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lina-linny · 6 months

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summary: You were pregnant a few months ago. What will your boyfriend say if you stand in front of him again with a positive pregnancy test?

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

Shivering, I sat next to the toilet as I felt the all too familiar feeling of morning sickness. What was that all about? I had just been pregnant and yet I was 5 weeks overdue. I had ignored it, blaming it on the previous pregnancy but now worries were slowly creeping up inside me. What if I was pregnant again? I groaned. I didn't really want to go through this unpleasant time again. But it didn't help. Staggering, I got up to go and get a pregnancy test.

~☆~

Positive. I clutched the edge of the sink. Silent, hot tears ran down my cheek. I was simply exhausted and tired. My hormones were going crazy, I'd just had a break down and still had to be quiet because my few-month-old daughter was asleep in the next room.

Shakily, I breathed in and out to calm myself down again. I had to talk to San. We were going to have a second child at some point anyway, so in theory it wasn't so bad. But I didn't want to go through all that shit again. Especially so close together.

I had hated pregnancy. Abysmally. I knew that many women were positively glowing during pregnancy, permanently happy and just looking forward to the birth.

I was the opposite. I was constantly in a bad mood, could hardly move with this huge belly and cried all the time. Depending on my mood, I either needed my boyfriend san's undivided attention (which he was more than happy to give me) or I pushed him completely away and isolated myself. Normally he was always offended if I didn't give him 100% of my attention. But during the pregnancy he hadn't complained once.

But I was so sorry. I knew that this time had been almost as draining for him as it had been for me. But he had never complained. He had always brought me everything I needed, even without me saying anything. He looked after me so well. I loved him and was so grateful for that. I didn't want to be a burden on him for another 9 damn months.

I was also incredibly scared about the birth. I mean hello? I had to push a human being out of my abdomen. The thought was immediately disgusting and painful, just thinking about the agony I had gone through during my last birth made me dread the next one, which obviously wasn't that far away.

I had to tell San. As quickly as possible. I had to talk to him. I just wanted to be in his arms. I quickly texted my boyfriend that me and our daughter Lia would pick him up from work later and he sent back a "Yay I've missed my two girls all day." back.

This was followed by several messages in which he asked how I was, whether I'd had enough to eat or drink. But I didn't have the strength to answer them.

I just sighed and crawled into bed to feel sorry for myself. But all in all, the prospect of a second child wasn't so bad. I'd just like to skip the pregnancy part.

~☆~

I hesitantly entered the KQ building. My daughter pressed against my chest. I sighed. Soon there wouldn't be two of us visiting San at his work. Soon there would be four of us.

Reluctantly, I knocked on the door of the training room and after a moment stepped through the door that separated me from the 8 Ateez members.

When I entered, we were greeted enthusiastically by everyone. Wooyoung came shooting towards me with a grin. He was about to open his mouth (probably to tease me) when Lia reached out from my arm in his direction. It was obvious that she wanted to go to him.

Wooyoung was her favorite uncle. That's why San and I had made him her godfather. Lia idolized Wooyoung and that didn't do his ego any good. He kept teasing us that our daughter would like him much more than us.

Sighing, I handed Lia over to Woo. I knew that she was always in good hands with him. He treated her like a little princess and even if the two of them would cause a lot of trouble in the future, Wooyoung would never let anything happen to her.

San looked at me worriedly. Of course my boyfriend knew that something was bothering me. He saw through my façade. He always did. No matter how well I hid my worries, he always saw that I wasn't well.

He came to me. His hands wrapped around my waist and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

San was always touchie. As soon as I turned up, his hands were somewhere on me. Whether he took my hand, hugged me or kissed me. But his favorite thing was to hug me. He could spend hours with me cuddled up on the couch and I loved it almost as much as he did.

"I bought you flowers sweetheart... on my lunch break. They're over by my other things." He pulled me a little tighter against him and I felt my heart soar. He was so sweet and thoughtful. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve him. I smiled and pressed a kiss to his hairline.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Can we talk for a minute?" I added and San just nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me into a small side room.

He trusted Wooyoung and the other members enough to leave Lia with them. He didn't leave his little princess unattended with most other people.

Since we had our daughter, his protective instinct had become even greater. In the past, too, he had sometimes shown flashes of jealousy towards me, but since Lia was born, this had risen to another level.

~☆~

I dropped onto the chair in the room. San looked at me worriedly. I ran a hand over my face. I was very sure that I had to look really bad and tired.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell him that I was pregnant again? How was I supposed to tell him that we had to go through all the drama again?

San gave me all the time I needed. He waited patiently and I knew he would never complain that I was taking too long or anything like that.

But I couldn't find the words. I didn't know what to say. So I pulled the positive test out of my bag. Thank goodness I had put it in my bag earlier. San looked at me in confusion until he saw what I was holding.

"Ohhh baby...." he sighed and rushed forward to wrap me in his arms. Tears streamed down my cheek.

"San, I don't want to be pregnant again. I don't want to put you through so much again. I'm so sorry I'm always so moody."

"Oh sweetheart. It's okay." He gently stroked my head. A small tear rolled down his face too. But not because he was scared, tired or stressed, but because he was happy. He was happy that his family would grow by onother member.

Since the day he met you, he knew that one day he wanted to have a family with you and now the time had come. Now you would have two children, just like you both had always dreamed of.

He didn't usually like to cry in front of others but crying in front of you was natural.

"You don't have to apologize for it. I know you're not well and I'm trying to make it as easy as possible for you. We can do this all together, ok? I promise I'll take care of you, ok baby? I'm also looking forward to our second child. I'm sure we and the members will adore it just as much as Lia."

I sobbed into his T-shirt and San pressed me against his body while he stroked my back reassuringly.

San would do anything to make my life easier and so he would do everything he could to make this pregnancy as easy as possible for me. This thought reassured me. I knew that I could rely on him.

"We can do this together..." san pressed a light kiss to the top of my head and my tears slowly dried up."

Thank you... I love you San" I clung to his muscles and San giggled.

"I love you too baby." I slowly pulled away from him, whereupon San protested and pulled me back into his arms. I laughed and he grinned too, but just kept hugging me.

We both knew it wouldn't be easy but we would make it together.

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his-angell · 5 months

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like a switch. (j.wy)

plot; (y/n) suffers from bipolar. She has been in the worst mood recently. She was angry, really angry. She snaps at her boyfriend, not realizing her mistake until he was walking away from her. paring; fem!reader x non!idol!jungwooyoung (ft. choi san) genre; angst, comfort word count; 2.5k warnings; reader has bipolar, medication mentioned, cursing, yelling, light pushing, crying, guilt, pet names, request?; no

She was losing her shit. There was so much going on in her brain that she couldn't gather herself. She had stayed home from work that day, lying to her boss and saying she was sick. She stayed in bed all day, hiding under the blankets. She could feel the anger that bubbled in her chest. She didn't want to blow up. But she swore she was one stupid noise away from completely popping off. It didn't help that her boyfriend was getting home from work soon. That just made her work herself up more when she didn't need to.

It was the beeping of the code being put in that finally pushed her over the edge. Because it wasn't just four beeps, it was four, then the rapid beeping signaling that he got the code wrong, then another four, then another signal that he put it in wrong again. She groaned loudly and shot out of bed. She threw the door open. "I've told you to slow down when putting in the code." She rolled her eyes as she walked back into the apartment.

Wooyoung blinked a few times, pursing his lips. He slowly followed her in. "Well hello to you too, jagi." He nodded a bit. He put his bag down and slipped off his shoes. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck. "I missed you so much. Why weren't you answering my texts or calls?" He rested his head on her shoulder. (y/n) was tense. She clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Don't feel good. Was sleeping all day," She wiggled out of his grasp.

Wooyoung frowned. He blinked a few times, following after her curiously. "Why don't you feel good? Are you sick?" He moved in front of her to put his hand to her forehead. She glared up at him. "Isn't that what not feeling good means?" She grumbled. She pushed his hand away. "You're home early." She pointed out as she looked at the clock on the wall. Wooyoung cooed happily. "Mhm! I missed you and we also got a lot of work done today, so we were let out early." He smiled happily. But he faltered a bit. "Are you not.. happy to see me?" He laughed nervously.

He knew she didn't feel good.. But she was normally clingy when she was sick. (y/n) turned to him. "What gave you that idea?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly. Wooyoung waved his hands quickly. "I wasn't-! I just thought- You're normally clingy when you don't feel good- So i thought like- Maybe-" He was rambling, trying to explain himself. (y/n) rolled her eyes, turned to walk away to their room. She laid back down in bed and grabbed her phone. Wooyoung stood there dumbfounded. He itched the back of his neck.

He rushed over to the room and hopped on the bed, resting his head on her stomach. "What's wrong, my jagiya? You don't seem okay.." He frowned up at her. (y/n) clenched her jaw. She took a deep breath and put her phone down. "Get off." She pushed him up and got out of bed. She was trying to get away from him. She was about to fucking lose it. She didn't wanna blow up on him.. Wooyoung blinked. He grumbled before walking after her. "Come on, jagi. You'll feel better if you-" He was cut off as she whipped around.

"Do you ever leave me alone!? Ever?" She yelled. She pushed him back a bit. "You pester me every fucking day, Wooyoung! What if I wanna be left alone, huh?!" She glared. Wooyoung stumbled back a bit. He blinked at her, frowning deeply. He picked at his fingers. "Jagi, what are you talking about?" His voice was quiet. He hated yelling. Or arguments. (y/n) scoffed loudly. "You! You're so obnoxious all the time! Do you ever leave anyone alone?!" She spat.

That struck a chord.. Wooyoung knew he could be loud and annoying. But to flat out be called as such by his girlfriend hit hard. He looked down. (y/n) scoffed loudly. "So now you're quiet? Shit." She grumbled. She walked past him. Wooyoung said nothing. He went to the door and grabbed his shoes, slipping them on. He tucked the laces into his shoes and grabbed his bag. (y/n) turned. She frowned. "Where are you going?" She balled her fists. "To Sans." Was all he said before he stood up and left.

(y/n) blinked. It wasn't till the door locked that it hit her what she had done. A lump formed in her throat, and tears welled in her eyes. She chewed at her lip, hoping to god he would come back. "Woo..?" She whispered. Her body felt like jelly. Her lip trembled. She collapsed onto the couch, curling up. Sobs wracked her body.

She felt fucking awful. She hated when she did shit like that. She tried so hard to hide it from Wooyoung. It was her worst fear to blow up on him. She didn't mean to. Fuck she hated this shit. She ended up crying herself to sleep. She was so exhausted.

...

Wooyoung got to Sans, helping himself inside his best friends apartment. San frowned, peeking his head around the corner. He smiled. "Oh, hey Woo! You alright? You didnt text me you were coming over." He walked back into the kitchen to make sure the food he was cooking didn't burn. Wooyoung stayed quiet. He just set his bag down and slipped off his shoes.

He walked over to San and leaned against his back. He felt the tears well up in his eyes. His body felt hot. He was overwhelmed.. His lovers words ran laps in his head. San frowned. "Woo?" He took his ramen off the burner and turned it off. It was finished so it was fine. He turned around and looked down at him. He gently tilted his head up. His eyes widened slightly at the tears that streamed down his face.

"She called me obnoxious, San!" Wooyoung hiccupped, looking up at him. Sans jaw dropped a small bit. "Who? (y/n)?" He blinked. Wooyoung nodded and wiped his face. But it only stayed dry for a few seconds before more tears streamed down his cheeks. He was more emotional than most.. His heart was easily poked at. San pursed his lips.

He gently hugged the male and rubbed his back. Wooyoung gripped onto him and cried into his chest. San knew how sensitive Wooyoung could be. He knew it was especially when he was called loud or annoying that it got to him bad. He didn't know (y/n) as well as Wooyoung did, but he was sure that she wouldn't say something like that on purpose. He took a deep breath, resting his head on Wooyoungs. The males tears soaked into his hoodie.

San was not nosey by any means, but he did find pills in the cabinet behind the mirror when he was looking for toothpaste at their apartment. He was staying over that night and forgot his toothpaste at home. The pills were addressed to (y/n). When he looked it up later he found out that they were bipolar pills. He wasn't gonna ask about it, cause obviously he wasn't supposed to be looking at the pills in the first place.

San sighed. He gently pulled away and rubbed Wooyoungs temple with his thumb. "Are you hungry?" He asked softly. Wooyoung slowly nodded. He whipped his face with the paws of his sleeves. "I'm sorry- I just.. It caught me so off guard I didn't-" He felt himself getting choked up again. San shook his head, waving his hand. "Woo, it's okay. I promise." He said. He patted his head. "Let's just get you fed, yeah? I'll call and talk to her?" He suggested. Wooyoung nodded and took a deep breath.

Soon Wooyoung was settled at the table with food. He scrolled through his phone as he ate. San took his phone and walked to his room and dialed (y/n)'s number. He held the phone to his ear.

(y/n) whimpered a little, twitching a bit. She squeezed her eyes open and looked at her phone. She gasped and reached for it and answered quickly. "San! Is Wooyoung there?" She asked quickly. Her voice was slightly raspy from just waking up. San hummed. "He is." He said. He took a deep breath. "Is everything okay?" He asked. (y/n) took a deep breath. "Yeah? No-? Fuck I.. I said something I didn't mean. Is he okay?" She asked. San sighed and pursed his lips. "He's pretty hurt, (y/n)." He said.

(y/n) closed her eyes. She ran a hand through her tangled hair. "I need to see him.. I need to say how sorry I am. I need to explain-" She pleaded. "I think he should stay here for tonight." San suggested. "Just to give him time to think." He said. "No. San, what if he thinks i'm serious about what I said?" (y/n) gulped. "San, i have to talk to him now before it gets into his head- please-" (y/n) was pleading. She couldn't stop the tears that streamed down her cheeks. She was so upset..

San closed his eyes. "I'll tell him that you didn't mean it, (y/n). I'll tell him to go home tomorrow. Or at least later tonight. But he needs a second to breathe, okay? You do too. Just breathe." He said. (y/n) closed her eyes and nodded softly. "Yeah- I.. Just tell him I love him. Please. Thank you for taking care of him, San." She finally gave up. She knew that even if she wanted to argue, San wouldn't send Wooyoung home. "I will. Take a breath, (y/n). It'll be okay." With that San hung up.

He walked back out to where he left Wooyoung to see him finished with his food. He was twiddling his thumbs over the keyboard. San sighed and walked over to him. He sat beside him and saw he was on his texts with (y/n). "She's not mad." He said. "She didn't mean to say what she said." He said. Wooyoung looked at him and blinked. "Wait, really?" He let out a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding. San nodded. "Really. She loves you. She wants you to go home.. But I told her you both need time." He explained. "Your choice, but it's a suggestion." He nodded.

Wooyoung bit his lip. He looked down. "I'll stay for a little longer. Just to wind down a bit more." He nodded a little. He took a deep breath. "I'll make you food. Since I uh.. Ate all your ramen." He laughed nervously. San hummed and shook his head a bit. "You don't have to," He shrugged. Wooyoung waved his hands. "I will. Then i'll leave after I do." He hummed softly. He nodded a small bit. He stood up, taking his dish into the kitchen. San sighed. He ran a hand through his hair before getting up to help Wooyoung in the kitchen.

...

After making San dinner, and sitting to talk with him while he ate, he headed home. He had time to think during his talk with San. Even on the drive home. But he was still nervous as he put in the code to the apartment. Slowly this time so as to not mess up the code.. That's what caused this whole mess in the first place, wasn't it?

He walked in, setting his bag down and slipping his shoes off, setting them on the rack. He let out a shaky breath. "(y/n)?" He called out. He heard shuffling, making him frown a bit. (y/n) had taken a shower to try and get a moment to think. She was just sitting in the water when she heard the code to the door being put in. She had turned off the water, immediately drying off and getting dressed. She had gotten dressed into one of Wooyoung's shirts and a pair of her shorts.

She nearly fell on her face as she rushed out into the living room. Her hair dripped, her hair still plenty damp. Her lip trembled. Wooyoung's eyes softened on her just a bit. But his body was still a little tense. "Jagiya.." He let out quietly. (y/n) ran to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Woo!" She cried. She gripped onto his sweater. She hiccupped as she cried into his chest. Wooyoung slowly hugged her back.

(y/n) pulled away to look up at him. Her face was puffy and red. Her eyes were glossed over with tears. "Woo, I didn't mean to yell at you like that." She said. "You're not obnoxious-! You're never annoying or loud." She added quickly. She held his face. "Please, Woo.. I.. I've been off my med for a little- And I just-" She closed her eyes tightly. "Meds? What meds?" Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows at her.

(y/n) had kept it from him. She was afraid that if she told him that he would run from her. That he would get weirded out and leave her. She loved him.. She didn't want him to leave her. "My bipolar meds.. I-I didn't wanna tell you because I was scared!" She cried softly. "I don't want you to be scared of me- Or grossed out or-" She was cut off by his finger going over her lips. "Stop it." Wooyoung said.

"First of all, i'm not mad. I'm not scared." He said. "Second of all, the fact you would even think such a thing hurts." He huffed. "I think you're so amazing and beautiful, bipolar or not." He said. "I just wish you would have told me.. So I would have been able to help you through it rather than leave you alone, you know?" He said. (y/n)'s eyes welled with more tears. "You-You're not mad?" She mumbled. "But what I said to you! How are you not-" She was cut off by his lips on hers.

She leaned into the kiss, gently wrapping her arms around his neck. She looked up at him as he pulled away. "I'm sorry, my love.." She whispered. Wooyoung shook his head softly. "Please don't be. I just wish you would have told me. But i'm glad you did, hm?" He gave a gentle smile. "And you have to get back on your meds, please. I'll help you." He said. "You can't be skipping days. I don't want to be yelled at again.." He laughed nervously.

(y/n) nodded softly. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She looked up at him. Wooyoung shook his head. "Its okay, jagiya." He whispered. He tucked some hair behind her ear. "I wanna help you get better." He said. (y/n)'s eyes welled with more tears. She nodded softly. "Thank you.. I'll let you help me.." She whispered. Wooyoung smiled and kissed her gently. "I love you, jagi." He hugged her gently. "I love you too, Woo." (y/n) hugged him back, closing her eyes. "It won't happen again, I promise." She mumbled. "Hush, jagi. It's okay. I promise you that it's okay." He kissed her head and closed his eyes.

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sanjoongie · 2 years

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Hate Sex: J.WY ~ Part Two

♡Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) ♡Genre: non-idol au, enemies to lovers au ♡Word Count: 3,406 ♡Warnings: degradation kink, booty smacking, some dom!woo, fingering (f receiving), penetration with no barrier, breath play, m and f orgasm, creampie, wooyoung is shit at aftercare but he somewhat means well ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with angst! ♡Part One from Kinktober~ Hate Sex ♡Dedication~@mejuii @downtoamagicalland part two because when the vending machine was fed :D where would i be without you two hahahah

Leave it to Seonghwa to throw a party just for the excuse for himself to dress up in BDSM harnesses and label it as a "mercenary hot" theme.

Yunho was picking you up, as per normal, but when you slipped into the passenger seat and Yunho took his car out of park, his hand slipped on your thigh and you promptly removed it. Yunho gave you a brief look, not eager to remove his eyes from the road anytime soon, but still wondering why you wouldn’t let him do this small move that previously you let him get away with.

“You’re picking up Wooyoung too, remember?” You told him pointedly, keeping your eyes on the road as well.

“And since when did his opinion matter?” Yunho couldn't help but grumble.

‘Because I don’t need to make Wooyoung any more jealous than he already is’, you thought to yourself but didn’t say that. “I just think you’re taking a lot of liberties with me, Yunnie.”

Yunho frowned, “I…what?”

You rolled your eyes, “Do you really think I’m that dense that I don’t know about your little group project? With the guys? Come on Yunho, the hand on the leg means something.”

Yunho cleared his throat. “You know about that?”

You sighed heavily through your nose. “Yes, Yunho, I know.”

“So… does this mean I lose then?” Yunho glanced over. Leave it to an Aries to be all about winning.

“Yes, Yunho, you lose,” You couldn't help but be bland and yet laugh under your breath.

Yunho let out a sigh of relief. “You’re not angry then, I take it?”

“I’m flattered but Wooyoung isn’t a fan, hence the hand removal,” You revealed.

Yunho winced, “You know about that too?”

“Oh my god, Yunho, yes! Geez.”

"Well, don't tell him you do. That would only upset him even more," Yunho pleaded.

Then it struck you; Wooyoung hadn't told anyone about fucking you. You didn’t have long to contemplate that fact because Yunho arrived in front of Wooyoung's place. Wooyoung opened the back door and threw himself into the back. “‘Sup losers.”

Yunho chatted happily with Wooyoung, who ignored you like he typically did. It all seemed like nothing had happened between you and Wooyoung. You were even more confused.

You weren’t the only one who was confused. It had been a few weeks since Wooyoung had fucked you and he still couldn't wrap his head around what the hell had happened. He kept replaying the night over and over in his head and it made him groan in frustration. How could he hate you so damn much but you simply adored him? It made him even more angry, actually.

What didn’t help you was that when the three of you entered Seonghwa’s place, San zoomed up to you, eager to show off his outfit. The tight, cropped vest that mimicked a bulletproof vest fit him wonderfully. You squeezed his arms in appreciation and San couldn't stop beaming from ear to ear. Wooyoung’s temper went from one to ten immediately. No one commented on his cross-chest straps or turtleneck sleeveless shirt. That’s it, he had enough.

“I fucked our favourite girl already,” Wooyoung announced very loudly. Jongho choked on the food he was eating.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows puckered in confusion. “I thought you guys were having a Naruto marathon?”

Yunho looked dumb-struck. "I thought you hated her?”

“Wait, without me?” Yeosang demanded.

Mingi looked for clarification from Yeosang. “Are you asking without you for the sex or the marathon?”

Wooyoung raised his chin stubbornly, “I do.”

“Then why fuck her?” San wondered.

You felt yourself sink into the cushions of Seonghwa’s couch. This was not how this party was supposed to go AT ALL. “Uh, do we really have to talk about this right now?”

Seonghwa looked at you in sympathy, “Wait, guys--!”

“So does that mean we all lost to Wooyoung?” Jongho brought up.

“Actually…” Yeosang chuckled, “About that…”

“No!” San shouted. “Yeosang?”

“He didn’t fuck her,” Wooyoung said smugly.

"So Wooyoung did win," Mingi looked hurt, as he usually did when he lost.

You stood up abruptly. "I'm gonna go!"

"Shit," Yunho cursed as they all watched you dash towards the front door. "Wooyoung!"

Seonghwa glared under a heavy brow. "Thanks a lot for ruining my party, Wooyoung."

Except Wooyoung wasn't paying attention to anyone but you. He felt empty; wasn't revenge supposed to be satisfying? He started walking after you, shaking off Jongho and San who tried to stop him.

Wooyoung busted through the door but you had simply slid against the wall opposite of it. Your head was on your arms, braced against your knees. Were you crying?

"Are you…okay?" Wooyoung asked tentatively.

Your head snapped up and you banged it against the wall behind you. "Wooyoung?"

Wooyoung's eyes were on the ceiling, avoiding your tear-streaked face. "I mean… I don't know why. You were perfectly fine with it when we fucked."

“I really didn’t think you were going to announce it to the boys when I was fucking there, Wooyoung!” You snapped.

That put Wooyoung on the defensive immediately. “It’s not like you didn’t know all of that already!”

“I’m sorry if I didn’t take well to you reaffirming with everyone that you fucking hate me!” You said, tears welling up once again. You dashed them away angrily.

Wooyoung’s stomach dipped. You really did like him. Wooyoung pushed a hand through his hair. “Well, you knew about that already too,” but with less venom in his voice than he had before.

“Why are you out here anyways? You wanna rub it in my face that I let you fuck me even though you can’t stand me? I would have thought that you would want to brag to everyone that I’m yours now and I’m addicted to your cock and how pathetic I am letting you fuck me even though I know that.”

Well, when you put it that way, suddenly Wooyoung’s hatred of you didn’t feel all that well founded. But he didn’t like the way you were making him feel right now. How was he the bad guy here when you were the one that was ruining their friend group?

“This is stupid,” is all that Wooyoung could manage, sounding sulky even to his own damn ears. He kicked an imaginary rock.

“Yeah it is,” You said with a sigh. You stood up. “I’m leaving. Please don’t follow me. I really don’t want to be around you right now.”

Wooyoung watched you with dark eyes as you went down the hallway. He could already hear Yunho scolding him if he went back in there. And Seonghwa nagging him about his ruined party. The anger flared back in Wooyoung’s chest. No, he was not going to let you have the upper hand here.

Wooyoung walked angrily after you down the hallway, grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. “No. You go back in there and tell them that what we did was mutual! In fact, you tormented me even more so than I did to you. All your stupid heart eyes as I fucked you. Like that didn’t confuse the fuck out of me! No, you go back there and tell them that you loved me in spite of my feelings. You’re the one fucking all of this up. I was supposed to hate you!”

You stared up at Wooyoung, eyes wide. “What do you mean you were supposed to hate me?”

Wooyoung’s chest was heaving and the air passing through his throat burned but he was past the point of no return. “I don’t know anymore!” he yelled.

Now you were confused and hurt and angry. “Stop yelling at me!” You said, poking his chest angrily; the chest that you had licked and sucked and groped not only a few weeks ago.

Wooyoung frowned down at you. “Don’t touch me.”

“You put your hands on me first!” You shouted back.

“I’ll show you put my hands on you!” Wooyoung’s hands wrapped around your upper arms and pulled you adjacent to his body.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the chubby poking through his leather pants and against your hip. He was… turned on right now? The fuck? “I’ll put my hands all over you,” Wooyoung said with a quiet threat. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You whimpered. You didn’t want this. Not again. Your heart was heavy but your body was reacting just like the first time. You were turned on by the heat of his anger, just as clearly as he was. "Fuck, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung leaned closer to your face. "So fucking desperate for me, aren't you?"

"Just shut up and kiss me already!" You said with some heat.

Wooyoung smirked. "I'm not the one desperate for your lips."

You smashed your lips against this, hungry for something you had thought you would never taste again. Wooyoung turned his head so that you had easier access to his mouth, which your tongue dipped into immediately. He tasted like the Amaro he had shot earlier but you didn't care; his kisses were always going to taste bitter to you because of the way he couldn't let his ego go and stop hating you.

Now it was Wooyoung’s turn to swear. "Fuck, why do you always kiss me like you wanna dive into my mouth?" Not that he was going to admit that it made a feeling curl in his stomach, like he had taken a shot of something warm.

"Wooyoung, shut the fuck up for once!" You demanded and kissed him again, this time grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his mouth to yours once again.

By the time you were satisfied with his kisses, the two of you were panting in need, foreheads pressed together and barely letting your lips part for long. "Do I need to show you how much you're just as desperate for me?"

"Desperate my ass!" Wooyoung growled.

"Wooyoung, you were fucking pussy-drunk last time, don't even!" You huffed against his swollen lips.

Wooyoung bit down on those lips. "I did not." He wasn't going to speak on how that was the quickest he had come in a long time. He was just going to peg that on not getting off in a while.

"You are fucking ridiculous," You cursed softly under your breath.

Wooyoung took a deep breath and impulsively grabbed your hand. "We're going back to Seonghwa’s apartment."

You tugged back. "I'm not going back in there. And I'm certainly not going back in there with you."

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at you. "Yes you are. If you wanna fuck me, you will."

"Wooyoung!" You whined as Wooyoung pulled you but you didn't really put any resistance into it because you knew you had to have Wooyoung again. You had to have a piece of him that wanted you.

"Oh good you're back!" Yeosang said in relief.

"Did you two talk it out?" Yunho asked hopefully.

You walked past them all with an awkward smile. Wooyoung said nothing, simply snaking his way between everyone and down the hall.

"Where are they going?" Mingi whispered loudly.

"Oh no… Wooyoung, don't!" Seonghwa wailed.

Had Wooyoung taken others to Seonghwa’s room to fuck? you thought as you stared at his back.

Wooyoung turned around after opening the bedroom door, but his eyes dropped stubbornly from yours. "Get on the bed. I don't want to look at you anymore."

"Wooyoung…"

"On all fours!" Wooyoung barked.

Your eyes never left his face as you passed by him until you had no choice but to remove them as you crawled onto Seonghwa’s bed. You were on your hands and knees when you heard the door close and felt the bed dip behind you.

"Shoulda took you like this the first time," Wooyoung grumbled. "Just like the whore you are. Tap you from behind so I don't have to deal with your stupid feelings."

Wooyoung flipped your skirt over the small of your back and pulled your tube top down. The harness was the only thing holding your clothes on your body. You were fully exposed in any way Wooyoung wanted. He continued to mutter about how stupid this was, all the while, brushing his fingers over your ass and down the outer lips of your pussy.

You turned your head so you could cast a glance back at the red haired man that made your heart clench. "You gonna admire my amazing body all night or are you gonna fuck me, Wooyoungie?" You poked at Wooyoung verbally.

Wooyoung recalled your pain kink, so he slapped your ass. "I'll do whatever I damn well want because you'll take it all, won't you?" He admired the red imprint of his hand on your ass cheek.

You leaned down, folding your arms under your cheek and waved your ass invitingly. "Come on, Woo," You cooed. " 'member how good it was last time?"

Wooyoung rubbed his fingers over your entrance, slicking them up before inserting two fingers into you. He finger fucked you, enjoying the lewd noises that were coming from your lower half. Now this part he understood; your want for him was a given, as should everyone's. Wooyoung was desirable. Everyone should get wet for him.

You didn't want to come this way, stripped down only for him to play with you with his fingers. The only way to truly get to Wooyoung was to shove the facts in his face. Wooyoung needed to fuck you again and he needed to feel something for you, anything. You were sure the second time would do it. So you did the only thing you seemed to know how to: piss him off.

"Oh, San's shoulders felt so fucking good earlier! It's too bad he didn't want you to feel them, huh? I bet clinging to those shoulders while he drills into you is nice," You contemplated.

"You wanna be drilled into?" Wooyoung said through gritted teeth.

His hands left your body and you could only assume he was about to do exactly what you wanted.

Wooyoung slipped into you with next to no resistance. "Such a fucking easy lay, you whore." Once you felt Wooyoung’s hips flush with your ass, you smiled to yourself. "Only for you," You murmured under your breath.

"That's right, only for me," Wooyoung panted above you. He began to move in and out of you, sucking air through his teeth at the sensation. "They all want you but I'm the only one who gets access to this tight fucking pussy. You only want my dick even though you're the last thing I want to fuck."

"Fuuuuuck," You groaned as Wooyoung rubbed the spot inside of you that made you feel damn good.

"C'mere," Wooyoung grunted. He raised you upwards, your back against his chest, the harness digging into your skin. His hand wrapped around your throat, simply to hold you in place. The new angle pulled another moan from you.

You swallowed desperately against Wooyoung's palm. His other hand curled around your hip, thrusting into you with small cries. "So--fucking--desperate--for--me!" He said between thrusts.

"Woo," You replied weakly.

Wooyoung’s other hand moved up your stomach from your hip to cup your breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling. "Just for me," Wooyoung licked and sucked love bites along your shoulder, "Everyone should see that."

Your ass bounced against Wooyoung’s hips, your own body working against him now, desperate for him to give you exactly what you desired. "Wooyoungie," You whimpered.

"Stop that," Wooyoung said, his voice raw, "Don't call me that. Don't say it like that."

His hand tightened on your throat and you made gurgled noise as he restricted your airflow. "Just focus on coming undone on my cock, okay? No need for anything more than that."

You nodded, unable to voice an opinion properly. Just as Wooyoung picked up the pace, flexing his hips, the edges of your vision darkened. You whimpered, your pleasure sharpening. Wooyoung let your air pipe go. "Such a kinky whore," he growled.

He let you collapse back to the bed, choking and gasping in air. He focused everything on gripping your hips and fucking into you. Your hands gripped the sheets under you, pleasure making your hoarse throat cry out, higher and higher, until an orgasm ripped through you. "Wooyoung!" You screamed, unable to help yourself.

"Finally!" Wooyoung grunted.

He had been barely holding on. Fucking you from behind, the flare of your ass from your waist, was a feast for him eyes. All your clothes limited to around your waist made his dick throb. It really was like you were made for him. Watching you fuck yourself on his dick had been his limit. You said his name with such vulnerability that it made his heart skip a beat and his throat tighten.

Wooyoung sloppily thrusted into you, slapped your ass again for good measure, making you whine loudly, already come down from the rough orgasm, and then he unloaded into you with a moan. He thrusted weakly, spurting so much inside of you, that when he pulled out of you, he spilled out of you.

Wooyoung blinked wearily, well aware that he hadn't even bothered to touch himself after fucking you the last time. He didn't want to think about you looking up at him, his hands around your throat and your pussy clenching around him. So his cum dripping out of you was the culmination of denying himself of thoughts of you. He balanced on the balls of his feet until you woke him out of his orgasm-stupor.

"I…" You laughed weakly, "Help?" You had zero strength to put yourself in a more comfortable position.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but his hands were gentle, turning you over to your side. "You're useless," he muttered, collapsing beside you.

"Made you come, didn't I?" You fought back immediately but your snarl didn't come out half as mean as you intended. "A lot, by the feel of it."

Wooyoung was glad you didn't have any energy to lift your head because his cheeks heated up. "Just konk out and shut up, why don't you."

"I'm not sleeping in Seonghwa’s bed after you fucked me stupid in it!" You protested but ironically yawned after your statement.

Wooyoung turned on his side but your eyes were already closed. He flattened your skirt over your hips and pulled up your tube top the best he could. He knew someone would be in here to see what damage was wrought. He'd spare you flashing anyone you didn't willing want to.

His hand print still peeked out from the skirt and your shoulders were still lined with his love bites. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile smugly to himself. At least if someone peeked in, they'd see that he had claimed you as his toy.

Wooyoung fell asleep thinking about how he could use you to aid him to get what he wanted. Maybe even Yunho would be tempted…

💔💔💔

Yunho was the only one brave enough to enter Seonghwa’s bedroom. Wooyoung hadn't locked the door, but it was more so, that everyone was worried about finding what had happened inside. Oddly enough, your head was tucked into Wooyoung’s chest and his arm was thrown around your waist to draw you closer to him.

It might have been a little bit cute, if not for the fact that you had so many marks over your body that it was very clear of Wooyoung’s intent: mine. Which didn't make any fucking sense but Yunho didn't pretend to understand Wooyoung and his thought process.

Seonghwa entered behind him, using one hand to cover both of his eyes. "Tell me the good news first."

"She's not dead," Yunho stated sarcastically.

Seonghwa pfft-ed. "Of course she isn't. Wooyoung enjoys fucking with her too much."

"Or just plain fucking her," Yunho mused.

Seonghwa wrinkled his nose. "You aren't staring at them, are you?"

Yunho rolled his eyes. "Just get what you need and let them slink off in shame tomorrow morning."

Secretly, Yunho was hoping you had Wooyoung out of your system. He certainly did. Maybe you would call Yunho to pick you up in the morning, he'd take you to Starbucks and you'd let him put his hand on your thigh again.

Because, even though this entire time you had been crushing on Wooyoung, Yunho had been crushing on you.

And the plot thickens.

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #jung wooyoung smut #ateez smut #atz smut #wooyoung smut #yeah i left it a cliffy again #so sue me lmao #also #it's literally canon for me to write messy sex in seonghwa's bedroom without him actually participating #i hope you enjoyed part two #because now there's a part three lmao #topaz's work #ღatz

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your hand

🌙 staring. Yunho x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. it’s a classic parlor love story: big tattoo man finds new receptionist cute, but he can’t talk to her until something totally avoidable happens that brings them together out of his own sheer stupidity- that kind of shindig ;)

cw/ tw. alcohol consumption, injury, hand kink, sizekink, man handling, dirty talk, praise, fingering, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, mentions of cum play, mirror sex, light bondage/restriction, gentle choking, inklings of breeding kink, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k

🍭 aus. tattooist au

☀️ mlist + an. this yunho is the light of my entire life

The glass of beer cupped in Yunho’s hand is still cold, and beads of condensation drip onto his fingers, which are tightly wrapped around the glass. His eyes, which are fixed on your body while you dance, are as set as his jaw is, and one look at the man could tell anyone paying attention that he’s just about ready to snap.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa are in the booth next to the much larger man, and they’re discussing tattoos, as usual. Yunho can hear them on the periphery of his mind, but he’s more occupied with thoughts of rage. It feels like there’s a storm cloud brewing inside of him, and when the DJ switches to an angry rap song, the loud bass speakers setup through the club send the sentiment of the lyrics straight into Yunho’s chest, which only adds fuel to the fire.

Yunho lets go of his beer and stands abruptly- intent on stomping down to the dance floor and putting an end to the scene in front of him that he’s been watching unfold for the better part of ten minutes- but just then, Mingi returns from the bathroom, and he succeeds where their other two friends have failed in seeing Yunho’s anger.

“Woah!” Mingi says, hands finding Yunho’s shoulders, “are you okay!?”

“What do you mean is he okay?” Hongjoong asks, suddenly very interested in the friend that he’d been ignoring in favor of discussing a snake tattoo he was entrusting Seonghwa to do for him on his shoulder.

Yunho’s eyes remain fixed on you over his roommate’s shoulder, and when he speaks, his words come out much ruder than he intends them to; “Get out of my way Mingi.”

It’s then that Mingi follows Yunho’s gaze, turning to do a sweep of the crowd-

“Oh,” he breathes, seeing what the problem is immediately.

You’ve been working as the receptionist at their tattoo parlour for two months now, and while you’ve become close to all of the men there, Yunho had very pointedly made a claim to you on your third day, declaring to his friends after you’d gone home that, “you all better back off from her, because I’m going to make that girl mine”-

Only, by the way you’re sandwiched between San and Wooyoung, it appears that in the weeks since his declaration, Yunho’s friends seem to have forgotten it ever took place.

It’s not that Yunho hasn’t been trying to woo you- he has, it’s just… he’s so used to one night stands and blowing a girl’s back out to make her fall for him, that his ‘courting’ skills have gotten a bit - let’s say - rusty.

It doesn’t help that the six foot one tattoo artist has barely been able to hold a conversation with you without stumbling over his words and then spending the rest of the day hating himself for looking stupid- but he can’t help it, you’re just so cute and sweet- and you always have a massive smile on your face when he walks in to start his shift- and you remember his coffee order when you sometimes go to grab drinks when the shop is looking a little worse for ware after nights out partying- and then there’s the way you’re always thinking one step ahead, anticipating their needs before they even know they need them themselves-

He’s in love with you, hopelessly so- and it’s a foreign feeling for the man who hasn’t been able to hold down a steady girlfriend since high school.

And it’s because he’s in love with you that Yunho is able to take a breath, his chest tightening with the motion until it’s practically searing. With a moment of clarity, Yunho reaches for his beer, downing the glass in three big gulps, and then he announces, “I'm going home.”

He doesn’t look at you again, doesn’t want to see if Wooyoung’s gotten closer to your back, or if San’s still twirling you with a big dopey grin on his face. Yunho’s never been the kind of person to wish his friends ill will, but when he exits the club, it’s the most he can do not to key Wooyoung’s gaudy yellow and black striped 1967 Camaro in retaliation for his behaviour.

But can Yunho really blame the guy?

When Yunho enters the parlour on Monday morning, you greet him with as much enthusiasm as ever, saying “good morning Yun-oh no!” your temperament shifts drastically, “What happened to your hand?!”

You’re on your feet in an instant, and Yunho tucks the bandage wrapped extremity into the pocket of his hoodie, muttering “nothing,” as he attempts to sidestep you-

But you put your body between the large man and his tattooing station, looking up at him with as much determination on your adorable little face as he’s ever seen.

“Yunho,” you say sternly, “your hand is hurt.”

It’s not a question this time, it’s merely a statement, and Yunho simply looks at you for a good moment or two before shrugging his massive shoulders. “What about it?”

“What about it?” you scoff, letting out a small laugh, shaking your head and then furrowing your brows- a whole array of emotions that Yunho isn’t sure what to make of. “Yunho- you’re one of the best tattooists here- I know you don’t use your left hand to tattoo- but you still have to use it to stretch the skin-”

“I know how to do my job,” Yunho interjects gruffly, running the in tact, artist fingers of his right hand through messy dark locks to calm himself down, “I’ll be fine.”

Your lips part, concern evident on your face, “But-”

“I have a client soon, I need to get my station set up.”

He hates the way his words make your shoulders slump a little, and he can see the defeat in your expression.

With a sigh, you nod, “okay, sorry I asked.”

Then you move out of his way, returning to the reception desk, and after a moment of regret, Yunho tightens his right hand into a fist and carries on with his day.

“What happened to your hand?”

This time, Yunho can’t avoid the question, not when it’s being asked by his boss.

Yunho knew it was just a matter of time before Hongjoong cornered him, and he’d been feeling the watchful eye of the shorter man for his entire two hour morning appointment.

Despite having a messed up leftie, Yunho had managed - as he knew he would- but after two hours of keeping his left hand rigid, holding skin stretched to allow for the needle and ink to enter properly, he’s definitely feeling sore.

“You really want to know?” Yunho asks, instead of answering right away, setting down the cup of coffee he’d just poured himself in the little staff room in the back of the parlour.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes with exasperation. “Do you really want to know?” he mocks, “of course I want to know! Fucking tell me.”

“I punched a power pole.”

There are three stagnant beats of silence, then, “You what?”

Yunho feels the heat rising to his skin, and he averts his eyes, instead opting to look down at the knuckles of his left hand, where the bandages are beginning to turn red-

“Is this why you didn’t answer any texts yesterday?!” Hongjoong demands, “and skipped Sunday brunch?”

“I doubted San or Wooyoung would show up to the diner, so why would I bother?” Yunho shrugs, putting his hand back into the pocket of his hoodie where his boss and long time friend won’t be able to see that he’s started bleeding again.

He’ll have to deal with the bandages, but not until Hongjoong leaves him alone.

Hongjoong’s face has gotten progressively scrunched up with annoyance and exasperation- despite this, the next words that leave his lips are actually music to Yunho’s ears; “San and Wooyoung were at Sunday Brunch- if this is about Y/N, then you’re being stupid, they didn’t go home with her.”

Yunho considers his options for a moment, and then decides to ask, “Why would this be about Y/N?”

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, a guttural noise sounding in the back of his throat. “It’s all Mingi could talk about after you left- which, speaking of, he told us you locked your bedroom door and wouldn’t come out and talk to him all day yesterday- you asshole.”

“I had nothing to say to him,” Yunho brushes it off, although he does feel bad about his treatment of his longtime roommate and best friend.

“Well he had things to say to you, like, for example: after he dragged San and Wooyoung off the dance floor when you left, they told him how Y/N had friend-zoned them as soon as they’d picked her up to go to the club on Saturday evening.”

Yunho’s body stills, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

He swallows thickly. “She friend-zoned them?”

“Yeah,” Hongjoong nods, “looks like she has eyes on someone else, and I doubt it’s me, Hwa or Mingi.”

“Fucking Yeosang,” Yunho growls, tightening both his hands into fists before he can even stop himself, which causes pain to sear up his arm like tingly electric kisses.

Hongjoong lets out his umpteenth sound of annoyance, bringing both hands up to hide his face. He drags the skin of his eyes down with his fingers before he grabs the front of Yunho’s hoodie, “not fucking Yeosang, you stupid ass,” he nearly screams, “she doesn’t even talk to Yeosang!”

“So she likes Jongho? The fucking apple smasher?”

“You know what?” Hongjoong lets go of Yunho’s hoodie, “I don’t even know why I try to help you. If you want to play stupid, play stupid, see if I fucking care, but don’t let your hand ruin any client work today or I’ll fire your stupid ass, got it?”

“Got it.” Yunho nods.

Hongjoong leaves the staff room, and Yunho is left standing there, thoughts racing-

The implication of Hongjoong’s words weighs heavily on Yunho’s shoulders, and he does mental gymnastics to see if he’s going to give Hongjoong’s suspicions of who you might be into any credence.

You can’t like him… can you?

His heart races rapidly in his chest at the thought, and the large muscle in his chest sends blood pumping through his large body- all the way down to his hand, which practically thrums to the steady beat.

It feels like there’s a billion buzzing bees pressed between his hot skin and the bandage, and Yunho knows he has to get the blood speckled wrap off and check his hand before his next client comes in an hour.

He turns to exit the staffroom and bumps straight into Mingi, who is standing with a look of betrayal on his face, mouth a firm line, eyes narrowed.

“You ignored me all day yesterday.”

Unlike most of his interactions, when Yunho is with Mingi, he doesn’t even think his responses through, he simply lets them escape him, and the “I’m sorry” that immediately tumbles past his lips is as genuine as ever.

Mingi obviously hadn’t been expecting an apology so soon, and his expression softens, then his eyes go to Yunho’s hurt hand, which is exposed at his side. “What happened to your hand!?”

Yunho loves how easy things are with Mingi, one heartfelt ‘I’m sorry’ and the man drops the entire issue- not that Yunho’s ever made a habit of upsetting his friend.

“I punched a power pole.”

“What!?” Mingi’s eyes double in size with shock, and he reaches for Yunho’s hand, gently assessing it, “but why?!”

“You know why.”

“But Y/N friend-zoned Wooyoung and San-”

“I know that now,” Yunho breathes, softening with each moment that his friend fusses over him, “but I didn't know that on Saturday.”

“We have to get this cleaned and re-bandaged,” Mingi says, dropping Yunho’s hand. “I’ll go get the first aid kit and meet you in the bathroom.”

“What about your clients?”

“I have the hour off.”

“Are you sure you want to help? I can do it myself-”

Mingi gives Yunho a look that says ‘really bitch? Look at your left hand’ and Yunho has to admit- he hadn’t done a great job with the initial wrapping.

“Fine,” Yunho concedes, “I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

“And no coffee,” Mingi declares, blocking Yunho’s attempt to grab his cup. “No one likes coffee breath, especially not clients. Take some gum.”

A few minutes later, Yunho is in the bathroom, blowing tiny spearmint scented bubbles that make loud little pops each time he gives them too much air, distracting himself slightly from the pain that blooms across his knuckles while he carefully removes the bloodied bandage.

The door to the one occupant space opens, and Yunho doesn’t look up from his work, but he does say, “took you long enough Gi, what happened? Couldn’t find the first aid kit?”

“Gi?”

A cold tingle rushes up Yunho’s spine, body going rigid at the sound of your voice, and he’s so taken aback that he accidentally swallows his gum - and he has to try really hard not to start choking immediately-

He lifts his eyes, meeting yours through the mirror. “Mingi,” he corrects, coughing slightly to clear his throat, “I thought you were Mingi.”

“That’s sweet that you call him Gi,” you offer a small smile. “I’ve never heard you call him that before.”

Yunho doesn’t know how to respond to your words, so he doesn't, instead, he tears his gaze from yours, covering his bad hand in an effort to hide the exposed wound from you.

“I um-” he sees you shift awkwardly in his peripheral vision, voice faltering, then a flash of red, “Mingi said you might need help with putting on a new bandage?”

“Of course he did,” Yunho sighs. Leave it to his best friend to try to play matchmaker. “I’ll be fine alone.”

“Just cuz you’ll be fine doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get help,” you muse, slipping fully into the bathroom and letting the door shut softly behind you.

Yunho lifts his eyes, quickly giving you a once over- he can’t help himself, the baby doll style dress you’re in is just too cute for him to handle, and his heart is running faster and faster with each moment he’s now in a small enclosed space with you.

“If I ask you to leave, will you?”

You shake your head, “not a chance,” and as if to show your determination, you even click the lock into place, leaning your shoulder against the door with a stubborn set of your mouth.

Yunho lets out another deep breath, looking down at the sink. With a flick of his wrist, he turns the faucet on, biting his tongue to stop a hiss of discomfort from the cold water hitting his wounded knuckles.

The white porcelain makes the red tinge of the water all the more evident, and when Yunho wiggles his sore fingers, the largest gash throbs. He’d been worried about this specific wound since he’d haphazardly bandaged it on Saturday night, and looking at his bruised skin in the bright light of the bathroom, he can see that his suspicions were correct: there’s a medium sized sliver of wood still lodged inside of him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, back heaving with the effort of yet another large sigh before his shoulders slump.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you’re at his side in an instant, and Yunho stiffens when he feels your fingers touch the back of his arm, your body so close to his side that he can smell your pretty perfume.

“You got any tweezers in that first aid kit?”

“Let me check,” you respond, setting the red box onto the sink counter. You unzip it quickly and begin looking through the contents, producing the tool a moment later.

“Here.” Yunho holds his right hand out expectantly, and you pass him the tweezers, watching as the tattoo artist carefully brings his wounded appendage close to his face, eyes narrowing with concentration.

He holds the tweezers with deadly precision, like a doctor - like a tattoo artist - and you suck in a breath when the metal makes contact with his skin-

“Don’t do that,” he scolds, quickly separating his hands in favor of looking down at you.

“Do what?” you ask.

“Grimace like that,” Yunho states. “Like you’re in pain.”

“But I am in pain,” you tell him, “I'm in pain watching you be in pain, I mean.”

“Well-” Yunho swallows thickly, “your sounds are distracting.”

“I’ll um… I'll try to hold them in.”

It takes every ounce of strength in Yunho’s entire, massive, six foot two tall body not to groan at your words, and he can’t help the images that flash through his mind, images of you pressed to his bed, his cock buried deep in your cunt-

Yunho gives his head a quick shake to snap himself out of it, returning his eyes to his work.

To your credit, this time when he brings the metal to his skin, deftly latching onto the piece of wood lodged in his knuckle wound, you don’t make a sound.

He quickly tugs the splinter, removing the whole thing in one go, and then he tosses the tweezers into the sink in favor of grabbing onto the cool bowl with his right hand while he submerges the left again, allowing the cold water to numb away the tingles of pain.

He slumps forward slightly, a sigh of relief finally leaving his lips.

He’d been so on edge these past few days he’d been ignoring how painful his knuckles had really become- but now that the wood is removed, he already feels at least a little better- which is something, he supposes.

After a moment, Yunho lifts his head, turning to look at you. “Aren’t you going to ask me how I wrecked my hand?”

“I asked you what happened when you came in this morning, and you obviously didn’t want to talk about it then,” you point out, “so I figure, why bother asking again.”

Yunho turns off the sink, grabbing a paper towel to dab the water from his skin. “Have you ever bandaged a hand before?”

“Erm… no?”

“That’s okay,” he discards the tissues in the trash can, making a mental note to remove the trash and give the bathroom a full clean when he’s done with it, not wanting to leave any blood smears in Hongjoong’s pristine parlour, “I’ll walk you through it. But first, can you pass me the disinfectant?”

Yunho already has to hold his right hand across his body towards you on his left, he doesn’t want to also encroach your space even more to reach past your tiny form for the small bottle.

“This one?” your fingers hover over the disinfectant, and you look at him with the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen in the whole goddamn world, lips parted, waiting for his confirmation.

Yunho makes a sound of affirmation in the back of his throat, and he catches the flash of your pretty smile before you’re looking down again, plucking the bottle out of the first aid kit and passing it to him.

He sets the disinfectant down, holding it steady with his palm while he unscrews the lid with his fingers.

“Cotton?”

You diligently hand him a white fluff ball - his perfect little nurse - and Yunho presses it to the opening, flipping the bottle upside down to allow the liquid to saturate half of the swab, which he then presses to his knuckles.

Pain shoots up Yunho’s arm, and he gnaws on the inside of his cheek, suppressing the feeling to the best of his abilities while cleaning the wound.

“You made a sound again,” Yunho breathes when the worst is finally over, and he tosses the reddish brown stained cotton into the trash to join the paper towels.

“Sorry.”

Yunho turns his body towards you, and he’s pleased by the way you mirror him, whether it be consciously done or not.

“Gonna need some Polysporin and a fresh gauze just to cover it up before we grab the roller bandage,” he tells you.

You nod, turning your determined little gaze to the first aid kit, where you procure the first two items, then hesitantly grab the white roll of what looks like fabric tape, “this one?”

“Yeah, roller bandage.”

“Roller bandage,” you repeat, setting it down next to the kit next to the gauze in favor of grabbing a Q-tip. “For the Polysporin?”

“Look at you,” Yunho can’t help the lopsided grin that works its way onto his face, “already thinking like a nurse- we should be careful to keep you, or you’ll go find a better job to utilize that brain of yours.”

“Says you,” you grin, and Yunho enjoys the way you get smaller from the complement, shifting away from him in an attempt to hide your smile while you get the ointment ready.

When you turn to him again, you have your game face on, and you hold out one hand expectantly.

“What are you doing?” Yunho asks.

“I’m going to put this on your hand,” you respond, sounding shockingly confident after being something near a bashful baby just moments ago.

“No, you’re going to give me the Qtip, and I’ll do it myself,” Yunho says with just as much conviction.

The two of you stare at each other, unblinking, a battle that Yunho wins within seconds. You hand over the Qtip, and Yunho lifts his knuckles, applying the ointment on his wounds.

The biggest gash is the worst, but now that Yunho’s sure it’s clean, he’s not too worried about it. There are three more smaller cuts, but the real kicker are the blueish green bruises that blot his already darkly marked skin, obscuring some of the line work that he’d etched there to commemorate the birth year of his mother back when he’d first begun tattooing at age seventeen.

“Gauze.” Yunho holds his right hand out with his palm up, and a moment later, the soft white fabric is placed there. He applies it to his knuckles, folding the square to fit better. “Now the-”

“Roller bandage,” you finish the tattoo artist’s sentence, presenting the item to him.

“So the first thing i need you to do,” Yunho says, “is start one end of this at the inside of my wrist, we’re gonna wrap it around me twice before crossing it over the top of my hand to my pinkie- got it?”

“Got it,” you nod.

He watches with amusement, enjoying the contrast of your tiny hands, which struggle to wrap the fabric around his much larger wrist.

“And now over across the top,” he instructs softly once you’ve finished the first step, repeating himself in case you’d forgotten. “Then under my pinky, back beneath my fingers and up again.”

You follow through diligently, flattening the bandage across the gauze to hold it down on top of his hand before bringing the fabric below his fingers.

“This time, you’ll cross down to the outside of my wrist, the top of my hand will look like an X.” Yunho watches you do as you’re told, heart thumping excitedly in his chest. “Good job, that’s perfect.”

“Now what?” you ask, looking up at him for further instruction.

“Now you bring the bandage back under my wrist and repeat the process a few times.”

The bathroom falls into a comfortable silence and Yunho continues to watch you work. You take your time, careful to lay the bandage neatly, keeping it flat against his skin so it will be harder to get caught on things.

As you begin your third wrap of his hand, Yunho finds himself admitting, “I punched a telephone pole about five times.” He’s not even sure why he told you the exact number- he’d been careful to keep it from the others, knowing they’d scold him even harder-

“I’m sure the the stupid telephone pole deserved it,” you respond, and a happy, warm energy thrums through Yunho’s chest.

“You’re really not going to ask me why I punched a telephone pole?”

Your eyes stay fixed on his hand, which you’re holding so gently with one of your own while adjusting the bandage, and you say, “Again, I'm trying not to be pushy with you. If you want to tell me, you will.”

Yunho considers it for a moment, deciding he better jump all in or not at all.

“Honestly?” The tall man lets out a breath. “It’s not my place-” he rubs the back of his neck with his good hand, “but I wasn’t that into San and Wooyoung being all touchy with you at the club on Saturday.”

“So that’s why you left early,” you say softly, more to yourself than anything, because the next moment you’re meeting Yunho’s gaze, voice steady, “I wasn’t that into San and Wooyoung being all touchy with me either,” your eyes dip to your work, which is now finished, and Yunho pins the bandage in place, “but you’re not supposed to be into your friends touching you, you know?”

Despite being done with his hand, you haven’t let it go. You’re still holding it gently with your own, two of your fingers moving delicately across the sliver of exposed skin on Yunho’s palm. The motion is soft, but it still sends jitters of pleasure skittering up Yunho’s arm, and his lips part in shock.

There’s no way he’s making this up, and Yunho knows it. He fights the urge to simply throw you against the wall and have his way with you, forcing himself to be one hundred percent sure- to be slow-

So instead, he brings his right hand up to cup the side of your face, chest practically exploding when you lean into his touch, eyes closing to show enjoyment, a small, happy, sigh leaving your lips.

All of Yunho’s self control goes out the bathroom window, and before he even knows what he’s really doing, he’s bending down to reach your height, applying the slightest of pressures to the back of your skull to get you to tilt your head up, and he’s pressing his lips to yours.

You meet his hungry kisses with a fire of your own, letting go of his bandaged hand in favor of wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, shifting closer, tilting your head up more-

Yunho groans at the feeling of your breasts pressed to his front, and his left hand finds the small of your back, tugging you so you’re flush to his form. His tongue slides against your lip, and you open your mouth for him, a whimpery sound eaten up by the man kissing you like you’re a goddess and he’s a sinner looking for redemption.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and your body jolts with surprise.

“One second,” Yunho sighs, annoyance clearly visible in his stormy expression. The hand on the small of your back directs you behind the door, using it to block you from view, and when his hand begins to move away from you, you gently grab it, making sure you can still touch even as he addresses the person in the hallway outside.

“what?” he asks.

“Hongjoong said you hurt your hand,” the smooth voice is easily identifiable to you as belonging to Seonghwa, the more stoic of the two men who own the shop, “do you want me to look at it?”

Yunho gently tugs his bandaged appendage from your grasp, presenting it to Seonghwa, “i’m alright, rewrapped it, should be fine.”

There’s a few moments of silence, and you hold your breath, unable to take your eyes off of Yunho, who looks so beautiful even in the lighting of the bathroom. His dark hair is tousled, and beautiful skin is marked with copious amounts of patchwork tattoos, thick arms exposed by a black muscle shirt that even gives you a peak at even more artwork etched onto the man who’s been driving you wild for months.

“Okay, then.”

“Yeah,” Yunho nods, and a moment later he’s shutting the door, meeting your questioning expression, “What?”

You shake your head, allowing the large man to collect you in his grasp again, massive hands finding your waist and tugging you to his chest, “it’s just- ‘okay, then’, ‘yeah’, what kind of conversation ender is that?”

“The kind you give to someone who’s wasting precious time.”

“Wasting precious time?” you cock a brow, smile widening.

The tattoo artist absentmindedly draws circles against your hips with his fingers. “I have fifteen more minutes before I have to get ready for my next client,” Yunho responds, moving his good hand up to your face again, thumb brushing your cheekbone, “and I have a lot that I want to do in those fifteen minutes.”

“Like what?” you tease, and Yunho lets out a deep hum in response, digit coming down to brush by your bottom lip-

You catch his thumb in your mouth, gently biting at it to ensure he doesn’t pull away before you suckle on his skin, looking the tall tattooist in the eyes while your body thrums with excitement.

“Would you hate me if I fucked you?” he asks, lifting you up and tossing you onto the sink counter before you can respond, his body between your legs an instant later. “I wanna do this right- I wanna take you out for dinner and to see movies and do the whole nine yards- but right now,” his bandaged hand finds your thigh, pushing your dress up slightly so he can grip your flesh, “I need to make you cum.”

A whimper leaves your throat, and you grab at his strong shoulders to steady yourself. “What about your hand?”

“I can get you off with one,” he promises, leaning into you, lips teasing your neck with small kisses.

“No I mean,” your words catch in your throat when his right hand slips under your dress, two fingers rubbing your entrance through your soaked panties, “what about- what about the blood flow- shouldn’t we keep your hand kind of elevated?”

Yunho chuckles darkly against your throat, then he takes a deep breath, his exhale blanketing your form and bringing goosebumps to your skin, a shiver running through you.

“Fine,” he says, and in an instant, he has both your wrists collected in his bandaged hand and pinned above you to the mirror, “my hand is elevated now, happy?”

“Yunho-”

Your whimper causes the man in front of you to pull away from your neck, dark eyes fixed on yours.

“Say it again,” he prompts, pressing his fingers harder to your panty covered cunt, “moan my name.”

“Yunho,” you repeat, pouting your lower lip out, “please- we only have fifteen minutes-”

“Gotta get you ready to take me first,” he tells you, pushing your panties to the side. “You’re already so fucking wet,” he groans, collecting your slick and bringing it up to aid in his attack on your clit, “but I need you to be wetter if you’re going to let me split you open.”

“Split me open?” you gasp, mind already beginning to turn fuzzy from his ministrations. “You’re-” you stifle a moan when he pushes a finger into you, “you-”

“I’m six foot one, princess, all of me is big,” he chuckles, slipping a second digit into your core, stretching you out for him. He brings his lips to your neck again, then goes up to your ear, nipping at your lobe in a way that feels almost playful, “Normally, I'd show you, but we don’t have the time, so you’ll have to trust me on this one.”

“Yunho?” you whimper, toes curling in your shoes when he works his fingers up, working you closer and closer to the edge-

He presses a small kiss to your neck before pulling back to look at you, “Yes, gorgeous?”

“I wanna touch you,” you whine.

He grins, and looks to be considering it-

You can’t help but continue to beg, blurting out, “please, I’ve been-” you whimper from his fingers still working inside of you, “for months- please- i wanna-”

“For months?”

Yunho’s fingers come to a stop inside of you and you whine at the loss- only for him to shut you up with a hungry kiss.

He releases your right hand from where it was pinned above you, and you immediately latch onto the front of his shirt, pulling him closer with just as much ferocity- but he’s immovable, and you only succeed in pulling yourself closer towards him, the one hand still captured above your head limiting the distance you can go-

He laughs against your lips, shaking his head slightly. “Fuck, you’re so needy-” he groans, pulling his fingers from your wet heat.

Yunho releases you fully, only to tug you off the sink. You land on shaky feet, and he flips you around, pressing your hips against the piece of furniture you’d just been seated on, one hand pushing you forward so you’re bent over.

You feel him grab the bottom of your dress, and he lifts the fabric, letting it rest on your upper body while you adjust the way you’re propped on the sink table, arching your back in an effort to get to him-

“Cute panties,” he tells you, pushing them to the side for the second time in a few minutes. His thumb finds your clit. “Ready, baby?”

You nod, listening to him undo his belt with one hand, shoving his jeans down-

“Please-”

The head of his cock presses against your entrance, and he coats it in your slick before slipping it in- both of you groaning at the way your walls tighten around just the tip of his cock-

“You’re making sounds again,” Yunho says gruffly, and you laugh a little at how this is the same man who’d scolded you earlier. He reaches and turns the sink on, creating a noise to muffle any sounds that escape either of you. “We can't let the others hear your pretty moans, no matter how much I'd like to have you screaming my name. We’ll have to save that for after work.”

He tugs you up so you’re still half standing, hands finding the sink bowl while he practically sits you onto his cock- at the same time, he wraps his newly, pristinely bandaged hand to cup your face, two fingers pushing past your lips to stifle the moan that immediately bubbles inside of you.

You’d been so worked up from his fingers, and now to have him fully push into you- digits in your mouth, right hand on your hip anchoring you while he begins to thrust into your pussy-

You cum hard.

Your core clamps down on Yunho’s cock, which he pushes fully into you, holding it there-

“Look at my pretty baby cumming already,” he says fondly in your ear, and you meet his eyes through the bathroom mirror, pussy continuing to flutter around his massive cock while your orgasm teeters-

You can feel your sticky panties against your leg, pressed between your body and Yunho’s which is flush to your ass-

Another wave of euphoria washes through you, which makes the man behind you laugh, shaking his head before picking up his motions again. “Keep squeezing me princess,” he says, voice low while he thrusts into you harder.

“Where should I cum?” he asks, taking his digits out of your mouth for you to be able to respond.

You stifle a whine from the loss of his big hand-

“I'm on the pill, cum inside-” you tell him, “Fill me up-”

“Fill you up?” Yunho grins behind you, and you’re almost happy you’re seeing his smile through the reflection in the mirror, because you think maybe you’d be blinded by beauty if you saw it up close-

He’s so fucking hot-

The tattoo artist leans close to your ear, “Does my pretty girl have a breeding kink?”

Of course you do- because you’d seen Yunho every time a client comes in with a child, and you’d seen the way he’d draw pretty tattoos in markers on their arms to make them smile. You’d seen the way he interacts with kids even if they aren’t technically with his clients, and you’d seen his stash of lollipops, that you only ever see him whip out when a kid is around-

There was no way to be near Yunho, to be interested in Yunho, and to not have a breeding kink- and you’d fight any girl who said otherwise-

But instead of verbalizing any of this, all you’re able to whimper out is a meek “please?”

And it’s enough for him, because a moment later he’s burying his face in your shoulder and groaning, hips rutting wildly against you while his bandaged hand slips under your arm and criss crosses your chest, grasping your breast through your dress and pinning you to him, the other hand slipping between your legs to find your clit-

You’re still so sensitive from your first orgasm… and a half? And a- wonderful orgasm echo? Regardless of it being one or two orgasms you’ve already had- it’s easier than ever for Yunho to tear another from you, and your walls once again tighten on his cock while you bite into your lip to stop any sounds from escaping you.

The man behind you literally shivers, whole body shaking momentarily, a deep groan leaving him after as he grips you tighter, nearly crushing your smaller body before he’s letting up a little, panting against your neck, hips stopped but fingers still working you through your high-

When you’re both done, he removes his hand from between your legs.

You’re both panting, breathing muffled by the water that’s still running.

Yunho presses a tender kiss to your shoulder blade before pulling away from your back.

Your body misses his heat- and his cock.

“Okay,” he sighs, and you watch him in the mirror, the tattoo artist looking around the bathroom, attention lingering on the trash can, “I have two minutes to clean you, and this, all up-”

“It’s okay,” you say, “I can take care of myself. You have your one thirty client to prep for.”

“Are you sure?” Yunho watches the way you pull your panties back in place, and he licks his lips at the thought that you might be planning to keep his cum inside of you for the rest of the day-

“You can give me aftercare tonight, yeah?”

“I have to at least take out the trash-”

“You need to go get some water and probably a banana or something to eat- neither of us had lunch on our lunch breaks, and you have to eat,” you tell him, turning to look at the tall man who you’ve watched for months- you know his patterns, know his needs. “I still have fifteen minutes on break, trust me, I'll be fine.”

Yunho cups your face, and you nuzzle against his large palm, smiling when he kisses you.

“Think about where you want to go for dinner, yeah?”

“I will,” you promise.

For a moment he simply looks at you, eyes flickering down to your lips before he gives you one final kiss. He doesn’t say anything else, and he doesn’t really need to, the two of you had said enough in the heat of it all to understand that your feelings are mutual, and as you watch the gorgeous tattoo artist leave the bathroom, you think of all the ways you’d love for him to paint your skin.

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When in Rome

Pairing: Frienemy! Jeong Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Fingering (f receiving), degrading, edging, marking, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 4466

Prompts: 21) "Make me."

25) "If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed."

82) "You’re on your worst behaviour."

Summary: You’re on a roadtrip with Ateez and due to not enough seats in the car you end up having to sit on Yunho’s lap, because of this you decide to have a little fun during the car ride, it’s all fun and games until you get to your hotel room.

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It was an intense game of pulling straws, there were 9 of you going on a trip and 5 hotel rooms were booked so obviously everyone was fighting over who got a room to themselves, the only way to stop everyone fighting was to pull straws. With 2 green, 2 red, 2 blue, 2 yellow and 1 plain everyone was praying for the plain whether it be out loud or in their heads. “Okay guest goes first.” Hongjoong calls holding all the straws in one hand, you were not exactly happy about this, the odds not being in your favour. You took a small breath and pulled your straw. “Green! Unlucky y/n.” the rest of the group having a small grin on their faces knowing the single room was still up for grabs. The game continued and 2 straws were left, so far the room arrangements were San and Yeosang, Hongjoong and Wooyoung and you and Jongho needing roommates since Seonghwa secured the single room. A new game of rock paper scissors had broken out between Mingi and Yunho to determined who got to go first, after a few rounds Mingi came out the victor pulling a yellow straw causing Yunho’s face to slightly drop as he knew the only colour left was green, meaning you two were roommates. “Can we have a do over?” Yunho asked quietly, not really wanting to be the one to room with you, it’s not that he didn’t exactly like you but there was kind of a love hate situation between you, most of the time you got on well but there were days where you couldn’t stand the sight of each other and for the sake of the trip he didn’t want to take his chances. “We’re not going through all that again, it’s taken us long enough.” Wooyoung whined from the back, too eager to get the trip started. Yunho let out a defeated sigh as the rest of you went off to get your bags.

With the biggest majority of the bags squeezed into the boot of the car the ones left over had to take up a seat in the back, leaving 1 less seat. “Y/n, you’re going to have to sit on Yunho’s lap, I’m sorry.” Seonghwa sighs after throwing the last bag into the car. “What? Why me?” You ask a little offended. “Well, you’re the smallest one out of all of us and since you’re rooming with Yunho why not?” You look over to Yunho, who was too busy talking to Mingi to hear you both, you let out a small groan in displeasure but decided not to argue any further. Seonghwa went over to break the news to Yunho before everyone got into the car, earning the same groan in displeasure from him. You and Yunho got stuck with the back seats with all the bags while everyone else was able to stretch out a bit more. This was going to be the longest drive either of you have been a part of. Yunho got comfortable in the seat first before you climbed onto his lap wriggling around slightly to get yourself comfy. “Please stop moving already.” Yunho hisses under his breath. “I’m trying to get comfy.” You complain back to him seeing how he was starting to lose his patience.

You didn’t really talk to each other during the start of the drive, you mostly joined the others in conversation, the usual jokes and small roasts back and forth, laughter filling the car and the complaints of the one being made fun of following suit. The conversation soon shifts to Jongho who was describing this really funny video he’d seen earlier and just had to show you, you all try to lean in closer to him to see the video play on his phone, but you struggle to get a good look, you shuffle forward slightly and hear Yunho give out a low quiet groan from beneath you and his hand lightly grip the side of your leg as you did so, at first you thought you hurt him so you quickly turned around to apologise only to see his brows furrowed and his eyes shut. His reaction confused you slightly but you decided to shrug it off still apologising to him before turning your attention back to the video.

The group conversation slowly died down as everyone trailed off into separate conversations. You started getting a little restless now, you’d only been in the car for an hour but your ass was going dead from lack of movement, you couldn’t help but shuffle around a little in an attempt to get some feeling back. “Y/n...You’re doing it again.” Yunho says between gritted teeth, eyes not leaving his phone screen. “My ass is dead I can’t help it.” You bite back as you continue to shuffle around. Your movements are halted when his hands grip your hips sturdying them in place. “I said stop.” You could see his cheeks start to go a light shade of pink, he was starting to get flustered. It was safe to say you were slowly growing bored, everyone in their own conversations while you’re sat there in silence, so seeing how flustered Yunho was getting you decide this was your chance to have some fun trying to see how far you could push him. “Make me.” You whisper to him while you slowly wiggled your ass on his lap again, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Meanwhile, unknown to you, you and Yunho were the topic of Wooyoung and San’s conversation. “So how do you think the trip will end for Yunho and y/n?” San quietly asked nudging Wooyoung. “Oh, I think it’s going to be great, it will go one of two ways I’m telling you, either they’ll kill one another, or, they’ll end up doing another form of fighting if you get what I mean.” Wooyoung raised his eyebrows as he said the last bit trying to make it a little more clear to San what he meant but ultimately failing as San looked back in confusion. “What do you mean?” His head tilted slightly as he tried to quickly dart his eyes from Wooyoung to you. “Oh come on San can’t you see it?” Wooyoung tried his best to keep his voice down as San still sits there clueless, “See what?” Poor San really had no idea, it seemed only Wooyound was able to see what he saw between you and Yunho. “Bro, can’t you see there is clearly sexual tension between them?” San’s eyes widened at the statement, he’d never noticed this and he found it absurd. “Tsk, come on Woo, you can’t be serious, they hardly talk when they’re actually on good terms and when they’re not one of them is ready to set a building on fire while the other is locked in it, how does that scream sexual tension to you?” He could see the wheels turning in Wooyoung’s head as he thinks back through all the encounters you and Yunho shared. “Have you not seen the way they look at each other even when they argue, wait no, ESPECIALLY when they argue, they have that look in their eyes like they’re about to rip each other’s clothes off there and then. They get on each other’s nerves to get the other’s attention, they’re clearly into each other but they just don’t know it yet.” Wooyoung smirks to himself, proud over what he just said, San on the other hand, still doesn’t agree. “Woo, I think you’re looking into this a bit too much.” A small scoff comes from Wooyoung at this. “Do you wanna bet? I bet you by the end of this trip they’d have slept together.” Wooyoung crosses his arms as San looks at him with intrigue in his eyes. “You’re on, you think they’ll sleep together, I think they’ll get close to killing each other. Loser buys the other food for a month.” San holds his hand out to shake Wooyoung’s closing the deal between them.

All while the conversation between San and Wooyoung was happening you carried on riling Yunho up. You kept yourself pretty casual, staying on your phone scrolling endlessly through your social medias, every now and again you would slowly roll your hips, slow enough for you to go unnoticed by anyone but quick enough to elicit a reaction from Yunho. “Y/n, I will, I’ll kill you if you carry on.” You can’t help but smirk at his reactions, you loved getting on his last nerve and right now you seemed to be doing an amazing job, every time you rolled your hips his fingers would dig into your hips and his hands would press against you in an attempt to stop your movements. You carried on like this for a short while until you heard a low groan come from Yunho after yet another hip roll. Your eyes dart to him to see him with his eyes closed again but this time it was clear you didn’t hurt him as you felt him slowly harden beneath you. “Is someone getting a little flustered?” You whisper as you lean a little closer to him so no one could hear, you light breath on his ear sent a wave of goose bumps through his body and a small shiver escaped him. “No, now shut up.” His voice was slightly rougher and breathy as he tried to concentrate on anything other than the friction you were creating. You picked up your pace ever so slightly still trying to go unnoticed by the others. More low groans and growls left his mouth, he couldn’t hold them back, he loved the sensation the friction was giving him. You let out small giggles every time he reacted to your movements, you were enjoying yourself and as much as you would hate to admit it you found his noises rather attractive, you got slightly turned on yourself knowing you were the cause of his groans and frustration. “You enjoying yourself there.” You couldn’t help but make the comment, the sounds were music to your ears, so sweet. “You’re on your worst behaviour you know that.” His words now coming out in small sighs. You were going to make another comment before you were cut short by Hongjoong. “We’re here!” He announced as he pulled up to a rather nice hotel.

Everyone clambered out of the car eager to stretch their legs. Before you got out yourself you gave Yunho’s flushed cheeks a few small pats and leaned in slightly to whisper, “So cute.” into his ear before hopping off his lap and out the car, that comment was the last straw for him, something in his mind snapped, part of him felt he was crazy but the other was so high with how much he enjoyed all of this. He took a moment to compose himself before joining everyone else in collecting the bags. With suitcases in hand you all made your way into the lobby to check in, Yunho keeping pretty far behind everyone. With room keys in hand you all make your way to your designated rooms. Luckily, your rooms were in a row, one by one telling everyone to have fun unpacking, pulling out the keys from your pocket, fighting to get into the room before Yunho to get the better bed, and get set up, to deal with the little space he'll have to have. Seconds later, you hear a sigh from behind you, as you fold your clothes and putting them in the side of the wardrobe that you dibbed in your head, trying your best to ignore Yunho who rolls his eyes, not saying much as he throws his suitcase on the bed, before sitting next to it. After putting all of your belongings away and getting settled into the room a message pops up in the group chat from Seonghwa inviting everyone down to the hotel bar for a drink to kick off the first night of vacation right. You simply glance over to Yunho to see what his response to the text is to which he simply got up from the bed and walked out, you took that as he was down for drinks and quite frankly so were you.

You’re reunited with the rest of the group at the bar and you feel a little weight get lifted off your shoulders, rooming with Yunho is going to be a lot more difficult than what you had originally expected, there was so much tension, what type of tension you don’t know but it was there and it was heavy. You were greeted first by Mingi who passed you your first drink of the night, you thanked him with a big smile and started talking, mostly about how nice the hotel is and discussing what the possible plans for the next day would be. Drinks with the Ateez boys went just how you’d expect it to go, Wooyoung, Jongho and Hongjoong are progressively getting louder while Seonghwa and Yeosang are loosening up a bit and coming out of their shells, it was all great fun. You all stay at the bar for a few hours you’re careful not to have too much to drink since you don't want to spend the first day of your vacation hungover, you decide to switch from the alcohol and go for a simple coke as you get up to go to the bar, not realising you’re being followed. You lean against the bar as you wait for your drink when you feel a presence behind you. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re playing at.” A familiar low voice said from behind you, you turn around eyes met with Yunho, his cheeks a little pink from the one drink he’s had. “What are you talking about?” You ask genuinely confused. “Don’t play dumb with me, that little stunt you pulled in the car and now giving me the eyes from across the table I know what you’re playing at and you might want to be careful.” His voice low so the others wouldn’t be able to hear him, his eyes looking you up and down as if he was contemplating something. You did admit to yourself, you knew what he was talking about and you were not sorry about any of it, you really wanted to see how much he could take before he snaps, if you had to room with someone who half the time you couldn’t stand you might as well have some fun with it. “And why would I do that?” You tone becoming cocky in an attempt to push even more of his buttons. “Because if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to the bed, and that’s a promise.” His response had you taken aback slightly but you’d be lying of you said you didn’t like it. “Hey, when in Rome.” You say with a wink taking your drink from the bar and heading back. “We’re not in Rome.” You turn on your heels and flip him your middle finger before getting back to the group and continuing your antics.

The drinks session didn’t last too much longer since Jongho went a little wild and ended up passing out in his chair, as soon as this happened you all decided to call it a night. Mingi is the first to leave as he throws his passed out roommate over his shoulder and says his goodbyes, the rest of you are close to follow suit once you all finish your last drink and all head up as a group. You and Yunho say goodnight to everyone as they all go off into their rooms as you walk to yours at the end. The last goodnight was to Seonghwa was was next door to you and Yunho, you both give a small wave as he enters his room. As soon as Seonghwa’s door clicked shut you felt Yunho roughly grip you by the wrist throwing you to the wall and caging you in with his arms either side of your head. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” His eyes were dark and voice quiet still well aware you’re only a few feet away from Seonghwa’s room. “I don’t know what you mean.” You reply in an overly innocent voice clearly showing you knew. “I thought I warned you what would happen if you tried me, are you sure you can handle this?” His face inching closer and closer as he spoke until he was so close his breath was fanning your face. “Such bold words, I’d like to see you put them into action.” There was no hesitation from Yunho his hands gripping the sides of your face pulling you into a rough kiss. Neither of you broke the kiss as you backed your way to the door of your room, fumbling in your pockets for the key and only breaking away to unlock the door.

Once in the room Yunho moved his hands to your hair grabbing fistfuls as he guided you to one of the beds. The back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall back taking Yunho with you, his hands were everywhere on you, endlessly roaming until he got brave sliding one hand under your shirt, one hand cupping your breast while the other held you down by your hip. You let out a small gasp against his lips as you started to feel his slowly start to grind against you sending electricity up your spine. You could already feel yourself melting into every touch you received, lust clouding your mind, you couldn’t help but let out small whimpers every time you felt the friction between you needing more. “Y...Yunho.” You lightly pant to him hardly breaking the kiss, he bit your lip lightly in response. “Yunho...get on with it...I need more.” This earned you a smirk in return as he broke away from your face and stopping all movement. “You decided to be a fucking tease earlier, consider this a lesson.” You furrow your brows at him bucking your hips to get some sort of friction back. Seeing you like this under him set of a lightbulb in his head, he was going to give you exactly what you wanted, just not in the way you imagined it.

His hands found his way to your shorts, pulling them from you along with your underwear at a painfully slow speed, you couldn’t help but let out small cries, begging for him to speed up. Once your lower half was bare and he’d taken in the sight of you already soaked, he brought his face back to yours as his fingers glided through your folds so lightly he was barely touching you. You gave out another small gasp finally thinking you’re getting somewhere. “Please Yunho.” You’re voice now whiny and desperate. His finger found your clit and started running excruciatingly slow circles, he was being such a tease, he knew how badly you wanted him right now but he was still pissed at you from the car, this was his revenge, he was going to rile you up to the point you’re endlessly begging for him. Your eyes pleading for more, tears pricking at the corners threatening to escape. Giving into you a little more he dips two fingers into you curling them ever so slightly hitting your sweet spot making you see stars. “R...Right there.” Your speech broken and almost inaudible. Not yet done with his torture he still continues the slow pace he’s had since the start. At this point you’re crying out for him practically screaming at him. “Go on beg for it, you look so pathetic like this, beg for it like the teasing little bitch you are.” He growls into your ear before giving it a harsh bite. “P...please Yunho...I...I’m sorry...I’ll be good...I promise...Just please.” Your pleads drove him crazy, turning him on more than anything in his life, your pleads were enough on their own to make him cum if you carried on, so he gave in, no warning, mercilessly pumping into you, curling his fingers at just the right time and using his thumb to run circles around your clit adding the perfect amount of pressure. You could feel yourself starting to come undone, your eyes rolling back as you felt the knot in your stomach quickly building, you were almost there, then...nothing.

“What the fuck Yunho.” You snap out of breath. “You really thought I was going to let you cum that easily?” A smirk covering his face feeling rather pleased with himself seeing the state you were in because of him, a begging, crying mess, finally even with you. He backed away from you slightly removing his clothes letting himself spring free from all of his confines. After following suit, removing what was left of your own clothes your eyes widened at the sight as you sat up to touch him only to be met with a hard shove as you fell back to the bed to watch him slowly crawl his way up to you. You couldn’t hold anything back anymore, you grabbed handfuls of his hair pulling him into you your lips lightly brushing past his and dotting kisses from his jaw down to his neck. The small groans that came from him were bitter sweet, you couldn’t get enough, you bit down lightly on his neck earning a small hiss from him as his fingers dug into your waist. Your bites got harsher as you combined them with small sucks and kisses, you weren’t going to stop until you left your mark on him in the form of a dark purple bruise. “Shit.” He groans into your ear clearly enjoying the slight pain, the whole situation got to his head and before you both know it he’s completely inside you, his hips connecting with the top of your thighs. Your actions completely stop as you let out a moan that seemed to bounce off all four walls and before you could go back to your mark your head is pulled back hard by your hair making you look into his eyes. “Do you see what you do to me? You piss me off so much looking the way you do, every time I see you I just want to turn you into my fuck toy.” Your nails dig into his arms at his words, the way he talked down to you drove you insane, he was so hot when he was like this and you’re sorry you didn’t think of teasing him sooner.

The next half an hour you were both moaning and grunting messes, taking in every inch of each other, no part left untouched as his harsh thrusts hit you in all the right places, the pull he had on your hair sending all new waves of pleasure through you and your nails clawing into his back as he ruined you he’d him mumbling curses into your ear followed by deep growls and breathy cries. The stars returning to your vision as you feel the knot once again build up in your stomach, his movements not faltering in the slightest bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. “Fuck...I’m..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your mind hazy as you were about to become undone. Yunho’s lips met yours once again. “Cum for me, I’m close too.” His low pants against your lips were enough to send you over the edge, your nails digging even harder into his back you were sure you left marks. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and the overstimulation quickly creeping up on you as he kept up his pace. “Y...Yunho...Too much.” You cried out now overly sensitive. “Just a while longer.” His hips finally losing their rhythm as his high washes over him. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he let out low growls riding out his own orgasm as you hold him close.

Once you had both slightly recovered he fell to the side of you, both of you panting and sweaty sticky messes, but neither of you cared, you were so fucked out all you could think about right now was sleep. Unexpected to you Yunho pulls you into him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “Yunho?” You started but was cut off by him shushing you. “Just shush, let me stay here.” You couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way to your face. Maybe Yunho wasn’t as bad as you thought.

The next morning you woke up still tangled in Yunho’s arms, for some reason it felt natural, like you’ve been waking up like this for years. You quickly check the time before rolling over to see him still asleep. You lightly tap his nose until he wakes up with a dazed look on his face. “Hmm? What?” His voice rough with sleep. “It’s time to get up.” You lightly sing to him still tapping his nose. “What time is it?” His eyes wander the room in search of the clock. “10am, we need to meet the guys downstairs in 45 minutes so come on.” You slowly get up and pat him on the side to follow.

Everyone was already in the lounge waiting for the two of you to appear, Jongho didn’t look too great, he was slumped in a chair, sunglasses on experiencing possibly the worst hangover he’ll ever have in his life. You and Yunho finally walk through the door and everyone quickly greets you while Hongjoong gets started on the plans for the day. While you’re listening to Hongjoong, Wooyoung is frantically slapping San’s arm. “What!?” San hisses quietly to Wooyoung. “Look!” Wooyoung’s eyes were wide as he pointed in Yunho’s direction, pointing out to San the dark purple hickey you’d left on Yunho’s neck the night before. San’s eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turns back to Wooyoung. “See I fucking told you, sexual tension, I mean I didn’t think they’d fuck on the first night but who cares I won the bet.” He couldn’t hold in his excitement over free food for a month, he was jumping and giggling like a child while San stood there groaning at the younger. Wooyoung’s sudden jumping caught your attention as you look over in his direction making eye contact with him. He shot you knowing eyes wiggling his eyebrows at you as he darts his eyes between you and Yunho. You’d completely forgotten about the mark but you shot Wooyoung a wink in response as he lost his shit entirely.

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hyuckilstan · 3 years

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What we could do - P.Sh

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: unprotected sex(do not practice this), fingering, slight overstimulation, praising, dirty talk, petnames (sweetheart, princess, babygirl).(that's basically it, it's just smut, nothing too much)

Wc: 1.4k words

Summary: Your brother and his friends left you home alone with Park Seonghwa, what would you possibly do?

a/n: It's so rushed lmao but enjoy ;-;

Park Seonghwa, Park fucking Seonghwa.

The man who did not give you a rest at all every time he came over, you get that he is one of your brother’s best friend, but he shouldn’t have the audacity to be this disrespectful. By that.....I mean the way his silky hair falls perfectly on his forehead, the way his tight jeans hugged his thighs deliciously, plus the way he would lick over his lips. Oh my god.

Just like other nights, you expected all of Jongho’s friends to come over again, but guess not. Apparently Yeosang and Yunho had a project due tomorrow which they could’ve finished a week ago (like mate stop procrastinating), Mingi stayed at home as he wasn’t feeling too well, Jongho volunteered to look after him and and San and Wooyoung went out on a date because Woo wanted to check out the new carnival.

So you were left with your brother’s friend Hongjoong, and his other hot friend Seonghwa, not like his other friends weren’t, they all were incredibly good looking, you could say that you’re in a whole ass fanfiction. But Seonghwa was captivating, he had this charisma you couldn't quite place, his flirty nature did not help.

As you walked in the kitchen, you saw Hongjoong run towards the front door, “Oh Y/N, I’m off to the carnival, San lost that demon child. You’re okay with staying with Seonghwa right?” he said after he saw you follow him, of course not! how can you leave me with Park Seonghwa! “Ye-yeah of course, stay safe.” You took a big gulp as you head to where Seonghwa was, not even remembering why you went there.

“Oh hey princess, where’s Hongjoong?” fuck, what is up with him and the pet names. I’m doomed. “San lost Woo” nothing more was needed to be said, he nodded to your answer.

“Why are you still standing, sit,” he tapped on the free seat next to him on the couch, it felt as if you were the guest. “What? Wanna sit on my lap instead?” he teased after not getting any response from you, you looked at him with wide eyes and he laughed, “I was just kidding, that was cute though,” he laughed once again and you finally sat down in a stiff position.

Seonghwa noticed your manner and he raised a brow, “Are you uncomfortable around me? Do you hate me or something?” he asked which made you baffled, no....there was no way you would hate him but the fact that he could make your panties soaked by one glare.

“N-No! I mean uh there’s no way I would. I mean you’re....” he couldn’t bother to hear the rest of your incoherent sentence, you were so close to him, he couldn’t help but stare at your lips. You froze as Seonghwa’s pillow soft lips pressed on yours gently.

He soon realised his actions when he saw you cover your lips with your hand, of pure shock, your cheeks and ears burning up. “Oh shit sorry, I made you uncomfortable just now didn’t I-” not even thinking straight you were kissing him, as if doing that was the last thing you could ever do, but your thinking was led by your hormones at this point.

Seonghwa was taken aback when you kissed him suddenly, but soon his shocked parted lips formed into a smirk as he bit your lips to slip his tongue in. You moaned in the kiss and hovered over him, straddling him.

He pulled away from the kiss, “Eager aren’t we?” a tent forming in his already tight pants when he heard you whine, practically dry humping him at this point. He sucks in a shaky breath as he takes in the scene before him.

Your face already looking so fucked up, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. He wished he didn’t remember that Jongho was your brother just now, “Y/N....are you sure? I mean Jongho-” he let out a groan as you answered by rubbing your clothed clit directly onto his clothed dick.

“okay princess, remember, you asked for this,” he said leaning over to kiss you again while taking off your shirt, immediately sucking on your breasts that were in display for him, “Hwa,” he hummed against your skin and you ran your fingers through his hair, you could feel his smirk as you tugged on his shirt.

You let out a yelp as he flipped you over on your back, he pulled back to take off his shirt displaying his gorgeous abs, you caressed his abs and looked at him with pleading eyes, “Fuck me, please,” you begged, “Fuck, princess....” he cursed under his breath.

Soon your skirt and panties and his jeans that were getting too tight for his liking were out of the way, “Oh so wet for me,” he cooed, the amount of wetness really was embarrassing, he started fucking two of his fingers into you and you could hear the lewd wet sounds, he watched as you squirmed under him, already falling apart on his fingers alone, he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

“Oh what’s this?” he said as you weakly made an attempt to reach the waistband of his own underwear, “Please hwa- I want you inside me, fuck me,” “Pretty girl wants me to fuck her? Destroy her cute little pussy?” you nodded weakly, “Well ok since you asked nicely,” he showed a warm smile, taking off his underwear he rubbed the tip in your entrance, and chuckled when you whined, both of you let out sounds of pleasure when he finally entered, waiting for your approval Seonghwa stayed like that.

“M-move Hwa,” that’s all he needed to start snapping his hips to yours in a fast pace, the room was filled with sounds of wetness, skin slapping, and moans and groans.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to get more access. You were fucked up, tears falling from the corner of your eyes, smudged all over your face at this point, the view was like straight out of a porno.

When your moans got louder he would lean down next to the side of your head and nibble on your ear and whisper that you needed to quiet down in the most dirty ways, “Sweetie quiet down, what if our friends see us....or do you want that? Getting caught by our friends as their best friend is fucking you in the living room.

Hmm?” he said and reaching down one of his hands to rub on your clit, your only response was the way you clenched tightly around, “Hwa I’m gonna-” “Go ahead” with the approval you came around his cock.

He still continued fucking you, chasing his own high. You whined at the overstimulation, “Wait sweetheart, be a good girl for me,” he flipped you over again with your ass up in the air. “Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me Y/N.”

He slipped his hard cock in your already sensitive cunt once again and thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow, you cry out not caring anymore whether someone heard you or about the fact that anyone could come in.

“I’m close babygirl, you’re being so good for me,” he said, his thrusts getting sloppier. With one last thrust he pulled out and came on your back, he went to kiss you again and you collapsed down on the couch too tired.

He giggled, picking up your body and carrying you bridal style, and to your bathroom, he sat you down in the bathtub and turned on the water. “I’ll be right back,” he kissed you forehead and went to Jongho’s bathroom to grab one of his bath bombs. When he came back with one of the bath bombs, you looked up in a tired manner, smiling at him. You watched as he dropped the bath bomb, in awe how it bubbled up and dissolved in the water like a kid who had never seen it yet.

He giggled again and settled himself behind you, your back against his chest, you leaning on him half asleep, “You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N,” he complimented and he could feel that you were blushing although he couldn’t see you. Both of you relaxed, that was...until.....

“What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK!” The loud shouting of the familiar voice surprised you, “Wooyoung!-” the boy already jolted out of the bathroom and shutting the bathroom door loudly. And 5 seconds later you could hear your brother’s own scream of shock. Both of you looked at each other and laughed.

“I think I’m about to become one of those apples.”

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lovely-ateez · 2 years

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I Hate That For You~

ꕥPosted: 3/30/22

ꕥGenre: Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Roomate!Wooyoung

ꕥWord count: 2.8k

ꕥWarnings: Pwp, Wooyoung is an asshole, reader is really going through it, yelling (from reader to Wooyoung and from Wooyoung to reader) language, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), it’s sweet at the end tho-

ꕥTaglist: @cappujinho @bobateastay @nevieatiny @onceonafullmoon

ꕥA/N: Reminder that this is a work of fiction. Please be kind to your roommates!

“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT OUR COOKING PANS?” You yelled from the kitchen floor, rummaging through the cabinets.

You heard a disembodied voice ring out from your shared bedroom, matching your anger, “I LITERALLY DON’T EVER USE THEM! YOU HAD THEM LAST!”

“YEAH I KNOW YOU DON’T USE THEM THAT’S WHY OUR ROOM IS FUCKING LITTERED WITH TAKEOUT TRASH!”

You hated your roommate. He was loud and obnoxious and overwhelmingly rude. If you had the money, you would’ve moved out of the apartment ages ago. You had never been a particularly aggressive person before you met him, but every snide comment from him made you want to punch him. Alas, as a college student all of your money went towards tuition and food, and you were unfortunately stuck with him.

“I don’t know why you hate him.” Your friend San asked one night, “Have you seen Wooyoung? He’s gorgeous. Honestly if you don’t hop on that I will.”

You scoffed, “I couldn’t care less what he looks like. His personality is shit, he’s a slob, he brings a different girl home to fuck almost every weekend—not quietly, might I add—and is always mean to me. Am I supposed to just discount that because of his looks?”

“I just don’t get it. He’s always nice to me when I come over.” San propped a hand under his chin, a small pout on his lips.

“He’s seemingly nice to everyone except me.”

“And you really don’t know why that is?” San asked, eyebrows furrowing.

You took a sip of your iced tea, looking at him with exhaustion, “Not a damn clue.”

You heard Wooyoung loudly stomp out to the kitchen. Annoyed, you craned your neck to face him, “What do you want?”

“Quit making so much goddamn noise, would you? I’m working on something important.”

“Oh, like what?” You gave a bitter laugh, “Seducing your next girl toy for this weekend? Because you certainly aren’t cleaning your side of the room.”

“At least I have sex! Maybe that’s why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

Your eyes widened, an overwhelming feeling to crush his skull coursing through you. As you stood you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and you would’ve laughed in any other situation.

“Out.” You uttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s face contorted to an expression of confusion, then offense. No doubt a second away from firing back with some rude comment.

You took one step closer to him, noticing the way his eyes drifted downward to your hand tightening on the spatula you were grasping.

“I said.” Two steps closer, “Get. Out.”

To your surprise he didn’t fight back. Wooyoung pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth and left out a breath, nodding and walking to the door, slamming it on his way out.

The instant he was gone you crumbled. Falling to the floor you began to sob. You were hungry, stressed, and beyond exhausted. Your head throbbed as it always did when you were around him, somehow even worse this time. If you had the energy to feel sexually frustrated, you probably would’ve felt that, too. You didn’t want to admit it—and you hadn’t to anyone but yourself—but you did find him attractive. Very attractive. And you cursed yourself for that.

And okay yeah, maybe you hadn’t had sex in a long time and yeah maybe your resolve for fighting your feelings about him was starting to crumble, but you couldn’t admit that to him. You’d survived living with him for three months and you could make it one more, just until the semester was over.

The tears streaming down your face made it almost impossible to see anything, but you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter regardless. You texted San, begging him to come over.

In record time, you heard a knock at your door. Pulling yourself together, you got to your feet and slowly put one foot in front of the other.

Prying the door open, you were greeted with a sympathetic face, “What did he do this time?”

You led San to the couch. Shutting your eyes out of frustration and willing the tears to stop, you grabbed a pillow and held it tight to your chest. In between hiccups and sobs you retold the event, a few stray tears streaming down your face as you did so.

“Oh sweetie,” San wrapped you into a tight hug and let you bury your head into his shoulders, taking all the time from him you needed.

“How about we go out?” He asked, wiping a tear from your cheek, “We could go shopping or get boba or do whatever you’d like.”

You nodded, eager to do anything to get away from your apartment. And so, you left with San, spending the day ignoring the homework glaring your direction and sipping on far too expensive boba. By the time the sun was setting, you sighed, knowing you’d have to face Wooyoung once more.

“Think you’ll be okay?” San asked as you sat in his car outside your apartment.

“I’m gonna have to be. I have to go back sooner or later.”

San nodded, pulling you into a hug once more. “If he pulls any bullshit, I swear to god give me a call and I’ll beat his ass.”

You smiled at your friend. “Thanks, San.”

You felt dread creep over your body as you opened the car door and walked up to your apartment. You closed your eyes as you unlocked the door and pressed on the knob to open the door. Walking in, you saw Wooyoung propping his feet up on the table in front of the couch. A TV show you didn’t recognize was on screen.

“Oh god you’re back.” Wooyoung sighed, “I was really hoping you’d leave me alone for a while after yelling at me this morning.”

Feeling completely drained, your voice came out in a whisper. “Why are you so fucking mean to me?” You didn’t realize why his expression softened until you felt a few tears begin to run down your cheek. Again.

His voice was more gentle this time, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you crying for the first time. “You’re mean to me, too.”

“Because I have to be! How else am I supposed to react when you call me a bitch or say mean things to me? Am I supposed to just take it?” You walked closer to him, determined to prove your point.

Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair. He stood up and took several steps towards you, his other hand resting on his hip. “You want the truth?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know how to act around you.”

Your brows furrowed, “And? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I try to piss you off because you’re really hot when you’re mad, but I don’t know when I take it too far or how to stop.” His eyes darted between yours, gauging your reaction.

You blinked, not fully processing his words. “Then why do you bring girls home every weekend?”

His eyebrows narrowed, “Because I’m trying to make you jealous! It’s obviously not working!”

“Yeah obviously!” You crossed your arms, trying to hold onto the remaining anger you had, but you couldn’t help but notice what San had been talking about earlier. His sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, the way his tight clothes hugged his fit body...his plump lips which were looking far, far too soft at the moment.

Wooyoung noticed your staring and moved a hand to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“Kiss me.” He ordered.

“What?” You asked with much less conviction than you intended. You could feel your anger fading, being taken place by the fire igniting in your lower abdomen.

His face became more serious, “If you don’t want this, say so and we’ll pretend it never happened. I’ll understand.”

Slight panic set in, and in fear that you’d never get another chance, you kissed him hard. He instantly returned the kiss, letting go of your jaw and running his hands down the sides of your body. You shivered, his actions fanning the desire within you.

He chuckled darkly, “Cute.”

You whimpered and reached down to wrap your hands around his belt, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh. You’re gonna be patient, understood?”

“I don’t have to be anything.”

“Then I’m not gonna help you get off. You want that? Hmm”

You whined, reluctantly shaking your head. Wooyoung bit your lip and pushed you to sit down on the couch.

“Take your shorts off.”

You didn’t want to question how quickly you became submissive to him, or how desperately you wanted him inside you, because you couldn’t. Part of you felt like you couldn’t even fully process everything that was happening. You just wanted him to touch you, please you, give you something.

He smirked when you tossed your shorts to the side, eyes lingering on the blue lace panties you were wearing. He placed his arms on either side of you, lips beginning to dance down the side of your neck, taking in how you squirmed beneath him.

Wooyoung placed a few sloppy kisses on your neck that left you whining before leaning in close to one of your ears, “You’re completely soaked. Do I turn you on that much, princess?”

You closed your eyes, nodding eagerly.

“Use your words. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

You felt his fingers lightly brush the inside of your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to touch you, but never reaching it.

“Please.” You begged, out of breath even though he had barely touched you.

“Please what?”

You opened your eyes, “Please touch me. I need you so bad.”

He growled and ran a finger along your clothed slit, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Tell me,” He whispered, voice becoming deeper by the second, “How long has it been for you? A month? Two?”

You shook your head, “Over a year.”

“Ah,” Wooyoung chuckled, “This will be fun, then. Won’t it?”

“You better not draw this out.” You said, not at all sounding threatening.

“Oh darling, don’t tempt me.”

You huffed, removing a hand from his neck and running it down his chest before slightly dragging your hands over his clothed erection. His breathing sped up and you smiled.

Cute, you thought.

As if he could read your thoughts, one of his hands slipped under your panties, fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit. You gasped, your hand halting it’s movements as you felt my brain fog over, legs already twitching slightly.

Wooyoung’s lips moved back to your neck, quickly finding your most sensitive spots and kissing them repeatedly. He pulled away to remove your shirt, then bra. Before you instinctively went to cover your chest, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand toying with the other. Your back arched as you moaned his name, weaving your hands through this hair. His free hand once again returned to your core, playing with the clothed bud.

“Oh for the love of god take them off.” You complained, surprised when he actually slid your panties down your legs.

His dark orbs remained on your heat before flicking up to your eyes, “You’re so pretty, you know? I had no doubt you’d have a pretty pussy, too.”

You flushed, feeling embarrassed only temporarily before you felt his fingers brush over your slit, embarrassment disappearing as you watched as he lowered his head and took your clit in his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud.

“Wooyoung-g fuck. Don’t stop!”

He chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you further. He pushed a digit into you, curling it as he did so, soon pressing another in.

“F-feels good. Better than my—fingers.”

“You touch yourself, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned, “When you’re not here.”

“Such a shame. Why don’t you ask me for help next time, mmm?”

His cocky tone both pissed you off and turned you on, both he was becoming very good at. “Shut up and eat me out, Wooyoung.”

He growled, a borderline primal noise that caused a whine to leave your lips, “Say please.”

Before you could say a word, he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. Bending down to ear, he spoke again, “Say please, my princess.”

Your resolve was wearing, and at this point you didn’t care what you said or how pathetic you sounded, as long as he got you off.

“Please!”

Wooyoung smiled and moved back to your core, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive areas. You’d lost count of the amount of times you had moaned his name and begged for him to continue, but you didn’t care. You only cared about release and you were so, so close. You knew he could tell, too, based on his movements.

“Let go for me, y/n.”

As you felt your release, Wooyoung rubbed small circles on your thighs, smiling at you sweetly.

“Take me into the bedroom. You’re not fucking me on this couch.” You managed to say through ragged breaths.

“You’re hot when you try to boss me around.”

“I’m hot all the time, fuck you.”

He let out a full laugh—why had you never noticed his dimples before?—and began leaving kisses along your neck again.

You sighed, “Okay this is absolutely unfair.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, before continued his actions.

“You’ve still got all your clothes on.”

He smiled, “Guess we’ll have to fix that then.”

Without a word he picked you up, carrying you princess style to your bedroom, plopping you on the bed.

“Why do we have to fuck on my bed?”

“We don’t have to fuck at all if you-”

“No wait, wait I’m sorry.” You pleaded, desperation taking over.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding the rest of his clothes before climbing on top, eyes devouring every inch of you.

“You should stop wearing shirts. Like for good.” You traced your hands down his abs, watching him chuckle.

“You should just never wear clothes again, beautiful.” He leaned down to your ear, breath tickling your skin, “Are you ready, baby girl?”

You nodded.

“That’s not a yes.”

“Christ. Literally just fuck me please!”

Flipping you on your stomach, he grabbed your ass and raised it in the air. Wordlessly he entered you, groaning as he stretched you out. You felt his nails grip hard into your ass, but you could hardly care as his continuous motions were making your eyes roll back.

Stings of moans and pleads left your mouth, muffled by the bedsheets as he endlessly left you breathless. In the few moments that you were able to have conscious thoughts, you wondered if this was like drugs were like. You felt intoxicated, completely out of breath. And you wanted like hell for it not to stop.

You let yourself give into him fully. Letting go of all the tension and stress you’d built up for months.

What a place you’ve ended up with him. You let out a small laugh, knowing your friends would never believe you were fucking the man who had made your life hell for so long.

“You laughing at me?” Wooyoung asked, confused.

You turned to look at him. He was as beautiful as ever. His tan skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat, his usually styled hair a mess.

“You’re a lot more tolerable like this, you know?” You jabbed at him with a laugh.

Wooyoung laughed, picking up his pace as he found your clit and began to toy with it, “So are you, dear.”

In an instant, without any warning it seemed, you were cumming hard. His name was falling from your lips with incoherent moans. His motions continued as he rode you out through your orgasm before you pulled him away from sensitivity.

“You still gonna yell at me after all that?” You asked in a half-joking manner.

Wooyoung let out a groan, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled his head against your neck. “Not if you don’t yell at me first.”

You were silent, weighing on whether to ask the question in your brain, afraid of the answer. “Do you…do you regret it?”

Wooyoung looked taken aback, his face scrunching in confusion. “No, god no. Why?”

“I mean we weren’t exactly close before.”

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling in thought. “No, not exactly. But,” He sat up beside you, running his fingers along your face, “I’d like to try to be. If that’s alright with you.”

Your heart fluttered. And for once, you let it. “I’d really like that.”

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

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The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

___

The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

____

It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

____

This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

____

You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

____

You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

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treasure-hwa · 3 years

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track 6. SHE'S THE ONE

feat: seonghwa x fem reader

release date: february 15th 2022

genre: SO MUCH FLUFF

word count: 1163

author's note: I love this one! It may seem kinda rushed (because it was), but please enjoy and give it love!! <3 it is one of my favorite songs <3 also, I know the picture is shitty, but consider I made it very quickly and I was sleepy

All About Luv Day Masterlist

— Park Seonghwa! If you don't tell her this Valentine's Day about your feelings, I swear I will-

— What he's trying to say, Wooyoung, is that he is afraid of how she would take his confession-

— Thanks, Yeosang.

— Because he is a coward! C'mon, Seonghwa! Go for it!

— But! What if she says no and hates me?!

His friend sighed and San patted his back.

— She's not gonna hate you. She'll understand.

Seonghwa rested his forehead on his arm, wanting to end the conversation, but all his mind could think of was the girl who had his heart, although she didn't know that yet. The thing was, he wanted to confess, he wanted to try, but she was one of his best friends and he didn't want to make things weird in case it went wrong, so he kind of friendzoned himself.

Oh, if only he knew.

— Seonghwa! Seonghwa!

He turned around following the sound of her voice and instantly melted with a smile. His mind made him see her running towards him with his name falling from her lips in slow motion and there was a light surrounding her, as if she was the only thing he could see. Actually, she was. If life was a cartoon, Seonghwa would have heart eyes and hearts around his head.

— Seonghwa?

His daydreaming was interrupted when the girl waved her hand right in front of his face, calling his attention.

— Hi — he said softly.

— Hi. So, I wanted to know if you're singing on the talent show.

— What?

— The talent show. Are you participating? I heard from someone you were, but I wanted to make sure.

— Well, yeah, I am. But I still don't know what I'll be singing.

— Whatever you sing, if sung with your heart, will be good. Don't worry. You have a great voice.

He smiled shyly and lowered his face, making his hair fall onto his eyes.

— You think?

— I know it. I've heard you singing before, remember?

He did. He remembered every praise she had given him that day in the karaoke. All of his friends complimented him, but hers were the one that stuck to him, probably because he had a crush on her and that night was the first time she had hung out with his friend group.

— I'm looking forward to hearing your song choice, Seonghwa — She patted his head. She couldn't resist his fluffy hair, it simply begged her to ruffle it whenever she got the chance. That simple act always makes Seonghwa extremely flustered, but pleased anyways.

— T-Thank you.

When she went away, her cheeks were warm, definitely not from the day's heat, and his were so blushed his friends made fun of him, nudging him and cooing over his in love face.

— Guys, I'll faint.

— No, you're not fainting on D-day — Hongjoong squeezed his shoulders.

— Didn't you mean V-Day? — Mingi chuckled, but no one followed his laughing, which made him serious again. — Because it's Valentine's day today… no? No one?

Seven pairs of eyes were on him, but Seonghwa's was the one burning holes in his soul.

— Mingi, please, I'm almost having a heart attack.

They heard Seonghwa's name being called on the mic and cheers, signaling people were expecting his show. However, he only wanted one person to listen to it.

— Go, Hwa. We'll make sure she watches you.

He nodded and took a deep breath of confidence, walking to the stage and introducing himself. Meanwhile, he saw his friends taking the front seats and pulling his crush with them, telling her she should watch him just like everyone else and not from the backstage where she was helping the crew. The shame…

— I… I wrote this song for someone special — he said, looking at the girl who looked at him with equal shining eyes. — I hope you like it.

So, as the song started, his singing also did. As much as Seonghwa wanted to sing looking at her, he couldn't so he closed his eyes and let his feelings guide him. I'm singing with my heart, is it good enough for you?

Since his eyes were closed, the boy couldn't see the adoring look the girl had towards him. Do you know the shivers you get when you hear a very pleasing sound? That was her. Her whole body shivered when he sang and her heart felt like it turned to a puddle.

For the entirety of the song, she wished the song was dedicated to her, because it dripped with a love so pure and innocent and he looked so angelic singing it, she was sure he was singing with his heart. He told on the song that she is the one he gets feelings from, how she makes him weak in the knees… something inside her kept telling her they were nothing but good friends, and she would have to support his relationship with someone else. This irritating voice though didn't stop her from going to the backstage to congratulate him.

— Seonghwa! You were perfect up there!

He smiled the way his nervousness let him and bowed his head a little to thank her.

— Also, that music was beautiful! And you wrote it yourself! I'm sure your special person knows they are very loved.

— Do you know?! — he blurted out and hid his mouth cutely with his hand.

— W-What?

He looked around to avoid her gaze, but he found his friends looking at him and they had their arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Except Yunho, who was shaking in excitement for his friend. That view was way more terrifying than confronting his crush.

— So… uhh — he moved his foot, but found nothing to touch. — Didn't you notice?

Her hands were behind her back, playing with her own fingers to distract herself.

— Notice what?

— I- The song- you know.

— Actually, Seonghwa, I don't.

He pressed his lips and shut his eyes before inhaling deeply and saying:

— The song is about you!

Even with the big inhale, he felt he had no air after he told her the secret he had been keeping for at least a year.

— You… you like me?

A breathless "yes, very much" came out of him after he lowered his head again. The girl did not hesitate in patting his hair and telling him:

— I like you too. A lot. I'm glad the song is about me. I was secretly hoping for that.

His head was up so fast it almost hit the poor girl.

— Wait! Seriously?!

She nodded, feeling embarassed, but so happy his feelings were the same. He quietly took her warm hands and whispered:

— Would you like to be my valentine?

Her answer came in the form of a quick peck to his cheek.

— I would love to.

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cocobeanncteez · 4 years

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ATEEZ San: The Calm After The Storm. (Oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Reader (fem)

Word count: 3.5k

Inspiration: Fifty Shades Freed

Warnings: profanities, alcohol, blood, guns, death, violence.

"What the fuck is this?!" you asked through gritted teeth, throwing the freshly printed photos at San's chest.

Your husband didn't have to look at them to know what you were talking about; his men had already reported to him that you watched the entire recording of him seducing his... target.

"Babe—"

"No, San!" you yelled, cutting him off. "This is the fifth fucking time!"

"But the other one time wasn't about this."

"The other three, now four times were!" he was really getting on your nerves.

"Why are you overreacting?" he questioned with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, you knew I had no choice."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. "I understand that you had to seduce her. I know that it's your job," you tried to say calmly, but your voice was rising. "What I don't understand is why you let her slip her fucking hand into your pants after you got the damn information that you wanted!"

San visibly gulped; he didn't expect you to be this angry. He thought he was well prepared to face you after mentally forming the situation in his head. He knew you'd be pissed, but not to this extent.

"I pushed her away though," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, after like, five minutes," you retort. "And the worst part was that you were clearly enjoying yourself in those five minutes! Do you know her or something?"

San sighed deeply, ignoring the question. "Babe, look, I'm sorry," he apologized, not sure about what else he could say to calm you down. Your husband took your hand in his. "I won't do it again, I promise."

You immediately ripped your hand away from his, rolling your eyes. "That's what you always say, San." He took a deep breath; you were testing his patience and he didn't like people doing that.

"San," you start, "How would you feel if you saw a guy kissing me and I get carried away and let him touch me?"

That struck him. Hard. He would hate it, obviously. San wouldn't even hesitate to put a bullet through the man's head if he touched you in any way.

San's silence gave you the answer. "That's what I thought," you snorted.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," San apologized again. "But I still had to do it and you know that."

"Whatever," you mumbled and turned around, heading to your room; he still didn't understand just how much it hurt you. It was already worse enough that you had to witness him kiss and touch all those women. But witnessing San let another woman touch him in the place where only you're allowed to, not only pissed you off, but also hurt you deeply. As the seducer of the mafia gang, he was literally trained to not get carried away; his only job was to get whatever information was needed. San was a very, very skilled seducer and you knew that damn well. Although he did get carried away a few times, he never let his targets touch him. So you couldn't understand why he let that happen now. You texted Yunho (your bestfriend and San's close friend) to ask about that woman, knowing that he would never lie to you.

Your anger increased when Yunho replied: "Oh, she hooked up with San a couple of times back in high school." You snorted in annoyance; so he let her touch him just because he knew her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone's notification going off. Your friends were planning to go clubbing tonight as it was a Saturday. You were going to decline, knowing that San wouldn't let you go if he wasn't with you, but you decided against it; you had a plan in mind and you knew it would work.

You ignored San the entire afternoon. He tried to talk to you but you didn't even spare him a glance. He sighed, leaving you alone to cool down.

"Where are you going?" San asked, looking at you from head to toe, while your four year old daughter, Minhee, played with some toy aeroplanes.

"Clubbing," you answered without looking at him.

"You're not going anywhere," San said through gritted teeth. "Especially not wearing that." You were wearing denim shorts and a black lace bralette that showed off your cleavage more than you'd usually prefer. You purposely chose this outfit, of course, and he knew that.

"You don't get to decide where I go and what I wear," you stated. You walked over to your daughter, placing a kiss on her head. "Minnie," you called her by her nickname. "Mommy will be back soon, okay?" you said to your little angel before walking out the door.

"Y/N! You finally came!" one of your friends yelled, already drunk. She takes your hand and drags you through the crowd of people to get to the bar on the other side. "Three tequila shots for my friend here!"

A while later, you noticed Wooyoung and Mingi at the entrance of the club; you knew San would end up here as soon as he asks Seonghwa or Hongjoong to look after your daughter for the night.

And you were right.

San entered the club, dressed in all black, looking fucking hot. You wanted to go up to him and ask him to fuck you till you see stars; however, you were still pissed and had a plan to execute.

You quickly downed your shots and pulled your friend to join your other friends who were dancing. You danced with them until one of your friends introduced you to some random guys. One of the guys, who you found really good looking, started to dance with you. You noticed San sitting on a barstool, watching everything. At that moment, the guy you were dancing with put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, making San nearly break the glass he was holding. Perfect. Your plan was working.

When you glanced at where San was seated, he wasn't there anymore. You glanced around, searching for him until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, dragging you away.

San dragged you downstairs where there were private rooms especially for him and his gang members as they owned this club. He took you to the room belonging to him, locking the door behind him.

"What the fuck were you doing?! How could you let him even lay a finger on you?!" your husband snarled through gritted teeth.

You snorted. "All he did was put his hands on my waist. At least he didn't slip them into my pants and touch me."

San now understood exactly why you did that; you were giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You moved to sit on the sofa, your legs starting to hurt from dancing so much. San kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on the bare skin of your thigh. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole, I know. But please understand that chick meant nothing to me. I didn't even know her."

You pushed his hands away from you. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," he lied.

"You hooked up with her in high school," you deadpanned.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He just fucked up again. "Y/N, I didn't mean to—"

You stood up from the couch. "No, fuck you, I'm done with you and your fucking bullshit," you snarled angrily, cutting him off, before making your way back to your friends.

"They might take this route instead, we can't predict what they'll do," Jongho said while moving around the meeting room; he was in charge of today's meeting on some mafia gang who had tried to hack into your gang's system to get information on your international drug deals.

During the meeting, your daughter's nanny called you. You declined the call, sending her a text that you were in a meeting. She called again and you ignored it, thinking she wouldn't have seen your message. When she called for the third time, you excused yourself from the meeting.

"I'm in a meeting, Jina, what is—"

"Mrs. Choi," she sobbed. "T-They took Minnie..."

"What?! Who?!" you felt your stomach churn uneasily.

"I-I don't know," Jina cried, "They beat me up at the park till I passed out and t-took her away. They said they would c-contact you."

"Where are you?" you asked.

"At a nearby hospital," she said. "An old couple brought me here."

"I'll be there in five," you said and hung up. You were just about to enter the meeting room, but an unknown number called you. You picked up, assuming it was your daughter's kidnappers since you never got calls from unknown numbers.

"You have a beautiful daughter, Choi Y/N," the man said. "I bet she would look even better with a slit throat, yeah?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" you asked, voice laced with venom.

The man chuckled. "It's simple, your fucking gang has to pay for my loss."

"Just tell me what the fuck you want!"

"Fifteen billion won in cash," he said. "That's the amount I lost because of you motherfuckers. Now listen to me carefully if you don't want your precious child dead. You aren't going to tell anyone about this. Not a word to your boss, Kim Hongjoong. Not a word to your pathetic husband, Choi San. I have eyes watching you, so don't try to act smart. I know you're having a meeting right now about a gang who tried to hack into your system." your eyes widened; how the fuck does this guy know? "I'm giving you three hours," he continued. "If you don't get the money within that time, I'll kill your daughter. Anyway, you'll find a black van waiting for you outside the bank. Your time starts now, Mrs. Choi. Tick tock, tick tock," he chuckled before hanging up.

"Fuck!" you yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. You ran your hand through your hair, trying to calm down; you felt like breaking down but you had to stay strong for your daughter. You wiped your tears before making your way back to the meeting room.

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling quite unwell," you mumbled, quickly collecting your stuff. "Please continue without me."

"Y/N, should I take you home?" San asked; you both still haven't made up from the fight you had a week ago. He tried to talk to you a few days ago, but it resulted in a bigger fight.

"No!" you half-yelled in frustration, startling some of the people in the room. "I'm fine," you said in a softer tone. You quickly left before San could follow you.

"Ah, Mrs. Choi, how can I help you?" the bank manager asked, taking a seat across you.

"I need fifteen billion won in cash," you stated, stunning the manager.

"Ma'am, that is a very large amount so cash isn't the best—"

"I need it in cash. It's really urgent," you said in an annoyed tone.

He gulped and nodded. "Please give me your national ID card."

You handed it to him, fiddling with your fingers while he entered your details into the computer system.

"You have a joint account with your husband, Choi San, correct?"

"Yes."

"Ma'am, we will need Mr. Choi's confirmation as he is the primary account holder."

You mentally cursed. "That won't be necessary," you stated, trying to control your anger.

The manager sighed. "All right, please give me a moment," he said before leaving the room.

You groaned in frustration, putting your head in your heads. You couldn't imagine what your little daughter was going through; you knew she would be scared to death. Your phone rang, interrupting your thoughts.

You declined the call when you saw it was your husband. When he called again, you had no choice but to pick it up, knowing he would keep calling you. "Hello?"

"Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you making such a huge transaction?" San questioned. You mentally cursed the bank manager for contacting San. "Y/N, answer me! What's wrong?" You just kept quiet, knowing you'd break down if you opened your mouth. You heard San take a deep breath. "Are you leaving me or something? Is this about the fights we've been having? I'm sorry about that, I know it was my fault and I don't deserve you, but please, let's talk about this," he begged, making your tears spill from your eyes. "Y/N, say something, please. Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't," you whispered, choking on a sob.

"Baby, please," he begged. "Don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you."

"I'm sorry, San."

There was silence on his end before he sighed. "Okay, take all the money you want," he said and hung up.

A moment later, the manager came into the room. "Ma'am, Mr. Choi has given his permission for the transaction. The procedure for huge cash transactions are of course different, so I need you sign a few papers and write a cheque. It'll take a little over half an hour to get the money in cash."

As soon as you got the cash, you called your daughter's kidnappers. "I assume you've got the money?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Good. You'll see a black van from across the entrance of the bank," he said and hung up.

You quickly made your way outside, easily spotting the van. You crossed the street and got into the van.

You couldn't recognize the driver and the other man in the passenger seat. Your daughter wasn't even here.

"Good job, Mrs. Choi," the man in the passenger seat said with a smirk; you recognized him as the guy on the call.

"Where's my child?"

"Relax," he grinned. "We're going to her right now." He glanced at the driver who nodded and started driving.

"Ah, give me your phone," the man said. "We don't need your husband tracking us." You hesitantly gave it and he switched it off.

After what felt like hours, you reached an old building. As soon as you got outside the car, you spotted your daughter tied to a wall, unconscious with a bleeding head.

"Minhee!" you yelled, running to her.

Before you could untie her, you felt an arm go around your neck, choking you. Even though you were trained to fight, you weren't the best at it. Nevertheless, you tried to free yourself. You kicked the man in the shin, making his grip around you loosen. You took that opportunity to bite his hand before turning around, punching him in the face. You kept punching him until two other men grabbed you. You managed to get one of them injured by repeatedly kicking his private area, but the other guy one was too strong. He easily picked you and threw you onto the concrete floor, making you bang your head and knee. You groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid running down your face. You pushed yourself to get up despite the excruciating pain you felt. His gun was pointed at you while he smiled. "Have a great time in hell, Choi Y/N."

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the man dropped his gun, clenching his hand in pain. A few more gunshots were fired at him, instantly killing him.

"Y/N!" you heard San scream. He picked you up in his arms bridal style, and you got a glimpse of his teary eyes.

"Min-Minhee," you murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Seonghwa's got her" was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

You slowly opened your ears, squinting due to the bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were in Yeosang's mini hospital at your gang's mansion. You turned your head to the side, spotting your husband reading some documents.

"San," you murmured, but it wasn't loud enough. "San," you raised your voice a little, coughing due to your extremely dry throat.

San immediately turned to you, eyes widening. "Y/N!" He quickly poured you a glass of orange juice since that was the first thing he saw. He helped you drink the juice, feeling so relieved to see you finally awake.

"How are you feeling, my love?" he asked, taking your hand in his.

"Where's Minhee?" you asked, panick clear in your eyes.

"Minnie is playing with Jongho and Yunho," San said, making you sigh in relief that your daughter was alive. "She's doing well. She got a few stitches, but it's healing quickly. Our daughter is very brave."

Your eyes teared up. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about—"

"Shh, don't," he cupped your cheek. "I understand why you did what you did, babe. I would've done that too. Anyway, we wiped out that entire gang and got the money back."

"What happened? How did you find me?"

"We killed all the four men and the other three who were hiding. One of them ran away to Japan, but Wooyoung and Mingi went there and killed him," San explained before getting a little nervous. "And um, don't be mad, but I put a tracker on your necklace."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Hey, see, it proved to be helpful!" he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Before you could reply, San placed his hand over your mouth. He took a deep breath while a wide smile spread on his face. "I also have some good news."

"What's the news?" you asked, voice muffled due to San's hand on your mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but the door burst open, revealing your daughter.

"Mommy!" she squealed, running to your bed, trying to get onto the bed that was too high for her.

San picked his daughter up, placing her beside you. "Be careful, angel. Mommy is still recovering." The little girl nodded at her father before looking at you.

"How you feel, mommy?" she asked.

"Much better, now that you're here," you replied, tickling her chin. Your daughter giggled, moving away from you. She placed her little hands on your stomach.

"Come out fast so that we can play!"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you glanced at San. "About that..." he chuckled, taking your hand in his. "We're having another baby. You're pregnant."

"W-What?" you gasped in shock. You and San had been trying to get another child for quite sometime now.

"Yeah," he giggled, kissing the back of your hand. "You're almost a month long and the baby is perfectly fine."

Happy tears streamed down your face while your hands moved to your stomach. San kissed your head before pulling away a little. "I know I've been getting on your nerves a lot, but thank you for blessing me with Minhee and now another baby," he mumbled. "I love you so much, my beautiful wife." He crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

"Eww!" your daughter squealed in disgust. "I'm going to tell uncle Jongho that you're kissing!"

San pulled away with a giggle before lifting his daughter into his arms, placing kisses all over her face while she squirmed around, laughing loudly.

You lovingly watched the two of them with a large smile on your face, and you couldn't wait for the future when your new baby would arrive, adding more happiness to your and your family's lives.

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Mafia!Ateez Reaction: Their Y/N is a spy from another gang; part 2

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➼ requested?: yes, but I lost the request

➼ genre: mafia au

➼ pairing: mafia!ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,1k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, hints of spanking, abuse, violence, degrading, humiliating, punching, punishments, pet names, death threads / mentions of death, dark themes,...

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

➼ A/N note: I don’t know how to feel about this but here you go. Oh and: there’s a tiny bit of fluff and angst included, enjoy!

➼ First part

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Park Seonghwa

Exactly one month has passed since Seonghwa caught you and brought you back. One month since you lost your family and friends. Seonghwa made sure that there were no survivors. Since the day he bought you back, you were locked in the basement, Seonghwa always making sure to give you your daily punishment. You slowly started to belive that he lost all his love for you and wanted you to die as slow and painful as possible. You tried everything to explain why you did what you did, even begging one of his men for help, but it was no use. When night time came around, Seonghwa entered the basement, same expression as usual. When he approached your chained figure, he pulled out a knife. You started to panic, hectically shaking your head. „Pshhh” He placed his left index finger on his lips. Tears started to split out of your eyes. This was it, he is going to kill you. When he went behind your back and grabbed your throat, you closed your eyes, not ready to die. He slowly traced the knife over your neck. The only thing that could be heard were your sobs but then Seonghwas chuckle broke the silence, your eyes opening again. „Dumb pet, did you really think I would kill you? I think I made you learn your lesson, no? Stop crying now, I don’t want your eyes to be puffy when we go out for dinner. Oh and Y/N, better appreciate my tolerance and start learning all the rules I’ve set for you once I bought you back up. Remember, it’s all up to me on how your live looks like. Now let’s go get ready, the car is already waiting.”

Kim Hongjoong

Your body felt sore, head spinning. You tried to reach out for your phone but your hands were tied on the bed. You closed your eyes. When you looked around, there was no sign of your lover. You thought about a way to free yourself but you knew it would be no use. You signed out loudly. You barely remembered the previous night, only knowing that you got beaten. Right at that moment, Hongjoong walked into your shared bedroom, with only a towel covering his lower body. „Good morning.” You didn’t respond, only staring at him. Hongjoong probably didn’t like your silence, that’s why he made his way towards you, angry mode on. „Was all the beating yesterday not enough, do you want me to beat you again?” You shook your head. „I’m sorry. Good morning.” A smile creeped on his face. „Good girl / boy.” He then please a soft kiss on your forehead, starting to talk again. „We will have a talk after the Meeting. Rest for a bit, I know I went a bit too hard on you yesterday but you deserved it. Sorry, doll. One of the maids will come and bring you some food. Be good until I return.”

Jeong Yunho

„Mr. Jeong Yunho, do you promise to be a lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” Yunho smiled. „I do.” Then it was your turn. „And do you Mr. / Mrs. Y/L/N Y/N, promise to be a lawfully wedded wife / husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does you apart?” You breathed out loudly, nodding your head. „I do.” You felt how Yunhos nervousness wanised away. „You may kiss each other now.” Was the last thing the priest said. Yunho did what he was told, immediately reaching out for you and placing a soft kiss on your lips. After your wedding, both of you made your way straight to his private jet, going on your planned vocation. „Are you exited?” You didn’t hear what he said, lost on your thoughts. „Y/N, I am talking to you.” „Hm?” He shook his head. „This is supposed to be one of the best days in your life but you don’t seem happy. What is wrong?” „I'm fine Yunho, I was just dreaming around.” Silence. „Is it because I killed your family and that they couldn’t come today?“ You slowly turned your head in his direction. „No Yunho, it was me who wanted their death. I wanted to prove my love for you and I am happy now, so don’t worry, baby. It’s just a bit overwhelming, you know, the marriage and stuff.” Your husband smiled at you again, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. „Good. I love you too baby and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Kang Yeosang

He took you down there and gave you a good long punishment. No, he didn’t use any tools, he punched you with his bare hands. Your face and body were bleeding, ass red and marked with his hand print. You cried. Not the fact that you got beaten hurts you more, but the fact that Yeosang himself did it. Never ever in your live did you think that he would pull something like this on you but then you realized, that he wanted to show you how he feels for what you’ve done to him. He wanted to make you feel the same way he feels. You will get over the pain of a punishment like this but you might never get over the pain that your heart is holding, I mean, how could he trust you ever again? There is a chance tho but you have to work hard for that and who knows how long it will take. No matter what it takes, you are ready to do it. At the end of the day, you two love each other, right? „You will never ever pull something like this again, is this clear?” You silently nodded your head. „Good, now get on all fours and follow me around, no matter where I go to. Don’t even think I care about humiliating you, dirty pet. Now let’s go, you don’t wanna disappoint me again, right?”

Choi San

After you two reached his mansion, he pulled you out by your hair and took you straight to his office. All you did was to cry. After watching you for a bit, he approached your kneeling figure and pointing his gun at you. „Was it worth it? To play with my feelings like that. Tell me! What did I do wrong, huh?! I’ve done nothing but love and protect you! You ungrateful whore!” Both of you were crying heavily, Sans head was red out of all the yelling. „Kill me, San. Please, kill me. I deserve it, now hurry.” Sans face went from angry-sad to desperat-sad. He started to cry even harder. „You know that I can’t. Trust me, I do want to kill you for what you’ve done, but fuck, I love you! I hate to love you but I do and I know that there was something between us! I had to be...” He sunk to he knees, both of you looked each other deep in the eyes. „Tell me you love me, Y/N. Tell me that what we had was real, that you do have feelings for me, too. Say that we will always stay together and that we will have a family in the future. Come on, say it!” You couldn’t even breath normally from all the crying but you wanted to tell him that he was right, you needed to. „I love you, San. You’re right, everything I felt for you was real. I do want to live with you until we take our last breath. I want to have a family with you and I just want us both to be more than happy together. I am sorry for all I’ve done, but I had a reason, San. I-“ You were interrupted by your fiancé. He gave you a tight hug, scared of letting you go. „Psh, stop. I will find out why you did but for now I just want to stay with you like this and forget about everything, okay? Just please, please don’t hurt me anymore, Y/N.”

Song Mingi

You knew that when your gang comes and tries to take you back, they will fail and that’s exactly what happened that day. Mingi was way too powerful and way too obsessed over you but you were happy how everything turned out. „You’re not ready yet?” Mingi walked into your shared room, making his way behind you. „Give me two minutes.” He smilingly nodded his head. „Okay. I will wait downstairs.” You nodded your head. He planned this date for a bit now, his behavior being a bit strange. Once you were done, you went down where Mingi was waiting for you. After finishing your dinner at the restaurant, Mingi took your hand in his. „Y/N, today is a really special day for me, well, for us. I want nothing more than to have a future with you, to call you my wife / husband. Baby, I wanna make it official to the whole world now. Therefore I got you this.” He then pulled out a tiny black box. Your heart started to race. When he opened the box, you faced a beautiful diamond ring. Tears started to form in your eyes, one of your hands covering your mouth in shook. So that’s why Mingi was so exited about this dinner. „I-I don’t know what to say.” A chuckle left his mouth. „Well, you have to tell me if you want to become my wife / husband. Not that you have a choice, but I want you to say it out loud, baby.” „Yes, Mingi, I do!” He started smiling as bright as the sun, immediately taking the ring out and putting the ring on your right ring finger. „I love you. Thank you so much for making me the happiest men alive, Y/N.”

Jung Wooyoung

After a few months, Wooyoung was convinced that he trained you into the perfect pet. Honestly, it was hell. He let you starve, he punched you, humiliated you and has done so much more just for you to beg him to kill you. At some point you stopped and thanked him instead. That was it, this was when Wooyoung stopped. „Y/N! Hurry up, we need to leave soon!” Both of you were getting ready for a mission. You needed to leave the country, that’s why you were currently packing your suitcase. You hated the fact that you had no privacy. Wooyoung positioned guards EVERYWHERE around the house. So as you packed your underwear you asked the guard to turn around but he refused. „Come on, I feel uncomfortable with strangers seeing my underwear.” The guard didn’t move nor looked away. You rolled your eyes. „Please?” „I'm sorry Mrs. / Mr. Y/L/N but I am obliged to watch your every step. Mr. Jung would kill me if I let anything happen, no one know what you’re up to. You might carry a dangerous object with you and if Mr. Jung finds out, he will not only kill me but you too. I ask for understanding. For now, you might hurry up a bit, you know how the boss gets when someone’s taking too long for his liking.”

Choi Jongho

You indeed told him everything to the tiniest detail. Jongho believed you but he showed you the cold shoulder. You did understood tho, it just made you sad. As your were taking a shower, strong arms wrapped around your body. You turned your head around, looking directly into Jonghos beautiful brown eyes. He smiled at you. „You were taking too long, I had to come in.” You let out a little chuckle, turning your body around. You both just stared at each other’s eyes. „What’s wrong?” Jongho frowned. „What do you mean, Y/N?” Now you were the one smiling. „Your eyes. They hold some discomfort in them.” Jonghos grip loosened a bit. He didn’t say anything, only staring into your eyes. „Your eyes hold some discomfort too, Y/N.” You then broke the eye contact, looking at his bare chest. „Well, I have a good reason. I mean, not long ago I broke the heart of the most precious and most beautiful men on earth.” Jongho lifted your head up, letting his thumb carry your face softly. „Yea, maybe, but at the same time I killed the family of the most perfect human being of the entire world. To add on, I didn’t took enough research and ended up confronting you with things that you didn’t even do and the worst out of all things; almost killed you, Y/N, so please stop feeling bad because of me. I don’t want those beautiful eyes to hold sadness in them, okay?” Another smiled creeped on your face. „Only if you do the same for me Mr. Choi.” Then, both of you stated to burst out into laugher.

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pairing: bad boy!san x fem reader

genre: college au, suggestive, almost smut

wc: 3.1k

synopsis: Y/N swore herself to never get involved with people like Choi San: the typical fuckboy. She hated him (or she at least made herself believe she did) but thats the exact reason that drew him towards her...

warnings: teasing, making out, mentions of sex, alcohol and drugs

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„look at who we have here? Y/N doing her dirty laundry, never thought I’d witness that.“

you were hunched on your floor with baskets of freshly washed clothes all around the floor. Whipping your head to the door of your dorm‘s bathroom, and you immediately regret it. The cheeky comment came from no other than Choi San - Resident fuck boy and unfortunately, your roommates best friend. He is the type of guy your parents would warn you from. The type to play with a girl until he’s satisfied and dips right after.

The type of you you would never want to get involved with in any sort of way.

But, since he hangs around your dorm frequently and you share a few classes and lectures, that was not easy. Crashing on the couch you bought with your roommate bought together when you moved in, more often than you’d like. Throwing certain looks at you when you entered the lecture halls or passed by him when he was chatting and smoking with his friends off campus. Never letting you breathe for a single moment, he enjoyed teasing you. Needless to say you hated his guts for many things, and he just added more reasons to your imaginary list with every passing day you saw him around campus.

Meanwhile, you’re lifestyle was the complete opposite of his, being the well mannered and friendly classmate, the typical nice girl everyone thought you were - and what your parents wanted you to be. Of course, you were not always like that, especially around your friends. With them you could act the way you truly are, and that was anything but the front you put on most of the time. But San made you drop any sort of friendliness to curse at him every chance you got. And right now was no different:

“Fuck off Choi. Wooyoung isn’t here, so leave.” you spat while not paying anymore attention to him, instead going back to the task at hand.

Taking a few steps towards you, inspecting the room as if he had seen it for the first time, and paying close attention of you putting clothes out of the washing machine. His eyes paying close attention to your hands that move in fluid motions.

“I know, but he’ll be here any second.” Trailing off, and you decided to not even answer him - he isn’t worth your time or nerves right now, after all he just wanted to get under your skin and rile you up. And the less you talk, the better.

He hums to himself, as he bends down to pick up one black, lacy pair of undergarments, inspecting them closely. His thumbs grazing over the neat material, fingertips holding them up in the air. You don’t realize he took something from the basket to your left until he comments on them.

“Are these new? Must be, huh... your little ass would look sooo cute in them. Are you gonna wear them for me one day, Y/N?” his low voice echoed through the tiled room, and you are fast to react: snatching the pair of panties back, out of his grip and throwing it back into the basket. Scoffing, showing your stride at him without any hesitation. “In your dreams. Now, leave me alone. I’m not gonna repeat myself, Choi.” Your features twist as you grow more and more annoyed with him.

“Oh don’t worry,” he backed up a few steps, but the cocky grin stayed on his lips, “with that attitude I’ll most certainly dream of it.”

You heard the door twist, which could only mean that Wooyoung was finally here to save you from any further suggestive comments. Considering you couldn’t stand anything more that was about to leave his mouth.

Admittedly, San has his reputation for a reason: him being one of the most handsome guys you have ever laid your eyes on. And if he wasn’t such an asshole, there would be a possibility you’d be interested in him. And yes, if the stigma that your parents had embroidered into your brain, that ‘sex is bad’ and to stay ‘pure’ until you’re married. If you could push that out of your mind for good, you would be maybe like San. Maybe, you’d even be with him... but god forbid he would ever find out you thought of him like that, especially when you had one of your moments, late at night. If he would know about your honest thoughts, he would use it to his advantage. He wouldn’t give in until he got his way with you - in his very own way.

“San-ah! Come on, we gotta go!” your roommate screams and prompts the visitor to get going quick.

“Too bad, guess I’ll see you around, Y/N. Maybe one day my dreams will become reality nonetheless.” He turns on his heels and dashes towards his friend. The repeating sound of the lock falling into place made you sigh out loudly, pressing your forehead against the cold material of the washing machine you’re still sitting in front of.

Incidents like these are not new and you have already gotten used to San having zero shame when it came to anything even remotely personal or sexual. He knew how he comes across, which only scores him more and more girls to take home and to make his body count grow rapidly. But until now, it hasn’t worked with you, and he’s trying time and time again to wrap you around his finger. Without success.

And you planned to keep it this way.

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“I hate you for dragging me here.” you groaned after you kept chewing on the rim of your red cup. The girl on your right ignored your comment and kept scanning the crowd.

It was unbelievable, but yes: you were stuck on a frat party... again. Your cousin Mijung needed to meet a guy she was planning on hooking up with, and you lost a bet, so you had to go with her. In secret, she was still scared to go by herself and you wanted to help her - regardless of that you hated parties like this. Obviously, you hoped that she wouldn’t leave your side too soon, but at the same time it only meant you could get home earlier, which was a win in your books.

„Sure you do. But I don’t care right now, because you owe it to me. You could let loose for once and also get some good di-“

„No, I’m not, and you know I can’t!“ you cut Mijung off and she lifts her hands up in defeat.

She just scoffs while scanning the place for faces she might recognize. “Yes, yes I know. God forbid your parents ever find out your at a party like this, or even have sex. But they have nothing to worry about.” Thinking to yourself that they really do not need to worry, but deep inside you wanted to do all these things that you got restricted from. Forcefully restricted yourself from, and the longer you thought about it, you wanted to go against it. Date and sleep with guys as you please, live a little. But still, something unknown was holding you back from it.

“You know it’s not just that but also-“ you started explaining yourself for the nth time in your life, but now she cut you off and hopped off her barstool. The man she was waiting for finally appeared and she left with him after they exchanged a quick peck as a greeting. Being uncomfortable with the scene, you fumbled with your phone in order not to look awkward or out of place - but that’s exactly what you were. And on top of that, you were alone.

You held your phone tightly in your grip, watching over the intense crowd, people on people and the sight made you nauseous, especially when you locked eyes with someone that was kissing or grinding on each other. You wanted to be able to do those sorts of things, but at the same time it scared you, almost disgusted you. But the sting of alcohol in your cup that you barely drank made everything worse. The situation altogether was just too much for you.

“Now look at that, am I high or is the notorious Y/N at our place?”

You cursed to yourself when you recognized his voice.

“Fuck off, Choi.” was the first and only thing that you could think of while still scrolling mindlessly through your apps to appear busy.

He slides into the seat Mijung left empty just a few minutes ago. “Now, you know that doesn’t affect me. I just wanna talk a bit. I’m not feeling getting hammered tonight if I’m being honest.” He started a conversation and you forced yourself to look at him. He looked too good to be true with his messy hair and black shirt and jeans. But you ignored his visuals in order to give him a strict look.

“And what do you wanna talk about? We never talk. And I’m not gonna be here for much longer anyways.” You explained and San rose and eyebrow at your comment. “Oh? So we’re do you plan on going?”

You didn’t know, since Mijung was left so early, you haven’t given it any thought other than going back home, even if it was too early to leave, but yet dark outside.

“Home. To my dorm. I hate places like this.” You looked away, and he noticed your discomfort. The atmosphere was really awkward between the two of you. As a result you turned slightly away from him.

He sighs, “You know, we can go somewhere quiet.” You adamantly shake your head at his suggestion, “no, I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re aware of your reputation and so am I. I’m not doing that.” you spat disheartinly, assuming it was another one of his attempts to get into your pants. But surprisingly, it wasn’t.

“No, you listen now,” he took hold of your arm and twisted you back to face him. “You’re uncomfortable here, I can see that. I’m taking you to my room. And not to get with you, but because I promised Wooyoung to take him home when he’s completely wasted tonight. I can take you home then alongside him.” he says and his brows furred a little.

Wooyoung was someone you trusted, so if he trusted San to take him home when he’s completely shitfaced, then maybe you could also trust him? All alarms went off in your head telling you he was anything but trustworthy. But as you looked into his eyes, there was something genuine about his offer. But after a few moments of thinking, you gave him the benefit of the doubt: you complied and nodded, “okay, but just because Woo trusts you.” But that was enough for him.

He got up and urged you to come after him, walking up the stairs until the loud noises from the other people steadily died down. After the two of you entered his room, your nervousness und sense of awkwardness disappeared again. Even if it was San, you were used to him, to his presence. And it was better then to be lost and alone downstairs.

“Make yourself feel at home.” He introduces you when he plops down at his bed, while you took a closer look around his personal space. There were plenty of books on his shelf, a flag hung up on the wall, and the desk was messy in books and other stuff he used frequently. To be honest, you imagined his room to be more messy, but it was just a kind of creative chaos.

The silence in his room was thick. He watched your movements closely for a while, but you tried to give him not much attention, even if you felt his stares linger on you. Minutes passed until he started to speak up again:

“Do you mind if I ask you something? I’m kinda curious, y’know.”

You turned around and look into his eyes, that are loosely hidden behind his dark strains of hair over his forehead. Arms pushed behind him on the bed to support his upper body, leaning back. You walk back a little until you sit down in a giant bean bag that was in the center of the small room. While you adjust yourself you look over to him once again, signaling him to continue talking. He sits up a little, leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs.

“You know, any other girl would beg me to fuck them if they were in your spot. Why are you so determined to do anything but that?”

Taken aback, you knew San was bold, but you didn’t expect him to go there, especially not at this time, when he offered a hide out for you so considerably. Shrugging your shoulders you dip your chip to your chest and try to figure out a way to answer his question.

“I’m, uhm, I’m... it’s just not my thing.” You stutter out, and you are pretty sure you have an aura of uncertainty surrounding you. Of course, San picks up on it:

“Wait, not your thing? What kinda guy did you sleep with that make you think that way about sex? Or girl?” His facial expressions clearly confused, not yet understanding your reasoning.

You stayed silent. Because you couldn’t muster to say the truth: you haven’t. Yes, you were a still a virgin, in college. Nobody knew other than Mijung, not even any of your closest friends. And the fact that San was this close to discovering your secret, or probably already did, made you anxious.

“Mmh, I get it now. You never got laid. Not even once in your life. Am I Right?” He assumed and hit the nail right on the head. You wanted to cuss him out, hit and slap him, but that would only prove him right. The blush that crept on your face was answer enough for him. He stood up from his place on the bed to sit back down next to you on the floor. You couldn’t look at him, because of the pure humiliation he’s putting you through, trying to get swallowed by the fuzzy material of your seat.

“So that’s the reason you’re acting like this most of the time: you have never gotten any action together than with yourself. How am I only just now figuring this out?” He chuckles, having you in a spot were you couldn’t get out as easy as you’d like. Still not opting to speak, gnawing at the inside of your cheek instead, but you don’t need to anyway, because he continues to piece the evidence together.

“Wooyoung once mentioned you had strict parents, you know. Judging by how you act around your friends, I didn’t think you’d care about what they thought, no? You’re well past the age of being ‘daddy’s good girl’. And also by the way you throw shallow insults at me every time we are in the same room, I can tell you that you’re anything but the nice girl your parents want you to be. That’s not the real you. But Y/N, you know it’s your life? You can do whatever you want? If you want to take drugs, take them. If you want to smoke, smoke. If you want to get dicked down, then for fucks sake get some! You’re old enough to make your own decisions.”

Stunned by his rant, you scanned his face for any signs of emotions, but it was really hard to tell what was going on in his head. He sighs and dips his chin to the side, before finding your eyes again, taking your hand into his rough ones. The physical touch had a certain effect on you, and you wanted to be closer to him. Your future self your probably slap yourself in the face for this, but right now you got lost in his dark eyes and deep stare. Feeling vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze, not knowing what to do or say. Taking a quick breath, you uttered under your breath “where is this going, San?” Against all expectations, he smiles.

“Anything that happens here, between you and I, nobody else is gonna know about it. Not a single soul.” His hand slowly start to wander up your arm, touching the skin of your neck and threads his fingers through the strains of hair that rest on your shoulder. You don’t feel anything other than the alarms in the back of your mind slowly subside and be replaced by other thoughts.

“Just tell me no and I’ll stop.” His voice comes out raspy and seductive, and it sends waves of arousal down your core, even if the only physical contact you two had was from his wandering hands. The thought excited you, and he had a point: you could do whatever you wanted, and up until now, the consequences would keep you from giving into him. But there are no worries of the sort holding you back anymore, and if it was only for tonight, so be it. He was to strong, his effect was too strong.

His eyes never leave yours, until you give him an answer.

“Yes, okay. Yes I want it. I want you to show me what I’m missing out on.” You brace yourself for whats coming next, but nothing could prepare you for what he had in mind. He grabs your hips to lift you up, and in shock your arms fly to grab his shoulders. He settles you down in his lap, hands immediately find your ass and grips the flesh through your jeans. You both lean forward, hot breath mixing and hitting your faces. That was until San looses his patience just a few seconds later and presses his lips onto yours. And it wasn’t like anything you have ever felt before.

The two of you move in sync for what feels like ages, his tongue entering your mouth and taking the lead as he continues to grip your waist and butt to draw a few whimpers out of you. Your fingers found their place in his nape and gripped his hair as you busied your mouth with his. He breaks the kiss and moves down towards your neck and starts to suck on your skin, making marks blossom in shades of red and purple.

“If you want this to be a secret, you should make sure to cover up your marks later, because I’m not letting you go without adding my mark to your beautiful, beautiful body.”

Eyes blown out in lust, and you died in anticipation. He sucked more and more hickeys until he was satisfied with the finished product. He lifted his head up again and you wanted to kiss him again.

But then, you heard something hit the door from the outside, followed by a thud and a load groan. “San-ah! Let me in, I need to -“

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