#honjoong smut

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The Met and the Aftermath

Pairing: idol! Hongjoong x reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: mile-high club, oral (male and female), unprotected sex, breeding, dirty talk, name-calling (princess, baby, slut, etc.), semi-public touching, slight voyeurism, possessive behavior, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, unless its intentional)

Summary: Honjoong dream finally came true, and he can share that dream with you, his lovely girlfriend. Although one comment from his favorite designer made him forget about going to the after-party. Instead, he held the after-party in your hotel bedroom, only for the two of you.

Authors note: It took me a month to write this, so I hope you like it as much as I do. This is not proofread but honestly I couldnt care less.

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The first Monday in May, for some a day like every other, but for the fashion world it means Met Monday. And for you, it means another year of waking up bright and early so you and your beloved boyfriend Hongjoong can rate the outfits on the red carpet. It's something both of you enjoyed very much. Every year, you would witness the passion and admiration Hongjoong has for fashion. He would watch the whole event with a notebook in hand just so he could write all his opinions on the outfits and the designer's name for each one. Sometimes he would stay up even after he had seen all the outfits and sketch his idea for an outfit for this year's theme. Every year you wish he would get an invitation, but sadly not many K-pop idols are invited, it's usually maybe five every year. And every year he would remind you that even if he got invited, he would love to go with his members and not alone. Even though everyone around you thought that no matter what, he deserved to go alone or with someone.

Surprisingly, a few days after this year's Met gala, his manager called him to a meeting about something very exciting and essential. Hongjoong was very nervous walking out of the apartment to go to that meeting; even though he knew it wasn't anything bad, the whole secrecy about it scared him a bit. While he was in a meeting, you went on with your day, not thinking too much about it. In the evening, you were at home just chilling in the living room when Hongjoong burst through the door with the biggest smile on his face. “Someone is in a good mood. How did the meeting go?” you asked him while slowly approaching to hug him. “Babe, you won't believe what happened. Try to guess, I will give you a hint. It's something I wanted all of my life.” he blurted out, almost jumping from how excited he was. “I don't know, they finally found a way to make you taller.” you giggled while he just frowned. “ Ha ha very funny now be serious the answer is more simple than you think.” he encouraged you. To him, it was only logical that you would make a connection between his joy after the meeting and the gala you two watched a couple of days ago. “ I want to be right about my guess, if my gut isn't tricking me, someone was invited to the Met,” you said a little unsure, because what if you were wrong, and now he's just going to be disappointed. But to your surprise, he just smiled even bigger, silently confirming your guess. “ Oh my God, Hongjoong, that's amazing. I am so happy for you, oh God, you must be so excited.” you practically screamed in his face, hugging him as tightly as possible. “Thank you, baby, I am so excited about this. Though I am the only one out of the group that has been invited. Although they did allow me to bring a plus-one, I really want you to be my plus-one. Will you give me the honor of bringing you as my plus-one?” he explained everything in a matter of seconds, he was talking like he was in a rush or something. His fast talking didn't give you the time to really process everything. I mean, it is a huge deal to be invited to an event like this, this was huge for him but also for you. It wouldn't be your first public appearance with him, but you never attended an event of such significance. But despite your initial fears and thoughts, you knew he wouldn't forgive you if you didn't go. “Of course, I will go with you. I would never miss something so meaningful to you. But also I will get a chance to be dressed in a fancy gown and jewelry.  I would be a fool if I said no to such an offer.” you say to him, already imagining the whole event even though it's a year away. “Now that you have mentioned dressing up.  I already know the designer that will be dressing both you and me for this spectacular night.” he said excitedly, “You know how I went to that Balmain show a month ago, well it seems like Olivier really liked my opinions and style, and he is the one that decided to invite me among other celebrities.” You knew how huge this was, a lot of brands would buy entire tables and fill them with celebrities they like, meaning that Balmain and Olivier choose him, particularly because they also believe that he deserves this. You didn't know what to say, so you just hugged him, feeling like a proud mom. 

After this big announcement, your schedule turned upside down. Both of you needed to find some inspiration for what you are going to wear because everything you will be wearing that night will be hand sawn in the next few months. Also, all the jewelry will be made in that time, so everyone needed to act quick. You never realized how much time the preparations for the Met Gala take this much time. Of course, you heard every celebrity bragging about how much time was needed for their outfit to be made, but you never really thought about the numbers they were mentioning. Hongjoong took matters into his own hands, trying to find the perfect inspiration for both of the outfits. You weren't allowed to know the theme, at least Hongjoong tried to keep it a secret from you. All you knew is that the outfits needed to be dark and seductive, which to be honest already sounded like a nightmare to you. You really are attracted to Hongjoong, sometimes even the little things he does can turn you on. So knowing, that you will need to deal with a night full of him just being in his element dressed in some sexy suit, it didn't really bring you peace.

At the beginning of June, you had your first meeting with Olivier in Paris. Of course, Hongjoong needed to be extra, so he rented a private jet for you two to go there. At first, his need to be extra seemed like he just wanted to be a diva, which you understood. But on the day of the flight, it was very clear why he wanted the two of you in the private jet. That morning, you woke up to the feeling of his hands slowly caressing your ass, which wasn't very surprising at first. The realization hit you when he pulled you very close to him and started kissing you and slowly almost unnoticeably he started grinding on you. To your surprise, he didn't go any further, but that also really annoyed you because now you were the one who was desperate for a good fuck. When you got to the airport, you were greeted by his manager and some security, for now, no more people were needed since it was only a meeting to discuss outfit ideas. You entered the jet, and it was very spacious, there were about six seats but also a little secluded sleeping area. Soon everyone was seated and the flight to Paris started. At first, you, Hongjoong, and his manager made some small talk, mainly talking about Honjoongs outfit ideas and how it's a pity that this trip will only be a day maybe two. If you were being honest, this meeting could've easily been a video call. But Olivier insisted on you two coming to Paris to spend some time with him, also, so he could take the measurements, so they can start the sawing process as soon as possible. After a few minutes, the manager suggested you both go rest a bit, since this whole trip and jet lag will be very tiring for all of you. 

You and Hongjoong went to the sleeping area, as soon as you went in Hongjoong closed the door to that area with a devilish smile on his face. “Joong what are you planning? I can see it in your eyes, so spill it already.” He just smiled as he slowly hovered over you on the bed. “Well baby, we've both been busy ever since I got invited, and we will be even busier in the next few months. So why don't we make the most of our time on these trips? You know, we can just enjoy each other's company every given chance.” He was very seducing, you got to admit, but the entire idea of fucking wherever and whenever with whoever outside to hear you kinda scared you. “Joongie you know I want you as much as you want me. But we are in the air with both your manager and security in the room next to us. Don't you think it's a bit risky to do something like this?” That's when his entire demeanor changed, his eyes got darker and his smirk got bigger. “Baby, I don't really care where we are or who can hear us. If I want to get a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours, I will do it, no matter the circumstance.” Those words send a chill down your spine, you could feel yourself getting wetter and that's when you decided to not care at all and just succumb to your boyfriend's idea. You grabbed his hair, yanking him down, pulling him in a passionate kiss. You could feel him smiling but also moving his hands all over your body, pulling your shirt up, slowly caressing your stomach up to your boobs when he violently ripped your bra in half. Pulling away from the kiss, you moaned, that action alone leaving your pussy throbbing and your mind hazy. He pulled your shirt up, revealing your hardened nipples, in that process he made sure to kiss each boob and give it the attention it deserves. Every move he made now was just a successful attempt to make you even wetter than you initially were. He slowly kissed down your stomach, pulling down your sweatpants and panties, which were soaked and almost see-through at this point. While kissing your thighs, he forced your legs apart, revealing the most gorgeous sight to him. First, he just kissed your pussy everywhere except where you needed him, teasing you in the most painful way he could. You started whining and bucking your hips up, trying to get him to stop and finally give you the pleasure you required. “Slow down, sweet girl, I am just starting my meal, I don't want to get too full so soon.” He grinned, and you felt like he was mocking your desperation, but soon you felt his tongue slowly licking from your entrance up to your clit and focusing on it. He made sure that you felt every move of his tongue. It felt like heaven, you didn't even realize how much you wanted this until this very moment. His mouth felt amazing on you, tongue slowly circling around your clit, while his hand slowly moved to your entrance. “Oh how I missed this sweet pussy,” he slowly pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers, “I missed your sweet taste and how you always manage to get wetter in a matter of seconds.” He slowly pushed his fingers inside you while kissing you, so you can taste yourself on his tongue. “Seems like you have gotten tighter since the last time we had some time for ourselves,” he commented while moving his fingers in and out of you, trying to find your sweet spot. Suddenly a very loud moan escaped your lips, and that's when he knew that he was doing just the right thing. He kept pressing on that spongy spot inside you, all while trying to muffle your moans into the kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, he went down to your pussy again, giving it all the attention it needed. That was all it took for you to see stars, the moment his tongue came in contact with your clit was the moment that pressure in your lower belly was released. You were still in a moment of bliss, too focused on the pleasure you felt to even notice that Honjoong came just from eating you out. “Oh my God, baby, look what you have done to me. Made me look like some horny teenager cumming in his pants.” he chuckled while slowly laying next to you. “I'm so sorry baby, I promise to make it up to you whenever you say.” you knew that keeping this promise would be harder than it looks like. You were his pillow princess, always the one that gets to feel the pleasure first, so knowing that there will be a day when the roles will be switched made you a bit anxious. “I would say don't make promises that you can't keep, but I would really like for you to keep this one.” he chuckled as he slowly snuggled beside you, already falling asleep.

Before you knew it, you were in Paris on your way to the hotel to freshen up a bit before you meet with Olivier. You felt uneasy being in the car with the manager and security, knowing what you two did on the plane. On the other hand, Hongjoong was unbothered, making small talk with his manager about the meeting and just overall being very casual. You didn't have much time when you entered the hotel room, so you quickly showered and changed your outfit, and off to the meeting you went. The meeting was very nice, Olivier was really excited to meet you, he mentioned that Hongjoong tends to talk about you a lot, which made your heart flutter. Most of the meeting consisted of Hongjoong talking about his idea for the looks, and Olivier mostly agreeing with everything. You were quite surprised when Hongjoong mentioned a dress with a very high slit for you. He is usually against showing you off, because he tends to be very possessive of you, just like he is possessive of everyone around him, even his own fans. But you weren't against that idea, nor was Olivier, he even commented how it would be a shame to not show off your beautiful figure. This comment made you blush really hard, Olivier works with models and a bunch of celebrities like the Kardashians, so this comment made you feel fantastic about yourself. After a three-hour meeting, which still could've been a video call, you all said your goodbyes. Sadly for all of you, there was no time to explore Paris, not this time. Hongjoong had a really packed schedule right now, preparing a new album and a tour takes a lot of time. So after the meeting, you went straight to the airport to go on your flight back to Korea.

In the next few months, everything got really hectic. Hongjoong would spend most of his days in the company working on everything that needs to be finished before the tour. Meanwhile, you focused on your work as much as possible. You two didn't really see each other.  Sometimes you would wait for him at night and even then both of you were too tired to even speak, so you would just cuddle or maybe try to watch something, but most times you would fall asleep at the begging of whatever you were watching. You missed Hongjoong a lot, you would think that you are used to these periods of not seeing each other, but it's hard. Of course, you would text each other during the day, but nothing can change the physical aspect of your relationship. You missed cuddling him and kissing him, but most of all you missed your passionate nights together. Sometimes you tried to satisfy yourself, but that just didn't work, nothing could ever feel as good as your boyfriend. You tried distracting him while he was working by sending dirty texts and photos, but that wasn't successful. He would reply with the same energy, but that wouldn't last very long or give you enough encouragement to try to make yourself feel good. At one point you just gave up, hoping that at least when he goes on tour, and you go with him of course, you two would have some time for intimacy. And you weren't wrong at all, of course, most of the time he was busy with rehearsals and filming interviews, but most nights he would be full of adrenaline after the concert, and he would use that energy on you. That's how you found yourself in the position you were in right now, naked, covered in hickeys, while he kept thrusting in and out of you. Every thrust felt heavenly, he was hitting the spot every time while slowly kissing your neck and telling you how good you feel around him. “Oh love, you feel so good around my cock, always so good for me.” you just moaned at his words, not being able to form any thoughts let alone full sentences. Everything about this felt so good, you were on cloud nine, literally. “I'm…. I'm going to cummm” you silently screamed, not being able to produce any sound louder than a whisper. “Oh yes, princess, cum for me, show me how much you missed this.” his words sent you over the edge you came on his command like always. Not much later, he was also cumming inside you, your pussy squeezing him and milking him for everything he's worth. Afterward, you two just lay there enjoying each other's presence. “I'm sorry for not being able to spend more time with you, I hope nights like these can replace it.” he apologized even though he knew that you don't need him to. “Baby, you know that I'm not mad at you, and believe me if this is how you apologize maybe I should be mad more often.” you laughed as you hugged him throwing your leg around his waist and taking in his after-sex scent. “Oh, don't worry, I will find reasons to apologize like this even when you aren't mad.” he chuckled, hugging you back as he slowly calmed down his breathing and fell asleep slowly.

The rest of the tour went smoothly, with a lot of sightseeing and a lot of long nights with Hongjoong in your hotel room. The next stop was Paris and you knew what that meant, it was finally time to try on your dress and Hongjoongs suit for the gala. You were excited, to say the least, you have seen the sketches of the outfits and they were stunning. Yours was a black floor-length dress with a lot of diamonds and a diamond necklace to top it off. As for Hongjoong, his outfit was just a simple black suit, but there was a twist, he won't be wearing any dress shirt underneath just suit and that's it. Just imagining him in that made you excited and wet. But you needed to stay calm and collected, you really didn't need anyone at Balmain to know how horny you are for your boyfriend. 

When you got to the fitting, you met Olivier and some of the seamstresses that made your outfits. Your outfits were on the hangers with your jewelry laid out in a velvet box, everything was like a dream, you were speechless just looking at the outfits. “Someone is mesmerized by the dress I see” commented Olivier looking at you. “How could I not be, the dress is magical. Thank you so much for making this dream come true.” you hugged Olivier as tight as you could. “It's my pleasure, truly. You just need to be careful, one of my dresses was responsible for Kim's daughter, I do not want to be responsible again.” he chuckled winking at you and Hongjoong. You just laughed, Hongjoong on the other side was very confused but smiled. “I will leave you two to try on the outfits, just call if you need help, and when you are done.” Olivier went into the other room with the seamstresses, leaving you two alone. “I see you are very happy with the dress. I'm glad we succeeded in making something you really like.” Hongjong said, while taking off his clothes to try on his suit. “Baby, the dress is so beautiful, I couldn't be happier about it. Thank you so much.” you thanked him while taking off your clothes. “What did Olivier mean when he said he doesn't want to be responsible again? You know, that comment about Kim's daughter.” Hongjoong asked as he fixed some parts of his suit. You knew that he didn't know much about celebrities like the Kardashians, so it seemed normal that he asked. But how do you explain this without it seeming like you are asking him to make you a baby. “Oh, about that, well Olivier made the dress that Kanye bought for Kim's birthday, and well let's just say that Kim got more than that dress as a present for that birthday,” you explained shyly. “Please help me with the zipper,” you asked him, and he practically ran to help you. “What do you mean, she got more than a dress?” I don't get it,” he asked again, zipping your dress up and helping you put on the necklace. “For fuck's sake Hongjoong, they made a baby that night and Kim said that it was because of that dress,” you said, a bit annoyed for having to explain such a thing. You looked up in the mirror in front of you to look at the dress, but the first thing you saw was your boyfriend smirking at you. “ Oh, so that's what he meant by that. I'm just confused why he said it like it's a bad thing,” Hongjoong explained rubbing your hips, looking at you“ I don't think that it would be a bad thing to claim my baby, show everyone that you are mine.” You gulped as Hongjoong's hands went around your lower belly, caressing it like you are already pregnant. “Well, maybe it's not a bad thing, maybe that was just a warning or a prediction,” you commented, already feeling your panties getting wet, but also feeling Hongjoong get hard behind you. “So you wouldn't mind if we played around without any protection. It's already making me hard just thinking about feeling all of you on my dick. I can't wait to fill you up after the gala.” he said, pushing you against his hard-on, making you whimper desperately. You couldn't contain yourself, the whole idea of him cumming inside of you made you extremely aroused. “You know we need to call everyone when we are done, but I can't go in front of them in this state, plus you owe me if I remember correctly.” Your mind immediately went to the flight when you joined the mile-high club. With that in mind, you just went down on your knees ready to give him the best blowjob of his life. “Oh, my obedient little slut knows what she promised. I will remember this, don't worry.” He unbuckled his pants, and you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your tiny hand around his much larger dick. He threw his head back the moment he felt your hand on the head of his dick. Putting his hand on your head, he slowly guided you closer to him. You opened your mouth, leaving tiny kisses on the head of his cock as you rubbed his base. “Princess, you know it's not your place to tease, give daddy what you owe him, and be a good slut for him.” You knew that you will regret it if you do not listen to him, so you immediately opened your mouth, wrapping it around him. Taking all of him inside was a crazy idea, but you made it your priority right now. He felt himself touching the back of your throat and your cheeks hollowing around him, which made him feral. Throwing his head back, he bucked his hips into your mouth. “Oh yes, baby, that's right. You're going to swallow it all, milk me for everything I'm worth.” And that's exactly what you did, you brought your hand to his balls, slowly massaging them to make him cum faster. Not long after that, he was cumming down your throat, making the most erotic noises. “Oh my God, baby, that was amazing, my love.” He praised you, giving you a hand to help you stand up. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth later, so you can suck off everything from it. “Brush your hair a bit, I'm going to call everyone in to finish the fitting.” He kissed you before going out of the room to call Olivier and the seamstresses in. The rest of the fitting went smoothly, there was no need to change anything, so you were done in half an hour. After that, you two had some free time, so Hongjoong decided to take you shopping for some gifts for his family and yours.

Finally, the day Hongjoong dreamed of, feels funny thinking this since usually people say this about their wedding but well. Hongjoong and you arrived in New York on the morning of the gala, probably the worst plan ever, but you don't have much of a say in these plans. You had breakfast at the hotel when you arrived, after that the preparations started. There was about thirty people in the hotel suite, you got your hair, make up and nails done all at the same time. The goal was to get you both ready on time, everyone worked like you were already late. Hongjoong was paranoid about being late, so he made a plan with the manager to do everything as fast as possible. Honestly, you were also kind of scared, not of being late, but of people's reaction to the two of you on this event. Him being there seemed natural, but what if people wanted someone from the band with him and not you. But there wasn't much time for what ifs, you needed to get dressed and go to take some pictures before leaving the hotel. As soon as the last flash went off, everyone was rushing to get the two of you in the van and to the gala. There was a lot of pressure and stress with everyone around you, but you calmed down the moment you felt Hongjoong squeeze your hand and smile at you. The ride wasn't too long, it almost felt like you teleported there. When the van stopped, make up and hair touched you up one last time and off you go to the carpet. There were a lot of celebrities already there before you, that gave you a bit of peace, knowing that all that rushing wasn't worthless. The moment you two stepped on those stairs camera flashes were everywhere, honestly you thought you are going to go blind because of them, but everything went smoothly. Hongjoong gave a couple interviews talking about how important and meaningful this is to him, which designer made your outfits and many more questions. Soon you were in the museum, you went through the exhibitions and sat down on the table that was assigned to you. When you sat down, you felt yourself relaxing, finally some peace without rushing anywhere. Hongjoong made some small talk with some people that were at your table before the performances and dinner started. To be honest, you didn't really know who were you sat with, but I guess that is the protocol for people who are invited for the first time. Everything was great when dinner started, until you felt Hongjoongs hand on your thigh, squeezing it and caressing it. You looked at him, but he didn't budge, he looked so calm eating like nothing is happening. He in fact didn't stop caressing your thigh, going higher and higher every time. You pushed his leg with yours, but he didn't even look at you. He just pushed himself closer to you and whispered in your ear. “Baby, stay calm please, nobody needs to know that I'm getting you ready for our after-party.” That sentence alone shocked you, you remembered Olivier's comment and how it inspired Hongjoong. You tried to stay calm as his hand went closer to your pussy. You were soaked by the time his hand was on your pussy. He massaged around your clit before he moved your panties to the side and slid his finger inside. The performances started at that moment which made you relived since everyone was watching them and not you. Hongjoong pumped his finger in and out of you very slowly, making sure to press on your g-spot every time he went in. You needed to cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from whimpering or, even worse, moaning at that very moment. He continued playing with you until performances were over, the moment they stopped he pulled his finger out, brushing it on his pants. “This is exactly how I need you wet, bothered and in need of some good fucking. The moment this is over, we are out, rushing to our hotel. Understood.” he whispered, and you just nodded slowly, trying to collect yourself so no one notices the change in your demeanor.

As soon as the dinner was over, Hongjoong rushed you to the van. Everyone was talking about the after-party, but you knew very well that's not where you two were rushing. When you entered the van, everyone was screaming and congratulating you, it seemed like the internet really liked you two on the carpet together. That was a small relive for your thoughts, but not for the ache between your legs. When you got to the hotel, the staff already packed their staff and were on the way to their rooms, which left you and Hongjoong alone in your suite. The moment Hongjoong closed the doors, your lips were on his, kissing him hungrily. He just chuckled, he got you just how he wanted, you were wet and needy. You made your way to the bedroom, where he helped you to get out of your dress, but he ordered you to keep your heels and necklace. He took off his suit in a matter of seconds, he pushed you on the bed, kissing your neck and down to your lower belly. “Are you ready to be marked as mine for everyone to see. I can't wait for you to be pregnant and full of my baby.” He rubbed your clit slowly before pushing two fingers inside you. The pleasure wasn't strong, you needed more, you craved his dick inside you. You squeezed your walls around his fingers, trying to give him a hint that you required more. “Someone is very needy. My baby mama is craving something bigger than my fingers, huh.” You could only moan at his words, already too far gone to say anything or form any thoughts. “Don't worry, I will make sure to get you full and pregnant by the end of this night.” He took off his boxers, pumping himself a bit. “Come up princess, spit on my cock and stroke it. I need this to be comfortable for my baby mama.” You propped yourself on one hand, spitting on his dick and stroking him to make it wet. As you did that, you looked him in the eyes, which turned him on even more. That dazed look in your eyes gave him confidence, he knew that only he can make you feel and look like this. He went down to kiss you and push you to lay down as he positioned his cock on your entrance. “Oh Hongjoong…. Feels so good, so full.” You moaned like never before, the stretch gave you just what you needed. “ Yeah you're feeling full baby.” He continued thrusting inside you, the tip of his dick brushing on your g-spot, making you see stars. Stroking your clit, he latched onto one of your nipples while his other hand massaged your other boob. “I can't wait to see your boobs full of milk for our baby.” He covered all of your sensitive spots, your stomach felt like it's going to burst. “Now mama, I need you to cum for me. Cum for daddy, so he can breed you nice and full.” Every word was punctuated by his thrust, every thrust made his tip slam into your g-spot, that was your limit. Your pussy started squeezing his dick, he rubbed your clit faster and that's when that pressure in your lover belly was released. You came all over him, he continued thrusting, feeling your pussy squeeze him trying to keep him inside. Throwing his head back, he came inside you, his tip touching your cervix. “Oh yes, mama, keep everything inside. Don't you dare a single drop to leave your pussy.” He slowly took himself out, pushing one finger inside you to keep everything inside. He laid beside you, stroking your hair with his other hand. “Thank you, daddy, for filling me up.” You smiled at him, as he kissed your forehead. He pulled his finger out and went to get a towel to clean you and your panties. “Daddy is now going to clean you up. I'm going to try to be gentle, I know you are sensitive.” You just nodded, as he slowly cleaned you and put some panties on you. “Thank you baby. I can't wait to see if we made a baby tonight.” He laid down, hugging you closely. “Me too. Hopefully for the next year we will need three invitations.”

[jensthwa]

love's an uncharted path ★ masterlist.

★ prev called: show & tell universe ★

An exploration of the eight distinct stories of friendship, love, and self-discovery that intertwine as each character faces the trials of entering adulthood and falling in and out of love.

warnings: smut, drinking and drugs, adult language and descriptions of the female body, angst, tears and attempted comedy throughout all stories.

note: these stories are being posted in chronological order, although there's some context within them that range from their childhood, teen years and college years. in these stories, the guys are in their last years of college/entering their first job and tasting a bit of adulthood as they navigate through the motions and find love in the way. 

MINGI'S STORY: SHOW AND TELL (bf2l).

summary: you have known mingi since you both were fourteen. you’ve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering he’s your other half. when he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, you’re just the best friend a guy like him can have.

main story: part one (8k) & part two (11k).

extras: a very show & tell christmas (7k), tba.

WOOYOUNG'S PRELUDE: A CLOWN'S REMEDY TO HEAL A BROKEN HEART (halloween special, hookeup2??).

summary: a drunk and kind of akward conversation inside of a closet is the start of Wooyoung's journey into healing his broken heart. only he doesn't really know the name of the scarlet witch that helped mend a heart that wasn't supposed to break anymore, even if she starts plaguing his thoughts and dreams after that.

posted here (11.9k).

SAN'S STORY: WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS (f2s2l).

summary: san is your first love. he broke your heart and played with your feelings without even kissing you back when you two were in highschool. now, many years later, you do your best to avoid crossing paths with him because there's just no way you could ever hate him, but there's also no way you two can be friends again. but his best friend is also one of your best friends, so there's only so much you can do to avoid san when he arranges a dinner you're forced to go to.

main story: one shot (20k).

extras: tba.

SEONGHWA'S STORY: I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU (s2l, love at first sight).

summary: in an attempt to grasp at his youth, seonghwa buys a motorcycle despite not knowing the first thing about them. when it inevitably breaks down, he has no other option that to ride it to a mechanic shop and, after following a sweet hum, he’s faced with the life-changing (and predictable) fact that, maybe, what he needed after all was not a motorcycle. maybe, just maybe, what he needed was you.

main story: one shot (20k).

extras: tba.

YUNHO'S STORY: MOUNTEBANK CHEM (e2f2l, arranged pr relationship). CURRENTLY WRITING!

summary: the first time you met yunho, you knew he was going to be part of the biggest tragedy of your life: the loss of your freedom, of your free will. you didn't know why back then but what you did figure out is that you and jeong yunho were going to, eventually and very publicly, date each other at some point. is that reason enough to hate his guts? well, of course! now, when the time comes to fulfill the prophecy, how the hell are you going to pull it off? and, most importantly, what do you need to do to not fall in love with him in the process?

main story: part one (9.7k), part two (14.2k), part three (16.5k), part four (tba).

extras: tba.

WHAT'S NEXT?

YEOSANG'S STORY: WIP.

HONJOONG'S STORY: WIP.

JONGHO'S STORY: WIP.

WOOYOUNG'S STORY: WIP (extra: woo's prelude / posted!).

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𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Song Mingi x Fem!reader

Summary: Your relationship isn't as vanilla as you initially thought

Warnings: ft. Hongjoong, Language, Established Relationship, Honjoong as his own warning, Teasing, Mentions of Bruises, Possessiveness, Slight!Humor, Fluff, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, Marking, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, DUB/CON, Massive Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, No Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Dom!Mingi, Sub!reader, fingering, PIV, Unprotected Sex, Slight!Exhibition Kink

HE MAKES ME SO DELULU

Hongjoong's voice is loud and frankly hyperbolic when he decides to disrupt the serenity in the dorms by screaming, "What the hell is that?!"

Your head jerks upwards from Mingi's hard chest, effectively ruining your once blissful rest under candle scented clouds as you stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend's friend. Hongjoong had promised to make himself and the rest of the group scarce on this bustling Friday night, leaving you and Mingi alone in the dorms while they partied up the peroration of the weekend.

But he is still here.

Blocking the view of the TV with his blinding Saint Lairent sequence and attire.

Your downtime, your only time, which was meticulously carved out of both you and your boyfriend's busy schedule is suddenly being hijacked by a crazily grinning Hongjoong, cupping the front of his mouth in apparent shock.

"Aren't you supposed to be gone?" Mingi mutters, refusing to spare Hongjoong a single glance as he swipes through his phone.

Your boyfriend continues in his duties as the big spoon on the wide sectional. His other hand, in its callousness and recklessness, is draped over your hip. Throughout his doom scrolling, Mingi's hand has slipped under your camisole and has taken to rubbing, slow circles along your soft tummy, gradually exposing the dark, purple splotches which caught Hongjoong's attention, just as he was about to leave.

"Aren't you supposed to be a human?" Hongjoong replies smoothly before gesturing vaguely towards your exposed abdomen, "When were you going to tell us you're an undercover vampire? I always had a suspicion, but now I know -"

"Jeez-" You stammer, fighting to force out Mingi's hand and pull down your camisole before Hongjoong could get a closer look. Mingi's hand is an iron glove as he pushes you down by your abdomen, effectively securing you against him.

Without looking up from his phone, he says, "He's in our business,"

"Damn right, I'm in your business!" Exclaims Hongjoong, "Did you see the state of those marks, man?! Honestly, I applaud you-"

Sensing Mingi's already glacial patience waning, by the firm grip across your abdomen, you attempt to salvage the conversation. Mingi very rarely felt like speaking at the best of times, even more apparent was his abhorrence for explaining himself and so you do it for him.

"They're just love bites," You attempt to salvage, but to no avail. "And anyway, I think you better get going, now!"

"'Love bites!'" Hongjoong mocks in slight acquiescence as he begins to make his way to the front door.

Despite the flurry of teasing that he had been attacked with, Mingi is still indifferent as he finally places his phone down. In fact, his hand returns to its designated spot underneath your camisole, resting along your tummy, with his blunt fingernails skimming the softness of the skin under your breasts "You love everything I do to you," He murmurs in your ear loud enough for Hongjoong to hear who finally disappears behind the closed door with another loud cackle. Mingi continues rubbing along your skin as he buries his head in between your neck.

"Show them too me," He says, "I like seeing them."

There is no reality in which you could possibly explain to anyone that the marks you sported underneath your clothes are a product of your desires. One glance at your body, riddled with bruises and love bites, would have anybody sick. To you, however, they were a prize.

"I wanna see them," Mingi says, having suddenly found his deep, fiery, sandalwood voice, echoing throughout the living room.

He begins to paw at anything and everything to get to one of his many marks he left on you and once he peeks over your side, and sees what Hongjoong saw, the flurry of blue and purple bruises meshing into the depths of your skin - it has his resolve snapping in earnest as he pushes you easily onto your back, while he moves to hover above you.

He had not always been this handsy or demanding, and you're unable to stop yourself from thinking back to when things had been different...

You remember the softness of Mingi's hands your first night spent together. How he hovered behind your bent over frame, clenching his jaw as he eased his leaking cock inside of you at snail pace,

"I don’t have anywhere to be, Babe, take your time," you had joked with a lazy smile while Mingi's jaw ticked.

"Carry on with your little jokes and I might not be so forgiving," If only you knew that the further your pussy swallowed his dick, the more his patience was waning. His limbs ached with the need to wrap around you. Adrenaline from the earlier performance was still running through his arteries, heightening his senses. He needed to go quicker. He longed to fuck you harder. This gentleness was going against everything in his very nature. His body burened for him to make a mess inside you, clamp his hand around your mouth and fuck you in front of the greenroom mirror until you begged him to stop… until you would have the marks to prove it.

But he liked you too much

And he had never felt this way before.

And as his hand dug into your soft sides, he promised that he would never let his recklessness steal this away from him.

But you felt him twitch inside you, and you peered up at his brown eyes now squeezed shut,

"What are you thinking about," you had asked him softly, as Mingi began a slow rhythm with his hips- the tip of his cock barely grazing that plush bundle of need inside you.

"Don't worry about what I'm thinking about," He blew out a hot and heavy breath, "what the fuck are you think about? You're gripping me like a vice, you fucking slut," He did not mean to say that. He did not mean for the words to slip out.

Or maybe he did.

There is an immense burst of pleasure spanning inside him, having him rut just a little quicker inside you - inside his beautiful fucking slut.

"Fuck,"

"Holy shit"

A dam had been broken. A holy grail was discovered as you watched Mingi and his slightly parted lips through the mirror. His eyes had snapped shut and a pained, completely fucked out expression overtook him. It had Mingi's cock seeking further, more violent entry, while your thighs framing his hips only locked tighter. The noise of post-perfomance celebration outside was no match for the bass in Mingi's voice that night.

"What are you thinking about?" All thoughts lead back to the present with Mingi presently stationed between your thighs on the big, open couch. Your breath is shallow as you reply, "Guess,"

A slow, almost proud smirk lightly pierces the end of his lips as he sits back on his haunches to splay a kiss against your steepled knee. Your eyes flutter shut as his plush, pillowy lips make contact with your skin, "Osaka?" He asks, voice as husky as it was in that deserted green room, where he forced you to take everything he had to offer while still wanting more.

"Osaka." You nod with finality, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as Mingi's kisses grew slightly more frazzled along your legs. Soon, you're gasping into the air as you feel his sneaky hand drift further and further along your inner thigh, like a serpent on a mission. He remains cool and collected on the outside but his bulge is raging against his sweatpants. It's the lack of immediate gratification on both ends that has your wetness seeping onto your underwear while you begin to paw helplessly at your breasts.

"You know…" Mingi's fingers lock onto your underwear, which he gradually pulls down. His kisses cease, and you frown at the skin-to-skin disconnection as your eyes flutter open, "Your skin is looking a little too boring down here. Not a single mark in sight," He peers up at you from between your rattling thighs with unmistakable innocent eyes.

You arch your back off the couch, already triggered by a deep wave of arousal as you bring your cunt to meet his hand while you reply through clenched teeth, "You can't… on my legs- They'll see,"

"You think I care if any of them see?" It is a question asked in darkened curiosity. You moan with ferocity as Mingi's fingers spear your aching cunt as his head tilts to the side, "You think I care if anyone sees how pretty you look when you're covered in my bruises like this?" He's completely sunken into his wayward domspace as his fingers drift in and out of you with complete focus and determination. You're a mewling, moaning mess as your fingers dig into his choppy dyed hair and you lift your hips to meet each and every obscenely cruel thrust.

"Another finger, Mingi, Please. I need m-more," he was wrecking you with middle finger alone, savouring the way your cunt gripped around him, imagining it was his cock. "Such a cute little slut," He mutters, almost to himself as he obliges and slowly sinks his index fingers inside your soaking walls. Your cunt is eager to pull his fingers in before pushing him out and pulling him in again. Mingi is utterly transfixed, watching you fuck yourself silly on his fingers until they're glistening.

"Lift your top," he says, "I wanna see you." You comply without fail, scrambling to lift your camisole until the cool air flows freely across your hardened nipples. Mingi's breathing becomes ragged when he lays eyes on your exposed breasts, and the dozens of little marks splattered across your torso. Some faded, some blending into the depth of your skin. It is the unevenness of it, the irregularities and discoloration that he put there, that completely blows the lid on his composure.

"Fuck, open your legs," you could not find it in you to tell him your legs were already open. All you do is moan from the loss of his fingers as Mingi crawls up against you. He palms his hardened cock through his sweats as he watches you play with your tits in the most lewd, most lascivious fashion.

"You like acting like such a little slut?" The depth of his voice, had you absolutely weak to the core, like the foundations of earth itself was being enchanted to speak. He knew how wrecked he could get you by simply speaking and it is his most coveted weapon. Mingi's eyes are hooded and glassy as he hovers over you, simultaneously forcing his cock through your wet folds while he looked down at you with fierce conviction.

You're already teetering on the edge as he begins to fuck you hard and rough while his 3 silver chains dangle from his neck, kissing the very tips of your nose.

"Oh- fuck, you're taking me so well," Mingi's voice is absolutely delirious as he pounds into you, his jewelery moving in tandem with his violent thrusts as he brings a hand down on your breasts.

"So, good, you feel so good," He repeats, rutting into you with the same urgency of that very first night you let him get this rough with you. His thrusts are sloppy and erratic as he splays a wayward hand on your inner thigh, prying your legs open to allow his cock to plunge even deeper. Mingi's left arm is beside your head, keeping him afloat while he experimentally brings a calloused hand around the base of your throat, testing. Your back once again peels off the couch as you bring a hand up to his wrist. "Fuck, oh my god-"

"Fuck, Mingi" He corrects, huffing and puffing above you as he urges you to nod along with him, "I want you to say my name, baby,"

"F-Fuck, Mingi," The words escape through pursed lips, accompanied by a whorish moan from you and a deep, rumbling groan from Mingi who begins to hump your cunt with urgency.

For the umpteenth time since you began, you are utterly breathless.

"My dumb little slut is taking his cock so well," Mingi's voice is hoarse as it cracks into a million pieces, "So fucking good,"

He watches with shallow breathing as another moan climbs up and out of your throat... He sends another mindless rut into your pussy, spurred by the knowledge that you are slipping into subspace right in front of him. "You like it when I call you my little slut?"

"Oh fuck-" Your own hips are restless as you lift them to meet his sloppy thrusts.

"That's not an answer," He says before squeezing the base of your throat in warning.

"Yes!" You say, once You're given the gift of breathing, "Yes, I like it when you call me a slut!" Unimaginable pleasure only multiplies as Mingi buries his head in the crook of your neck and bites. He is relentless on your skin- sinking his teeth and rutting his hips until the tip of his cock bruises your cervix. You're completely incoherent and so is he.

"Fuck…I love seeing- love seeing my marks on you baby," Mingi's eyes are half lidded as his lips hangs open, "Fucking love marking my slut and fucking her tight little pussy."

"Oh, fuck-"

"I can't stop," He says, with utter desperation in his tone, enough to have your legs shaking, ready to accommodate your oncoming orgasm, "I can't fucking stop so don't ask me to, okay? P-Please don't ask me to stop," Mingi's words bleed into one another and he feels free. Free to say what he needs to in order to build that well of lust necessary to push him over the edge.

He is so grateful to have found you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum-" that is the only announcement needed before Mingi completely releases inside you. His words have you slipping into your own orgasm, screaming and clawing at the hand around your neck as your hips lift to milk everything out of him.

The air that settles is still profoundly charged and Mingi finds himself unable to leave the confines of your pussy, so he doesn't.

"I want you to show everyone these marks for me tomorrow," He whispers with his cock still inside you, "Can you do that for me?"

Welp!

[fivestar-outlaw]

New Horizons (Park Seonghwa) (Ch. 4)

Chapter 4: Dreaming [Final Chapter]

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Words: 16.5K+ (OOPS)

Warning(s): Discussion of insecurities, some swearing, Ateez is a menace (lovingly) to reader and Hwa.

SMUT (18+) WARNINGS: Multiple orgasms, oral (M/F receiving), a hint of cockwarming, condoms and birthcontrol are used (not sure if this is needed here, but i know some people enjoy reading characters hitting it raw), PiV penetration, cumshot??? (i dont know if thats the correct term for what happens LMAO). I think thats it here.

A/N: FINALLY CHAPTER 4 IS HERE. Life kept throwing curveballs but I came through!! I. Love. This. Chapter. SM. A lot went into it and its just fluffy, silly fun time with some spice. I originally was going to write a smut scene for the epilogue but it just works here. also apologies if it isnt good, im a lil rusty with smut writing. ANYWAYS enjoy! <3

Reader is implied to be living in the US bc uh TIMEZONES ARE FUCKY and i didnt realize how reliant i was on mine (PST) when looking up KST

Summary: Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.

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"Can you stop pacing?" Jongho sighed, watching Seonghwa going back and forth in the living space of the MinSanHwa dorm. Everyone in Ateez were currently residing there, waiting for your arrival in this somewhat warm afternoon.

He felt confident with you coming over. He was excited and ready to start laying down hints about his feelings and hopefully catch any signs from you. But the second they got the text from their manager and you that you'd been picked up from the airport, Seonghwa was up on his feet nervously spot cleaning and pacing. He felt confident at the start of the day, but now? He was on edge.

"What if she suddenly doesn't want to see me?" The eldest asked out loud, feeling anxiety creeping up his spine. "What if she'll not want to stay with me then?"

"Well, she'll still want to see me and stay with me then." Wooyoung teased. Seonghwa shot him a glare.

"Not helping, Woo." Mingi hissed to the younger male. "What happened to the confidence you had earlier?"

"I don't know why I am freaking out this bad." The eldest groaned and started pacing quicker.

"Hwa, you should sit down. Pacing isn't going to help your nerves." San suggested, getting up from his spot on the couch. He gently grasped Seonghwa's arms and pulled him over to take the spot he once inhabited. The younger male made him sit and gave him a reassuring squeeze to one of his arms.

"(Y/N) is just as excited and probably just as nervous to meet you too." Hongjoong attempt to reassure. The eldest nodded, taking a deep breath, as a smile grew on his face.

"Thank you, guys. I am feeling a little less stressed now."

"And if you two need San and I gone, just give us a heads up and we will bunk with the others." Mingi cheekily grinned. Wooyoung bursted out laughing, with San and Yuhno chuckling. Honjoong, Yeosang, and Jongho had a scandalized look before they too laughed along.

"Why would we- Oh my god." Seonghwa groaned loudly. Everyone smiled at flustered expression on their oldest friends face all while Mingi looked proud.

A series of rhythmic knocks had the room go silent.

All of Ateez looked at Seonghwa, who simply stared at the front door with wide eyes. No one moved a muscle. Wooyoung, who was sitting next the eldest male, practically pushed Seonghwa to his feet. He gulped and approached the door. Taking in a deep breath, he turned the several locks and opened the door.

There you were, with a half drank beverage in one hand and your phone in the other. Your suitcase rested just behind you and your carry on hung over your left shoulder. You wore clothes comfortable for travel yet still looked as good as ever. Neither of you spoke. You both just stared at each other.

"(Y/N)!" Hongjoong's voice snapped the two of you out of your trances. He walked through the threshold and grabbed your suitcase with a grin. "Come inside."

"Hey everyone!" You smiled walking into the dorm, waving. All of Ateez stood up from their spots with wide smiles. Wooyoung was bouncing in his spot; San, Mingi, and Yuhno excitedly waved; Yeosang and Jongho looked calm, though one could easily discern some nervousness in their glances; and Hongjoong went and set aside your luggage so it was out of the way for now.

"(Y/N)..." Seonghwa's soft voice stole your attention. Before you could speak he pulled you into a tight embrace. You easily melted into him, the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body invading your senses. You immediately wrap your arms around him just as tight and you could hardly hear the faint awws from the others.

"It's good to see you in person, Hwa." You whisper.

"Likewise." He slowly moved away, though kept his hands resting on your shoulders.

"Stop hogging her, hyung!" Wooyoung was almost instantly right by your side with a pout on his face. He removed Seonghwa's hands from your shoulders like a child and once they were off you, a big grin broke out on Woo's face. "We are so happy you're here!" He placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face, before pulling you into a hug.

Soon enough, everyone was around you. Each member took turns greeting you and pulling you into a hug. Seonghwa couldn't help but smile at the friendliness between you and the others. Even Jongho gave you a very brief hug with a gummy grin on his face.

"It's almost surreal being here with you guys." You admitted, wide eyed, looking at each one. Although, your gaze lingered on Seonghwa's form more so than the others. "It feels like just yesterday I invited Hwa to sell turnips on my island."

"Yeah, and now he won't ever stop talking about you." Yeosang teased with an almost deadpan expression, which soon melted into a smile.

"You all live to embarrass me." Hwa rolled his eyes while fighting the urge to smile himself.

"Not to further embarrass you, or you (Y/N), but we should probably settle sleeping arrangements. I assume your staying in our dorm." San inquired.

"You can always stay with me." Wooyoung suggested, leaning against you.

"I figured I would be taking the couch." You shrug.

"No, you can have my bed. I'll stay on the couch." Seonghwa asserts.

"Hwa, it's your bed."

"(Y/N), your our guest." Hongjoong interjected. "You should sleep on the bed."

"He is the idol. He should be well rested and the best shape, especially if you guys are practicing and learning new choreography and he can't do that if he isn't able to sleep comfortably."

"Ah, well, you aren't wrong there."

"Joong." Hwa gave him an incredulous look.

"You guys could always take turns." Yuhno suggested with a quiet chuckle.

"You both could always just share the bed." Mingi interjects with a cheeky look on his face. That resulted in a light smack to the back of his head from Hongjoong. Mingi yelped and glared at Joong.

"Seonghwa and I can figure it out when we get there. I have a feeling we will be here all day." You say, feigning slight exasperation. "We talked briefly about ideas of what to do, but now that we are here..."

"Well, we would love to bring you to the dance studio while you stay." Yuhno smiled.

"And I asked my vocal coach, he said it was alright for you to listen in on a practice if you still want to." Jongho beamed.

"We can also take you places for sight-seeing and to grab food. We will have to be careful and go in small groups after practice but it should be fun. We have a photoshoot Thursday, which you're welcome to join us for." Hongjoong added. "There are limits as to what we can do outside the dorms and the KQ building, but overall we want to spend time with you."

"We all have Switch's too, so don't think about playing only Animal Crossing with him." Woo playfully glared at you and Seonghwa. This had the others wanting to already play games like Mario Kart or Smash Bros with you.

After a day of playing different party games, laughing at how competitive each of the guys were, and having delicious takeout from one of their favorite places, the nine of you were crowded around the tv in the MinSanHwa dorm. You decided on what movie to watch via rock, paper, scissors; the winner got to pick the movie and sat out from the rest of the game.

You won the first pick. You decided on a movie you enjoyed that you have been meaning to rewatch. San won next and he picked out a film no had seen before. Yeosang was after him and decided on a classic Korean film that you hadn't watched. Now Yuhno's choice was playing, which was Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse.

You were practically forced to sit on the couch, right in between Seonghwa and San, while the others occupied desk chairs brought out from either San, Mingi, or Seonghwa's rooms or the floor. They insisted it was because you were the guest, but Ateez really wanted to make sure you and Seonghwa were seated next to each other for movie time.

After all, operation 'Hwa+Y/N' (Wooyoung's idea) was officially set in motion the second you knocked on the door. It was their way of helping you and Seonghwa to hopefully confessing to one another.

It was midway through the film when you started feeling like you were about to fall asleep. Lingering drowsiness had been present since Yeosang's movie but you were able to keep it at bay. Now, it felt like you were struggling hard to keep your eyes open. Travel exhaustion and your sleep schedule now being thrown off further must have finally caught up. You felt your breathing start to slow as you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.

Seonghwa's eyes widened when felt weight on his shoulder. Craning his head, his face softened and his heart fluttered at the sight of your head resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help the large smile on his face as he stared, not paying any attention to the movie.

"Aww." Wooyoung cooed softly. He held up his phone and leaned away from you and Hwa to snap a few pictures. 

"Send me those." The eldest murmured. Wooyoung nodded and made sure to send them to Hwa. He also sent them to the group chat he created without you or the oldest male he lovingly named the ship name he and Yuhno coined for you and Hwa.

"Here, I'll pause it-" Yuhno lifted the remote to pause the movie but Seonghwa cut him off.

"Let her sleep through the rest of it." He kept his voice low as to not wake you.

"You just don't want her off you, hyung." Jongho teased. Hwa simply rolled his eyes and focused his eyes on the screen. He would be lying, though, if he were to say the rest of his attention was focused in on you. He wanted nothing more than to place a chaste kiss to your hairline and interlock his fingers with yours, and he almost would have if he wasn't keenly aware of his friends not-so-subtly watching him.

When the credits for the movie started playing the tv was shut off. Everyone awake except Seonghwa got up from their spots and stretched, a few yawned in tandem. San and Mingi started moving their desk chairs back into their rooms. Seonghwa blinked back the sleepiness creeping up on him as he ever-so-slightly shifted, reaching over with his free hand. He gently tapped and shook you as he called out your name.

"Hmmm?" You mumbled, your eyes slowly opening. You lazily raise your head from his shoulder but shift your body closer to his. If you weren't half-awake you would have caught how flushed his ears were becoming. "Damn. Did I sleep through the movie?"

"Just half way through."

"All the excitement and traveling must of finally caught up to me." You gingerly move away from Hwa, much to his disappointment, and lift your arms about your head. Your stretched them and your spine as a big yawn escaped your mouth. "We never did figure out sleeping arrangements."

"Seonghwa-hyung, you can have my bed and (Y/N), you can have his for the stay." San smiled as he came back into the living area. "I'll stay with one of the others."

"San-"

"You guys can't argue against me on this." He held up his hand, effectively cutting you and Seonghwa off, and eyed the rest of the group. "Who am I bunking with first?"

"You can stay in my bed tonight, Sannie. I have some work to do anyways." Hongjoong offered. "Oh, by the way, we are going to be heading out early tomorrow for practice, (Y/N)."

"Sounds good. I can't wait. Thanks for," Your own yawn interrupted you, making the others faintly chuckle, "the heads up."

You slowly stand up from the couch alongside Hwa and start to make your way to your bags, but the more awake Seonghwa beat you to it. He lifted your carry-on over one of his shoulders and already started moving the suitcase towards his room. You simply roll your eyes and smile before bidding the others goodnight.

"As you know I got the smallest room but its still nice." Hwa said as he set your things down near the end of his bed. "All I ask is just make the bed each morning and be careful around those." He gestured to his display cases of his Lego figures, which he had lovingly showed you many times over video calls. "You seem like you're about to pass out. Do you need anything before you sleep?"

"I think I am good for now, thank you Hwa." You smile. He gives you a soft smile and turns to leave but you stop him. "Wait, can I... can I have another hug before bed?"

"You don't have to ask, you know." Hwa gingerly wrapped his arms around you. One of his hands rested on your upper back while the other found purchase on the back of your head. You took a deep breath and held him close. It was a warm hug that lasted for a good moment. You both slowly pulled away.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He exited his room, closing the door.

You exhale and quickly got changed. You quickly exit the room to the bathroom to brush your teeth. When finished you promptly went back to Hwa's room and pulled back his covers, slipping into the soft bedding. The mattress was extremely comfortable and as you nuzzled your face into the pillow, you smiled and drifted off to sleep.

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It has been a couple of days since you had arrived and its been a joy. You've gotten to try different foods and snacks with Ateez and got to have a tour of the KQ building. You even got to meet some of  BBTrippin briefly which was amazing.

You mostly were with Ateez when you went to the building, just like now. You were currently sitting on the floor of one of the dance rooms, sipping on a drink you and Wooyoung went to get in the canteen area. The boys were all dancing to older choreography before they started working on their newer songs.

You could feel the floor shake when they danced Hala Hala, which made you quietly giggle.

It was something else seeing them dance in person. Your eyes wandered to each person. You admired how each person moved and danced as if they were on stage performing for thousands. Your eyes stayed on Hwa's form the most. Everyone was extremely skilled in Ateez, but something about his presence while performing drew you in.

When Hala Hala finished, the boys decided to take a five minute break right as the choreographer walked in. Wooyoung and San decided to collapse by you while the others talked to their choreographer.

"What did you think?" Woo asked, practically draping his sweaty self over you.

You grimace, "I think your getting me all sweaty."

"You probably stink too." San teased, poking the younger males arm.

"I do not stink!" Woo gasped while pretending to be offended. His lips formed a pout as he laid down on the floor, resting his head on your lap, his face was towards your stomach. He glanced up to your face. "I don't stink, right (Y/N)?"

"No, you smell like your cologne." You patted his head and chuckled at his behavior. He shifted his head a bit so he could glance at San, letting out a small 'hmph' before returning to his previous position.

San moved himself closer to you and leaned in to talk to you both quietly. "How are you holding up with the whole crush thing?"

"Shh!" You hissed, glancing over to Seonghwa. He was still conversing with the choreographer. San had asked if you had a crush on Hwa when you both went and got snacks together during your first time at KQ. He knew the answer since that phone call Woo had in front of everyone but needed to set it up like he figured it out on his own. You tried to deny it but the knowing smile on his face told you he already knew the answer.

"Have you thought about confessing?" Wooyoung asked.

"I...I thought about doing it sometime over this stay but being in person has made it a bit more intimidating."

"How so?"

"I don't know. I think it makes it feel more real?" Your brows furrowed as you tried explaining the feeling you have been experiencing. "It felt real through our chats and video calls, but now that I am here in person... I feel like it'll hurt more if he-"

"Don't be negative." San gently reprimanded. "Just follow your heart, okay? The right moment will appear so don't ignore it."

"Okay, your right." You exhaled and were about to say more when Hongjoong and the choreographer called everyone to start practicing the new dance. Wooyoung got up with a groan but a big smile on his face. San followed suit and you gave them playful taps to their calves as they walked to the middle of the room.

You look to the mirror wall and you suddenly lock eyes with Seonghwa in the mirror. He gave you a sheepish smile, his ears and cheeks blushing faintly from being caught staring. You give him a reassuring smile and thumbs up, mouthing the word 'fighting'. He bowed his head with a bashful smile before returning eye contact with you, repeating that same word.

The choreographer began teaching them the next steps to Ateez. You watched intently, following the instructors moves and then looking at Ateez mimic him.  You noticed Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yuhno were quick in picking up the new dance. Though, you were aware of how much the choreographer was correcting Hwa today as well. You could see him deflate more and more which would cause him to make more mistakes. You could feel your heart clench when you saw his dejected look.

Two and a half hours of teaching passed. An extended break was called by the instructor for the guys to refill their energy. You got up from the floor and stretched, wincing at how numb and achy you butt and lower back felt. You were about to head out with the others who were going to get snacks and food, but stayed still when you saw Seonghwa wasn't joining. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at the hardwood floor.

You took tentative steps towards him. Your chest tightened as you got closer. You slowly reach out and place hand on his bicep. Your touched snapped him out of his stupor. His blinked rapidly before he glanced towards your face.

"Are you okay, Hwa?" You asked softly.

"Yeah... I am." His tone and a smile were anything but convincing. You didn't want to push him but you wanted to make sure he was alright.

"You don't have to tell me what's bugging you. And yes I can tell something is." You smile. "I just wanted to let you know I am here for you. Hwa."

"Thank you." His smile this time was genuine. Although, that smile quickly turned into a frown. "I am just angry with myself for how much I am messing up. I was doing fine yesterday and the day before but today... It's like I can't get the steps or the timing down like the others. I know I can do it but for some reason I am just not getting it."

"I see..." You took a moment to think when an idea came to mind. "Why do you teach me the new stuff yourself? Maybe speaking out loud will help the process and you can catch where you've been having trouble."

"Do you think that will really help?"

"Can't say for certain, Hwa, but it helps me when I get stuck writing essays or doing homework."

"Then lets try it."

You felt sweat drip down your face as you danced the first section of the new choreography with Seonghwa. Your advice did indeed help him. As he went over the steps with you, you saw how his eyebrows would raise on certain steps. His face would brighten each time he taught the counts and steps. He was patient with you, especially since Ateez dances were very intense. When he gave you the counts you noticed him catch an error he had been making beforehand and would proceed to explain it the right way.

Now, he smiled proudly at himself in the mirror at the end of the small practice session while you tried keeping your labored breathing to a minimum. The build up of sweat at your brow made you want to swipe it off with the back of your hand but you resisted. Though you did you feel your heart flutter when you saw how proud Hwa looked about himself.

Seonghwa looked at you and his eyes widened. "Let me get you some water and a towel." He hurriedly went to the edge of the studio and picked up a clean towel from the bench and then the half drank bottle of water he'd been drinking from. He made his way back to you, handing off the water. You expected him to give you the towel.

Instead, his free hand rested on your shoulder while the other gently dabbed your face. You tried your best to mask your shocked expression and hoped he couldn't discern the heat from your face was from his actions and not from the dancing. Seonghwa's touches were gentle as he cleaned your face. You felt your breath hitch when he dragged the towel around your neck.

You couldn't help but stare at him, his face concentrated on dabbing your skin. He eyes flickered to yours which caused his movements to halt. You swore you saw his attention briefly moved to your lips before they were back on your eyes. You both ever-so-slightly move closer to each other and again, his eyes wandered to your lips and neck.

He leaned in, eyes hooded, and you couldn't help but follow along-

"(Y/N)! Hwa!" Wooyoungs loud voice deeply cut through the moment. Instinctively you both moved away from each other and looked to see the younger male carrying in two paper bags. "We brought you guys lunch since you weren't there."

"(Y/N) was helping me out with the new dance. I think I got a good grasp on it now." Hwa quickly went to join his members while you followed along, your throat dry. Both of you missed the pointed glares Yuhno, San, and Jongho sent Wooyoung as they pulled out their phones.

'We told you to wait Woo. They were clearly having a moment!' Yuhno messaged their (Y/N)/Hwa-less group chat. Jongho and San quickly followed up his message with angry cat emotes.

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It was the day of the photoshoot. Apparently, it was for a big magazine that would come out during promotions for the new album.

You were hustled into the building with the stylists while Ateez went in elsewhere. Tiredness lingered on you while you still adjusted to the time zone difference but you didn't let that stop the excitement. You hardly caught a glimpse of the boys when their manager had you sit in the back corner of the shooting room. He gave you a smiled, handing you a badge that shows your allowed to be there, and placed a chair next you for himself before going off to the dressing room.

You waited for a while until you heard the people working the photoshoot call for the boys. Your eyes widened when you saw them walk out of the room. Every single one of them almost too handsome to be human.

Your attention, though of course, stayed on Seonghwa. He wore a loose, knitted grey sweater that was purposely distressed in some areas. The sleeves were long and reached past his hands but the hem was short, exposing just enough of his stomach. If he were to raise his arms, more of his midriff would be shown. His hair was styled down and loose and his charcoal grey top was matched with a dark belt and blue jeans.

You couldn't stop staring. Seonghwa always looked handsome to you, but this look? It was as if the stylist wanted you to keel over. The whole look made your heart race as you scanned over his figure again. 'Is he aware how hot he looks right now?'

You didn't even realize Seonghwa was watching at you. Your face immediately heated up. You gave him a sheepish smile and look away, an embarrassed warmth spreading through your being at being caught obviously checking him out. You focused on one of the studio lights. 'What a neat brand...' You glance back at him in the corner of your eye and immediately looked back at the light when you saw he was still looking your way.

A small, shy smile grew on Seonghwa's face. There was a mix of feelings within him. He felt bashful his crush was eyeing and admiring him so openly, but he also a sense of pride. His heart beat fast against chest.

Seonghwa always brushed off any thought he had of you loving him back. He never could tell over video calls you were ever admiring him in the way he wanted you to, and despite the small glances he had caught you stealing, he tried not to over think it... which actually was him overthinking it. His past insecurities coming up to tell him he was wrong. That little voice in his head always downplayed it. A part of him believed you wanted to kiss him back in the dance studio. However his internal voice dismissed it.

But now? Now he feels almost certain. This had to be one of those signs the others were telling him. There was no denying the expression you wore... how your eyes trailed over his figure... the way your barely sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth... or the embarrassed look as you put your focus elsewhere when he caught you. His smile turned into a faint smirk.

"What's up with you, hyung?" Wooyoung asked with a raised brow.

"I apologize." Seonghwa said in a low voice, that small smirk still present.

"For what?"

"For always doubting you about (Y/N)'s feelings towards me."

"What finallygave it away?"

"She was checking me out." Seonghwa looked to his friend while crossing his arms over his chest, the bashfulness starting to kick in at what he was about to say. "We also may have almost kissed the other day-"

"What?!" Woo shouted, making a silence wash over the room. He sheepishly smiled and apologized. The two waited until the photoshoot crew was talking again as they got the final lights ready. The rest of Ateez huddled around them with curious gazes. Wooyoung made sure to fill them in quickly before signaling for the eldest to continue.

"Listen. I wasn't sure whathappened then. I just... moved on my own and she leaned in too before you guys came back in." Hwa raised a brow when both Yuhno and San smacked Woo. "But I just watched her blatantly check me out."

"You two havebeen affectionate with each other since she got here." Yeosang notes, soft hums of agreement were heard from the others. "Whether each of you recognize it or not."

Seonghwa nodded slowly to that. His mind recalling all the light touches between you both, the nightly hugs before bed,

"Haven't we been telling you she is into you for how long?" Mingi said while crossing his arms.

"I know. I feel foolish now. I know that feeling of doubt may come back up- and I hope it doesn't because I feel really happy right now- but I do feel sure about it now." The elder sighed.

"What will you do now?" Hongjoong asked

"I haven't thought that far." Seonghwa looked away from his friend.

"Leave it to me, hyung." Woo winked.

"Jung Wooyoung-" Hwa started to protest but the photographer called him up for a few solo shots. The eldest gave Wooyoung a pointed look before making his way to start the shoot. Woo grinned and immediately went over the wait by you. The others followed, both curious and excited to see things finally progressing forward.

You were watching Seonghwa get into position for the first picture they wanted when you saw in the corner of tour eye the rest of Ateez joining you. Wooyoung sat in the managers unoccupied chair and gently bumped you. The rest of the boys were able to grab chairs of their own to join you.

"Oh hey guys." You smile. "You all look great. Thanks for inviting me."

"We appreciate you coming." Jongho smiled.

"I caught you checking out Seonghwa~" Wooyoung said in a sing-song voice, cutting straight to the chase. You were unaware of the lie.

"Woo!" Your eyes widened and you looked to the others.

"(Y/N), you haven't been exactly subtle. Well, at least to us. Hwa is oblivious." Yuhno told you, slightly relieved you never figured out Wooyoung told them back in February.

"And don't take this as the rest of us teasing you like Wooyoung, okay? Because we aren't." San added.

"So not only Seonghwa saw me, but you all did too." You groaned and tilted your head back, closing your eyes as you felt the familiar feeling of embarrassment creep up in your system.

"If it makes you feel any better, he didn't seem to mind it." Woo shrugged. "Anyways that's not the only reason why I came here. I wanted to do a dinner party tonight."

"Dinner party?"

"Yes. After the shoot I want to cook everyone a meal, share some soju, and have fun. I plan on keeping my makeup on a dressing up, and I'll make sure the others will be dressed up as well. You should too."

"Sounds like it would be fun, as long as I get to help."

"You are our guest..." Yeosang tried to argue but it trailed off at the look you gave him.

"I want to help. I think it would be fun to learn from Wooyoung."

Your eyes wandered back to the shoot as the others discussed the dinner plans and who all would go shopping for ingredients.

Your eyes widened when you watched Seonghwa raise he hands up and place them behind his head. The hem of the grey sweater indeed raised up enough to show off more of his waist and stomach.

"Close your mouth, (Y/N)." Woo nudged you, but your eyes stayed on Hwa posing. "You'll catch flies."

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"Wash the rice and vegetables, hyung." Wooyoung gestured to Hwa, his voice firm. However, he switched to an overly sweet tone when addressing you."(Y/N), my dear, can you start cutting up vegetables when he is done."

You laugh and grab the cutting board. You moved to stand next to Seonghwa so you could easily get ahold of what needs to be chopped. You eyed the overly cutesy apron Woo made him wear. You glanced down at your own, it was simple with a cute cat printed on it.  Seonghwa gently leaned over and bumped you with a smile before setting down a bell pepper for you start cutting.

Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Mingi were in the living area working on different things on their laptops while Jongho, Yuhno, and San say on the barstools at the kitchen island. Mingi also offered to help but Wooyoung said three people in the kitchen was enough.

The close proximity with Seonghwa in this moment had you recalling your stay with them thus far. Small moments of affection from Hwa were really becoming obvious to you.

Thinking back to when he got done with his solo shots, he practically pulled Woo out of the chair next to you and sat down, much to the younger male's and their manager's (who got the chair for himself) dismay. His arm stayed against yours until he had to get up again for the group pictures. When he came back from the dressing room after getting changed into a new outfit and hairstyle, he stood behind you and rested his hands on your shoulders until he was called again.

When you all left the photo studio and were crammed into the large van, Seonghwa had you both in the very backseats with San. You were sat in the middle, away from windows, but he kept himself close to you. He was showing different things on his phone all while leaning against you. This wasn't the first time either. Sitting next to each other while playing Animal Crossing, during a movie, or simply sitting next to each other for mundane things... he'd lean against you whether or not he was aware of it.

Then there were the times you'd be coming back to the dorms. You and Ateez would get back from KQ, he would rest his hand on your upper back whenever everyone loaded into the small elevator up to the dorm floor. He would keep himself close to you, which you assumed at first was due to limited space. However, even when it was just the two of you, he'd stay close with his hand between your your shoulder blades.

And then the dance studio moment. If the others hadn't of came in, you almost swore he would have kissed you and you would have definitely kissed him back. Your mind at first tried playing it off as your imagination but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed likely.

And you were ecstatic.

You had to keep yourself calm as you helped out in the kitchen but the blooming smile on your face gave you away.

"What has you all happy, hmm?" Woo asked quietly. You glance over your shoulder and saw Hwa was conversing with the others at the island.

"Just thinking how much I was a fool."

A smug look came over his face. "Explain."

"Woo..." You whined.

"You have to be specific because I don't know what you mean." He simply shrugged and focused on stirring one of the sauces.

"You were right, I think, about Hwa... I think he likes me."

"You think?" Woo gave you a deadpan look. You smacked his arm, which made him yelp and laugh.

"What's happening over there?" San laughed and grinned at the two of you. Seonghwa sent you both a curious look.

"Nothing, Wooyoung is just being Wooyoung." You sent the younger male a glare to signal he should keep quiet. Thankfully he didn't say anything further but he still held that smug look.

There came a point where Wooyoung didn't need any help further so he shooed you and Hwa out the kitchen. You decided to head back to Hwa's dorm to change into a nicer outfit and to freshen up your appearance. It didn't take you long and you went to the bathroom to go over your appearance in the mirror. You heard the front door close and heard Hwa's door close as well. You couldn't help but smile when you thought of him.

You felt your heart beat quicken as you thought about your feelings and confessing to Hwa. You were sure now he returned your feelings, but now taking that next step seemed daunting. You were also not fond of confessing in front of the others, if you had the courage to confess at all.

You smoothed out your clothes and left the bathroom, only to run right into Seonghwa, who had his hand up as if he were about to knock on the door.

"Oh sorry."

"My bad." You both laughed.

"Wooyoung sent me to get you and grab the soju we have here." Hwa lifted up the bottle of the yogurt flavored soju from the fridge. "You look good."

"You do too." You noticed he also changed his top. You gulped when you saw it was very similar to the grey top he wore at the photoshoot. It was black, not a knitted looking top with a purposely distressed look. The hem wasn't as short and the sleeves weren't as long as the photoshoot top, but it still looked good. His hair was worn down now and his face was bare, having took a quick shower when everyone got back from the photoshoot.

There was awkward silence as you both stared at each other. You felt your phone buzz, which you were sure was one of the guys telling you dinner was ready.

"We should probably get back." Hwa spoke in a soft voice, his eyes never leaving yours as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Y-yeah, we should." You nod. You both quickly left and re-entered Wooyoung, Hongjoong, and Jongho's dorm. You saw the others were already sitting at the table. It looked cramped but there was enough room for everyone and most of the food in the middle. There were two spots open next to one another.

You both took your spots, Yeosang was next to you while Hongjoong was by Seonghwa. Once you both joined, everyone started putting food onto their plates. You felt giddiness for some reason whenever Seonghwa would get food for you when he got his serving. The soju bottles started getting passed around for those that wanted to drink. You decided to partake, hoping it would calm your nerves.

Your very belated revelation had you feeling more at edge around Seonghwa than ever before.

You hadn't realized you were tapping your fingers against your thigh until you felt Hwa's hand clasped around yours. You tensed but relaxed when he gave your hand a light squeeze.

"Are you okay? You seem on edge." He asked as quietly as he could. Everyone else chatted and some were loud, but he wanted to make sure you had some privacy. You appreciated that.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really happy to be here." You smile and lean against him for a few moments. He unfortunately let go of your hand so you both could eat with ease, but he shifted in his seat so his thigh stayed pressed against yours.

It was getting later in the night now.

You stopped drinking alcohol when you felt a nice buzz. While drinking with your friends sounded fun, you also didn't want to potentially embarrass yourself in front of them. Besides those who weren't as drunk as Hongjoong, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung, who were all flushed in the face and neck, needed to keep an eye on them.

"Sannie isn't that strong of a drinker." Hwa chuckled next to you as you both watched him and Mingi sing loudly to some ballads.

"Hyung you have no room to talk." Yeosang rolled his eyes as he sat next to you. He crossed his arms and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Hwa's a lightweight?" You ask with a smirk, looking to the man in question.

"He gets as bad as Sannie." Yeosang wore a faux pout. "At least San doesn't scream in your face."

"Hey, we were playing a game. Don't make it sound worse to (Y/N)." The eldest grumbled and followed the younger in resting against you. You simply chuckled at their antics.

You nearly busted out laughing when Wooyoung and Hongjoong loudly joined San and Mingi's singing. Their voices were very loud and their singing was slightly slurred. You watched as Wooyoung climbed onto the wooden coffee table, singing his heart out to the room.

"Woo get down before you hurt yourself." Yuhno sighed, approaching the scene.

"Let him perform!" Mingi and San said at the same time.

"I don't want to hear it from the two that got us a jumping ban." Yuhno struggled to get Wooyoung off the coffee table but managed to do so despite the younger one's squirming.

"Ah, he is such a handful even when he is drunk." You heard Jongho say from behind you.

"Glad I stopped when I stopped drinking when I did." You chuckled. "I probably would have been up there with him."

"Oh that would be fun to see." Hwa acted like he was about to get up off the couch. "Should we get more to drink ?"

"I don't want to be yelled at." You scrunch your nose at him teasingly.

"I would never." He places his hand on his chest and faked offense.

"Although I wouldn't mind one more shot from that bottle with the purple cap. That stuff is delicious."

Yeosang decided to get off the couch and grabbed the bottle and three of the shot glasses. He poured you each a glass, the bottle now empty. You tilted back the small cup and down the smooth liquid easily.

Yeosang chose to sit back at the table, leaving just you and the eldest on the couch. You moved in your spot so you could rest your head on Seonghwa's shoulder now. You started to feel tired, likely from the alcohol in your system, but you felt at peace. Well, for the most part. When four men were loudly singing ballads right in front of you, it was hard to actually fall asleep.

"You should get some rest, (Y/N)." Jongho spoke softly. He was resting his arms on the back of the couch where Yeosang was once residing.

"I don't want leave you alone with dealing with the drunks though."

"Don't worry about us. We got this handled." Yuhno grinned. His arms were still around Wooyoung as they swayed to the song playing.

"Alright. I'm heading back over then." You pat Hwa's leg and got up from the couch. You stretch your limbs and start the head over to the door when you noticed Seonghwa got up and was following you.

"I'm tired too." He had a light blush on his cheeks.

You both told everyone goodnight as you went back to the MinSanHwa dorm. You didn't catch how the rest of sober Ateez gave Hwa a thumbs up before the door closed.

"Ugh, I don't want to take off my makeup." You groan as you both walk through the front door. Seonghwa chuckled from behind you as he closed the door.

"Why don't you sit on the couch. I'll be back out." You gave him a questioning look but he was already heading into his room. You sit down on the couch and take in a deep breath. You felt a little more buzzed now that your last shot had been in your system for a bit.

A few minutes pass when Seonghwa came back out from his room. He appeared to have changed into nightwear. In his hand was a bottle of makeup remover and two clean towels. He sat next to you on the couch, his legs crossed as he faced you.

"Hwa, what are you doing?" You ask with a slight chuckle.

"Turn and face me. I'll take off your makeup." You gave him a puzzled look but did as he asked.

"Why do you want to take off my makeup? I have two hands, you know?" Your tone was playful, but there was genuine curiosity there. "You're always taking care of me."

"Is it an issue?"

"No, it isn't."

He uncapped the makeup remover and dabbed it onto one of the face towels. He gestures for you to close your eyes and you do.

"I am about to touch you." He murmured and just a moment later you felt the expected cloth on your face. You felt him start to clean off your forehead first. His fingers of his free hand gently held your jaw as he moved your head when he needed to. His touch was electrifying. "Let me know if I am too rough."

You mumble a response. Both of you sat in silence as he slowly and carefully cleaned your face. Your mind was taken back to that day in the dance studio when he cleaned your face then. It made your heart flutter.

"I like taking care of you." His voice cut through the silence between you two. He carefully started removing your eye makeup. "That's why I wanted to take off your makeup right now."

"Oh." Was all you could say. Your mind swam with different thoughts and feelings, all clouded by your buzz. You gulped and took a deep breath. "Why?"

"You can open your eyes now." You did so and saw he was smiling at you. With his free hand, he tilted your head back, making sure to clean under your jaw and your neck for any left over makeup. His motions were careful, his free hand stayed at the base of your neck. "I like taking care of you because I carefor you. I like seeing you happy. Hongjoong told me it's my love language for those I am close with."

Seonghwa finished cleaning off every part of your face and neck. He set the towel down on the coffee table and placed both his hands on the sides of your head, guiding you to face him. His hands lingered for a second longer before he moved them to rest on his legs.

Hwa gave you a look full of fondness and sincerity. His smile was warm and you felt safe under his gaze. You smile back and scoot closer to him. You caught his dark brown eyes staring at your lips, and this time it was blatant. Your breath was caught in your throat and your face felt on fire. And yet, your mind, while racing, wasn't telling you to overthink. It wasn't downplaying the situation like it would do before. Everything in the moment, you and Hwa alone having a sweet moment, felt right.

This has to be the right moment, like San told you.

"May I?" His voice was almost a whisper but you heard him loud and clear.

"Yes, before someone interrupts again." Seonghwa let out an amused 'hmph' sound. He scooted himself closer to you, one of his legs now was angled off the couch. As if you were made of glass, Seonghwa gently placed both his hands on your jawline. His thumbs softly petted the skin of your cheeks while his eyes roamed over your face. Your hands found their spot on his waist and you smile.

He gave you a look, asking for permission again. And when you slowly nodded once his soft lips were pressed against yours. You smiled against him, your heart raced and beat rapidly against your ribcage. You could feel the corner of his lips curl up words. The kiss was almost fleeting, a quick moment between you two.

Seonghwa pulled away, only to rest his forehead against yours. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes were still closed.

"I've wanted to do that for a while now." He let out an airy laugh.

"Me too, Hwa." You chuckle, your voice trembling ever-so-slightly.

"Can I...?"

"You don't have to ask, you know." You repeated that phrase he told you your first night there.

Seonghwa kissed you again. This time it wasn't short. It didn't have a tentative feel to it. He kissed you passionately and you returned the feeling. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, making your lips part slightly. His tongue slowly slipped inside your mouth. You both move to be closer to one another.

You could feel him press himself more against you. Hwa briefly broke the kiss to place softer kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jawline. He pulled his face away from you, his warm smile still on his lips. You expected him to make out with you more, but you notice him glance back at the front door.

"I want to continue..." He started to speak.

"But the risk of a drunk San or Mingi coming in tonight is the issue?" You finish.

"Exactly." He laughed. He hugged draping himself over you with his face nuzzling into your neck. "I'm sorry. The risk of nosy roommates."

"Don't be." You hum, moving your hands. You rested one on his back and the other at the back of his head.

"How are you feeling?"

"Honestly? Tipsy and over the moon." You felt his chest rumble with his laugh. Seonghwa pulled his face from your neck and his hands were back to cupping your jaw. He stared at you for a few moments. He took in a deep breath, building up his confidence for what he was about to say.

"I figure the kiss would show you but let me tell you." He smiles. "I have feelings for you, (Y/N). I care immensely for you. I find you charming and so, so beautiful. I enjoy talking to you and being in your presence. I am glad to have taken that chance when we first met. You've become such an important person to me."

"Oh, Seonghwa." You felt stinging in your eyes and tears quickly filled then.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?"

You lean in and place a soft kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him.

"I am just happy you feel the same as me. You know, I always pushed away my feelings for you. I was worried you only saw me as a friend. Which would have been fine by the way." You add with a slight nervous inflection. "I feel like an idiot though. When I look back at it now, everything seemed so obvious we both felt the same."

"I had the same revelation today when I saw how you were looking at me today at the shoot."

"Ugh, don't remind me of that." You groan and lean forward, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck.

"Don't be embarrassed." You felt him laugh and rest his hands on your back, one rubbing small circles. "You should of heard all the teasing the others did towards me.".

"Yeah, they teased the hell out of me too." You couldn't help but chuckle, now knowing the rest of Ateez knew about both yours and Seonghwa's feelings. "No wonder Wooyoung was so adamant you liked me back."

"It all makes too much sense now." Hwa almost scoffs, his shoulders shaking in a silent chuckle. There is a pause in the conversation. The silence didn't cause any discomfort between you two. Though, Seonghwa had a question he needs your answer to. "It may seem like a dumb question but..."

"But?" You prompt him to ask.

"Would... Does this mean you'd like to be in a relationship with me?"

You pull away from him, just enough to look at his face. You initially wanted to tease him, ask him sarcastically if it wasn't obvious you were head over heels for him... But you saw the vulnerable look in his expression. You knew he needs reassurance right now.

"Park Seonghwa." You gently take his face with both of your hands. You inhale and shakily exhale, a tender smile on your lips. "I love you, okay? I would absolutely love to be in a relationship with you."

"I love you too." He smiles brightly, almost making you melt on the spot. He wraps his arms around you, one snaking up so his hand could cradle the back of your head, before kissing you again. You slid your arms around his neck in the moment.

"How can you be so perfect?" He murmurs against your lips.

"I should be asking you that, Hwa." He chuckles softly in response to your words.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks again. "You did take that extra shot."

"I still feel a little on the tipsy side, but I am doing good, Hwa... And everything I said and every kiss I gave was of clear conscious too. I would do those things again, just less confidently."

He chuckles, "Well, we should probably get you some water and start getting you to wind down."

"Hwa, I don't think I can wind down after finding out my crush loves me back and now we are dating."

He tilted his head back and laughed in response, making your chest feel warm at the sound.

"Come on." He stands up from the couch and helps you to your feet. He hands you the bottle of makeup remover while he holds onto the dirty towels. "Get some comfier clothes on, do what you need to before bed, and I'll meet you in my room."

You gave him a curious looks but did so. You popped back into his room for some nighttime clothes and went into the bathroom to take a very quick shower. You didn't know you could get as clean you did that fast but you did. When you entered back into his room, you saw Hwa sitting in his desk chair scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled seeing you enter. He gestures to his bed, which already has the covers pulled back.

"I figure we could watch something before bed. If you would like to."

"I would love to, Hwa." You smiled and laid down on the side closest to the wall. Seonghwa followed suit in the spot next to you and pulled the covers over both of you.

He grabbed his tv remote and turned on the screen, putting on something you've both seen at a low volume. He kept his back propped up by the headboard while you had an arm wrapped around his midsection, curled up next to him with your head on his chest. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulders while his hand softly traced patterns into the skin of your arm.

It was quiet except for the tv playing, but two questions lingered in Seonghwa's mind.

"(Y/N?)" You glance up when you hear him softly call your name. "When did you realize you started having feelings for me?"

"When I had that shitty week at the end of last semester and your voice helped calm me down enough to sleep... why do you ask?" You felt a tinge of anxiety peaking through. "Is it because I was a fan-?"

"No, don't worry about that." He placed a soft, short peck to your hairline. "I could tell from the start you didn't have any negative intentions and I always appreciated you letting me initiate things."

"Oh, I didn't realize you picked up in that. I just never wanted you to be uncomfortable."

"I pick up a lot, as untrue as that seems." He jokes, making you snort. "No. I was just curious. That night was when I realized I liked you more than a friend as well." There was a shared silence between you two for a moment, though it felt like minutes, until he spoke again. "If you liked me then, why did you agree to go on that date with that guyfrom your class?"

You blink and shift to sit up so you could look at his face. You scan over his features but didn't catch any sign of anger or any negative emotion. He was genuinely curious.

"Insecurity mostly." Your voice was quiet. Hwa nodded his head for you to continue and gently took hold of your hand. "It seems silly now, but I was just insecure about a lot of things, which made me so sure you never liked me more than as a friend. I saw it as a way to hopefully get over my crush."

"Oh, jagiya." He hums softly. "I got too wrapped up in my mind to think you'd want to pursue a relationship with me as well." He leans in and gently kisses you. "Looks like we really were fools... and Wooyoung is going to remind us whenever he gets the chance."

"Why don't we hold off on telling the rest of them as-"

"What?" He furrowed his brows, a look of confusion and a flash of hurt was on his face.

"Don't over think and let me finish" You gently 'tut' and move to hold his hands. He gave you a sheepish smile. "Since they knew about both our feelings, have gotten super invested in getting us together, Woo's going to gloat, and I know if we ever attempt to go on dates one of the others will try and tag along... let's just have a short time period of just us. Would that be fine?"

"Having one over the others? Not letting Wooyoung say he was right? A pinch of privacy?" He raised his brows, a smile growing on your face. "More than fine."

That made you laugh.

---

Yuhno sighed as he took Mingi's dorm keys from his drunk friends grasp. He would have just let him crash in his room since Jongho had his hands full with Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and San, but Mingi was insisting on sleeping in his own bed. Plus, you had left your cellphone behind. He just hopes neither of them will wake Seonghwa or you.

He got the door open and with Mingi's arm around his shoulder he walked through the dark apartment.

"YuYuuuu." Mingi mumbled.

"Shh..." Yuhno whispered, helping him to his room.

"I'm not drinking again after this."

"I'll help keep you to that, let's just get you to bed for now." Yuhno got the younger male to his room, turned around as he changed into his pajamas, and tucked him in.

"Thank you."

"Uh huh, go to sleep, princess." Yuhno snickered and patted his friend, leaving his room with a yawn. He fished your phone from his pocket and approached Seonghwa's room. When he saw the light was still on and heard the tv faintly playing, he figured you were still awake. He glanced back to Sannies door and saw it was dark there.

"That last shot must of done him in." He mused to himself with a small smile.

Yuhno did a quick knock and opened the door.

"(Y/N), you left your- Oh." Yuhno's eyes widened, not expecting to see you and Seonghwa mid kiss. You both were sitting up against the headboard, your hand on his neck while his hand was on your side. You and Seonghwa were frozen and heads slowly turned to the taller male. There was a big grin on Yuhno's face. "I was just, uh, dropping Mingi off and your phone."

"Yuhno sit down, please." Seonghwa sighed pulling away from you. His ears were bright red.

"No, no. Don't let me interrupt you both." He waved his hand, gently tossing your phone onto the foot of the bed, and went to leave.

"Yuhno." The eldest uses a serious tone, making the younger male sit.

"What is it?" He looked between you two, his voice soft.

"We wanted to keep this secret, just for a bit. You know how the others get, we just wanted to have this to ourselves for the rest of the trip."

"Plus," You add. "Wooyoung can't gloat and you get bragging rights of knowing first." You offer to him, making Yuhno laugh and Seonghwa roll his eyes with a chuckle.

"Your temporary secret is safe with me. The thought of telling everyone didn't even cross my mind. You guys decide when you want to tell everyone." Yuhno states sincerely. "But I am curious when this happened."

"Tonight, like 20 minutes ago."

"Ah, I'm happy for you both." Yuhno grins and gets up. "I'll leave you both alone now, I need to check on Jongho before going to bed. Goodnight and make sure to sleep."

"Goodnight, Yuhno. Thank you." Seonghwa smiled at the younger male, who simply smiled and shook his head before leaving the room. You both looked at each other and sighed.

"That went well. At least he knocked..."

"No privacy." Seonghwa rolled his eyes and moved enough to flop on his back.

"Hey, he is keeping it to himself. He was sweet about it."

"I don't care." Seonghwa turned on his side with a slight pout, wrapping his arms around you to pull you down to lay partially on top of him.

"Hwa!" You quietly yelp.

"I'm getting all the intimate affection I can in our alone time." He chuckled, and holds you tightly. "And we are locking my door every night until you leave."

---

Wooyoung and San practically cornered you the next day during a break in practice, asking if you two confessed. You were getting a drink from a nearby vending machine when you felt Wooyoung's arm wrap around your waist while San's was around your shoulders.

"So, (Y/N)... Did you two do anything last night?" Woo asked in a hush tone in your ear.

"No, Wooyoung. He practically passed out when we got to the dorm and I didn't have the confidence to talk to him about my feelings." You sigh, finally deciding on what drink you wanted. "I don't think I can confess at all this trip."

"Let me help you." Woo whined.

"No, it's fine. Maybe one day it'll happen... but not now." You shrug off their arms and squat down to get your drink.

"Don't worry about it. Just don't neglect your feelings." San patted your back as you stood back up. "We are going to get drinks for the others, would you mind helping us?"

"Sure!" You were grateful San took the attention off you. The older of the two tapped his card to the machine and the three of you started picking out drinks for the Ateez members and the BBTrippin crew. Once there were five drinks, San delegated Wooyoung to get them to the studio, which left you two alone.

"So how did you confess to him last night?" He asked while picking up a drink.

"I told you, nothing happened." You try and give him your best confused look. He kept a knowing smile on his face as you both stared each other. It felt like a minute and it was clear he wasn't relenting. You groaned, making him laugh. "How do you know?"

"You both just seem very happy today and I can tell there is something different. You both don't look at each other with hesitation. It's sweet to see." He pats your back again. "You didn't tell me how it happened... though you don't have to. I'm just curious."

"It was the right moment, like you said would happen."

"I'm glad it worked out. Like we all told you it should."

"Ugh this is why we are waiting to say anything." You whine, playfully smacking his arm which made him laugh. "Do you think anyone else knows?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I haven't heard anything from the others."

"Good." You huff with a laugh. You and San gather up the rest of the drinks and head back to the dance studio. "You're not allowed to say anything."

"Cross my heart."

---

Later in the day it was just Seonghwa and Hongjoong in his studio. The captain wanted his older friends inputs, both because he valued Hwa's opinion and because Mingi wanted to take some time freestyle dancing with Yuhno and Yeosang, on some of the final minor edits he made to the tracks. The others were still in the dance studio while you joined Jongho for one of his vocal lessons.

"I like the addition to the dance break for this one, though I think the end should be tighter." Seonghwa gestured to the screen.

"I was thinking the same." Hongjoong hums and focuses his attention on the small changes. Seonghwa felt his phone buzz on the table and he quickly unlocked it. A smile grew on his face at the cute selfie of you and Jongho sent to the group chat. He quickly saved the picture and couldn't help but stare at your face.

The call of his name had him looking back up.

"Yes, Joong? Is there something else you need help with?"

"You confessed to (Y/N), didn't you?" The younger male smiled.

"What? No. She passed right out once she got her makeup off." Seonghwa furrowed his brows and hoped he was convincing enough.

"Hwa, you are terrible at hiding your emotions and secrets. Your eyes always give it away." The captain laugh and playfully flicked the older males arm. "I can see it in the way you look at her and how you 'try' to act shy. Your eyes don't hold the same longing. They say something different now."

"Please don't tell the others." Hwa sighed and looked to his friend, silently pleading to him.

"I won't... but why keep it a secret?"

"We just want some privacy about it. Everyone is so integrated with one another. We do plan on telling everyone soon."

"I see." Hongjoong nods and then smiles, a hint of smugness there. "So we were right? You both overthought everything between you two and now everything fell perfectly into place."

"And that's also why we don't want to tell everyone yet."

"Ha! You're just prolonging the inevitable teasing." Hongjoong grinned. A curious glint was in his eyes now. "So how did it go?"

"The moment is ours alone so I won't share any details, but..." A fond smile grew on the eldest's face. "It was sweet... really, really sweet."

"I'm happy for you, truly, Seonghwa, even if I plan to tease you about it. You deserve this, especially with (Y/N)." Hongjoong reached over and gently grabbed Hwa's hand, giving it a firm, quick squeeze before slowly dropping it. Seonghwa couldn't help the bashful smile on his face. The two scooted close to each other, nudging each other as they got back to working on the finishing touches of the song.

---

It was late at night. You were laying in bed, watching Youtube on Seonghwa's tv before you fell asleep. You heard soft knocks on the door. Pausing the video, you get up and open the door, revealing Seonghwa. You let him in and make sure to lock the door. You felt him wrap his arms around your waist, his chest flush against your back.

"Mingi went to bed." He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to your temple. He removed himself from you and flopped onto his bed. "What were you up to?" 

You laughed and joined him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. "Just catching up on some Youtube. I can put something else on-"

"No, this is fine." You nodded and started the video over for him to watch. It was nice, curled up under the covers with him, feeling warm and comforted in his arms; and you were sure he felt the same when you rested your arm over his stomach. You didn't want to break the peacefulness but you knew he should know that another members knows.

"Hwa? Can I tell you something?" You pause the video again.

"Go ahead, you can tell me anything."

"Sannie knows about us." 

There was a brief pause before he chuckles.

"Hongjoong knows too. How did San figure it out?"

"He said he could see us acting different around each other. How did Hongjoong?"

"He told me my eyes gave it away." He then rolled his eyes for dramatic effect. "At least he said he won't tell the others."

"Sannie promised too. So that's a relief."

Another moment of silence.

"You're leaving soon." There was a sadness to his tone. Seonghwa briefly tightened his arms around you. 

"I know." You sigh, snuggling into his hold more. "But, there will be more visits again."

"But now that we are together... now that you're in my arms..." He shifts away from you. You felt his hands on your shoulders as he gently maneuvers you down the bed so he could guide you onto your back. Hwa then moves himself to hover over you. "I don't want to let you go."

"Hwa." You smile, placing a hand on his cheek. "No matter the distance, you have me, okay?"

Seonghwa smiled sweetly though you could see a hint of something else in his eyes, something lustful. 

Honjoong was right. His eyes do give away a lot.

 He lowered himself down, pressing himself against you and you could feel he wasn't putting his full weight on you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and trailed his lips along your jaw and down you neck with opened mouth kisses. You hummed pleasantly, giggling softly at how he focused on kissing your neck, his teeth grazing your flesh.

"Seonghwa, weren't you concerned about nosy members?"

"Front door and bedroom door are locked." His breath felt hot against your neck, making you pleasantly shiver. "Mingi sleeps like a log." You felt his teeth gently nip your skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, and then his tongue swiping over the area. You couldn't deny that there wasn't arousal slowly building inside you. He pulled his face away from your neck and stared down you. "I can stop if you want me to."

You stare into his eyes. You can see the love and adoration he holds for you. Your heart flutters in your chest.

"Keep going." You murmur, placing your hand on the back of his neck and pull him back down. His lips met yours in a feverish kiss. His tongue explores your mouth and brushes against yours, all while you feel him press himself against you. Your hand stayed on the back of his neck while the other was on his side, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Seonghwa lifted himself from you again now straddling your hips. His fingertips grazed your stomach, barely moving underneath the hem of your shirt. He gave you a look as if he was asking for permission, in which you nodded slowly. You take in a sharp breath of air feeling his hands glide against your skin under your shirt.

His soft hands slowly cupped both your breasts and he starts to gently knead them. You take in a deep breath and smile up at him, enjoying the feeling. You see he was biting his bottom lip and suddenly you felt a small shiver run up your spine when his thumbs brushed over your nipples. You can see he was getting lost in moment. Slowly he removed his hands from your chest and you missed feeling his warm hands fondling your breasts.

Seonghwa helps sit you up and them assists pulling your shirt off your body. He stared at your bare torso with wide eyes, a blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears. 

"I'm feeling a bit under dressed here." You laugh, making him blink out of his dazed state. He chuckled, and took off his shirt as well. 

"You are gorgeous, jagiya." He speaks softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. He placed more wet kisses in the crook of your neck. He shifted himself so he could go lower, until he guided you on your back again. He trailed his kisses from your neck to your collar bones. His mouth moved lower and when he got to your breasts he started biting and sucking on your skin.

"Seonghwa, love..." You murmured, worried about the others seeing the hickeys.

"Don't worry. I won't leave any in visible places." He kissed where he bit. He left scattered little marks of your breasts and along your stomach, kissing each one when he was done while his hands caressing your body. When he was finished he took a moment admire all the little marks he left in his wake and you knew they would show up more prominently tomorrow. He smirked as he stared at your body.

You let out a soft gasp when you feel his mouth latch onto your left nipple. His hand went to your other breast and squeezed your flesh, his fingers played with your other nipple. His eyes looked to your face as he gently sucked and you feel his tongue swirl around the harden bud. He kept his mouth latched to you as if his life depended on it. You comb your fingers through his dark hair which caused him to make a noise similar to a hum. You made a soft moan at the sensation.

He released his mouth with a slight 'pop' noise, a string of saliva still attached to the pebbled skin and his lips. He moved over and repeated the process to your right tit. You let out a soft whine when you felt him gently bite around your nipple, making him chuckle and remove his mouth. He looked down at you with pride on his face, seeing how worked up by his actions you were.

"Too bad we have to be quiet, I would love to hear what noises you make." Seonghwa trailed his fingers down your stomach and shifted so they rested at the hem of your sleep shorts. 

He craved to taste you and further use his tongue on you.

You glance down to where he now sat on your thighs and saw a clear bulge in his pajama bottoms. You bit your bottom lip knowing you weren't fairing any better, you could feel how wet your panties were already. His other hand rested on your hip and he gave you another look. You nodded and appreciated his subtle way of asking for permission. He smiled and started pulling down your shorts and underwear. You raise your hips to help him and soon enough, you were completely bare.

A sense of heat flushed your face at the realization, shivering at the lack of covering over your core. You move to close your legs but Seonghwa's hands gripped your thighs and gently keeps them parted. You saw the tip of his tongue peak out of his mouth. 

"Don't be shy." He breathed, taking in everything. "I'll get fully undressed in a moment... Let me admire you first."

"Seonghwa!" You huffed. The embarrassment you felt was clear as day on your face, which made him smile more. His hands gently squeezed your thighs as he took in how wet you were. He never felt this turned on before, he could feel his cock throbbing against his underwear.

"Let me have a taste first." He murmurs, almost too quietly. He maneuvers himself to lay on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your thighs. His face was mere inches from your soaking cunt and you swear you could feel his breath against you. "May I, my love?"

Your face felt on fire at how seductive he looks right now with his head between your thighs. It was such a turn on to see how eager he was to eat you out and please you. You could feel a sensual heat pooling in your lower belly.

"Hwa, please touch-" You couldn't finish your sentence as you let out a low whimper; Seonghwa licked up your slit with his tongue. He delved in and his tongue flicked over your clit. He practically buried his face in your pussy as he worked your sensitive nub just right. You cover your mouth with your hand as you tried to suppress the noises threatening to escape from your lips.

Seonghwa groaned as he lapped your cunt and messed with your clit. His eyes stayed watching your face and he nearly smirked seeing you cover your mouth. Never had he tasted something sweeter. His arms around your thighs tightened, though he was so tempted to start using his fingers soon. He moved his mouth from your clit, nuzzling his nose against it, before he plunged his tongue into your wet hole. 

"Oh God, Hwa..." You moaned quietly, muffled by your hand. You glance down and see he was still staring at you with his face buried into your cunt. He was devouring you as if you were his last meal. The sounds coming from his mouth on your soaked pussy were downright sinful. The feeling of his warm tongue thrusting inside you with the tip of his nose brushing against your clit felt almost too good. Your other hand found purchase in his dark hair, gently gripping it with your fingers as you start to roll your hips against his face, making him hum. You could feel an orgasm inching closer and closer.

Seonghwa felt euphoric as your started losing yourself to the pleasures he was providing you. He loved the feeling of your hand in his hair and they way your hips moved. He let out a moan of his own as he kept going, paying no mind to the tiredness he felt in his tongue. His mind was only focused on getting you to come. 

Hwa moved one of his arms from holding your thigh, barely moving his mouth off your slit for just a moment, before he went back in with his tongue playing with your clit. You felt him slowly enter one finger, feeling around, before entering a second one given how he further turned you on from his ministrations. He curled his fingers just right inside you as he started thrusting them at steady, quick pace, causing you to nearly cry out. Your voice was strained to stay quiet whilst your hand over your mouth kept it even quieter.

He pulled his mouth away again. 

"That's it, jagiya..." His voice was low and smooth. He resumed his tongues motions on your clit, and the spring that was coiling tightly in your lower stomach finally came undone. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, tossing your head to the side as you whimpered as quietly as you could; you came hard. Seonghwa could feel you clenching around his fingers and he could hardly contain the moan of satisfaction. He slowed his fingers down, prolonging your orgasm, before slowly removing them and his mouth from you. He sat back up on his calves, your juices and his saliva coating his chin.

He slowly inserted the two fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. Hwa's dark eyes never left your face as he slowly crawled over you. His mouth met yours in a sloppy kiss and you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You whimpered softly into the kiss. Your shaking hands gripped his shoulders and you pulled away to take in more air, recovering from your climax.

"How the fuck are you so good at that?" Your frazzled brain had you slip back into English for a moment. Seonghwa laughed and admired your face for a moment. You stared back, your breathing soon falling back into a stable rhythm. 

A thought popped into mind when you glanced down.

You shifted yourself downward ever-so-slightly and placed your hand at the hem of his sweatpants.

"Can I return the favor?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to." He smiled softly as he felt a pleasant shiver up his spine.

"I want to, Hwa." You smile when he then answered a soft 'yes.' You gradually dipped your hand into his sweatpants, your hand going over his underwear. You cup his hard cock, feeling a patch of wetness from precum, and give him a very gentle squeeze. You heard him take in a sharp breath which made you smile and bite your lips. You palm him for a few moments and capture his lips in a heated kiss. His hips rocked, rutting himself against your hand.

You remove your hand from him, leaving him softly whining for your touch again. You guide him to sit up and take your spot against the headboard, not before his sweats underwear joined your discarded clothes on the floor. You smile at his blushed cheeks and ears. You straddle his lap and press yourself against him.

Your hands gently cup his jaw and you lean into a passionate kiss. You could feel his hard erection brush against your pubic mound and lower belly, making him softly moan into your mouth. You repeated what he did to you earlier and started trailing kisses from his lips, all the way down to his collarbones. You had to move yourself continuously to go lower. You didn't dare leave any marks that would be visible, much to your disappointment.

Soon enough you found yourself on your stomach, face dangerously close to his dick. You kept your eyes on his length while you could feel his eyes watching you. In a teasing manner, your fingers gently messed with his velvet-y soft tip. Seonghwa moaned softly and he caressed the side of your head. You collected his precum onto your fingers, letting it coat your your hand, before wrapping your fingers around his shaft. You stroke him at a languid pace and you could feel his member twitch in your hand.

You lean in and place a tentative kiss to the crown of his cock. You glance up and see him watching you intensely while biting his bottom lip. You give him a few teasing licks before slowly engulfing him into your mouth. What you couldn't fit comfortably in your mouth you used your hand on as your slowly bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks in the process.

Seonghwa let out a low moan and swallowed hard at the sensation around his cock. His hands could hardly stay still. He managed to keep one against the side of your head but his other hand caressed and gently squeezed your shoulder, his fingers brushing against your neck. Your tongue would swirl around the tip as you continued to move your head. You couldn't exactly look up at him from where you were but you could tell by just how hard he was breathing he was feeling good.

"You're so beautiful..." Hwa tilted his head back against his headboard and quietly moaned. His eyes peered down at the sight of you with your now swollen lips around his cock. He admired how your nude body looked right now and he wanted to reach down and give your ass a firm squeeze. You bobbed faster, taking him in a little deeper, and it nearly drove him crazy. Seonghwa's hand found itself on the back of your head. He gently guided your head but didn't push down harshly.

He carefully took hold of your head in both hands and lifted your head, stopping you from sucking him off.

"Something wrong?" You swallow and sit up.

"If you kept going I wouldn't have lasted." Hwa helped you sit up on your knees and pulled you into a tender kiss. "I wanted to go further, if you want to."

"I want to but," You murmur against his lips. "Well, this may be a bad time to ask but do you have condoms?" He chuckles and rests his head against your collarbones. He placed a soft kiss to your neck, moving away from you and getting off the bed. You watched him walk to his closet and reach inside on the upper shelf. He grabbed a box near the back and came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. In his hands was an unopen box of condoms.

"Before you think I was presumptuous with these, Mingi and Woo bought them for me before your visit." He snorts. "I think they are the right size... I'll be slightly concerned if they are."

"I'm on birth control if we just want to forget the condoms-"

"If they make you more comfortable, I will wear one for you." He gave you a reassuring smile and looked over the box. Hwa hummed softly as he opened the box, taking out a wrapped condom. He tore open the rapper and slid on the condom with ease. He then kissed you deeply, moving you back on your back. You didn't need words to know where things were going now.

Seonghwa placed one of his pillows under your lower back and helped maneuver you into position, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs. He teased you by dragging his tip up and down your slit. You whine softly and playfully tapped him with your foot, making him laugh.

"Alright, jagiya." He smirked and lined himself up at your entrance. Slowly he pushed himself inside, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside. You moaned quietly as he deliciously filled you up while he groaned, feeling pleasant tightness and heat around his length. Your hands squeezed his shoulders briefly as you took a moment to adjust. He stayed motionless for a few moments and you both were enjoying the moment. "Feels good."

"Move, Hwa." You pleaded, desperate to chase a second orgasm. His hands found themselves holding your hips as he pulled almost all the way out and, languidly, he rolled his hips forward.

His thrusts were slow and sensual to start, slowly building up that arousal between you both again. His cock gently massaged your walls and it felt so good. You were having a hard time already keeping your noises at bay... you were worried you wouldn't be able to stay quiet if he went faster. Still, you crave more.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse and strained.

"Feeling good... Feeling really good." You moaned. You wanted to feel more. You threw out those previous concerns. Your voice was a hushed whisper, but the needy tone was clear. "Faster, love."

"Of course." Hwa rasped. You feel him pull out, making you whine. He softly cooed and re-adjusted himself and yourself so his face was barely above yours. Your hips were at more of an angle now with your legs folded into your chest and your calves on his lower back. Your arms were loosely around his neck.

Seonghwa captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue rolling against yours, as he entered you with one quick thrust. Your moan was muffled by his mouth or else it would have been loudered than you meant.  His set a quick rhythm as his hips snapped against you, the not-so-subtle sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small room. His cock was hitting a new, deeper angle and it felt amazing.

You both broke from the kiss to breath. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to control your whimpers and moans.

"Shh... you're doing so well." Hwa praised, his voice a hushed whisper by your ear. Though his own moans and groans indicated to you he was also struggling to stay quiet.

"Hwa-!" You cried softly. You feel his arm move and next thing you knew his hand was cradling the back of your head, pushing your face into the crook of his neck. He pressed his upper half against yours, further folding your body together, as he fucked you at a fast tempo. Your noises were muffled by his flesh and you could feel the vibrations of his strained moans against your face. You could feel heat slowly crawling up your legs and you knew a second orgasm was close.

"God, I'm close, love." You murmur, your lips brushing against his hot skin.

"Me too, jagiya... Me too." Seonghwa whispered. "Can... Can I come on you?"

As you were about to speak Hwa just barely shifted his hips, his cock hitting your g-spot just right.

"Y-yes!" Your moan was low. The build up had you feeling like your nerves were on fire. You felt your breathing quicken a numbness-like feeling crawl up your legs

You pushed your face further into Seonghwa as waves of pleasure washed over you. You choked out moans against him and without realizing, you bit on his flesh. Your body trembled and your walls clenched around his length as you came hard.

Seonghwa continued his thrusts, though you can tell he was just about to lose it too. You felt your muscles twitch and tremble with every stroke of his hips as he prolonged your orgasm. Hwa is chasing his own release and you could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans were getting huskier.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, your walls fluttering around nothing. He got the wet condom off of his length and he moved his upper half to hover over you. You watch, nearly breathless, as he strokes his cock at a fast pace. He lets your lower half drop against his thighs. His eyes stayed trained on your dazed face, biting his bottom lip.

Seonghwa's body went rigid and soft, whiney moans escaped his lips. You can see eyes roll slightly back as he came. Pearly white ropes of his cum lands on your stomach and chest, a little even lands on your neck. He slowed his hand down as he came, stopping once all of his seed was out.

You both were breathless, feeling hot and tired. Seonghwa moved and let your body lay straight down before he hovered over you again. His lips met yours in another kiss. It was soft and tender, full of love and adoration.

"How are you feeling, jagiya?" He asks softly, kissing your cheek and forehead. "Do you need something? A warm towel? Some water?"

"All of the above, love." You lazily smile, making him laugh.

"I like you using that English pet name for me."

"I thought was fitting with you using a Korean pet name." There was a pause in the conversation. "I think we need a shower actually."

"Agreed, I made a mess." He gave you a cheeky look, as if he was proud of himself, lifting himself up to sit on his calves. His eyes roamed your body with a small smirk tugging on his lips. "You look beautiful."

"I'm covered in sweat, cum, and probably look like a mess." You deadpanned.

"And you still look beautiful." He smiled and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. He got up off the bed and slowly helped you to your feet. He grabbed you some new clothes from your suitcase before grabbing clothes for himself. "Mingi should still be asleep, so we need to be quick."

"You... You want us to go out in the rest of the dorm and to the bathroom without any clothes on?" He simply nodded and you sighed but nodded. You didn't want clothes on right now until you were clean. 

Seonghwa peaked his head out of the room, noticing all the lights were still off. With haste, the two of you get to the bathroom with ease. Hwa started the shower and you both waited for it to warm up. Your fingers trace the small red mark you left right by his right collarbone.

"Hopefully that doesn't linger. I'm sorry, I tried not to leave any marks on you." You mused, not sounding all too apologetic.

"I don't care if it does linger. Idol image be damned." He joked. "Come, the water should be warm now."

The shower was quick but it was very much needed after an intense moment. Seonghwa took it upon himself to wash you off. His hands gently caressed your skin, his gaze on you was caring. You closed your eyes whilst savoring the moment. 

It was sweet and it made you two all the more closer. 

---

You groaned, covered in sweat, in the dance studio. Wooyoung insisted you join him, Yuhno, and Mingi for dance practice while the others were off doing lives or something else. You probably would be in better shape to dance if you weren't feeling the least bit sore from last nights activities with Seonghwa. They were teaching you the choreography to Wave in an easy manner, but the ache in your hips and legs made it difficult.

"What's the matter, (Y/N)?" Mingi chuckled, handing you a water bottle. He and the others were sweating, but they weren't

"I don't know how you guys dance like this all the time." You pant and take a sip of water.

"We are teaching it to you slowly though, you seem more tired." Wooyoung remarked. He approached you and placed both hands on your cheeks, his eyes scanning over your face.

"I'm fine, just a little tired is all." You move out of his hold and gave his shoulder a gentle pat. He gave you  a inquisitive look but dropped it. 

After a small pause, the dancing resumed. Yuhno stood by you as he taught you the next steps. The move had you moving your arms up in the air and you followed almost perfectly. Though, when you repeated the motions your hand caught the hem of your loose shirt, exposing some of your midriff. You hoped that no one in the room saw your blemished skin from a particularly big hickey Hwa left on you. However, hoping got you nothing.

"(Y/N), what the hell happened?" Woo gasped. "Why do you have a bruise on your hip?"

Your face flushed with warmth and you saw Yuhno in the mirror press his lips together as he tried not to laugh. Clearly, he immediately figured out were the mark came from. Mingi also looked at you in concern. You wanted to send a glare to Yuhno but kept your cool. 

"I needed to use the bathroom last night and bumped into the handle in the dark is all." You replied smoothly.

"Dummy." Woo laughed and so did Mingi.

"I didn't realize you were so clumsy, (Y/N)." Yuhno teased. You rolled your eyes and insisted they keep teaching you the choreography before you die from embarrassment. 

---

Seonghwa and Hongjoong finished up their live together. Hwa had fun though he wanted to help teach you a dance to one of their songs. He and Joong got up from the table in the small room and left with the staff member who was behind the camera. The two went off on their own to Hongjoongs little studio room.

"Something happened between you and (Y/N) last night, huh?" The younger male asked with a teasing tone. 

"What? No." Hwa replied, almost too quickly, as he took a seat in one of the chairs.

"I can tell by your eyes-"

"What can you tell now?" The eldest quirked his brow and gave his friend a glare, his ears and neck started to blush.

"Oh... did you two..." There was a mischievous look in Joong's eyes.

"Kim Hongjoong, do not finish that sentence." Hwa leaned back in the chair, not realizing the motion pulled his shirt in a way where the collar of his shirt exposed more of his skin.

"Well if that little mark right there didn't confirm it for me, your reaction did. Congratulations." Hongjoong teased. Seonghwa looked down and quickly readjusted his shirt more. His face felt on fire as he looked to his friend with a flustered glare. "Sorry, my teasing may have went a little far there. I'll buy you some ice cream as an apology."

"Two ice creams."

"Fine."

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It was nearly time for you to head out to the airport. Ateez's manager texted everyone earlier he was on his way to the dorms to get you. Wooyoung practically clinged to you as you sat on the couch while Seonghwa's hand lingered on your knee. Everyone was already throwing out ideas and plans for when you could visit next. You felt sadness knowing you were going away after having an amazing week with them... you were going back to your job and your classes across the Pacific ocean. 

Another text came and their manager was outside the door. He told you in his message he will give you guys time to say goodbye. 

You stood up by the door and everyone practically lined up to see you off. First was Yuhno.

"It was fun having you here. We should do dance video calls, you were fun to teach and dance with." He smiles and pats your head before hugging you. 

"Yeah we definitely should." You reach up and ruffle his hair making him laugh. Next up was Sannie.

"I'm going to miss you. Please, visit as soon as you can." He had a large grin, eyes full of unshed tears, as he pulls you into a tight hug.

"I will definitely try." You say softly in his ear, returning the tightness of his hug. Mingi approached you next.

"I'll definitely miss your presence in the dorms." Minig hugged you, his hands patting your back.

You pulled away and smiled. "It's going to be hard not having one of my favorite giants around anymore." That made him and Yuhno laugh. Hongjoong was up next.

"If you ever need something, (Y/N), don't hesitate to call me." He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. He then gave you a quick hug as well.

"You too, Joong. I'm all ears if you need something." 

Next in line was Yeosang.

"I'm glad we got to spend more time together." He spoke softly with a kind smile, hugging you. "Please visit us again, I liked having you around over those two." He pointed to Wooyoung and San, teasing them both as they looked fake offended.

"Of course, Yeosang." You laughed as he joined the others.

"Ah, it was nice having you with us, (Y/N)." Jongho smiled. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. "Hopefully I can call you when I am doing my vocal practices?"

"Of course you can... Would you like a hug goodbye?" You asked him and he nodded. You two hugged and you took a mental note of how nice his hugs were. It was brief but he gave you another smile and stood off to the side.

You nearly lost your balance when Wooyoung hugged you tightly, his cheek pressed against yours. You chuckled and held him tightly, neither of you said anything. You could feel his shoulders shake ever-so-slightly.

"Aww, Woo, don't cry. You'll make me cry." You cooed softly.

"I'm not crying." He mumbled and pulled away. He had tears in his eyes as he smiled. "We'll text everyday, right? Even if it's just a random meme or a simple hello?"

"Of course." You rubbed his back as he hugged you again. He reluctantly moved away and stood with the others.

Now it was just Seonghwa left.

He slowly approached you and those who didn't figure out what happened between you two watched in bated breaths.

"This isn't goodbye, you know?" You ask softly as you noticed his eyes were also close to leaking tears. You could feel the stinging sensation in your own eyes as you stared at his face.

"I know." He replied with a smile. He took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Still, I will miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Hwa." You smiled and he stepped away. You glance over to the others and saw how disappointed Wooyoung, Mingi, Yeosang, and Jongho looked. You look back to Hwa with a slight smirk. "You want to tell them or show them?" You say quietly, making him laugh.

Seonghwa stepped forward again and immediately cupped your cheeks, brining you into a kiss. You heard Wooyoung and Mingi exclaim in surprise and you just knew Jongho and Yeosang looked shocked. The eldest pulled away and peppered light kisses to your face. 

"Alright, love. I think they get the idea." You giggle, your face feeling flush with warmth.

"What?" Wooyoung shouted. "How long- When did-." He was almost in shock. "And neither of you told me?!"

"I figured it out first." San said smuggled.

"No, I think I did." Hongjoong playfully crossed his arms. The two were about to start bickering but then a certain someone spoke up first.

"I actually did the night they got together finally." Yuhno said with a smug tone. "I walked in on them." That made even more chaos and loudness between everyone now.

"Yuhno!" You nearly shrieked from embarrassment, poor Seonghwa's face was pink. "You didn't need to word it like that."

"What? You said I had bragging rights for being the first to know." He teased. 

"He simply saw us kissing." Hwa tried to clear up.

Wooyoung started to scold you for keeping this from him but he expressed his happiness for the both of you. You felt bad for their manager, who was still outside the door and could probably hear all the commotion. 

"Can we say we told you both so, now?" Yeosang asked with a raised brow, making you and Seonghwa groan. Despite the teasing and the 'we told you so's' coming out, you and Hwa were happy. Hongjoong and San still argued between who out of the two of them figured it out first.

You held his hand and leaned against him as you both observed the rest of Ateez. Despite the embarrassment of their statements and jokes, you two felt satisfied at having one over on most of them. That lingering sadness was no more despite your soon departure. Never did you think you would have such a close knit friend group like this nor did you think you could find someone as lovely as Seonghwa to be your partner.

All thanks to some high turnip prices and a little squirrel in a video game.

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Taglist: @stopeatread @hee0soo @tridkeys @pocketjoong-reads @seonghwaddict @lelaleleb @acciocriativity @h-nji

[ao3feed-ateez]

Gods of Underworld

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CO3v2sW by xxxsugar123 One fateful day, amidst the desolation of his domain, Hongjoong finds himself inexplicably drawn to Persephone's garden—a sanctuary where life blooms amidst the eternal night. There, he encounters Chloris, the ethereal guardian of the garden, whose presence stirs a dormant longing within him. Through Chloris, Hongjoong learns of Persephone's touch upon the garden, a testament to the delicate balance between life and death. Words: 1056, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Original Female Character(s), Zeus, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Artemis, Dionysus, Apollo, Ares, original female characters as Persephone, honjoong as hades being misunderstood, choi san as zeus, yeosang as aphrodite cause he just is, seonghwa as artemis, mingi as dionysus, jongho as apollo, yunho as ares Relationships: ATEEZ Ensemble/Original Female Character(s), Honjoong/original female characters, Park Seonghwa/Reader, Kang Yeosang/Reader, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Reader, Song Mingi (ATEEZ)/Reader, Choi San (ATEEZ)/Reader, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ)/Reader, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)/Reader, Hades/Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hera/Zeus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Forbidden Love, Love interest - Freeform, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Zeus Being an Asshole (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Drama & Romance, Fluff and Angst, Depressing, Eventual Smut read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CO3v2sW

[muselin]

I have the urge to write a oneshot about Hongjoong (ateez) going down on Y/N while they are in a hot tub...its going to be so romantic and hot and self indulgent! Like the txt harem fanfic I have planned, this all stemmed from me seeing a cute swimsuit online lol

Omg yes.... Sorry I answered this so late, here's a present. I've only got it started.

What: 🔞⛔️smut

Who: Hongjoong x reader (reader has a vulva and breasts, no pronouns used)

Word count: ~500

Long awaited vacation with Hongjoong, check into a nice hotel, drop your stuff off in the room. Hongjoong sits on the bed, back still stick straight because he can't just relax after being on high alert for so long.

"Why don't we try out the hot tub first," you suggest, hoping that it will relax him a little.

"Tch, what do you even do in a hot tub? We just sit there?" Hongjoong is sceptical but he joins you in changing into swimwear anyway and follows you out of the room to the hotel spa.

Thank goodness it's so late because you score a hot tub just for the two of you. You eagerly sit down into the warm jets and motion for Hongjoong to get in with you. He rolls his eyes but in a second he's joined you anyway, arranging you to sit with your back against his chest.

"Isn't this relaxing," you crane your head to look at him and he just smiles wryly, arms wrapped around your waist and hands clasped over your hipbone. He dips down to meet your lips in a kiss. Easy at first, casual, but when you run your tongue over his bottom lip he gets the message that you're after something more.

He turns you around in his arms so you're now straddling his lap and he holds you flush to his body, lips hungrily latching onto yours as his tongue slips in to explore. His hands trail down your sides, fingers teasing under the side ties on your swimsuit and you gasp as you feel him undo the knot on one.

You lean down to trail kisses down his neck and you feel his fingers caress over the skin that was covered by your swimsuit, inching closer to your pussy. He cups you and you grind down on his palm, humming against his skin. His other hand slips under the cups of your top, exposing your nipple and he leans down, wrapping his lips around it and laving his tongue over it.

"I know how we can make this less boring," Hongjoong smirks against your chest. "Sit on the rim."

"But what if someone walks in," you hesitate.

"Then keep your top on and sit with your back towards the door," Hongjoong's voice is dark and impatient as he manoeuvres you up and off his lap so you can sit on the rim of the hot tub. You shiver slightly at the change in temperature, no longer submerged in the warm water.

Hongjoong parts your thighs and sits cross legged in between them, his body still submerged, and plants his hands just under the crease where your ass meets your thighs. He looks up at you and smirks in the way where you know he's got an agenda, and he leans closer to your folds. Darting out his tongue, he drags the tip between the lips slowly, tasting you and parting you open simultaneously.

You hum impatiently, trying not to get any louder but when Hongjoong moves back, tongue still out and a string of your wetness stretching from it, he's the one that groans.

[justforthefics]

O-oh?????

Mine : Seong-Joong x reader

⇢ Pairing: Fuck Buddy! Hongjoong x reader x Seonghwa  ⇢ Genre: smut, slight angst ⇢ Word count: 3.4k  ⇢ Warnings: jealousy, threesome, oral (m receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, spitting, slight impregnation kink (wrap it before you tap it), dom! Hongjoong, slight oppa kink, some spanking, use of the term ‘cock slut’ but not much degradation other than that, praise ‘princess’,   ⇢ Synopsis: When your fuck buddy Hongjoong gets jealous of who you’re talking to at an event, you prove to him that you’re not only single, but can fuck whoever you want… by dragging Seonghwa into the cross fire.  ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Fuck buddies to lovers, jealousy as realization, that moment when everyone else knows you’re in love but you don’t. 

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Seonghwa approaches Mingi at the bar. “should we go?” he asks, reminding the younger man that they don’t have to be at the event any longer.

Mingi doesn’t even look at Seonghwa, instead his eyes are fixed on a group of people standing a little ways away. “Do you think Taeyong Hyung is interested in Y/N?” Mingi asks. 

Seonghwa’s eyes go to you. You’re standing in the small group of Idols. Hongjoong is next to you, and Seonghwa immediately notices the tense set of his shoulders.

Taeyong is on the other side of you, and Seonghwa takes in the idol’s big doe eyes and the soft way he’s looking at you. Taeyong is hanging onto your every word, and Seonghwa is shocked by how similar the look is to the way Hongjoong stares at you.

Both idol leaders have a similar aura, and Seonghwa realizes why Hongjoong is standing in such a tense manner.

The only people who know of you and Hongjoong’s… arrangement, are your idol groups. And even then, all anyone knows is that the two of you enjoy hooking up every now and again.

Seonghwa isn’t sure even Hongjoong knows what to call his ‘relationship’ with you. 

But he is sure that whatever is happening between you and Taeyong, Hongjoong is not a fan.

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[solarswonderland]

Flight attendant: The flight is going to take of soon, please check if your small items are safe and secure.

Yeosang: *turns to hongjoong*

Hongjoong: don't.

Yeosang: Do u feel safe and secure?

[glilboy]

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

[ateezlips]

MINGI ?!!!!! ಠ_ಥ

[celestiababie]

Hongjoong NSFW Alphabet A-Z

A= Aftercare (What they do/act like after sex)

 Joong would be very thorough with his aftercare. Need a bath? He’s on it. Want some water? He’s already in the kitchen getting it for you. Need kisses and cuddles? Already smothering you. He’s really good at taking care of his members, so you wouldn’t be an exception.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 He would like his eyes the most, he loves how he can give you one look, and you’ll be blushing from the other side of the room. He has quite expressive eyes and would adore how you can tell how he’s feeling just by looking into his eyes. On your body, he would love your hair. He loves playing with it as he falls asleep or tugging on it when he’s being particularly rough with you, he just wants to twirl it around in his fingers~ 

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum… I’m a disgusting person)

 When Hongjoong cums...he cums a lot, and his favorite place to paint you in his cum would be your ass.  He just loves seeing it cover your pretty ass after sex, he finds something sexy about it. He’d make sure that he cleans you up nicely before doing anything else. 

D= Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He may or may not have stolen your underwear once or twice and acted confused when you were complaining about not being able to find a certain pair. It was an accident at first, he was packing his luggage, and you had left your underwear, and it got thrown into a pile with the rest of his clothes. He didn’t notice until he was looking for something... Long story short, he may have jerked off using your underwear and found a new fetish that day...

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

 He used to skip school to work, PASSIONATE BABYBOY RIGHT THERE, so I don’t think he had much interaction with many people to have tons and tons of experience. He knows where to put things, and he’s definitely not clueless, but the first few times you two tried to get intimate were kind of on the awkward side of things.

F= Favorite position (This goes without saying)

 Since he loves cumming on your ass, he loves doggy style. He’s able to spank you all he wants and tug on your hair and at the end of it, he gets to cum on your ass. So, all in all, he can’t go wrong with his position.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Or are they more humorous?)

 At first, he was goofier and laughed off the awkward moments with you, but as he got more experienced with you, he also got more serious and intimidating. There’s still a playful tone to the sex, but he’s just more mature about that type of thing. 

H= Hair (How well-groomed are they?)

He does some pretty decent man-scaping. He’s not completely clean, but it’s not a complete mess down there, and he’d try to keep up with it as much as possible.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

 He’s fairly intimate during sex, but his intimacy shines during aftercare. During sex, he can be a little on the rougher side, but he’d still whisper in your ear about how amazing you felt, and he’d still kiss your body up and down.

J= Jack off (Masturbation)

 Because of the whole underwear situation, he jerks off quite a bit. He doesn’t find it better than you, but sometimes if he’s feeling stressed suddenly, and just needs to release some tension, he’ll please himself.

K= Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

 He has a Sir kink, it came out when you had playfully called him sir, after he had told you something. There’s something about you saying it that makes him feel powerful. Hongjoong also has a slight thing for tying you up or handcuffing you. He had randomly asked you one day how you felt about bondage, and after giving it a try, he definitely liked it.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do)

 Does he enjoy fucking you in his studio? You bet he does. His eyes always light up when you come and visit him...those visits usually get pretty intimate, pretty quick. He always jokes how it gives him the energy he needs to make a good song, maybe that’s why ateez doesn’t have a single bad song cough cough.

M= Motivation (What turns them on?)

 You playing with his hair while he’s working could start to make him needy for you, he doesn’t know why. When you sit in his lap and play with his hair or him sitting in your lap, he can’t help it when he lets out a few soft moans.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

 Anything that will end up with you bleeding a lot. Sure, he doesn’t mind giving you pain for pleasure, but he’s against having you bleed.

O= Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He loves giving and receiving equally, receiving might have a slight edge since he loves seeing you on your knees for him. He would especially love when you’re needy while he’s busy, and to distract him...you’d get on your knees and start kissing over his crotch. When it comes to him giving you head, he loves hearing you beg him for me, and the lewd sounds you make. He’s a rapper so, he’s really good with his tongue.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

 Both, but he tends to lean more on the fast and rough side. He enjoys seeing the aftermath of him fucking you hard and will often tease you the next day if he sees you struggling to sit down or walk properly. Every once in a while, he’ll go slow, giving you deep thrusts to make you feel every inch of him as he kisses your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often?)

 He’s neutral about them, he’s not in love with them, but he won’t pass them down if you offered or if the both of you were needy and busy.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

 Hongjoong is very experimental, he wants to find new things that you like, and that he likes. He’s willing to experience a few mess-ups if it means that both of you can try new things. 

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

 He can go for a few rounds but prefers to keep it down to around 2. He makes sure to draw out your time together as much as he possibly can. He’ll use his fingers and his mouth, working you up before he gets to the main event.

T= Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

 He thinks toys can be fun every now and then. Hongjoong loves pressing a vibrator against you when you’re tied up and can’t do anything except moan and thrash against the sheets. He’s not opposed to using toys on himself and is even considering asking you to peg him...one day.

U= Unfair  (How much do they like to tease?)

 This boy loves to tease you whenever he gets the chance. He likes making you beg him for what you want him to do to you. Joong actually likes it when you tease him back, subby Joong is hot. 

V= Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

 It depends on what headspace he’s in. If he’s in a more dominant headspace, he’d let out groans and growls, but if he was in a more submissive headspace, he’s let out higher-pitched moans and groans.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

 “Are you sure this is a good idea?” You said while biting your lip.

 Hongjoong had invited you over to his studio stating that he needed help with something. You had assumed that he was just needy and wanted to fuck you...but he had a much different idea. 

“Please, babe? No one will even know it’s you and I just really think it would help with the song.” 

  Hongjoong wanted your moans...on one of his tracks. He gave you a smirk and leaned over to whisper in your ear, softly kissing it as he spoke, “I promise I’ll make it worth your time.”

X= X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

 He’s a smol boy and he has tiny hands but has big dick energy, so I’m in a dilemma. He’s probably average but knows how to work with what he’s got.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

 He has a high sex drive, he constantly craves your touch. He’d probably be overdramatic and say that he’s dying if you two go without something sexual for more than two days.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

He doesn’t fall asleep that quickly, he makes sure that you’re okay and would much prefer watching a movie with you to fall asleep since he can’t automatically fall asleep afterward.

 Hi! This is the second member I’ve done and if you liked this, please don’t be a silent reader. I don’t have a masterlist yet, but you can find Seonghwa’s on my profile pretty easily.

-Admin

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wanna be yours | choi san

word count: 8k (longest one yet lads)

genre: non-idol au, experienced!san x best friend/virgin!reader, fluff, smidges of angst, and smut

warnings: pwp, protected sex, slight hair-pulling?, cunnilingus f receiving, the concept of virginity, drinking and i think that's it? but please lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: this is my first like smut-smut so please so beware lol but other than that i'm really proud of how this turned out! also this is dedicated and a belated xmas present to @agustdiv1ne bc she has helped me sm with this oneshot omfg (ty again bae <;3)

the friday night after finals could only mean one thing. getting absolutely shitfaced at mingi's before going back home from university. because how else are you supposed to de-stress in college?

although you weren't at that level of drunk yet at the small house party your friend hosted, you still agreed to play truth or dare like immature high schoolers.

following a giggling hyejoo to the living room, you hear seonghwa asking something about being too old to be playing such a childish game followed by wooyoung pointing out that he still came over to play so who cares. sitting in between hyejoo and san, you naturally gravitate towards your best friend linking your arm with his for warmth.

"hi sannie." you beam brightly at him, you cheeks flushed red from the alcohol.

"hi y/n." he smiles down at you again, his dimple poking out. san didn't drink that much tonight since he was a lightweight and didn't want to feel whatever terrifying concoction mingi and jongho made up in the kitchen in preparation for the people who didn't want to answer their truth or do their dares.

after settling down in a rough circle, wooyoung starts the game by asking yeosang if he ever got caught masturbating which lead him to go take a shot of the mystery juice. the shot caused him to gag horribly after he downed it leading to jongho and mingi high-fiving each other in accomplishment.

next, yeosang got karina to admit some dirty secret of her hooking with her ta in calc causing giselle to shout out about her doubts of karina's grade being so high in calc for someone who doesn't go to class. as the game went on, hyejoo and yunho ended up topless and honjoong and san fell victim to the mystery juice and was even tipsier than when the game started. you on the other hand were dared to go lick either wooyoung's toe or shoe and you opted for the shoe of course because you did not where his feet have been and you had to confess to ever surviving a no nut november (last year you almost folded but still got through). this turn however, things got a little more interesting.

wooyoung had dared you to go make out with san in a closet and although no one knew about your little secret crush on san besides hyejoo, wooyoung had a knack for knowing who everyone was into. it was scary honestly, he predicted a lot of relationships and figured out who was who's sneaky link.

"so, what's it gonna be y/n? shot or closet?" wooyoung presses with a smirk on his face. he knew. oh, that fucker.

your eyes drift to san to make sure he was comfortable with the idea which lead to him shrugging his shoulders, "i'm down if you're okay with it."

with a tug, you pull san up from his seat and look wooyoung dead in the eye, "closet."

"alright then," he claps his hands as he gets up to usher you to the storage closet in the living room, "come out whenever you're ready, we're gonna keep playing while we wait, alright lovebirds?"

you roll your eyes and shoo wooyoung away from the door, "fuck off."

with the shut of the door, you realize how close you were to san. whatever nerves you had from the wave of courage you had five minutes ago disappeared more and more as san looked down at you.

"we don't have to do it, if you don’t want to." he reassures as he reaches for your arms in order to comfort you.

"i w-wanna do it." you stutter making your heart beat out of your chest even more. "i'm just-i've never done it before."

san looks at you perplexed, he knew about all the terrible dates and weird exes you had so he assumed that you at least made out with them. "i thought-"

"i didn't, i haven't even lost my virginity yet and now i'm really scared because i'm kissing my best friend who probably thinks they're a prude and what if i'm really bad and i mess things up and you hate it for it and-"

to shut you up, san presses his lips against yours as you melt into the kiss and allow him to take over. with a smooth swipe of his tongue, you part your lips slightly just enough for him to slip in earning a sweet moan from you. his hand sneaks his way to the back of your head to pull you even closer to him and further deepen the kiss.

when you pull back, your lipstick was all over his face and your lips were puffy and swollen. your eyes were locked on san as he put his forehead on yours, his eyes closed as he chest heaved up and down to catch his breath.

"you're not so bad." he comments, still not looking up at you. "fast learner if anything."

"san!" you whine, slapping san on the shoulder causing him to open his eyes.

he backs up, trying to get away from you as much as he can in the cramped closet, "hey, i'm giving you a compliment."

"that's a shitty compliment." you fire back with a pout on your lips as your eyes focus on the floor.

swiftly, san reaches your chin with his thumb forcing you to look up at him. without even hesitating, san leans in kissing the pout off of your lips. with a sudden spark of rebellion, you pull at the belt loops on his pants and pull him close to you catching san by surprise.

this time san is the first one to pull away to catch his breath. "see, you're a fast learner." he breathlessly teases.

"i'm leaving." you half-joke as you reach for the door knob.

san immediately reaches for your arm, pulling you back into him, "nope, you're helping me clean this up." he states as he points to the lipstick smeared all over his face before feeling the wall around him for the lights.

"aren't you old enough to do this yourself?" you whine as you lick your thumb and try to rub off the pink lip gloss off his plump lips.

"yeah, but i want you to do it." san answers as he places his hands on your waist. absentmindedly, he begins to rub small circles onto your hips as you quietly undo the damage you did to his lips.

san probably didn't notice the effect he had on you but holy fucking shit your face felt ten times warmer than it was when you were kissing him. it could be the alcohol settling in possibly but who knows. maybe san just had that effect on you.

"you know san, you're really fucking hot." you confess without thinking as you wipe the lip gloss off your fingers. "i would date you, if i could."

it took a minute for san to process what the fuck you just said. there was a high chance he misheard you but if he did hear you correctly well, he's gonna keep you in here for another minute or so.

before san could even respond or even act out, you realize what you just said and immediately start freaking out.

"i did not mean that. i-" you stutter, waving your hands in the air.

a harsh knock came to the door followed by wooyoung poking his head out, "are the lovebirds done? joong and hyejoo wanna play a different game."

oh how you could kiss wooyoung for his amazing timing. "we're done." you quickly say as you smooth out your outfit before joining wooyoung in the living room leaving a confused san.

"y/n! how was it?" hyejoo slurs as she throws herself on you.

if whatever happened in the closet was the only thing san could remember from tonight, you were fucking doomed. for now though, that was an issue for tomorrow. tonight, you were going to indulge in a few more drinks in order to forget what happened moments ago.

the next morning after mingi's was a rough one. your hangover was probably the worst one of the semester and boy was that telling. your memory from last night was a little foggy, some parts you recall very clearly some not. but the one thing you do fucking remember was wooyoung's sneaky ass setting you up with san during truth or dare. kissing san, you remembered very clearly maybe a little too clearly but whatever happened in between and after that was a blur. you briefly remembered wooyoung opening the door but that was about it.

rolling out of bed, you check your phone to see that san had called. annoyed, you call back hoping whatever it was a good enough reason for you to call in the morning.

"yah, choi san what do you want? it's so early?" you complain, rubbing your eyes awake.

"y/n, it's literally two pm." san deadpans.

"so?" you sass back, "it's still too early for me."

you hear san sigh on the other end, "ok anyways, did you finish the plan for the comp sci workshop? seonghwa is asking for it, he said you were supposed to send it earlier this morning."

a part of you freezes in shock while the other part of you scans your room for your laptop that was covered in papers and notes from studying. "you're fucking joking right."

"nope."

"oh my fucking god, i totally forgot about it while i was studying for exams shit. oh my fucking god. fuck." you curse as you hurriedly get out of bed.

"don't worry, i covered for your ass and told seonghwa that you were working on it which is why you weren't answering your phone. i'm also on the way to help you finish the plan because hwa has some suggestions for it too"

"oh bless your heart, choi san." you praise as you begin your morning routine.

it was around six o'clock by the time you submitted the doc and slideshow to seonghwa and holy fuck were you tired. there was no way you could have pulled this off without the help of san. truly thankful for your best friend, you offered to buy dinner on you and he had the opportunity to chose.

"on you, for real?" he asks in surprise as you begin to clean up the dinner table that was used as a makeshift desk for the past couple of hours. "i thought you were broke."

it took every fiber in you to not throw the hefty textbook in your hand at him. "do you want food or not."

"yes, please!" he immediately back tracks. "fried chicken is fine."

aggressively, you hand him your phone before heading back to your room to put everything away. "order what you want but don't pay i wanna get stuff for myself too."

"thank youuu." san sings as he begins to scroll through doordash.

while in your room, you took the chance to try and process your feelings. it was a no brainer you loved san. he was always there for you ever since you guys met each other in high school. san's been there for your worst and best days of your life and it was always a given that you were there for days like those for him.

however, your use of "love" began to slowly change this year. you've been single for awhile after your last breakup which was a lot of emotional damage to handle but san was always there to comfort you. him on the other hand looked for causal hookups, nothing serious. san was young, he confessed to not wanting to start any relationships because he just wanted to mess around for awhile until he graduated from college.

which left you wondering why you felt jealous whenever san couldn't hang out on friday nights or left the club early. it was probably obvious to everyone as to why you were jealous but you could never admit it.

it was way too cliche to have fallen for your best friend and it certainly didn't help that he didn't take anything seriously when it came to dating. but choi san made it hard for you to not fall for him.

san was the perfect gentlemen. he's always attentive and remembers the little things about you. he always knew when you were feeling sad or mad and always knew how to handle your moods. he knew your coffee order along with your fears. san knew your likes and dislikes and knew when to stop teasing you if you ever got upset or uncomfortable. not to mention he was fucking fine as hell. sure, it is a little weird to be calling your best friend hot but it's literally choi san. everyone's campus crush unfortunately. there was just no way you couldn't have fallen for him.

"y/n, how much are you gonna eat?" san shouts from down the hall pulling you out of your thoughts.

"uhhhh... how much are you gonna eat?" you ask, taking a moment to compose yourself before walking back into the living room.

at least you were his best friend. best friend. a title that left you feeling grateful yet wanting more. maybe one day, you would tell him how you truly feel about him but for now you're content with being his best friend.

"oh my god, there's mozzarella sticks too!" san chirps from the couch.

"get me one!" you shout as you jump onto the couch. "just mozzarella with sugar and i could go for a couple of wings."

"ok..." san trails as he inputs your order, "do you want something to drink?"

"no, it's fine. i have some soda and soju in the fridge."

"fuck yeah!"

once completing the order, san repeats what he has in the cart before pressing the "order now" button and hands back your phone.

"thanks sannie." you reach for the phone before continuing, "and for coming here to help me finish. i don't know what i would've done without you."

"no problem, anything for you." san answers with a smile on his face.

afterward, silence fell in the room. there were very rare occasions where silences were awkward but this one felt different. it felt tense? maybe you were reading into it too much but the atmosphere felt odd.

"you know," san begins breaking the silence, "you said some interesting things last night."

an abrupt cough broke your voice before you could reply, "i'm sorry what?"

san repeats what he said before continuing, "y'know, i wouldn't mind helping you out."

"helping me out with what?" your heart was practically beating of your chest when you questioned san. exactly what the fuck did drunk you say in that damn closet.

"yesterday, you mentioned that you were a virgin before we kissed and that you were a little embarrassed about it."

"so, you're asking me if i would want you to help me lose my virginity?" you ask, not quite sure if you're hearing the words come out of san's mouth right.

"yeah, i mean it's better than losing it to a complete stranger right? but if talking about this is making you uncomfortable i will shut up about this and pretend this never happened. you just gotta tell me." the man across from you reassures, his face unreadable.

"i can't tell if you're joking about this."

"why would i joke about something that you have an issue with?" san responds back, his tone serious.

you take a minute to let his words soak in because you're still sure you're not hearing him correctly. choi san, your best friend wants to take your virginity? and why are you lowkey comfortable with the idea? are best friends supposed to be doing this? doesn't this break some type of boundary or cross some line of being friends?

"if you don't want to, there's no rush y/n. i'm only offering this because i think you would be comfortable with someone you know and trust. plus, i'm already tested and i'm clean so you don't need to worry about catching anything."

san made great points on his case and you really wanted to lose your v-card and to him? even better. your only concern was how would this affect your friendship afterward. what if your feelings for him get too strong?

"you promise this won't affect our friendship?"

"i swear on it." san raises his pinky out, "i promise this won't affect anything between us. it'll just be like me doing another favor for you."

taking his pinky with yours, you seal the promise by using your thumb to connect with his, "deal."

"deal." san agrees as he smiles, his dimple poking out. "can i ask you a few questions though?"

"shoot away."

"you've cummed before right?"

"uh yeah." you answer, feeling slightly uncomfortable with talking about such a taboo topic with your best friend. you've heard bits and pieces of san's sex life but he's never heard about yours and now is the perfect time to start laying out everything.

"so you've masturbated before?" you nod in response leading to san asking a few more follow up questions, "with your fingers or with a toy?"

"both, hyejoo got me a vibrator for my birthday."

"oh? we love to see it." san comments with a surprised look on his face, "what are you into and what are some hard no's?"

"hmmm, i'm definitely into praise. maybe hair-pulling? oh, and i like it when people are possessive? y'know when someone let's their partner know that they their's or something. hard no's though would be degradation but do i like dirty talk."

out of all the things you've confessed tonight, saying no to degradation got an eyebrow raise from san.

"what?" you snap, "call me a whore and you're fucking dead."

"noted." san raises his arms up in surrender.

"your turn now, what are you into and not?" a part of you was a little excited to hear about what he had to say.

"well, i like to hear and give praise and sometimes edging. i also like it when someone pulls my hair and when they're loud. it lets me know that i'm doing something right. i also wouldn't mind getting topped. but i'm not into super bdsm or anything extreme right now."

"interesting, i'll keep that in mind."

"last question, i swear." san starts, "have you ever been eaten out before?"

"no. i didn't really get into much with any of my partners."

"well," he pauses for dramatic effect, "you wanna know how it feels like?"

"like, right now?" there goes your heart again, racing a hundred miles per hour.

"i mean we have some time before the food gets here so..."

the mere thought of san going down on you and being the first person to do had you rubbing your thighs together. "fuck it."

the both of you move to the couch where you let san climb on top. "is it okay, if i kiss you again?"

you nod, afraid to use your voice. this was really happening.

"yes, please." you whisper, still not trusting your voice.

"i need words baby." san demands as one of his hands lifts your chin up.

"don't be shy baby, it's just me." he comforts as the hand on your chin rises to your cheek. "i'll take care of you, just relax."

looping your hands around his neck, you nod beginning to allow yourself to relax. san uses the hand on your cheek to meet him in the middle as he pulls you into a sweet kiss. it was less sloppier than the last time you kissed him yet san was already pulling sounds out of your mouth and he hadn't even touched you yet.

san pulls away moving his lips to your neck as he softly licks different spots on your neck, switching between kitten licks and nibbling. soft pants were escaping your mouth which made san want to hear more from you. with the next lick of your neck, san followed up with a harder bite on your neck but quickly soothed the pain with the swipe of his tongue eliciting a sweet moan from you.

you could feel san's smile of victory on your neck as he leaves one last kiss on your neck before pulling away. "ready?" he asks, waiting for a verbal confirmation which you comply with quickly. "just relax and let me do the work. don't hesitate to stop me if you ever feel comfortable."

this time you nod your head shyly in response as san eyes you down for any signs of discomfort. "i trust you."

san smiles in response as one of his hands begin to travel downwards, his lips going back to your neck. his hands start off with a small rub on your hips then snake further down to the waistband of your pants. you were beyond grateful you were wearing some of your newer underwear but that was in the back of your mind when san cupped your clothed core.

"oh fuck." you groan, his fingers taking you by surprise as they run and up down your slit.

"already such a mess and i've barely touched you." he coos at you making you whimper.

"stop teasing please," you plead, grabbing onto his arm.

san removes his hand from your pants causing you to pout but before you could even whine, san pulls down your sweats after moving to the edge of the couch.

"fuck," san groans, the sight of you dripping for him was making him lose his mind.

san takes small kitten licks, taking his sweet time with you as he watches for your reactions. these small licks weren't doing it for you though as one of your hands snaked to the back of his head trying to use it as leverage to speed things up.

"patience, baby." he says as he presses your hips down, making you whimper.

"please, just go faster," you beg, looking at him hopelessly.

as on cue, san takes two fingers to spread your lips apart before quickening his pace. the difference in speed had you gasping as you tugged on his hair.

"ooh my god, so close." you pant, the grip on his hair tightening.

san groans into your sopping pussy sending vibrations into your core and bringing you closer to the edge. to add on to the burning feeling in your stomach, he brings a hand up to your clit to speed up ur orgasm.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out feeling the knot in your stomach burst.

your orgasm washes over you, leaving you breathless as san continues to lick up your cum. the overstimulation building up was beginning to burn as you tug on san's hair to stop.

san immediately pulls away with your essence dripping down his chin but that doesn't stop him as he dives into a heated kiss with you, letting you taste yourself on your tongue.

when he pulls back a sickening smile spreads across his face, "thoughts?"

to be honest, you were completely breathless with how fucking amazing san just ate you out and with how san was staring down at you right now with a stupid smirk on his face. "that...was great."

the smile on his face is gone as san frowns, "just great? i put my all into that."

you roll your eyes, grabbing the nearest pillow, you smack san on the chest. "i can't really think right now asshole."

"is it because i ate you out really good?" san genuinely asks, a smile returning his face.

"no you dumbass, the project really got my ass." you throw your hands into the air, chest still heaving.

"oh."

"oh my god." you groan. "just give me my clothes."

"wait, let me clean you up first." san objects before jogging down your hall towards your bathroom.

upon returning, san found you half asleep as your eyes were shut. still, he got on his knees and carefully took the wet rag to clean you up and his face.

your eyes fluttered open to see san below you again dabbing the inside of your legs carefully with a towel. instinctively, your hand flies to his hair as you stroke through his locks. "thank you." you hum, "you really did a good job."

san physically tensed up at your touch or maybe it was your words, either way he pulled away with a light blush on his face as he handed you a fresh pair of underwear and sweats. "of course, next time should be even funner."

"funner isn't a word." you quip, trying to ignore the excitement pooling in your stomach for the next time you guys hook up.

"shut up and move." san shushes as he climbs onto the couch with you, pulling you into his side.

the warmth coming from his body was too delicious as you felt your eyes droop even further. "san, i'm gonna fall asleep."

"just nap and i'll wake you up when the food is here."

although you had your doubts about san waking you up as soon as the food came because you feared that he would take all the chicken legs and then wake you up, you awoke to everything untouched (thankfully).

the food tasted like heaven as you guys chowed down however san would argue that you tasted better than whatever chicken piece he was eating.

ever since that night when san came over, something in you changed. you ached for san to touch you like that again and although you usually see san almost every day, you haven't seen him in a couple of days. you knew that he was busy finishing stuff up for clubs and packing for his trip home but something in you felt like something changed between the two of you.

maybe it was just you being extremely horny over your best friend that you didn't know how you would ever act normally near him after he ate you out. it also didn't help that you guys didn't set an official day for when you'll finally lose your virginity.

every now and then you would get the urge to just tell san to come over and fuck you but whatever sanity you had left in you refused to cave in so weakly like that.

speaking of the devil himself, san's name appeared on your phone.

morning wood: u wanna come over tonight?

morning wood: i just finished packing

hobbit: do u want me to bring something over for dinner?

morning wood: nah i can order pizza when u come over

morning wood: pepperoni good?

hobbit: yeah, i'll be over in thirty i just need to finish my laundry

morning wood: okayyy

morning wood liked a message from you

fuck. is this gonna be the night? like the night? shit. shit. should u shave? wear something sexy under some sweats just in case?

usually, san is super straightforward when it comes to shit like this so there should be no reason for you to be so freaked out. maybe you could be the one to initiate things? he did say he liked to be topped. wait, what if san genuinely wanted to hang out with you? and now you're only looking forward to seeing him because you wanna get dicked down.

your thoughts kept on racing as you sat in front of two outfits on your bed. casual loungewear with the possibility of wearing the ridiculously over-the-top lingerie underneath or something slightly with more effort which consisted of jeans and a cute cardigan.

still panicking over what to wear to your best friend's house you call hyejoo on the edge of having a meltdown.

"hell-"

"hyejoo! i need your help with what to wear san's. you rush completely cutting off your friend.

"well fuck, nice to see you too." hyejoo jokes commenting on your panicked state, "what's the occasion? wait is this the night you finally lose it?"

she knew almost every detail of what was going on between you and san. hyejoo lived for your updates and lately, she's been missing her nightly video chats of you screaming every little thing that had happened between you and san after the night at mingi's.

"that's the thing, i don't know what the occasion is. he just texted me to come over cause he's been hella busy lately tryna pack and shit."

"ahh that explains why you haven't called me in like four days."

"yes it does, but please help me. i don't know if i should like sort of dress up fancier? or like be sneaky and wear something bold underneath."

"well, you usually just wear sweats or whatever right?" you hum in agreement, "well then just wear sweats then wear the lingerie i got you."

"but what if i wear and be uncomfortable the whole time and we don’t even have sex."

"ok well, then just wear a matching set. preferably something that's not from high school, y/n."

"hey. i threw those away leave me alone." you argue back.

"whatever, anyways just wear a matching set in his favorite color just in case you guys do have sex."

"you are so fucking smart." you praise, as you rifle through your sock and underwear once more. "thank you so much, i'll call you if anything happens."

"ah i'm so excited!" hyejoo exclaims on the other end of the phone, "stay safe and use protection!"

"yes, mom. bye" you roll your eyes at the sudden change in hyejoo's voice.

it was final. you decided on wearing a black matching set since you couldn't find your purple bra in your drawer. black will be fine right? it's still a sexy color? well, either way you thought you looked good as hell in black so you got a confidence boost from that.

soon you arrived at san's, with your heart beating out of your chest. a very rare feeling to have at your best friend's house but hey, what's one more boundary to cross?

tentatively, you knock on his door fiddling with one of the strings on your hoodie.

"hi."

"come in." san greets you wearing a loose pair of sweats and a tank top showing off his buff arms.

well shit, if you weren't wet at the possibility of having sex tonight, you were already wet from just looking at his physique. the way the tight tank top accentuated his tiny waist and broad shoulders had your mind running laps.

"you good?" san asks as he looks over at your spaced-out figure.

"yeah, i'm good. it's just," you rub a hand over face to stall as you think of an excuse, "i'm fine."

san just gives out a light chuckle at your response, "well, the pizza is on the counter if you want some but do you wanna watch anything?"

"ooo yes!" you slightly loosen up as you try to forget how you got caught checking out your best friend, "chainsaw man?"

"yeah sure, i've been wanting to catch up on that."

"perfect!" you clasp your hands together in excitement.

"blanket?"

"yes, please."

you continue to fiddle with the strings of your hoodie dealing with both your horniess and anxiety. when san returned to the couch with one of his (yours actually) favorite blanket, you instinctively scooted closer to san for double warmth.

however, you failed to remember that your lewd thoughts were still in the back of your mind and as san was slowly typing in "chainsaw man" into the search bar, you kept fidgeting trying to find the best way where you relieved some sort of pressure and felt comfortable.

"are you sure you're okay?" san looks down at you. his words felt like he was pushing you to admit to something you didn't want to say out loud.

"i-uh,um." you couldn't even think straight with san staring down at you like that. "i think i'm ready."

san just stares at you in confusion, "i love the confidence but for what?"

you hopelessly look at him, praying he understands what you mean. "you know..." the blush on your face gets stronger every minute you say something dumb.

san understood what you meant. actually, he had a feeling that you wanted to the minute you started checking him out. still though, he played dumb wanted to hear you say it out loud.

"i don't know, actually."

"san!" you whine at him.

still, your pleas had no effect on you as he stared at you with a blank face.

"i'mreadytohavesexwithyou." you blurt out really fast not even daring to open your eyes. you hear san laugh and the feeling of wanting to crawl up in a hole and die grew exponentially. immediately you hide underneath the blanket hoping san would disappear if you wished hard enough.

"y/n," san pulls the covers down to enough to reveal your eyes. "it's okay." you refused to remove the blanket completely but still pulled it down just enough that your whole face was exposed. "if you want to have sex now you just have to tell me. i'm perfectly fine with waiting too, it's all up to you."

"can you please just fuck me." you pout. "now, please."

a soft smile appears on san's face as he scoops you up into his arms. "you're so cute."

"wait, where am i going?" you ask as you tilt your head to see where san's taking you.

"i am not taking your virginity on a craig's list couch."

"fair enough."

gently, san lays you on his bed before crawling towards you. once your head is on one of his pillows, san's hands trail to the hem of your shirt. "can i kiss you?"

the way those words left his mouth felt so soft and pure. you were so glad you ditched the idea of losing your v-card to a random tinder date. you trusted san enough to take good care of you and he did.

"yes, please." you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in.

the kiss started off slow, as san took his time with you. his lips molded perfectly with yours. your arms tug on his neck to bring him even closer as san spreads your legs with his knee. the top of his knee came into contact with your aching core causing you to moan in the kiss.

san pulls away with swollen lips, his hands trail to the hem of your shirt tugging it on softly, "can i?"

acknowledging him, san gets to work as he gets rid of your shirt leaving you in your bra. flustered, your hands reach for san's shirt as you tug on it.

"to be even," you explain.

"of course." san smiles following your command and smoothly takes his tank top off throwing it to somewhere in the room.

it wasn't new seeing san shirtless but you swear he changed his workout routine or something because he looks (and feels) ten times more ripped than the last time you saw him shirtless.

a gasp leaves your mouth and your hands fly to his chest as they rake down to his stomach.

"what?" he asks as he leans closer into you, putting both of his hands beside your head, caging you in.

"did you get a new workout routine?" you attempt to ask calmly.

"yeah actually, yeosang and i started going to a trainer a couple months ago."

"i can tell," you compliment, hands once again running up and down his abs.

in one swift motion, san captures both of your arms and holds them in place with one hand above your head.

"hey-"

"enough talking." san cuts you off with a sudden kiss, his free hand trailing your curves. desperately, you tried to lift your arms so you could wrap them around san but his grip was too strong. your body fidgeted trying to get him to loosen the grip but with how close san knee was to your core, it began to rub deliciously against your sweats. soon, you fell into a somewhat steady rhythm trying to create some friction for yourself.

when san pulls away, your motions come to a halt like you were caught red-handed. "baby couldn't wait, huh?"

embarrassed, you turn your head with a blush evident on your cheeks.

"hey, i'm just teasing you." san comforts as he grabs your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. he felt his heart crumble (and his pants strain) when you looked up at him with a pout. "i'll make it up to you, yeah?"

"you better, you jackass." you joke as you slap his arm.

san gets back to work with your lips as his hands trail all over your body. his roamed every curve and dip of your body. the callouses on his hands left goosebumps everywhere. eventually, san stopped at the top of the waistband. "may i?"

pathetically, you whimper out a quick "yes" as san gets to work with getting rid of your sweats and panties. one of his fingers runs up and down your slit to collect your slick.

"gonna prep you first, okay?"

nodding in confirmation, san slips his finger in as you gasp. your walls clench around his finger as he pumps in and out. your breath quickens even more before san adds in another one drawing a moan from you.

once san deems you prepped enough for his dick, he pulls his fingers out causing you to whine. "i'll be back, just gotta find a condom baby." he soothes as he opens his bed stand drawer his clean fishing around for one.

finally, san finds that gold foil package, ripping it with his teeth and you swear you could've come at that sight alone. you help san get rid of his pants and boxers.

sitting up in anticipation, you watch as san pumps his cock in front of you. the realization of you getting dicked down finally settling causing nerves to bounce around in you again. his dick wasn't some scary monster cock that you've seen in porn videos but it was still fairly long and the more you thought about it the more you questioned how the fuck it was supposed to fit inside of you.

san pulls you out of your thoughts when he lets out a groan. your eyes snap back down to his dick as you watch his tip start to leak beads of precum from his angry, red tip. san slows down his hand as his other hand begins to reach for the condom.

"wait."

san snaps his head to you with the condom still dangling from his teeth, his eyes full of concern.

"can i do that?" you ask the sudden burst of confidence spurring your adrenaline.

immediately, san nods his head as he sticks out his chin for you to grab the condom from his mouth. you sucked in a breath as you slipped the condom onto san as he praised you for your job well done but you cut him as you give him an experimental pump of his cock.

"fuck." san says through gritted teeth.

with his reaction, you pump him a few more times watching as his face contorted in pleasure. you didn't want to be the only one being satisfied tonight.

"baby," san grunts as he grabs your wrist, scaring you slightly as you thought you did something wrong, "we don't want me cumming just yet."

"right..." you trail off awkwardly as you retract your hand away.

san lightly laughs at your awkwardness finding it adorable, "it's alright, just let me make you feel good now."

he plants a quick kiss on your lips as he softly presses you onto your back. "tell me if anything hurts alright love?"

you give him another quick nod as you watch san shift on his knees. with a hand, he rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit just to tease you earning him a moan from you.

once san lines up with your entrance, he slowly fills you up and before any pain or discomfort could even manifest in your mind, san smashes his lips into yours. with the way, san's tongue was dancing with yours the pain in your lower abdomen was almost nonexistent.

by the time he pulls away, san's cock was fully buried into your cunt. your walls rubbed deliciously against san, "fuckkk, you feel so fucking good." san groaned. "tell me when you're ready for me to move, love."

this new pet name combined with san going down to kiss your neck has your head spinning. "oh fuck, san."

the sensation of san's lips leaving wet kisses on your neck was incredible. to add even more to your pleasure, you felt him begin to nibble lightly on your neck causing you to moan even louder. you could even feel san's smirk of accomplishment on your neck before he continued his new pattern of nibbling on different spots on your neck and soothing the pain with a few swipes of his tongue.

it took you a moment to even tell san that you were ready for him to move since you were so overwhelmed with his little side quest that you couldn't even manage to get a word out.

with your confirmation, san pulls his mouth away from you to focus on your cunt. at first, he does a few experimental thrusts just to test the waters before settling into a comfortable rhythm.

"you're taking me so well, baby" san praises when he flashes his eyes up at you. the dazed look in your eyes caused a surge of confidence to course through his body.

san's ego grew when he realized that he was the first one to ever make you feel this fucked out. he showed his newfound confidence by fucking you even harder. the grip on your hips tightening as san tries to get the most leverage he can to chase his high.

"fuck, san." you cry out, the knot in your stomach growing. "m' so close baby."

san tensed at the nickname for a quick second. he had been calling you "baby" ever since he started helping you out but holy shit he did not expect you calling him that to have such an effect on him. "say it again." san demands his eyes flashing to yours.

"baby, fuck." you groan as san's pace increases even more sending you to close the edge. "shit, i'm so close"

his thrusts got sloppier as your moans became louder. the knot in your stomach began to unravel with each push. san swallowed your moans as he leaned down to kiss you. it was a messy kiss but yet it oddly felt intimate. there was just something in his urgency to kiss you that felt so comforting.

the mix of his lips combined with the last few thrusts of hips, the both of you finally came. pulling away from your lips, san presses his forehead to yours to catch his breath with his cock still buried deep inside you.

for a moment, you guys stay like that. in such an intimate position, you closed your eyes and believed that he was yours and not just your best friend. you wished you could stay in this moment forever and keep believing this isn't a one-time thing.

you were pulled out of your daydreaming as san finally pulled out causing you to whine, already missing the feeling of him. through tired eyes, you watch san tie up the condom to discard after he throws on a pair of boxers.

"where are you going?" you ask still out of breath. apart of you worried that he was going to get up and leave already. you didn't want your little daydream to end just yet.

"i'll be right back." san answers slipping out of the door and disappearing somewhere into your house.

soon, san returned with a glass of water and a wet rag. carefully, san gets to work as he cleans you up after handing you the glass to drink. when he's done, you give the half-empty glass back to him and encourage him to drink it. he gladly does before getting up once more to put away the cup.

immediately, you tug at his arm and pull him down into bed with you. "don't go."

san smiles at you softly before returning back into the covers. your arms link around his torso in an instant bringing him closer to you. "don't ever leave me."

"i won't, i promise. you mean too much to me"

"i do?" you mumble, fatigue finally catching up to you as your eyelids began to droop.

"mmh." san mumbles as he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. "go to bed, we can talk tomorrow."

too tired to even respond, you close your eyes and wrap your arms tighter around him.

the sun peeked through the blinds promptly disrupting your sleep along with the noises on the street. when you opened your eyes to an empty bed your heart sank. you knew san didn't owe you anything after last night but still you wished you woke up in his arms and not alone.

with a heavy heart, you got up from his bed and got dressed again, picking up the scattered clothes from the floor. memories from the night before flooded your mind and it hurt remembering that it was only temporary.

when you left the room, you didn't expect to see san cooking breakfast.

"you're awake already?" san asks as he looks over his shoulder.

you nod your head, "your blinds don't do shit."

"my apologies sleeping beauty." san jokes back turning his attention back to the stove. "breakfast will be ready in ten."

by the looks of it, san appeared normal like last night's events had no effect on him whatsoever. truthfully, they were the opposite. san was internally freaking out. from the many hook up and one night stands san has been on, not one of them has he longed for the girl afterward. he didn't know how to react to his feelings but the one thing he did know was that he wanted you.

san was just scared to ask you to be his. there was a multitude of reasons of why but one of them was that he was scared of the commitment. in general, he just couldn't get himself to open up to just one person and be vulnerable but with you, he wanted to try.

he felt safe in your presence and although it took him so long to realize it, he's always felt comfortable around you. "breakfast's ready!" sans call out to you.

the two of you eat in awkward silence. part of you was convinced that you were making it awkward because someone couldn't keep their feelings out of it and san thought he was making things weird because he had no clue how to handle his emotions.

eventually, you couldn't stand the sound of the utensils clanking on the plates and bowls, and either could san. "san,"

"yes?" he looks up at you, thankful for breaking the tension.

this is the moment. just do it. "i don't think we can be friends anymore."

"wait what?"

"i know, i made you promise that whatever we did wouldn't affect our friendship but i-i love you."

san stares at you in confusion, "i love you, too but i don't see why we can't be friends anymore? was the sex that bad? you can be honest."

"god no, it was great. but the issue is that you don't love me the way i love you." you confess daring to look san in the eyes. "i knew this was terrible idea from the start but i just- i wanted to have you for one night even if it was temporary."

san soaks in your words, not saying anything for a moment which leads to worry even more.

"i'm sorry," you start, looking down at your hands as you try to contain yourself.

"you don't need to apologize." san says grabbing your hand from across the table. "i wanna be yours too."

"wait, what? i thought you didn't like relationships though?"

"i don't but recently i've realized i wanna be more than friends. don't think it's because of the sex, if anything that just gave me another reason to love you." san jokes, easing the tension in the room.

"san, be serious." you scold at him while a smile slips through your facade.

"no seriously though, i mean it when i say i wanna be yours."

"you wanna be mine?"

"yes i do. i know i'm not good at communicating feelings and stuff like that but i'm willing to try with you."

the biggest smile graces your face as look down at the table while san comes over to your side. maybe you didn't have to worry at all about this because in the end he wanted you all along.

"we can take it slow, as long you're mine." you look lovingly into his eyes and you felt your heart beat out of your chest. for good reason, this time though.

"sounds great to me."

a laugh escapes as you lean your head onto's san shoulder. his arm immediately wraps around you bringing you in as san places a quick kiss on your head. "so what did you think about breakfast?"

"being honest," you look up at san with a playful smile on your face, "they were kinda runny."

"that's it, we're done." san jokes, throwing his arms into the air for dramatic effect.

laughing at his antics, you just realize how much you love san and although it may be too early to say it yet, let's just say you're grateful you had a choi san in your life.

he finally was yours.

[binniesbobastay]

𝕬 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖀𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖎𝖉𝖘

'A Heart Caught Up in Tabloids'

Hongjoong x fem!reader

You're a club owner dating Hongjoong and when your relationship becomes the target of several tabloids, you break it off to protect him. But was it the right decision?

Song recs: 'LA FAMA' by ROSALÍA, 'All I Know So Far' by P!nk, 'off the table' by Ariana Grande, 'Be With You' by ATEEZ, 'coffee' by Miguel

Word Count: 9.4k

Genre: Smut (18+ minors DNI), Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), angst, slight violence, fights, breakup, reader dates a fictional character for a bit, negative self-talk, heightened dramatic scenes, mature themes, mentions of drugs and prostitution, alcohol use, degrading terms directed at the reader (slut, whore), involves fictional depictions of idol scandals and drama and how their companies deal with it, makeup sex, unprotected sex, oral/fingering (fem. receiving), praise kink, cum play, cum eating, slight marking, creampie, etc...

You hug your knees closer to your chest, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill down your face like the raindrops that glide down the glass, patio doors. Your head fills with the sound of Hongjoong shouting in the living room.

"I don't see why you're still upset. There shouldn't be a problem anymore if you took care of it like you said!" You hear him utter through gritted teeth. The voice on the other end of his phone is so furious that you can hear the gravel-like shrillness of it even through his bedroom door.

"We've already discussed this, it's out of the question." Your lip trembles as you shift on his bed, feeling the tension practically seep through the walls. "I'm not doing that."

The other voice grumbles another comment, and you jump at the sound of glass breaking not long after.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch!" Hongjoong yells. "I'm not breaking up with her! I'll be damned if I leave the best thing that has ever happened to me before I leave the fucking company that would have rotted into the ground if I hadn't walked through its door!"

You want to scream at him, beg for him to stop. You couldn't stand the thought of him throwing away everything he had worked for just for you. But this was the nth time you've put his dreams in danger...

You're the owner of a club best known for its front-page scandals. Previous owners had let the place become a playground for drug peddling, prostitution... things that idols wouldn't dare be involved in. But ever since you took over, you put an end to all of it, turning it back into a place where people can have a good time safely.

It was something that Honjoong respected about you. The two of you met when he snuck into your club one night and when people found him out, you helped him hide.

~

"I want to give my heart out to people, I really do..." He contemplated over the beers you were sharing with him in the dimly lit back room. "It's why I make music."

You nodded as you listened to him, taking a swig of your drink before licking your lips.

"But I don't want to lose it either, ya know? I don't want this business to take it away from me." You laugh at his conflicting statement.

"Well, you either keep it in your chest or you don't. You've got to decide..." Your eyes wander over to his face to see that he's been looking at you keenly. The heat radiating off of his gaze transfers across your cheeks.

He had his eye on you from the moment you pulled him out of the swarm of people and helped him find refuge. All of his feelings were made apparent within the sparkle of his dark eyes. He really did want to give his heart out to others... and at that moment he was giving it to you.

"Okay, I think I've decided." He whispers in a low voice, before leaning in to kiss you.

~

You never loved anyone like you loved him and Hongjoong never loved anyone like he loved you. Everything you had with him was something that some people only got to dream about. But ever since the tabloids caught news that you were his girlfriend, life had been a nightmare.

The company that Hongjoong's group was under despised you. Mostly because they had gotten call after call from some lowly journalist with the blackmail of rumors about you that would taint Hongjoong's career. And if they didn't get paid to shut it down it, it would be headlining every gossip magazine or website the next morning.

They tried to make you out to be as bad as the other owners of your club. That you are just as involved with the crimes that falsely continue to take place behind the scenes, that you slut yourself out to major investors... horrible claims filed one after the other. This time it got really bad with one of the tabloids threatening to publish that you had finally dragged Hongjoong into all of your supposed affairs. The company was absolutely furious over what your relationship was costing them. They wanted you gone, out of his life for good.

But you could care less about what they think. It was Hongjoong that was your only concern. You could never forgive yourself if you were the reason, he lost everything. Every day was starting to feel like another ball of anxiety to tackle. You didn't know what the company would do about him if he kept seeing you...

And it's this realization that makes you decide on your next move.

You flinch when the door opens and Hongjoong walks into the room as if he's stepping on eggshells. He lets a small smile crack through his pained expression. You let the tears finally fall at the sight of him.

"I'm- I'm sorry." You sob, burying your face in your hands.

"Hey! No, no, no..." He quickly goes to sit next to you on the bed, collecting you in his arms. "It's not your fault, baby."

He gently grabs your wrist to remove them from your face, looking into your eyes with his own, sad ones that betray the assuring smile painted on his lips.

"The company needs to know that there are certain boundaries that I have. Our relationship is one of them. I just had to be assertive, that's all." You look at him in disbelief.

"Joong, you broke some glass!" He sighs, knowing that there's truth to your statement.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry I let my anger control me while you were around, I promise..."

"I can't do this anymore..." You cut him off. He scans your face as if he's searching for what you could possibly mean.

"W-what?" He stammers, and your heart twinges at the lost look in his eyes.

"Can't you see that I'm the reason why everything with you, the company, and the tabloids... everything in your career, everything you've worked your ass off for... has gone to shit!? Joong, I'm your burden..."

"No! Don't you dare say that!" His eyes begin to water as he shakes his head. You cup his face in your hands, placing a bittersweet kiss to his lips through both of your tears.

"I don't want to hurt you, Joong. I'm scared it's only a matter of time before the company... is at its final straw with you." You swallow the lump in your throat, gathering yourself to say the next part of your tangent. "We're better off apart..."

With that, you get up off his bed to leave, the crispness of his blue, velvet comforter almost stinging beneath your fingertips. He runs after you, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

"Y/n... please. Don't do this. We can figure all of this out, we've done it before." You refuse to meet his gaze. His broken sobs are enough to make you want to stay. But you deny yourself, pulling away from his grasp.

"Yet it keeps happening, and it won't stop until I'm gone. You deserve to live your dreams without dealing with any of this bullshit." You sniffle out. For the first time, he's at a lost for words. Hongjoong, the man who loves pouring out his heart to people through all of the words he writes... finally has none to say.  

I'll come back for my things in the morning... get some sleep." You tell him as you open the front door.

"Dammit, Y/n!" His cry of defeat makes you whip your head around. You immediately wish you hadn't. The tears that stain his cheeks make his beautiful face look cracked, resembling the glass he had shattered earlier. His smile he had worked so hard to muster in order to comfort you, to make it seem like it would all be okay for real this time, had finally failed.

"Please, don't go, baby..."

His pleads fall on your ears, numb to the emotion and truth behind them.

"I told you to keep it in your chest, Hongjoong," You mutter, regretfully. "And you should've listened."

And just like that, you're shutting his door behind you, taking everything off the table with you.

~

You bounce your legs nervously in the passenger seat.

"Do you uh... wanna come in?" The words that you had asked only moments ago were ringing inside your head. But the man beside you only smiled warmly, clashing with the cool jade-colored streaks in his dark hair.

"Sure!" Your date for the night, Jasper, replied shortly. You sigh in relief.

"Wonderful." You both get out of his car once he's pulled all the way into your driveway.  

You weren't sure if you were in your right mind or not as you shakily handle your keys. Were you moving on too quickly?

You had no idea how you ended up here tonight with the charming boy. Jasper had become a regular at your club not long after your breakup and just when you had convinced yourself you should never fall for customers again... he had finally wooed you with his charm.

He officially asked you out last week and with ample time to think and encouragement from your girlfriends, you agreed. You were a nervous wreck the whole night, but luckily, he was a gentleman. He assured you that he found your clumsiness to be endearing.

You turn on the hallway light and he closes your front door behind him. He offers to take your coat as you shrug it off your shoulders, hanging it up on the rack beside him.

"Thank you." You say, blushing when you see the twinkle in his eyes behind his round glasses.

"My pleasure." He notes as you lead him further into the house.

"Sorry, I know it seems a little dreary in here with it being just me and all." You apologize as he follows you around the broad corridors.

"Are you kidding?!" He cups his hands around his mouth and bellows. "It's massive in here!" You giggle as his voice echoes off of the walls. You couldn't deny that being a club owner had its perks, the money being one of them.

"I hope you wouldn't mind me using your bathroom." He remarks, turning back to you. "But I understand if you want to keep your golden toilet spotless."

"Of course, I don't mind!" You snicker, pointing in its direction.

With that, he skips off. Honestly, how did a guy this polite find his way to your club full of rowdy attendants?

You let out a sigh of relief as you let yourself sink into your large couch. A few moments later, you hear the bathroom door opening and closing as Jasper comes around the corner and into the living room, lips raised up in a teasing smirk.

"Uh, I don't mean to intrude but I'm gonna assume this isn't a picture of you with your brother in there..." Your eyes go wide as you remember the photo in that bathroom of you and Hongjoong on a holiday together, lips locked in a kiss.

"Shit! I am so sorry." You quickly get up, attempting to make your way toward the bathroom so you can put the picture away. " I keep forgetting that's in there."

"It's no problem! But... there's not a Mr. around here I need to worry about, right." Your breath hitches when he catches you and spins you around by your waist to look at him. His tall, lean form hovers over you as his lips do the same inches away from yours...

"Cause... I don't mind that ya know? It's actually kind of a turn-on." He finally gifts you with a small peck. "Just give me a heads-up next time."

You can tell he's joking; he's always cutting up at the bar. You smack him on the shoulder in response.

"Easy there, this isn't a kdrama!" You scold him, to which he only chuckles.

"Are you sure? I just went on a date with one of the most loaded women in the city. Not to mention all of your fame from the scandals with..." His eyes go wide as he realizes what he's about to say. You know he doesn't mean any harm, but you can't help but let your heart sink. Even to this day, the tabloids still continue to talk of your split with Hongjoong. Everyone who has eyes and ears knows about the two of you.

"I'm... sorry. It was on my mind, and it just slipped out. It was totally out of line." He says, clearing his throat. You shake your head.

"It's okay. I'm not naive to the things people have read about me." His expression drops as he takes your hand.

"They shouldn't believe the things they read. Because you're much more than what those shithead interns write about you." He brings your knuckles to his lips and the old-fashioned gesture makes crimson tint your cheeks and under your eyes.

"You're just sweet talking." You tease. He lets out another deep chuckle as he pulls you down onto the couch with him.

"Don't believe me? I can show you if you want..." He says before locking his lips with yours.

"Oh wait, now I see. You were just saying that to get in my pants." You laugh when his hands come up to tickle your sides.

"Would you stop! I'm really trying not to be a total wreck in front of a gorgeous girl like you." Now it's his handsome features that are stained red.

"I know. I'm just messing with you." You give him a peck on the lips and curse yourself when you look into his eyes and start to see Hongjoong's...

In an instant, your mood changes and you scoot away from him. Your eyes grow cold and teary as they train onto the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I overstep, I'm sorry..." His hand comes up to stroke your arm, comfortingly. Again, you're reminded of Hongjoong.

"No, you didn't do anything. I'm sorry I just..." You decide that being honest is the right thing to do. "I... still think about him a lot."

A tense silence fills the air as you bite your lip, continuing to avoid his gaze. After a while, you hear him hum.

"That's totally normal, (Y/n). You don't have to be sorry for that." His assuring words make your lip tremble as you begin to feel tears spill over.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I invited you in if I was just going to cry over my ex..." He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm here for you. It's no easy business... having to let go of someone you love." His thumbs rub into your skin, soothingly. "Well, at least I assume you loved him."

You softly laugh at his joking comment.

"I did... I do."

"And that's completely fine. I take no offense." You look up at Jasper, sadly. He really was a nice guy and no matter how reassuring he was, you would always feel bad about dragging him into the mess that felt like your life right now.

"I really had fun tonight. You're a great guy, Jasper," Your hand comes up to meet one of his. "Maybe if it were any other time..."

"I understand," He says, yet he cranes his head down to rest it on your shoulder. "Could I... still stay here and hold you for the night? I just really like you. I'll let you talk to me... and I'll listen to every word you say."

His presence really does bring you comfort, drying your tears.

"Okay..." You agree, letting yourself sink into the bed with him. He does as he promised, listening and hanging on to your every word... as if he's going to write them down and use them for later. You stay like this until you both drift off the sleep.

~

The next morning you wake up, cradling one of the decorative pillows adorning your couch, still clad in your dress from last night. You hear shuffling beside you and turn to see Jasper with his back facing you. He's got his phone held up to his ear as if he's listening to something... but it's too quiet for you to hear.

"Jasp?" He yanks his phone away from his ear immediately, shutting it off.

"Oh, good morning. I didn't know you were awake." He laughs nervously before leaning down to kiss your forehead. You hum in content.

"I'm sorry you had to sleep like this last night." You say, referring to him in his dress clothes.

"Oh! Don't worry, it's no problem at all." He says, flashing you a half-smile. He gets up to nudge his shoes back onto his feet.

"I've gotta run, sorry I can't stay longer." You lift yourself up, fighting the slight stiffness in your neck.

"It's no problem! I'll walk you out." You tell him.

You watch him get in his car from your front door, waving him goodbye. Once you're back inside, you feel a slight tinge of satisfaction with how things went between you... despite the part where you cried like a baby over Hongjoong.

You facepalm as you begin to worry about what he must think of you now. But at the same time, he did offer to willingly listen.

That's when you're pulled out of your thoughts by the buzzing of your phone coming from the living room. You walk back over, curiously ogling at your screen. A frown washes over your face when you see the call is from an unknown number.

"Hello?" You ask when you go to answer it.

"(Y/n)... um, hi!" Your stomach drops at the familiar voice.

"Y-Yunho?" You can barely believe that you're speaking the name that you are right now, but make a mental not that you should save his number anyway.

"It's been a while! How have you been?" Hongjoong's fellow member asks you.

"Oh, um... I've been good! How about you?" You ask, shifting the weight between your feet awkwardly.

"I'm doing good too! Busy but good, thanks for asking!" When you and Hongjoong were dating, the other members welcomed you like family. Even after the breakup, they all stayed in touch with you, and you were thankful that they didn't let it change the way they saw you. The boys were some of the nicest people you knew, always being supportive of the two of you through everything.

It was always nice to have someone from outside of all the chaos by your side.

Still, there's an unusual awkward silence when he finishes. You clear your throat as you try to make up your mind on what to say next.

"Um, so what's been going on?" You ask.

"Well, I wanted to ask you a favor..." He started, pausing as if he's waiting for you to say something already.

"Shoot." You say. Seemingly relieved, he continues on.

"Are you busy tonight?" You cock your head to the side in confusion.

"Uh... I was thinking about stopping by the club later to check on everything, but I've gotta plenty of people holding it down tonight." You can almost feel his breath hitch on the other line.

"Why?" You ask him.

"Our... comeback party is going to be later this evening. If you don't have anything planned... the guys and I would love it if you came!" He manages to get out. Your thoughts begin to run wild.

"Yunho... does Hongjoong know you're inviting me to this?" There's another pause before he sighs.

"(Y/n), I'm really sorry about this being so last minute... You deserved to have an official invitation mailed to you and everything. After all, you were pretty much a part of this album."

You feel your lips go up in a weak smile as a memory comes to your mind. All the sleepless nights you spent with Hongjoong in the studio were some of the best. You saw many of the seeds planted for these songs from your seat in his lap as he played them for you, distracting himself by showering you in kisses just to hear you giggle.

"I promise you I wouldn't have called if I didn't think he needed you right this very minute. Hell, he's needed you this whole time (Y/n)." Yunho continues.

"Is he... okay?" You bring yourself to ask. The sigh that he responds with gives you all the answers you need.

"God no, (Y/n)..." He responds anyway. "He's far from it. He tries to hide it the best he can, but he's not fooling anyone."

That sounds like your Hongjoong, alright. You start to feel the familiar sting of tears at the corner of your eye as regret washes over you.

"I'm sorry, Yun... I never wanted things to turn out the way they did." Is all you can say before having to cut your own broken voice off.

"I know you didn't. No one blames you, not even Hongjoong," You falter when his name finally comes out. "But... if he could see you tonight I promise you it would bring him back."

"Yunho, I don't think that's a good idea," You utter through your top teeth as they bite down on your bottom lip. "With the cameras and..."

"I'll take care of that. You don't have to worry, I'll get security to keep the tabloids out and only our approved press will be allowed in."

"A-are you sure?" You sniffle.

"Yes, I promise. Please, (Y/n). You can even bring a date for all I care and really give him the message that he needs to suck it up and move on." He laughs.

You crack a smile back, knowing deep down you would love to see him again despite all sense of logic that you had screaming at you not to. You would just have to push it to the side and tell yourself it was just for one night...

"Okay... I'll be there, probably with a date. I don't think I can go in alone, you know."

"I understand, thank you so much, (Y/n). Everyone will be happy to see you again." He graces.

"Well... probably just you and the other boys. The company, not so much." You chuckle.

"Don't worry about them, its us who have the final say over the guest list!" he triumphs. "Thanks again, (Y/n). I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, take care." You let out a huff, wondering what further mess you had gotten yourself into.

~

"Thank you so much for doing this again." You say to Jasper, who is sitting next to you as the car you rented pulls up to the venue. You would have never thought he would agree to this after you basically blew him off last night. He flashes you his charming smile, moving his hand on top of yours.

"Of course, I knew you couldn't stay away from me." He snickers.

You smile at his banter as the driver gets out, opening the door. You tip him and bid him good night until he has to pick you up again. You look back over at Jasper, who has his mouth wide open at the display before him. Fans and paparazzi are lined up and down the street surrounding the entrance. There's stunning blue carpet and lights lining the steps up to the marvelous company building where a banner of ATEEZ's new album cover drapes over the doors. You smirk at your date's expression.

What's the matter?" You tease, linking your arm through his. "Haven't you ever been to a party before?"

"Can't say I've been to one like this, it's huge!" He marvels as the two of you follow the crowd of guests up the stairs. You put in extra effort to keep your head down and hide behind Jasper's tall form when you can. You know it's merely impossible to avoid everyone at an event like this, but the least you can do is steer clear of those with cameras.

When you arrive at the door, you tell the guard your name while referring to Jasper as your plus one, and you're granted entrance. You can't help but sigh in relief as the blasting music fills your ears in the lobby that's been turned into a party room.

"I would have thought this place had put a restraining order on me." You say, only half-jokingly.

"That bad, huh?" Jasper asks. That's when your eyes pan over to some of the familiar staff members going around greeting the guests. All you do is nod as you swallow down a lump in your throat, leading Jasper away from them and toward the bar. He kindly pulls out a chair for you before sitting down himself. You beckon the bartender over who quickly whips up what you both select on the menu. Your first sip of the drink burns going down as someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn to see a familiar and very welcoming face.

"Jongho!" You yelp in delight, hopping down from your barstool to hug him.

"Hi, (Y/n)! Glad you could make it!" The youngest member of Hongjoong's group hugs you back. Jasper nervously takes one more swig of his drink before stepping down as well, clearing his throat. You quickly take this as a sign to introduce him.

"Oh, this is Jasper. He's um... my date." Jongho awkwardly nods, shaking Jasper's extended hand.

"Nice to meet you, congratulations on the comeback!" Jasper says excitedly, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Ah, thanks! Appreciate you being here too!" Jongho responds.

"Jongho! You're on soon!" Another recognizable staff member comes over to collect the man in front of you. You avoid their icy gaze as Jongho wishes you both goodbye before being ushered away.

Downing the rest of your drink, you lead Jasper over to the dance floor, where people are simply mingling at the moment.

"He seems nice, good to see an old friend?" He asks you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Of course, I really miss them," You say. "But you seemed pretty thrilled to see him yourself, are you a fan?"

"Uh, well you know. I've heard a few songs..." Jasper mutters. You let out a snort.

"Aha! So now I know the real reason why you wanted to date me!" You giggle.

"Shh, you know that's not true!" He shushes you, still laughing along with you.

There's about another half hour or so before the opening ceremony starts and you happily run into a few people you've met at your club before, glad to have someone to socialize with in a place where most people already know each other. Jasper oddly enough runs into someone he's familiar with too. He excuses himself to talk to them as you chat with your own peers. That's when everyone's attention is called up to the front and cheers are being shouted as ATEEZ takes the stage.

"What's up, everyone!?" You recognize San's voice even though you can't see him as you attempt to hoist yourself up on your toes. You hear the boys continue to speak, thanking the crowd for coming and everything, as you try to push past the tall people in front of you. Luckily, they let you by, not realizing the height difference... unluckily, you yourself didn't realize how close to the front you actually were.

That's when you lock eyes with Hongjoong the moment he takes the mic. The feeling is so intimidating and surreal...  like his deep, brown eyes are boring right into you as if he's standing inches away from your face. You can practically feel, smell, and taste him all over again. Except he's on stage and you're just an audience member this time... and that's when you realize it's simply the memory of him that you're feeling right now.

"We've got some great new songs coming out for you tonight." His voice over the speaker pulls you out of your thoughts, but his eyes are still on you.

"Some very special people were a part of this comeback," Hongjoong says, sentiment lacing the tone of his voice. "I hope you enjoy."

Applause erupts all around you as the first song on the album begins its premiere. The roar of sound intensifies the twisting in your stomach as you stumble away from the dance floor, where people have begun to move to the music. It's like fighting your way through a crowd at your club, which you've done a million times, so why does it feel like you're about to be swallowed up? You feel someone grab your arm and turn to see Jasper.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks, concern written all over his face. You allow yourself to give him a faint smile before just explaining that you need to go to the bathroom. He leaves you to your own devices as you quickly strut down a corridor connecting to the lobby. Much to your relief, the women's restroom is only a few steps away.

You quickly lean against the counter, catching your breath. Unfortunately, you don't have much time before a loud group of drunk girls is bombarding the place. You quickly make your way into one of the stalls to hide away.

"My God! Please tell me you guys saw her!" The girls take over the counter, making themselves at home as they lean in to fix their makeup in the mirror.

"Poor thing looks so pathetic ever since Hongjoong kicked her to the curb!" Your heart sinks at the girl's comment.

"I wonder how she even got past security. What a desperate whore."

"I'm surprised she's not more busy jacking off the next big associate for her run-down club!"

You wipe a tear that you can't stop from spilling over as their laughter jeers into your ears. Your mind goes numb, unaware of the buzzing coming from your phone in your purse. Then you notice all of the girls pulling out their phones as well, painted red lips left a gap.

"Well, speak of the devil..." You furrow your brow in confusion, frantically reaching for your own phone. Your stomach drops at the news notification.

'Breaking: New Audio Tape Leaked from Club-Owner Ex of ATEEZ's Hongjoong' the headline reads.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I invited you in if I was just going to cry over my ex..." You hear your own weepy voice come from the other side of the stall. Everything you told Jasper last night, all of your private feelings, are there for the world to hear now. And it hurt more than any rumor that anyone could ever make up about you.

And it hurt, even more, realizing that this is what Jasper was listening to on his phone this morning...

You push the stall door open, ignoring the surprised exclamations of the girls as you rush past them. You run down the hallway, face flushed and hot from the tears running down from your eyes. The sight before you when you get back to the lobby sends a dreadful feeling down your spine.

Every face is lit up by a phone screen, either laughing mockingly or gasping in surprise. You ignore the people that recognize you when you walk by them, despite how they jester to you like you're some kind of circus attraction. You finally find Jasper in the crowd and your blood boils.

You storm up to him, not caring who is watching.

Hell, you can't even deny it anymore, the whole city has been watching you this whole time. You could take the rumors, the bullying, the slander. Until Hongjoong was dragged into it, you saw it as nothing but worthless attempts by a bunch of people miserable with their own lives to cut you down, someone who built yourself from the ground up, someone willing to take on what others never can. But to have someone that you trusted give away something so personal to you... that's where you couldn't take it anymore.

So... you might as well give everyone a show if that's what they really want.

"How fucking could you?" You yell, knowing the crowd is starting to circle around the two of you. You fully expected Jasper to sneer back at you like all the tabloid hustlers do. You figured that's who he secretly was this whole time. But he just stumbled back while letting out a shaky breath.  

"(Y/n)... I'm so sorry. Listen, my brother convinced me to do it. He said we would make some extra cash and..."

"Well, your brother is a pig just like you!" You spit. He reaches for your shoulder, but you quickly step away from his grasp.

"I didn't know they would leak it right now!" You scoff at him.

"Oh... so you're just sorry you got caught." That's when you grab a drink from a  tray held by a waiter standing near you and throw it right in his face, enticing surprised sounds from everyone.  

"I hope it was worth it, asshole..." You say, defeated. The gasps and flash of phones from the crowd only fuel your fury as you stomp out of the building.

At least now you know you had some part in the next big headline about you.

~

With shaking fingers, you squeeze your pillow further into your chest. It hadn't fully hit you what you had done until you got back home. You're sure the video of the scene you had previously made was making its way around social media as you spoke, which is why you left your phone in the living room, long forgotten.

You suddenly realized that you had just done all that in Hongjoong's company building... at his group's party. You had probably just ruined the entire night... or even everything for him. After all that work you put in to make sure you never got in the way of his dreams, you still fucked it all up.

You allow yourself to let out a sob from deep within your chest, not fully registering the rain that had suddenly started to hammer against your bedroom window.

And you also almost didn't hear the pounding at your door. You chose to ignore it, figuring it might be some type of reporter that wanted to get the full scoop of tonight's events. It's not the first time this has happened but fortunately enough, they normally get tired and go away.

But the knocking persists. You sigh and get up to run them off, making a mental note that it's time to invest in some security measures.

"What the fuck could you possibly want..." You begin to rant as you swing the door open. You immediately silence yourself as you realize Hongjoong's dripping figure is in front of you.

"(Y/n)..." He whispers, almost pleadingly. You freeze, but then quickly gather yourself as you usher him inside. You check to make sure there isn't anyone else lurking before slamming the door behind you.

"What are you doing here? Are you crazy?" But all he does is wrap you in his soaking embrace, making you shiver as his wet clothes come in contact with your dry skin.

"I'm so sorry. That should have never happened to you." He says with his lips pressed right by your ear.

"Hongjoong, please. You shouldn't be here right now." You try to pry his arms off of you but it's no use. You end up giving in, burying your tear-stained face in his shoulder. You let him stroke your hair as all the emotions of the night finally exhaust you, making you further collapse into him.

"I'm really sorry," You sniffle out. "I didn't mean to ruin everything..."

"Hey, hey. You didn't do anything. It was... that idiot. I made sure security got his ass right away." He pulls you away by your shoulders to look at you, to which you continue to look into his eyes, apologetically. It's no surprise that he knows exactly what's on your mind.

"You don't have to explain anything. Don't worry, I'm not here for that." He assures you. You just nod, looking down at his suit as it continues to drip rainwater all over your floor.

"Jeez, Joong. You're going to get sick like this! Let me run you a bath." With that, you're leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. He lets a sheepish grin take a hold of his face.

"I missed you calling me that." Your face flushes, bringing heat to your icy cheeks.

"We'll talk about this in the morning..." You remark, guiding him into your connected bathroom. You turn the warm water on in your bathtub, pulling out a robe and towel for him before leaving him be.

You sit on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest but mentally kick yourself for letting him stay. If he hadn't shown up in the rain, you would have turned him away, but you knew you couldn't do that while he was in this state.

The sound of buzzing pulls you out of your contemplation. You look over to the source of the noise, confused as you remember your phone is still in the living room. But then you see that it's Hongjoong's phone. He must have left it on your nightstand when you were getting the bath ready.

You pick it up, skimming through all the notifications and your heart sinks when you see that they are all either text messages or missed phone calls. He must have walked out of the party...

That's when a particular message catches your eye.

'Look at you! Proud of you for standing up for your girl! It's about time someone in the industry says something...'

Furrowing your brow in curiosity, you open his search engine and quickly type in 'Hongjoong ATEEZ' to which you are greeted with several videos. You click on the first one, turning the volume down when it starts off with the sound of a loud crowd.

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Everything goes silent and your heart begins to pound as the person recording pans over to Hongjoong on the stage from tonight. The video had to have been taken only minutes after you had walked out.

"Cut the music!" The music from the new album pauses and you can feel the thick tension as if you are there yourself in that moment waiting for Hongjoong's next words.

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves, you know? (Y/n) is a human being... you all disgust me. You sit here and pick her apart as you buy into one tabloid after another and then when you finally see the truth... how hurt she really is, you still laugh at her? How would you feel if someone treated every detail of your personal life like it was just something to laugh about?" There's a pause with a couple remarks from the audience before he continues.

"I didn't get into this business for this. I thought this is what I loved... but it took everything I really loved from me." He looks behind him at his stunned members.

"I'm sorry... I've got some things to take care of. I'll see guys later." He addressed the boys as if the crowd isn't even there anymore... like they weren't the ones who owed the goodbye to. With that, he's placing the mic back on the stand and there's further commotion as he jumps off the stage, dodging some staff members before he takes off from the building.

Without thinking, your grip tightens around his phone and you barge into the bathroom. The water swishes around the tub as Hongjoong jumps at the sound of your entrance.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You yell, holding up the video for him to see.

"Gosh, I'm glad we're back in the talking stage but... do I have to remind you that coming in without knocking isn't a part of that?" He jokes.

"Why would you say all of that? The company is going to have your head for it!" You ignore his banter.

"(Y/n) do you really think I care about what the company has to say right now?"

"You should! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what? They fire me? And I finally get to do what I really love which is be with you?"

For a while, there is only silence as you let his statement wash over you. You sigh, letting your arm holding up his phone fall to your side.

"Joong..."

"(Y/n), come here." He pats the side of the tub, and you drag your heavy limbs over to sit on the edge. You do your best to hide your blush as his bare, toned form comes more into view... despite you having seen it plenty of times before. He lets his wet, but warm hand fall into your lap to grab your own.

"When will you see that You aren't a burden to me. You aren't what is getting in the way of my dream... you are my dream. You're everything that is important to me."

"But the night in the club, you said you wanted to give your heart out to people through your music..." You say faintly, to which he squeezes your hand.

"That was a different time, my love..." You feel your breath hitch at the name. "Sure, I still share my heart through the music I write, but you're the one who's really had it all this time. Even when we were apart, I thought of you every single moment in and out of the studio..."

He pulls your hand over to his lips and you finally look at him.

"I love you, (Y/n). And I want to do what I love for the people I love. For the boys, the fans, and you. Please don't let the rest of the world ruin what we created again."

That's when you finally accept the truth that you refused to see because your fear of hurting Hongjoong got in the way. It was the nastiness of the world, envious of the beautiful and rare love you two had, that was destroying him, not you.

"Okay, Hongjoong, I love you too." You say, a smile of relief cracking through your tired expression. He moves to sit on his knees so he can reach up and stroke your cheek.

"You seem like you could use a warm bath too." He comments, winking up at you. You giggle, but before you know it, your breath is caught in your throat as his fingers trace to the back of your neck to undo the clasp of your dress. His eyes never leave yours as you feel him pull the zipper down, cool air hitting your exposed back.

"By the way... you looked beautiful tonight." He notes, with a lustful rasp tinting his voice. You briefly get up to let the dress fall into a pool at your ankles, quickly discarding your matching undergarments soon after. All while Hongjoong is watching you with his hungry, yet loving gaze.

You sit back down on the edge of the tub, this time with your legs dipping into the water. Hongjoong hastily makes his way between them, letting his hands run up and down your sides as he pulls you in for a kiss. You can't help the whimper that breaks your voice as the familiar softness of his lips on yours takes over your senses after so long.

"God, I missed you baby." Hongjoong groans against you, sending waves of arousal straight to your core. He moves to latch his lips onto your neck before letting his tongue glide freely up the skin. You buck into him, moaning when your wet cunt brushes against his cock, which is now growing harder.

"Joong, please touch me..." You plead as you card your fingers through your hair while he continues to suck on your neck. You shiver as you feel him smirk against you.

"Whatever my baby wants." With that, his kiss ventures further down your body. He pays special attention to your chest, sucking dark marks into your collarbone before pushing your breasts together and taking both of your nipples into his mouth at the same time.

"Mmm, yes!" You cry out, shamelessly as he happily delves back into territory he's explored before. One of your hands travels to the hair at the nape of his neck, slightly tugging when you feel his fingers caress the skin of the sides of your breast, sucking you deeper into his mouth, already sending you into overdrive.

He soon lets go with a resonating pop before continuing to ravage you, this time pressing harsher kisses down your stomach.

"Tell me, princess..." He utters as he stops just below your bellybutton and right above where you need him the most. "Did you miss me? Miss me touching you like this?"

You bite your lips as he scoots away to grab one of your ankles before pressing a kiss to the inside of it. You watch with lidded eyes as his lips travel further up your leg before stopping again at your inner thigh. He looks back up at you, waiting for your answer. You realize he won't continue unless you respond to him.

"Yes, Joongie... missed it so fucking much." You whimper, your hips rising to get closer to his face. He flashes you a smile before placing both of your thighs over his shoulders.

"Okay baby, hang tight." He finally lets his mouth hover over your core, his hot breath fanning against you makes you whine as you steady yourself by gripping the tub at either side of you. Your head becomes foggy at the first swipe of his tongue up your folds.

"Joong!" You moan, throwing your head back as he wastes no time in latching his lips onto your clit, moaning as your taste floods his tongue again. He grips your thighs, pulling them tighter around his head as he dives further into you. You can't help but start to grind against his tongue a little, pleasure taking over your mind. Every single worry you have slips away as they begin to be replaced with only thoughts of the man currently devouring you like he's been starved for ages.

"Baby, fuck! Don't stop!" Your grip tightens around the tub as he starts to lap circles around your clit. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and Hongjoong can feel it too, sensing the movement of your walls clenching around nothing.

"Good girl, cum on my tongue for me. You can do it." His words and a few more laps of his tongue are all you need to fall over the edge. You let out one last breathy moan as he guides your shaking legs down from his shoulders, finally pulling you into the tub with him.

The water has a slight chill now but the warmth of Hongjoong's body makes up for it. You gather his lips back up in a kiss, tasting yourself on him as you straddle his lap. He pulls you as close as he can to him before letting his hands wonder down to squeeze your ass, making you moan into him.

Being with him like this after so long should feel strange, but it's like you two never left each other. It felt good just being able to pick up where you left off. You pull away to look into his eyes and you're met with his wide grin.

"What is it, my love?" He coos, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face.

"You still need to wash up." You tease, making him chuckle. The air becomes thick with overbearing sweetness. Hongjoong drops his lusty act as he runs shampoo through your hair, then wiping away the messy tear stains from the night as he washed your face, placing a kiss on each of your cheeks. Finally, he's messaging your body with some wash, making all the tension in your muscles fade away.

You gladly return the favor, keening when he leans his head back and close his eyes as you run warm water through his scalp with the shower head.

"Thanks for taking care of me, princess..." He whispers in a soft tone.

"I should be thanking you." You giggle, but then you tense up when you scoot closer to him, making your folds brush against his hard cock again. You both groan and his hands go flying to your hips.

"Sorry... got caught up in everything." You apologize. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips to your temple.

"It's alright, baby. I could wait on you for centuries..." He coos. You shake your head.

"I'm not gonna make you wait a second more, Joong." With that, you start grinding your hips on him as you place the shower head back behind you. His head immediately lulls back against the tub as his grip on your hips tightens.

"Fuck, baby..." He moans before you reach down and guide his cock into you. You begin to bounce up and down his length, ignoring the movement of the water it makes. Hongjoong sits up more, wrapping his arms around you to be close with you once again. You moan as the angle makes his tip message your sweet spot with each movement of your hips, but you want to focus on making him feel good. So you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, pouring out all of the love that you never stopped feeling for him.

"I missed you so much," He whispers against your lips. "Please don't ever leave again..."

His words tug at your heart so you kiss his forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere ever again, Joong." You vow.

"We'll figure everything out, don't worry. I'll talk to the company again if you want me to, I know that's what you..." You shush him, hugging him to your chest.

"Don't worry about that, baby. Just feel good right now, okay?" He hums, nuzzling closer to your breasts. He takes to opportunity to suck on one of your nipples again, making you clench around him.

"Oh, fuck!" He cries out, so you do it again for him.

"I love you so fucking much, (Y/n). So fucking tight..." He slurs, letting pleasure overtake him.

"I love you too, baby. Shhh, you're doing so well." His hold tightens on you even more at your praises. With a few more bounces, he comes undone inside of you. He cranes his neck up to kiss you again, moaning into your mouth as he rides out his high.

You keep up the pace you've set, combing your your fingers through his damp hair. When he's finished he settles you down onto his lap by splaying his hands over your thighs. He thanks you by adorning your lips in a series of loving pecks.

"Come on, let's get out of here." After one last kiss you get up off of his lap, climbing out of the tub with him following behind you.

Between kisses and giggles you both dry each other off with soft towels. He wraps one around your shoulders, pulling you to him so he can nuzzle his nose into yours. But the insatiable look returns to his eyes...

Before you know it, he's scooping you up in his arms as you yelp in surprise. He carries you out of the bathroom and over to your bed before laying you down gently.

"Hongjoong! What are you..." you go silent as he sits beside you on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs apart. You both stare in awe as you watch some of his cum gush out of you.

"Fuck, that's the hottest thing..." Hongjoong groans, dipping a finger into your entrance.

"Joong!" You jump at his touch, reminding you of how sensitive you still are. But it's short lived as he spreads the mix of your arousals across your clit, and your body begins to buzz with pleasure again. Hongjoong leans down right beside your ear as he continues to rub your clit, building up the knot in your core again.

"You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you, baby." He breathes before taking the shell of your ear in between his teeth and moving two fingers to be inside you. The room fills with the wet sound of his fingers pounding your cunt, making you cry out.

"Will you be a good girl and let me give you more of my cum?" He muses. That's when you turn your head to see his lap where his cock is already hard and ready to go again, the sight of him dripping out of you doing just the job for him. You go to respond but the pads of his fingers rub up against your sweet spot while his thumb finds your clit, so all you do is nod.

He takes his hand away, but not before gathering a bit of the mixed essences on his fingertips. He sends you a dark look as he guides his fingers over to your lips.

"Open." He commands, simply. You let your lips part, welcoming his fingers in, and moan as the taste of his cum, as well as yours,  washes over your tongue.

"Mmm, what a good girl." He praises, before taking his fingers out and replacing it with his tongue, sighing into you when he also gets a taste.  

"What would the tabloids think if they knew you were such a dirty girl for me?" Hongjoong teases as he presses his forehead against yours. "Why don't we tell them and give them something to really talk about, huh?"

You can't help but moan at his words, to which he responds with that signature sexy laugh of his.

"Come here, pretty girl, you're so cold. Let me warm you up..." He pulls back the covers so you can get under them. You lie back down on your pillow as he climbs on top of you, pulling the duvet back over the two of you. You're so relaxed and warm between the soft sheets and Hongjoong's body that his cock slips easily back into you. The two of you moan, arms wrapping around each other, desperate to be as close to one another as possible after countless moments apart.

He doesn't hold back at all, beginning right off with deep strokes into you, determined to make up for all the lost time. You wrap your legs around him, raking your nails down his back as every thrust brings you closer to bliss.

"I love you, Hongjoong." You gasp out, overwhelmed by the love in the room.

"Shh, baby I love you too." One of his hands sneaks down to grab one of your thighs wrapped around him while the other supports his weight as it rests above your head, stroking your hair.

"You have my heart. I'm not gonna let you run off with it ever again." He says, before leaning in to kiss you. You shake your head, assuring him that it's something he wouldn't ever have to worry about again.

You let yourself drown in his presence, focusing on every stroke of his cock against your drenched walls while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear and showers you with kisses. It doesn't take much more than that to get you to cum for him again, calling out his name through the euphoria.

"Fuck, baby. Good job..." He praises you when he feels you clench around him. With a few more thrusts into your tightness, you feel the familiar warmness of his cum filling you up again. He moans into your neck, making sure to give you every last drop of him before pulling out with one last sweet kiss to your lips.

He quickly gathers you in his arms, still set on being close to you as if you'll slip away from him any moment. You latch onto him as if the same thing will happen with him as well.

But then he kisses your forehead and whispers...

"We're gonna be okay, you and I."

And you know it's true.

Hello and thank you for reading! This is a repost of the most recent work from my old blog to get my new one started! Please reblog, comment, and interact if you enjoyed! :)

[destiny-fics]

The Diamond-Kang Yeosang

[Demon!Kang Yeosang x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: smut, angst, crying, yelling, arguments, the reader gives Ateez the silent treatment for a while, Yeosang is the sweetest person ever, sub!Yeosang, dom!reader, riding, making out, face sitting, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap, praise kink, yeosang gets called baby, please forgive me I'm being self indulgent again.

Taglist: @treasure-hwa @vitrealislux @breezy-simp @bucky-thorin-winchester @scuzmunkie @hoohoohope @knucklesdeepmingi @fairygirl18 @giulianacelestino @craxy-person @sweetsojudreams @mork-ly @woahitsguin @wtfjongseong

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Read

"I can't believe you y/n."

You sighed, playing gently with Yunho's fingers as you sat in his lap, not looking at Honjoong. After Yunho had cleaned you up he'd called Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Hongjoong to come over and you'd facetimed Yeosang, Mingi, Jongho and San, ready to talk to them about what had happened with the enchantress earlier in the day.

"I'm sorry Joong."

"Are you? I told you that we were handling it and you went behind our backs and saw the Enchantress anyway," he turned to Wooyoung who was situated in Seonghwa's lap, mirroring you and Yunho "and you. Wooyoung you went behind our backs and gave y/n the Enchantress' address, even when we told you not to."

"It's not his fault Hongjoong," you met the man's eyes for the first time since he'd arrived in your bedroom, "I practically begged him to give me the address. I couldn't sit by and not help you and I found something! We can get you out of this."

"But you'll lose your memory of us," Seonghwa, who hadn't spoken up until this point, hummed as he rubbed Wooyoung's shoulders gently.

"We don't want that to happen y/n," San's voice sounded through the phone, "you mean a lot to us."

"I don't want that to happen either," you sighed, rubbing your eyes "but if it's the only way to get you guys out of the contract then I'm okay with it. Like Yunho said, I can learn to love you again." Yunho kissed the side of your head softly and you smiled. Hongjoong, on the other hand, was still pacing, fingers twisting through his hair. "Hongjoong..." you reached you hand towards him, "I'm okay."

He stopped his pacing to look at you, eyes wild and full of concern mixed in with his anger, "But you might not have been! Y/n don't you understand how dangerous that woman is? She's a danger to us and we're much more powerful than a human like you."

Your mouth dropped open and you blinked at him, did he think that you weren't able to take care of yourself? "what's that supposed to mean?"

Hongjoong paled and shook his head, "No, y/n that isn't what I meant."

"Then what did you mean? What exactly is a human like me Hongjoong? You think I can't take care of myself? Because I was fine today, more than fine actually and I found out more information in one afternoon than any of you have been able to find out in years."

"And that solution may just happen to cause you to lose every, single memory you have of us y/n! And that's if we can prove to her that we love you...if we even love you in the first place."

A gasp sounded through the phone and you knew it came from Mingi, coupled with Seonghwa's warning "Hongjoong," but the man kept talking.

Hongjoong was shaking now, face red. "I mean why would we love you? Do you even love us? It seems like you only call us when you want sex, is that all we are to you? Just something you can use to get off." Yunho squeezed your waist in an attempt to tell you that he knew the weren't like that for you and you avoided looking at Seonghwa and Wooyoung, who were wide eyed in shock and the phone screen where you knew the other men would look the same. You felt hot, angry tears brimming in the corners of your eyes but you were determined not to cry, not now. Not in front of Hongjoong.

"Get out." Your voice was much stronger than you had thought it would be. "If you don't love me? Fine. I don't care. Just get out."

"You don't mean...?" Wooyoung's voice was quiet.

"I mean it. All of you, get out. I want you to leave." The angry tears were beginning to fall and you stood up out of Yunho's lap, wiping your eyes. "Go."

Wooyoung went to rush to you but Seonghwa pulled him back, shaking his head, "No, Woo. If she wants us to go, we need to go."

"No...Hwa," Wooyoung looked up at him, tears collecting in his eyes "no..."

"She'll call us when she's ready. But for now, she needs us to go."

Wooyoung shook his head again but stayed close to Seonghwa, Yunho hanging up the phone before going to stand with them. Seonghwa snapped his fingers and the three of them disappeared, leaving you with Hongjoong. He had stopped shaking and there were tears streaming down his cheeks, "Y/n I- I didn't mean it. I'm just-" you shook your head.

"Go, Hongjoong. Please. I need to be alone." You looked away from him and properly let yourself cry after he had left.

~

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since you'd visited the Enchantress. Three weeks since you'd summoned Yunho. Three weeks since you and Hongjoong had fought.

Three weeks since you'd spoken to any of them.

It hurt, of course. It hurt more than anything. But you were filled with self doubt after what Hongjoong had said. Was that really how they felt about you? Like you were just using them to get off? That you were only interested because they were sex demons?

You hadn't blocked any of their numbers so your phone was blowing up with texts and calls from all of them. Apologies upon apologies from Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Reassurances from Wooyoung and San and Yunho that they did care about you and they knew that you didn't think of them the way Hongjoong had said. Sweet messages from Mingi and Jongho and Yeosang trying to make you feel somewhat normal, to cheer you up and fill the eight demon sized hole in your heart.

You never answered the calls or messages, but every night you would sit on the floor in your living room and listen to the voicemails they had sent you that day, tears streaming down your face. You wanted to talk to them again, you really did, but you also needed space. This felt like a compromise almost. You put the phone up to your ear as the first message started.

"Princess," it was Hongjoong "I know you don't want to talk to me and that's okay, I said some awful, completely untrue things about you. We don't think that you want us just because we're sex demons, that you're using us to get off. You're smart and you're beautiful and you're funny and you're so so brave. Much braver than I am and much braver than I will ever be. You've taken all of this in stride so well even if it's not exactly a normal arrangement," he sighed. "If you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But please, don't keep doing this to the others. Wooyoung is losing his mind. He's loved you since the moment he saw you y/n, and the rest of us aren't far behind him. Just please, talk to them. For me."

You sighed, feeling your throat already becoming tight with sadness. You clicked to the next voice message and felt some tears slip from your eyes as Wooyoung's desperate voice rung through your speakers.

"Y/n, my love please call me back, please please. Hongjoong was wrong, we do love you. I love you. I just want to hear your voice again, please," he was crying and you could hear both Yeosang and San on the other end trying to soothe him, "please just call me, y/n. I love you."

You jumped back from your phone as it began to ring, wiping your tears. You looked down to see Yeosang's name across your screen. You sighed and pressed the answer button, bringing your phone back to your ear. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Yeosang's voice was slightly panicked "I'm so sorry, I told him not to go to you."

"What?" You jumped as you heard a bang on your door, "Yeosang what's happening?"

"Wooyoung, he," another bang at your door. You got up and began to walk over to the door, "Seonghwa took away our ability to directly go to your house until you were ready to speak to us again and Wooyoung. He took a taxi."

"Y/n, my love," Wooyoung's voice sounded through the door. "Please let me in. Please."

"Oh my god he didn't," you said to Yeosang and he sighed.

"He did. I'm so sorry, I'll send Seonghwa to get him. You don't have to let him in."

"Please don't listen to anything Yeosang says my love," you almost laughed at Wooyoung's timing, "just please, I need to hear your voice."

"It's okay Yeosang, I'll let him in."

"I'll still get Seonghwa to come get him."

You laughed softly and Yeosang smiled so much he was sure you were able to see it through the phone line. "Okay. It was nice hearing your voice again Yeosang."

"You too y/n. Thank you for letting Wooyoung in."

"Thank you for calling me in warning."

Yeosang laughed and you hung up before making your way to the door "Wooyoung?"

You were able to hear the shaky sigh Wooyoung let out and it broke your heart. "Y/n?"

"I'm going to let you in okay? Just until Seonghwa comes to get you."

"Okay, please...please."

You closed your eyes briefly before opening the door to a sobbing Wooyoung.

"Oh Wooyoung," you took his hand to bring him inside your apartment and into your arms. The two of you sank to the floor as you began to cry into each other's arms, overwhelmed by the feeling of being in each other's presence again.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Seonghwa said you needed space but I just missed you so much. I needed you."

"It's okay Woo," you stroked his hair gently, "I needed you too."

"You did?"

"Of course I did Wooyoung."

"And...and you're not mad at Hongjoong? He didn't mean any of that y/n, he's just worried about you and he's scared. He hasn't...he doesn't...he's not great at feelings."

You huffed a soft laugh, "I could tell. And no, I'm not mad. I know he didn't mean it, but it still hurt me Woo. I don't know if I'm ready to talk to him just yet."

"But me?"

"I'm definitely ready to talk to you Wooyoung."

And that's what you did. You and Wooyoung talked on the floor in the entrance of your apartment until he fell asleep in your lap, your hands carding through his hair.

"I'm not surprised he's asleep," you jumped at the sound of Seonghwa's voice and turned your head to see the man standing in your doorway a small smile on his face. "He hasn't been sleeping much since...well you know."

You nodded, motioning for Seonghwa to join you and Wooyoung on the floor. He sat next to you and pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's forehead. "I'm so sorry Hwa, I never meant to hurt him...to hurt any of you. I just...Joong really hurt me."

"I know," Seonghwa sighed "I should have stopped him. He was just worried and scared though, you know that right?"

You nodded "I've listened to all his voicemails. I'm not mad anymore, I just...I think I need to talk to him about it. Just us. Not yet," Seonghwa nodded.

"But soon?"

You smiled softly down at Wooyoung's sleeping figure.

"But soon."

~

Over the next week you slowly began to add each of the boys back into your life. It was easy for you to do it with Jongho, Mingi, San and Yeosang and of course Wooyoung, after that night. You and Yunho had spent the whole next day together and you and Seonghwa the day after.

You had needed a day in between to prepare for your day with Hongjoong.

There had been tears, plenty of them. And lots of hugs...and love making. But between all the crying and hugging and love making, you and Hongjoong had been able to do a lot of talking and were now on the same page. And you were now sporting a pretty heart locket around your neck and Hongjoong as your official boyfriend. Wooyoung had been annoyed that Hongjoong had asked you out before he got a chance to and promptly asked you out right after, to which you obviously replied with a yes. It was nice, having them all back in your life. You felt normal, even if there had been a shift in the way the nine of you were interacting.

"You know," Hongjoong hummed as the two of you sat on your balcony, his head in your lap, fingers twisting through the soft strands, "while I wish it never happened, I think we're all stronger because of our fight."

"Me too. I mean, I hated it, but I don't know if I hate the change it brought upon us. I mean, I have two boyfriends now right?"

Hongjoong laughed softly "You know the others are dying to be added to that list right? I'm pretty sure I overheard Seonghwa practising how to ask you out with his Star Wars Lego."

"Aww, that's so cute," you scratched Hongjoong's scalp gently, making him sigh. "And you're okay with that? You don't mind them asking me out? You don't mind me finishing the contract with them?"

"Why would I? They're my boyfriends too y/n."

"Yeah, but still."

Hongjoong kissed your thigh gently, "you could summon Yeosang right now and I wouldn't care. I'd ask to stay and watch if I were allowed to." He rolled himself out of your lap and then on top of you, pressing his hips into yours gently.

You giggled and rolled your eyes and looking your arms around his neck "I was thinking about it, summoning Yeosang. Tonight."

"Then you should. I think he might surprise you." Hongjoong grinned, grinding into you again to make you gasp.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

~

You spent more time than you cared to admit getting ready to summon Yeosang, making sure that everything was perfect. Your bed, your room, your apartment, you hair. Anything you could think of. And when you thought that everything was exactly the way it should be, you sat on your bed and flipped the card, smiling when a very confused Yeosang materialised in front of you.

"Y/n? You called me?"

You blinked in confusion, smile fading "Of course I called you, why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're with Wooyoung and Hongjoong? And probably Seonghwa and Yunho too, I don't really know. So why..." he looked at the ground "why would you want me?"

"You're kidding right?" You stood up and went over to Yeosang, "Yeosang why wouldn't I want you? You're smart, like so so smart. And you're kind and beautiful," you tilted his chin up so that he was looking at you "you're gorgeous Yeosang. You're everything I want. I want all of you, equally."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do."

Yeosang smiled softly and nodded "Okay."

You giggled softly "Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

You laughed again and it made Yeosang laugh too, his arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him. Pecking you lips gently

"You're too sweet for your own good Yeosang."

He raised an eyebrow "Isn't that a good thing? We can't all be the dom all the time y/n, I think we'd die."

You hummed in surprise "Wait. You're a sub? You don't exactly seem the type."

"I can be both y/n," he grinned, kissing you deeply. You sighed softly into his mouth and drsped your arms over his shoulders. Yeosang grinned as he pulled away, lips ghosting over yours. "Which Yeosang would you like? Would you like me to bend you over, fuck you so hard you see stars and can only remember my name?" You shivered and it made Yeosang grin again and his voice came out whiny when he spoke next "Or do you want me to beg for you? I can beg so nicely, Seonghwa tells me all the time. I can please you sweetheart, I'll be so good."

You gasped softly and Yeosang began to leave butterfly kisses against your neck, humming as you twisted his hair around your fingers. "What Yeosang would you like to give me baby?"

He whined into your neck, bucking his hips into yours, already beginning to grow hard "I think you know."

You giggled and tilted your head back to give Yeosang more access, moaning quietly when he started to kiss your neck with fever, sucking small purple marks into the skin. "Then you can my baby, you can give me whatever Yeosang you want."

"Your baby," he mumbled into your neck, fingers twitching on your hips. You grinned and tugged his hair gently, grin widening when you heard him moan and felt his hips buck into yours again. You weren't exactly used to taking a dominant role, especially with your demons, so you weren't exactly sure if you were doing it right, but Yeosang seemed to be responding well. And it felt good, even with your total lack of experience.

"Exactly baby. Now," you began to lead him towards your bed and sat him down on the edge of it, climbing on top of him. He was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and it was making your heart flutter. "How would you like to fuck me tonight Yeosang?"

"Can I..." he gulped "I mean, can you...? Can we?"

You smiled "It's okay, take your time."

"Ride me? Please?"

"I can do that," your voice was soft and Yeosang was certain that you were some sort of sex demon, not him. You began to grind your hips on top of him slowly and he gasped, eyelids fluttering. "You won't need to prep me."

"N-no?"

You shook your head, beginning to unbutton Yeosang's shirt slowly, before lifting your own shirt off and exposing your pretty purple lingerie to him. His eyes widened and he gulped. If he wasn't rock hard before then he definitely was now. You'd worn that for him...only for him.

"Why?"

"Because Joong fucked me earlier. He stretched me out nice and good for you."

Yeah. Yeosang was convinced that you were a sex demon too. How were you so good at this? You were wondering the same thing. But it felt so nice being like this with Yeosang. You could get used to it.

"He did?"

"Mhm. Got me ready to sit on your dick."

"Please do it, please y/n. Please I've waited so long to have you like this. Please please please." You giggled softly and moved back so you could take off your shorts and panties, before doing the same with Yeosang's jeans and boxers. You slid your soaking pussy against Yeosang's cock and he moaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows. "Please y/n, please please please!"

"As you wish," You smiled and leaned down to peck his lips before sitting back up and easing Yeosang's cock into your entrance, the two of you groaning as he filled you to the brim. "Mmm fuck Yeosang...that's good."

"Yeah? Am I good for you?"

"So good for me baby."

Yeosang was about half a second away from blowing his load inside of you and he was utterly embarrassed about it. He was a sex demon! And he was seriously about to cum from your wet, wet... walls and their vice grip on his cock. He knew he was done for when you began bouncing on top of him, little moans being pulled out of you everytime you sat fully on him. It was so good. You were so good. You were everything Yeosang dreamed of.

"Y/n...fuck~" his voice was whiny, but no less deep than before "fuck I'm going to cum. I'm so so sorry. You're just so good!"

"It's okay Yeosang. You can cum for me, cum for me my baby."

Yeosang screwed his eyes shut and moaned deeply as he came, filling you with ropes upon ropes of his cum. You continued to fuck yourself on top of him, slowing down when he began to whine in overstimulation.

"How was that my baby?"

"So good," he was panting quietly "but you didn't cum."

"That's okay," Yeosang shook his head and ran his finger over his lips.

"No, it's not. Sit on my face."

"I'm sorry?"

Yeosang's eyes widened and he blushed, "I mean, you don't have to, I just...you should cum too. And Hongjoong and Seonghwa always go on about how good you taste, I want to taste you too. But we don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, Yeosang. I want to sit on your face. Just...are you sure?"

He nodded, "Yes, please. Come up here, let me taste you."

You smiled and slipped Yeosang out of you, the two of you moaning at the feeling, before you moved to hover over his face, gasping when he licked his cum off your thigh. "You ready baby?"

He nodded "Please please, sit on my face."

You lowered yourself onto Yeosang's face gently, gasping again when he pulled you flush against his mouth and began to eat you out like a man starved. He was moaning and groaning into your hole, tongue pushing against the entrance as he slurped at your hole and clit, determined to make you cum with his tongue, all over his face. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you rode his face, feeling so close to the edge from the combination of everything Yeosang had done and was currently doing.

His dirty talk was what pushed you over the edge, he pulled away from you pussy to whisper a small "Please cum on my face lovely, all over me y/n. I want it so bad." And you were cumming all over his face, grinding on his mouth as you rode out your orgasm. You pulled off his face and moved next to him, Yeosang immediately pulling you into a cuddle pile, face pressed into your shoulder.

"Can I be your boyfriend too?" He mumbled, making you laugh.

"You really want to be?" You smiled, scratching his scalp gently and laughing again when he nodded.

"Yeah, I do. I almost broke the rules and went with Wooyoung to you that night."

"I wouldn't have been upset if you did."

"You wouldn't?"

"No."

He moved to look at you "So boyfriend?"

You laughed softly and nodded, pecking his lips. "Boyfriend. But maybe take me on a date?"

Yeosang nodded and pressed his face back into your neck, "Yeah I can do that."

You smiled and felt yourself begin to drift off. Yeosang not to far behind you. You knew he'd be gone in the morning, but you weren't going to let it bother you too much. You were determined to stay here in the moment, with Yeosang.

Letting yourself stop worrying about what might happen if the boys couldn't prove to the enchantress that they truly loved you.

And what might happen even if they did.

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most, if not all of these works are NSFW (minors please don't interact) some of these works also contain heavy topics- please read at ur own caution : )

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->1 0 : 1 1 p m by @karibear - felix x reader (smut)

-> hyunjin + choking by @hynjnhwng - hyunjin x reader (smut)

-> ✰ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐤𝐳. by @cartierbin - ot8 x reader (one shot smut)

-> F&MU by @charmercharm3r - felix x reader (smut & fluff)

-> [02:12 am - chan] by @stay-corner -bang chan x reader (smut)

-> illogical by @chxncinth - bang chan x reader (smut)

-> [03:16 am - chan] by @stay-corner - bang chan x reader (smut)

-> Naive Nature by @ch4nb4ng - bang chan x reader (smut) -> mirrors and lights — by @lix-ables - yang jeongin x reader (smut)

-> chan hard thoughts by @chvnnie - bang chan x reader (smut)

other:

-> ALREADY WON — ☆ by @ihugjakey - jake sim x reader (fluff)

-> NO HANDS | Y.KH by @bakubae - yoon keeho x reader

-> keeho x idol!reader !* by @wonwoosh - yoon keeho x reader (fluff & angst)

-> 2:50 pm // by @bakubae - yoon keeho x reader (smut)

->- “daddy” // s.jy by @lvnarhees - jake sim x reader (smut)

-> after game (m) by @jaeyunsz - jake x reader (smut & fluff)

-> [5:28] by @riboism - honjoong (ateez) x reader (smut)

-> CUM TIL’ YOU CRY : SJY by @tangledbutterflies - jake sim x reader (smut)

-> Reality’s boring by @sup-dallyboy - hongjoong x reader (smut)

series:

-> unrequited

-> unmatched

.｡.:*☆ both the above series are by @jl-micasea-fics and they are absolutely amazing !! one of my absolute favourite pieces i've ever read. (lee know x reader)- contains smut, fluff and heavy angst (see tw's before you read it)

->this whole masterlist

.｡.:*☆ the series (?) above is by @blu-joons-joo and it's absolutely adorable ! literally for all my babies out there who love fluff (and a bit of suggestiveness)- it'll drive u delusional

-> my heart bel♡ngs to daddy 

.｡.:*☆this series is by @yunjardi and is SO good !! jake is to DIE FOR and him and the reader together are just so delicious <3

-> by my side

.｡.:*☆this series is by @noramoons and the concept of it is amazing, it's also written really well !! can't wait for the next parts

-> e x p e r i e n c e d

.｡.:*☆this series is by @ballelino who's one of my favourite writers on tumblr! the series is one of the best, along with alot of her others- if you ever get the chance to check out wedding season (lee know x reader) by her aswell : )

-> i. harness & ii.love & iii. play .｡.:*☆ this series is by @btssmutgalore and when i tell you its sheet clenching, panty wetting, eyerolling and neck snapping- dont take it lightly. it's everything ive ever personally wanted and i swear its SO worth the read.

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if you have any other recommendations, shoot me a message and i'll be sure to check it out ! enjoy !!

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love, froggy

[heterotragedies]

( 505 ) 001 | 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 11.5k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: artist hongjoong + trust fund baby female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, brat taming, body writing, orgasm control, age gap (5-6 years), petnames (doll & baby)

𝐞𝐱𝐭: first installment of 505! based on @atzsslut's kink headcanon.

𝟓𝟎𝟓 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

.˚ ₍🗒₎ ꒰ © 𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒱

“The Dragonfly” at The Modern Art Museum

 11 West 53 Street, Manhattan

July 15 & 16, 10:30 am to 5:30 pm

You read off the invitation letter that found its way into your mailbox a month ago. 

That day you were sitting on your kitchen island, the stone cold against the bare skin of your thighs. But the feeling was welcomed nonetheless; it provided some sort of relief to the stinging strain of your thigh muscles. 

“Babe!” Hongjoong called, his slippers slapping against the floorboards as he skitters down the direction of the kitchen.

Your lover slips his crumpled shirt off his shoulders and onto the ground. He put that button up shirt on haphazardly earlier on his way to get the mail– didn’t even bother to close it, opting to walk out the door with fresh red and purple flowers blooming from his neck down to his chest.

He stands in between your legs and steals the tall glass of apple juice from your hands in exchange for the black envelope he pulled out from your mailbox . You spot gold text at the back of the square that reads ‘MoMA’ and your eyes immediately snap to his own excited ones.

A month later you’re sitting on a luxurious hotel bed, surrounded by gigantic pillows and burrowed in the downy soaked duvet. The parchment sits in front of you, stark ink elegantly curling and curving to form words. 

An incense burned on the table across you, the smoke wafting up and disappearing before reaching the high ceilings of the suite. The room smells of Japanese roses, Hongjoong’s favourite scent because it’s the same scent he met you with. Your favourite was white sage, because it reminds you of your lover: bright, refreshing and comforting. 

A mirror sits on the wall above the table and you stare at your reflection. Barely dressed, full face of makeup, and hair tousled into a mess. Beautiful, Hongjoong would say. You’d agree with him, you are beautiful. Especially with the way your makeup was done, deep red eyeshadow smudged under your eyes, extended out into a sharp wing and a sweet romantic gloss over your lips. 

Yet, you were troubled. Gnawing on your painted lips, you were gorgeously troubled. Laid out in front of you are two stunning dresses. 

To your right was a fern green silk dress. One you bought just yesterday, forcing the cab to stop and rushing out when you spotted it displayed in a boutique. It’s backless, strappy and glossy, everything that gets your gears turning in a dress. The ribbons would criss and cross over your back, tight and soft against your skin. It was long, draping down to your shins with a risque slit cutting down from your left hip. Yes, hip. The band of your thong would have no choice but to peek out if you chose to wear it. 

Now, on your left is a little black dress that hugged your curves oh so addictingly. When you first put it on, Hongjoong was mesmerised. His fingers were drawn to your waist as if they were opposite poles of a magnet. The black cloque ended right where your thighs began. The smallest move would flash your ass out to the crowd. Just how you like it. A gold chain belt would wrap loosely on your waist, cinched and catching the eyes of whoever dared to look. 

Another important thing to note was that Honjoong chose this dress for today. He dragged you out shopping and spent nearly hours touring the city square in search of the best suit and dress for this event. And the best they were indeed. A perfect match for each other yet both so unique in their own ways.

But of course, to your overtly idiosyncratic boyfriend they ‘didn’t scratch his itch’, he said for lack of a better term. 

So the first week was spent measuring your bodies, each fraction of an inch counted. The second was for finding the problems of the pieces. Week three was what you called ‘trial and error’; every single day you’d be ushered into a studio to make the tiniest adjustments on your dress. Putting it on and slipping it off nearly eight times a day. 

And it was on the fourth week when Hongjoong got the call from the tailors confirming that your outfits were done. When asked if any of that was necessary, he turned to you and firmly said something akin to ‘of course’. 

“Because, there’s no one like you, no one like me. No one like us.”

“You’re not yet dressed?” 

There’s the man of the hour. Stepping out of the bathroom, Hongjoong holds the towel on his waist, his hair sopping wet and dribbling. Drip, drip, dripping water all over the carpet. You hate it. The droplets making home on the carpet where they aren’t supposed to be. The annoying circular spots of wetness you’ll step on by chance. And with one glare from you, your boyfriend walks back inside the bathroom to retrieve another towel.

“You look beautiful by the way.” 

Oh what a sight. Hongjoong bare from the waist up, his skin glistening with water and his bicep flexing with every time he scrubs the towel on his head. The tattoo on his arm catches your eye as it always does. 

‘NO1LIKEME’

Inked on his bicep in gothic lettering. So like him, eccentric and unlike any other. He isn’t afraid to be bold or express himself. Be colourful, be loud, or take up space. And you love him. Every single aspect of him. You’d even kiss his personality if you could. But you couldn’t, and there’s something so upsetting about not being able to lay your love on all of him. How your most favourite part of him was something you couldn’t physically come in contact with. It’s maddening. 

“Thank you.” You throw him a simple smile, his favourite.

Actually… everything about you is his favourite. The way you bite your nails when you bid a high price on a set of rubies that you’ll probably only wear once (you won the bid, and he was right, you only wore it once because it didn’t ‘fit your aesthetic’). Or your tipsy walk where you keep your head down and focus on walking in a straight line, chanting ‘don’t look drunk’ out loud when you think you’re only saying it in your mind.

The point is, you love each other, so much it’s near overwhelming.

You also love Hongjoong’s ass (and Hongjoong, yours). So can you really be blamed for whistling at him when he drops the towel on the ground? His plump rear just out for you to ogle. 

“Marvellous.”

“I’d highly appreciate it if you don’t whisper like that while looking at my ass.”

He throws you a playful glare and grabs his underwear from the dresser to block his precious buns from your predatory gaze.

“Really? When you have an ass like Perseus?”

“Never say that again.”

“Why not? Perseus had an ass that clapped like thunder.”

Your lover pauses, mind halting at the words that tumbled oh so casually off your lips. Sometimes Hongjoong forgets he’s almost ten years older than you– ‘eight years!’ you’d always correct him. 

He met you at one of his exhibitions two years ago. You were blooming with youth and staring in awe at his most recent piece. He watched you from the second storey of the gallery, scuttling around looking for the manager. Making sharp turns and circling the entire floor almost five times, Hongjoong wondered what you needed that urgently to be racing around at that pace. 

Sure it was entertaining– watching you click clack across the halls like a little mouse and he was a hawk, but he saw you whip dangerously close to his stained glass sculpture and he felt his heart fall to his ass. So he had to intervene.

You wanted to buy his painting and fought tooth and nail with the artist himself to grab it off the wall and put it on yours. Hongjoong liked that. Your vigour and strongheaded-ness. Somehow along the process of commissioning a painting from him, you two ended up going on dates and giving each other little trinkets of affection. 

Your relationship was not odd, not at all. But there have been people who questioned you two. Of course, Hongjoong looked nothing like his age, it seemed as if he was barely over twenty-five. However, once thirty-three escapes his lips, all eyes suddenly turn to you with one question in mind.

“Is he your sugar daddy?”

The idea was just the farthest thing from the truth. In fact, you were even richer than him when you first met. He has never in his life met anyone who was more willing to write him a cheque for thirty-six million won for a partially dry painting. It all made sense later when he found out you were a trust fund baby. With your father owning several hospitals and mother being the president of a mobile network company. That near forty million didn’t even make a dent in your bank account.

“Please just get dressed.” he sighs.

You don’t respond. 

Odd, Hongjoong thought, you were never quiet. He turns to look at you and you’re already staring back with a pout and glittery eyes. 

He knows that look. You first gave it to him when you asked about taking home his painting. And again on your first date where he ended up on your bed and you held his wrist to make him stay. One more time just yesterday when you stood in front of the boutique window, practically kneeling and asking if you could get the dress.

You want something.

“What?” 

Your arm slithers out of the duvet cocoon you’re wrapped up in and draws circles on the silk dress splayed in front of you.

“Can I wear this?” 

You stare at his half naked form, gaze switching from him to the clothing rack behind him. Where his newly ironed, black and gold suit hung. His blazer was dark as a starless night sky, hung from the iron rod, the structure a perfect fit for your lover. Across the black fabric was a splatter of gold to match his cincher belt decorated with golden petunias and vines moulded out of wire and metal sheets. 

The ideal pair to your dress. Which is why Hongjoong’s confused. Did you no longer want to match with him? What’s wrong with the dress he got you? DId you not like it? How is a basic factory made dress better than the dress he got tailored to fit only you? He doesn’t get you sometimes, and this time was one of them.

“What’s wrong with the black one?”

“Nothing! I just wanna wear the green one right now.”

“You said that’s for our anniversary.”

You did say that, but your anniversary was still a couple months away. How could you stay away from the tempting silk of the dress? It’s impossible! Just leaving the dress to collect dust in your closet (which to be fair is what most of your dresses do since you only wear them once), you can’t handle it.

“But it’s so pretty, Hongie.”

There it is, stage two of your ‘get-whatever-i-want’ action plan. First was the eyes, and then came the nickname. It’s adorable, don’t misunderstand. Hongjoong loves it when you call him that; it makes him weak and flutter. But that’s the farthest thing from being ideal right now.

“The dress is pretty too! We got it tailored for a month, baby.” 

He walks towards where you sat, wrapping his arms around your bundled self. Just two barely dressed lovers embracing one another, nothing out of the ordinary.

“I know but…”

“It’s a perfect match for my suit, baby.”

His hands are firm on your shoulders and his eyes mirror yours. Furrowed brows and sparkling against the sunlight that pours through the large windows. But you were much more headstrong than your boyfriend when puppy eyes are involved.

“We can always match later!”

“Well, you can always wear that dress later! On our anniversary.”

The more you think about it, the farther your anniversary seems. First it felt like eight weeks, then it turned to three months. Now, it seems as if you’re gonna have to wait for a whole year to wear the dress. What other opportunities will you have to wear it? 

Hongjoong could give you many opportunities. Such as:

Your anniversary (obviously)

Your mom’s annual company party 

Your dad’s annual company party

The exhibition events he has about three times a year

And many many more.

“Fine, then! I’m not going.”

Hongjoong freezes. Really? You’re gonna give him attitude even in New York?

Stage three of how you get what you want: rebel. In simpler terms, this strategy you mastered is called bratiness. Oh and does Hongjoong hate brats. Can’t stand them thinking they’re in control. 

So he sighs, trying to gain his composure because the event is about an hour away. And he knows putting you back in place requires several hours. You’re one tough nut to crack… Or maybe he’s the one who takes his time to crack you.

“But we flew all the way to New York for this, baby.”

“But look at it, Hongie!”

Hongjoong watches you pull up the dress, the silk dangling from your fingers. The duvet around your shoulders slips off and reveals more of your skin to him. Soft and smooth to the touch. God, he wants to run his fingers across it, maybe even scribble his name on your shoulder.

“I know, love. But we planned this for months. It’d just be a waste if you don’t wear it.”

You grumble about your lover being stuck up because he isn’t giving you freedom. Of course Hongjoong heard it, and you can bet your bottom dollar it pissed him off even more. His inner stove dial is slowly turning higher and his blood starts boiling even hotter.

“Come on, baby. Listen to me just this once?” 

“No.”

You  throw the blanket off yourself and stomp to the vanity, wanting to wipe all your makeup off. Crazy, really, because you spent nearly two hours putting on your face. Woke up at four am to get ready, and showered in the blistering cold. 

Just like Cassie Howards in that popular show, ‘Euphoria’. Hongjoong walked in on you the day you were watching the second season’s finale and he threw you the oddest glance upon seeing various men in flesh coloured tights dry humping each other to the beat. What a strange show, he thought.

“Don’t be like that, y/n.”

His voice was stern, it shook your core. But if Hongjoong thinks that lowering his voice an octave was gonna make you waver (he didn’t, he was just hoping it would today) he was wrong. So wrong. Even after he got up and grasped your wrist, you still tried to charge forward.

“Please, y/n! You can wear the dress later in the afternoon!”

“No!”

His grip loosens and you start digging around for your micellar water. The bottle was lodged deep inside your makeup suitcase, underneath the piles of palettes and cream tubes. Were any of these necessary? Probably not, you only needed around two palettes, three if you were feeling adventurous, but the voice in your head told you to bring it all. So your Louis Vuitton suitcase was filled with a drawer’s worth of cosmetic products.

“Even after yesterday?.” 

“Most especially after yesterday! Did you think I’m not gonna wear the most stunning dress to ever exist?”

“What about the one I got you?!”

“This isn’t about that!”

Your lover stares at you crouching down in search of the bottle and the pack of cotton pads with a gaze so sharp and heavy. You ignore it, no matter how heavy it felt and how hot it made your skin. You were on a mission. That dress… you’re wearing it today. You’d rather die than not.

“That’s how it’s going to be, huh.” 

Just when you finally spotted the gold cap of your makeup remover, Hongjoong stands with his fists balled up by his sides. He was hot, both figuratively and literally. Every inch of his body was searing with fury. A couple hours won’t hurt right? No one will probably notice his absence.

“You know what? Fine! Wear the stupid fucking dress, whatever.” 

You whip your head back, eyes bright and happy. But that soon simmered down when you saw the look on his face. Red in the face with an apoplectic flush. Fucking sexy. 

You squeal a little cheer, ignoring his angry gaze. You pick the dress off the mattress with a triumphant smirk on your lips. You always get what you want. 

Once you slip the dress on, you turn to Hongjoong who hasn’t said a word since then. Instead he stood motionless, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The green fabric hangs on your shoulders, shapelessly draping over your curves.

“What are you waiting for? Get dressed, babe.” 

You shuffle onto the bed to grab the gold chain link necklace haphazardly thrown in between the hotel’s decorative pillows. Honestly, you probably would have forgotten about it if you argued a second longer. Oh well, it would have been a pleasant treat to the next tenants, because who wouldn’t want a twenty-four karat gold necklace? 

Your fingers just about brushed against the cool metal when your face was shoved into the mattress. A hand (unmistakably Hongjoong’s) roughly grips at your neck, and stars blur your dark vision. 

“You wanna wear that dress so bad? Then wear it while I fuck the brat out of you.” 

Your lover redirects his grip onto your hips, pulling up while keeping your torso down. And, boy, does Hongjoong think about how delectable you look right now. He could just eat you up and you wouldn’t do a thing. Maybe he should eat you out right now… Or not.

The green fabric gets flipped up and over your ass, exposing you black thong and Hongjoong scoffs. This would have been a glorious pair to your black dress. You wouldn’t even let him have his way for one day? On this day of all days? 

“Hongjoong! The party!”

It’s baffling how you have the gal to even say that right after the scene you started. And it’s so funny to Hongjoong, downright hilarious. Oh he’s about to die laughing…

Well, that’s what you hoped. All you ever wanted was to tilt your boyfriend slightly over the edge just so he’d let you wear the dress. You didn’t mean to let his anger boil over like pasta cooking in a pot filled to the brim (side note: you only came to this analogy because Hongjoong himself has been subjected to such a predicament– by himself nonetheless, but that’s besides the matter!)

“Oh now you care about the party?”

It seems Hongjoong was not in a silly goofy mood like you, judging by his searing glare melting through your skin. Hot. But you’re not entirely sure if you’re scared or horny.

“I thought you only wanted to wear this stupid dress.”

He grips at the seam and tears a slit on the mirroring side of the dress all the while cursing at your dress. His hands, calloused from years of sculpting and endless painting, crumples the green silken bust down below your bralette and they start to knead. As if your breasts were the clay he mastered into creating heaven sent sculptures with. 

“I thought this covered too much skin anyway.” Your lover mutters to himself, yet the room was quiet enough for you to hear.

Pleased, Hongjoong rubs his palms across your back. When you go quiet, it means you’re near submission, slowly melting into putty for his hands to play with; mould you into every shape he can think of. It is rather early for you to be in this state already, but you don’t hear Hongjoong complaining about it. Maybe you would finish earlier than he expected.

With your face pressed into the sheets and your ass up in the air, there's no denying this feat of dominance Hongjoong is currently displaying is making you wet. As soaked as a kid fresh out the pool and running across your carpet. Too scared to even say a word, you focus on levelling your breath and listening for any movement from the man behind you. 

The room fills up with a tense silence while you wait for Hongjoong’s next move, not daring to turn your head because you know what’ll follow if you do. “Did I say you could move?” He would hiss with his voice at a spine chilling tone. And god would it make you so wet.

When a cold palm runs down your back, you flinch. Hongjoong’s eyes study the ribbon that laces across the smooth expanse of your back. Too little skin, he thinks; and he starts to pull each ribbon through the loops, starting from the bottom where the ends hang loosely. When he’s done, he sits back on his heels and contemplates what to do next. 

“You’ve been acting spoiled since we landed here, doll. Wanna tell me why?”

No response. Hongjoong expected that much, especially with the way you were so focused on breathing right now. He can tell you want him so bad. He can see it in the flush of your skin and the twitch of your fingers against the pristine white sheets. Oh what a shame, the said sheets would be ruined soon.

“We came all the way for this, baby. And now we won’t be able to make it to the first day because of you. Because you’ve been a fucking brat.”

Your boyfriend gathers both your arms behind you and you yelp when you feel the ribbons wrap your wrists together. Your body gets flipped over on the plush mattress, bouncing slightly at the force. Your arms are restricted behind your back, pressed against the silken sheets and your, now, bare back.

“That’s okay, we’ll just go tomorrow.”

Hongjoong mutters mindlessly, to no one in particular since he’s much too occupied with the visual you present him: chest heaving as you breathe, hair splayed out on the pillows in swirls and curls, and your eyes– oh your eyes. They were almost doll-like with the way they’re glossed over with unshed tears and dilated pupils.

“You’re so gorgeous, doll.” And he dives in.

His lips first attach to the juncture of your neck, pressing butterfly kisses onto your skin and then moving up to your jaw. His hands flutter over your sides, the phantom of his touch burning your skin from under the silk. Hongjoong’s fingers brush over every curve they come across, as if they don’t have the planes of your body memorized after two years of exploration. 

But here’s the thing about Hongjoong, he will never settle. He’s dynamic and he knows you are too. Whenever he’s intimate with you, he just wants to overwrite each note he’s made in the past because you’re always changing, growing to be more beautiful than the last. He wants to see the way you change with him, the way you grow with him.

His fingers tickle the skin of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The feeling makes tingles shoot up your spine, and heat up your body. His lips kiss and peck at your jaw, noisily moaning in your ear about how he just loves the taste of your skin, how it’s so addicting, and only he can have it. 

At some point, Hongjoong’s hands find themselves nestled underneath your thighs, groping and massaging the plush fat that he loves to bury his face into. He lifts your thighs and hooks them around his waist, pulling you closer to him. His clothed cock makes contact with your soaked panties and Hongjoong swears he might just explode. Your cunt was for sure sopping wet by now, and so so warm for him. 

Your body jerks up the bed when your lover grinds against your core. An electric zing flashes in your chest and flies through your veins, your eyes widening while holding Hongjoong’s fierce gaze. And he smirks when you yelp after he repeats the action. 

“Hi baby.” 

You had been silent for the past few minutes, so the noise was welcomed by Hongjoong, reassuring him that you’re still present. 

He continues grinding against your core until you're shaking like a leaf. Each brush of his cock over your clit makes your thighs tense in his grip. Truthfully, it makes him giddy. Feeling your body shiver with his touch, hearing you whimper out something akin to his name. Oh it gets his gears going, makes his cock stand taller and harder. 

And you’re at his mercy, lying there and taking each rub of his cock on you. Your fingers twitch with arousal and itching to thread into his split dyed hair, You want to tug on them, tell him you want to cum, make him do something about it.

“I didn’t expect you to go quiet at this point, doll.” 

Hongjoong pulls his hips away from yours and you have half the mind to complain, until he runs a finger up and down your slit. Your back arches up to him like a sunflower to the sun. Automatically drawn up to him because it’s him who’s giving you pleasure. He is your sun showering you with the warmth of his sunlight.

“Usually you’d run your mouth until you get my cock in your cunt,” he continues his condescending dialogue.

This time, Hongjoong’s middle finger pushes harshly into your clit; which forces your knees to dig deeper into his sides and a squeak to escape from your lips. He likes it, your reaction. It’s just what he wanted: you reacting to each and every little move he does, he wants to see and hear you react whenever his skin meets yours. So he brings his hand back to slap at your clothed pussy once.

“What made you change your mind?”

As per your usual, pathetic self, you had no answer to give to your lover. Instead, your brows had furrowed and your lips now hung open in a silent moan, eyes still stuck on Hongjoong’s. Mesmerized in the way his irises drink in the look on your face; you know it drives him mad when your face scrunches up in pleasure, it’s one of the things he looks forward to. 

As for you, you always look forward to having Hongjoong’s fingers lodged deep inside you; and he knows. He revels in the knowledge of it, in fact. Something about the way you suck his fingers in and try to hold him in with your thighs just gets him hotter. The warmth of your pussy around his nimble fingers and the feeling of your arousal running down his wrist. It’s all too addicting to him, dangerous for him to even have unlimited access to it. 

And thus, when Hongjoong finally pulls your thong to the side and slides his finger over your cunt it is him who moans. A deep, airy one coming from his chest, like it had been brewing inside him for days. He loves it, loves how it soaks the pads of his fingers immediately. Loves how they coat his skin and leave him all warm and sticky.

You whine when the tips of his fingers finally breach your entrance. The rough pads of his skin rub against your walls and you manage to hold back a yelp at the feeling. Your partner pulls out his finger to make room for another one. His middle finger and ring finger, glued to one another, slowly pushes through your cunt.

The stretch barely stings, but you feel the intrusion. His fingers reach the exact spot that you need him, brushing his fingers against your walls with ease. Your head drops back onto the plush hotel bedding, and Hogjoong keeps an eye at the way you react. 

He watches your chest heave up every time he pulls his fingers out and jump when he slams them back into you. Your shoulders are tense and stiff from holding your weight, but he can see that they’re doing their best to support you as you start to grind into his hand.

Your legs slide off from Hongjoong’s sides and plant on the bed, helping you rock your hips forward in search of friction on your clit. You don’t really need Hongjoong to touch your clit for you to cum, but you wouldn’t mind if he did right now. Especially considering how you’re restrained as of currently. He should at least compensate right? You are his lovely girlfriend and all…

Lovely or not, Hongjoong still refuses to acknowledge your actions. In fact, he even tries to hold your hips down with a strong hand. Because, have you forgotten? You had been a brat all morning. If you had only listened to him, you’d be enjoying the art exhibit across the street. 

A quick glance at the fancy digital clock on one of the bedside tables tells him that it’s nearly eleven. The exhibit had probably opened thirty minutes ago. By then he’d probably have loads of pictures of you in your stunning black dress, admiring all the paintings and sculptures. And then after circling the room once, he’d drag you back to your hotel room to fuck you senseless and reward you for being such a beautiful doll for him. 

Too bad you had other plans in mind. 

Hongjoong’s fingers stopped mid pump and you whip your head up to glare at him. You have the nerve to look at him in such a way when you’re the one at his mercy. He could just leave you unfinished and tied up and go to the museum himself. He had every right to do that to you after talking back to him and being a brat.

Why won’t he do exactly that?

Because he can’t bring himself to. Even with your eyes glaring at him, he can still see the way they glitter under the lights with need. A need for him, and his fingers. His tongue. His cock. Everything.

But that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun with you. 

A loud indignant whine leaves your lips when Hongjoong fully pulls out. His eyes linger on his fingers and the string of your slick that stretches in between his fingers. Hypnotizing, really, but he has no time to be drawn into the sight. He’s snapped back when you squeeze your thighs around him, silently pleading for him to fuck you with his fingers. Properly this time, not just the lazy in-out in-out he’s been playing with. No. You want him to make you cum and cry.

“You wanna cum on my fingers, baby?” 

Hongjoong’s voice was gruff, lowered down an octave, and it rang in your ears. You give him a pitiful nod along with another round of your best puppy eyes. Something to help convince him to give you what you want today.

But all your lover does is laugh inwardly at your poorly done beg. Instead, he humours you.

His fingers slip back into your wet cunt and begin to pump at a slow pace. One that’s too slow for your liking, but what can you do? You’re the one who’s helpless with their hands tied behind your back. The only thing you’re able to do is whine, again.

All this time you’ve been whining and whining nonstop and it irritates Hongjoong even more. He needs something else to slip out of your pink glossed lips. 

“Fuck!”

You yelp when your boyfriend suddenly picks up the pace out of nowhere. Quickly thrusting his fingers into your pussy, rubbing against your warm walls and making your legs quiver. Your back arches upwards and your fingers grip at the sheets beneath you. 

Finally, the man sighs to himself. He’s gotten tired of your whining, he prefers listening to you moan out his name and dirty curses. He loves listening to the pitch of your voice raise as a result of his touches. 

He also loves listening to the sinful squelch of your juices around his fingers. You, on the other hand, find it embarrassing. Your cunt gushing because of two measly fingers? Were you that desperate? But you can’t help it. When his fingers brush up against that certain spot inside you, you can’t help but to clench around him again, leaking your fluids down onto the ruined sheets of the bed.

And– fuck! You’re close. So, so close. Your legs squeeze tighter against Hongjoong’s sturdy frame, hips trying (but failing) to grind up to his hand. God, if Hongjoong could just pinch your clit then you’d–

“You don’t get to cum, brat.” Hongjoong hisses as he pulls his fingers out of you. “Not until I say so.”

“What!?”

You crane your neck to look down at the smirking man who sits idly between your legs. Staring down at your wet core, clenching around nothing and exposed for his eyes to drink up. 

“From now on, you do as I say. Got it?” 

You were so close and he just ripped the orgasm away from you. How cruel! You glare up at him, and he returns your gaze with even more fire. You scan his face, from the way his eyes burn right into yours and the way his teeth sink into his lips. And when you don’t give him a response, he slaps your core once more.

“I said, got it?” He repeats, his voice dripping with venom and impatience. 

The impact makes you yelp and immediately attempt to shut your legs. But they fail to do so with Hongjoong in between. 

“G… got it.” You reply with a voice so meek you’d remind Hongjoong of a pitiful little mouse. 

Moving forward, your lover’s satisfied with your answer. It was the most obedient act you’ve done all day today! He grips your knees and forces your legs to stretch out a tad bit more. Making just enough space for him to lie on his front, face inches away from your aching core.

His breath puffs against your skin and the feeling makes you squirm. Although Hongjoong has gone down on you many a time, the thought of having him face to face with the most vulnerable part of your body still embarrasses you. 

When he licks a stripe up your slit, you jerk your hips back, pulling yourself away from his touch. Annoyed, Hongjoong wraps his arms around your hips and forcefully pulls you back to him. Bringing his tongue back to ghost over your lips. 

It hurts, the strain on your shoulders and your arms are beginning to grow numb under your weight. You want to move, to touch your lover, grip at his hair and tug. Guide him to where you want him the most, where you need him badly. 

But then he presses his tongue flat against your nub and all thoughts of the pain fly out of your head. All you can hear in your head is a sensual oh fuck, one that you voice out. And one that flies straight to Hongjoong’s hard cock. God, did he ever mention how much he loves your moans?

The split haired male tugs your hips closer to his face and proceeds to lap at your clit. Each stroke makes you quiver in his hold and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your wanton moans fills up the room and Hongjoong is surrounded by you. All he sees is your lust glazed eyes, and all he tastes is your warm, wet cunt. All his senses are taken over by you.

And you, him. All you can hear is the dirty slurping of Hongjoong’s lips on your pussy. And all you can feel is his hands on you, burning your skin under his touch and the knot in your stomach tightening once more. Calling– begging for release. 

The remaining sensitivity from before (from the orgasm Hongjoong so rudely kept from you!) brings you closer to another pending orgasm. Your chest burns white and hot, like a star burning to a supernova. 

The tongue previously flat on your clit, gave the nub one last lick before travelling down to your opening. It prods and pokes and does everything but breach your entrance. Hongjoong can only laugh at the way you're helplessly squirming in his grip. The vibrations running up to your body and shooting shocks of pleasure through you.

When your boyfriend’s tongue finally slips inside, you let out a moan of relief. Your head lolls to the right and your eyes flutter shut. Having Hongjoong inside you, whether it was his fingers, tongue, or cock, was always your favourite part. You loved how perfectly he fits into you. Like you were moulded after his person.

But Hongjoong would like to argue that it was him who was moulded to fit you. He was always such a romantic. 

“Baby…” was the next coherent word you let out.

Hongjoong hums in acknowledgement, his lips still pressed against your pussy and tongue still busy exploring inside. 

“Wanna– ah… touch.” 

“But, doll…” He pulls away and you have half the mind to complain. “Why should I let you touch me? You’ve been such a brat today.”

His tone was condescending. You heard his words perfectly, they were short and easy to understand even in your haze riddled mind. You can’t touch him because you don’t deserve it. You can’t touch him because you didn’t obey him and you deserve to be punished. He’s only doing this because he loves you, right? Yeah. He’s said that multiple times. But then again, wouldn’t you let him touch you because he loves you?”

“Answer me, baby. Why?”

A pause.

“Because you love me.”

And Hongjoong has to lean back on his heels because, wow, he’s never heard that one before. It makes him blush, honestly. And his heart flutters at your choice of words. However, he still has a front to put up. 

So he throws his head back with a grunt and pokes his teeth with his tongue. With a scoff, he shakes his head in disbelief and slowly brings his gaze back down at you.

“You’re right, baby. I do.” He crawls over you and plants his hands beside your head.

Now he’s hovering over your form, face a mere couple of inches above yours. Your legs shift to wrap one around his waist. Your calf snags on the band of his trousers and that’s when you realize that Hongjoong’s still half dressed. His pants hang loosely around his hips with the button and zipper undone. You can see the elastic of his briefs and the faint outline of his abs accentuated by the happy trail that disappears into his underwear.

“But then if I let you go…” His fingers trace the features of your pretty face. From the slope of your nose to the bow of your lips. “What if you act out again and go back to being a brat?”

You shake your head furiously, desperate to just move along and get to the part where he fucks you stupid!

“I won’t! I-I promise.”

“How do I know you won’t break that promise.”

“Because I love you! I won’t break it, I swear!”

Hongjoong smirks. He likes the direction this conversation is going. 

“You do baby?” And when you nod, he continues. “Only me?”

Now he’s leaned his face closer to yours, lips barely ghosting over one another as a low chuckle leaves him. His eyes bore into yours like they always do. His deep, dark irises are glittered with gold and his pupils are dilated. It makes it hard to look away when he has such beautiful eyes and long lashes. 

“I do! I promise I love you and only you!”

Your boyfriend’s smirk widens and he gives your lips a soft peck before pulling away to reach for something above your head. You watch as his body stretches and his muscles tense. You just want to run your fingers all over him. Feel his skin against yours, trace every curve and every edge he was given. 

“So you wouldn't mind if I did this right?”

He comes back to your view with something in his hand. The diamond encrusted gold casing shines in the sunlight that streams through the large windows of the room. You immediately recognize your Guerlain lipstick (one you had also tossed on the bed earlier in the morning) and furrow your brows in confusion. What does your boyfriend want with your lipstick?

He moves to place his legs on either side of your hips and balances his body over yours. Back arching down to bring his face closer to your collarbones. His hands work open the lipstick and he starts to write on your skin. The rich red colours pop against your complexion and it’s mouth watering how beautiful the colour makes you. 

‘HJ’

He scribbles his initials under your left clavicle and he smiles when he follows it with a little heart. Because you love him, right? 

“Because you’re mine.” 

You knew what he was writing, the downward strokes and curved lines made it so obvious. It wasn’t like it was the first time he did this, no this was about the second time(?) he’s possessively written his name on your skin, if you remember correctly.

The first time was when you went to a bar on a particularly busy weekend. You had dressed up in your favourite little black dress of the week. The Damien black mini dress from AKNA– yes the one Maddy Perez wore in euphoria (Hongjoong swears it’s such an odd show). And some random dude decided to sit right next to you and offer to buy you a drink. Even with you practically hanging off of Hongjoong’s arm.

That night he ruined one of your felt tip eyeliner pens with how much he scribbled his name and the word ‘mine’ all over your body.

But back to the present.

Hongjoong’s now scribbling his full name– last name and all– onto your right shoulder. Muttering something along the lines of ‘to remind you of who you belong to’ and ‘remind you of who to obey’. He writes and doodles and scratches on and on until your chest is covered in many variations of his name, ‘mine’, little hearts, and tiny flowers. 

“And because you love me so much.”

He smiles to himself and admires his work. Oh how he wishes he could frame this right now. Keep it in your shared bedroom to remember this forever. But he can’t frame you, that’d be cruel. Maybe he’d snap a picture later when you're done and paint it on a giant canvas (he’s thinking of even painting it on one of your walls).

A small chuckle escaped his lips when he saw your expression. Flushed in embarrassment and arousal with your brows furrowed and lip in between your teeth. You look gorgeous. 

His eyes trail down to the scrunched up silk the rests under your breasts. That wretched dress… even though Hongjoong semi-hated the dress, he can’t deny how well it complements the red of the lipstick against your skin. Fuck, he really hopes he can properly recreate this image on a canvas.

Your skin burns when Hongjoong grabs the dress to pull it lower down your body, exposing your midriff to the cool air of the room. And your lover starts to write once more. But this time the sweet little hearts are replaced with nastier words. First it started with brat, but as he got lower they escalated to slut and such. Don’t misunderstand, he still scrawled down a couple ‘mine’s here and there and a little bit more of his initials.

“The dirty fucking slut only loves me right?” He mutters as he carefully dots his ‘i’s and crosses his ‘t’s. “I’m the only one for you because no one else can fucking handle a spoiled brat like you.”

And it’s true. He knows it, you know it. So what’s the point in denying? 

You sit there and accept your fate. Let Hongjoong have his little possessive streak without complaint. You do like the feeling of him drawing across your skin even if it’s at the expense of one of your favourite lipsticks. But that’s alright, you could always refill it at the Bergdorf Goodman downtown. You’ve been itching to visit since you landed here. You’ll have to book an appointment for tomorrow, though… and if they don’t have a free slot, then you’ll just throw a couple hundred dollars their way and for sure they’ll give you a refill.

“Do you like it, baby?” Hongjoong asks, finally rising from his bent over position.

And you nod, “I love it, Hongie.”

Now, with most of his pent up frustrations released (and your lipstick used to a blunt), Hongjoong decides that he should probably untie your arms. 

You could practically cheer when you can finally move your arms, the blood rushing back to the numbing tips of your fingers. And the first thing you do is cup your lover’s face, rubbing your thumb against his cheek. 

Your hands pull the man down onto your lips; meeting in a heated kiss filled with passion, teeth, and tongue. His tongue traces around the edge of your glossed lips, taking some of the peach flavour cosmetic for himself. His lips slot against yours perfectly, dancing with each other in a symphony of your pants and the chirping birds outside. 

The kiss deepens with every second that passes and Hongjoong presses more and more into you. Sucking you in like a lost astronaut into a black hole. Neither of you want to break away, not when it’s getting so good. But stupid human bodies and their need for oxygen is what finally parts you two. 

Hongjoong’s forehead leans against yours and your breaths mix with how you pant in sync. 

“Fuck, doll.” 

He can’t take it. He’s been hard for the past hour and he hasn’t done anything to even relieve himself. Why was he giving himself blue balls? Hongjoong doesn’t know. All he knows is screw the stupid punishment, he needs to fuck your pussy right now.

His hands hurriedly yank down his trousers and toss them onto the carpet along with his briefs. The thought of having it dry cleaned and steam pressed again passes his mind briefly but he does not give a fuck right now. The only thing in his mind is you, his cock, your cunt, and cum.

His dick stands tall and proud, blunt head swollen and red and dripping with precum. Your mouth waters at the sight and it takes you no less than a second to reach down and brush your fingers over him. His skin is warm, slightly sticky and wet. His slick coats your palms when you finally wrap a hand around him. 

A curse flies out of Hongjoong’s pink-kissed lips when you squeeze him tighter. His lips fall open and his hair falls to curtain over his eyes. Yet through his blonde and black tresses, you’re still able to make out the flicker of lust mixed into his irises and it’s what makes you whimper and clench your core around nothing. A simple gaze from your lover would have you shivering and shaking like a leaf in September, just how you would prefer. 

Hongjoong, however, would prefer if you got your hands off him right now because he feels like he’s about to burst. He needs to be inside you at this instant.

So he gently flicks your hand away from his erection to replace it with his own. After a couple pumps on his own shaft, he aligns the head of his cock to your pulsing entrance. And with a quick glance up at you for reassurance, he begins to press into you. 

You love it. The feeling of him carefully sinking into you slowly, making you feel every square inch of his skin. The pleasurable stretch his girth gives you. The way his cock brushes up against that spot inside you has you reeling and your toes curling.

He loves it. When you pulse around and suck him even deeper, it leaves him bewitched and breathless. The feeling of your cunt fully surrounding him is hot and wet and it makes his skin tingle and stomach churn. The sinful squelch that fills up the room as he bottoms out inside you fills his heart up with a dirty glee that he knows only you can give.

Now with Hongjoong fully inside you, it’s almost as if time stops. Like the world stops rotating and the clouds stand stagnant against the clear blue sky. Nature falls quiet, no tree’s rustling in the wind or birds singing their happy melodies.

Nothing.

When Hongjoong sits still with his cock deep inside of you, nothing matters other than him. 

Your lover likes to say that he takes his time with you in the beginning to help you prep, but you know he’s always lying. He likes to sit there and let you feel the weight of him inside you to tease you. Get you to the point where you’re begging for him to move. Because, face it, Hongjoong never rushes foreplay and will always prep you hours before slipping into you. He has fucked you countless times throughout the years to know that you’re fine by now. 

Yet he just sits and stares. 

But there’s something that you don’t know, possibly because you're too dazed to look deeper into his eyes. What you don’t know is that behind Hongjoong’s teasing smirk and calm facade, is a panicked man on the verge of climax. His hairline is beaded with sweat and he’s trying so hard to keep himself from just coming at the mere feeling of being inside you.

Pathetic, sure, some people might think. But put them in his shoes, and they’d feel absolutely the same. After an hour of just playing with his lovely girlfriend who has his name written all over her skin, what man would not explode at the sight? 

Your back was sticking onto the sheets that you’re laid on with your hair splayed out in different directions. Your skin, again, covered in lipstick (Hongjoong just loves it too much to stop thinking about it) and the mass of silk that could barely be identified as a dress scrunched up around your hips. Your nipples are noticeably pebbled from under your black lacy bra that perfectly matches with your black thong. The one that he has pushed to the side to make way for his cock that has you stretched open. 

“H-hongjoong…” You finally muster up the courage to speak and it snaps your lover out of his thoughts.

“Please.” It’s when you clench around him while looking up at him so helplessly does he finally snap. 

Fuck his pride. 

The first thrust that he drives into you is slow, testing out the waters. Not for your sake, but his. Then with every push his pace picks up, slowly building up to a much more satiating speed. The room fills up with the sound of skin against skin muddled with your voices panting and moaning for one another.

Each drag of his cock against your gummy walls has you reeling. Every wave of pleasure that washes over Hongjoong when you squeeze around his cock makes him falter. 

Your lover hooks an arm under your thigh to lift it over his shoulder, helping him reach deeper into you. And it rips a moan from your throat. The new angle just exposes the both of you to a whole new sensation of skin against skin. With your arms finally free, you get the opportunity to do what you’ve longed to do for a while now. Your fingers comb through Hongjoong’s dual coloured hair and twirl a couple locks around them. 

And then you tug. Not too much that it hurts, just enough to get a reaction from Hongjoong. Who furrows his brows at first but then a wide smirk flashes on his face. 

You’re not sure whether it’s a direct result from you pulling his hair, but Hongjoong’s pace quickens right after you do it. He pumps his cock harder into you, forcing you to jerk up towards the pillows above your head. To oppose this, your boyfriend wraps an arm around the thigh on his shoulder and uses it as leverage to hold you still. 

The new pace and force of his thrusts have you arching your back and rolling your eyes. Your lips remain opened in a silent moan, unable to produce anything but breathy whines and gasps. Your hands arbitrarily squeeze and pull against Hongjoong’s scalp to try and anchor yourself to reality. 

But Hongjoong knows how to work his cock. He knows what gets you going and what makes you unravel. He does exactly that. His fingers brush over the hood of your clit and your body just tenses. Your thighs start to shiver as a familiar feeling starts to bloom from your chest. It spreads all over your body and makes you mindlessly jerk your hips up towards his touch.

The fingers on your clit start to press harder against your nub as your partner’s thrust starts to get sloppy. They circle around your clit before starting to harshly swipe against it. And it sends you into a frenzy. Your moans get louder and louder with each rub against your nub and you feel a knot tighten in your stomach.

Hongjoong can tell that you’re close, from the pulsing of your cunt to the erratic gasps of his name, he knows those are sure signs of your orgasm. If this had been earlier in the day, he would have stopped right then and held you from another orgasm. But now as he thinks about it, edging you three times was enough, right? You deserve to cum, you are his lovely girlfriend after all.

“Wanna cum, baby?”

You nod, mindlessly nod at whatever he said because you can barely hear him through your own voice. Nothing in your mind but your lover’s cock and how good it’s making you feel. Your cunt squeezes around him again, once, twice, three times.

And Hongjoong pulls out. 

But before you can complain he shoves three fingers into your hole and curls them up to rub against the spongy spot in your walls. His other hand continues to roughly play with your clit and that is all that it takes for you to start cumming against his fingers. 

“That’s right, baby. Feels so good to cum on my fingers, yeah?”

You twitch and jerk at the intensity of your orgasm, the previous sensitivity still present which lead to your early finish. Not that you’re complaining though. Especially when you feel so satiated. Your hips irregularly jolt up as you come down from your high, your boyfriend’s fingers still nestled in you.

You silently thank the gods that you finally get to release. A whole hour of edging was just too much for you. Thank them for bringing Hongjoong to the conclusion that you deserved to cum.

In fact, Hongjoong now thinks that you probably deserve to cum again… and again. After all, he does love you very much and you to him, remember?

So when he slips back his cock into your sensitive hole, it shocks you. He sets a pace quicker than previous and it has you panicking. You’re still sensitive from the high you just had not even a minute ago and now Hongjoong’s back to rutting his dick into you? Is he out of his mind?

Yes. 

“H-hong!! Fuck– … t-too … too… sen-”

You try to gasp out but Hongjoong doesn't care. Now that he had a chance to collect himself (and he’s no longer on the verge of cumming), he decides that one orgasm wasn’t enough. His cock drives hard into your wet cunt and he relishes in your hysteric begging. Whining for him to stop or slow down. 

The bulbous tip of his cock prods at a deep spot inside of you and the feeling of him being so deep and pounding into you so roughly brings back the knot in your lower belly. You try and try to beg for him to slow down, give you a break or something. But your words fall to deaf ears.  

You squirm against the sweat soaked sheets, and try to run away from your lover's brutal pace. But Hongjoong chooses right then to slide his arms under your back to press himself flush against your chest, holding you still and unable to move away. Your skin burns against his, a delicious feeling welcomed by him. 

The lipstick stains of his name most definitely have smudged onto his skin but that doesn’t concern Hongjoong. He’s too occupied with how your eyes are brimmed with tears and your lips are parted to beg. You probably think you’re saying actual words, but all that leaves your mouth are incoherent vowels, not a single understandable word from your fucked out brain. 

You wrap your arms around his torso when you feel on the edge of another high, squeezing him closer to you like how your pussy convulses around his cock. In response, Hongjoong groans and throws his head back. 

By now the hotel room reeks of sex. If the sound of the bed creaking doesn’t make it obvious then the humid stench of cum and sweat will. Hongjoong spares a glance to where your bodies meet and he has to clench his jaw to keep himself from cumming. The sight of the slick from your gushing cunt connecting his hips to yours whenever he pulls away is one he treasures. Like your skin covered in lipstick, he’d like to recreate this one too. Keep it with him forever.

With a couple more thrusts, your body suddenly tenses again and you’re cumming for the second time. By then your orgasm is twice as strong as the previous one, and it leaves you shaking for a tad bit longer. Your legs twitch and you just now realize that you’re sobbing. The tears that once blurred your vision have now run down your cheeks. The red eyeshadow you had on was now smudged and beyond salvation. 

You’re weak, your limbs have now gone limp and you don’t think you can properly make up a sentence by now. You’re mind had been fucked to goo, nothing up in your head but an airy feeling that makes your heart flutter and skin tingle.

You look so peaceful.

But you can’t leave Hongjoong like this can you? High and dry with his balls filled with cum that’s specially for you?

You’re not that cruel right?

“One more, baby,”

Your eyes widen once more and you try to fight back from his arms that are scooping you up. But you’re too weak. You can’t push him away and the tiny tiny voice in your mind says “do you really want him to stop?”. Your mouth opens to say something (you don’t know what), but, again, you’re just too fucked out to form coherent sentences.

So you have no choice but to let Hongjoong slip back his hard cock into your abused pussy. His skin rubs against your raw walls and you’re not sure if you want him to stop. Because you’re exhausted, your body feels like jelly and you don’t want to move. However, no matter how tired you are, you can’t deny that it feels so fucking good. 

The friction against his skin and yours is driving you crazy. And when he shifts to lie on his back and pull you on top, you can’t help the loud whine of his name that escapes you when he hits a spot in you that’s deeper than before. 

“You can do one more, right? Be good for me, just this once?”

And you nod, even though you know you don’t have the energy to ride him right now. But that’s alright, Hongjoong doesn’t intend to make you ride him. Instead, he places a strong hand on the back of your head and guides you to rest in the crook of his neck. His palm strokes at your tangled hair that was once styled best to match today’s event, but now it’s a mess of tangled curls and stray strands. 

With his feet planted on the mattress, he wraps an arm around your waist and gives an experimental thrust up into your wet cunt. And you’re gone. Any and all thought you previously had of how tired you were was forgotten. In fact, you didn’t even feel anything but his cock in you. Not the tight hand gripping into your skin or the soothing fingers that comb through your hair the best they can. Just the sensation of his cock pulling out to the head before slamming back into you.

Hongjoong shifts his hold from your skin to your ass and he gropes the thick flesh of your ass. He especially likes the way your plump skin peeks through the gaps between his fingers. And the mindless moans that get louder with each squeeze he gives your behind. The constant convulsion of your pussy around his cock makes his knees buckle and hips falter. 

Fucking you is always an experience he can’t recreate because there’s just too many things that make it what it is. If he has his hand around his dick it wouldn’t feel right without you moaning in his ears or nails clawing at his skin. Or the tantalizing jiggle of your ass when he pounds into you. It would be incomplete if you weren’t physically present. Whether he’d have a picture of your ass on his phone or a memory of your pussy around his cock playing in his mind, neither would be able to compensate for the lack of your skin against his.

Everytime Hongjoong thrusts up at you, your hips follow. And when they fall to pull out, yours would follow once more. This descend added with the sudden plunge back of his entire cock into your cunt drives him deeper with every push. It makes you cry, drives you crazy, leaves you confused and in a daze, the pleasure.  

His hot rigid cock, lined with bumps and veins rubs in and out of your wet pussy. Paired with the sheer speed and power Hongjoong pours into each ram of his hips against yours, you’re left to be putty in his arms. A soggy puddle melting into his skin and becoming one with him. Your voice rings in his ears, echoing from the cave your face is tucked into, and it eggs him to pound harder into you.

You can’t help it, your walls start to flutter around him from the saturated pleasure he brings you and by now, you’re cumming. Hard. Your cunt squeezes his cock and milks him for all he’s got. Hongjoong loves it, the feeling of your pussy convulsing and gushing around him. He’d love to be able to bottle up the feeling and save it for another day. 

Your lover’s thrusts increase in speed as he gets closer to his climax and you’re still shaking in his hold. You continue to tremble in his arms with your toes curled and hips jerking erratically, grinding your clit on his pelvis. Each time the tip of his cock brushes up against your walls, they clamp back down on him and pour out more of your cum. It runs down Hongjoong’s shaft and creams around his base, if you weren’t so out of it right now, you’d be way too embarrassed to even face the man.

Hongjoong’s thrusts turn sloppy and unsteady, his hips would jolt whenever you clenched around him and the hand on your ass would twitch. He’s so close.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.”

He announces with his voice low and raspy and it makes your body tingle again. You want him to cum inside, feel his seed heat up your already hot and wet core. You want to feel his cum dripping down your thighs when you move. You want it all. And when Hongjoong lets out a final grunt, you brace yourself for the sensation. Lips hanging open and spilling vowels that resemble your lover’s name.

But instead, he throws you around back onto the mattress and shuffles to stand on his knees over you. His calloused hand grips his cock and you watch with glazed eyes as his angry red skin drips with his arousal mixed with yours. He pumps his shaft furiously while his thighs begin to shake and you listen to the little groans that leave his lips. 

“Fuck.” He whispers when he furrows his brows and his eyes flutter close.

Hongjoong came in spurts of three. The first one landing on your red stained chest, and the final two dripping into your dress (if you could still call it that) and staining the fabric for good. It’s almost as if he planned this…

Oh what a view.

Hongjoong kneeling over you with a flush on his skin and a sheen of sweat making him shine in the sunlight. His hair was tousled and sticking to his forehead, and his lips were bitten red. You watch as his dick goes limp with a few final drops of his cum falling onto your skin.

With your tangled hair and tear stained cheeks, Hongjoong revels in the after effects of him. The names he had written on your skin were now missing several letters that he’s sure are on his. The “Kim Hongjoong” that he’d written in all caps across your chest was missing an N and a couple O’s, and if he’d look down on his own, he’d see the letters smudged over his skin. 

The room is now quiet, the air is still and the smell of sex is still fresh. The two of you stare at each other in silence for a few minutes, processing what just happened and trying to regain consciousness. 

It’s Hongjoong who breaks the silence first, scooping you up in his arms and mumbling about going to the bathroom to clean up where he then sits you on the toilet and forces you to pee. He always reminds you to pee right after getting intimate, even if you said you didn’t need to. He’d just throw you over his shoulder and wait on the toilet until you eventually do need to. He’s so particular about aftercare and the looming threat of a UTI. Well, that’s just Hongjoong.

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“But, babe.” Hongjoong whines, his arms tired from carrying heavy shopping bags all afternoon.

After a certain someone tore up your dress and jizzed all over it, you decided to buy another. You threw Hongjoong into the car and brought him to the nearest Bergdorf Goodman right after the exhibit closed. Mumbling to him about how he owes you a lipstick refill and one new dress. Well not one, right now you had eight dresses in the bags, and you’re currently looking at another one. It’s similar to the green one you got the other day, but this one is glittery! 

“I’ll take it!” You smile to the kind saleslady who then orders a muscular man to take down the mannequin and bag up the dress for you.

You turn to your lover who sits on a velvet upholstered seat, and scowl at his pout. 

“This is because you tore up my favourite dress.” 

You lied. That dress wasn’t your favourite. How can it be when you just got the prettiest, most sexy garnet coloured mini dress five minutes ago?

“Now, come on, Hongie. I have to get my lipstick refilled.” You call right after you’re handed the bag with your most recent purchase.

And, without sparing your boyfriend a glance, you turn your heel and head towards Guerlain. Hongjoong doesn’t mind the action, at least you don’t catch him staring at your figure. Biting his lip, he trails his eyes down to the way your black dress curves over the plump of your ass and he licks at his teeth when he notices the sliver of black that flashes from underneath your dress and he has to adjust his trousers before he runs to your side. 

He walks beside you and listens to you talk on and on about a diamond lipstick case with his hands filled with shopping bags. Your heels click on the polished tile floors of the department store and your steps match with his. Just like how your black, custom made dress matches his black, custom made suit.

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