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Jealousy

Summary: Minhyuk knows you like Kihyun. He also knows that Kihyun likes you. Tired of waiting for one of you to make a move, Minhyuk decides to give the two of you a little push. Why not gift Kihyun a little jealousy for his birthday?

Pairing: Kihyun x n. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Minhyuk being a brat, language, kissing

Words: 1,637

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The party was loud with people socializing and music playing in the background. Of course, since Hyungwon was throwing this party it was bound to be a hit. Your head nods along with the music as you nurse your drink. There’s a small plate filled with toothpicks. Those little appetizer things were so delicious you couldn’t help yourself. You’re not sure exactly what they are and are debating about asking Hyungwon about them. You are afraid to ask because knowing him each of these tiny little things probably had a large price tag. But oh my god they are so addicting!

A laugh catches your attention and you turn and see the man of the hour with your good friend Shownu. The latter is rubbing his head shyly as Kihyun pats him on his shoulder. The watch on Kihyun’s wrist catches the light and you can’t help but think back to earlier. You and a few closer friends arrived before most of the party. In that more private setting is when you gifted the birthday man with his present. The sleek and intricately designed watch adorning his wrist was something Kihyun has been eyeing for a while. Knowing this, you saved up for a long time wishing to buy it for his birthday. The look of surprise and happiness had been worth it when he opened his present.

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So, im not sure where to post this but im hoping to find a new role playing partner? I prefer simi lit / or literate and if interested pm me please.

Ateez fandom

- Seongwha

Bts

Kim Namjoon

Min yoongi

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

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© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

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(Pt.?) Seongjoong As Parents

Yeosang, playing Wii sports: I may look okay on the outside, but deep down i want you to

Yeosang, pressing the button: Erase Mii

Hongjoong, sighing: What have we said about stupid thoughts?

The rest of ATEEZ, in sync: No stupid thoughts, feelings or ideas during Family Time

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

masterlist.

© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

combining your heejayke and possessive sub jake thoughts ...

threesome heejayke where heejay are switches and jake is a sub, but one night whilst theyre teasing him by purposefully ignoring his sad whimpers, he starts leaving hickeys saying theyre his and they need to also own him too (? idk if that makes sense sorry 😭)

but then in general i think just normal sex between them three 🤔 sticking to subjake, i think hee would DEFINITELY be a soft dom, sure he can get mean at times but he's usually the nicer and more lenient one, yk? and jay is then the more hard dom. whilst heeseung likes to take his time and make sure jake is getting pleased whilst praising him, jay is the complete opposite. he does whatever he likes at whatever pace he likes and degrades jake (he likes it ofc). he'd also take lead for most punishments i think, because even though heeseung can be mean, i think he'd feel too bad afterwards or he'd just give in to jake pouting and sadly moaning. ooh, or maybe he realises that jake does it on purpose and fucks him extra hard because jake's trying to make the punishment easier for himself? and jay good lord. he would definitely just make jake do everything by himself whilst just sitting there. "youre always begging me to slow down and now you can't come up with what you want?" all he does is belittle him and get jake extra needy so he's crying and apologising and just begging for anything <///3 but aftercare is really good with them and they make sure to comfort jake and help him </3 also i was debating saying this, but what about omega jake with them? during his heat? 😵or maybe little jake with them as caregivers (obviously little jake is sfw though <3)

anon 🧎 thank you for all of this. Long so read more

heejay would thrive seeing Jake all needy and possessive over them, esp when they’re denying him. (it makes complete sense! dw<33) a teased Jake who would probably be leaking and begging and once he starts to mark them and claim them talking about how they need to do the same to him heejay would make eye contact with each other as their gazes darken a bit more at Jake’s forwardness </3.

I agree with hee being the soft dom and jay being the hard dom and I think the duality would be heavily appreciated by Jake who loves both ends of the spectrum. and obviously the other partner hee or jay would love watching…tho I believe if heejake got started jay would scoff and roll his eyes playfully and tell heeseung smth like “I’ll show you how to treat him just the way he likes” esp if jay is extra in the hard dom roll that day </3. bc jay would get a little impatient with hee taking his time with jake. I do think Jake would enjoy both at the same time tho! like thinking hee paying attention to Jake’s chest or cock while jay fucks him and he gets both praise and degradation in his ear, it would be overstimulating in a good way for Jake </3. and Jake’s probably got a high drive so heejay need to wear him out <3 well (which they would do).

soft dom hee feeling bad for doing punishments and giving in 🥹 that’s so cute but jay would be disappointed every time he hears or sees it happen. cause I can imagine jake would be bratty towards hee when they’re alone just bc he knows hee won’t follow through with punishments esp if jays not there to ‘make’ him</3. also jay making Jake do everything alone just to tease him about Jake not being able to cum on his own…and Jake crying and apologizing…the thought is too good </3. I do agree they’d be great at aftercare esp for their baby jakey 🫶.

omega Jake during his heat 👀 hopefully they can keep up with that and if you have more thoughts about that I’d love to hear them<3 oh no 🥹 don’t get me started on little Jake being taken care of by heejay that’d be so cute pls 🥹

♡My Sun & My Moon - C. Jongho♡

“At night, when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon trying to get to you, in hopes you’re on the other side, talking to me too or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?” ~ Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

Credits to » @tinkerbellwoo for the photos!

Genre » Angst

AU » Idol

Pairing » Jongho x GN!Reader

Warning(s) » None

Word count » 1156

Happily ever afters don’t seem to exist for the idols in this industry. Jongho’s young age doesn’t make a difference when he’s thinking about dating– no matter how old or young you are, love seems to be blocked by the fame every group strives for. Even without rules about relationships, it’s made nearly impossible to date anyone. But somehow, he manages to find someone that loves him the way he has been longing for.

“Ohmygod, I’m sorry!” You apologized over and over again, smoothing out the coat he wore when you bumped into him.

He smiled empathetically, chuckled the tiniest bit, “It’s all good. No need to worry…I liked your performance today.”

His compliment caught you off guard, “Oh umm–thanks? I love your performance, it’s nice!”

“Just nice?” He teased.

You blushed, “It was amazing! You’re truly an amazing vocalist, I could only dream of becoming as amazing as you.”

“That can be arranged.”

From that moment and forward, a relationship began to blossom from the planted seed of desire in the dirt that’s fertilized by loneliness and lust for even the smallest bit of affection. Jongho would pray to whoever heard him–he prayed for the blooming flower to open up with all the petals to represent each beautiful memory that will be shared together.

You are his sun that came to night up his nocturnal being. Everywhere you went, the light radiating off your body spreads all around and brightens the day of everyone and everything you meet. Your eye smiles are like a thousand rays of suns and his life has never been the same since. His sun sets and rises around you.

He watches your face sparkle on the big screen and he can’t help himself to lean over to watch you happily clap your hands together on the small monitor nearest to him. The gummy smile plays on his lips as you rap along with the too-fast-paced lyrics, your cheeks flush out of embarrassment noticing that everyone caught your adorable fail on their screens. Once the camera goes away, you turn back to look at Jongho who simply laughs at you and sends you a smile that tells all.  

“Yah! You can’t stare at them, there’s cameras everywhere.” Seonghwa snaps him back into the reality of being an idol, Jongho apologizes and looks at the stage instead of catching himself staring at you.

He can’t even glance at you without causing something. Jongho is sure that people already took notice at his gawking but he can’t help it. The way your hair laid beautifully on your head, the batting motion of your eyelashes, your lips that spread flowers over his when in private, and the figure hugging attire you have on sends him into a frenzy. And your eyes, they–

“Dude, seriously? You need to stop looking over there right now!” Yunho harshly whispers in his ear, warning him once again of the fans surrounding them.

“Sorry.”

“Start acting like it.”

He’s frustrated watching you sway to the music–it’s not just the act alone but it’s the fact that he can’t hold you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder and sway along with you. His eyes burn hearing the soft love song play in the background and seeing you dance alone. He can’t act out, especially here.

His love-hate relationship with award shows is truly something that bores him. He loves seeing his fans and the rush of performing but, ever since he met you he dreads award shows. His fans are respectful and don’t crowd the boys, but he feels so suffocated by the flashes of the long lenses and the need to act proper.

Don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t talk to this person, be careful of this, don’t you dare, ask before you do it, stop being so this or that;

And the list continues.

The invisible hands grip at his throat constantly. He has all the room to breathe, yet has no air to breathe through his lungs. The floor is made out of eggshells painted in the finest gold; he has to walk with such delicacy that he holds his breath the entire time.

Everytime he sees a camera flash in his face, he can see the headlines and the rumors and the flood of hate comments towards you. He has no problem dealing with the hatred but if it’s aimed at you, might as well rip his heart out because that feeling will hurt less than seeing your bright heart turn dull at the words of faceless strangers. The envious comments flooding your social media is something he can’t help but imagine as he notices more cameras shift over to you. The fingers on the lenses twirl around to focus on your face, and you feel every burn.

The show is coming to an end and you’re ready to go back to the dressing rooms and away from the lenses. Your pace quickens once you’re safe from the audience’s view. Your members attempt to keep up with you. Just as you’re about to reach the hallway of the room, a familiar hand wraps itself around your wrist and tugs you back,

“Y/N wait, let me–”

“I don’t want to be seen with you Jongho.” Your words slice through the first layer of his chest.

Hurt and confused, he asks you to explain further, “w-what? Why?”

“It’s all over Twitter.”

“What is?”

“Just, stop, okay? I can’t go through this stupid scandal and jeopardize my members’ careers. I really really like you but…we were going to be temporary, my company wants us to be forever. I’m not letting someone like you in my life.”

You walk down the hall, the second layer is cut through.

You slam the door and the noise resonates through the vacant space, the third layer is cut through.

Checking Twitter and seeing the hate you are receiving from “fans” cuts through the final layer and pierces his heart.

He walks solemnly into the car, observing the chattering but tired members. Sitting quietly, he peers out the window and looks up at the moon.

Jongho remembers looking at the moon when he felt the most lonely, it was always there for him. The moon understood him and filled the darkness with a beam of light. When he met you, it’s like he cheated on the moon with the sun. You eclipsed the moon from his life permanently. Who needs the darkness when the light is what keeps you warm?

But the moon still remains high in the sky for him to adore. He now sits on the ledge of the window, letting the darkness engulf his life once more.

His heart aches and his eyes burn but knowing you live under the same moon makes him embrace his nocturnal life once again. No matter what, you’ll always be there.

The moon can’t outshine the sun forever.

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your eyes - wen jun hui

summary: your sweet boyfriend jun was always there to take of you whenever you needed to do something. you being blind hasn't really affected him in any way since he met you at a coffee house, you walking slowly besides your friend in case you trip over something and him helping you from falling over the freshly made coffee. he was sweet, kind and so caring towards you and you never had been more grateful for having him in your life. or was it your biggest mistake, to let yourself be taken care of someone whom you doesn't really know? someone who, behind the mask of his kind façade, hides a deep dark secret?

pairing: fem!reader x incubus!jun

story type: a three part series

genres: slight angst, smut, slight horror element, jun is more than he seems to be, fantasy

~ coming soon ~ don't know when i will be posting this because i have way too many drafts😭 but if you want to be added on taglist, drop a reply or an ask!