, a reflection of his calm and adorable nature. he takes his time, ensuring every kiss is meaningful. jongho isn’t one for grand gestures, but the simplicity of his kisses speaks volumes about his love for you. he often kisses you softly, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he leans in. there’s a quiet strength in the way he kisses, as if he’s silently promising to always stand by your side. jongho also loves pressing small, affectionate kisses on your forehead or the top of your head, especially when you’re feeling down. to him, kissing is a way to connect with you on a deeper level, showing his love through actions rather than words.

“darling, let me take care of you.”

notes: my first post, yay! i'm new to the fandom (and writing) so forgive me if their characters/mannerisms aren't accurate, it's just how i perceive them :p constructive criticism and requests are welcome!

[kitten4sannie]

backstage bukakke with ateez ♡

a/n: is anyone in need of post coachella performance brainrot?? :33 and if any of you were wondering,, no i’m not okay 🙂‍↔️🫶🏼 without further ado, here’s a LOT more backstage debauchery (like i went insane….i should be in a padded cell rn….) except this time san brought the whole crew to help drown you in cum <333 enjoy the meal my dears bc i can never show my face in public again after this 😭😭

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: alcohol use, subby fem manager! reader, free use, domteez, gangbang, who’s the biggest menace here? that’s for you to decide 🫵🏼, this is just complete filth btw,, dirty talk, degradation/praise, pet names/name calling, so much cum….., yungi confirm the big cock allegations, hongjoong might have a captain kink idk, double penetration, anal, implied sloppy seconds/thirds/fourths kskssb, brief tit play, brief oral, cum eating, size kink, bulge kink, breeding, creampies for days, a bukakke as promised <3

Once the members sent out their last waves and finger hearts to the adoring fans and locals in the vast festival crowd, they made their way back to their temporary dressing room to catch their breath and have a celebratory drink or two. Brimming with adrenaline and energy due to their momentous performance, they erupted in enthusiastic greetings as soon as their dear manager entered the room, a few of them draping their arms around your shoulders to give you a quick hug.

“Manager-nim, did you like the show?” San spoke up, bringing his glass up to his mouth, taking a small sip of the potent liquor.

“You know you can just call me by my name, San, and I thought you guys absolutely killed it, like always,” you replied, scanning their faces, lightly adjusting the hem of your work blazer. No matter how many times you had all of their eyes and attention on you, you couldn’t seem to get used to it. It always made you feel hot under the collar, not knowing what was going through each of their minds when they looked at you the way they did. With interest. Hunger.

San couldn’t help but smirk, his dimples visible. You had taken the bait. He watched Yunho serve you a glass of whiskey. “You’re right. We’re way past titles, aren’t we? Especially considering the way I had you bent over for me right after our set last weekend.”

You choked on the liquor, your body suddenly feeling hot, especially under the heated gaze of the men standing around you. “S-San, behave yourself.”

He lightly licked at his lips, his gaze sharpening, ready to add to the growing heaviness of the atmosphere in the room. “Don’t act so coy now, sweetheart. You know better than that, don’t you?”

You bit into your bottom lip, looking up to Yunho for help, only to find that he was giving you an increasingly perverse smile, like he was reminiscing about something filthy.

Yunho reached down to wrap a lock of your hair around his jewelry adorned finger, sighing, “We could all hear the way Sannie fucked your brains out, doll, but you wanted us to hear, didn’t you? Even though you’re our manager, you’re still our good little slut, yeah?”

Something clicked into place inside your brain like it usually did when they talked to you like this. You could finally stop being so uptight and in control, instead allowing the eager members to do as they pleased with you. “Yeah, I am,” you nodded shyly, your insides on fire.

San took a step towards you, reaching out to run his fingers along your collar bone. “Can I ask you something?”

Your breath caught inside your throat. You knew what he was going to ask. You knew what they wanted. Despite the professional relationship you had with the members, you always seemed to end up in increasingly unprofessional situations with them. You couldn’t help it, not when they always made you feel so good. Wanted. Craved. “Say it, San….”

His pointer finger drifted down your chest, along the seam of your blazer, gazing down at you. “Can we make you our whore, Manager-nim?”

The members exchanged pleased glances with one another, some of them pulling at the crotch of their tailored pants.

“As long as someone locks the door, okay?” you answered underneath your breath, your eyes beginning to glaze over with lust.

San simply took a step around you, running his hands up and down your shoulders, coaxing you out of your blazer and unzipping your work dress, presenting you to his beloved members like you were a treat — one they would savor together.

-

“Don’t pass out on us now, baby,” San’s husky voice attempted to reach you through the fog you were in, his fingers gently rubbing at the fresh load that had splattered onto your flushed cheek, sliding his digits into your panting mouth for you to clean. “How many was that, hm? How many cocks have been inside you so far? Can our slutty manager remember?”

You stopped counting long ago, too fucked out to think about whose cock had already rearranged your insides and who had stuffed your ass full. You couldn’t even remember who had fucked your face either, but your sore jaw was proof that it was most likely one of the more gifted members. “I-i don’t know how many, just want more,” you whined out, looking up at San past your wet lashes.

“Yeah, you always want more from us, don’t you, baby? Want us to go to our limit? Want us to give you our all, huh? Are you going to milk us all dry like a good slut?”

You could hardly listen to his breathy, self-serving monologue, not with the way Wooyoung was gripping your hips and shoving his thick cock into you with abandon, like you were his own personal sex doll. “Uh-huh, wanna be good for you all…”

“How precious,” San sighed under his breath, all while he jerked himself off, beads of pre-cum spilling out of the twitching tip, watching the way his closest friend pumped himself in and out of your clenching hole, noticing the way his hips began to stutter. “Then, be good and take Wooyoung’s load inside that tight little cunt of yours, just like you took our Captain’s and Seonghwa’s earlier, okay? Can you do that for us, baby? Can you be our pretty little cum dump?”

You couldn’t speak, simply responding by squirting all over Wooyoung’s thrusting cock, just about ready to fall over from the overwhelming pleasure, but unable to with the way Mingi was behind you, his heaving chest pressing into your back, his ringed fingers lazily groping at your sore tits, balls-deep in your tight ass.

“Pretty baby, our pretty girl,” Mingi praised in a gravelly voice, his lips against your ear, squeezing your tits just as his groans began to crescendo, driving himself into you a few more times before he held still, previous loads leaking out of your ass and down the sides of his veined cock to the base as he filled you up again. “Can you feel that, babydoll? Feel the way I’m stuffing you full of cum? It feels so good, you want to cry, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod drunkenly, tears pricking at the corners of your hazy eyes, your trembling thighs growing more and more numb.

“Look at her, guys, she’s cumming just from being bred,” Wooyoung panted out, his hands squeezing into your sides, holding you still on his pulsing cock, not attempting to pull out until he was sure your inner walls were coated with his cum, chuckling smugly along with his fellow members at the way you desperately drew in another shaky breath and simply whined instead of forming words. “Poor slut can’t even talk. Someone should shoot their load down her throat. Maybe it’ll help ground her.”

“Way ahead of you,” Yeosang softly interjected, giving you a princely smile as he walked up to where you were positioned on the lengthy couch. He ran his slender fingers through your hair, slowly angling your head back as he did, bringing his slicked-up cockhead to your parted lips. “Say ‘ahh’, darling.”

Just as you obeyed, you watched Yeosang’s pretty flushed face contort in pleasure, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his pulsing length, milking it for all it’s worth, rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the back of your throat, a few dribbles remaining on your tongue. You were so full of cum, all of your holes were used up, and yet you needed more. “Not enough…More, please. I’m being such a good girl, aren’t I?”

San’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, sharing glances with the other members, squeezing around the base of his cock to keep himself from busting right then and there. “Guys, I think we broke our manager.”

“Isn’t that the point? Look at her. She loves it,” Wooyoung pointed out, motioning to your blissed-out face, before he finally pulled out of you, reaching down to spread open your used hole, pleased sighs echoing inside the room. “Look, Sannie, her cunt’s all messy now. Ran through. Just the way you like it, huh, you sick fuck? You want sloppy seconds?”

San nodded his head, salivating, practically in a trance.

“Then, hurry up and shove your cock inside her before my cum leaks out,” Wooyoung tsked, climbing off of the cum-stained couch and smacking his hand against San’s ass to get him to spring into action, which he did, laying down on his back and sliding you down onto his cock inch by inch, but not before he tapped his leaking cockhead over your swollen clit a few times for good measure.

San’s dimples accompanied his shit-eating grin as he bottomed out, slowly running one of his hands up your lower abdomen to feel the outline of his stiff cock. “It’s so big inside, isn’t it, Manager-nim? Am I stretching you out nice and wide?”

All you could do was whimper pathetically, because not only were you taking San’s curved cock inside your cunt, but meanwhile Mingi had been showing Yunho the way your hole had begun to gape after the rough treatment you had taken, especially from someone with his size, knowing it was best that he prepped you for his best friend, knowing the term ‘horse cock’ didn’t even begin to describe what Yunho had to offer you. “It’s all for you, bro. Come and get it,” Mingi mused huskily, getting out of Yunho’s way so that he could replace him, one hand on your ass to keep it spread open for everyone’s viewing pleasure, as your hole slowly swallowed up Yunho’s obscene girth.

San and Yunho seemed to be in the middle of an intense competition, considering the way they both would continually thrust into you harder, and faster, grabbing at your tits and hips for leverage to fuck into you even deeper than before, if that was possible. “I-it’s not a–fuck–race, guys,” you cried out, suddenly being pressed back into Yunho’s warm chest when San sat up on the couch and folded you up, jack-hammering himself into you, using you like a cocksleeve. 

“Yes, it is, and I’m gonna knock you up first, not this loser,” San grunted out in between shaky moans, smiling with his canines at you, then at Yunho past your shoulder, who responded by bucking his hips up into you so roughly, he had to wrap his arms around your middle to keep you in place. 

“I’m fucking her ass, dumbass, I can’t even knock her up if I wanted to,” Yunho replied breathlessly, shaking his head, giving San a playful smile, before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “And I want to, tiny. Wish I could.” 

“Not with that attitude,” San huffed, blowing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, his vision beginning to blur with the sudden onset of pleasure surging through him. “I’m going to fucking–unnnh–fill up your slutty cunt with my cum, baby. Gonna make it so messy. And you’re, fuck, you’re so tight now. That’s our good cumslut.” 

“The perfect cumslut,” Hongjoong interrupted in a low voice, suddenly towering over you, holding his cock near your mouth, nodding approvingly when you began to suck and lick at the tip. “That’s right. You love Captain’s cock the most, don’t you, pretty girl?” 

Seonghwa pushed his way past the other thirsty members who were hovering around you like vultures, slipping his fingers into your hair and gently guiding you to his own cock, cooing at you approvingly when you let it hit the back of your throat. He smiled smugly at Hongjoong, who was now side-eyeing him. “Stay mad. It’s not my fault she has taste.” 

“You better watch it, Seonghwa.”

“You can watch our slut suck my cock.” 

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, reaching down to tug your head back just firmly enough to lead you back to his cock, before you took it upon yourself to sandwich their lengths together so that you could please them both at once. They stopped bickering and instead held onto each other, biting into their lips as their highs began to take over. 

It was then that San and Yunho emitted similar sounding guttural groans, fully sheathing themselves inside you, their fingers squeezing tightly into your hips from either side. 

“Cumming,” they both exhaled, resting their heads on either side of your shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down their jaws and along their straining necks. 

Just as hot cum poured into both of your used holes, Seonghwa and Hongjoong began to shudder and grunt out obscenities, aiming their milky streams towards your lolled-out tongue.

San suddenly waved for Jongho to come closer, pulling out just enough so that obscene globs of cum began to leak out of you, making you whine. “Here, cum inside her, JJong. I want my favorite maknae to finish our cumslut off.”

Jongho gingerly positioned himself near your gushing entrance and plugged you back up with his thick, throbbing cock, his strong thighs smacking into your delicate ones as he vigorously bounced you on his lap. “Want it?” he simply asked near your lips, making you blush.

“Please!”

Just as Jongho pounded his load and the others deep into your womb, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi pushed their way closer to you, vigorously jerking themselves off in order to leave their own individual mark on you for the second or third time, extremely pleased with themselves once they covered their dear manager’s face and body in their cum. 

Once you all came down, you found that you couldn’t quite operate your body properly, not when your lower half was completely numb and throbbing with residual pleasure. San and Yunho took it upon themselves to cuddle you from either side, while Jongho gently rubbed your tummy in circles, wondering whose load would knock you up first. Only time would tell.

“How was that?” San asked softly near your ear. 

“We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Yunho murmured, biting his lip. 

“How are you feeling, Manager-nim?” Jongho added gently, patting your tummy.

You sighed gently, reaching up to pat their heads, smiling at the men around you. And to think you actually got paid for this. You couldn’t have asked for a better job. “Guys…I’m fine, and for the record, it was so good, I don’t think I can ever go back to having normal sex again. I’m a bit concerned, actually.”

The rest of the members began to laugh, and you joined along, before clearing your throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably sticky, looking down to see what you had all done to the poor couch. “Okay, so, who’s going to clean this mess up? And, it’s not going to be me. I can’t move my legs. I…think you guys actually broke me.”

San looked over to Wooyoung, who was already rolling his eyes, pointing dramatically at him. “I told you!”

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