#poc reader x ateez

[2cupids]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏$$𝐘 | 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

warnings — fem reader, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), f.ingering, pet names (doll, baby)

no sooner than your vision returns to normal, does your boyfriend’s latch his mouth onto your overly sensitive core again.

you’ve lost count of how count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. hell, you can barely even remember your last name. that’s how foggy your brain is.

you run your fingers through his hair and weakly tug at the strands but just enough to get his attention as you whine. “p-please too much, i-it’s too m-much.”

he moans against your cunt from the sting of his hair being pulled but he remains unfazed by your pleads, continuing to flick his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth as he drives two fingers into your hole. he does, however, let his free hand roam around the sheets until he finds your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters at the simple yet intimate gesture.

he remains situated between your legs, one minute he’s lapping at your arousal then the next minute he’s suddenly pulling away and sitting back on his knees to look at you.

“let me honest with you, doll. i’m nowhere near finished with you. you let me have one taste of that sweet pussy and i can’t help myself, you know how i get,” he says before bending down to whisper the next part in your ear. “just let me stay down here a little longer— play with her a little more. then i’ll put this dick inside that pretty little pussy of yours if you’ll let me and fuck you to sleep while i fill you up.”

you clench around nothing except air at the lewdness of his words and all you can do in response is dumbly nod at him, too weak and tired to speak.

he brings your hand up to his lips, your fingers still interlocked and kisses the back of your hand. “thank you for being so good for me baby. we’ll do whatever you want tomorrow, how does that sound?”

you nod again and he returns to his previous position, placing a kiss on the hood of your swollen clit. “you think if i add three fingers i can get you to squirt?”

shownu, kihyun, johnny, taeyong, yuta, kun, changkyun, doyoung, jaehyun, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, san, mark, xiaojun, mingi, hendery, haechan, jaemin

note: now y’all i don’t write for mx but i.m, shownu, and kihyun (jooheon too lowkey) give me the vibe that they would do this

[kpopkurves]

Bleeding Out for You

You weren’t supposed to be here.

At least, that’s what Hongjoong would say if he saw you standing in the doorway, watching him fall apart. But you couldn’t stay away — not when you knew he was on the edge of losing himself.

The room reeked of burnt wood and something metallic — blood, you realized. The faint glow of a swinging lamp illuminated the chaos: broken glass, splintered furniture, and Hongjoong standing at the center of it all, chest heaving, his bandaged eye glaring into nothing. His hand was soaked in crimson, dripping like a slow, painful clock ticking away his sanity.

You stepped in, swallowing down your fear, “Hongjoong…”

He froze at the sound of your voice, his back tensing, jaw clenching.

“I told you not to come here,” he said lowly, dangerous and sharp, as if every word cost him.

“I had to.” You took a step closer. “I can’t just sit back and watch you destroy yourself.”

He turned slowly, and when his good eye met yours, something in your chest twisted. He looked… ruined. His usual confidence had melted into raw fury and torment.

“I’m not the man you think I am, Y/N.” His voice was rough, almost a growl. “I’m not someone you can save.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me,” you shot back, though your heart was pounding against your ribs.

His eyes darkened, a smirk twisting his lips but without warmth. “You really don’t know what I’ve done, do you?”

“Then tell me,” you challenged, moving until you were only a breath away from him. “Tell me everything, Joong. Let me be the one who stays.”

His hand shot out suddenly, grabbing your wrist with just enough force to make you flinch. But behind the act, you saw the desperation — the way his fingers trembled against your skin.

“I’ve hurt people,” he whispered, leaning close until his forehead almost touched yours. “I’ve done things for power, for revenge. Things that would make you run if you knew.”

Your heart ached as you reached up with your free hand, cupping his cheek — fingers brushing the edges of the bandage covering his eye. “But you didn’t hurt me.”

He let out a breathless laugh, but it was bitter. “Not yet.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered, voice soft but unwavering. “Let me be here. Let me help you before you fall so far you can’t come back.”

The mask he wore shattered then, eyes glossing over, his hold on your wrist loosening as he leaned into your touch.

“Why do you love me?” His voice was hoarse, broken. “When all I do is ruin everything I touch?”

You let your hand slide to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse under his skin. “Because I see the man underneath it all — the one who fights so hard he’s bleeding for it.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, vulnerability flickered across his face.

“Stay, then,” he finally whispered, voice raw. “But if you stay, Y/N… there’s no going back.”

“I’m not leaving you, Joong.”

That was all it took.

He surged forward, crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that was rough and desperate — tasting of pain and longing. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you’d vanish.

Your fingers slid under his jacket, feeling the scars and tension that ran deeper than skin. And when he pulled away, just enough to press his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged, you knew you’d never seen him like this before.

“You’ll be mine,” he murmured darkly, voice laced with dangerous devotion. “No one else will ever touch you, Y/N. I’ll burn the world before I let them take you from me.”

His words should’ve scared you. But instead, they wrapped around you like a promise — as dark as it was beautiful.

“And you’ll be mine,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Even if I have to fight the darkness in you myself.”

A twisted smile curved his lips, but this time, there was a spark of something softer beneath.

“Then we’ll burn together,” he said, and when he kissed you again, it was slow, claiming, and full of all the things he couldn’t say.

Because in the end, you weren’t afraid of his darkness.

You were willing to drown in it — as long as it was with him.

⸻

[neomujinjja]

Royal Yunho Headcanons

Pairing: Royal Yunho x Royal Reader

Genre: headcanon, royal au

Warnings: none i believe

Note: this is in connection to my other yunho post – Getting the inside scoop

your relationship with yunho happens very organically(?). It's not a hidden fact that your parents arranged your guys' marriage. But they didn't want it to an entirly baseless relationship with no feelings. So they made sure that you and Yunho spent time around each other in childhood. And while the two of you knew the true nature of how your relationship would end up, there was never any pressure put on the two of you to perfectly get along. But either way a friendship was fostered between the two of you, both of you inseperatable from a young age.

You gained feelings for the boy somewhere around your tweens. Purberty hit and suddenly your best friend was gaining height on you and becoming attractive to you. It was a little awkward as you tried to pretend to have the exact same friendship as before. But you couldnt help the giddy feeling that Yunho caused you, making it difficult to hide from those around the two of you.

But you weren't long the only one wishing for a more romantic connection between the two of you. It's very sudden for Yunho. What started as a normal day of volunteering became the day he recongized that you were no longer just his best friend. You weren't doing anything different than usual but Yunho just has this moment where he's viewing you in a different light.

The two of you dance around each other's feelings. Effectively driving your guys' friends insane. They are tired of having to sit through you guys pining for the other. And your best friend, San, is fend up and decides to put an end to this. San reminds you guys that you're essentially engaged to be married, and one moment of awkwardness is better than dealing with it for an lifetime. All without revealing anybody's feelings toward the other.

yunho & y/n in sync: we should talk/i need to tell you something important yunho (ever the gentleman): you go first y/n: i like you yunho: ... i'm sorry, could you repeat that? y/n: i like you..? yunho: that's what i thought you said 😅

Your confession pretty much breaks Yunho and his mind. You're left confused & believing that he doesn't feel the same. Yeosang has to put the pieces together for bro. And once it clicks for Yunho, he's on the move. He grabs the first set of keys that he comes across, racing over to the place that you stay. The sun is setting by the time he shows up to your back porch.

yunho yelling at your balcony: Y/N! Y/N (very confused): yunho? what are you doing here? why didn't you come through the front door? Yunho: no time for pleasantries. I Like You Too! No, I think I love you! Y/N: speechless but blushing Yunho continuing: Will You Be My Girlfriend?! Y/N: YES!!

Your parents watch the two of you in amusement, entertained by Yunho's dramatic confession. They later send a video of the ordeal to Yunho's parents. Everytime he gets reminded of it, in the future, Yunho gets a cute & shy smile on his face.

You guys are the living example of 'they fell first, but he fell harder'.

When it gets closer to your guys' wedding, Yunho the romantic strikes again. He ropes San, Yeosang, and Mingi to help prepare a small proposal for you. He has them set up a nice spot in a clearing not far off from a horse trail that you guys frequent. It's a very beautiful moment. Yunho tells you that he wants to take you on a date. Yunho pulls out your horses, and leads you through the snowy trail. Then he stops, grabbing your hand and taking you to the clearing before kneeling before you.

3 months later, you're getting married. It's a private event between you guys, your closest friends and families. The two of you pick out very few photos for the media to use

The honeymoon phase is not a phase for yall. Your friends jokingly complain about how sweet the two of you act with each other.

As I said: Yunho is a romantic. He's bringing you giant bouquets and luxury items just because. He honestly loves to have surprise dates with you. Especially ones where yall can pretend to be normal citizens.

[atinycafe]

San traces gentle patterns on the exposed part of your waist, his gaze fixed on the subtle shift of your breathing. With your back turned to him, he can't see your face, but he's certain you're fast asleep. If you were awake, he wouldn't dare to touch you. Arranged marriages aren't uncommon, especially among royal families. They serve to solidify bonds, bringing prosperity and peace to kingdoms, but not necessarily to the individuals involved - the groom and the bride.

It wouldn't be truthful to say that you two love each other or even that you are friends. Even after two years of marriage, your professionalism remains the primary barrier. Since childhood, you've been immersed in rigorous studies to prepare for your role as the empress of the nation. Your life was predetermined long before you were born. Hence, San comprehends completely why you maintain such a cold demeanor toward him.

But, he can't help but yearn for you. His thoughts constantly gravitate toward you, in a way that should be ordinary for a husband but not in your circumstances. He shouldn't love you, but you're making it incredibly difficult for him. Your conduct with those around you, the way you carry yourself, and the genuine kindness you extend, even to those beneath your station, it all makes it harder for him. He sees how you pay attention to your advisors during crucial meetings, noticing the subtle furrowing of your brows when issues with the crops or markets are brought up. Your effortless thoughtfulness is simply captivating; how could he not fall for you?

San places a quivering hand on your hair, toying with a curl between his fingers. He leans in to plant a tender kiss on it, but as you stir slightly, he withdraws his hand abruptly, pretending to be asleep, shutting his eyes tight.

You turn, still in your slumber, but San doesn't open his eyes. He knows you'll wake soon, as the sun begins to filter through the balcony, altering the hues of the sky. You emit a soft murmur, and San senses your eyes opening as you let out a gentle gasp. He feels you shift away slightly, understandable since your noses were nearly touching. San remains motionless, his eyes closed, his breath held.

He remains that way for several minutes until he feels you sit up on the bed. You sigh and stay put. San softly opens his eyes, stealing a glance at your profile. Your gaze is fixed on the horizon, the soft morning light accentuating the curve of your cheek.

"I need to get pregnant," you murmur softly, a tender hand caressing your belly, your eyes glazing over, lost in thought as usual.

"What?" San blurts out, rising to his knees, his eyes wide. "What did you just say?"

You turn to him, embarrassment flushing your face. You open your mouth, then close it, resembling a fish caught off guard. You didn't expect him to be awake this early. "No—I—I just—"

"I'll give you a son," he interrupts, his voice trembling, his hand running through his hair. "If you let me, I'll give you anything." His tone carries a hint of desperation. He had refrained from any physical contact since the beginning of your marriage. It would have created more distance between you, rather than bringing you closer. He didn't want your first night together to be the result of obligations. That would have been too cruel for his heart—feeling you so close, yet your heart so far away. No.

Your face flushes, and the overwhelming urge to conceal yourself becomes unbearable. You shake your head, swiftly discarding the golden covers from your body. "You must have misheard me," you hastily interject, planting your bare soles on the chilly floor. Before you can rise from the bed, San seizes your forearm and gently guides you back, prompting an unqueenly gasp to escape your lips.

He remains silent as he caresses your hairline with a tender hand, peering at you beneath his long lashes. Both of you linger in silence for a moment, locking gazes. The room is so quiet that you can almost discern the rhythmic thumping of his heart, although you can only feel it through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

"I like you," he murmurs into the void. You part your lips to reply, but he doesn't allow you to continue. "I don't know you, but I like you. I would say I love you, but I don't want to push you. So I'll settle for 'I like you.'" He concludes, his lips pressed together in an anxious frown.

You remain silent for a while, simply gazing at him, your eyelashes fluttering. San senses that he might be on the verge of being sick, until you break into a faint smile. Your hands find their way to his face, both of them cradling his cheeks, as your thumbs stroke gently.

"I don't… I don't know you," you mumble, and it's the truth. You hadn't taken the effort to learn more about him beyond the superficial information an empress should possess about her emperor, essential for ruling over a country by his side. "But I can learn. I can try."

Your voice barely rises above a whisper, and you both chuckle like children discovering something shiny.

He leans down over your body, planting a gentle kiss on the gold earring adorning your left ear and then another at the juncture of your ear and neck. He lingers for a few moments, inhaling your natural scent as he feels you shudder at the touch of his lips against your skin. A smirk tugs at his lips before he swiftly jumps out of bed, leaving you alone in the opulent chamber. You hear him exuberantly cheering with the knights outside the door, and you can't help but smile at his youthful enthusiasm. He's making a complete fool of himself, and you turn in the bed, burying your face in his pillow, releasing your own muffled scream of excitement, your feet kicking up in the air. You find yourself laughing, carried away by the rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, someone clears their throat from behind you. You turn to find the rotation of maids, poised and ready for your daily morning routine. Flustered, you promptly compose yourself, rising to sit and smoothing down your hair. The youngest maids attempt to stifle their laughter behind their sleeves, while you attempt not to perish from embarrassment.

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[kairoot]

ateez’s little pirates !

꒰ pairing: ateez x poc!reader

꒰ synopsis: ateez’s kids and their bios | obviously these photos DO NOT belong to me, they were just placed for example and cause I thought they were so adorable 💔💔 this is all fiction.

꒰ ateez as dads masterlist

☆. hongjoong. — nelani & aidan

nelani 𑁍 — 2 yrs

full name: nelani ayana kim

korean name: kim nabi [ 김나비 ]

nickname(s): nabi, nana, lani, mini hong, etc.

birthdate: july 15

birth time: 3:05 pm

birthplace: houston, texas, usa

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean , [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about nelani.

nelani is the first born obviously 😽

she’s a daddy’s girl 100% but still loves you

she was born in the middle of ateez’s tour actually..

but good thing it was a day they didn’t have a show

hongjoong had brought you along because he did not want you by yourself with a baby that would pop out at any moment

she’s a very lively girl

loves bubbles (don’t know where she got that from..)

joong made songs dedicated to her when she was born

she absolutely loves dancing

likes painting

aidan ♬ — 8 months

full name: aidan kim/kim aidan

korean name: kim hyeonjun [ 김현준 ]

nickname(s): ai, den-den (made by nelani)

birthdate: april 7

birth time: 6:37 pm

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [your language ]

facts about aidan.

aidan is a very calm baby

nelani is way more hyper than him, even when she was a baby

your pregnancy and delivery with him was easier as well

he loves dancing

joong takes him to the studio sometimes

aidan actually loves music a lot

whenever he hears it or someone starts singing to him, he starts movingn

☆. seonghwa. — samara

samara ✿ — 9 months

full name: samara rose park

korean name: park saeyoung

nickname(s): mari, mars (2), etc.

birthdate: march 21

birth time: 9:26 pm

birthplace: [ your birthplace ]

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about samara.

samara and her dad are literal best friends

you gave birth to her while visiting family

seonghwa named her

during your pregnancy, he would stress over names because he wanted the perfect one for her

you would literally wake up to him writing in a notepad at 2 am 😭

she’s his little helper in the kitchen

she loves eating

☆. yunho. — dylan

dylan ᯐ — 2 yrs

full name: dylan jeong

korean name: jeong yujin

nickname(s): dj, yuyu

birthdate: august 4

birth time: 10:06 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about dylan.

tbh dylan is a little more of a mama’s boy but he still loves his parents equally

yunho loves playing with him whether it’s outside, inside with his toys or reading to him before bed

dylan is a quiet kid usually

but once he’s used to someone, he’s really giggly and has a warm personality like his dad

(tbh i can see yunho having way more kids than this but..)

☆. yeosang. — elaina

elaina ღ — 6 months

full name: elaina avery kang

korean name: kang dayeon

nickname(s): el, lailai (wooyoung created this)

birthdate: june 8

birth time: 7:17 pm

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about elaina.

elaina’s a pretty quiet baby

she’s been very close to you since birth but she absolutely loves yeosang

he still gets a bit nervous because it’s his first time

but he still loves her so much

she falls asleep on yeosang all the time and loves cuddling

☆. san. — august ‘auggie’

auggie ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: august anthony choi

korean name: choi haneul

nickname(s): auggie, bubba, etc.

birthdate: august 10

birth time: 11:37 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about auggie.

his first name is august but everyone just calls him auggie (mostly did this because i couldn’t decide between august and auggie for a real first name)

absolutely loves his dad — you too of course

atinys adore auggie

san came up with auggie’s name because of his birth month and it’s meaning

auggie can be a sneaky baby

he’s on san’s hip all day, 24/7

☆. mingi. — jasmine

jasmine ₊˚ — 2 yrs

full name: jasmine mae song

korean name: song jina

nickname(s): jas, jj, princess

birthdate: may 27

birth time: 10:06 pm

birthplace: busan, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jasmine.

she’s a daddy’s girl 100%

she’s an exact replica of her dad; his personality, looks, etc.

jasmine isn’t really hyper but she isn’t calm either

lovessss cuddling with mingi

she likes nature

☆. wooyoung. — maria

maria ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: maria areum jung

korean name: jung areum

nickname(s): marie, mo, mookie-pookie (bruh idk i found it on Google)

birthdate: december 16

birth time: 8:06 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about maria.

silly girl just like her dad (no she’s just like woo down to the BONE)

she never likes to go to bed which is a struggle for you and woo

early bird

she’s very hyper

takes her awhile to get used to people she doesn’t know

☆. jongho. — jun

jun ✧ — 9 months

full name: choi seo-jun (최서준)

nickname(s): jun, juju, junie

birthdate: july 19

birth time: 6:08 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jun.

jun and jongho are quite literally inseparable

he lovesss watching whatever his dad is watching, doing whatever he’s doing, etc.

he’s a good balance between hyper and calm

likes sports like jongho, even if he is too young to comprehend it

jongho named him

[unique-high]

ATEEZ S/o Popular YouTube Live Streamer Reaction.

Requested: i would like to request how ateez members would react to their s/o being a popular YouTube streamer and them accidentally walking in on their s/o live stream in the chat would go crazy.

a/n: this is a birthday themed request. I enjoyed making this. It was funny to me. 🤣

NOT EDITED BUT PROOFREAD A LITTLE.

MINGI: "HAPPY BIRTDA-" He stops at the threshold of the door wearing a party hat and holding a cake. "Oh, are you live streaming?"

You turned in your gamer chair looking at your boyfriend. "Um, yeah."

"Oh, really?" He steps further into the room, looking at the computer screen.

The chat box started going crazy

Zen: Omg is that who I think it is?!?

Baby Tee: Is this your boyfriend y/n? Why does he low-key look like Mingi from Ateez?

Theodore: Oh my freaking nuts. MINGI? Is this a prank? Or is this some crazy video editing somehow?!?

Suan: their boyfriend can't b Mingi. Not THE Mingi. This has to be some kind of prank fr fr.

Psycho: It makes sense now why Y/n never showed us their bf. Its cause he is just as famous as they are!!

You pulled your boyfriend into the screen smiling. "Um, Everyone so yeah... Mingi from ateez is my boyfriend."

Mingi sat the cake down so he could wave. "Hi, Everyone, I am Y/n's boyfriend. Nice to meet you all." He smiles. "If you all don't mind, I'm going to steal y/n for a few hours."

YUNHO: He didn't know that you were in the middle of live streaming when he came dancing into the room singing Happy Birthday and popping confetti poppers.

"Yunho, I'm living streaming right now." You pointed at your computer.

"Oh, shit." he quickly bows. "I didn't mean to ruin your live."

The chat box started to go off.

Kill la Kill: Okay no, cause is dat YUNHO I see? lol.

Mint Mint: U CAN RUIN MY LIFE!!

Prince Charming: Is he ur boyfriend?

Rugrat: Y were u keepin him a secret from us?

Paul: Is this guy famous or sumthing?

Lizzy Bear: Don't tell me he's Y/n's bf like they're my WAIFU!!

NOT OKAY: I hope Y/n can fight. LMAO

"Would you like to join the live with me, Yunho?" You ask him.

"I don't want to steal the attention from you, but if you want to I will." He pushes you out of the way and smiles into the camera. "Yunho, taking over."

JONGHO: While you were in the middle of showing off your new headset, a fan gifted you. Jongho burst open the door blowing a party blower. "Let's get the party start-" he pauses. "Oh. Oh, are you streaming already?"

"Yeah." You said. "Want to say hi?"

Jongho wobbles over, waving. "Hi, I'm Jongho. Y/n's number 1 supporter."

The chat box starts flooding in with messages.

Bambi: No way. NO FREAKING WAY THIS IS THE JONGHO!!

Jaya Jaya ya: He should be grateful to have bagged a baddie like Y/n.

Shy Mariah: BLOW THE WHISTLE!

sUpEr MaRio: I just started stanning ATEEZ and Jongho is my bias!!! i'mma go cry in a corner.

My lucky lady: New Ship?

BBQ Sauce on my tittes: Jst waiting for the crazy fans to enter the chat *sips tea*

SAY MY NAME: Does dis mean we getting couple stuff now? cuz I don't mind at all :)

Jongho laughs at the ship comment saying. "What can our ship name be?"

You rolled your eyes nudging him out of the way. "Jongho has boyfriend duties now. Say bye Jongho."

He pouts. "Bye Y/n's live stream fans."

SEONGHWA: He was rubbing his sleepy eyes in his other hand was a gift bag with your birthday gift, he sleepily walked into the middle of your live stream yawning, holding out your gift in front of you. "Y/n, happy birthday."

"Baby, say hi to my fans." You beamed.

"Huh?"

You pulled him down to be in frame and pointed at your computer. "I'm live."

"What?!" Seonghwa nervously laughed, running his fingers through his messy bleached hair. "Um, Hi Y/n's fans I didn't mean to interrupt."

Fever Fever: Mother Seonghwa is that u?

Bad boi dwn: Oh, wonder how his company is going to cover this up?

Queen of tha South: Wasn't expecting to be blinded by a handsome man.

Lil Lotto: We need a story time cause like wtf?

U can call me monster: Y/n musta did something in a past life to be this lucky to get a K-POP man.

Crazy Form: whenever he eat the cookie he got good form?????

Alice In Wonderland: This man makes me forget I'm lesbian.

"Should we do a small q & a?" You ask your fans.

Seonghwa sits on your lap. "Yeah, should we?"

WOOYOUNG: He was wearing a pink lace apron and carrying a homemade cake when he walked into the middle of your live streaming while you were doing the dance to Bouncy.

"I baked you a cake for your birthday but I see you're busy. I'll come back later." Wooyoung said.

"I'm having a birthday live. You can join in. Everyone would love to see you."

Your fans started flooding the chat.

Pirate King: R my eyes deceiving me? Wooyoung is that you my boy?

Kitty Kat: Oh they really living the Y/n life.

White boy wasted: Haters gonna say this fake.

i stole ur bias: adding to the hit list.

Alpha Josh: So are we going to ignore the fact that this man is overly gorgeous?

Pizza HūrT: Life isn't fair because how can I live the Y/n dream? do I need to play “I'm not like other girls” card?

Dirty Sprite: K, that explains why she never shows us her phone screen saver.

Woo Woo: I can't right now. Because like Wooyoung and Y/n are together? Two of my favorite ppl n the world!

“Well, since I'm in the live stream, can you all help me wish, Y/n a very happy birthday.” Wooyoung gives you a kiss on the cheek.

YEOSANG: He didn't mean to barge in during your live stream. At first he doesn't notice because he puts his phone in your face. The rest of Ateez faces were shoved into the phone camera yelling happy birthday to you, it was so chaotic and loud. You smiled at Yeosang.

“Babe I'm in the middle of a live stream right now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. See everyone is commenting.” You point at the chat box.

Yeosang reads the incoming messages.

Depresso Expresso: idk how to explain it but he's the product of his mother during all the work doing sex.

Dat girl Maya: yeah what they said ^^^

Get'em Gates: r u 2 dating?

Ur Faves Can't Rap: I'm suddenly gay.

M0lLy: Oh I know he's cracking her back like a glow stick every night.

I got that dog in meee: Funny of u to assume he does the cracking ^^^

Princess Tee: he's a work of ARRRT.

Megan Thee Goat: He's the definition of HOT BOY. If ykyk.

“Okay say bye to Yeosang everyone before he gets a big head.” You laughed, poking your boyfriend in the ribs.

HONGJOONG: “Okay make a wish!” Hongjoong burst into your room with a cupcake in his hand and a big smile on his face.

You spun in your gaming chair. “Where are your clothes?”

“I'm your birthday gift.” Hongjoong winks at you.

“Thats nice in and all. But there's like 100,000 people seeing your junk.”

“You're joking right?” He lets out a nervous laugh, using the cupcake to cover himself.

“Nope. Live stream.”

“Live stream?” he swallowed and waves at everyone watching. “Hi, I'm um Hongjoong Y/n's birthday gift.”

The chat box went crazy.

Vanilla baby: At least he came unwrapped. My God!!!

GUERRILLA: ooou he's a big boy indeed.

Choke me spank me: sssjjiokhdgfertgyjbfrfv.

San's left nut: I can die happily now.

Icky Vicky: He your man?!?

Touch sum grass: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! But please get your naked man off the screen. My mom walked in and thought I was watching porn....

Jimin's baby momma: am I in a fanfic right now?

Peru Peru: He slanging.

Sativa: he really gifted us all.

Bill Nye: isn't this how most porns start?

3D: Can he make it bouncy?

Olivia: This man is sex on legs.

“Sorry, everyone. Hongjoong will go put on some clothes now.”

“But I like the attention.”

You ended the live playfully beating up Hongjoong.

SAN: He had the same idea as Hongjoong but instead of being naked he wore a silk black robe but still naked underneath. San walked into your room with a bottle of champagne and from somewhere in the house Birthday by Katy Perry played.

"Y/n, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" San drops his robe, bare ass to the camera. "This is all for you. but when isn't it?" he smirks.

You stared at your boyfriend. "Um babe, you're mooning my live stream."

"What the fuck?" He hurries to grab the robe from the floor to cover himself. "Why didn't you say anything sooner!”

You laughed. “I wasn't expecting you go all Chippendale's on me.”

The messages started to flood in.

Isamu: Um... Continue please?

Misty Blue: lol mooning yes. A FULL moon indeed.

Hawaii Five - O: Lol is it just me are does he look like San from ATEEZ?

Jazmine: Yea was watching with my dad...Thanks...

Lisa: CAUSE IT IS SAN FROM ATEEZ. *screaming and punching the air*

Da Kid: Boyfriend or Roommate?

Hailey: noooo y is my husband there with Y/n!!!! San you come home this minute!

Supernatural Fan: Didn't think I'd b seeing a guy's bare ass while enjoying my salad.

Beth: Thank you for the heart attack.

Charlie: I don't think roommates do this kind of thing @ Da Kid.

Angelina: PUT IT ON MEEEEEE!!!SCXSYBXQTIVKSWTCHOUDWWXGHGD

Kimmy: Are u getting dick downed by him every night?

iPad adult: Too much junk in the trunk lol.

“Now that everyone has seen my boyfriend's butt. I'm ending the stream.”

“Does that mean you're going to enjoy your birthday gift now?” San smiles at you.

[lexcantthink]

I need this man like I need air 😔🤚🏾

[jazminethecreator]

PAIRING : mingi x black reader

ABOUT : “never have to end with me” is about two freshmen (mingi and y/n) meeting at a university welcome party and discover they share interests. their relationship deepens through study sessions and campus events, blossoming into romance. it’s not a fairytale though.

GENRE : smau, fluff, friends to lovers, a little angst

WARNINGS : cussing, kms & kms jokes, some dirty jokes, corny stuff

FEAT : ateez, giselle (aespa), camo (soloist), jey (soloist), and jiwoong (zb1)

NOTE : this is my first ever post and smau im making so if this isn’t as perfect and good then yk why 😞 ima try tho yall

TAGLIST : comment to join pook 🫶🏾

PROFILES : cam’s traphouse | battlefield

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TAGLIST : @cylovesmg @notcamii

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warnings! virgin!mingi, cuckold, oral (m. receiving), male masturbation, cowgirl position/riding, mingi cums in reader’s mouth and has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink. mdni (17+).

length. 1.8k+

you stand in front of the bathroom sink with your toothbrush still in hand as you stare at your boyfriend in disbelief. did he really just say what you thought he did?

cuck!yunho simply laughs and loosely wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i’m serious, babe. just promise me you’ll think about it at least.”

you hold his soft gaze in the mirror for a moment before leaning down to spit out the toothpaste. a sigh leaves your mouth as you exhale. “fine. i’ll think about it, but don’t get your hopes up. got it?” your tone is firm, but there’s still that playful edge to your words.

that handsome smile starts to form as his lips twitch upwards at the corners and he places a kiss against the side of your neck. “thank you, pretty. you know i’d never push to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.. just want you to think about it.”

so you do.

over the next few days, you think about the new kink your boyfriend told you about. you weighed the pros and cons, your brain full of possible ‘what if’s���. yet, you knew the type of people you and yunho were and that your relationship was built on the basic fundamentals like communication, understanding, and emotional maturity to name a few. the more your mind pondered on the thought, the more appealing the idea became. plus, there was something you couldn’t get out of your head; a guy plowing you while yunho watched from afar. it turned you on.

it’s not like the guy he suggested you have sex with was ugly or anything, in fact he was far from it. the man was none other than his childhood best friend, mingi. after all, he would share anything with one of the people he trusted the most, and that included his beloved girlfriend. and it just so happened that the tall, attractive man had a crush on you, too.

no matter how well mingi thought he hid the fact from you two, you both could tell mingi thought you were pretty by the way he began to act around you. both of you found it cute though, and yunho took it personally as a compliment.

a little over a week after yunho first proposed the idea, you had made a decision. you agreed to sleep with him. after talking to mingi and him agreeing to it as well, all that was needed was to pick a day. that’s how the three of you came to be inside your bedroom right now. this was going to be a saturday night that none of you would ever forget.

sitting in the corner of the room, yunho’s dark eyes are fixed on the sight of you and virgin!mingi just a few feet away from him. your lips wrap around mingi’s angry red, oozing tip and a low groan rips from his throat. he balls his fists into the sheets of bed as you bob your head up and down his length, your tongue grazing the thick veins of the underside while your hand twists around the remainder of his dick.

mingi pushes himself to sit up and watch you work your magic, leaning back on his forearms and focusing his eyes on you. he watches in awe at your hollowed cheeks around his cock struggling to take as much as your can of his girth as your saliva coats his entire length, giving him a wet, messy blowjob.

he’s captivated by your every movement and how you work him so well, it’s like you’re some kind of pro. the moment you look up at him through your lashes his breathing falters. your other hand slides down to fondle his balls and his hips are bucking up, forcing more of his dick further down your throat. thick moans spill out of his mouth and yunho sits satisfied in the corner, proud to watch his girlfriend’s skilled mouth pleasure his friend.

your tongue is circling the head of his dick one second, and the next you’re pulling off him and opening your mouth wide as your hands start to work around the entirety of his length now because you can tell he’s getting close. your pretty eyes give him a seductive look as you coax him to cum in your mouth and on your tongue.

a few more drags of your hand down his shaft and he’s spurting cum all over the muscular appendage, his chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath. you turn your head over to where yunho was sitting, wanting to show him that you caught it all, only to find him not there anymore. the drawer of the bedside table opens and yunho pulls out a condom before turning to you, catching the very last moment of you swallowing the other man’s sperm.

he steps over to you, his bulge just a few inches from your face as leans over and takes your face in his hand, kissing you to taste a little bit of leftover cum that lingers on your tastebuds as your tongues swirl against each other. “now let me see you ride him, princess.” he commands, whispering in your ear with a deep voice you recognize all too well, it’s one that comes out anytime he’s aroused. he hands you the condom and heads back over to the chair, palming himself over his tightened slacks with a dominant look in his eye as he stares at you intently.

the thin latex stretches around mingi’s dick and a few seconds later, you’re straddling his waist as you position yourself to take him inside you. mingi watches in the dim light of the room as your wet pussy sinks down onto him. another deep moan escapes his throat at the way your walls wrap around him so tightly and he can already tell he won’t last long the minute you start to move.

the sounds of your breathing merge together, your soft whines of pleasure mix with mingi’s much deeper, more guttural breaths as they dance with each other. if he hadn’t been so attentive, he would’ve sworn this was some kind of twisted, extremely lucid wet dream of his because how many guys can truthfully say they’ve been lucky enough to be in a position like this?

his eyes lazily roam over the pretty girl on top of him. a few of your curls have stuck to your forehead and your glossy lips are parted to let those pretty noises tumble out. his eyes take note of every curve, mole, freckle, or stretch mark that’s imprinted on your skin and it makes you appear even more flawless than you already are in his eyes. you're stunning, no doubt about it and to have such a beauty right in front of his eyes and to be his first makes his heart swell just as much as it makes his dick throb.

the way you touch your body as you look down at him through lidded eyes feels absolutely surreal. it’s not even been ten minutes since your warmth first sheathed him and you took his virginity, that he realizes he’ll be cumming again in no time. with the way your walls flutter around him and the weight of your body against his, and his best friend in the corner watching...

wait, what?

oh yeah, that’s right. he almost forgot yunho was over there. his eyes flicker over to him and immediately trail down to where his large hand strokes his dick as he watches with his head thrown back. mingi can’t bring himself to look away just yet, and yunho’s eyes suddenly meet his and he throws him a smirk, making mingi slightly flustered from being caught. “fuck...”

somehow that makes the situation get even hotter as the rush from the realization he’s being watched flows hot through his body. the heat pools in his stomach again as his second orgasm starts to come into sight.

his hands drift over your flesh tenderly as he gropes and massages your body, the feel of your skin underneath his palms sending him into a frenzy. jerking his hips up to meet yours in a perfect sync, he plunges his dick even deeper inside you as he whimpers pathetically underneath you. “ah–! i’m…i think ‘m–,” and mingi can’t even finish his sentence as he tethers on the edge, so desperately close to cumming.

a cute, slightly crooked front tooth peaks out from underneath his plush top lip as his mouth hangs open, heavy pants coming from his chest as the stimulation to his dick is about to tip him over the edge. you study mingi’s face as you’re on top of him and you can’t help but feel a little cocky that you’re the one that’s making this poor virgin feel so good. a theory pops into your head and you decide to test it out. your hand on his abdomen glides up further to his chest, and twists his nipple between your fingers, and that’s the final push.

that was all mingi needed and with a loud groan, he’s spilling his cum inside the condom. not long after mingi finishes, a breathy grunt comes from the other side of the room as white hot spurts of yunho’s seed lands on his hand and tank top.

both men take a moment longer to calm down than usual for entirely different reasons, but yunho recovers first and comes over to you and presses his lips to yours as you're kneeled on the bed next to mingi, no longer sitting on top of him. “you were wonderful, baby. thank you.”

you hum quietly and cross your arms. “yeah, i know i was,” the side of your lips curl into a faint arrogant smile. “but i didn��t cum, so how exactly are you going to make this up to me?”

yunho chuckles at your mock angry expression and kisses your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer as his fingers caress your skin. “oh, don’t worry, pretty girl. you’ll get to cum as many times as you want. i promise.” the two of you share a few more kisses before you feel mingi shift on the bed to throw the used condom in the trash.

a smug grin is plastered high upon yunho’s face as he moves closer to mingi and slaps his arm lightly. “better than you could’ve ever imagined, huh?” mingi laughs and makes a small sound in agreement before giving you a shy compliment along with a plethora of thank you’s as his eyes glance over at your naked form.

yunho’s eyes shimmer with mischief as he looks between the both of you. “so what do you say? you up for another round, a threesome?” he directs the question more so to mingi rather than you as he moves to a position where he can hold eye contact with you while bending over to whisper in mingi’s ear.

“and if you make her cum, i’ll even let you hit it raw, buddy.”

tagging <3 @cavities-and-carnations @cheezemanz

cleo’s note. ik it might sound crazy, but this is one work that i can honestly say i’m proud of and it might be one of my favorites. thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated!

[abubbleina-void]

Should I create a community for POC, especially black kpop fans? Fanfic writers, moldboard makers, critics, fans, etc. where we can chat, share our work, share our thoughts within the kpop community, make friends maybe? I feel like we need community at this point in time.

If you picked option 3 do let me know the name of the community(ies)! I'll greatly appreciate it

[kpopkurves]

Déjà Vu

The night pressed against the windows, the city outside buzzing with a distant hum, but inside your apartment, everything felt still. Too still. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the soft shuffle of pages as you mindlessly flipped through a book you weren’t even reading.

You had been trying to distract yourself all evening, but it wasn’t working. Not when your thoughts kept drifting back to him.

Then—

A knock. Slow. Deliberate.

Your pulse stuttered. You already knew who it was.

For a moment, you hesitated. You could pretend not to be home, ignore the way your heart betrayed you with its erratic rhythm, pretend that his presence didn’t send a shiver down your spine. But the choice was never really yours, was it?

With a deep breath, you opened the door.

Wooyoung stood there, bathed in the dim glow of the city lights. He looked dangerous—not in the way of threats or violence, but in the way he unraveled you with just a look.

Dressed in all black, his blazer hung open over a fitted shirt, and silver chains glinted against his collarbone. His earrings caught the faint light, swaying slightly as he tilted his head, eyes scanning you like he was trying to memorize every detail.

“Hey, stranger,” he murmured, voice smooth, deep, and edged with something unreadable.

Your throat felt dry. “You shouldn’t be here.”

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Since when do we care about ‘should’?”

He stepped inside before you could say anything else, brushing past you like he belonged there. Maybe he did.

The scent of his cologne—deep musk, a hint of spice, something undeniably him—wrapped around you, pulling you under like a tide. You swallowed hard, shutting the door behind him even though you knew you shouldn’t.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You turned to see him leaning against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching you with the kind of intensity that made it impossible to breathe.

“I’ve been busy,” you lied, trying to sound unaffected.

Wooyoung chuckled, shaking his head as if you were amusing. “Liar.”

The air between you was charged, thick with something unspoken—something you both refused to name. A song played faintly from your speaker, a familiar melody you hadn’t realized was on.

Then, his voice cut through the quiet.

“I know you get déjà vu.”

Your stomach twisted.

He wasn’t just talking about the song.

You did. You did get déjà vu—every time he showed up like this. Every time he stood too close, his presence setting your skin on fire. Every time you swore you were done with him, only for him to pull you right back in.

You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “What do you want, Wooyoung?”

His expression softened, just a little. “You.”

Your breath hitched.

It would be so easy to close this space between you. To reach out and tangle your fingers in his hair, to press your lips against his and lose yourself in the feeling you swore you wouldn’t give into again.

He must have sensed your hesitation because he took a step forward, his voice quieter now. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”

Your fingers curled at your sides. The right thing to do was to tell him to walk away. To break the cycle.

But the right thing had never felt as good as this.

So instead, in a voice barely above a whisper, you said, “Stay.”

Wooyoung’s smirk faded, replaced by something raw. Something real.

And as he closed the space between you, fingers brushing against yours like a silent question, you knew—

This wasn’t just déjà vu.

It was inevitable.

[neomujinjja]

Getting the Inside Scoop

Pairing: Prince! Yunho x Princess! reader

Length: 2,057 words Genre: fluff(?)

Synopsis: Tini, who just happens to be a journalist, is certain that the relationship between Yunho & Y/N is fake. The prince and princess might have fooled the rest of the kingdom but Tini is sure that they know the truth. The couple's bond has to differ behind closed doors, and Tini is determined to prove it. And they might just be right or are they?

Warnings: outsider pov, oc characters, female reader, undercover character, spying/ slightly voyeristic character, illegal filming, invasion of privacy, yunho & reader are the focus w/o being the focus

Note: i wrote parts of this late at night & without my glasses; i tried my best to catch any spelling mistakes but no promises

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Tini watched as Yunho and Y/N waved to the televised crowd. The two stood together with no space between them as the tall male's arm rested around the other's waist. "There's no way that they're like that in real life," they scoffed into their drink. Their roommate, Tia, turned to them in disbelief.

"But they're always like that in public. Why would it be fake?" she asked with her eyes studying the couple on the screen.

"Exactly, that's why! We always see them being intimate with one another; not to mention no one seems to talk bad about their relationship. Don't you think it's suspicious? I'm sure they're faking it," Tini exclaimed before turning to her roommate with an intense gaze.

"Well, it's not like someone would necessarily talk negatively about them. Lest you want to be harassed by their supporters online," Power, another roommate, chimed in.

"Plus they're like Prince Charming and a Barbie Princess brought to real life; what's more compatible than that?" Tia piled on to Power's comment. Tini huffed with an eye roll, they were certain that the 'power couple' were putting on an act.

"I'll prove it. You guys and everyone else will have no choice but to face it when I do," Tini stated, more determined now to reveal the false couple.

"And how exactly are you planning on doing that?" Power asked, lifting their attention away from their phone.

"I'm sure there's a position available that'd allow for me to get close enough," Tini mused aloud, shrugging their shoulders carelessly. Tia shook her head in exasperation before asking the obvious question.

"Is there a reason to why can't you stick to your actual job? And I don't know actually interview them?"

"Because they'd, of course, lie about their relationship in a public interview. But they might be more upfront if they're unsuspecting so this has to be an undercover job," They replied as if the answer was plain. Both of Tini's roommates rolled their eyes with a sigh of annoyance. But the journalist didn't pay them any attention rather focusing on the TV where Y/N was giggling as Yunho leaned down to whisper to them.

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Tini hurried their pace, struggling to keep up with the supervisor. His long legs made it a difficult job. "You'll be responsible for looking after the rooms on the second floor's West Wing. It's not too extensive, it consists of mainly guest rooms along with a drawing room, music room, and conseveraty," The older male explained as he led Tini towards a set of grand stairs. "I'll give you a tour and explain the standards of cleanliness we expect. Then you'll shadow another employee for a week before being expected to work without intensive help," he continued without sparing a glance backward at them.

"And what about the East Wing? What's on that side?"

The male stopped, now abruptly turning to face Tini. It was miraculous that neither of them had slipped at the sharp pause on the stairs. His eyes scrutinized them in silence before he spoke again. "What's on the East Wing is of none of your concern. Your area of responsibility is the second floor West Wing; the rest of the house should not matter to you." His words came out harsh and cold as he stared daggers at Tini.

"Now, Seonghwa, there's no need to be so rude to our new hire for being curious. The East Wing is mine and Yunho's private space; we'd prefer it if you'd stick to maintaining just the west side for us" a soft and elegant voice spoke up from the landing for what Tini assumed to be the second floor. The pair raised their head to see Y/N leaning over the railing in amusement, a gentle smile on her face. They were wearing a slim-fitting A-line dress, different from the bigger flared dress she wore in public. Y/N commanded the same respectable energy in her casual outfit as she did in her fancier ones; and Tini would have been enamored by the female if they didn't focus on her words. 'Does that mean no one was allowed on that side? Why would a loving couple need an entire hall to themselves?' they thought to themselves. It was likely Yunho and Y/N shared separate spaces but they needed to investigate to be certain.

"You're correct, Your Highness. My delivery was rather unbecoming of me," Seonghwa spoke, facing the woman before turning to Tini once again. They watched as Seonghwa's jaw tightened but regardless he made an effort to apologize to them in front of Y/N. "Is there anything I could assist you with, Your Highness?" the male asked, returning his attention back to the princess on the top of the stairs.

"Yes, if you don't mind going in my stead, I was actually on my way to bother Wooyoung for some refreshments. Don't worry, I'll keep them company," Y/ N stated and Tini could see why she was highly regarded by those who worked with her. Despite the respectable air that Y/N carried, she treated the people around her as if they were her equals. However one would think the royal would be more cautious towards newcomers given her status in life. It piqued Tini's curiosity; how could a princess be so certain that someone wouldn't try endangering her?

"Very well."

Tini hugged the guardrail closer, allowing for the head servant to pass them. They watched as Y/N gestured for them to join her on the landing. This was exactly the opportunity that Tini needed, perchance the royal couple would be forthcoming with their staff.

"Could I ask for your name? It would be rather rude of me to continue to address you in such a general way."

"Tini, your highness." Tini wasn't used to the formal way of speaking that Seonghwa and Y/N seemed to have mastered. They hoped that they wouldn't offend Y/N in this conversation but Tini wasn't going to let this chance go to waste. "What's it like? Being in such a loving marriage with Prince Yunho, I mean" they asked. Y/N seemed taken aback by the question but her face quickly morphed into a love-struck expression.

"It's truly like those in the children's stories we've all grown up with. I could not ask for a better husband than Yunho," the female said with a sigh. There was an endearing smile on her face as she messed with the lone ring on her finger. "I've been honestly blessed to experience the type of love that Yunho gives me," she continued. Tini stared as Y/N resembled an image of a shy schoolgirl as she spoke of her husband. While they still wanted proof, their stance wavered at the woman's words and actions. It wasn't the way Tini had expected a fake couple to speak of one another.

"That sounds nice, I'd hope to have a smidge of the love that your relationship has," Tini mentioned with a polite smile despite the unwant for personal romantic relations. Y/N's smile grew larger as she nodded her head vigorously.

"Yes, I wish the same for you and many others. There's no beating the happiness one has when in a healthy loving relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic." Their conversation was interrupted as Seonghwa and another man joined them. "Well, allow me to depart first. I do hope to see you around, Tini," Y/N said with another smile before walking off to the mysterious East Wing, the new male following behind her. So that hall wasn't completely off-limits and it seemed Tini might have an unexpected in.

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Tini didn't see either counterpart of the royal couple until 3 weeks later. They stopped at the slightly jarred entrance, watching as the couple seemed to be in deep conversation. This was the perfect opportunity. Would they act differently if they believed that there were no eyes watching them? The two were huddled close together but their angle of sitting obstructed some of Tini's view. But they continued watching as nothing happened between the husband and wife. Tini huffed in frustration before knocking at the room's door. The couple jumped apart, sliding ever so apart on the sofa, as they turned their attention to Tini.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your highnesses, but do you need this room any longer?" they asked crassly, bowing to showcase their regertfulness.

"Oh, Tini, Hello. Ba-" Y/N paused to cough, her hand coming to rest on her chest. "Yunho, this is the new hire I was informing you about," Y/N stated, smiling over the couch at the undercover journalist. Tini stayed silent, observing as Yunho inspected his wife before turning to regard them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tini," he said, giving them a head nod in greeting. "Y/N had informed me of your interesting inquisitiveness," Yunho continued with a laugh as the mentioned female lightly smacked him on the arm with a pout. Tini could see how they managed to convince the entire kingdom of their love; the royal couple acted very naturally with each other. At this moment, they didn't differ from an average couple that Tini would encounter.

"I apologize if my question came across as rude, I didn't mean for it to come out that way," Tini spoke up, bringing the duo's focus back to them.

"No need, it was not taken as such," Y/N reassured them, her sunny disposure returning as she did.

"Although, I would advice working on your word choice for the future. It would be best to do so, so as to not offend any of our potential guests," Yunho suggested as he stood. His hand reached out for Y/N's, allowing for her to join him as well. "But let us not stop you from working, please resume your cleaning." The royal couple left at the male's words, hands still grasped in one another's as they did.

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This was Tini's big break. They finally snuck into the East Wing. It had been rather easy as the space wasn't actually guarded; the royal couple instead trusted their staff to not enter without permission. The naivety of the duo, despite their status in life, continued to puzzle the journalist. But Tini wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. They would take the moment to properly snoop into Yunho and Y/N's most private space. The pair's living arrangement would be the pièce de résistance that would prove Tini to be correct. Turning on their camera, they began walking down the hallway. Hung on the walls, to Tini's astonishment, was Yunho and Y/N's wedding photos; they were able to recognize the outfits from the articles detailing the event. Oddly, none of the photos displayed in frames were ones that Tini had seen in magazines before. Though even odder, this was the only place in the royal's home where photos were hung. Tini walked further, peeking their head and camera into doors they came across. So far, they'd found a game room, a personal gym, and a library. No sign of separate bedrooms or living spaces, and luckily no sign of either Y/N or Yunho.

"You're staring, you know?" They heard Y/N's voice, and curiosity getting the better of them, they decided to follow where the sound came. Tini tried peering into the crack of the door, but the small crack wasn't big enough for them to properly see in. Sticking in their camera, Tini was able to see the expanse of the bedroom alongside the couple. Yunho laid with his head across Y/N's lap, her hand gently fussing with his hair. "You're staring as well," he replied back but neither moved to look away.

"Hmm, I like looking at my husband's face."

"Is that so?" the male readjusted himself, propping up onto his elbow and twisting to face Y/N. She nodded as both she and Yunho lessened the gap between themselves.

"Yes, very much so," the female answered with a cheeky smile on her face. Yunho chuckled before kissing the smile off of Y/N's face. Her hands came up to cradle the man's face, giggles escaping from her mouth as their lips separated before joining once again. Tini backed away from the door, leaning against the wall in shock. Luckily the blissfully kissing couple was unaware of their presence outside of the room.

[atinycafe]

[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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[kairoot]

‼️ATTENTION BLACK & POC READERS‼️

i just want to take the time to mention that i have made an account specifically for fics that target the black and poc audience. it’s called @belleairr . im gonna be honest, this account is mainly for blk readers and anyone interested in ambw but if are of any other ethnicity/color you can request something.

i know that we as black and poc ppl do not get a lot of fics that are written in a way that we can relate to (iykyk) so i figured I’d make an account where we feel welcome and comfortable. in fact, i just might make a community thingy, as soon as I figure out how to use it 😭

but yeah, feel free to follow it and stay tuned for updates! 💗

[unique-high]

Ateez with their short s/o

Requested: Ateez's reactions to their short s/o tries to jump on the countertop to reach something.

A/N: I am so sorry it took me a while to actually get to this. But hopefully, you still enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Seonghwa: When he sees you trying to jump on the countertop. He rushes over standing behind you with his arms out ready to catch you if you fall. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He would ask in a slight panic. All you wanted to do was get your favorite snack without bothering your boyfriend. When you almost fell back. Seonghwa freaks and helps you down, scolding you a bit before he reaches up to grab your snack for you.

Hongjoong: At first he doesn't pay any attention to what you are doing. He watches you jump up and down to try to get what you want. "Uh, Y/n do you need help?" he would ask. You'll tell him "N-No I got it." As you struggled to get what you wanted. He would watch you as you climb up the countertop. He's scared thinking you were going to hurt yourself. He stands behind you. Carefully watching each of your movements. His reflexes are fast when he thinks you made a wrong move. Stressing him tf out.

Jongho: He rushes up to you when he sees you on the countertop trying to reach for your favorite package of Ramen. “You're going to hurt yourself y/n here. Let me help you.” He would say. But you're very adamant about getting the ramen yourself without his help. “I got this!” You would say. But clearly, you didn't then slip off the countertop scaring the shit out of Jongho. He catches you. Checking to see if you are okay.

San: When he walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to jump up on the countertop. He comes over to you. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?!” He would say. He has told you a million times if you couldn't reach something, come and ask for his help. But there was that part of you that wanted to be independent enough to get something yourself without his help. “I'll get it for you.” he's sweet about. Kisses the top of your head.

Yeosang: Seeing you on the countertop puts him in protective mode. He tries not to freak out because he doesn't want you to freak out because he's freaking out. He uses a gentle voice as he talks to you helping you down. He knows you have been trying not to bug him about getting things for you that were high up. But Yeosang would rather you bug him nonstop to get whatever you wanted. “Y/n, what if you were to hurt yourself?” He would say. A kiss to your hairline.

Mingi: He watches you for a second to see what you're trying to do. When jumping up, trying to grab the cereal doesn't help you. You decide to climb up the countertop. He rushes up to you looking up at you. “Get down before you fall!” He would say. Of course, you didn't think you would fall. You did this a bunch of times when he wasn't home, so you were good until you tried getting down with the cereal and fell into Mingi. He scolds you but makes sure his girl isn't hurt.

Yunho: Yunho had gotten you a step stool a few months ago. That way, you could use it to reach for what you needed. But according to you, you were tall enough to reach for anything and refused to use the step stool. So when he walks into the kitchen and sees you on top of the countertop trying to get bowls for dinner, he's a little upset and afraid you would fall if you weren't careful. He helps you down and flicks your forehead and you pout. “Listen here shorty use the step stool next time. I don't care how tall you think you are, but you're too short to be doing this. You could hurt yourself and I don't wanna see my girl hurt.” he would tell you.

Wooyoung: He did freak out seeing you on the countertop. He's cussing in Korean and trying to get you to come down. You roll your eyes at your boyfriend as you reach for a package of your favorite cookies. “Y/n are you crazy? Why didn't you ask for my help?” he would say as he helped you down. “Because I could get it myself.” You would tell him. He pinches your cheeks. “No, you couldn't if you were climbing up on countertops. Next time, get a chair or come get me.”

[lexcantthink]

In His Hands

pairing: idol!Yunho x POC fem!reader

• genre: 18+, light smut

• summary: You just love Yunho’s hands

• warnings: teasing, fingering, nothing to crazy

Author's Note: I wanna write more fiction for my girlies of color 🤎 give me time lol

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The glow from your laptop screen flickered across your face as you sat cross-legged on your bed, your fingers idly tracing the curve of your knee. A familiar rush of anticipation coursed through you as you clicked play on yet another ATEEZ performance video—another chance to admire Yunho in his element. But tonight, your focus wasn’t on his fluid movements or the effortless way he commanded the stage. No, your eyes were locked on his hands.

You knew you weren’t alone in your obsession. Fans raved about his veiny, ring-clad fingers, the way they flexed and curled with every beat of the music. But for you, it was deeper than that. Those hands could be tender or commanding, teasing or possessive. They held power—literal and figurative—and the thought of them on you sent a slow heat curling in your belly.

Your breath hitched as you watched him run his fingers through his hair mid-performance, veins rippling along the back of his hand. The camera zoomed in, capturing the glint of silver rings against his skin, and you swallowed hard. You could already feel the warmth pooling between your thighs, your body betraying you before your mind even caught up.

The thought came unbidden—what it would feel like to have those fingers tracing your curves, gripping your hips, pressing into the plush of your thighs. You squeezed your legs together, a frustrated whimper escaping as you dropped your head back against the pillows.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You reached for it absentmindedly, expecting some random notification, but the name on the screen had your heart stuttering in your chest.

**Yunho.**

Your fingers trembled slightly as you unlocked your phone, opening the message thread.

**Yunho:** What are you up to?

You hesitated for only a second before typing back.

**You:** Just watching some performances.

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

**Yunho:** Oh yeah? Mine?

Your teeth tugged at your lower lip as you debated your response. You could lie, but what was the point? He knew you were a fan, and besides… a part of you wanted him to know.

**You:** Maybe.

**Yunho:** What part?

Your breath caught at the directness of his question. He knew what he was doing. He always did.

**You:** Your hands.

Seconds passed, and for a moment, you worried you’d said too much. But then, another message popped up.

**Yunho:** You like my hands that much, huh?

Your face burned, but you refused to back down.

**You:** You know what they say about a man with nice hands.

This time, he didn’t leave you waiting.

**Yunho:** Why don’t you come over and find out if it’s true?

Your stomach flipped. You knew this game well enough—Yunho had been flirting with you for months, toeing the line between playful and suggestive. But this? This was an invitation. One you had no intention of turning down.

**You:** Be there in 20.

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The moment you stepped into his hotel room, you knew you were in trouble. Yunho leaned against the dresser, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze dragging over you in a way that had your skin tingling.

“You really like my hands that much?” he mused, pushing off the dresser and closing the space between you.

Your mouth went dry as he lifted one hand, palm-up, fingers splayed as if daring you to take it. You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his, your smaller fingers barely curling around his palm. The contrast was stark—his hand dwarfing yours, warm and solid, his rings cool against your skin.

He smirked, tilting his head. “You’ve been thinking about them, haven’t you?”

Your breath stuttered as his fingers flexed, trapping yours within his grasp. “Yunho—”

“Tell me,” he murmured, his free hand lifting to brush along your jaw, tracing the line of your neck. “What exactly were you thinking about?”

Your lashes fluttered, a shaky exhale escaping as his fingers trailed lower, teasing over your collarbone. The heat between you was palpable, thickening the air as he guided your hand to his chest, letting you feel the steady thump of his heart.

“You were watching me, weren’t you?” His voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of something heavy, something inevitable. “Watching my hands.”

Your nod was barely perceptible, but he caught it. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Show me.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine. Your pulse thrummed wildly as you slid your hand lower, feeling the solid warmth beneath his shirt. His breath hitched slightly as your fingers grazed his abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle.

He caught your wrist suddenly, his grip firm but not unkind. “Careful,” he murmured. “You keep doing that, and I won’t be able to take my time.”

Your lips parted, but before you could respond, he was guiding you backward until your knees hit the mattress. You sank down onto the bed, watching as he followed, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

His hands, the very ones you’d been obsessing over, found your thighs, fingers flexing against the soft flesh. His gaze flickered up to meet yours, dark and unreadable. “I love how soft you are,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You feel so damn good.”

Your stomach fluttered at the raw honesty in his voice, but any coherent thought was cut short as his fingers slid higher, teasing, testing. Your breath hitched, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

His smirk returned, but there was something darker beneath it now. “This what you wanted?” he murmured, his fingers trailing along your skin, drawing shivers in their wake. “Or do you need more?”

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “More.”

His eyes darkened, and the last thing you heard before your world tilted was his low, amused chuckle.

“Then let’s see if all that hype about my hands is true.”

His fingers wasted no time, trailing down between your thighs, pressing against the damp heat waiting for him. A slow, satisfied groan left his lips as he felt how ready you were. “Damn, baby…” he murmured, slipping a single finger inside you, teasing, stretching. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

Your head dropped back onto the pillows, a soft gasp escaping as he added another finger, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He watched your face intently, his free hand splaying against your hip to keep you steady. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick with want. “Take it.”

And when he finally replaced his fingers with something thicker, hotter, his name left your lips in a broken moan. His hands never stopped moving—gripping, guiding, owning.

By the time the night was over, you knew one thing for certain.

All that hype about his hands? It was well deserved.