#kang yeosang x gender neutral reader

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Call It What You Want - Kang Yeosang

Synopsis: Yeosang was a mysterious guy on your campus. He was the guy who was at every party thrown, but also would spend hours studying in the library. He got good grades but could also drink more than fraternity brother. He was a puzzle that you were trying to figure out. Little did you know, you were the missing piece to his own puzzle.

"Are labels really that important when I am 100% certain about my feelings for you?"

Pairing: non-idol!Kang Yeosang x reader

Genre: Angst - unofficial relationship, uncertainty, friends with benefits turned to lovers.

Warnings: PG-13 - contains implied sexual intercourse, alcohol consumption, implied female masturbation

Word Count: 4.3k

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Yeosang was a mysterious man, even to those that personally knew him. He never really let off what his emotions were right away.

He was a man capable of multiple things. He had two personalities - one that was a tough, rigid guy who had his mind set on one thing. It would be impossible to get him to reconsider. He then also had this soft side of his personality that lured people in. Yeosang was always calm and composed. Overall though, he was like royalty. People worshipped the ground he walked on.

You were tucked away in his world. You got to experience both sides of him and then more. A lot more.

Your chest was rising and falling, holding Yeosang's comforter up to your chest. This was a regular routine for you and Yeosang. Every week, at some point or another, you would find yourself in his bed.

Last night, tequila was the motivating factor that led you into his bedroom. It started off innocent, Yeosang just checking in on you. You both were at the same party, but attended with different people. However, once you spotted him and the alcohol settled in your system, you decided it was only appropriate you grinded your hips back into him.

Eagerly, Yeosang ordered an Uber for the two of you. You couldn't remember much once you stepped into his apartment except for the quiet giggles, hands all over each other, and rushes kisses.

And now here you were. It was 8:08am. It was always a rush to be sleeping with Yeosang, but lately, you were craving more. More than just what friends with benefits are meant to be.

Yeosang and you met after being in the same writing seminar freshman year. It was a requirement for first years, to help them get accustomed to the writing styles expected of them. The two of you didn't take the class too seriously, often coming in late or skipping all together. You weren't expecting to be friends with Yeosang, considering he was rather quiet in class.

That's how the friendship began to blossom. You would hang out either at his apartment or yours. It was also how you got close with Yeosang's roommates - Yunho, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung.

You two quickly became friends on an intimate level. It started when you were confiding in Wooyoung how frustrated you were with meeting guys on Tinder. With your busy schedule, you weren't really trying to date in college. Yet, you still had needs. You figured one night stands would end up being your best option, but each guy left you more disappointed than the one before.

Big mistake in confiding in Wooyoung. Word quickly spread to Yeosang, who offered himself to help with your situation.

At first, you thought he was just mocking you. Sure, you could resort to masturbation or buying sex toys, but you loved the feeling of someone's body on yours. You craved the feeling of wandering hands on your skin, causing the goosebumps to rise and your heart to race with excitement. You even wanted to spend minutes rushing to cover up hickies before going to lectures.

You just had no idea how happy Yeosang was to help you out.

It started by hooking up when you were the most stressed - two days before exam day. You would spend the week trying to study as much as possible. Yet, Yeosang always noticed the way you would increasingly hunch over the table. It was as if you were being consumed by the stress and sex was the only remedy.

Soon, once a week became twice a week. You'd hit up Yeosang late at night, often when you were feeling the most lonely. And every time, Yeosang was wide awake and waiting for you with open arms. He would either make sweet love to you, reminding you of how cherished you are, or he would be willing to fuck you into his mattress.

Now, twice a week was almost every other night. You were over at Yeosang's more than you were at your own apartment. There even was a toothbrush waiting for you in his bedroom.

As seniors in college, things were starting to shift for you.

"Surprised you are up, darlin.'"

You jumped slightly at the sound of the deep voice behind you. He snickered before moving to wrap an arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. "Not like you to be up this early," he murmured. You felt yourself shiver, your heart racing, as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck.

The Yoesang campus knew would have never guessed he used pet names the way he just casually dropped them with you. If anything, they were probably convinced he had a stone-cold heart as he rarely showed emotion to others. The only time he seemed happy was if he was with his usual group.

But if you saw him walking alone through campus? His gaze was locked in front of him. He never smiled at people he passed, so people often avoided him.

"I'm also not the type of person to drink that much tequila," you sighed. Your face was moving to burrow into the pillow beneath you, which only made Yeosang laugh more.

Deep down, you knew you couldn't get tired of Yeosang. The physical chemistry between the two of you was undeniable. He also has become such a pivotal part of your life, as someone you confided in. He saw you truly at your lowest and highest.

I guess that is what made it easy to fall for him. The way he treated you made you feel like a princess. You couldn't help but wonder if there was something more than just friends with benefits.

As your dating life hit obstacles, Yeosang was quick to remind you of your worth. He would take you out into the city, treating you to dinner or attending events with you. He was also rather affectionate with you, a quickly you didn't see often even with his closest friends. He seemed a bit standoffish to the rest of the world. Yet, with you, you were the one that seemed to crack the code of who was Kang Yeosang.

There was no way you would dare to open up that conversation. For the most part, you were content with just being friends with benefits. Emphasis on the friends part. He was too important in your life just to allow the rush of butterflies to override your brain. Part of you was convinced that you only felt this way about Yeosang was because you had been single for some time now, and Yeosang offered everything that you wanted in a partner.

You only seemed to allow yourself to play into that fantasy when you were alone in your bedroom. Often, with your fingertips playing with your clit as you would close your eyes to think what it would be like to be Kang Yeosang's girlfriend.

"I think I'm going to hop in the shower. Care to join me for round 2?" "As much as I'd love that, I think I need to get something in my stomach." "Yeah, of course. Why don't you let me shower up real quick and we'll figure out where to go, ok?"

Just another reason why you adored Yeosang. He never pressured you to have sex with him, even though you often felt things were one-sided between the two of you. It was always you messaging him first, always you who orgasmed first. Sometimes, you wished Yeosang would be selfish and ask for you to come over.

As Yeosang slipped into his bedroom, you took the time to slip on one of Yeosang's shirt. He never seemed to mind, as you often left his place wearing one of his shirts. You were positive three or four had claimed refuge in your dresser. Before you ventured downstairs, you also made sure to slip on a pair of clean boxers from Yeosang's own dresser.

Hearing the shower head turn on, you slipped downstairs. You heard a slight commotion from downstairs. But you didn't need to see to already know the rest of the house was up and active.

"And look who it is. Mrs. Kang, nice of you to show your face instead of just hearing you," Mingi called out with a playful smirk.

The rest of the boys were crowded around the kitchen island, eating cereal except for San. He had his back turned towards you and the rest of the group. They were all snickering at Mingi's comment but quickly stopped when you smacked the back of Mingi's head.

"Where is the boyfriend anyways? Still asleep?" Yunho asked. "First of all, he is not my boyfriend. Second, could it kill any of you to make coffee?" You playfully whined. "Already on it, chief," San called out.

He stepped to reveal the glorious sight coffee being brewed in the coffee pot. You could just kiss San right now! "At least I can always depend on you, San," you said playfully.

All the boys were special to you, all thanks to Yeosang. They easily became like brothers of your own, having a special place in your heart. You kissed San's cheek gently before going to retrieve two coffee mugs for you, San, and Yeosang who would eventually appear.

"Don't let Yeosang see you. He might get jealous," Wooyoung laughed. "Unless that's her aim. You know, jealousy sex is the best especially when your boyfriend thinks you're into one of his friends." "And how would you know?" San asked, an eyebrow raised. "Your room isn't next to theirs." Your cheeks were flushed bright red. Maybe you should have stuck it out in the shower with Yeosang. You'd be safe from the ridicule and probably on your second orgasm by now.

"Yeosang isn't my boyfriend," you sighed. "Really? But that's the contact name he has saved for you in his phone."

The room suddenly got dead silent. All eyes were shifted to Wooyoung who was staring at your like a deer caught in headlights. You were staring forward, facing the cabinets before slowing turning around. Your heart had dropped to your stomach yet picked up again, both with curiosity and excitement.

Okay, maybe you were really into Yeosang.

"What did you say?" You voice was softer. "You know, I don't really know what I'm talking about. It could have been anyone." "Wooyoung!" Yunho hissed. "Shut the fuck up."

Your heart broke again, but this time shattered into pieces. That could also be true. You and Yeosang hadn't quite put a label on the two of you. It just seemed to be a mutual understanding that you were best friends who occasionally had sex. Friends with benefits. That was it, right?

Technically, he was free to see anyone else. At any point, your little scenario could come to an end when one of you finds a significant other. it was something you had acknowledged, but something you hadn't put much thought into.

You chewed on your bottom lip, as your heart and mind were arguing with each other. You hadn't even noticed your eyes were becoming glossy at the thought that Yeosang might be into someone that wasn't you. San's hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality.

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

It was then you became hyperaware that all eyes were on you. Wooyoung looked apologetically, as they were all concerned for you.

"You know, I forgot I promised to study today with a few friends. I'll catch you guys later."

Before any of them could stop you, you began rushing upstairs to Yeosang's room. Luckily, the shower was still running so you could make your great escape. You slipped on your sweatpants and jacket, gathering all your belongings into your purse.

The shower suddenly stopped. Fuck.

You bolted out of the room just as the door was opening from the bathroom, light and steam escaping into the hallway. You had made it halfway down the staircase when Yeosang seemed to call out to you. But you didn't have the guts to turn back around. Not when you felt like you couldn't breathe.

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"You just ran out of there?!" Hongjoong asked.

You groaned as out loud as you could, not too loud though as you didn't want to draw attention to yourself. After running out, you tried distracting yourself around your apartment but it was no use. This called for an emergency meeting with your best friend, Kim Hongjoong.

Hongjoong was a sophomore when you met him as a freshman. He kindly held your hair when you were throwing up at his house party, and you've been joined at the hip since. Hongjoong was attending grad school much to your benefit. He was still available for 911 Boy Trouble calls.

Tonight, you therapy session was over a pitcher of cocktails at your local college bar. Hongjoong knew all about Yeosang, as he too thought you two were together.

"What else was I supposed to do? Wooyoung blurted that apparently I'm Yeosang's girlfriend without him even saying so? And then brought up the fact that it might've been someone else? They had a front row view to me falling apart." "Remind me to smack some sense into Wooyoung." "I think Yunho already beat you to that one," you laughed softly. "Have you talked to Yeosang since?"

You shook your head, staring down into the pitcher of your drink. Your local college bar was known for these pitchers, putting gummies in them for an extra treat. You were staring down basically into a swimming pool of gummy worms and sweet alcohol.

Yeosang has been trying to call you all day today, probably confused why you got up and ran out. it was very unlike you, especially not to tell him your whereabouts. You were sure his roommates were filling him in though about what went down in the kitchen. The last thing you wanted was to confess why exactly you ran out of the apartment.

Hongjoong didn't say anything at first. And it was starting to scare you. Did he also know something you didn't? You peered up to see Hongjoong almost staring through you. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was going on. It became clear that he was looking behind you, which naturally made you turn around.

Once again, you felt your heart shatter. You didn't want to become accustomed to this feeling, but it was getting worse each time.

There were Yeosang, San, and Mingi. Wooyoung and Yunho had found themselves at the bar, probably ordering for the group. Normally, you would have been elated to see the group and probably would have gone over. That is, if there wasn't a girl sandwiched between Yeosang and San.

Who was she? Was she with Yeosang or San? Was this the alleged girlfriend Wooyoung actually was referring to?

"Y/n, don't even bother," Hongjoong began.

Quickly turning back around, you downed your drink. Hongjoong's eyes widened as he watched you, still halfway through his first one. He's seen you drink before, but not that quickly.

This evening was definitely taking a turn.

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"Y/n, come on. We're going home," Hongjoong announced.

He was trying his best to sound stern with you, but he was honestly concerned about you. He has never seen this bad before. He's never seen anyone drink 5 pitchers without splitting them with someone. It was as if you were trying to prove to yourself you could live a life without Yeosang in it.

"Nooooo," you whined out. "Just one more, Joongie, please." "Absolutely not. We are going home."

He was trying his best to get you outside, so he could order an Uber for the two of you. Hongjoong had a few drinks, trying to keep up with you, but still sober enough to know getting behind the wheel was the worse thing for the two of you. All he wanted was to get you in your apartment, get some water in your system, and tuck you into bed.

Hongjoong was trying to keep you stable, as you were swaying back and forth. You made numerous attempts to go up to the bar to order for yourself, but the bartender refused. You then had tried getting Hongjoong to buy you another drink, but he had already bought 5 out of your 6 rounds. It was time to call quits.

"Look, I know you're upset, y/n, sweetheart. But this isn't going to help you. You're going to have a massive headache in the morning and be even more upset." "But I want to stay."

People were staring at you. Of course, there were tales of people getting too crazy at the bar. You just never thought you would be one of those people.

"Hongjoong, you heard her." A voice announced from the two of you. "She doesn't want to leave."

Looking over your shoulder, you scoffed to see it was Yeosang standing behind you. His friends including the mystery girl, and everyone at the bar, were watching the three of you. Your hands were resting on Hongjoong's arms, so you wouldn't go slipping onto the floor since your legs were wobbly.

"Maybe you can talk some sense into her?" Hongjoong reasoned.

Getting a look at you, Yeosang then realized that Hongjoong was just trying to do the right thing. Your skin was pale from all the alcohol and lack of food you consumed. Your eyes were glazed over, as you tried your best to maintain eye contact. You did need to go home.

"Sweet girl, he's right. You need to go home." "And why should I?" you slurred. "Just to have sex with you again and have you drop me?" "You know I'd never do that to you," he responded, his voice stern.

Yeosang glanced between you and Hongjoong, nodding. He extended his arms, knowing you couldn't walk on your own but offering for Hongjoong to pass you off to him. Slowly, Hongjoong brought you into Yeosang's arms.

Once he had you in his arms, he made sure one arm was wrapped around you to support you up. He flexed his arms just for the support and to pull you in close to him. His other hand had cupped your cheek, causing you to look up at him slowly. He offered a gentle smile to which made you still feel all warm and tingly despite the amount of times you wanted to cry over him today. Damn him.

"Come on, angel. We are going to go home, ok?"

There were murmurs around the two of you. Surprised to see Yeosang show an ounce of kindness.

"Is the Uber already ordered?" Hongjoong shook his head but did pull out his phone. "No, I was going to wait until we got outside. I thought the cool air might help her, but I can order it for the two of you. Just text me when you get her home?"

Yeosang thanked quickly before helping you out of the bar. He could care less about his reputation of being a lone wolf, someone not to be messed with, dissolved just by his actions. All that mattered was getting you home.

Luckily, the Uber was right around the corner. Perks of going to a university in a major city. Yeosang held you up right still. His hand now tucking strands of his hair behind your ear as he looked at you softly yet with so much concern. God, it felt like your heart was going to combust.

"What's going on, sweetheart? You have been hard to reach all day, and now you don't tell me when you plan on drinking? You know I like to be in the same room just to make sure you're okay." "And interrupt your date? No thanks," you huffed. "Date? You think San is my type?"

Your eyes narrowed in on him, and he realized it was no joking matter. His hand came back to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes locked on his. He desperately wanted to figure out what was troubling your mind.

"Yeosang, I saw you. You were on a date with some girl. Wooyoung also said you had a girlfriend. I thought I was more than a side piece to you!"

Before Yeosang could answer, the Uber pulled up. He rolled down the window, asking if it was for Hongjoong for which Yeosang just played along. He definitely owed your friend for this favor.

The Uber driver unlocked the backdoor, allowing Yeosang to open it. He helped you in, making sure you didn't knock your knees against the back of the passenger seat or fall over. He then leaned over to buckle you in. You were his priority.

"Y/n, I can promise you that she is not my girlfriend," he whispered.

Once again, you scoffed at him. How stupid did he think you were? That just because you had a bit to drink that you'd believe every word he said? Your arms crossed over your chest, turning away from him. Yeosang couldn't help but smirk and snicker at you. He never realized how adorable you could get when you were frustrated especially at him.

Not wanting to keep the driver waiting, Yeosang quickly jogged around to the opposite side of the car. Just where you were looking at. You groaned as his eyes met yours once the door was open and he slid in.

Great.

Yeosang buckled up, so that the driver wouldn't get annoyed with you two. Plus, the quicker you could get home, the sooner you could be put to bed.

"Y/n, I mean it. That is not my girlfriend. She's one of Yunho's friends. He is actually trying to set her up with San." "Then why were you sitting beside her?"

He chuckled as he noticed you were jealous on top of being drunk. Interesting. Yeosang leaned in gently to press a kiss to your cheek, moving his lips to whisper into your ear.

"Just didn't want to make her feel trapped with San. I didn't want to put her in the corner where she was stuck with San. I could easily get up if she wanted to leave," he explained. "Better question though, my dear, is are you jealous?"

Your eyes widened and jaw dropped. You were trying to rack through all the excuses you could come up with, but your drunk mind was failing you. Everyone knew you to be quick on your feet. Not tonight.

"And what if I am?" You asked softly. "I like knowing you are jealous and protective of me," he smirked. "I mean, if anyone is my girlfriend, it would be you."

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Your eyes fluttered once again, just like yesterday. Immediately, you groaned as there was a sharp headache. The brightness in your bedroom didn't help either.

"Good morning, sweet girl."

It was then your eyes shot open. What? You looked over beside you to see Yeosang, shirtless, in your bed. You looked down to see you had gotten changed out of the black tube top and ripped jeans into an oversized shirt. One of Yeosang's that was stored at your place.

"We didn't-" "Hell no. You're extremely attractive, y/n, but you were so drunk. I didn't want to take disadvantage of you, so you yelled at me, got changed into one of my shirts, and fell asleep. I just moved you so you were more comfortable in bed."

You nodded slowly, chewing on your bottom lip. You yelled at him? "Sorry," you muttered.

"No, it's ok. I kind of deserved it."

What was he talking about now? It was getting exhausting that everyone else seemed to have an idea of what was going on besides you.

"Something about how I'm not honest with you. And that if you were actually my girlfriend, you would actually say it then pretending we just fuck like bunnies." "I mean, it's true," you sighed.

Yeosang nodded understandably. He never met to drag out confessing his feelings for you. Truthfully, Yeosang had never been good at expressing his emotions. He liked the fact that you spent so much time together that a lot of people assumed you were together. He just believed you two were on the same page without needing to communicate it.

"Are labels really that important when I am 100% certain about my feelings for you?"

Now you made full eye contact with him. You were laying on your back as he was propped up on his side, turned towards you. Even after seeing you at your messiest, he still looked at you like you were the rarest gem found.

"Some sort of indicator that you like me like that would have been helpful, Yeosang," you whispered. "Does this help?"

Slowly, he moved to hover above you. His hand slid over to hold your hip, squeezing your hipbone affectionately. The other hand moved to cup your face. There was no doubt in his mind. He leaned in slowly to press his lips against you.

He kissed you with everything in him. All the words unspoken were communicated through that kiss. The force of his lips pushed your head back into the pillow slightly, but you were quick to reciprocate. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his hair which caused him to smile into the kiss.

"Call it whatever you want, baby. If you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend, we are. I already know you're all mine, and I don't want to shy away from it anymore," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled back, so you could look into his eyes. This time, he was one nervously biting his lip. Did he say too much? Did he say the wrong thing? Fuck, he's never been this nervous before. "I'm yours and you're all mine," you vowed. "Let's just never let Wooyoung decide our next move before we do." "Deal."

[miscellaneousdae]

[11:24 am] — Kang Yeosang ᡣ𐭩

my friend said ‘real love, baby’ by father john misty is yeosang coded and so i wrote this to ease the pain!!

“Yeosang,” you call the name of your lover, who sits at the small round table in your dining room, taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes find yours in an instant, silently telling you to go on. “Dance with me?” You ask, turning up the music. He stays still, lips pressed against the coffee mug.

“I’m a flower, you’re my bee,” you sing the lyrics as you walk towards him, doing a spin on the way. The man grins, placing his mug down. “It’s much older than you and me,” you continue, grabbing his hands when you reach him, and guiding him out of his seat. His hands quickly find their place on your lower back, and yours on his shoulders. You both sway to the music, small, lovesick grins on your lips.

“I’m in love, i’m alive,” you continue, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He hums in response, leaning back in for more when you pull away. The song continues in the back as he sweetly kisses you - the kiss is innocent, full of nothing but pure love and adoration for one another, as you continue dancing around your shared home, sun seeping through the windows.

🎶 i want real love, baby

ooh, don’t leave me waiting

I’ve got real love maybe 🎶

[yuyusuyu]

the heavenly stars between us

pairing. astronaut! kang yeosang x astronaut! gender neutral! reader

synopsis. you can only hope to see him again in your dreams and hope for good news every time you wake up

genres/aus. space au, kind of? star crossed lovers, established relationship

warnings. none! reader is just very sad because they miss their lover, but there shouldn't be anything to be wary of. if there is, please let me know!

rating. sfw

wc. 3.4k

a/n. FIRST WORK OF THE YEAR 🙌🏼 the flow is a little odd (?) which i aimed for but the ending is a little rushed... yikes... also this was inspired by interstellar because thats my favorite movie and its so good and yea.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! it helps with not getting shadowbanned

YOU HUM QUIETLY, STIRRING THE LIQUID INSIDE OF YOUR MUG ABSENTMINDEDLY. your attention isn’t really on anything in particular; well, not like you’d really have anything to think about when there's nothing here. your eyes trail over to the coffin-like contraption that holds the co-leader of the expedition, choi jongho, through the security camera. you turn away from the screen just as small, repetitive thuds echo in the spacecraft, only growing louder as it comes closer. you don’t look up and instead look out the window, staring at the two closest planets that sit on opposite sides of your ship. you take a sip from your mug when a voice rings out.

“it’s nearing ten. you should head to sleep, captain l/n.”

“i’ve told you to just call me captain y/n or just by my name, TEEZ,” you mumble, your coffee leaving a dull ache in your throat. “and time doesn’t really matter when you’re in space, does it? i’ll head to sleep when i’m tired.” there’s no response from the rectangular robot, so you glance and find it next to you. “TEEZ…?”

“your psychological appointment is in a week, captain. however, as you are set to enter cryosleep before that, would you like to have it now?”

“...sure.” you sink into your seat and hold the edges of your blanket closer to you, lifting your legs and holding them close to your chest all the while your free hand cradles your mug.

“how are you feeling?”

you bite back a scoff, glance at the rectangular piece of metal next to you and look back out the window again, this time focusing on the planet that sits to the right of the ship, a couple of hours away. “well,” you swallow the lump in your throat and sigh, “i’ve been better. can’t say i’m bad, either. i’m just in the middle.”

“do you still have hope?”

hope.

do you… still have hope?

hope that… you’ll get to see your friends again? see him again?

“i, uh, don’t actually know.” the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth and tears prickle the corners of your eyes. still, you blink them away and let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know if i still have hope or if i should have any at all.”

the robot whirs. “well, i can’t say i understand you, captain. afterall, i’m just a robot.”

you snort, “thank you for pointing out the obvious, TEEZ.”

“you're welcome, captain l/n.” TEEZ moves to stay on your other side, inserting a sliver of itself into the controls. the ship turns around, the two planets no longer visible and the wormhole behind the ship coming into sight, the one that brought you all there.

the one that could take you back to your solar system.

“you know,” you hum with the mug pressed to your lips. “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed. he doesn’t really appreciate your sarcasm, remember?”

“captain kim isn’t on this spacecraft, captain.”

yes, captain kim hongjoong, the leader of the HALA expedition, isn’t on this spacecraft. in fact, he’s piloting one of the pods in the first planet, the one on the left, with doctors park seonghwa and jung wooyoung. in the second planet, the one on the right, captain kang yeosang pilots the pod and is accompanied by doctors jeong yunho, song mingi and choi san.

how long has it been since you last saw them? you wonder that quite often.

“the wait never gets easier for you, does it, captain?”

“no,” your voice is quiet, so quiet that you barely even heard yourself. “it doesn’t.”

“captain, my data suggests that you should enter cryosleep earlier in order to sleep away the pain. well, that is what my data suggests, but my data with dr hong’s psychology input suggests that you should start accepting the fact that you may never get to see the rest of the team again.”

you only hum, “i should, shouldn’t i? enter my cryochamber, that is.” you don’t think you could ever think that—never seeing them and him again. it’s something too heavy for your mind and heart to even accept.

“yes, captain. it is only reasonable for you to do so as dr choi is due to wake up in a few hours.”

“is he?”

“he is.” 

your coffee is cold now, but you finish it regardless and stand up, heading over to your room. before you leave the control room, you stop, “wake me up when it’s time for jongho to wake up. i’d like to greet him. it would be nice… to see a familiar face after sleeping for so long, after all.”

“you’re the only familiar face on this ship, captain.”

your lips curl up into a smile, “i’ll have to get dr choi to change your humor settings, TEEZ.”

“you only jest, captain. have a good sleep.”

“thank you.”

“hi there,” you can hear a soft murmur next to you. you don’t think much of it and only stretch your hand out aimlessly. a chuckle follows and you feel a hand grab your own, fingers intertwining immediately. a thumb rubs over the expanse of your knuckles. “miss me?”

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose, the metal around it sending shivers down your spine. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you open your eyes, a pout resting on your face while you scrunch your nose in disgust. “that’s disgusting. of course i wouldn’t be in the same space as you while you go about your business, yeosang. but you know what i mean!”

“do i really know what you mean?” the amusement in his eyes has you huffing and turning away from him while he laughs loudly this time. his hand grabs onto your shoulder, turning your body so that’s your lying on your back. yeosang rubs his thumb under your eye, smiling. it wavers for a second, twitching almost.

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

yeosang sighs, his hands cupping your cheeks. he stares into your eyes, slowly blinking. “i’ll miss you.” his head dips down and he rests his forehead against yours. you can see his eyes shaking—no, you can feel him shake. “i’ll miss you, y/n.”

a voice rings out and calls your name. you don’t pay attention to it and focus on yeosang.

“captain y/n.”

you blink your eyes open, the image of yeosang slowly fading away until there’s nothing but emptiness in front of you. with your back flat against the small and stiff mattress, you stare up at the ceiling blankly, taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling.

“captain, dr choi is set to wake up in five minutes.”

“five minutes,” you repeat, “alright.” with that, you get out of bed and change into your uniform: a gray suit with black accents. it’s simple—you chuckle as you walk down the corridor and head into the cryosleep room, remembering how dr song complained about the uniform for cryosleeping was too plain and how dr choi told him to knock it off.

“did you remember something pleasant, captain?” TEEZ moves alongside you, stopping right in front of jongho’s cryochamber. the display pad shows his information in blue letters:

DR. CHOI JONGHO | CO-LEADER OF THE HALA EXPEDITION 2025 | PHYSICAL AGE: 31

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 JULY 2055 – 15 SEPTEMBER 2060

EXITING CRYOSLEEP IN 30 SECONDS

you crinkle your nose at the year.

it’s been so long already, and you remember it having been 2030 not too long ago. this is the time you currently have passed, but back on earth? you don’t even want to think about it. the cryochamber slowly opens up, frosty air coming out. TEEZ approaches the chamber, “welcome back, dr choi.”

jongho groans softly, his hand wrapping around the edge to support himself sitting up.

“it looks like you already need my help, doctor,” you tease, coming up and resting your hand against his back for additional support.

dr choi scoffs, “and it looks like you haven’t changed a single bit, captain,” he looks at with narrowed eyes, the scowl on his lips turning into a pretty smile, “how have you been, y/n?”

“meh,” you shrug, smiling back at him. “i could be better. how was your sleep, jongho?”

“meh,” he says, also shrugging. “it could have been better.”

you help jongho out of his cryochamber, wrapping his arm around your neck before slowly making it over to the lounge. you fill him on the way over there with what you saw and heard.

“so there’s still no news,” jongho sighs, thanking you as you help him into a chair. you nod in response and head over to the counter, opening the cupboards.

“absolutely nothing,” you mumble. “would you like something light to eat?”

“heavens yes,” he says, throwing his back. “i could kill for some food right now.”

“that’s not a very appropriate thing to say, dr choi,” comments TEEZ. the robot moves and sits next to you and away from the co-leader.

jongho deadpans, “TEEZ it’s possible for me to change your humor settings, correct?”

“that is correct, doctor.”

he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at the robot. “you know,” he starts, “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed, TEEZ.”

you giggle just as TEEZ speaks. “captain y/l/n said the same thing.”

“well, that is to be expected,” jongho grins and waves his hand about, “we are childhood best friends. captain kang would have said the same as well. we are a trio, after all.”

you snort and agree, finishing up what you conjured for jongho to eat and handing it over to him. it’s silent, to say the least. besides the quiet hum from the HALA spacecraft, jongho doesn’t make a single sound as he devours what you’ve given to him. TEEZ remains by the table and you sit in front of jongho, your chin in the palm of your hand as your mind wanders off to your childhood days with him and yeosang.

“captain, it’s time for you to enter your cryochamber.” TEEZ moves towards jongho, two rods coming out from it, “would you like to send her off, dr choi?”

the look of surprise on jongho’s face would have normally made you laugh, but you really don’t have the spirit to do so. you’re so tired, your heart is pretty numb at this point. all you wish for is to sleep and hope that the next time you wake you’ll hear good news from jongho. for now, all you can do is offer him a smile. “i’m pretty tired after a whole year of being alone,” you tell him, “TEEZ and i think it would be best for me to go into cryosleep quickly.”

his eyes widened even more, “you were awake for a whole year?” jongho huffs upon your silence, “well… help me over there, TEEZ. it’s nice to go into a deep sleep with someone there.”

you feel bad for leaving jongho this quickly right as he’s come back when you’ve done a good job of at least staying there for an extra day or two before entering your chamber. but it’s so tiring, the constant reminder that it’s been more than twenty years since you last saw him and your friends. though you haven’t experienced the passage of time like TEEZ has, the knowledge of it hurts. it hurts a lot, and you know you should start losing hope that they’ll come back, that he’ll come back. you feel bad for leaving him, for wanting to be selfish and continue to hope. 

“it’s fine.”

jongho helps you get situated into the chamber. he watches you shiver from the water as you settle onto your back, staring right back at him.

“you don’t have to feel bad… i know you miss everyone. maybe one a little bit more in particular.”

you chuckle, “shut up, jongho. you’re making it sound like i only care about one person.”

he rolls his eyes at you, “you kind of do.”

“TEEZ, i’d like to sleep now!” you laugh. it’s the first time in a while that you’ve laughed.

“roger that, captain.”

TEEZ puts in your sleep schedule, a loud beeeep resonating afterwards. the top begins to close; you see jongho wiggle his fingers at you, “sleep well, y/n,” is the last thing you hear when you close your eyes.

jongho stares at the information on the display pad:

Y/N L/N | CAPTAIN OF THE HALA SPACECRAFT | PHYSICAL AGE: 32

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 SEPTEMBER 2060 – 15 NOVEMBER 2065

“see you later, y/n.”

“why now?”

yeosang doesn’t turn to look at you, his gaze still focused on the setting sun and its colors reflected on the lake’s surface. you can see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find the words to tell you what he wants to say. “...we should live now,” he says, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on top of the fencing, “we lost our youth and i… i want to regain it. with you.”

you swivel around and look at the cabin, blinking once and then twice before answering. “we’re finishing our training in a week.”

“i know.”

“and you still want this? we’re the top candidates of their next space expedition, you know.”

“i still want this.” yeosang finally turns around to face you, slowly sliding his arms around you and pulling you against him in a hug. “i want a life with you. i only want to fly with you… just you. none of that matters to me much anymore. NASA, being a pilot: it doesn’t matter.”

you hum, “really?”

“yes… and they have hongjoong, don’t they? and more pilots… they’ll be fine without us.”

life with yeosang at the cabin was nice. you two learned how to plant and take care of crops, learned how to row a boat out into the lake and you learned how to swim after yeosang knocked over the boat on accident, learned how to care for a puppy. he learned to fall in love with little things of life, you learned to love the peace and quiet instead of the chaotic city life you were used to.

maybe that’s why living your married life out in the cabin felt like a dream to you. it was too perfect, too satisfactory that you often worried about things that would take it away from you. yeosang always reassured you that wouldn’t be the case.

but then kim hongjoong showed up with jongho, and that’s how you found yourselves back with the gang on a trip to saturn.

“hi there,” you can hear a soft murmur next to you. you don’t think much of it and only stretch your hand out aimlessly. a chuckle follows and you feel a hand grab your own, fingers intertwining immediately. a thumb rubs over the expanse of your knuckles. “miss me?”

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you open your eyes, a pout resting on your face while you scrunch your nose in disgust. “that’s disgusting. of course i wouldn’t be in the same space as you while you go about your business, yeosang. but you know what i mean!”

“do i really know what you mean?” the amusement in his eyes has you huffing and turning away from him while he laughs loudly this time. his hand grabs onto your shoulder, turning your body so that’s your lying on your back. yeosang rubs his thumb under your eye, smiling. it wavers for a second, twitching almost.

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

yeosang sighs, his hands cupping your cheeks. he stares into your eyes, slowly blinking. “i’ll miss you.” his head dips down and he rests his forehead against yours. you can see his eyes shaking—no, you can feel him shake. “i’ll miss you, y/n.”

“i’ll miss you,” you repeat, closing your eyes as you savor the warmth that radiates from him. “i shouldn’t have focused on piloting so much. maybe i could have gone with you to abos.”

planet abos is one of the two planets that are closest to the HALA spacecraft. it’s a planet that is pale blue and has a ring and multiple moons surrounding it. it’s the planet that yeosang and your friends yunho, san and mingi will go to. the other planet, nolla 66, is a white planet with no moon. your friends hongjoong, seonghwa and wooyoung will go to that planet while you and jongho stay on the spacecraft to receive the first set of data they’ll send out. you wanted to go with yeosang, but as a pilot you had to stay while the other two pilots took on the task of flying their pods over to their respective planet along with a robot. TEEZ would stay onboard while TANN and ATEZ would go with a team.

yeosang chuckles, “well, it’s too late to think about that now.” he trails off for a few seconds, “...stay sleeping for as long as possible.”

you don’t know how fast or how slow time flows on those two planets. the plan for you and jongho, as per the three robots’ suggestions, is to sleep for a long time. if there is no sign of communication from either team, TEEZ would wake you up and you would stay awake for a month. at the end of your month, you would wake up jongho and then go back to sleep for five years. jongho would stay awake for a month and then go back to sleep for five years until the next time you wake up, thus starting the sleep cycle.  

you press a kiss to his cheek, mumbling, “i will.”

“captain l/n and captain kang, it’s time.”

yeosang instead falls on top of you, holding you as best as he can. “delay departure, TANN. delay it for a day.”

“captain kang—”

“delay it for a day,” he mumbles, “that’s an order from your captain. it won’t affect captain hongjoong’s departure, anyways.”

thuds can be heard, the sounding growing fainter the further TANN moves away from your room.

“yeosang, you have to go,” you chuckle as you card your fingers through his coal colored hair, “the faster the better.”

he pulls back, pressing his lips against yours quickly. “remember this,” he whispers, “even the heavens and the stars, absolutely nothing, will keep me away from you. i will come back because you are my air, the very reason why i live and will continue to live, you are my sun and star.”

one thing you hate about cryosleeping are the dreams. every time you enter deep sleep, all you ever do is dream about him. your dreams will always be about yeosang, and every time you wake up you have to remind yourself that he won’t be there.

so as the lid opens and the cold air rushes out, your conscience slowly reawakens and you tell yourself that yeosang won’t be there. you feel someone flick your forehead. you sigh as you come to your senses, groggily swatting the hand away. you’re surprised when their fingers wrap around your wrist. “hey, choi jongho,” you grumble, “you’re already picking a fight with me?”

a laugh.

the laugh has you opening your eyes quickly to stare up at the man you haven’t seen in a very long time.

yeosang beams down at you, still in his white suit. his hair is ruffled from taking off his helmet, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. when his twinkling eyes stare into yours, you choke up and start crying, holding onto his hand, the silver band of his ring shining in the light of the room.

“miss me much?”

you’re not sure how long you’ve slept for, but you know it must have been a year because your arms feel like jelly. yet, you push past the numbness and throw your arms around yeosang, crying more. he holds you like you’re made of glass: fragile and precious.

“i told you that i would come back to you no matter what.”

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[kiestrokes]

ATEEZ as Cringy First Messages I Received on a Dating App | NSFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x lines intended to get one laid...that got them blocked Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: headcanon, smau? Warnings: we go from tolerable to super cringey pick up lines, aroaces please brace yourselves. also so questionable questions... it was actually pretty mild compared to my experience on tinder in 2018. Age has really helped some of these men figure things out...that or the fact I was out west and not submerged in east coast southern men helped us out. Hope it gives you even the teeniest laugh!

Sexually Explicit Content: sex positions, "daddy", penis mentions, "bitch".

🗝️ Note: oookay. so while is AZ I went on a random dating app for two days and was sending cringey lines I received to @chans-room when I got the idea to use some of them for an ATEEZ headcanon. Please keep in mind, these are just the things I find cringe for someone to open with, and I am not kink shaming anyone at all.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here. 

Park Seonghwa 📱: Can daddy see you?

Kim Hongjoong 📱: Hope you don't mind a cowboy with a big cock

Jeong Yunho 📱: Baby you're so gorgeous do you live by yourself?

Kang Yeosang 📱: U would love my back strokes fuck missionary but I'll put my legs over my shoulder and get in deep

Choi San 📱: Hey sexy

Song Mingi 📱: Hey sexy ;) how are you doing today?

Jung Wooyoung 📱: Be my bitch

Choi Jongho 📱: Let's fuck soon.

⟡ Bonus ⟡

MATZ 📱: I definitely manifested this match 😘

🗝️Note: Not really cringe...but also someone definitely did some cooking on this man. He knows too much.

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[cherrysoojins]

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✉️. four of eight, kang yeosang. i wish you love.

life pulls everyone in different directions. you and yeosang might’ve been made for each other, but your life paths just didn’t allow you to be together.

&ㅤㅤ 📦 ♡ warnings. sfw, fluff / angsty ( mainly angst ), suited for all ages, not proofread ( might have spelling errors ), let me know if any other warnings that should be added ! 985 wc.

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you wish the man in front of you everything good in life.

from happiness, to sadness and healing, to wonderful friendships and his favorite delicious bagels to be cooked to perfection every time he orders them, to love.

you wish it all for him.

kang yeosang was a man you would give your everything to. in your will, when the time comes to write one, you would write to give him everything you own for him to use or to sell for money to give him a better life. with your own money you would constantly buy him riches and lavishes to decorate himself or his apartment or his car with, even if you were bordering on being broke.

and you would do it all out of love. time and time again, you would do it until your last, wishful breath. and even now, you still wouldn’t change anything.

you wouldn’t change anything even though life is pulling you two into two different directions.

you, a job opportunity across the world from him. and him with his own career starting in a place you can’t be, you would continue to wish good things for him.

“you’ll be alright,” you spoke softly, smiling up at the male who looked down at you as you tied the scarf you bought as a present around his neck.

the scarf that had a very excessive price for it just being a scarf, but he said he liked it.

“just stick to the flash cards we did and the interview will go good.” you comforted him, tying a knot of the scarf and bringing it up to cover the bottom half of his face, making a smile etch into your face at how cute he looked.

yeosang said nothing, simply staring down at you for a moment longer before bringing his hands up to cup your face in his hands.

just moments prior he had been complaining about his interview and how he thinks he is going to freeze up and ruin it all, but now he was silent and had a look of longing in his eyes that tugged on your heart strings.

you two… were two different people, with two different dreams and aspirations, when you talked about your future together, it never lined up.

when you wanted to go an explore the world, bask in freedom and have fun, he wanted to settle down and have a loving family.

and there was nothing wrong with that, it’s just not what you wanted. and what you wanted was not what he wanted.

when you got your job that allowed you to travel across the world and get paid for it, he unfortunately couldn’t come due to his own job and the fact he didn’t want to leave seoul, he wanted to stay here and relax. but he wanted to do that with you.

but you two were two different people.

you couldn’t force him to come with you, he couldn’t force you to stay. and neither of you wanted to force each other into anything.

“do you really have to go?” he asked even though he knew the answer. his strained voice was muffled slightly due to the fabric of the scarf, causing you to let out a small giggle at how utterly cute he was at the moment.

you put your hands above his that were on your cheeks, looking up into his eyes as you smiled softly at him, a look of sadness in your eyes that gave him his answer.

yes. you had to go.

you had a dream, and you wanted to achieve it. even if it didn’t include him like you originally wanted it to.

he also had a dream, a dream you couldn’t provide him. and he would continue that dream, even if it also didn’t include you like he wanted it to.

it was a mutual understanding. right person, wrong time in a way. maybe if you two met before college where you still weren’t set on what you wanted to do once you graduated, maybe you two could’ve had a different outcome.

but that wasn’t the case.

so you had to let him go, despite the urge to tug him on the plane that you were about to get on and keep him with you.

and he had to do the same.

“i hope you can find someone who wants the same thing as you,” you whispered lowly, swallowing the lump in your throat that was forming. you tried to ignore the tears pricking at your eyes at the mere thought of him with someone else, settling down and starting a family, coming home and making his presence known with a kiss to their lips—

but you can’t be selfish.

if you wish him love, you can’t be. you have to give him the future he wants, and you just can’t be apart of it, sadly.

but you also knew it tore him apart. how you both chose to respect the different life styles of each other, how you both decided to let each other go.

you always said you hated growing up, and even as an adult who graduated college, you still hate it. growing up and moving on… fuck, you hated it so much.

“i also hope you don’t forget me.” you sheepishly said, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest, hands hanging onto the long coat he was wearing.

“never.” he said immediately, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you closer into him and burying his nose into the crown of your head. “i’ll never forget you. never.”

from now, until the point you got onto the plane, you had the same thing on your mind through it all.

you wished kang yeosang all the love in the world, even if it couldn’t be from you.

and he wished the same for you.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

First Time!February- Fic 4

Requested by: @mrcarrots

Content Includes: Soft!Dom Yeosang x sub!gn reader, the reader does wear panties but it still counts as gn reader right?, praise, kissing, awkward sex scene, comfort and reassurance is rampant through this fic, thigh-riding, yeosang experiences ‘dom drop’ in this scene, angst with a happy ending. 

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“I’m all yours honey, you can do whatever you want. I trust you”

Yeosang’s promising eyes stared up at you as his dark hair fell against the pillow, his strong hands rubbing up at your sides in reassurance. 

“Oooh, I don’t know if you should say that” you chuckled shyly, peering down at Yeosang through your lashes, hands gently stroking up his covered chest. 

“Why?” Yeosang asked, an air of curiosity in his tone. 

“Because I have had a lot of thoughts” you admitted, glancing down at his naval so you didn’t have to look into his eyes. 

Yeosang was happy that you couldn’t see his throat tighten and cheeks redden, his hands gripping your hips more firmly as your words had him thinking…and not in a calming way. 

“If it makes you feel better…I’ve had a lot of thoughts too” He responded, his voice averting to his gaze where his eyes were filled with complete honesty. 

“Really?” Your eyes gleamed with curiosity as a sly smile appeared on your face. 

“Like what?” 

Fuck, he knew he walked right into that one. 

“Like-” His voice cracked from the anxiety, he cleared his throat quickly and began. 

“Now. Seeing you like this on top of me” He gently rubbed up and down your arms, gazing at awe with you. 

“How pretty you would look”

The comment flustered you as you hastily brushed your hair back from your face. 

“Now you’ve got me all shy” You responded, covering your mouth as you giggled. 

Yeosang chuckled back, 

‘I like making you shy’ He spoke as he reached up to tuck a hair behind your ear. 

‘I haven’t had anyone like this before, it’s cute’ He spoke whilst doing it. 

You rolled your eyes, ‘You mean virgin?’ 

Yeosang’s eyes widened as he frowned, 

‘No…I mean like I haven’t been with someone that hasn’t had a lot of experience…and I mean that in a good way’ Yeosang ended the sentence abruptly, cringing at hearing himself sound all flustered. 

‘I just’ He exhaled through his nose ‘Want to make you feel special’. 

That comment had made your heart melt and you leaned down, still straddling him and kissed lightly on the mouth. 

‘You do make me feel special’ You breathed against his lips before giving them a peck. 

‘It’s why I’m glad you’re my first boyfriend’ You complimented before kissing him again, this time it lingered, just feeling his mouth pressed to yours. 

‘Me too’ Yeosang responded cheekily as you pulled away, straddling him again. 

‘Are you sure you’re ready?’ He asked again, his brow raised in concern. 

You glanced over at the clean sheets, the fairy lights, the fake tea lights and the stash of condoms on his bedside drawer. 

Yeah, ready as you’ll ever be. 

‘Mmm’ You nodded enthusiastically. 

Yeosang breathed out a sigh and you could see his mind thinking in his glance, pondering his next step. 

‘Remember that time you said you loved how strong my thighs were?’ 

You huffed lightly, a smile spreading across your face in humour. 

‘Yeah, I said they were built like a tank’. 

It was his turn to huff as he shifted his legs, speaking as he did so. 

‘Do you want to feel them again?’ He asked hesitantly, slotting his right thigh between your legs. 

‘Like this?’ You responded, your hands rubbing the sides of it. 

‘No..I mean’ He pushed you further down on his jean-covered thigh, tilting your hips forward slightly as you felt a slight pressure against your mound. 

‘Like that’ He breathed out when he heard you gasp, your hands tightening on the material of his t-shirt. 

‘Mmmm? Again?’ You asked as you moved your hips for the second time, it was a little out of rhyme but it was enough to give you that slight bit of pleasure. 

‘You like it? Like doing this?’ Yeosang was starting to become breathless as he lifted his right leg up slightly to give you more of a drag. 

‘Mmm…more’ You gasped out, ‘Yeosang…more’. 

‘It would feel better….’ He bunched your shirt around your waist, teasing the waist of your leggings. 

‘If you took your tights off, I’ll take my shirt off too, make it more comfortable for you’. He suggested, surprised at how eagerly you moved to stand away from the bed, hastily removing your tights so you were left in a thigh-length t-shirt and cotton panties. 

Your heart started to race even more as you saw Yeosang remove his t-shirt, his naked front exposed and looking like a model in his navy-coloured jeans. 

‘Honey’ He gestured, motioning for you to move towards him and you followed, moving back to the same position as before. 

His hands slid up your shirt and his fingers gently pressed into the sides of your hips, the heat of his touch causing your skin to shiver and you jolted slightly as the scratchy material touched the inside of your sensitive thigh. 

‘Just let me lead, okay honey? You’re safe with me’. 

You nodded enthusiastically which gave Yeosang the green light to be a bit more forward, pushing your hips further back before tilting them forward again, dragging your core across the material in a way that had little gasps leave your mouth. 

No one was counting how long it had been since you started to rut yourself against Yeosang’s thigh but the growing pants and gasps leaving both your mouths meant it probably had been awhile. 

‘Yeosang…’ You whined out, your brow furrowing in concentration as your arms started to tremble from supporting yourself, your hips starting to falter. 

‘I…I don’t know..I can’t’ 

Yeosang was quick to action by planting his hands firmly against your waist and holding you still. 

‘It’s okay’ He gently tugged you down so you were lying on his chest, his hand softly petting and murmurs of ‘you did so well’ and ‘my pretty doll’ were whispered in your ear. 

Your breathing had slowed and you were now just basking in Yeosang’s warmth, feeling his strong arms surround you and holding you to him. 

‘Do you want to stop?’ He asked, rubbing your sides. 

‘No’ You murmured into Yeosang’s chest before looking back up at him. 

‘I want to go all the way, that's why we’re here right?’ You gestured to the fairy lights, offering Yeosang a smile of reassurance. 

‘Okay but just…’ Yeosang’s eyes focused on your hips, remembering how good it felt when you were on top of him from before, he knows you’re tired and this was a new experience for both of you. 

But you looked so pretty and sounded so good that his head couldn't think straight. 

‘You need to let me know if you want to stop okay?’ He reached up to cup your face, his face filled with vulnerability and hidden emotion in his eyes. 

‘Because I…I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to stop once we…you know?’ He trailed off. 

You leaned over to press a kiss to the palm off his hand, gazing into his eyes.��

‘I will Yeosang, I trust you’. 

The relief Yeosang breathed out was almost heard throughout the entire room, his face and demeanour relaxing. 

‘I’m going to roll you over now’, you interlaced your arms around his neck as he gently moved so he was hovering over you, his eyes scanning your body in wonder. 

‘Yeosang?’ 

He looked at you, a quizzical look in your eye. 

‘Have you done this before? Been someone else’s first?’ 

‘Um’ He leaned on his knees ‘No I haven’t’. 

He gently rubbed up and down your calves, his face showing light pressure about what was about to happen. 

‘But I’m going to try my best so it can feel good for you’. 

Yeosang’s hands were soft as he undressed you, there was almost an air of caution to them and you swore you could see his fingers tremble. 

You didn’t know who was more nervous, you or him. 

Both of you down to your panties and briefs, the tension filled in the air as you silently looked at each other, wondering who will do what. 

It had to be you, you thought to yourself and you could see the anxiety Yeosang was experiencing from how taut the muscles in his chest were. 

So, averting your gaze, you slowly removed your panties with one leg at a time, leaving them on the floor as you shifted back down on the bed, your head on the pillow. 

Yeosang’s words were caught in his chest as he watched you on the bed, fully exposed and waiting for his touch, for him to show this new experience to you. 

You glistened under the lights, your core already wet from how turned on you had become from riding Yeosang’s thighs, mesmerising Yeosang which was unbeknownst to you. 

‘Um, before I get undressed…do you need any more prep? Do you think you’ll be okay?’ 

You nodded again, he was so careful with you and it made you feel so loved and respected and you reached your hand out to him. 

‘I’m okay baby, just come over here’. 

Yeosang quickly pulled down his underwear and reached over to grab a silver packet, his fingers taking a few tries to open the foil, chuckling awkwardly as he finally unravelled it and slid it onto the length off his cock, giving himself a few strokes before he moved on top of you again, kissing the palm off your hand before placing it near your head, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. 

‘If anything happens, just say stop and we’ll stop…no questions asked’. 

You used your free hand to help hitch your leg around Yeosang’s thigh, the other one lying on the bed and a final nod of permission was given to him. 

The first couple of inches had you clenching through your teeth, Yeosang’s fingers sliding through yours. 

‘You okay?’ His voice filled with worry as he halted himself. 

‘Yeah…I’m okay, it’s just…a bit much’

‘Bit much, oh I’m sorry!’ Yeosang went to pull out but you hitched your lying leg around his waist and pulled your free hand away from his, wrapping it around his middle. 

‘Please Yeosang…’ You breathed out in a whiny tone, ‘You’re barely even in..I’ll be okay’ 

You leaned your head back as you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

 ‘You’re so gentle, you’re doing great’ You praised him, your eyes soft and warm. 

You were staring at him with such kindness and trust, it was tearing him from the inside out in how vulnerable you looked underneath him. 

But the pressure from making sure YOU were having a good time and that he wasn’t hurting YOU was causing his stomach to tighten and his voice to feel like lead. 

‘Can we stop?’ He whimpered out, his bottom lip quivering as he pulled out of you suddenly, hastily removing the condom and dropping it on his briefs. 

‘I-just…’ He turned his back to you, you could see his shoulders shake slightly. 

‘I didn’t want to hurt you’ His voice was tight and you could hear the emotional pain in them. 

You knew Yeosang wasn’t a talker in times like this and you weren’t expecting him to give you an explanation but you both needed to feel better so you came up with the best idea in mind. 

You were both still nude as you turned the shower taps on, letting it heat up to that ‘bit too hot’ side that you both liked. 

Yeosang had moved slightly to lean against the doorframe, his body looked fatigued but his eyes showed love and appreciation. 

You stepped into the shower with the curtain pulled back and your hand out. 

‘Come baby, let’s just stand still with each other for a bit’. 

*cue author’s thoughts* 

I wasn’t intentionally going to write this type of ending but I had been thinking of creating a first!time fic where the experienced one was too overwhelmed to continue and I thought Yeosang would be the perfect one for it. 

I said I’d write realistic first time fics and this is a part of it, as late bloomers, I feel we’re so focused on not being ‘experienced’ enough for a relationship that we struggle to understand the pressure the ‘experienced’ one might feel and I just wanted to explore that. 

Also, do you like the longer foreplay or do you prefer for me to just get straight into it?

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[absentcaryatid]

Yeosang's Weekly Visit

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Catering to the fixation of the niece under your temporary guardianship leads to making new friends, and the possibility of more with the one who caught your interest.

2.3K words, Content note: all ages, gender neutral reader, mention of military service, food

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The routine had become a highlight of your week. Awake earlier than other days, you stood in the driveway clutching a cup of coffee as the little girl at your side bounced with excitement. She was the reason you were out of bed at this hour. Ever since her preschool had taken a field trip to the recycling center, she had been entranced by the vehicles. The first time you had offered to wake her in time to see the truck that serviced your street, she had eagerly accepted. Now the day was circled in green marker on the calendar, and surprisingly, it had become something you both looked forward to.

“I see Yeosang and San,” she squealed. Rumbling down the street, San waved from the driver's seat of the massive recycling truck as Yeosang jumped off the back to pick up batteries set out for collection next door. He was easy to spot in a vibrant orange jumpsuit with arms tied around the waist. Muscles flexed in the sleeveless shirt as his gloved hands wrangled the bins ensuring enough space between for the truck to pick them up.

Sometimes riding in the cab, other times arriving hanging off the back with toned arms on display, Yeosang had become the reason you were just as pleased as your niece to be out here. If not for her you would have continued to miss their pass down the street, woken by the clamor of the bins then back to sleep never knowing the people behind such an important job.

Even without your own benefit of watching the attractive man at work, accommodating the newly discovered special interest was worth it to see your niece so happy. It had been tough ever since she had been placed in your temporary care by your single parent brother. Seonghwa knew he could have been exempted from military service due to his circumstances, but reasoning the duration was short and the training helpful for the leadership skills he could put on a resume weighed in favor of going. When you had talked it over with him and volunteered to be the guardian for your beloved niece, his difficult decision was made far easier.

The past month since she arrived had been going as well as could be expected. You had previously babysat regularly for Seonghwa and the guest room was practically your niece's anyway as often as she had stayed over in the past. Now it was truly hers for the next year and a half. Crayon art on construction paper lined the walls and the recently installed shelves were already groaning under the weight of all her picture books and toys. Seonghwa managed to make weekly video calls, but there was nothing like a father's hugs and being together in everyday ways like breakfast or time playing at the park.

The new men in her life could hardly replace her father, but you were thrilled there was even one thing guaranteed to brighten her time with you. Pulling up to your bins, San called out, “Good morning,” and your names through the open passenger window. Yeosang's greeting was more subtle, a smile aimed at you both. As always, your heart leapt. You could not help but admire him and were completely smitten. How could you not be? Yeosang was strong, competent, and incredibly attractive. San was too, of course, but there was something extra special about the man with the birthmark resembling a flower below his temple.

Once it was clear waiting and watching was a pattern, on an earlier visit the pair had introduced themselves and gotten your names in return. As the weeks went on you apologized for holding up their work but San demurred, claiming the brief stop to talk was just the break they needed. You appreciated the way both Yeosang and San took your niece seriously and would answer her questions about their job. When they did not have an answer, such as the time she wanted to know the truck's weight and payload size, they returned the next time with the information.

A thoughtful child, one day your niece had picked out a floppy stuffed animal cat as a gift for San so he would not be lonely in the cab when Yeosang was working outside the truck. The present was appreciated and San christened the toy Byeol on the spot. From then on Byeol was always seen on the dashboard, often with a neck ribbon in colors that varied from week to week. When you mentioned it on another visit, San explained his own daughter liked to give him ribbons for Byeol which he dutifully tied on. “You know what is like being a parent. You want to indulge your child in everything.”

You nodded. “I feel exactly the same about my niece.”

At the word niece Yeosang had turned toward you with interest, blurting out, “I assumed you were her parent.”

“I don't even have a boyfriend,” you laughed, missing the smile San gave Yeosang as your orientation and single status was hinted at. “She's on loan. I am her guardian while her father Seonghwa is in the military.”

San smoothly took the opportunity to ask if your niece wanted to sit in the cab and see how the truck operated and she excitedly clambered up with assistance. Conveniently left alone with Yeosang, he asked for your permission to give your niece a gift he had picked up. Pleased to know he thought about your little household when apart, you agreed.

Dashing back to the cab, Yeosang plucked a toy from behind the seat and offered it to the child. It was a recycling truck playset complete with bins and matching the logo of the sanitary district. Your niece was ecstatic and immediately asked to be helped down, then got to work loading gravel and leaves into the bins and emptying them into the truck.

“Yeosang, San, that was incredibly kind of you both to buy her that. You knew how meaningful it would be.” In a bit of wishful thinking that panned out beyond your wildest dreams, you made an offer. “May I invite you to a homemade dinner sometime as thanks?”

Acting as wingman to the friend he had heard go on dreamily about you, San corrected that the present was from Yeosang alone. “Besides, my partner expects me home at night for family meals, but he is always free,” San added while gesturing to his workmate. “Yeosang lives the lonely life of a single man.”

“San!” Yeosang was mortified and hung his head, but San could see by the way you lit up it was welcome news. Food preferences were briefly discussed and a date set before the guys had to continue their rounds.

The evening of Yeosang coming to dinner was added to the calendar with stars drawn around the date and a substantial number of favorite stickers from your niece's collection. It felt like a celebrity would be visiting the way both of you anticipated the event, for completely different reasons, of course.

Too excited to wait, your niece passed the time making a thank you card for Yeosang. The drawing on the front was a pretty close approximation of their recycling truck, at least for what a four-year-old could manage. While her toy came close, she wanted all the details so had worked from a photo brought up online from the sanitary district's website. While looking for the picture you needed, you had encountered an article showcasing Yeosang receiving an award for exemplary service. Impressed with his hard work and dedication, it only made you fall for him all the more as you repeatedly watched the accompanying video where he expressed pride in the important work he did.

When the day finally arrived, your niece met Yeosang with a hug and showed off the orange jumpsuit you had recently found for her. He admired the outfit. “I didn't know I was having dinner with an astronaut tonight.” It was a reasonable enough assessment, in fact that is what the clothes were sold for, plus you had not gotten around to removing the patches on it yet.

Her correction was cheerful and informed him she was in fact dressed to work on his recycling truck. Unperturbed by Yeosang's misidentification, she skipped toward the dining room to get the thank you card from the place set for him.

Smiling as you led Yeosang down the hall, you confided, “She wants to be just like you when she grows up.”

He paused. “I'm sorry. As much as I enjoy my work, there is probably so much more your niece could be than a trash collector.”

“No, not at all.” With complete honesty you announced, “I'd be proud if she went into your line of work, Yeosang. Your necessary career makes the world a better place, and you bring us both a smile every week. I have been so grateful for her interest in your truck and the way you and San have made time for her. She doesn’t have much since my brother Seonghwa has been away, and she now has to make do with me at my small place.”

It was now his turn to reassure you. “She appears very content in your care. From what I see, you are an excellent guardian.” He then became somber. “And thank you for speaking so highly of my work. Not everyone is that generous.”

“It is all true. I have a lot of admiration for you.” You wisely stopped there. It was best he did not hear that the admiration included his looks and physique.

Yeosang glowed from the unexpected praise. You could tell he was not used to his job being spoken of with such respect. It was clear his good mood continued throughout dinner as he interacted with your niece, listening to all the things she wanted to talk about interspersed with a barrage of new recycling questions.

By the time the late dinner was consumed your niece was already beginning to yawn. Her plea to have Yeosang read her a bedtime story was cut short. “Our guest was here to eat as a thank you for your present, not to help with bedtime, sweetie.” Looking to Yeosang, you realized he had done a favor more for you than himself tonight with all the entertainment he had provided. It made you even fonder of the kind man.

“I don't mind at all, if you don't.” Yeosang's warm smile was a genuine one. On your approval, he asked if she wanted to get in her pajamas or brush teeth first. Being given the choice was magical and she complied without complaint. Yeosang must have caught your impressed look. “San taught me that one,” he admitted. “It always works on his kids when I watch them from time to time.”

When your niece was ready, you moved to her bedroom and sat on either side on the bed. Yeosang seemed pleased by the picture book choice. He too had grown up on Tana Hoban's Dig, Drill, Dump, Fill and eagerly discussed the construction site photographs in the wordless book. The book was overly familiar from regular readings so your eyes watched Yeosang instead. Again you were struck at how easily he talked with a child and that ability went straight to your heart. Little put you off a person faster than someone who was dismissive of children, but you had known of Yeosang's patience from the very first interactions at the curb.

When her eyes could stay open no longer, Yeosang prematurely closed the book while you tucked her under the covers then snuck out. With the bedroom door now closed, you could mention the last plan for the evening. “If you have time for dessert, there is an espresso cake and I can put on coffee.”

You had feared this evening had already been too long for Yeosang, but he was openly favorable to the offer. “It would be a pleasure to spend more time in your company. We have never really had the chance to get to know each other.” He joined you in the kitchen as the coffee brewed. While not intending to, talk lasted for hours because it came so easily. You learned about his family, and he yours, and there were plenty of anecdotes that led to shared laughter. It was easy to see you could fall hard for Yeosang if he was open to that.

Still not ready for the evening to end, you finally remembered the espresso cake. Much to your surprise and delight, Yeosang expressed continued interest. Taking dessert to the living room, you made space for the plates on the coffee table, brushing aside tiny scraps of paper and dried Play-Doh to be loaded in toy bins of the recycling truck nearby. Seated side-by-side on the couch, you tried to think of anything but how close your crush was. “It was so sweet of you to buy her that truck, she loves it like nothing else. And then all your attention tonight...you spoil her, Yeosang.”

His eyes looked distant, as if lost in thought. Reaching for your hand, he confessed, “If it is not too forward, I’d like to spoil you too, if you would let me.”

Swooning at the news, you rushed to reassure Yeosang his approach was welcome, sealing the deal with the first kiss of many. Dates followed, and soon the decision was happily made to consider yourselves a couple, much to matchmaker San's delight.

Your niece was also thrilled by the change which led to Yeosang over regularly. By the time Seonghwa had finished his duties and could resume life at home with his child, she was already calling your partner Uncle Yeosang. Not much later the title was made official as she fulfilled her role as flower girl for your wedding. Seonghwa stood by your side, wholly enthusiastic about his new brother-in-law. The other best man was San, who by now had become an honorary uncle. His kids were frequent playmates of your niece whenever she visited. You had a lot to thank both San and your niece for after those early mornings at the curb unexpectedly led to such a joyful life with Yeosang.

~

Yeosang Masterlist

General Masterlist

[alxtiny]

Masterlist

Key : (f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (s) - suggestive, (m) - mature, (c) - comfort, (k) - crack

Published: 27

In the works: a few ig

Me!

Taglist

Timestamps

[11:17 pm] Jeong Yunho x reader | (f) (s) (m)

[10:10 pm] Park Seonghwa x reader | (f) (c)

One shots

Millennium Falcon | Park Seonghwa x reader | (f)

Coffee lip balm | Jeong Yunho x reader | (f)

Kisses and Frosting | Jeong Yunho x reader | (f) (k)

Coffee Grounds | Jung Wooyoung x reader | (f)

Soap bubbles | Kim Hongjoong x reader | (f) (s) (c)

Gym Date | Kang Yeosang x reader | (f) (s)

Game Night | Song Mingi x reader | (f) (k)

You like me? | Song Mingi x reader | (f)

Birthday Gift | Jeong Yunho x reader | (f) (m)

Lego Flowers | Park Seonghwa x reader | (f) (c) (a)

An art gallery could never be as unique as you | Kang Yeosang x reader | (f)

Forever you are my star | Choi San x reader | (f) (c)

Then now and always | Song Mingi x reader | (f)

Sea Glass | Choi Jongho x reader | (f)

Her favourite muse | Kim Hongjoong x reader | (f)

New hair? | Jung Wooyoung x reader | (f)

Second Place | Kim Hongjoong x reader | (f) (a)

My Healer | Park Seonghwa x reader | (f)

Pastry | Jung Wooyoung x reader | (f)

Haircut | Jung Wooyoung x reader | (f)

Ouch? | Choi Jongho x reader | (f)

SMAUs

tba

Series

Ad Astra per Aspera | ot8!ateez x reader | (f) (a) (m) (s) (c) (k)

Scenarios

New Year’s Eve with Ateez | (f)

Ateez reacting to self harm scars | (f) (c)

Habits you pick up from Ateez | (f)

Helping ateez relax | (f) (c)

Requests

(Closed)

Aster | Choi San x reader | (f)

Hey beautiful! | Park Seonghwa x reader | (f) (c) (a)

Chocolate Sundae | Jeong Yunho x reader | (f) (c) (s)

Say you won’t let go | Park Seonghwa x reader | (f)

Headaches | Choi Jongho x reader | (f) (c)

Rewrite the Stars | Choi San x reader | (f)

Design | Jeong Yunho x reader | (m) (a) (f)

Note: I mostly write for female or gender neutral readers but if requested i can write for others too, requests can be sent through a message or an ask

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE MEMBERS OF ATEEZ IN REAL LIFE PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

[blush-boulevard]

Can you do a fluff oneshot with Yeosang where he comforts the reader after they wake up crying from a nightmare please?

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 

𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥- after a harrowing nightmare, Y/N finds solace in Yeosang's comforting embrace.

gender neutral reader/ kang yeosang x reader/ fluff/ romance/ non-idol AU/ ATEEZ/ ATINY/ kang yeosang/ one shot/ request

word count: 874

@blush-boulevard｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓚-𝓹𝓸𝓹 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽｜𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

The night hung heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of sheets and the soft, steady rhythm of breathing. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting gentle patterns on the bedroom floor. You lay tangled in a maze of blankets, your breaths shallow and uneven as remnants of the nightmare lingered in your mind.

Yeosang stirred beside you, sensing your distress even in his slumber. With a gentle sigh, he shifted closer, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist. His touch was warm and comforting, a lifeline in the darkness.

The nightmare had been relentless, claws of fear sinking deep into your consciousness. You woke with a start, tears streaming down your cheeks, heart racing with remnants of terror. It took a moment to realize where you were, to ground yourself in the safety of your own bed.

"Y/N?" Yeosang's voice was soft, tinged with concern as he blinked awake, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze searching yours with unwavering warmth.

You tried to speak, but your voice caught in your throat, choked by residual fear. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, seeking solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as if to shield you from the remnants of the nightmare.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the room. "You're safe now. I've got you."

His words were a lifeline, grounding you in the present. Slowly, your breathing steadied, the grip of fear loosening its hold. Yeosang continued to hold you, his touch a silent reassurance that you were not alone in the darkness.

Minutes passed in silence, the tension melting away with each gentle stroke of his hand against your back. You felt his lips press against your forehead, a feather-light kiss that sent ripples of comfort through your trembling frame.

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "What happened in your dream?"

You hesitated, the memory still vivid and raw. But with Yeosang beside you, his presence a calming force, you found the courage to speak. You recounted the nightmare, the details tumbling out in whispers, each word a release of the lingering fear.

Yeosang listened without interruption, his expression a mixture of empathy and unwavering support. He brushed away your tears with gentle fingertips, his touch feather-light against your cheeks.

"It was just a dream," he assured you, his voice a soft caress. "None of it is real. I'm here with you, and I won't let anything harm you."

His words were a promise, a vow of protection that wrapped around you like a shield. You believed him, with every fiber of your being, as the last vestiges of fear dissolved into the night.

"Stay with me," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the hush of the night.

Yeosang nodded, his smile tender and reassuring. He shifted to make room, pulling you into his embrace until you were nestled against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his body enveloped you, cocooning you in a blanket of safety.

You sighed contentedly, the tension of the nightmare fading into a distant memory. Yeosang's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a sense of peace.

"I'm glad you're here," you confessed, your voice a whisper against his skin.

"I'll always be here," he replied without hesitation, his words a gentle vow that echoed in the quiet of the room.

And as sleep reclaimed you, wrapped in Yeosang's comforting embrace, you knew that nightmares could not withstand the light of his love. In the embrace of this tranquil moment, you drifted into a deep and restful sleep, knowing that with Yeosang by your side, even the darkest of dreams held no power over your peace of mind.

Hours later, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Yeosang was still there, his arm draped protectively over you, his breathing slow and steady. You watched him for a moment, marveling at the serene expression on his face. He looked so peaceful, so perfect, and you felt a surge of love for him.

As if sensing your gaze, Yeosang's eyes fluttered open. He smiled sleepily at you, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice warm and husky from sleep.

"Good morning," you replied, your heart swelling with affection. "Thank you for being here with me."

"Always," he promised, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you admitted. "Much better, thanks to you."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad to hear that. How about we make some breakfast? I could whip up some pancakes."

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect."

Together, you both untangled yourselves from the blankets and made your way to the kitchen. Yeosang took charge, mixing the pancake batter with practiced ease while you prepared the toppings. As you worked side by side, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this simple, yet profound moment of normalcy.

When the pancakes were ready, you both sat down at the table, savoring the delicious breakfast. Yeosang's presence was a constant comfort, his every word and gesture infused with love and care.

I hope you enjoy this fluff-filled moment with Yeosang! Let me know if there's anything else you'd like me to write. Take care! 💖

[ao3feed-ateez]

First Realization Of Love; Scenarios Drabbles

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lGVwytT by Stayteezdreams (Make_Me_Imagine) Scenarios: The moment they realize they are in love with you. Scenarios + Drabbles. Words: 7046, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Reader, GN!Reader - Character, Y/n - Character, You Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Kim Hongjoong x Reader, Park Seonghwa/Reader, Park Seonghwa x Reader - Relationship, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)/Reader, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ) x Reader, Kang Yeosang/Reader, Kang Yeosang x Reader - Relationship, Choi San (ATEEZ)/Reader, Choi San (ATEEZ) x Reader, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Reader, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ) x Reader, Song Mingi (ATEEZ)/Reader, Song Mingi (ATEEZ) x Reader, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ)/Reader, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ) x Reader Additional Tags: Scenarios, Drabble, kpop imagine - Freeform, GN!READER, Gender Neutral Reader Insert, headcanons, Fluff, Angst, Cute read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lGVwytT

[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ AD0RECHUU 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

━━ closed (for now)

🏷️ to celebrate me hitting a 100 followers i’m going to do a prompt ask game! ━━ send me a number from the prompt lists down below + an obey me character or kpop idol and i will write you a blurb !

🏷️ prompt lists! ━━ credits: @creativepromptsforwriting what do you crave? a touch | a hug | a kiss | intertwined hands

🏷️ rules! ━━ 1. please don’t send me more than 3 prompts per ask and i will only write x reader stuff, also no smut but suggestive is fine. 2. feel free to send most idol groups (boy or girl groups) with the exception of en-, suju, nwjns and bts because i don’t stan them and if i don’t feel comfortable writing a certain person i will let you know 3. please be patient, the event won’t truly begin until next week so it might take a while. 4. send as many as you’d like! anons are v welcome! 5. let me know if you want it to be platonic other wise i will assume you don’t not (and i will exclusively write platonic for luke obvi) + i will try to keep it as gender neutral as possible (they/them pronouns) but otherwise it will be mentioned

🏷️ master list ! ━━ from 18 april to 23 april , 2023

❪ # i ❫ : LUCIFER.

req by @ari-shipping-stuff :: prompt 16

❪ # ii ❫ : SONG MINGI.

req by @meginthebuilding27 :: prompt 24 & 48

❪ # iii ❫ : MAMMON.

req by @sweatyjeans :: prompt 29 & 33

❪ # iv ❫ : CHOI JONGHO.

req by @bluehwale-main :: prompt 16

❪ # v ❫ : MAMMON.

req by @rieuvie :: prompt 17

❪ # vi ❫ : CHOI SEUNGCHEOL.

req by anon :: prompt 27 + 42 & 29

❪ # vii ❫ : JEONG YUNHO.

req by anon :: prompt 38 & 40

❪ # viii ❫ : JEONG YUNHO.

req by anon :: prompt 54

❪ # ix ❫ : PARK SEONGHWA.

req by @leo-seonghwa :: prompt 32

❪ # x ❫ : LUCIFER.

req by anon :: prompt 58 & 3

❪ # <3 ❫ : AFTER WORD.

❪ # xi ❫ : KANG YEOSANG. — 200+ Follower Special !

req by @seonghwaddict:: prompt 47 + 4 & 42

for some people a 100 might not to seem like a lot but know that i mean it seriously when i say thank you for this, i don’t feel like i deserve it and i hope that this shows at least a sliver of my gratitude to everyone I LOVE YOU <3 - zero

[binniesthighs]

kinktober - 03

pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x kang yeosang (ateez) 

genre: smut! 18+ 

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i’m tryin’ to speedy catch up and get ahead so i hope ya all like the shorter little passages teehee i rarely write fantasy so I was so so excited for this one! and some yeosang...we love to see it ;) 

[warnings under the cut!] 

warnings: arranged marriage au, virgin!reader, first time au, “bloodletting” as I explain it--blood drinking as a mating ritual, unprotected sex (penetration), oral (r receiving) 

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The cold night air burned at the tips of your ears, although your hand was warm. Every step that you made as you ran was unsure, yet you didn’t falter running behind him and with the wind howling beside you. Your arms were bare too, baskling in the moonlight that consumed you and reminded you of what was to come. 

Your newly wed husband said nothing, still nearly emotionless has he had been the whole night. There was little that you knew of him aside from the fact that he was a prince, soon to be king, and that he had chosen you. He should have scared you, but there was nothing that you had quite come to fear. Some had said that he was cruel, that he was unfeeling and plotting, but he had only ever been gentle with you. 

He still held your hand, gentle, as he had been the whole night through. 

The commontion of the night was left behind you twisted into a symphony of screams, the bellowing of an organ, and the prized royal swarm of bats set loose as a distraction. Poison had been slipped into the proper cup, and no one was to know who had done it. 

Except you. 

The king was dead, and the bells on the high chapel rang for him on the night of his eldest son’s wedding. 

Yeosang tugged you along in your proper and elegant shoes that had been made to suit only your feet. The billowing fabric of your wedding attire flew loosely behind you were it flew in its golden and white beauty, and also hung low from your wrists where you had it wrapped. Mud and muck started to stain it as you ran with him into the woods surrounding your castle. 

It was certainly yours now. 

Before you had left, he had whispered into your ear in the ballroom: “You don’t need to worry. I’ll make sure of it that you’re taken care of after it all.” 

You didn’t have the slightest idea what it had meant, but after the queen’s blood-curling scream and the splash of red which feel from the king’s mouth to his royal bib, you knew that your trust would only lay with the prince. Strangely, upon hearing the screams, he had laid a light kiss to the shell of your ear, then to your jaw. 

“I didn’t tell you yet that you look lovely tonight. The perfect match. We’ll have our time soon.” 

After then, he hadn’t said anything else, but sweep you to the long corridor lined with guests in masquerade masks that made them look like all kinds of fantastical beasts. Some of them had beaks like birds, others resembling lions and other great cats. His face was the only one that you could make out. The lights were dimmed in their flickering lamps, and the oil paints on their walls unmoving even as you flew past them to the grand entrance. 

His had was still warm even after running deep into the woods, nor did he look back once the bells had started ringing. They made great and wide resounding calls that seemed to echo in your ears even after they stopped after ten tones. 

Ten to signal the death of a king. 

The thought had also crossed your mind of what this meant of your wedding night, and if the prince had intended to keep traditions the same. 

Clearly, he had other plans. 

The startlingly handsome and mysterious man was impossible to decipher, with eyes as sly as a cat and a little tilting smile that only gave the simple impression of amusement. He had looked at you that way when you had first met him in that throne room where you stood among the other potential matches for the powerful prince. He took his time taking you in: every angle of you to ensure that you were the one that he truly wanted. 

Like the rest of the royals, he had deeply red-crimson eyes. They were the keys of the true-born son of the king; a bloodline that hadn’t been disturbed in centuries. You knew too that one day your offspring would have those same colored eyes...after tonight...if everything went according to the usual plan. 

“--Yeosang--” You called to him, but it was unlikely that he had heard your voice. 

Together you approached the outer mouth of the woods, coming upon a clearing far from the castle, far from the road and from any others who would seek to find it. Under the willows and the wide expanse of stars, there was a bed or sorts made up by a thick and fluffy-looking hay mattress draped in white sheets. The lightning bugs of the night provided the only light. 

“--Couldn’t have lanterns,” He explained, “--can’t have them find us.” 

Your husband led you by the hand further to sit upon the mattress and to swaddle you in the collection of blankets both thick and thin. While some of them were itchy upon you skin, others were as soft as silk. 

“What is this?” You questioned him, although the answer was somewhat obvious. Even in the chaos of the whole night, he still hadn’t forgotten at all. 

“Our wedding bed,” He said, nonchalant, “We can’t forget about our most sacred traditions,” Yeosang moved to sit close beside you, brushing the back of his his hand against your cheek, “When we become one forever.” 

You hadn’t been nervous before, but seeing as the time had finally come, your heart began to race. 

“...You mean?” 

He didn’t answer, but instead moved to place another chaste kiss to your cheek as he had done in the ballroom. It was a simple gesture, but the both of you knew what it had meant. Only mated couples were aloud to touch one another so intimately. You, in fact, had never been touched as such before him. 

His kiss moved to your jaw as it had done before, then lower to your neck where he sucked lightly into your skin in the way that could make you shiver. It was a sensation that you had never felt before, but it was beautiful. You were distracted from the outdoors, the chirping of the crickets and the soft ocean-like sound of the leaves waving in the wind. You felt hotter, as did the tips of your once-cold ears. 

Yeosang reached for your hands folded in your lap, bringing your hands to his lips which he kissed at as delicate as flower petals. He was dangerously close to where he would then make his final vow to you, and it made your whole being quake. He kissed down to your wrists, right over the pumping vein. 

“W-will it hurt?” You asked, suddenly fearful. 

His lips brushed over the vein once more, giving it his attention carefully. 

“It will,” He hushed, “But only for a little while.” 

The bloodletting, your people called it. It was a sharing of one’s pure essence, when two mates could have a part of the other inside of them for the rest of their lives in a way that could bond them like no other. 

Yeosang’s kisses turned harsher at your wrists, sucking until it started to sting. You were hesitant as well, but you knew your duty as well. You took his wrists in return, bringing his left to you lips where you kissed into him as well. This close, you could feel the beat of his own heartbeats through that vein right against your lips. He tasted sweet and perfumed, and you wondered what you had tasted like too. 

He didn’t have to say it for you to know that he was ready, and you gave him a look of affirmation in response. A moment of locked eyes was all that it took for both of you to take your teeth to the other’s vulnerable flesh right below their palm, and bite with all your might. 

The taste of iron flooded your mouth, a harsh and metallic taste that distracted from the fact that your own skin had been torn and the red had stained his lips, just as his color had stained yours. After you had gotten over the first shock of it, a headier feeling consumed you and made you feel light; dizzy almost. His being was starting to become a part of you, as it was for him. He had closed his eyes, yet they still fluttered under closed lids. When the pain subsided, it melted into pure euphoria. 

A whimper from your lips vibrated his wrist, and he let one back to you in return. 

Gasping, the blood had stopped, and you turned to look your mate right in the eyes that were an even more violent shade of crimson. A type of infatuation set in to you, seeing him like you had never seen him before and all that was left for you was to crave him in every way that you could claim.  

You didn’t see that the sheets had been spotted in your blood--or his--when you leapt into his open arms that held you to his chest with such strength you couldn’t find air to breathe. The cracks of his lips were red from your blood, yet that was of no conscience when you had kissed them with such ferocity and hunger that you really had forgotten to breathe. 

It was then when you felt him smile against you: it was an expression you had not yet felt before, yet it tickled you, and made your own smile form against him. Your body tingled after feeling his tongue meet yours in the middle of the kiss, to which you groaned out from the new feeling. Before, no one had ever been this close, nor would they ever. The feeling of another person’s warmth against your own was all to intoxicating to ever want to give up. 

Your bodies lowered to the bed, writing and twisting up in each other in a tangle of fabric and fine jewelry. Together, the night was much warmer, and you felt as if there was nothing to fear. Bowing tall grasses swept this way and that, hiding the both of you in seclusion. Curious hands tucked up loose clothing and worked at buttons and ties that came undone quickly. He wore velvet which felt wonderful on your fingertips when you ran your hands up his chest and down his back, and it felt even more wonderful casting it aside to touch him closely like none had done before. Yeosang did the same to you, exploring you until you shivered. 

“My love,” He affectionately called between kisses, saying the phrase over and over until it sounded strange. 

You kissed him in turn to the neck, collarbones, and all the way down his chest and stomach to his waist which spasmed from the light touch of you. He repeated the same actions, pink tongue glistening when he would move the warm muscle against you and down between your legs which he spread to allow for even more attention. Nothing had felt as good as when he brought his lips to kiss between your legs, using both his tongue and the plush skin to make your body feel as it had never done before. Crimson eyes looked up at you as tears began to form from the way that your body feel tight, and right as if it was about to snap with pleasure. 

With heels sunk into the cushy mattress, you felt you eyes roll back behind you, all the way to the tall grasses, even as far as to see the deeply blue sky twinkling with stars. Your hands filled with the sheets stained with the blood now in a darker color--you had forgotten how they had even gotten to be that way in the first place. 

Yeosang paused for a moment with his lips glistening from the sparkle of your liquids and his saliva at his mouth. He was thrilled, even bewildered. This was a side of him that you suddenly knew that only you would have the pleasure of seeing for the rest of your life. The cool wind blew through, although your heat could battle it. 

Your eager hands fiddled with his trousers tented from the thickness of his girth. Preciously, you would have been nervous to have beheld such a sight, much less understand what it meant to be bare with another person--the person being your prince...or now king. The royal blood within you coursed and roared behind your ears. It made you feel insatiable, and it made you feel enchanted. 

The prince laid down cushioned by the pillows which had strewn his blonde hair about; it made him even more breathtaking basking in the silver moon. With your hand you pumped at his length, up and down until he wet you with his own eagerness and the pink of his tip flared. 

“Hold me close,” You asked of him, straddling him to the tune of the evening sparrows and the croak of the toads in the nearby creek. 

He nodded, sitting to wrap his arms around your back, and easing you onto his length. The both of you gasped upon feeling it: the one thing that your people held sacred and holy and you finally understood why. Your hips rolled over him, letting his full length inside and pleasure you until you moaned weakly into his shoulder. As you did, your body quaked from your arms to your calves, and the prince took your wrist to his mouth once more to taste the last bits of your own essence he could consume. 

“My love, my love...” He chanted softly to the rhythm of your hips. 

“My king,” You echoed in return. 

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Dating App: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Summary: When you accidentally meet your Dating app match at a book store.

A/n: Hehe, got this idea from a random prompt.

WC: 1.5k

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Dating wasn't really your cup of tea after the many bad experiences you've had. So you decided to join a dating app. You felt like Swiper with all the swiping you did on a daily basis, but finding someone well was difficult. The app was filled with creeps. Not until you came across this man who seemed actually so beautiful, you were doubtful but you swiped right.

Strangely this was the first person who didn't send sexual innuendos or invitations. The conversation was also quite interesting. MidnightKYS, you actually found him very interesting and he seemed to be interested in you as well. It's been a week since you've been talking to him, about everything and anything.

It was a friday and you visited the bookstore after work. It was the date of the hardcopy publishing of your favourite manhwa and you preferred to have a book than read from an app. You picked up a book of the latest copy of the Dark Moon and were scheming to find if there are any other books you'd like to pick. You reached out for the copy of Star Seeker only to find another hand to do the same. You quickly pulled away to let the other person take it when you were stunned to see one of the most beautiful creatures on earth, he seemed familiar thought and he was equally surprised to see yours.

"Midnight kiss?" You whispered

"Starlight!" He said "Hi"

"Hey! I didn't know you lived around, here?" You said.

"No my office is close by" he said "Besides it's not kiss, it's K. Y. S.. It's Kang Yeosang by the way" he reached out a hand

"Y/n L/n" you said gladly taking his.

"Do you wanna may be get something to eat? I've been meaning to ask you out so.. um " he got shy

"Yes, I'd love too" you said.

The two of you started to have another endless conversation about random things of your day and just like the chat, your topics never ran out. Sometime while walking he had brushed his hand with yours, once, twice. And the third time he grabbed it and looked at you side eyes, you were talking and you kept on doing so, trying to show it didn't bother you, when in reality it made you feel mushy. Damn you felt like 13 all over again!

He took you to a cafe nearby and the two of you got to know each other more. You realised that no matter how cheeky Yeosang is in actuality a shy person, however he's not even a bit awkward. The two of you shared different stories and you felt really comfortable with him, he offered to walk you home after exchanging numbers.

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Soon enough, meeting after work 2 to 3 times a week for a meal or a coffee became a thing for Yeosang and you. If he got off early he would even go to your office to pick you from your office. So, on one such day you were walking out of your office, you were walking out of the building talking and laughing with your college Yunho. Yeosang was waiting beside a nearby lamp post, he wanted to surprise you, his eyes were glued to the exit and then on you as soon as you left it. You finally said bye when he playfully grabbed your wrist and pulled you to say something in your ear he watched as you got shy and smacked the tall guy then waved good bye and walked towards him. He felt something deep within him, a burning, jealousy.

"Is something up Yeo?" You finally asked when you noticed him lost in his thoughts for the 4tg time that evening.

"No I. Okay." He suddenly kept his spoon and looked deep into your eyes and said "I'm jealous"

"What?" You asked.

"I really like you Y/n. I think I might even love you. I already liked you when we were talking but when I saw you, yeah it was on sight" he said, shocking you and apparently himself too. "Oh, I should not have said that, Y/n, I-"

"Calm down Yeosang. You know I like you too right?" You said.

His eyes went wide at your counter confession, he smiled and reached out to hold your hand.

The walk back to your apartment was mostly quiet but it was a comfortable silence, the two of you basking in each other's presence. When you reach near your apartment, where the two of you generally depart and you said a small bye and made your way inside. Yeosang quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, capturing you between his strong arms.

You felt your breath leave your body, as you looked into those beautiful eyes. And he did into yours, you noticed his face inching closer and his eyes traveling down to your lips, you couldn't help do the same, he had pretty lips. And before you knew his lips were on yours. It was a soft and tender kiss.

"Be mine?" he asked

You smiled and pulled him into another kiss a longer and deeper one at that.

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[xtinyaurora]

Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

[lovesanmotion]

ATEEZ They Witness An Intimate Moment Between Their Member and S/O NOT SEXUAL??

ateez reacts: another member and s/o in an intimate moment

💌 This is: Requested

taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

Hongjoong and Seonghwa would love how you're opening up to the members, as the older members of the team, they love seeing the boys and their s/o's forming a platonic bond together. They trust their members and their s/o that the intimacy isn't malicious.

Yunho, Yeosang, San and Mingi wished they knew what was up and wished they could carry the burden with you and not someone else. Although they would love the idea that their s/o is close to another member but they wouldn't help but feel jealous at one point.

Wooyoung and Jongho would respect your privacy and with their fellow member. It's probably because you want to hear the opinion of others how they take on a certain scenario in life that you just don't know how to deal with it or someone who has already been through that situation and how to deal with it. Nonetheless, they won't it would work out and they trust their fellow member and their s/o enough to not do anything funny behind them.

[absentcaryatid]

Yeosang's Sleepover

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Yeosang gets the wrong idea when the reader suggests a night together.

1.2K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, fluff and humor, food mention, embarrassment, suggestive only

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“You know, I'd love to have a sleepover with you sometime.” The way Yeosang blushed at your innocent suggestion should have been a tip-off. You had been friends for years but not to the point of overnighting at either of your apartments, and it had always been separate hotel rooms on the vacations you had taken together.

Apparently thrilled with the idea, Yeosang suggested his place later in the week, including an offer to make something for dinner. Given his track record in the kitchen, that either meant an overcooked egg you'd kindly be declining, or he'd be arm-twisting his roommate Wooyoung into making something for him.

Agreeing to the date, you tactfully expressed a desire for takeout chicken, which made Yeosang's eyes light up.

“Good point, I should save up my energy for more important activity.”

Looking back, those words of his should have been another clue to where his mind had gone.

The rest of the week passed swiftly, and in no time at all, the fateful day arrived. You had gathered everything you needed into two large tote bags and made your way across the city by bus. Warmly welcomed at Yeosang's door, you noticed he was already dressed for the evening in a fluffy robe that felt comforting to touch as you were enveloped by his standard greeting of a secure hug. Separating all too soon for your liking, you then slipped off your shoes and began to unpack, beginning with a large teddy bear.

“I did not remember if you have a DVD player, but I brought some of my favorite movies just in case, and a board game, and this giant bag of popcorn. We are going to have a great time keeping each other up all night!”

“Up all night, I hope so.” Pulling you into the room, he announced, “You are funny. You don't have to make tonight sound so tame. My neighbors aren't nosy. Now, let's see what you have on under your coat.”

His fingers worked the buttons eagerly until coming to a grinding halt as cozy flannel nightwear came into view. The pastel blue and cheerful yellow ducks of your new pajama set did not elicit the compliments you had been hoping for.

“Oh, no,” Yeosang slowly enunciated. It was at that moment his robe fell open, revealing silk pajama pants and no shirt. He rapidly turned away as he retied the sash. “You really did mean sleepover, nothing more. Wooyoung had convinced me you were into me, and my mind ran away with wishful thinking. This is mortifying.”

Your mind slowly worked through his meaning. Ever since meeting in college, you had been in perfect sync with Yeosang. Your sense of humor matched his, and you could listen to his voice for hours whenever he learned something new and wanted to share everything about it. While intellectually you could recognize your friend was handsome to an extent that left strangers tripping over their feet as he passed, that had always been a joke between you, and never something you gave much thought to.

Shared laughter had gotten you through many situations together, but you worked hard not to react with anything but comforting words this time. Far shyer than yourself, you would not hurt Yeosang's feelings for the world. “Yeah, we were not on the same page. Sleepover just meant slumber party, though I guess adults don't tend to do that so I can understand how you got the wrong idea. It is an incredibly flattering offer though, one I had never considered before, but will keep in mind.”

He met your gentle let down with grateful eyes. Moving quickly past the awkwardness, you followed your nose into the kitchen and began to rave about the scent. Looking back to your friend with a meaningful glance toward his bedroom, you commented, “I'll unpack the chicken and side dishes if you want to put a shirt on.”

Once again his chest was bare due to a sloppy knot in haste. Yeosang glanced down and blanched. “Yes, I'd feel much less exposed.” He then scurried off to change his attempted sultry look to a more casual one suitable for a chaste evening between friends.

The night went much more smoothly after that. All forgiven, there was nothing uncomfortable about the way you held each other for support during the scary parts of a film Yeosang picked as the last entertainment before sleep. Crashing in his bed at dawn, you snuggled with your teddy as Yeosang went to Wooyoung’s room since the instigator of the romantic plot had tactfully made plans to be elsewhere that night.

The morning brought waffles, cooked by yourself, and a return of Yeosang's usual humor. By now he could laugh about the misunderstanding and flaunted this morning's sleeveless t-shirt visible through the open robe he pulled down at the shoulder.

Patting his arm muscles approvingly, you complimented Yeosang on his physique as Wooyoung arrived home.

“I hope I'm not interrupting something,” the newcomer teased, walking into the kitchen.

Yeosang's voice was icy in response. “There is nothing to interrupt. I should have listened to my gut instead of making a fool of myself last night thanks to your asinine advice.”

“That's my cue to head on out.” You kissed Yeosang's cheek, something new to your friendship, and picked up your bags waiting at the door. As you let yourself out, some very detailed threats of bodily harm were being conveyed to Wooyoung by his roommate. You were glad not to stick around should even some of them come to pass. Wooyoung was scrappy, but he had nothing on Yeosang's recently developed strength.

The next time you saw Yeosang, there were fading bite marks on his shoulder. Nodding to the injury, you asked, “Wooyoung chomped you?”

“It was self-defense on his part. We did end up wrestling a little after you left, and I may have gotten carried away. Guess I was still smarting from misreading our situation as romantic.”

You put a hand on his noticeably developed thigh in reassurance as you sat side by side with your lunches in the park. “Water under the bridge. In fact, I had a great time with you that night and I'd like to do it again at my place this weekend.”

Yeosang noticeably brightened as he slurped up the last of your shared iced coffee. “I'd like that. I can promise I'll be dressed appropriately for a friendly sleepover.”

When the weekend arrived, this time around it was Yeosang at your door in a festive set of dinosaur pajamas and the familiar plush robe you snuggled into in greeting. Impressed at his uncharacteristic sense of adventure to ride public transit in something so silly, he admitted Wooyoung had dropped him off as part of his penance for bad advice.

“Wooyoung just gave an opinion, it was all on you for surprising me like that.”

Yeosang nodded. “You are right, but he does feel bad for leading me amiss. He still swears his rate of recognizing potential couples had never failed him before.”

“Maybe you should go easy on Wooyoung. I will say your expression of interest in me romantically was sudden. And yet, given the week to think about it, I realized if you want to see if there can be more between us, I'd like to give that a try.”

As you closed the door behind Yeosang, you took advantage of the privacy to let your robe fall open. Perhaps it was the welcome news of newfound romantic interest that made Yeosang's eyes pop out. However, it could have been something else that had him reeling.

“You aren't wearing your ducky pajamas under there!”

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