Hongjoong

What Happens in a Blackout… - Hongjoong x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Summary: Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn.

Genre and warnings: basically no plot. enemies to lovers. fem pronouns for reader. hate sex. unprotected sex. biting, choking, slapping, name calling. dirty talk.

Word count: 4,220.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multistan-net

this fic is not meant to represent hongjoong in any way, shape or form.

Balancing the box on your knee, you fumble for the keys, slipping them into the lock and successfully closing the door. You are ready to get home. Helping your friend move is a duty thrust upon any in a close circle but that didn’t mean it was ever fun.

 You had offered to lock up so your friend didn’t have to drive back and finish up some loose ends. The apartment was painful for them due to their break-up, and you didn’t mind lingering to make sure the place was cleaned out. It took longer than you anticipated, however, and now it is past ten.

You walk down the hallway, holding the final box of items that your friend told you to toss in the dumpster; it appears to be mementos of the dead relationship. As you turn the corner, lost in your own thoughts, you see someone waiting for the elevator. Your heart drops, an eye roll instinctively occurring at the sight of the person you dislike the most – Hongjoong.

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Yall seem too quiet... lemme change that.

yeosang · 불놀이야 (i’m the one) · 210319

company.

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line without a hook.

mingi x reader; lovers to strangers au

word count: 13k

angst, fluff (tw: mentions of death)

you could personally never understand one’s desire to run as far away from their hometown as they could.

maybe it’s because you’ve had the privilege of growing up in a beautiful, prosperous place, with cozy winters, amazing festivals and snowfalls on the frozen lake before spring came and melted it away.

maybe it’s because you have fond memories tied back to this picturesque place, shops and restaurants surrounding the lake in a way that almost seemed too magical to really exist.

you’ve met so many different people purely because of that sight, men and women of different cultures and backgrounds always so eager to take in your hometown’s natural beauty.

fortunately for you, the lake ran right through your yard and acted as a place of solace where you could get away from everything in the busy, touristy town.

a place you went when you were feeling happy, sad, angry or when, truthfully, you didn’t know how to feel.

it’s also where you first met your boyfriend, one of the many come and go visitors, who introduced himself as mingi.

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Twisted Chemistry 8

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, smut, crack

Word count: 9.7k

Warnings: some grinding. 

Taglist: @marigold-mika​, @sunwooyoung​, @nevieatiny​, @nseeteaa, @alecanal93​, @mangotexts​, @underratedmisfit​, @dollarfear​, @sunsethw4​, @mayosgrises​, @atinystray​ (Let me know if you want to be added :]) 

“No way!! You had blond hair?” I laugh lightly as he chuckles at my reaction.

“Blond hair yes, I also did red for a bit and grey.” We were both still laying in bed. It was 7:34am and we had decided to stay in a bit before getting breakfast at around 8:30.

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DRUNK DIALLING

beomgyu x reader

warnings: dirty (but not really) voicemails, sexual tension, light dirty talk but it cuts off bc i’m a tease

a/n: i wrote this ages ago but i just wanna get it out the drafts even tho i don’t like it.

“b-beomgyu!” he hears your chirpy voice speak through the speaker on his phone. he woke up that morning with a few missed calls and missed messages from you from the early hours in the morning when he was asleep.

it was nothing new, you always spammed him with those things when you went out and got drunk without him. it made him feel special, that you were always the first he went to.

“i think i had a little too much to drink, i-i’m home now but i miss you.” you slurred your words and he smiles at his best friends habits of your sing song voice when you were drunk.

“there’s so much i want to tell you right now, just so i can watch the pretty smile on your lips.” the tips of beomgyu’s ears turn red from the sudden compliment before the voicemail ends there. luckily for him, there were more. he clicks play on the other calls and waits for what else you have to say, ready to tease you about it the next time he sees you.

“don’t even get me started on your lips, beomgyu theyre so pretty…” you giggle and beomgyu shakes his head lightly “…so fucking hot too.”

this time beomgyu’s smile vanished from his lips, he’s used to you calling him cute. you calling him hot was something that never happened, but something he could get used to.

“they’re just so inviting, it’s just a shame we’ve been friends for this long and you haven’t kissed me yet.” he hears you sigh dramatically followed by a hiccup and beomgyu cannot believe what he is hearing, of course he’s thought those things about you and he’s thought worse things but he never knew that’s what you wanted.

“wanna kiss you so bad.” he bites back his smile before the second voicemail ends and he can see that he has one more left to listen to. he sat for a second, trying to collect his thoughts.

only thinking ‘you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts’

so with a shaky finger, his clicks play on the final voicemail you left for him before he assumes you fell asleep.

“want to fall apart all over your pretty face.” and now beomgyu was really shocked, there was no way you had just said that and then willingly send the message.

“fuck- beomgyu i want you so bad.” his mouth hangs open slightly before the third and final voicemail ends.

he sat there on his bed, mind racing a million miles an hour as he contemplates what he should do. part of him wants to run to your place and give you everything you were talking about, the other part was telling him you were drunk and that’s not what you actually wanted.

after what feels like a lifetime, he takes his gamble and picks up his phone and clicking on your caller ID and another part of him prays that you don’t pick up.

“mornin’” your groggy voice chuckles lightly but beomgyu’s heart rate is so fast he doesn’t feel like he can laugh right now.

“i’m guessing your call means i got absolutely shitfaced last night.” you laugh again, like beomgyu thought, it wasn’t the first time that you had sent him voicemails but none had been as open as last nights.

“something like that.” was all he could muster, he wanted to talk about what you said, but how was he meant to bring something like that up.

“god, you’re so quiet.” you sigh “was i really that bad.” you say sitting up but as soon as you did you regretted your option and flop back down on the bed.

“you were just more honest.” honest was an interesting way to put it, at least beomgyu hoped it was you being honest.

“what did i say.” and now it was your turn to feel nervous, he was never this tense when you gave him multiple calls and messages and now he didn’t seem to have a lot of words.

“i mean…” beomgyu chuckles slightly before thinking about if he should mention it “…you said the usual.” and you blush slightly, you called beomgyu cute all the time it wasn’t a shock anymore.

“oh good, i thought i said something mean to you.” you sigh.

“you also said i was pretty this time too.” he says bluntly and you frown for a split second, trying to recall what you said but you cannot remember for the life of you.

“especially my lips apparently.” the smugness in his tone was evident as you feel yourself flush even more at your loose mouth “you even called them hot.” he smirks down the line and now it was your turn to feel shocked.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“i-i don’t remember that.” you stutter and it only adds fuel to his fire.

“i remember very clearly.” he says pretending to fake think even though he knows you can’t see him “actually.” he says excitedly and it only makes your stomach drop even more.

“i think i remember more.” beomgyu says and you hear him shuffle on the other end of the line.

“like what?” your voice was quiet and timid and he can just picture the look of distress on your face. he also knows there’s no way you could guess what your drunk mouth revealed to him last night.

“i remember you saying something along the lines of ‘i want to fall apart on your face’ would you like you explain what you meant by that?” he smirks again and your jaw hangs wide open, not being able to comprehend anything despite wanting to defend yourself.

“beomgyu i’m sorry i-” you try and apologise but he cuts you off.

“that doesn’t sound like an explanation.” he shakes his head while he tuts down the line and you feel yourself swallow a lump in your throat about how much he must hate you right now.

“so let me explain for you” you bite the inside of your cheek feeling like your words are stuck in your throat.

“i think that my pretty little friend got a little too drunk isn’t that right?” he asks you and you still can’t bring yourself to speak until he demands an answer from you.

“yes.” was all you could muster.

“and my pretty little friend accidentally told me a little too much, isn’t that right?” his voice was filled with fake sympathy.

“yes.”

“and my pretty girl wants to kiss me.”

“y-yes.” feeling giddy at the change of nickname from him.

“and i want to kiss my pretty girl back, and i want to watch her fall apart on my face, do you think i could come over?”

“p-please.”

richboy!seonghwa masterlist

you’re the new girl at a prestegious school who quickly finds herself in a love triangle with the two most eligible rich boys: park seonghwa, the boy who proves himself to be the closest thing to perfect and kang yeosang, harsh bully turned love interest two. it’s an internal struggle for everyone involved, kisses behind closed doors, exposed secrets and tattered friendships, a case of choosing between something safe and easy or full of passion and intensity.

“okay but a safe gentleman is better than some brooding asshole you always fight with.”

“that is romanticism, you fool! passion and fighting and making up.”

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