#kim hongjoong headcanon
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justhere4kpop · 1 year ago
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How Hongjoong Celebrates You
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Pair: Kim Hongjoong x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Headcanons. Idol Joong
Summary: Just one aspect of how I think Joong would handle an important day.
W/C: 880
a/n: @pocketjoong Happy Birthday to you my love, my sky, my everything. I love you so much and I am forever grateful that our lives have intersected the way they did. May our lives continue to dance with each other throughout the year and many more. I hope you have an amazing day and lots of good things to come.
He either sets up something elaborate or flies by the seat of his pants. There’s no in between
Either way, he’s probably cheesy AF because he’s so head over heels for you.
He’d probably been planning this for months. I.e. he wouldn’t stop talking about it and planning it with the guys, they’re tired of hearing Joong’s perfect plan for your birthday.
He knows how much you love the pirate theme the group has, you even saved him as Captain in your phone.
You wake up and there’s an unread text on your phone. “Hongjoong is probably at the studio” you think
“Good Morning My Love, you make every day shine brighter than the last. When you see this your first gift is in the drawer.”
Mysterious
After your own morning coffee and some food, you finally decide to indulge in his games and look in the bedside drawer. 
A sticky note…of course, he planned a treasure hunt… “Go to the place I see your smile light up my morning.”
He always catches you brushing your teeth in the morning.
A note on the mirror that says “Your smile is brighter than the sun.” another note next to your toothbrush. 
“After you get ready head to the place we had our first date.”
This man is really about to make you drive over the whole city.
Your first date was at a cafe that quickly became your favorite place because it always reminded you of him.
“Hey!” your favorite barista saw you enter.
“I’m looking for Hongjoong actually,” you say
“Oh I saw him earlier…he asked me to give you this actually.” he handed you your usual order and on it a heart and a note. Also a Rose…
“I bought your favorites so you can start your day right. How about you come to see me where I finally asked you to be mine?”
The park for your 6th date wasn’t the most magical, in fact, it felt like the place where everyone became a couple. It was still special to you.
There was a photo on the tree by the spot where he asked you…yeah this was definitely Joong
The photo was of the two of you, he brought a Polaroid around. 
The back had a message “How about that time I made you a song? Where’d we first listen to it?” and the drawing of a rose.
I’M TIRED OF YOUR GAMES HONGJOONG
Heading back the way to KQ with your headphones on, of course, you’re heading to the studio…he couldn’t just stay home and enjoy the day with you.
You’re standing in front of the building and realizing this man has made you go all over the city on your own birthday…infuriating.
Now you’re hungry so you stop for food in the 7-11 located on the bottom floor.
“Hey, y/n. Joong said you’d probably be by so he bought these for you.” the clerk said handing you the snacks.
Another Rose….
KIM HONGJOONG
You make your way into KQ running into some of the workers who knew about you and Hongjoong, they wished you Happy Birthday and handed you a Rose each saying it was from Joong…
You reach the studio and pause
He better be in there.
Nope…
Your song is playing though.
Now you’re tired and want to go home.
His computer is open and it says “I know you’re tired my love, I’m sorry for all the games, head home I promise I’ll be there.”
He’s about to be even more sorry
He’s definitely on the couch for a week, maybe a month. The pocas?? Sleep with him.
You hear a faint melody as you get to your floor.
He planned this.
You open the door and it’s like the day melted away. No longer mad he made you run all over the city looking for him…well maybe a little still
There are petals on the floor and candles. You know the standard romantic things.
There’s a song playing in the background, you haven’t heard it before but you know it’s your Joong’s voice.
“Welcome home Darling.” he smiled turning around to face you holding out a rose.
“Yahhh Kim Hongjoong.”
“I know but I had to get you out of the house to set this up.” he smiled a small twinkle in his eye.
“Sometimes you’re too romantic.” you chuckle at him.
“Hey at least I remembered this year.” he winced.
Last year was a mess with touring and everything, you couldn’t blame him for not having his head on straight. 
Didn’t make it any less special he tried his best. He even flew you out to see him.
“I love you.” he smiled and took all the flowers from you.
“And just what do you have planned?” you raised your eyebrow.
“Oh just the only gift I think is suitable for you.” he dropped to one knee, box in hand.
ARE YOU GOING TO SAY YES??? HMMMM??
“You are truly a pain in my ass Kim Hongjoong.”
“But only yours.” he smiled and slipped the ring on.
“I think the members would say otherwise.
“Nah…those are our pains in the ass now.” he kissed your hand and hummed along to the song playing.
He wrote another love song for you.
This is a long forever.
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jjunberry · 9 months ago
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ateez! while getting head
pairing! ateez x reader
genre! smut
synopsis! ateez getting head
wc! 500
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hongjoong! is rough. loves holding the back of your neck to guide you. he’s well aware you can take him but he loves the control. you were on your knees under his desk at the studio. he was sat legs spread while you sucked him off. his groans filled the studio has he gripped your neck to speed up your actions. “yeah baby, just like that.” he moved your head faster and bucked his hips.
seonghwa! likes it deep. your nose pressed against him as he’s down your throat. he has you laid on your back head hanging off the bottom of the bed. he stood above you fucking your mouth. he moaned out seeing himself in your throat. “you feel me baby? feel me in there.” you moaned around him causing him to groan and finish down your throat.
yunho! loves to finish on your face. this boy lives for facials. lets you take over until he’s close then he grips your hair. his motions are quick and rough. he pulls out with a deep groan and jerks himself off before finishing on your face. “you look so pretty covered in my cum.”
yeosang! loves morning head. he had given you permission a while ago to wake him up with head. he claims it makes his day go better. before the morning alarms you’d slip under the covers and take him into your mouth. yeosang would soon wake up guiding your head lower. his morning voice filling your ears. “mhm yeah baby just like that.”
san! loves to return to favor. let’s you suck him off as long as you let him in return. he holds your hair and guides you until he finishes down your throat with a whine. after he catches his breath his quick to lay you down. you felt his breath over your heat. “let me take care of you now.”
mingi! is whiny. he loves head. he loves when you give him head. very vocal on his appreciation. his head is against the pillow as whines leave his lips. you’ve been working him for a while now. he’s bucking his hips up. “please can i cum?” he begs. when he gets the nod of approval he’s quick to finish in your mouth. he whines when you open to show him.
wooyoung! is a head pusher. you were kissing down his chest when his hand pushed down telling you where he needed you most. you pulled his pants and boxers down before licking up his dick. he pushed your head down as you sucked on his tip. “more..need more.” he moaned when you finally took him down your throat.
jongho! is slow. he likes to take it slow. taking more of him each time you go back down. he doesn’t moan but his breathing gets heavier as he gets closer. he begins to buck his hips to meet your actions. “keep going, mhm i’m close.” his body goes still as he shoots his load down your throat.
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author’s note! guyssss omg 🤭 hope you enjoyed this one
tag list! @304files @jjunieworld
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seonghwaddict · 10 months ago
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showering with ateez — masterlist
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requested by anon. genre. hc, fluff rating. pg-13. warnings. showering together, kissing, mildly suggestive. wc. 944.
[ lilo’s notes . . . ] thank you for this request anon~ hope you enjoy it!! :3
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hongjoong
you love your boyfriend very much, but you can’t deny that he’s a workaholic sometimes he’d forget to take care of himself, but luckily you’re there to help!
so when you notice he hasn’t showered in around three days, rotting on the couch with his work laptop glued to him, you gently walk over a hit the save button, closing the machine and setting it on the table before you pull him off the couch and into the bathroom.
he doesn’t protest, letting you wash him with the soft hands that he loves oh so much. he returns the favour happily, though lazily in his tired state. it’s a quiet activity, barely any words exchanged, but it’s comfortable and intimate in an innocent way.
seonghwa
seonghwa likes things clean and organised. which is why he usually showers twice a day—morning and night. while his morning showers are private and used partially to wake himself up, his nightly showers are reserved to be shared with you.
it happened once, then again, and soon enough it became a routine. you arrive home just slightly earlier than him, and when he comes he wastes no time in pulling you into the master bedroom and then the bathroom.
it’s usually a quick shower, helping each other scrub areas that were hard to reach. and afterwards he dries you off and dresses you and forces you to rest on the couch as he prepares some dinner.
yunho
he’s the one that asks you to shower with him.
he absolutely love love loves the feeling of you washing his hair for him. and when you’re not doing that, he’s clinging to you and just holding you under the pouring shower head. he especially likes using shampoo that will make plenty of bubbles.
if you’re having a bad day, he likes to be the one to take care of all the work—washing your hair and massaging you in the warm shower.
yeosang
he wouldn’t be one to share a shower or anything but i think yeosang would prefer a bath with you. sitting in a warm pool of water and bubbles, relaxed enough to just fall asleep right there.
he’s so shy at first, not wanting to face you but he’ll relax soon enough and have you sit between his legs, facing him with your legs around his lower torso. not a lot of washing gets done, instead the two of you just converse softly and enjoy each other’s presence.
using the bubbles to make a beard and moustache so he can hear your pretty laugh. practically falling asleep against the back of the tub as you rub the vanilla scented soap on his body, drawing little patterns.
san
he loves showering with you, especially after activities in the bedroom. whether or not there’ll be another round in the shower completely depends on you, he’s always happy to cater to what you want.
he prefers for you to sit on the little shower bench, kneeling on the floor to wash legs and areas easier to access in this position. after that he’ll stand up behind you and give you a light massage, occasionally pressing fleeting kisses to your wet hair.
though you try to return the favour and help him get clean, he scolds you playfully and tells you to relax. when it’s all done and your both dried off and in clean clothes, he makes sure to coddle and pamper you for the rest of the night.
mingi
he’s not for or against to showering with you, per se. some days he loves nothing more than to feel your wet skin against his, other days he needs his own space.
usually he loops his arms around your waist and pulls you close, letting the water hit his back as he hugs you. when he’s satisfied, he takes a step back to let you do whatever you need to do in the shower while he takes care of himself.
some days he’s the opposite of the above, way more affectionate throughout the whole process. his hands caress your body and occasionally his lips find yours and kiss you gently. then he’ll whine about getting soap in his mouth.
wooyoung
jung wooyoung is a very playful man and that extends into every activity, thank you very much.
of course, he constantly checks if you’re comfortable, asking before he touches you in any way. but once you give him the green light, he’s playfully flicking water at you. he can’t help but tease you.
he clings to you from behind while his hands slide all over you, mouthing at your neck and shoulders affectionately as you whine because you’re just trying to shower. but, really, you love him and whatever he’s doing. and for a moment you think the situation will take a turn, but then he’s pressing one last kiss to the back of your neck and smearing a dollop of bubbles on your cheek before he steps out, giggling as he wraps a towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom while you’re left in the shower in bewilderment.
jongho
he’s not big on showering with you, either. but! he does like calming baths.
jongho specifically likes to light some candles in the bathroom before sinking into the warm water with you. you’re sat between his legs with your back pressed against his front, the dense bubbles concealing your intertwined bodies beneath the water.
it’s a really intimate atmosphere; bathing with you. his hands caress your waist, hips and thighs, underwater as his chin rests on his shoulders. neither of you say much, other than him humming little songs or muttering sweet nothings into your ear.
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luvh4nji · 11 months ago
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𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 + 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐒/𝐎
warning: general drunkenness, reader is referred to as "girl" in san's
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seonghwa ; he's so unbelievably soft for you. something about having his pretty baby so in love with him, hanging off his arm and pressing your side impossibly closer to his, even when you're not completely yourself, makes his heart swell in his chest, his stomach doing somersaults.
"be careful, love." he chastises you gently, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side, thumb rubbing little circles on the skin of your shoulder. "don't want you getting into trouble, yeah?" and you just swoon over him, turning in his hold so your arms snaking around his own shoulders, nuzzling into his chest. and you're too hazy to notice the soft look in his eyes and the soft blush that covers his cheeks.
hongjoong ; he seems like the type to be a little insecure in a relationship. he's so busy, he porbably doesn't feel like he gives you enough attention and it gets him down a little bit. the question of what if you find someone who treats you better? always sits in the back of his mind. but when you get all clingy and sweet with him when you get a little drunk at the studio, his worries almost seem to dissipate.
"and those are the reasons why..." you start, cutting yourself off with a hiccup, resting your head against his chest from your spot in his lap. "those are the reasons why i love you." you finish, smiling to yourself in your drunken daze. "ah, okay, i see. " he indulges, nodding and smiling down at the mess you are in his lap. he hears something that sounds like a muffled "you better" coming from you, feeling the vibrations of your voice as he runs his fingers down your back.
yunho ; he would think you're the cutest thing he's ever seen <3 he's truly the type to be completely entranced by his partner and to see you have that same reverence for him? it just makes him so, so happy. he's the type to have you close to him all night, sitting in the booth of the bar wiht his arm slung around your shoulders while you lean against him, ead on his chest, hand lifted to hold his, looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
"you feeling okay, baby?" he asks, noticing how quiet you'd gotten. and you'd just nod against his chest, sniffing a little bit from the drinks, mumbling that you're fine and that you just want to look at him, blinking slowly as you explain yourself. and he gets so red, smiling brightly and keeping you close to his chest proudly while the rest of the guys at the booth tease you relentlessly.
yeosang ; he gets so shy and flusterd, poor guy :( he's not a very touchy person, generally speaking, so when you go to him, laying your head in his lap where he was sitting on the couch in your apartment, once the sleepy affect of the beverage has sunken in, gazing up at him with big, lovestruck eyes, he can't help the soft pink that colors the shells of his ears.
"are you okay, y/n?" he asks, voice low, with that shy quality to it, as you look up at him, your hand reaching to cup his face, fingers tracing his birthmark delicately. "better than okay, sangie." you grin, running a thumb over the crest of his cheekbone. "i got so lucky-- to have someone to beautiful." you hiccup through your words, making him look up and away from your reverent expression, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in a smile.
san ; loves it. adores it even. you already knows he's absolutely a clingy drunk and he loves that you are too because it just proves to him how perfect you are for each other. he's the type to believe in soulmates and this is his sign. he just loves how you look at up at him, blinking slowly, and grabbing his hands, pressing little kisses to his knuckles and telling him how how handsome he is.
"yeah, honey? i'm the prettiest boy you've ever seen?" he asks, half-teasing, but you just nod in agreement, movements slow and lazy due to the alcohol flowing through your system. "i'm glad you think that." he says through a soft smile, reaching to ruffle your hair from you're leaning against his chest. "cause you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. makes us a perfect match, doesn't it?"
mingi ; adores you when you get clingy. he's absolutely the type to revel in your physical nature. he loves how you excited you get to see him when he comes to pick you up from the bar after your friends had called him, asking for his assistance in getting you home. he loves how you run up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek, telling him how much you missed these past few hours that you'd been out.
"missed me?" he asks, only half-teasing, laughing to himself when you nod against his chest, mussing your hair in the process. "i missed you, too, honey." he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "now lets get you home, yeah?" and he smiles to himself at how you cling onto his arm, grip vice-like in the car.
wooyoung ; he doesn't seem like the type to let himself be soft often. he feels like he has to be funny or flirty or abrasive at all times, but all those walls come down when he's around you, especially when your uninhibited and he knows you need his help. his voice gets so soft, touch gentle as he lets you wrap yourself around him, nuzzling into his chest, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin there.
"okay, baby," he starts when your body goes nearly limp against his. "you think it's time to go home?" and you just shake your head, hair mussing against him, before raising your gaze to meet his and mumbling something about how you'd go wherever he wanted you to. and he'd just laugh, soft and warm, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the bar. "alright, alright. let's get you home, lovey.
jongho ; although he doesn't necessarily seem like the clingiest person himself, he does seem like the type to enjoy having a clingy partner. it has something to do with him liking to be needed. it makes his chest puff up in pride and his eyes shine when you latch onto him. especially when you're all hazy and uninhibited, letting him take care of you.
"oh, really?" he grins pulling you close to him as you grapple onto his strong arms as you mumble something about how strong he is and how you adore him and everything he does for you. "you need me that much?" he asks, tone almost condescending if it wasn't him, and if you weren't inebriated. he shifts his grip around you as you nod againist his arm, staring up at him with big, sparkly eyes. the image of you so adoring of him makes his heart swell in his chest, biting his lip and trying to swallow his smile.
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cheeseceli · 4 months ago
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Espresso
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Pairing: Kim Hongjoong × Gn!reader
Genre: headcanons, friends to lovers, accepting feelings phase
Synopsis: “I'm working late cause I'm a singer” or where Hongjoong can't stop writing love songs about you
Warnings: Hongjoong is an idol
A/n: because he said espresso is his favourite song rn | announcement
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Hongjoong who was trying to deny the fact that he liked you
Like “what do you mean, we're just friends !?”
Denial, yeah
Everyone knew he had feelings for you
He knew it too
But he really didn't want to admit it
Because if he says it out loud then it becomes (more) true, right?
So if he just ignored everything, maybe he had a chance of overcoming his feelings
His first strategy was to focus on his job
No feelings, just work
Such a perfect recipe, isn't it? He couldn't get distracted this way
That is until all his songs became romantic
That wouldn't be exactly a problem if the songs were about fictional or hypothetical situations and characters
However, they were all about you
And it was starting to get hard to accuse everything of being a coincidence when there were way too many coincidences
How could he describe your voice, your laugh, your eyes and each one of your mannerisms perfectly and still dare to call it a coincidence?
More work
Work until you forget about what feeling in love is like
But still, his mind was pretty consistent and insisted on thinking about you
And that's how you became his unintentional muse
He was trying to write to run from reality, but all his songs turned out to be what he was trying to escape from
You remember that back at that time, you were pretty worried
Hongjoong kept himself locked in the studio for hours, sometimes nights
You were scared he was overworking himself
But if you only knew he was stressed because he couldn't work
Not when every verse seemed to be about you
Although the experience wasn't good at all, you both might need to be grateful for that
Because that's how Hongjoong finally got sick of the situation and decided to confess at last
And that's how you ended up with a mini album of songs he wrote about you, the promise of even more songs and, of course, a boyfriend
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Masterlist | you'll probably like: songwriting for you
Thank you for reading 🖤
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yeorisanaxox · 5 months ago
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asking bf!ateez if they kiss better than you
Pure crack, little suggestive ig, cursing
a/n: I apologize for any typos and the overuse of emojis *I naturally text w them lol* also didn’t intend to be gone so longggg. Life happens chileee. Anyways, thank you for all the love shown in my absence and the kind feedback to my other posts. It’s greatly appreciated 😁😁😁
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written by yeorisanaxox. No translations or reposting. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] ✨
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bluemari23 · 6 months ago
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dazzling light || kim hongjoong
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summary: your soul bond activates at a concert and you seriously doubt your actually going to be able to meet them, not when they are on the stage and more than likely can't see the soul light that surrounds you.
pairing: kim hongjoong x autistic reader
genre: soulmates, soul bonds, soul marks, fluff, some light angst
warnings: autistic reader, overstimulation, some slight panic,
word count: 1.5k
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Despite your love for music, sometimes it could be too loud. Your ears ringing and sometimes you swore your brain actually shakes in your skull. The way you listened to music almost every second of the day was a surprise to some people, seeing as you were easily overstimulated and when too many things were happening at once, you used your noise canceling headphones for peace. 
You thought that a concert would be an isolated incident; Somewhere where you could only focus on the music and not on anything else. Where you could just feel the music and let your body sway to the rhythm. 
Finding out you had a soulmate at a concert was not on your plan for the night. 
And looking down at your wrist to see the gold letters building the name of your bias was also not on your plan for the night. 
For soulmates, soul bonds only activate when you are in the same room, gold letters representing the soul spell out the name of your soulmate. A gold light also surrounds the people within the bond so you could find your other half easier. 
But you knew who your other half was, and you doubted they could see you from the stage. 
You were seated near the front of the stage, a front row seat in the first part of the seated section. You had felt beyond lucky to get the seat, knowing how quickly the seats go and how easily the concerts sell out tickets. Now, you wonder if it was fate bringing you here. 
You anxiously sat, waiting for some kind of sign that he also sees you. But Hongjoong seemed to look almost everywhere but where you were seated. That was until he glanced at your section during Guerilla and seemed to do an obvious double glance. Everyone around you was screaming, thinking that he was looking at them, but you know differently. 
But then he didn’t look your way again. 
You couldn’t help but to think, maybe he doesn’t want a soulmate?
Did he see your soul light?
He probably isn’t interested in having a soulmate. Another person to depend on. It’s probably for the best anyways, with your disability anyways. You couldn’t always control your brain or the way your body took in stimuli. 
Seeing reason, you tried to just enjoy the rest of the concert, listening to Answer and then Crazy Form, which was one of your favorites. You followed the crowd and moved your light stick along with them. You even got up and danced for as long as you could handle. 
When the concert ended, though, you couldn’t help but to wait a couple minutes. You told yourself it was because you couldn’t handle the crowds trying to leave the stadium at the same time, but you knew it was because you hoped that he did want you, even the tiniest bit. 
After waiting about ten minutes, you gave up hope and started to grab your things. It was disappointing, but nothing you weren’t used to. Being a burden was unfortunately something you felt a lot, and this was nothing different. 
After grabbing your things, you began to make your way down the small walkway that led to the inner hallways of the stadium, out into the main concession area. You pass through the entryway only to bump into a large man in a stadium uniform. 
“Are you Ms. Y/n L/n?” The large man was imposing and his voice was deep and intimidating, making you hesitate for a couple of seconds before nodding your head, not wanting any trouble. 
“We’ll need you to come with us then.” You heard another voice, and someone pushed past the large and intimidating man to stand in front of you. 
This man was shorter, but still nonetheless intimidating. He wore a stern expression and his glasses reminded you of an old professor you had in college who loved to yell and throw things across the classroom when someone was talking during his lecture. It was safe to say you were now shaking in your shoes. 
The ma wore no indication of his position with regards to the stadium, and you were thoroughly confused now to what could be going on. 
“Is there something wrong, Sirs?” Your voice was weaker than you wanted to push out, showing how uncomfortable you were. 
The men just turned around and started walking, not even looking to see if you were following. But you did, entirely scared and uncomfortable and feeling entirely intimidated to do anything but what the men say. 
You followed them through a different hallway, one with the words “CREW ONLY” plastered to the front. You now went from being scared to freaked out. Your thoughts were going a hundred miles an hour until you ended up in front of a set of double doors that had the word “ATEEZ” printed on a sheet of paper and taped to the right-side door. 
Now, now you were completely frozen.
You swear your heart actually stopped. 
“Please.” The short man gestured you forward, knocking on the door for you without giving you a second to move. 
Before you could catch your breath, someone opened the door, a casual smile on their lips and a baggy but comfortable looking t-shirt with the new Ateez designs on it. You assumed this was one of the managers as he shook the smaller man’s hand and thanked them for bringing you here. 
“Hello, you must be Ms. Y/n?” The man then turned to look at you, his bright eyes centered on you and then your wrist where Hongjoong’s name resided in gold ink.
You just stared at the man, your obvious nerves showcased on your face, still completely frozen as you look up at him. 
“Please, don’t be nervous. Hongjoong is actually excited that we were able to find you still here and might actually start freaking out if we leave him in there with Wooyoung and Jongho’s teasing any longer.” The man cracks another warm-hearted smile at you before holding his hand out for you to take, a nice gesture. 
“How about we go and introduce you to your soulmate, hm?” The man, who still didn’t introduce himself moved behind you, hand hovering against your back as he opens the door again, the noise from inside becoming completely silent as you slowly moved inside. 
You saw Hongjoong first, his eyes catching yours as a large smile grows on his lips, his cheeks pushed wide as he does so. You then catch Wooyoung actually hanging off of the captain, Seonghwa trying and failing to get him off until you appear, both men slowly moving away from their leader. 
The soul light slowly dims until its gone when you are now only a couple feet apart. You could feel your body slowly relaxing as you got closer to your soulmate, something you’ve never felt before. Relaxation and peace were always hard to come by when your body always seemed to take in more stimuli that you could handle.
But you felt at ease, now an arm’s length away from the person you were destined for. 
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” Hongjoong spoke softly as if not wanting to break the moment between you. 
“Hi.” You smile a little, wanting to show him that you were okay, that you were okay with everything. 
“Why don’t we sit, get to know each other better.” He asked you, motioning to the now vacant couch behind you, big enough for the two of you. You also noticed the sneaky glances that the other Ateez members sent each other. 
“Okay.” You smiled at the boys as you passed by them, each of them introducing themselves to you as if you didn’t just attend their concert. 
You sat down, and before Hongjoong could pick another place to sit, every single other spot than the one beside you was taken by the boys. Hongjoong just took it in stride, sitting beside you as he dramatically shakes his head and sighs at his members actions. You couldn’t help but to let out a little laugh at their actions, trying to play matchmaker between soulmates. 
It was as if they all started speaking at once, the younger members just yelling out questions for you as you sat next to Hongjoong, Seonghwa trying but failing to reign them in, even if it was a half-hearted attempt at doing so. 
You didn’t even attempt to answer, seeing as you couldn’t distinguish a single question. Instead, you just took the hand that your soulmate offered you, shyly holding it in your grasp. 
“They’re always like this. I promise, they like you already.” Hongjoong leans down and whispers into your ear. You could hear the smile and adoration in his voice, something that made you smile again. 
“It’s okay. I can get used to it. I promise, I like them too.” You whisper back, looking up at him and watching as the look of adoration switches from his members to you. 
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mingoooossii · 7 months ago
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ATEEZ as tiny pocket persons.
warnings: none.
A/n: i had to get this off my system. i was dying imagining this yo.Well, hope u enjoy reading this nonetheless.
Ateez masterlist.
Hongjoong.
• he's quiet and reserved when he's in public.
• sometimes you even forget he's there cuz he's so quiet.
• he just be chilling.
• though once you're indoors, he gets goofy.
• you always tease him about it and he gets so red everytime.
• he has THE cutest smile EVER.
• he's so so so precious when he smiles that you'll do the most stupid shit just so u can see him smile.
• this is rare but at times he rambles about stuff that he's been interested in lately.
• and you love it when he does that. It's just so nice seeing him excited about something.
Seonghwa.
• calm and sweet.
• you know how u have like an angel and a devil on your shoulders?
• he's the angel (though his devil side shows itself once in a while 😇)
• he acts like your personal to do list like 'oh you forgot something for your grocery?' Well worry not, he has it all memorised.
• comforts you when u have a bad day.
• one time you bought him one of those mini lego sets and now, he bugs you to buy one every time a new one drops.
• and you do, every single time cuz you love him :) (and u love seeing him get so happy everytime u do)
Yunho.
• a little ball of sunshine.
• he always just peeks out from your pocket, greeting and waving at random people.
• he just emits positive energy.
• you cannot help but smile whenever he's around.
• he loves going outside to explore and try new things.
• though his favourite activity has to be when he games with you.
• he giggles whenever he wins a match.
• so at times you purposely let him win so you could hear his cute giggle.
Yeosang.
• he's a shy one and so CUTE😭
• no seriously you're always gushing over him cuz he's so cute and he gets so shy.
• literally the cutest sight ever.
• he's sweet and always helps you with stuff (though beware he can get quite fussy at times.)
• he love love LOVES it when you buy him little trinkets.
• his favourite is a little doberman keychain thingy that you won for him at a claw machine.
• shows it off every chance he gets.
• he's adorable.
San.
• he's like a cat.
• he acts more like a cat than an actual cat.
• he's always around you.
• if he's not in your pocket then he's on your hand, your shoulder or just anywhere near you.
• also loud.
• he gets loud and giggly when he's happy which is, all the time.
• so if it's a little too quiet around you, then you know something's wrong.
• he's pouty when he's upset. He gets even more clingy, if that's possible.
• also possessive.
• death glares anyone who tries to be a lil too close to you.
• but it's okay, he calms down after you pat his head a little. Que a smiley San!
Mingi.
• he's a clumsy one.
• one time he almost fell out of your pocket because he couldn't sit still.
• infinite energy.
• he's always dancing and singing or just jumping around when he's happy.
• you can't go outside without him drawing people's attention :)
• so you bought him one of those small squishy plushies and he LOVES it.
• he moves around a lot less now as he's always hugging the plushie.
• brings it with him literally everywhere he goes cuz "you bought it for me!" he says.
Wooyoung.
• loud and giggly.
• extra emphasis on loud because seriously, the house is never quiet.
• he's always giggling or just rambling about random stuff.
• what a cutie.
• possessive pt.2
• he's very VERY possessive.
• one time bro almost bit someone's finger cuz they accidentally touched you 😭
• chaotic.
• do NOT leave him alone with San or Mingi.
• he will wreck havoc.
• he also LOVES affection. He'll be hugging you the moment he gets a chance.
• also quite sassy.
• he WILL sass you if u were to do something stupid but it's okay, he still loves you.
Jongho.
• another quiet one.
• he's acts tough and quiet when you're out in public but gets giggly once you're inside.
• he tells you about random things he learnt or something he finds fascinating.
• and it is pretty interesting.
• a prankster.
• he pranks you at times and laughs his ass off cuz u fall for it every. single. time!
• also a good listener.
• he always knows when you're having a bad day and listens to ur vents.
• If you don't wanna talk abt it, that's fine too. He has great advice.
• he's not too prone to affection but he'll hug you once in a while when u least expect it.
• he's too cute 😞
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kiestrokes · 1 year ago
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You should have seen this coming
I need to know your thoughts on all on Ateez’s sex styles
ATEEZ and their Sex Styles | NSFW
Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader/You/Yn (vagina pov) Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut. Warnings: aftercare mentioned in some portions, cuddling, kissing.
Sexually Explicit Content: sex positions, rough sex, choking, marking, biting, pain kink, stone top, pillow princess, cum/semen, orgasms?
🗝️ Note: oh luce...are you prepared for this? this is quick run through, and I don't have my glasses on- so feel free to kindly point out any spelling or big grammatical errors. this is my own opinion, don't take it too serious.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here. 
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Park Seonghwa hmmm Hwa, this man likes things deep and slow, lots of kissing and biting going on before he quite literally dives in. He is the opposite of HJ, eye contact is what really gets him off. He wants to watch you fall apart and quickly follows you. Hwa's aftercare is showering together, so that he can ensure you both are clean for post sex snuggles and lego building.
Kim Hongjoong I have never met a scorpio that has the ability to stay in a minimum of two positions, it’s always 2++. HJ is great at foreplay; he's observed your body and gets you so keyed up in foreplay that you almost cum. But when it comes to actual sex, he's all over the place. Gets you is missionary first, but it's too intimate for his aromantic ass, puts your legs around his neck and focuses on your body, then he pulls a leg over so you're halfway into doggystyle and eventually you're on your stomach getting your shit wrecked. I don't think this man can cum if you're making eye contact.
Jeong Yunho hear me out- he looks incredibly unassuming, and Yunho is more of a cuddler than a fucker. But when he does, he performs. You're having at least two orgasms and begging him to cum already. He loves to fuck you in spoon, and gives you double stim on the clit, that has even the quietest person screaming. Arguably the best sex you have ever had and he's v humble about it.
Kang Yeosang this bitch...he manhandles you left and right. up against the wall, picking you up in bed, to um- slow it down and make it bouncy. He isn't much for kissing. But is the king of aftercare and loves to cuddle afterwards. Kind of oblivious to when you orgasm though, he accidentally fucks you into another- or three.
Choi San he is the opposite of Jongho, a stone top. your pleasure means more to him than his own. his favorite position is cowgirl, wants you facing him, admiring all his muscles and sneaking in little kisses. he might also have a mild neck kink, not quite choking but his hand is always there. so sorry but San immediately falls asleep after you fuck (re drunkteez).
Song Mingi ohhh Mingi...leo men don't come to fuck around (well they do. but you'll understand in a minute) similar to Yeo and Yunho he wants you to cum first. he likes to think his favorite position is doggy, but this man falls apart in missionary. it's the eye contact, the kissing, the biting, the hair pulling, how your legs wrap around and pull him in like you just can't get enough. man is gone. he also doesn't like cumming inside you, he wants to cum on your thighs or your stomach or your tits. to show you what you did to him. Mingi's aftercare is lots of food, he needs to eat and he wants you to eat with him, then cuddle up in bed and hold you like a little burrito (re sangi live)
Jung Wooyoung I saved this bitch for last, Woo likes it the roughest...even if I think HJ is the one with the pain kink. Woo wants you to be aggressive passionate with him, wants your hand on his throat, clenching his jaw, nails in his back. is kissing you non-stop, you cannot breathe between the thrusting and him literally stealing the air from your lungs in each kiss. tbh I think Woo prefers to give you oral and maybe receive oral over everything. but those little hips of his know how to work out the most intense orgasms.
Choi Jongho ok...sooo, Jongho and my libra bestie were both born on October 12th. I'm going to use a lot of what I know about her- is secretly incredibly kinky, willing to try anything once. He is a pillow princess, loves skinship but only when he initiates it, prefers to see a lot of his partner's skin. drops a ton of affectionate touches but screams he was just joking when you drag him off to the bedroom. he is the most vocal of all the members, literally singing his praises.
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jaehunnyy · 1 year ago
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Ateez and the things they do for you while on tour
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Genre: established relationship, floof—lots of it, crack-ish?
Word count: 1.9k
Pairing: idols!Ateez x gn!reader
Warnings: pet names (+ reader calling Mingi princess), possible grammar mistakes
Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu
Networks: @cromernet 🤍
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Hongjoong - falling asleep on face-time
☆ Hongjoong keeps track of every single difference between his and your timezone, having it as a daily reminder on the world clock.
☆ It doesn't matter how tired he is after performing and melting million hearts;
☆ He could never be too tired for his love.
☆ Calls you when he's on his way to the hotel room if it's at a suitable hour;
☆ If not, he would settle for napping for a bit and set an alarm so he can call you at a reasonable time.
☆ Loves having your voice playing in the background for whenever sleep gets too hard to fight against (and if you start talking about your day, it's simply music for his ears).
☆ Smiles contentedly, even in his sleep, when you tell him how proud you are and how much you love and miss him.
☆ "You shined today too, baby. I am so, so, proud of you, and I hope you know that."
☆ Even when he's drowsy—droopy eyes, mouth slightly open, almost slipping into the dreams' world, he would never be too tired to mouth an "I love you too, love; thanks for being by my side,"—might come off as a mumble, but the intention is there.
☆ And that's the tutorial on how to make your sleepy Joong happy. :)
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Seonghwa - buying souvenirs
☆ Seonghwa would buy the whole shop for you if he could. 
☆ Not that he didn't want to, but Yeosang—his shopping companion, didn't allow that to happen. 
☆ Whenever he sees a cute object, be it little or big, his eyes gather the whole universe in them, an excited smile creeping on his face, as the only thing he can say is "Y/n! :D" 
☆ Magnets? "These would look amazing on their fridge!" 
☆ Clothes? "I remember they said they needed a new cardigan." 
☆ Plushies? "Y/n's shelves have been pretty empty lately, these would look great in there :D." 
☆ And who are you to burst his bubble? It's not like you didn't try to tell him that he should tone it down; but he didn't even bother to listen to you, stuffing more and more into his luggage for when he comes home to show you. 
☆ When unboxing, he would just smile and proceed to take more out of his suitcase. 
☆ "Honey, you don't need to spend so much money on me…" You say, looking at the suitcase he claimed was filled with only souvenirs. 
☆ "Can you blame me, starlight? Let me spoil you." He smiles, settling himself on the floor as he keeps on unpacking, making you accept your fate and smile as well.
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Yunho - sending you dancing videos
☆ This man is all but leaving you alone—not that you're complaining or anything. 
☆ He would send you videos of him practicing every single hour, maybe call you too, just to show (and maybe flex) his fantastic dancing skills. 
☆ Sometimes, he would even call you and ask you to learn something together—he just loves to see you dance with him, okay? 
☆ Always asks for your opinion first, on every cover he wants to post. 
☆ "I think that's good enough to post, Yun—" Wooyoung would try to say, but his friend would brush him off quickly. 
☆ "Let me ask Y/n first! :D" 
☆ The moment the warmth of your praises engulfs him—he becomes a malfunctional boy; smiling from ear to ear, continuously staring at your texts, making everyone around him ask him if he is okay, if he needs to see a doctor or something (it's just his friends being the teases they are)—yet he wouldn't care, he is in love <3. 
☆ "Of course it's amazing, Yuyu. You're doing amazing everytime <333." 
☆ He would melt into a puddle. 
☆ "No words can explain how thankful I am for you, my darling." 
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Yeosang - delivering sweet nothings
☆ Yeosang would send special deliveries for his significant other.
☆ He has to make sure his baby is being well taken care of even when he's away, doesn't he?
☆ If you randomly get up due to the sound of your doorbell—know that Yeo planned something; again.
☆ Sometimes it's fresh food from your favorite restaurant; sometimes flowers bouquets.
☆ Sometimes, even your favorite hoodie of his—to remind you of him, and his scent.
☆ He would be sneaky and innocent about it too—he would never admit it's him (he would, you just have to be cute enough for it).
☆ "Yeoooo, the flowers you sent yesterday are still there! Where am I supposed to place these ones?"
☆ "What flowers, sweets? I didn't send you anything though?" The lie would slip through his lips, soon curling into a mischievous smile.
☆ Secretly—he enjoys it way too much—seeing how happy you are after the warm meal, how you couldn't stop smelling the flowers he chose for you.
☆ He loved you so much and he had to prove it somehow, even if he was miles away from you.
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San - hugging his phone while face-timing
☆ San loves physical attention; he craves it—a lot.
☆ And though there's no way you can give it to him, he finds one, 'cause he's your smart boyfriend.
☆ He came up with the sudden idea of you hugging your phones at the same time, as silly as that might sound.
☆ Hugging the devices to your chests was giving him enormous comfort—not so much of a physical one, but one for the heart, at least.
☆ At first, you didn't expect him to want this to be a regular thing, you thought he would do it one time and then forget about it—or simply leave it aside.
☆ No. Your boyfriend started doing that every single call.
☆ "Y/nnnnn, do you feel it? The warmth?" He asks, his eyes shaped into little crescent moons, while the joy would dig little dimples into his cheeks.
☆ "Sannie… all I feel is how hot my phone got after three hours of continuously face-timing you," you say, looking at his pout through the screen.
☆ "Can you at least pretend? It's the only thing that unites us right now, so please pretend it's me you're hugging, sweets."
☆ With time, you came to understand what he was talking about—it felt nice to imagine him cuddled into your arms, counting the days and hoping they would pass faster and give you your boyfriend back.
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Mingi - sending you voice texts
☆ Mingi would send you cute voice texts, and expects you to answer in the same manner.
☆ He would send one right after he woke up, the hoarseness of his voice echoing through your ears and making you giggle.
☆ Would also send you lots of them when he reaches the comfort of his hotel bed, telling you about his day and waiting for you to call, for the live experience.
☆ Sometimes, he would send some in the middle of the day, and when you play them, you're met with the beauty of his singing voice, playing one of the songs he had written, just for you.
☆ Along with comfort, they would usually make tears prickle at the corner of your eyes—because you miss him, and because the depth of the lyrics makes you want to give him the biggest hug ever.
☆ Mingi would also send you vocal texts of him silly laughing at random jokes, or funny videos, claiming that he doesn't want you to forget his laugh (don't forget he wants to hear yours too).
☆ And hearing him laugh would automatically make you cackle too, recording it just in time.
☆ "Princess? If I had a superpower, I wish I could teleport," you said, sending the short voice message to him.
☆ "And why is that, sweetheart?" He asks, in the same manner.
☆ "So I can come there and give you the biggest hug ever," and that was enough to make him melt and think about how much he loves you.
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Wooyoung - recording daily vlogs
☆ Wooyoung would be recording silly little vlogs for you at every single step.
☆ No one and nothing could hold him back from turning his camera on selfie mode and pressing the rec button (but also, no one can stop him when he's about to fall 'cause he doesn't see where he steps).
☆ As soon as he gets into his hotel room, he will start making the room tour for you, explaining every detail he notices about it.
☆ Sometimes, he would trick some staff members into showing him the stage outfits beforehand, just for you to wake up with an outfit check vlog made by your boyfriend, exclusively.
☆ He could be anywhere—restaurant, preparing to eat; backstage, preparing to go on stage, or simply walking around the city—it wouldn't matter, his hand is always able to hold a camera or at least his phone.
☆ Oh, and don't you dare interrupt him—he gave San the nastiest look when he called Woo for game night.
☆ "I'm recording my daily vlog for Y/n, can't you see, San? When did you become so heartless?" He asked, hand holding his heart as San raised his arms, defeated.
☆ "Sorry, angel. San is bothering me. Back to you now! :D"
☆ If you could ever make time to send him one of your own daily vlogs too, he would be the happiest man; saving it and staring at it all along, like a lucky charm.
☆ "I decided I should send you a daily vlog from work too, can't let my pookie forget my face and voice," you said, and his lips stretched into the widest smile.
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Jongho - singing lullabies for you
☆ Jongho's honey-like voice would melt into another lullaby you asked him for, despite the late hour you were talking at.
☆ You missed your boyfriend's presence—his beautiful gummy smile whenever you told him you loved him, his hugs, everything about him.
☆ And, last but not least, you missed his voice.
☆ You found it hard to sleep without him talking to you, or without hearing him practice another melodious ballad again—and you craved it.
☆ And it seemed like he missed doing these acts of service for you as well;
☆ 'Cause, the second you told him that you wanted to hear him, he didn't hesitate to immediately call you and start to sing another soulful song for you, smiling whenever you complimented him.
☆ His passion was something great to watch too—from the way his eyelashes would stroke his skin whenever he closed his eyes, the way his mouth opened whenever he hits any high notes, to the confidence on his face.
☆ You could swear that your admiration for him painted his cheeks into a crimson blush, yet he couldn't complain, he was proud to have you by his side.
☆ "Can you sing the chorus one more time, please? I don't want it to end before I fall asleep." You asked, looking at him before closing your eyes in order to fall asleep while he was still singing for you.
☆ He let a soft smile appear on his face, singing for you once again and only stopping when you finally fell asleep, whispering a sweet "Good night, sunshine."
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taehyunismm · 3 months ago
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Perv!hongjoong
mdni! very nsfw content ahead :)
Perv!hongjoong who loves to steal your panties and jerk off with them in secret.
Perv!hongjoong who loves to take pictures on his digital camera (with consent) of the two of you fucking to add to his collection.
Perv!hongjoong who fucks you in his studio and uses your loud and whiny moans in a song only for you and him to listen to.
Perv!hongjoong who gets hard when he sees you wearings a skimpy skirt.
Perv!hongjoong who likes to buy you rings and bracelets because he likes how it looks when you're jerking him off.
Perv!hongjoong who likes to cum on your face with your glasses on because he thinks you look the cutest like that.
Perv!hongjoong who cums just at the thought of you
Perv!hongjoong who asks you to send cute selfies of you to him so he can jerk off to them in private.
Perv!hongjoong who finds it cute when he catches you playing with yourself and moaning his name.
a/n - i knowww this is very short but i've been stuck with working nonstop for the past few weeks! so i just wanted to give u guys something to munch on..heh 😉 but i really do hope u guys enjoy this little piece of cake i gave 🤍
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tyongf-nct · 3 months ago
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♡ dating hongjoong includes ♡
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intellectual and philosophical conversations
him always giving you sweet compliments
elaborate dinner dates where he researches the best restaurants
holding doors open for you, helping you down a step, letting you walk on the inside of the sidewalk; peak gentleman behavior
he bites his lip so hard when he’s turned on that it’ll draw blood
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everyonewooeverywhere · 4 months ago
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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing ✭ bf!hongjoong x f!reader
synopsis ✭ studio sex‼️
content/genre ✭ smut (18+ MDNI)
word count ✭ 2.1k
warnings ✭ cockwarming, unprotected sex, a bit of dirty talk (kinda), pet names (baby.
note ✭ this is just a much longer version of this ask from @gxredxll
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He knew exactly what you were after when you’d walk into his studio at nearly midnight. You were dressed casually, but the shorts you were wearing showed off the thighs he loved so so much. (The thighs he couldn’t help but imagine his face buried between).
You came in quietly, trying to seem as if you didn’t want to distract him from his work. And he wasn’t completely distracted, at least at first. He’d stayed focused on the screen in front of him while you set your bag down and reapplied your lip gloss with the camera on your phone.
But when you came up behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders showing off your red glossy nails he so generously paid for because he wanted you to treat yourself, he caught a whiff of your perfume. It was his favorite, and you knew that very well. 
He let out a heavy sigh when your thumbs started to massage his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized how tense he was until he felt your fingers working and giving him relief in his neck and upper back. You smiled softly when he leaned into your touch.
“Joongie you’re so tense,” you whispered, “You should take a break.”
He sighed again and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles, “I can’t, baby. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” 
“Not really,” he ran a hand over his face in minor distress, “I’m sorry, love.”
You hummed and continued to massage his shoulders, this time making more of an effort to press into the back of the chair so that his head rested just below your chest. He was trying his hardest to keep working, but he could feel his brain start to turn off when you started kissing his neck below his ear. 
“Please let me help you,” your lips brushed over his ear, and he shivered. You stepped around his chair to stand in front of his chair, keeping a hand on his shoulder. He looked up from his computer and you could immediately see the strain in his eyes. He was clearly worn out and stressed. 
He ran his hand up your bare thigh, “Baby…” You could see his resolve start to dissipate as he looked into your eyes. But he stood his ground. “I really can’t.” He let out a heavy breath of exhaustion, “This really needs to get done.”
You watched as his eyelids fluttered when you brought a hand up to his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “At least let me stay with you.”
He hesitated for only a moment but was overwhelmed by the urge to pull you into his lap. “You can stay here for a little bit, ok?” 
You smiled softly and kissed his neck, “Mhm.” 
He couldn’t help but let his hands wander as he worked. Running his fingers through your hair, playing with the waistband of your shorts, kissing your shoulder or neck. He was soft and much more on the subtle side.
You on the other hand could not hide the fact that you were incredibly pent up from several days without his touch. It was beginning to become too much to bear. 
When you inevitably began rolling your hips, you noticed his movements stop. You smirked against his neck when you felt his hard on press into you through both of your shorts.
You knew the moment you walked into his studio that he would give in to you. It took a bit more convincing than usual, but he was practically putty in your hands. From your soft thighs that held him to his chair to the intoxicating perfume you wore. He just couldn’t resist you.
And you knew you’d broken him when he asked you for a favor. “Baby?”
“Yes?” you pulled away from his neck and looked deep in his eyes. Your lips puckered in a faux pout.
He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his waistband, “Can you warm me up?” You bit your lip at the suggestion, but he pulled it out from between your teeth, running his thumb over the freshly glossed skin. “No moving though, okay?”
You nodded, your breath catching in your throat when you reached further into his sweatpants feeling just how hard he really was. It always flattered you endlessly that you could make him feel this way even when you didn’t dress up for him. He got so fucked up over just you. Not the clothes you wore or the words you said. Just your presence made him insane. Especially when he’d been cooped up in the studio for days.
Pulling his cock out of his pants made him shiver, and your soft touch had him groaning softly. When you pumped it a couple times, spreading his precum down the shaft, he grabbed you wrist, “Come on, baby. Just put it in.” 
His impatience made you giggle. Mostly because you knew how sensitive he was and much more of you being handsy would send him over the edge. You obeyed him, though. Sliding your shorts and panties to the side and rubbing his tip through your folds. 
You moaned softly against his neck, slowly pushing his cock into you and sitting down on it. He let out a low grumble deep in his throat when he bottomed out inside of you.
Your head fell forward onto his shoulder, trying to get closer to him. He wrapped an arm around your middle back and pulled you in closer to him, “Good girl.” He praised, running a hand through your hair.
The whine that came from his praise was involuntary, but he knew it would have you reacting that way. He loved that his baby had a little praise kink, and he was more than happy to indulge in that fantasy. Especially if it had you whimpering and moaning his name.
If you we’re honest, though, cockwarming drove you crazy in kind of the wrong way. You fucking loved the little praises he would give you when you’d stay still for him, and let him finish his work. And you wanted so so bad for him to be proud of you, but fuck you wanted to move. You wanted to rut your hips into his pelvis. You wanted his cock you press into your g-spot over and over and over again, You wanted him to hold your ass and massage it as you rode him. Letting him control your pace to he could tell you when to come,
But you couldn’t do any of that now, not when it seemed like he was more focused on his computer than the warm pussy wrapped around his cock. (He was not. In fact, the moment you’d sat on his lap, his will to do anything other than fucking you until you could breathe was lost.)
Maybe it was involuntary or maybe it was a conscious choice out of pure need, but your resolve had broken down enough that you started lift your hips just a little bit so that you could lower them back down, giving yourself just the smallest bit of friction.
“Come on, baby. I thought you were gonna be good,” He spoke lowly, the vibrations from his throat rumbling in you ear, “What happened to my good girl?”
“Please,” your breath caught when he pushed your hips back down, bottoming out once again, “I wanna be good.”
He cooed mockingly at you, running his fingers through your hair, “I know, baby. I know you’re needy, but I have work to do.” He pulled your head back and looked into your eyes, “And good girls are patient, right?”
You nodded, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby. I understand. You just need someone to take care of you, don’t you?”
He leaned forward to your neck, placing soft kisses along the skin. “You have been good, haven’t you though.” He hums at how easy you are to mold, how easy it is for you to give up control to him, “You’ve been alone for days.” His fingers brush your exposed thighs, “Without anyone to touch you.” When he slips his hand under your shirt, he watches how your eyelids flutter. He leans in and kisses you, his lips melding with your own, giving him the opportunity to bite your bottom lip.
You don’t know how much time passes as he makes out with you. Your mind is too lost in the feeling of his lips on your own, his tongue so skillfully playing with your own, his hands under you shirt touching every inch of your chest. When he finally pulls back he looks straight into your already glossy eyes. 
“Do you want me to take care of you, baby?” He wipes some saliva (a mix of his and your own) off your chin. “You’ll let me make it up to you?”
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“Fu–uck, baby. You’re so tight,” his words combine with him pounding into from behind make you whimper into his hoodie that he’d so graciously take off so you could bury your face in it while he buried his cock as deep as it could go in your pussy.
Even with his hands guiding your hips, you still pushed your ass to meet him with every thrust. He held your hips gently in his hands so you’d still have control over the pace.
He removed his hands from you, watching as you fucked yourself stupid on his cock. He bit his lip to hold back a groan.
You whined at his lack of contact. He met your eyes as you looked back at him with your face still buried in his hoodie.
“What’s wrong?” he mimicked your pout, “You moved your hips so easily earlier. Even when I told you not to.” He nodded at you to keep going.
Truth be told, he fuckign loved to watch you take control of your pleasure like this. Not because it relinquished any of his control (quite the opposite really), but because it meant he could fully experience how desperate how truly were. And it gave him confidence that it was only his dick that could fully satisfy your graving. 
He ran a hand through his hair and watched intently as you moved your hips back in forth, shuddering each time his cock filled you up. 
And he loved to encourage you, too.
Good girl.
You’re doing so good for me.
Oh you’re so pretty, baby.
Keep going. Fuck yourself dumb.
He noticed your pace change slightly, becoming more erratic, and you kept tightening around him. He grabbed your hips and leaned over your back, he whispered to you with his breath hot on your neck, “You’re close aren’t you?” 
You nodded frantically, “Mhmm. ‘M really–fuck–so close Joongie.”
“Ok, baby,” he grunted, feeling his own orgasm coming, “Hold on for me, alright?”
He kept thrusting into you, his pace faster than anything you could ever do on your own. You could barely think, and no words came out of your mouth. Just incoherent babblings. 
“Shit, come on, baby. Come for me,” he groaned in your ear, “Come for me.”
When your pussy clenched around him, he lost it. You came at the same time, your legs shaking viciously as he came inside you. You tried to pull yourself forward, off his dick, but he grabbed you hips, “Can you keep it inside you?” You looked back over your shoulder at him, “Here. Hold on.”
He readjusted the two of you so that he was on his back with you on top of him with his softening cock still very much inside you. 
You rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow. His hands played with your hair, watching your face intently as you came down from you high. 
You looked up at him, still in a bit of a daze, “Do you wanna get dinner?”
He smiled down at you, “Sure, but let’s stay like this for a bit.
“Mkay,” you nodded against his chest. Letting him massage your shoulders and play with your hair, just as you had done for him.
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seonghwaddict · 10 months ago
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ateez and their top 3 kinks — masterlist
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genre. hc, smut...? rating. mature. warnings. sexual content mdni, yn wears a dress in one part, kinks and stuff, marking, rough-ish, mentions of toys, somnophilia, size kinks, praise, degradation, bdsm themes, public/semi-public sex, breath play, it’s like a lot of kinks. wc. 1.1k.
[ lilo’s notes . . . ] uh yeah i wrote this at 2 in the morning i have no fucking idea why i decided to do this but anyways- enjoy :3
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hongjoong
marking. he’d mark you and fucking love to have you mark him… he’s literally so possessive and would never pass the opportunity to physically show people you’re his and he’s yours. hickeys literally everywhere and so many of them you’ll have a hard time covering them up—neck, chest, thighs, back, anywhere.
orgasm control. he’s a natural leader, what he says goes. so, of course, he’d want to be the one to control when you finish. which leads me to my next point.
overstimulation. he personally doesn’t like to be overstimulated but god does he love doing it to you. he loves the whines and twitches as he continue pressing a vibrator against your clit because, let’s be fr, he’d definitely be using plenty of toys (as well as himself).
seonghwa
shibari. i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again and again and again. this man loves nothing more than to tie you up in the most intricate and borderline artistic ways for his own (and your) pleasure.
sensory deprivation. he absolutely loves the trust and vulnerability that comes with this. specifically, he likes to blindfold you and run his hands all over you as lightly as he can, barely brushing over all the spots he knows make you feel good, soft plushy lips ghosting over your skin. and no matter how light it is, you’ll always feel everything ten times more intensely, having nothing else to focus on but his voice and his touch. also, ice cubes.
praise. this is something he’ll incorporate into your everyday lives outside of bedroom a activities. he’ll make sure to tell you you’re doing well while your working on something. gentle head pats and approving nods.
yunho
size kink. this is so obvious but like literally look at him, he makes everyone seem so tiny compared to him. he likes to stare as he pushes his huge dick into you, jaw practically dropping as his huge hands pin your hips to the mattress. speaking of hands…
fingers in mouth…(?) i have no idea if this is an actual kink, but i just know this is so yunho. he’s the type of guy to have you suck your own release off him after he fingers you, getting off on the way your lips wrap around his digits. he would definitely have two fingers or his thumb stuffed in your mouth as he fucks you.
breath play. is it obvious i really like his hands? anyways, i will not be elaborating on this for the sake of my sanity.
yeosang
body worship. is this a seonghwaddict post without body worship being involved in some way? that’s right, no. he’s more into giving the body worship, but when he’s receiving it he becomes the ultimate softie (in my head, he’d be leaning towards being a hard dom tho)
edging. oh he would absolutely love your subtle frustrated huffs every time he stops whatever he’s doing, thinking you look so so cute when you’re desperate and practically begging. and then he’d finally let you finish, giving you the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced.
wax play. usually yeosang is a pretty calm guy outside of the bedroom and he likes to maintain that when it comes to foreplay, building up the anticipation. he specifically likes those candles that melt the wax into massage oil.
san
bondage. i think shibari would also be suitable for san, but he would do it with the usual ropes unlikes seonghwa. additionally, san is totally into marking. bondage/shibari would include exactly that—bruises and rope burns.
locations. ok so i didn’t exactly know what to call this, but he would not give a single shit about where and when he fucks you. backstage during an intermission? you’ll be dragged into a dressing room so he can give you some quick head before going back on stage, someone pounding on the door but he ignores them. at a dinner with some friends, you looking as ravishing as ever? he’ll either discreetly slip his hands up the skirt of your dress to finger you, drag you to a bathroom when no one’s looking, or drag you into the backseat of his car and rip that dress of you. this man has no patience and would rather not wait until you’re in the private confines of your home.
manhandling. he has all those muscles for a reason.
mingi
size kink. the twin towers have very obvious size kinks. like, how could they not? they’re fucking huge.
praise. giving and receiving. mingi likes being told how well he’s doing as much as he likes to be the one telling his partner. he needs the reassurance to make sure what he’s doing feels good for you, he’d hate to hurt you.
somnophilia. ok idk if this counts as it, but he thinks it’s so cute when he fucks you to sleep. his touches and his words and the way he fills you up so gentle soothing it’s like you’re being lulled to sleep. like he’s literally such a softie, okay? he knows his dick game’s good.
wooyoung
humiliation/degradation. giving and receiving. come on guys he basically admitted this already. he would be such a menace in bed, he would coo at you and mock you as he fucks you stupid.
biting. is this even a surprise? he loves to sink his teeth into you as a form of affection, listening to your whimpers and feeling you writhe beneath him as he… multitasks.
dry humping. he doesn’t care that it makes him seem like an inexperienced high schooler making out with his partner. he loves the friction he gets when he slowly grinds against you through your layers of clothing (and he knows you love it too). idk and like he would get desperate at some point, almost there but not quite there yet because it’s not quite enough, and yeah i just like the idea of that.
jongho
sir. he would love to be called sir. or daddy, but i think sir is just so jdjsjhcjsnc like i’m literally pacing in my room as i write this. JUST IMAGINE IT FOR A SECOND PLEASEEE- “please” “please what” “please, sir” “good. very good, darling” AHHHHHHHH
location. couldn’t care less about where he fucks you pt 2. kitchen counter, living room couch, dressing room in a clothing store, in the shower, bathroom stall, up against a wall, the list could literally go on forever.
eye contact. whether it’s forced or not, he thinks eye contact is one of the hottest things. he likes missionary for that exact reason—so he can look you in the eyes, look at you in your fucked out state, as he makes you feel things you know no one else can make you feel.
ot8 (aka things i wanted to give to all of them, with no explanation)
thigh riding.
i want them so bad.
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luvh4nji · 1 year ago
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𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 + 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
warning: general drunkenness, reader is shorter than yeosang and yunho, use of "y/n" if y'all don't like that
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seonghwa ; he seems like a quiet drunk. he's the type to space out, staring at nothing in particular while he thinks. and he gets so happy when you notice how quiet he's gotten and come over to sit with him, nearly purring when you run a hand through his hair and ask him what he's thinking about.
"just you." he replies, watching you with an almost reverent gaze. "well, a lot of things, really, but mostly you." he continues, a light blush coating his features. and he doesn't really have the energy to talk, so he just asks how your night's going, listening to ramble with an impossibly soft look on his face.
hongjoong ; he seems like the type to be an emotional drunk. he just starts thinking a lot when he gets some drink in him; thinking about ateez, about how much he's been through and how hard he's worked to get where he is. and about you. how you've been with him through everything, been his rock through all the tough times he's had over the years.
"you're just so... good." he mumbles, his hands cupping your cheeks, keeping you still and close to him so he can really look at you, as if he's trying to relay all his feelings for you through his gaze. "i couldn't have done it without you, baby. i hope you know that."
yunho ; he seems like a flirty drunk. he's the type to tower over you with his tall frame, letting his broad shoulders box you into the couch of your apartment. he wants to make you flush, to be the reason you're flustered. honestly, you'd have to physically push him away before he runs out of energy and passes out.
"you're so pretty, honey." he mumbles, almost reverently, if it wasn't for the grease that colored his tone. "can't believe i got so lucky, havin' someone like you." and all you can really do is listen to his flirting devolve into affectionate rambles about how much he loves you.
yeosang ; he's a giggly drunk. everything just becomes so funny to him when he gets some drink in him. and he's not necessarily loud either, he just giggles, holding his hand in front of his mouth, eyes pressed up into crescents from how hard he's smiling.
"you're just so cute," he tells you between little laughs, looking down at you from where you stood in front of him, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, trying to convince him to go home. "how am i supposed to t-take you seriously, babe?" but he just lets you drag him along, giggling through his hand the whole time, his cheeks red and achy from how much he'd been smiling.
san ; he seems like the type to get clingy. he'd hold you in his arms, tight enough so you can't move anywhere without him tagging along with you. and when you try to shake him off, try to pry yourself away from him, telling him you need to go to the bathroom, he starts complaining and holding onto you tighter.
"i don't care that you have to go the bathroom, y/nnie." he whines, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and pressing sloppy kisses along the skin. "i can just go with you, baby, no problem. i don't understand why you wanna get away from me so bad." and he looks up at you, pouting and giving you a pleading look until you decide he's had enough and it's time to go home.
mingi ; clumsy! he's already an extremely clumsy man, but it gets so much worse when he's drunk. his head's swimming and his legs are shaking as he tries to walk around your apartment, stumbling every few steps until you decide to step in and wrap an arm around him, helping him keep himself up. and he's not completely aware of his situation and a little delusional generally, so he thinks you're just trying to flirt with him.
"woah, y/n," he starts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so he doesn't fall. he'd look at you with shining eyes and a bright smile. "i didn't know you could be so... so bold. if... if you wanted... to hold me you could've... just said." he tells you through slurred sentences, laughing at his own joke.
wooyoung ; you already know he's the loudest, most extraverted drunk there is. he's walking around, making friends with everyone in his line of sight, giving out his entire life story in an entirely too loud voice. however, you are a part of that life story. all he can do is brag about how pretty his baby is, how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. especially when you walk over, wrapping an arm around his waist as he wraps his own around your shoulders, trying to keep him steady.
"h-hey, here they are. this is—this is my y/n." he'd tell whoever was present, pointing at you with a shaky hand and turning his gaze over at you with a lovestruck look in his eyes. "they... they're the best, let me tell you. no one can compare to my baby." he rambles between heavy sighs and hiccups to anyone who'll listen until you decide to take him home.
jongho ; he's definitely not a lightweight. it would take a lot of drinking to get him drunk and, even then, he doesn't let himself get to the point where he thinks it's irresponsible. he likes to be aware of and in charge of what's going on around him, but you can still tell when he's feeling a little more tipsy than usual by the way he laughs at everything, cute little giggles that ring in the air and make your heart flutter in your chest.
"c'mon, babe, you don't need to be drinking that much." he'd coo, taking the shot glass from your hand and setting it just out of reach, laughing when you lean over and press yourself into his side, half-heartedly telling him how mean he is. "i know, honey, i know. i'm the meanest guy around." he giggles, head only swimming a little bit as he leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.
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icarusignite · 7 months ago
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the ships have come to carry you home (Kim Hongjoong)
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Pairing: Captain Hongjoong x Runaway Princess Reader Summary: Desperate to escape a horrifying marriage to the man who murdered your family and stole your father's crown, you escape your opulent life, only to realize that your longing for freedom has landed you in the clutches of ruthless pirates who are willing to trade your life for one of their own. Determined to prove your worth, you must persuade the enigmatic captain that you are indeed worth keeping after all.
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Genre/warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, captain is kind of a jerk in the beginning
PIRATE! ATEEZ MASTERLIST
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The damp, dark underbelly of the ship seemed to swallow you whole as you pressed yourself into the corner, drawing your knees up to your chest in a desperate attempt to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible. Above you, the reverberating boom of an explosion echoed through the wooden planks, sending shivers down your spine.
Your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum as you prayed fervently that whoever was raiding the ship above had no interest in you, that they would simply pass by without a second glance. But fate seemed determined to thwart your hopes as heavy footsteps clambered down the rickety wooden steps, each one resonating ominously in the darkness.
You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to disappear into the shadows as the sound drew nearer. When the figure finally emerged into the dim light, you felt your stomach lurch in dread. He was a muscular man with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of life.
"Found her, Captain!" the man called out to someone above deck and your blood ran cold. 
Panic surged through your veins, but you remained frozen in place, hoping against hope that somehow, by some miracle, you might escape notice.
But the man's sharp gaze landed on you immediately, you knew your hopes were in vain. He approached with purposeful strides, his every movement calculated and precise. When he reached your hiding spot, he crouched down beside you, his expression almost apologetic. 
"Come on, then,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the urgency in his tone. "There’s no use hiding. You'll only make things harder for yourself."
You shook your head frantically, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You knew you had to fight, to resist with every ounce of strength you possessed, so when the man reached out to grab your shoulder, you recoiled instinctively, fear overwhelming your senses.
He sighed heavily, a sound laden with weariness and regret. "I'm sorry, truly I am," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the din of the ship. "But orders are orders.”
With that, he seized your arms firmly, his grip still gentle despite the urgency of his actions. You struggled against him, your muscles tensing with the effort, but it was futile. The man's strength far surpassed your own, and with a determined grunt, he began to drag you towards the stairs leading back up to the surface. You kicked and screamed with all your might, and in a desperate attempt to break free, you lashed out, your elbow connecting with the man's nose with a sickening crunch.
A string of curses erupted from his lips as he stumbled back, clutching his bleeding nose. "Careful, Captain," he growled, glaring at you with annoyance. "She's a feisty one."
“Thank you, San,” the captain presumably, responded with a sigh as you were unceremoniously dumped at his feet. 
He stood before you, a tired expression etched features, shadows lurking beneath his weary eyes. He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, muttering something under his breath as he regarded you with a mixture of exasperation and resignation.
"You're more trouble than you're worth.”
“That’s right,” you nodded frantically. “I’m nobody. I’m irrelevant, and of no use to you, so please…please let me go.”
The captain scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You? Unimportant?" he retorted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sorry, Princess, but I find that hard to believe. You are our most important cargo, and we've been tasked with returning you home."
Home.
That wasn’t even the word you’d call it anymore. Bile rose in your throat once again. You couldn’t return, especially not after what had happened to your family. Not after what they would do to you. 
You had hoped against hope that you could somehow escape that nightmare, that you could slip through the cracks unnoticed and reclaim your freedom, but now, faced with the harsh reality of your situation, you wondered if your fate was sealed.
"Please don't make me go back,” you tried again. “I was going to leave. I promise I'd be no trouble at all. I was going to go away and never come back."
The captain's expression hardened at your words, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. He knelt before you, his grip firm as he grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Are you really that hopelessly naive to think that these people would have simply dropped you off at the next harbour?" he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.
Your heart sank as you glanced around at the crew of the ship, your stomach churning with dread. They had been subdued and tied up by this new captain’s crew, their faces grim and resigned to their fate. 
"No, they were going to sell you out just the same," the captain continued, his voice low and menacing. "At least this way, you’ll be helping to save someone’s life.”
He seemed to seethe with anger, his fist clenched at his side as he struggled to contain his emotions. But then, a hand rested gently on his shoulder, and he glanced up to see another man standing beside him, his expression calm and reassuring.
"Ease up, Hongjoong," the man said softly, “you’re scaring her.”
“I don’t care, Seonghwa. Can you imagine how Jongho must be feeling right now? And to think we’ve sailed halfway across the continent for this pathetic creature, in exchange for his life. It’s ridiculous!”
“I know you’re worried about him…we all are, but this is no way to act.”
Hongjoong sighed, his bruising grip on your jaw easing before letting go completely as if deciding that you simply weren’t worth his energy. He felt the smallest stab of guilt at his behaviour, particularly when he caught the flash of hurt that crossed your wide eyes. It wasn’t your fault that the new king had decided to capture their youngest crew member, holding him ransom until you were returned to your kingdom. By the looks of it, you didn’t seem too fond of the new sovereign either, but he did wonder what it was that you were so desperate to escape from back home. 
He jerked his head to the rest of his crew, “Take what you can of value, and prepare to return to our ship.”
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Back on the captain's ship, the crew was abuzz with activity as they prepared to set sail. Your captor, San, seemed distracted as well, and you took this moment of distraction to break free from his hold again and do the only thing you can think of, throwing yourself overboard.
Just as you can though, strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. You gasp in shock, the world spinning around you as you find yourself ensnared in another's grasp.
"By God, are you insane?" a voice exclaims, the words ringing in your ears. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
It's Hongjoong, his voice filled with disbelief and concern. You thrash against him, your body writhing with the desperate need to break free, but he holds you tight against him, his arms like steel bands around your trembling form. Upon further struggle, he bends to place his arms beneath your knees and sweeps you clean off your feet, and despite your protests, he carries you effortlessly, his stride purposeful and determined.
If you weren’t quite so hysterical, you might have been comforted by the warmth of his frame against your frigid one, but there is no comfort to be found. When he finally places you on your feet again, you are in what you assume to be his personal quarters. 
“Do not even think of doing what you just did again!” he snarls. “You are of no worth if you’re dead.”
“I shall do just as I please,” you return with just as heatedly. 
“If you’re going to cause trouble, I’ll put you in the brig. See how long your act lasts in the company of the rats.”
With that, he stormed out, slamming the door to his chambers behind him, and even as you rushed toward it, you heard the resounding click of a lock being turned, effectively making you his prisoner. 
You spent the next few hours pacing the room, rummaging through his belongings in an attempt to find something, anything, that might aid in your escape. There was a large table strewn about with maps, and he owned an absurd amount of books, which was a little surprising as you didn't think pirates read. Still, when you realized your search was futile, you slumped to the floor in the corner, picking up one of the books to thumb through. 
Eventually, a soft knock on the door came, followed by a familiar click as it opened slowly with a creak. It was San, his frame filling the doorway for a few moments as he hesitated at the threshold. He held a tray of food in his hands, and behind him, darkness swallowed the rest of the ship, by which you assumed night had fallen. 
“Captain says you have to eat,” San mutters, setting the tray down in front of you, but you turn up your head. 
Almost as if he was inside your head, Hongjoong’s voice echoed from outside.
“Tell the snobbish princess that if she doesn’t fancy starving, she had better eat what she’s given.”
Your lip curled in disgust, and you turned away from the tray with an even more aggressive shake of your head. San sighed softly, before settling himself on the captain’s bed to simply watch you. You noticed that he had cleaned up his nose and you felt a stab of guilt. After all, he was simply following orders too, and you had decided that if anyone was to be the target of all your ire and hatred, it would be Hongjoong. 
“I…” you began hesitantly. “I’m sorry about your nose. I didn’t mean to…”
San chuckled, “Yes you did.”
“I…I mean I did but I didn’t—”
“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “Hazards of the job, I suppose.”
“Still. I am sorry.”
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When Hongjoong finally returned to his chambers, his weariness was palpable, etched into the lines of his face and the slump of his shoulders. But as his eyes fell upon you, curled up in the corner of his room, a pang of guilt tugged at his heart. You were a sorry sight, alone and vulnerable in the darkness, and he knew he could not put you in the brig. A person of your station must have always enjoyed the finest things in life, so being here must be quite an adjustment, and despite his earlier animosity, he did not wish to cause you greater discomfort. 
He approached you slowly, his footsteps echoing softly against the wooden floorboards. The sight of the untouched food on the table made him sigh in resignation. With a weary yawn, he ran a hand through his tousled hair, his exhaustion evident in every movement.
"Hey," he said gently. "You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor or something."
You shook your head stubbornly, your lips pressed into a thin line of defiance, but Hongjoong could see your weariness and it mirrored his own. He sighed, realizing that arguing with you would be futile.
"It'll be uncomfortable for you on the floor," he tried again.
Still, you remained silent, your gaze fixed on some distant point in the darkness. Hongjoong rolled his eyes in exasperation. 
"Suit yourself.”
As he began to undress and prepare for bed, peeling off his shirt with practiced ease, you couldn't help but let out a squeak of surprise, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You turned your head away so fast it was almost comical, your heart racing in your chest.
Hongjoong chuckled at your reaction. "Relax," he said with a teasing grin. "It's not like you haven't seen a shirtless man before."
You hadn’t, and it made your face redden even more. You huffed indignantly, refusing to meet his gaze. When he realized, he cleared his throat awkwardly, hurrying to put on something, internally berating himself for such a comment. You were a princess, brought up in refinery, so he should refrain from making such crass comments around you. 
When he settled down for the night, you remained in your place on the floor, eyes wide open in an attempt to evade sleep. However, unfortunately for you, it proved a fruitless endeavour, and eventually, the subtle shifting of the ship on the calm ocean waves lulled you into a restless slumber. 
You dreamt of fire and bloodshed, and the violence that seemed to haunt your every waking moment, following you even to the realm of Morpheus. You had to watch your family be slaughtered in front of you all over again, their blood seeping into the cracks of the pristine marble of your castle’s floors. The new self-proclaimed king, the usurper, grinned manically while the gore dried in the creases of his palms, his sword held aloft as he prepared to deal the final blow. You wished he would kill you, end your suffering once and for all and send you to be with the rest of your family, but he had much crueller plans for you. 
Hongjoong’s sleep was just as fitful as yours as he tossed and turned, and it was only made worse when he heard the quiet sounds of your sniffles. It made him bolt upright, gaze falling to your frame, curled up in a fetal position in the dark. Cautiously he approached you, only to see that your eyes were still screwed shut tightly, but a steady stream of tears flowed from behind your eyelids, and a pained whimper escaped your lips every now and then. 
The captain shook your shoulder gently in an attempt to wake you, but whatever dream you found yourself trapped in seemed to have its claws embedded too deeply and you only flinched at his touch. He sighed, mumbling a brief apology before lifting you from the floor. 
Almost instinctively, you curled into him, tucking your face into his chest, still in the throes of sleep, and Hongjoong froze. With a great sigh, he placed you on his bed, smoothing back the matted tangles of your hair away from your face. Your features were troubled, and he pressed his index finger against the wrinkle between your brows, easing your frown a little. It seemed to help a little, at least to the extent of halting your tears, but your face retained its characteristic pinched expression. 
Hongjoong watched you with fascination. He would not be cruel, he reminded himself. He would be kind to you and hope that wherever Jongho was, he was being treated with kindness in return. He doubted the new king’s ability to be kind, but there was little else he could do besides hope for the best. He was no stranger to the new king’s capability for cruelty, so it made him wonder just what had driven you from home, so desperate not to return. 
The next morning, you woke up with damp cheeks, and a throbbing headache, but much to your surprise, you had been covered by a threadbare blanket, and you were no longer on the cold, damp wooden floorboards. A tray of breakfast had been left out for you, but despite your rumbling stomach, you pointedly ignored it. 
That is how you spent the next few days. Hongjoong no longer returned at night, leaving you the sole occupant of his room, and when eventually your curiosity got the better of you, you decided to settle down with some of his books, biding your time. 
The opportunity presented itself one night when San arrived to bring you your evening meal, and when he left, you noticed that there was no telltale sound of the lock clicking. You crept up to the door and it swung open without much protest. 
The ship was bathed in darkness, and you could hear the distant sounds of the crew members, but they were muffled. Slowly you inched up the steps to the main deck, arms outstretched as you felt your way, holding your breath in anticipation. You hoped that everyone would be too busy with their own endeavours to pay you any mind. 
The surface was bathed in silver moonlight and it was almost ethereal, the way it reflected off the softly lapping waves. The sea was calm, but as you made your way to the edge, you were almost taken aback by its vastness. The murky depths stretched out as far as the eye could see, almost too infinite to fathom, and with a grim sort of resignation you realized that there was nowhere for you to go. No escaping your fate. 
You slumped against the wooden railing, almost listless, as you turned your attention to the stars above, charting the constellations that you could make out in the clear night sky as your father had taught you. You missed him terribly, and the prospect of having to marry the man who killed him made you want to pitch yourself overboard. 
Still, you had some sense of self-preservation because you remained with your feet firmly planted on the wooden deck. There were other ways, perhaps, for you to prove that you were worth more, that you could be of use to these pirates who were determined to return you to a monster. 
“Good to see you aren’t as determined to escape us,” came a voice, startling you. 
You felt a frown pull at your lips when you saw Captain Hongjoong standing right behind you, arms crossed over his chest, a satisfied smirk on his face. 
“What do you want?” you muttered sullenly. 
“Just testing out a theory.”
“I’m not your guinea pig!”
“No, you’re not, but you’re also not as determined to die as I had previously thought.”
“No one really wants to die,” you pointed out somberly. “It is our circumstances that drive the urge.”
Hongjoong hummed thoughtfully, coming over to lean against the railing beside you, and that is how you remained for several long moments, each one of you lost in thought. It was a comfortable sort of silence, one you didn't think was possible between the two of you, but you supposed he wasn’t entirely unpleasant to be around, provided he kept his mouth shut. 
“I am sorry, you know,” he spoke first. “I may have been…”
“I believe asshole is the word you’re looking for?”
“...excessively harsh,” Hongjoong finished sheepishly, still staring straight ahead. “Nonetheless, I apologize. I should have minded my manners, and that was no way to treat a princess.”
“That was no way to treat a person,” you corrected immediately. 
“Yes, you’re right. I was terrible. I’m truly sorry.”
You watched him from the corner of your eye, not missing the way the moonlight highlighted his sharp profile. You found it difficult to resist his apology, particularly due to the sincerity that was so evident in his tone, but you didn’t say anything in return. Perhaps, you’d let him ramble on, giving you the opportunity to figure him out, and see if there was any way to convince him not to take you back. 
“It’s not about the money, you know,” the captain continued, running a hand through his hair, dishevelling it even further, and you resisted the urge to brush a wayward lock away from his face. “It’s been a terribly worrisome few weeks…and it’s all my fault. I should have been more cautious, less naive. Jongho was taken because of me. He’s imprisoned, out there all alone because of me. Who knows what they’re doing to him, and there is nothing at all that I can do.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, although you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Somehow it felt like it was your fault. 
“It’s not your fault,” Hongjoong suddenly turned to you, his eyes heartbreakingly earnest, and you swore you could see the glint of tears in the moonlight before he blinked them away. “But, you understand why we have to take you back now, don’t you?”
You were taken aback by the intensity of his words, the desperation of a madman almost. 
“I’m not sure I—”
“The king…he said he’d return Jongho to us, if we found you and returned you to your kingdom. It’s the only way we’ll get him back. 
“The new king is a cruel man,” you spat bitterly. “There is no telling he’ll keep his word.”
“But I have to try,” Hongjoong continued desperately. “I owe it to Jongho to try. His life is worth at least that much.”
And what of my life? What is my life worth? 
You closed your eyes, trying to block out his words, guilt and bitterness warring inside of you. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. You didn’t ask to be a pawn in this terrible game of chess. You didn’t ask to be born into such a family. You just wanted to be happy, to be free. Were your dreams worth so little, were you that insignificant to the fates?
Hongjoong pulled away, composing himself and clearing his throat, “It seems I have upset you again. I am sorry.”
“Another apology?” you scoffed. 
“It seems I have many things to apologize for,” he laughed self-depreciatingly. “I am a man of many flaws, and these days there is little I can do right.”
“It wasn’t your fault either,” you blurted, feeling the sudden urge to comfort him. It was strange, you should have despised him, but you felt that you understood him in some way. And besides, it had always been in your nature to be the peacemaker, to always out the feelings of others before your own. 
“Of course it was. I was there. I watched them take him away and could do nothing about it.”
“The…your crew member’s captor. He is a cruel man. I am certain there was nothing you could have done to save him.”
It was Hongjoong who watched you carefully now, “Is that why you do not wish to return?”
You found yourself unable to answer him. There were no words to describe it. No way to speak the terrible things you had witnessed out loud, and if you did, you would only cause the captain further worry, as his crew member was still in the king’s possession. 
“You do not have to tell me, of course,” he amended quickly, finally stepping back to take his leave. “I shall let you get your rest, princess. I do hope you’re finding my bed to be far more comfortable than the floor.”
And then with a polite bow that seemed much too formal on one such as him, he was gone, leaving you to contemplate your pitiful existence. Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong felt your burdens deeply as well. His brief conversation with you made him feel even more guilty, but there was nothing to be done. He had a duty to his crew, to protect them and do whatever it took to ensure their life and safety. His crew had to come before some foreign princess. Jongho had to come before you. There was nothing else to do about it. 
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The next morning you were pleasantly surprised to see that the door to Hongjoong’s chambers had been left unlocked again, and when you made your way to the deck early in the morning, no one stopped you. A few of the crew members nodded politely at you as you wandered the ship, and San even granted you a smile. Hongjoong, as usual, was nowhere to be seen, and briefly, you did wonder where he had managed to hole up when you had taken over his quarters. 
Over the next few days, you put your only plan into motion. You learned the names of every member of the crew, attentive in your endeavours. After your conversation with the captain, you realized that he wasn’t entirely cruel and that perhaps there was still hope. If you proved yourself to be a useful enough member of the crew, perhaps he’d let you stay. They were pirates after all, and surely, if they liked you enough, they’d manage to come up with a way to keep you as well as rescue their youngest crew member from the cruel king’s clutches. 
You helped Wooyoung in the galley, and Mingi with polishing the canons. You even offered to mop the decks; anything at all to remain useful. You had been schooled in the arts of diplomacy as a princess, but you found that you did not have to make a great effort to pretend to be interested in their tasks. You genuinely enjoyed hearing their stories as they amicably conversed, and watching them during the night, when despite the subdued air about them due to their missing member, there was a sense of camaraderie to them that you desperately yearned for. The way each of them cared and valued one another was truly astonishing, particularly to someone like you who had never before seen such friendships. 
Hongjoong’s relationship with them in particular awed you. You imagined a captain to be harsh and commanding with his crew, but Hongjoong was anything but. They obeyed him because they genuinely respected him, and valued what he had to say, and in return, he treated every single member aboard the ship with that same courtesy, everyone including you. Sometimes he’d flash you one of his charming smiles, as he’d go about his day, and you found yourself wishing to stay even more desperately. It felt almost pathetic, caring this much about a group of people who surely did not care for you. 
However, what you didn’t realize is that your desperate efforts had indeed endeared you to the crew, the captain most of all, and when the day arrived for the ship to dock at the harbour, the sky seemed overcast in shadow. 
It could be put off no longer. You had to be returned, and they would be reunited with their brother. You supposed you could beg, plead for them to let you stay, but if you were to bear what was to come, and their inevitable denial, you needed to hold on to whatever shred of dignity you had remaining. You would not cry, you would not say a word. With grace, you bid your goodbyes and hoped that you weren’t imagining it when the crew seemed almost sad to let you go. 
Perhaps they might remember you as they set sail on their next adventure. Perhaps your memory would receive the freedom your physical form could not. 
It was Hongjoong who led you to your castle, its towering spires no longer comforting. You held your head high, as the guards led you to the throne room where the usurper sat upon your father’s throne, wearing your father’s crown. To the side stood another three guards who held down a chained young man between them, beaten and bruised. Hongjoong’s fists clenched at the sight of him, so you imagined that this must be the infamous Jongho. 
“You have returned,” the king drawled, slowly descending the dais. “I did not think a pirate capable of it.”
“I am a man of my word,” Hongjoong stated through gritted teeth. 
“As am I,” the king gestured toward his guards who promptly let go of Jongho’s chains. “You may take your scoundrel and be gone.”
Before the king could reach you, and before Hongjoong could move toward Jongho, your hand shot out to grab his wrist. It was an unconscious movement, your body moving against your will. You had promised yourself to show dignity, you had promised that you would not beg, but you could not deny yourself this small act at least. 
Hongjoong looked at you in surprise, his heart hiccupping in his chest when he saw the tears pooling in your eyes. 
“Please,” you mumbled, fingers squeezing around his. “Please, don’t leave me.”
“I’m sorry.”
With great difficulty, he wrenched your hand away from his, lowering his gaze so that he did not have to watch as your expression plummeted at the act. He took measured steps toward Jongho, kneeling to help his crewmate stand, providing much-needed support to the injured man. 
You, on the other hand, swallowed bile as the king approached you slowly. When he was before you, he trailed a single finger down your cheek and you flinched, feeling sick. 
“I did miss you, you know,” he lamented. “You had to know, I’d do anything to have you back.”
Then he struck you. 
The blow was sharp, sending you sprawling to the floor with the force of it, but you pressed your lips together defiantly. You would not cry out. He would not get the satisfaction of watching you come undone. 
“Did you really think you could run away?” he snarled, grabbing you by the shoulder to haul you up. “There is nowhere that you could go to escape me. I would drag you back from the underworld if I had to, and if you are to meet death, it would only be by my hand.”
“You cannot command death,” you spat, despite the blood dripping from your lip. “Not even you are that powerful.”
“I commanded it just fine when I ended your family, and I can do the same to you if you do not silence yourself. We are to be married tomorrow, so I suggest you make your peace with it. There is nowhere to run anymore.”
Before you closed your eyes, your melancholy eyes met Hongjoong’s one last time as he strode out of the throne room, Jongho in tow. Despite everything, you could not bring yourself to hate him, and you hoped that perhaps he did not despise you that much after all. 
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It was well past midnight when you heard the knock on your door. You had been moved to one of the towers, a prisoner within the stone walls until your impending nuptials, so you most certainly were not expecting visitors. It could only be one person and your blood ran cold. Having to marry him tomorrow was one thing, but if you had to see him tonight, you would fling yourself out of the balcony that very instant. 
The knock came again, urgent and sharp. 
“Go away,” you whispered. “Please, please, please, go away. I’ll marry you, so please, just go away.”
Another knock and rage bubbled in your chest. How dare he impose himself on you like this. How dare he take and take from you until you had nothing more left to give. No, you would not stand for it, but before you could make a move, the door wrenched open and there stood the last person you expected to see again. 
“Hongjoong?”
The captain was out of breath, and there was a nasty cut on his forehead that bled into his eyes, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. He did not let you utter a word before grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the isolated hallway. A quick glance backward revealed the incapacitated guards that lay slumped at the threshold of your door and your brow furrowed in confusion. 
“Hongjoong, what are you—”
“I couldn’t leave you!” he blurted, still dragging you along, pausing every now and then to duck into a different alcove, or through some hidden passageway. “I couldn't bear to leave you behind.”
And it was true. The sight of you, teary eyes pleading with him as he walked away was the final straw. He would not have been able to live with himself if he had left you to the vile creature you were to marry, especially after seeing how he treated you. 
The two of you emerged into the dark night panting, the cool air soothing against the sting of tears in your eyes. 
“You came back for me?” you could hardly speak the words, lest they turned out not to be true.
“Of course, I came back for you. I had to!”
“But—”
“We still have to hurry. They might not have noticed you are missing just yet, but they soon will, and when they do, we need to have set sail far away from here.”
Only when you had reached the docks did he let you pause, ducking into an abandoned alleyway to catch your breath. 
“But, the others…”
Hongjoong laughed, “In case you hadn’t noticed, they adore you. They may even like you more than me if I’m being entirely honest. No doubt, they’d have threatened mutiny if I did not bring you back.”
Your shoulders slumped, “So…you came back because of them?”
It was pathetic. You should have been grateful regardless, but you couldn’t help the stab of disappointment you felt. 
“No!” the captain frantically shook his head, taking your face in his hands ever so gently. “I came back because of you…because of me…because I could not bear not having you around. I came back because I had to.”
“Oh.”
“And I am sorry I have been such a fool. I should have done something different, planned it so that you did not have to spend even a moment with that wretch of a man who does not deserve one such as you.”
He brushed away your tears, his thumb pausing at your split lip. 
“I’m alright,” you tried to put on a brave smile, but it came out more of a grimace, and he chuckled. 
“No, you are not. And you do not have to pretend to be. Not here, not with me, not ever again.”
And then he was kissing you. It was just a mere brush of his lips against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you further, but he tasted of freedom and possibility and something so distinctly right with the world, that it stole the very breath from your lungs. 
It was over all too soon, and then he was pulling you forward again, eager to return to his crew and to the net adventure that now awaited the both of you. 
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