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ill atempt to work on pt2 of ateez catching you reading fanfic after work tonight :)

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

Yo, looking to get back into writing!! If you guys have any requests please send them my way. I'll do scenarios, reactions, send me your thoughts youve had for so long but felt too nervous to request :)

Only things I won't write is major character death (subjective, i may but all depends) and piss/waste play.

for @seoultraveller​

i always look forward to your asks!! you’re such a sweetheart <3 i will FIGHT ANYONE who’s mean to you :’D

tags: :) idk how to tag this lmao, coming untouched ••

San clears his throat, slightly angrily as he stares at you. You don’t notice, of course you don’t, because you’re busy talking to the rest of the boys. And you’re smiling, having fun as if you’re having the most interesting conversation in the world.

All San can remember, seeing your glittering eyes and hearing your occasional giggles, is how you’d looked under him the previous night.

Bright eyes, slightly glazed but so, so pretty and full of lust. The way you’d held out your hands to pull him closer, looking around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss while he’d shuddered against your lips.

The way you’d parted from him, mouth opening as you sighed, and you’d squirmed in his grasp.

He blinks, realising he’s stiffening in his underwear, and that’s not a nice thing to do while his friends are over and talking to his lover. His nice, innocent yet tantalising lover who has no idea of what they’re doing to him.

It’s not your fault either. San has always been quick to react to you, because you’re just that amazing to him. But thinking about you is a sure-fire way for him to get so turned on, and he really shouldn’t be having these thoughts in public.

But oh, the way you moan out his name, loud and unabashed on some nights, hushed and breathy on others. It strokes the fire inside of him to unimaginable heights, makes his knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists.

And because he’s so, so affected by you, he can feel himself beginning to leak precome, dampening his pants and making him feel so dirty.

He watches on, some minutes passing and as the images of you flash behind his eyelids, he knows it’s over. There he is, in the same room as his friends, having come in his pants like a horny teenager, without any stimulation.

you’re the one that i want (part 25)

word count: 5k

fluff

(part 24) (series masterlist)

almost every summer of your life, you spent at the beach.

and while you loved it each and every year, a place that served as a safe space you always so desperately needed, a part of you also knew it wasn’t a choice.

you came here because your parents sent you, because they didn’t want you with them and you didn’t have anywhere else to go. 

you’d spent those years feeling completely unwanted and terrified of everyone and everything; thinking at any given moment, someone was gonna hurt you. that no one cared about your thoughts or feelings or even your existence.

and you’d grown used to that mentality for so long. you were sad and hurt and just living day to day with that knowledge because what else could you do?

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badboy!san

a part of you wishes that you listened to wooyoung more carefully when he first warned you about his roommate. 

that you really sat down and considered what your best friend of six years was telling you, so warningly and cautiously, almost with a preconceived look of fear and sympathy in his eyes. 

like he knew, in just a matter of months, you’d be completely ruined and destroyed by the first boy you’d ever been with. 

“whatever you do, y/n, please, just stay away from choi san, okay?” wooyoung begged quietly, his tone the most serious and soft spoken you’d heard in your life from him.

“you have to promise me.”

but you heard the words and pushed them off carelessly, promised him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff that followed that of course, if he really wants, you’d stay away from choi san.

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status: coming september

tag list: @mochibabycakes​ @atinyarmyx1​ @baekhvuns​ @bunbaebae​ @markleeyeosang​ @nlost21​ @cherryeonii​ @hwaven​ @lost-midnight-flower​ @toothlessshiber​ @utopiakys​ @seonghwanotes​

couldn’t tag: @harry-the-pottypus @marksflvr @inkigayeo @hyunjeansuniverse 

hop hop little bunny | k.y

synopsis: wooyoung’s best friends are a pain in your ass. one of them won’t stop flirting with you and the other won’t get off your ass about anything. you’re not sure it could get any worse.

and then you develop a crush on one of them and everything is set into flames.

pairing: brat tamer!yeosang x brat!reader

warnings: afab reader, brother!wooyoung, flirty!san, skater au, e2l trope, smut, brief mentions of weed, pet names, mentions of masturbation, dirty daydreams, mentions of face fucking, masturbation, vaginal fingering, sex toys, size queen reader, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, sexual teasing, degradation, name calling, light pet play, fake pity, choking, sir kink, brief thigh spanking, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex (don’t do this), spit kink, squirting, creampie, aftercare, slight humor, open-ish ending.

word count: 5.8k

authors note: this is a reupload from http-chan. i am not stealing, i am reposting my own work.

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5 weeks。 (m)

pairing: idol!jung wooyoung x fem-stylist!reader genre: idol universe, strangers to lovers, colleagues to lovers, smut (age gap, unspecified range, reader is older) word count: 12.3k summary: in which freelancing stylist gigs puts you between a rock and a hard place.

the rock being “never slept with a client before and not looking to start now,” and the hard place being a younger than you and much too daring for his own good, jung wooyoung.

a/n: a gift for a friend. you’re welcome and fly high, S ♡ also i wrote half of this with post 2nd vaccine dose brain fog so erm we moved.

→ smut warnings under the cut

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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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Addicting Kitten Epilogue - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

MASTERPOST HERE.

This is a thank you for hitting 500 followers. 💜✨ 

Summary: A summer trip with your boyfriend, Seonghwa, doesn’t go exactly how you planned.

Genre and warnings: goth sub!seonghwa with not so innocent reader anymore. (no longer baby, wants power). fem pronouns for reader. dirty talk. unprotected sex. use of a collar. if i missed anything, lemme know.

Word count: 8,672.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @multihoe-net - @chronosavrus - @gyubaby - @ayoo-bangtan - @sktbzc0re - @lizsvcks - @xduygu-arsx - @raysanshine - @jucobego - @park-simphwa - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @sunsethw4 - @shotarosleftpinky - @woahitsguin - @yunhofingers - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @haruharu-egypt - @yuyusmist - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @offmymindmp3 - @xirenex - sorry if i missed anyone. i pulled the tags from the last chapter and added people who requested to be tagged for my ateez/all fics. 

this story is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

           “What about this one?” You hold a necklace up, watching the way it glitters underneath the bright sunlight.

           “Looks good, kitten.” Seonghwa says automatically.

           You lower the necklace, glancing over at your boyfriend. Against the backdrop of the beach and the vibrant stalls that line the shopping area, saying he sticks out is wording it mildly. Whereas everything around Seonghwa is a riot of colour, he is dressed entirely in red and black. His hair is dark red, tousled by the wind coming off the water and his makeup has been applied in his usual expert hand with dark eyeshadow and lipstick. The only acquiesce to the warmer weather is that his shirt doesn’t have long sleeves, meaning that you have enjoyed taking glances at his toned arms all day, and a pair of black flip flops instead of combat boots are on his feet. But the usual pair of dark ripped jeans are on. Seonghwa seems torn between wanting to dress his usual way and having to admit the weather simply won’t permit it.

           There is one subtle change in his attire today, however, and it’s that the choker he typically wears has now been replaced by white lace. It matches your own outfit, a simple white beach dress with pink flip flops. Seonghwa had been doing that often as of late – changing his choker to tie together with whatever you are wearing. He never spoke about it, always deciding on what choker to wear after he saw your finished outfit.

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badboy!yeonjun x innocent!reader 

word count: 21k

angst, fluff, smut

when your teacher asked you to tutor in the beginning of the school year, you were hesitant even then. 

you knew that it meant your lunch period and one study hall for the day were gonna be completely booked, helping younger kids grasp the basic idea that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell.

but then you met one young girl desperate to pass her first test in october and knew your teacher had gotten you, sending a small, defeated smile her way as you gave her the okay to put your name on the list. 

you didn’t expect to come back from winter break with the news that the next student you’d be tutoring wasn’t a sweet 7th grade girl but none other than choi yeonjun. 

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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.”

omg pervy soob is so precious 🥺 he will either be a bottom or service top and it’s gonna be so messy bc he’s trying not to cum too soon but will also rearrange your guts bc he’s so big and so eager to please you and so excited that he’s FINALLY able to touch you 😔

yessss, sex with Soobin is the messiest, he’s a big boy with a big dick who just cums way too much

he’s for sure a bottom when you start out, just a helpless whiny mess underneath you who cums too soon, too fast. he can barely believe that you wanna sit on his dick, let alone that he might actually be allowed to touch you 😢 so he just lets you pin him down and use him to get yourself off 😭

after the first few times you guide his hands across your body, though, it starts to actually click with him that he IS allowed to touch you. he stills asks for permission every time, because you love hearing him beg to touch you, to get you off, but you can never deny him for too long. the more active he is, the needier he is for praise—he just wants to make you feel good so bad, wants to make sure that he’s doing it right

when he finally actually tops you, he’s more nervous even than the first time you had sex, just constantly asking what you want, if it feels good—he’d honestly prefer it if you just order him around for the whole night, he’s more comfortable following instructions.

one of the big differences between you and him topping is that when you’re riding him, you can control how fast and how much of that massive dick you’re taking; when Soobin’s topping, though, ’rearranging your guts’ is almost painfully accurate in this scenario 😭 service top Soobin fucks you until you’re drooling and incoherent and still asks if he’s doing a good job 🥺

he is so so soooooo careful when he starts fucking you, short shallow little thrusts because you’re just so little underneath him 🥺 he doesn’t wanna hurt you 🥺 (he also doesn’t want to cum too fast 😭) but your tiny body takes his huge cock so well, so easily, and you keep demanding more, so soon enough he’s gripping your hips and fucking into you with sharp, quick thrusts, not wanting to spend anymore time not inside of you than he absolutely needs to.

Soobin’s so big that it doesn’t matter what angle he’s fucking you from, he’s pressing into your g-spot with every thrust, and combined with his thumb clumsily circling your clit, he’s dragging you over the edge into overstimulation without even trying. poor boy is so used to you fucking him well after he’s spent, though, that he just takes the clench of your muscles around him as a sign to keep going—and you can’t tell him to slow down when you can’t even string two words together. he ends up curled over you, one big hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you close while the other’s fisted in the sheets beside your head, face buried in your neck as he begs for you to tell him that he’s doing good, that he’s your good boy. and because you’re too fucked out to tell him when to stop, he’ll just end up going until he physically can’t, until you’ve gone from dragging your nails down his back and keening from the mix of pleasure and pain to a limp, drooling wreck under him, until he’s made an overstimulated mess out of the both of you.

(there is a part of him that is secretly SO proud of the fact that he can fuck you stupid, seeing the dazed look in your eyes as you struggle to string more than two words together has his sweet baby heart fluttering💞)

god, and the mess—this boy cums so much that it starts spilling out of you before he’s even finished filling you up, and no matter how many times you ruin him, he’ll never stop being embarrassed about it. he’ll whine and blush, but Soobin secretly loves it when you tease him for how much he cums—make him cum all over himself, then scold him for being so sloppy and make him lick it off your fingers✨ he’ll be hard again in minutes, i promise✨ sit on his face and make him eat his own cum out of you while it drips all over him✨ he WILL see stars✨

tagging: @jensdior

step one: receiving

pairing: dom!chan x virgin!reader

warnings: afab reader, teasing, excessive making out, corruption kink, fluffy smut, praise, grinding, finger sucking, oral (reader receiving), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, aftercare.

word count: 3.5k

authors note: this is a reupload from http-chan. i am not stealing, i am reposting my own work.

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playing with fire (part 5)

word count: 19k

angst, fluff, smut 

(part 4) (series masterlist)

your first real wedding shoot, not some drunken experience with a tipsy bride and sneaky, charismatic boyfriend, was one of the greatest things you’d ever experienced.

the moment you walked into the church, the pews lined with pastel pink ribbon and flowers, you knew it was gonna be a good day.

it was the distraction you needed from your awkward morning, waking up beside yunho and feeling his presence against your back.

his neck fanned your skin in such a familiar but foreign way, waking that way with seonghwa each and every morning but this time feeling very different. 

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Twisted Chemistry 9

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, little angst

Word count: 9k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), fingering

Taglist: @marigold-mika, @sunwooyoung, @nevieatiny, @yunsangoveryonder​, @nseeteaa, @alecanal93​, @mangotexts​, @underratedmisfit​, @dollarfear​, @sunsethw4​, @mayosgrises​, @atinystray​, @perfectlysane24​, @f4iryyunho​ (Let me know if you want to be added :])

The place is filled with models and people laughing in rich. I follow Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yeosang closely, once again, feeling out of place. Seonghwa glancing back every ten seconds to check that I am still there behind him. He definitely felt a bit guilty. Which as my boss he shouldn’t but as my boyfriend he can’t help but feel like it.

“Seonghwa!! It’s finally nice to meet you.” An expensive looking man walks up to the three other men with a huge smile on his face. He leans in to kiss each men on both their cheeks before leaning away.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. How’s the wife?”

“Probably with a glass of wine in her hand.” I raise my eyebrows as they all laugh and I look down at my watch. “Yes, honey it’s 9:00am but it’s never too early to drink wine.” He laughs even more and I smile shyly. None of what they were saying was remotely funny. Why were they laughing so much?

They start to walk around together, talking both social life and business as I follow them closely, noting down everything Seonghwa tells me to, adding my own notes to it. We stop at a model’s mirror and while they start to talk, a voice calls out to Hongjoong, Yeosang and..

“Seonghwa!!” I turn around to the female voice.

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𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓭?

DISCLAIMER: This is just a part of the analysis of the idol's natal chart, which wants to show a deeper perspective on the idols life. This analysis is carried out thanks to the data that appears in the birth chart. These are my interpretations of the signs and how they work based on my experiences with them. Everyone has different opinions and all interpretation and experiences within is valid. The point of this post is to entertain. [This idol hasn't confirmed his birth time, so I used the standard 12pm time to calculate his natal chart].

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡

(Lilith reveals the conditions that someone can be drawn towards s3xu4lly and what makes us feel most vulnerable)

LOVES AFFECTION AND ATTENTION SO MUCH

VERY provocative

may like having s3x in front of mirrors

he can also be quite possessive and jealous, so make up s3x can be a thing too

rough and aggressive s3x !!

wild and intense

jongho can get impatient when his needs aren’t satisfied

attention seeker !!

very show off in the bedroom

moans and praises will DEFINITELY turn him on

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬

(The sign position of the Asteroid, Eros, can reveal some of our 3rotic turn-ons, as well as the level of our 3rotic nature.)

POWER PLAY

VERY sensual

wants to feel safe with his partner

consistent

straightforward

spontaneous

can be attracted to experienced partners

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬

(Mars shows us the style in which we express our s3xu4l nature.)

kinky af

very respectful about his partner likes and dislikes

V O Y E U R I S M

cares a lot to make sure that the atmosphere for love-making is correct

loves pleasuring his partner and wants to know if he's doing a good job

BDSM

gets turned on by the idea that he is a slave OR he likes when his partner plays that role

gets worked up when he knows someone appreciates all the things he does

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬

(Venus shows us some of the important “trappings” and foreplay that help us get in the mood for s3x.)

his physical commitment to a lover is directly linked to emotional commitment

s3x is intimate and personal for jongho

eye contact!!

ropes and handcuffs are a big YES

may be obsessed with s3x

h i c k e y s

Mercury conjunct Venus

dirty talk

could also like s3xting and/or having phone s3x

Venus sextile Mars

has great s3x appeal

Mars square Jupiter

impulsive

impatient

could be selfish in bed

Mars square Pluto

might use s3x as a tool or weapon in some way

Pluto trine Lilith

s3xual empowerment comes naturally here

the language of flowers : oh, the prettiest

AN ATEEZ COLLAB

theme : language of flowers

each flower has a meaning to it. and simply, make use of the beautiful meaning behind them and make a piece of art with it !

deets !

you can choose any member to work on. three slots for each, and I will keep updating them.

the deadline is February 2022 and the dropout deadline is December 2021

there's no need of a particular trope, choose what you like !

you must have discord! all updates will be made there !

minimum wc is 500 words.

nsfw is also allowed, but only if you are 18+

how to participate !

reblog this post.

send me an ask with the member and your discord id <3

current member slots !

hongjoong :

seonghwa :

@cofhees

yunho :

yeosang :

@yunkiwii @unaktinyidle

san :

mingi :

wooyoung :

jongho :

that's all ! have a nice day <3

05. khj, jwy

pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader x jung wooyoung genre: friends to lovers, smut word count: 14.7k summary: at hongjoong’s insistence, the opportunity for a third to join the equation all for one night is presented — it’s all fun and games…and sex, of course.

except for one catch: can you court jung wooyoung? and even more, can you handle him once you have?

→ series mlist.

➵ dm/ask to be on the taglist!

a/n: i don’t have anything to say. WOOJOONG SUPREMACY…SORRY.

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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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ok but ceo seonghwa on the desk + eating out????????

send a kink + a member for a smutty drabble!! (closed).

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader. | genre: ceo!hwa, infidelity, husband!jongho, smut. | warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) themes of cheating, light dirty talk, seonghwa is literally obsessed with the reader,,, seonghwa? more like simphwa. | word count: 878  | hyde’s input: press f to pay respect to poor jongho.

the clock on the wall is ticking but you're far too distracted by his licking.

he has half the heart to warn you, or to conjure up the will-power to detach himself from your heavenly taste but, alas, he's waited far too long, lusted far too intensely just to lose his chance to something as meaningless as time.

"c'mon princess, i know you can be louder than that." he mumbles from his position between your legs, head turning to brush his cherry lips against the skin on your thigh. there's no hesitance when he speaks, which almost fools you into thinking this isn't the first time he's touched you in such a way.

but how could he ever forget the words your husband, drunken and overly zealous to brag about you, had recounted to a whole board of people, eagerly spilling details about your sex-life, planting the dirtiest seed in seonghwa's brain.

he needed to have you.

seonghwa drags his tongue up your soaked slit, teasing your hole with the possibility of his muscle finally entering you only for him to continue toward your aching clit. it’s when he sucks on your bud that he gets you to succumb to your pleasure, throwing your head back as the most sinful moan leaves you.

his eyes never leave you, not at your wedding, not at business events and certainly not now as you sit upon his desk, pretty skirt bunched up and panties long-ago stuffed into the pocket of his suit jacket, which he’d discarded moments before sinking to his knees in front of you, tie already removed and several of his shirt’s buttons undone prior, when he’d finally been blessed enough to have your lips against his own in a heated make-out.

“hwa, oh my-” your voice, sweeter than any chocolate, breaking at the pleasure of his own actions is all the encouragement he needs, really, but your fingers tangling and pulling at his hair do nothing but aid.

while one hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open, the other makes it’s way up to your core, not even warning you before one of his fingers enters you and his mouth is back on your clit, teasing you with the tip of his tongue while another finger joins in on stretching you open.

“fuck, princess, you’re so tight.” he knows you’re staring at your own wetness resting against his lips, just like he feels you clench around his digits when his tongue swipes over them to collect the remnants of you. “has jongho not been fucking you right, hmm? when was the last time anyone touched you, baby?”

“two- ahh-” he times it perfectly, unable to hold back a humored laugh when your eyes roll back as his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot. you swallow, trying to collect yourself, and he takes the chance to taste you again, tongue licking up any part of you it can reach. “two months. he’s been- hwa!- too busy with the- oh my- with the lawsuit.”

his heart aches for you, while simultaneously writhing with anger aimed at his once business partner. what kind of man neglected his wife’s needs, over some silly court papers?

“my poor baby. i wouldn’t do that to you.” the pout on his face is mocking you in ways that only serve to make you wetter, to make you want him more. “you know that, right? never would’ve let this stupid lawsuit between me and him get in the way of me keeping your pretty cunt satisfied. in fact, i’d probably have recorded it and sent it to him, just to show how much fun i was still having whilst he tries to make my life a living hell in court.”

the next few moments are a blur of his fingers pulling out of you, him rising to his feet and looming over you with his tall frame. he can’t resist the praise that bubbles out of him when he watches your lips wrap around his soaked fingers, cleaning yourself off of him.

“don’t worry, princess, i’ll take care of you, okay?” you’ve already buried our head in the crook of his neck, doing your best to leave your marks on him whilst also unbuckling his belt, impatient to have him fill you up after all the years of silent pining and unaddressed sexual tension. “you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve to have a nice, hard cock fuck you.”

behind your back, your phone-screen lights up with another message notification and he’s incapable of holding back a grin of victory when he reads it, just as your hand finally dips into his boxers to take a hold of his member.

[18:06 pm] jjong 🐻: gonna be home late, need to go pick something up from park seonghwa’s office.

[18:08 pm] jjong 🐻: apparently he forgot to give my lawyer a copy of the settlement agreement.

[18:14 pm] jjong 🐻: i’ll see you soon, ok? we can go out for dinner or something, celebrate the fact this defamation case is coming to an end finally.

[18:17 pm] jjong 🐻: forgot to say it but i love you xx

[18:39 pm] jjong 🐻: you better hope park seonghwa’s lawyers also deal with divorce cases.

situations - k.hj, p.sh, c.s

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kim hongjoong, park seonghwa, choi san x fem!reader - emo band!au, smut, fluff, foursome, dick piercings, creampies, praise (use of good girl), san has a breeding kink, hongjoong's nipples are pierced, brief ot8 interaction

word count: 7.9k

tag list: @formidxble @pikacuuuuuuu @shinyddeonghwa @ateezappreciation (unable to tag: @hwahomie)

Following this tour was definitely the best decision you’d ever made. Sure, you were going to have to work overtime for months once you were home and borrow money from anybody who was willing to lend you some, but it was entirely worth it. You’d been saving up for something like this for the past few years and finally here you were: watching your favourite band front row every other night, staying in cheap hotels and sleeping on bumpy bus rides between cities. You were exhausted but it was - again - so fucking worth it.

Seeing the same set list over and over, you’d memorised the parts of the show that were repeated each night and had fallen in love with the sections that were spontaneous and improvised. Some people would say that seeing concerts repeated this way would make them boring but having the set list memorised was like a dream come true to you. Along with the way Hongjoong’s voice shouted over the drums and guitar, the way Seonghwa licked his lips before joining Hongjoong during the choruses and the way San’s eyelids hung low over his eyes each time he finished a drum solo, the songs had you feeling more alive than you’d ever felt before.

Being so close to the men who you’d been a fan of for several years now was unreal. Things you’d never considered to be important were suddenly your favourite details about them. You’d known Hongjoong had gotten his nipples pierced a year back but it was more noticeable when seeing him in person, his shirts sometimes tight enough to make it obvious or his tank tops slipping or hanging in a way that left his chest visible. San was significantly hotter in real life, his exaggerated expressions and movements enough to make your heart pound - no camera could ever capture his energy. Seonghwa’s hands suddenly became of massive interest to you - they were so well taken care of despite the fact that he played bass, his fingers strong and skillfully moving between chords.

You were sure that they’d entirely ruined other men for you because nothing was going to top the way they made your panties wet with just the right nod of their head or lick of their lips. Yeah, this was definitely the best decision you’d ever made.

During the fourth concert, Hongjoong’s eyes had met yours halfway through the concert, and he’d winked at you, laughing when your eyes widened and hands came up to cover your mouth. He blew you a kiss and continued with the show, your heart pounding so hard in your throat you were sure that if you opened your mouth it would come up along with the breath you were holding in.

The eighth concert Hongjoong noticed you again, and this time, at the end of the concert when all eight band members were standing close to the edge of the stage, he pointed you out to Seonghwa who grinned upon seeing you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. The other members noticed Seonghwa staring and turned to look, the other fans around you screaming and waving their arms, assuming the members were looking at them. San grinned, winking at you before they continued with their thanks for the audience of the concert.

After that, at least one of the members seemed to spot you each concert, grinning at you playfully before leaving the stage. During one concert, Hongjoong leaned forward from the edge of the stage, letting different fans hold his hand for a few seconds while he sang filthy words about giving head to dead girls. His hand finally met yours and squeezed tightly, taking the mic away from his lips for a moment to grin at you, thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he let go and made his way back to his microphone stand. You looked up to find Wooyoung and Yeosang watching you from their keyboards with smirks on their lips, your panties suddenly feeling very uncomfortable against your crotch.

You’d been to just over half of the shows on the tour when San pointed you out halfway through the concert.

“Here’s one more drum solo for the pretty girl who’s been to all our shows on this tour,” he said into his mic, not even bothering to look into the audience, having already spotted you earlier. “Hope you’re still having fun dollface.”

There was a murmuring among the crowd as girls pushed around to figure out who he was talking about even though he’d given no indication as to what you might look like. San’s drum solo quickly drowned out the murmurs, cheers filling the venue.

Nearing the end of the tour, the band got used to addressing you once or twice during the concerts, flashing you grins and blowing you kisses before walking off stage. During the second to last show, Hongjoong all but pointed you out to the rest of the audience, grinning every time you sucked on your bottom lip, clearly flustered from all the attention.

His voice dropped an octave as he sang what had quickly become your favourite song during this tour, his eyes barely leaving yours throughout it. He moved the mic away from his lips, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling, letting out a groan that wasn’t audible thanks to the loud instruments playing. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, watching you sing out the lines as though you were still hearing the song for the first time.

“I am an architect of difference, you are just a hole,” he practically growled into the microphone, running a hand through his hair before turning away from you. You felt the now familiar feeling of your lower tummy tightening at the sound of his voice, thighs pressing together for a moment as you suppressed a whimper. He continued singing, turning back to you only during the last repetition of the chorus, his lips curving into a grin at the sight of you with the tip of your tongue between your teeth. “I wanna show you what a bitch I can be.”

Just as the concert finished, Seonghwa threw out another fond line to you, winking as he did so.

“I hope our favourite groupie is taking care of herself,” he said into the microphone, the rest of the members whistling and cheering behind him. “Since tomorrow’s the last show, make sure to wear something pretty.”

You nodded vigorously, earning a laugh from Seonghwa as he glanced at you before he finally said goodbye to the crowd.

Seonghwa didn’t have to tell you to wear something pretty, of course. Since it was the last show, you’d bought a VIP package for it, meaning you’d get to speak to all the members backstage before the show. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone with them, but after all these shows of seeing them from afar (although considering that you’d held Hongjoong’s hand various times by now maybe it wasn’t that far) you were restless to sit with them and see them up close. There was so much you wanted to tell them - how their music had changed your life, how talented they were, how attractive they were - that you were suddenly terrified you’d forget what it was you wanted to tell them.

As it turned out, that should’ve been the least of your concerns.

The next day as you stood in line with the other fans who’d gotten VIP packages, you became hyper aware of just how nervous you were. Your hands were shaking, knees feeling as though they were made of jelly as you tried to catch your breath. At this rate you weren’t even going to manage walking into the room where the band was waiting. When the door finally opened, a security guard checked tickets as the handful of fans filed into the room. Upon seeing you, he raised a hand, stopping you from entering the room. He held the door open further and you caught a glimpse of Hongjoong before the door shut again, your cheeks suddenly feeling as though they were on fire.

“You’ll have to come back after the show,” the security guard told you in a gruff voice. Your eyes widened and your nerves disappeared as you felt yourself grow angry.

“But I paid for the VIP ticket!” you exclaimed, holding up the pass you’d been given. He nodded but shrugged, opening his mouth to talk before you interrupted him. “Everyone else went in, why should I have to wait!”

“Band’s decision, ma’am,” he told you with another shrug, watching your bottom lip tremble as he rolled his eyes. “Hongjoong was very firm that you should come later.”

You narrowed your eyes at him incredulously.

“Hongjoong said-”

“Yes, miss, now I have to ask you to leave.”

Somehow the prospect of Hongjoong recognising you and pointing you out wasn’t at all exciting, your stomach only twisting with anxiety at the thought that you might not get to meet the band like you’d been waiting to do for months now. What if they didn’t let you in after the concert? What if it was too crowded and you couldn’t get there in time? Or worse, what if Hongjoong had pointed out the wrong girl, and you’d be standing there like a fool? You toyed with your VIP tag as you waited for the concert to start, heart still thrumming in your ears. Your attention finally shifted as the band came onto the stage for the last time this tour, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout at the thought that the tour was almost over.

Before the concert began San came to the front of the stage, stealing Hongjoong’s microphone to speak to the crowd, a languid smile on his lips, eyes still bright the way they were before their concerts got into full swing.

“I know there was someone waiting to see us today,” he said, toying with his lip ring before he continued to speak. He looked around, spotting you and your dismayed expression. He shot you a small smile and wave, causing the fans around you to scream and push forward. “It’ll be worth the wait, sweetheart.”

Unlike when Seonghwa had spoken to you at the last show, you didn’t nod, just exaggerated your pout, earning a giggle from San before he let Hongjoong snatch the microphone from him.

“And on that note, here’s ‘Zombie Dance’,” Hongjoong said, running a hand through his hair. You gathered yourself enough to cheer, reminding yourself that this was the last time you’d be seeing this setlist.

To your relief, by the end of the first song your nerves had dissipated, allowing you to grin and scream as though it was your last night on Earth (and it really felt like it was). You laughed when the members poked fun at each other between songs and when the other members playfully drenched Seonghwa in the water from their water bottles.

“And here’s our dear groupie’s favourite song, ‘Hatefuck’,” Hongjoong said, your stomach filling with butterflies. You were sure then that this was your favourite concert of the tour.

The end of the concert was filled with thanks to the fans and each member recounting their favourite moments of the tour, Wooyoung insisting that pouring water over Seonghwa was the obvious highlight of the past three months. Hongjoong ended the concert with a statement that had your knees turning to jelly all over again.

“I think we can all agree that one of our favourite things was having our front row angel at every concert so can I get a big thank you from everyone here tonight-”

He was cut off by cheers from the audience, Yeosang glancing at you with a smile to make sure you could tell that the cheers were for you.

“We love you all!” San yelled into the microphone once more before they filed off stage, the crowd cheering until they were entirely out of sight. You felt breathless, lips still pulled into a grin so wide that your cheeks hurt as you tried to absorb every single second of the concert. You tried to come up with a coherent thought but found yourself at a loss, only gasping softly when you remembered that you had to go backstage. Getting there was a pain with the way people had crowded around the entrances and exits, and just as you’d feared, the new security guard didn’t recognise you when you tried to get to the door where you’d been earlier.

“Your colleague told me to come back!” you insisted, vision starting to blur from the tears welling in your eyes. “He didn’t let me in earlier, I have the pass and everything!”

She shook her head, repeating the monotone line about how you should have been here earlier, rolling her eyes when you finally began to cry. You tried to explain again but only managed to get out a few gibberish words, holding the pass up to her face. Just when you were sure you were going to be kicked out you heard the security guard you’d spoken to earlier.

“You made her cry? Come on, look at her,” he mumbled in annoyance, waving a hand in front of your face to catch your attention. “The band’s waiting for you. Oh, Hongjoong’s gonna be pissed.”

The woman who’d been holding you back began to apologise, only to be waved off by her colleague who led you back to where you’d been earlier with a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to cry, okay? They’re all waiting for you so don’t cry,” he told you. He didn’t seem particularly empathetic, more so worried that you were about to embarrass yourself in front of the band members. You nodded in an attempt to calm yourself down but this only brought forth a new wave of sobs, the door opening to reveal your distressed state to three of the men you’d been seeing almost every night for the past three months. “You boys better get her some water before she passes out.”

With that, the door shut behind you and you were left standing in front of Hongjoong, Seonghwa and San, who seemed just as bewildered as you felt. Hongjoong got up from where he was sitting, his features pulling into an expression of obvious annoyance at how distressed you seemed. Upon seeing them so closely you began to grin, laughing a little through your tears.

“Are you okay, what happened?” Hongjoong asked, opening his arms to invite you into a hug. You almost choked on your breath as you moved to hug him. He smelled like sweat and cologne and he was warm against you, one hand rubbing between your shoulder blades. You rested your face against his shoulder, unable to see the smile that was plastered onto his face. “Did you hurt yourself, angelface?”

“I’m so- I’m- It’s so nice to meet you guys,” you tried, taking in deep shuddering breaths to try to calm down. You finally pulled away from him, stumbling back a few steps as you caught your breath. When they noticed that you were in fact not dying, they all relaxed a little, Hongjoong’s laugh filling the room.

“It’s nice to meet you too, groupie,” he said, sitting down and watching as you tried hurriedly to dry your cheeks.

“Hey, sit down,” Seonghwa said from the couch, taking your arm and pulling you gently so that you were sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your arm. “Why don’t you tell us your name?”

“Y/N,” you told them, hiccuping immediately after. San laughed at this, getting up from his seat to get you some water.

“Cute,” Hongjoong said, leaning forward to admire you now that you were up close to them. “Well, thank you for coming to all of our shows, Y/N.”

You nodded, thanking San as he handed you a bottle of water. You drank eagerly and then turned to face Hongjoong again, a bright smile taking over your features now that you’d composed yourself.

“Thank you for performing for us! I love your music so much, you guys are so talented and you perform really-” you were cut off by a small hiccup, which had Seonghwa’s hand rubbing your arm affectionately, but you didn’t slow down at all. “-you perform really well! The new songs are so good and your music changed my life!”

“You’re telling me the words ‘she loves me ‘cause I give head like a zombie’ changed your life?” San teased, raising an eyebrow. Hongjoong smirked when your expression changed to one of embarrassment, Seonghwa bouncing you on his lap slightly as though you were a child.

“Ah, leave her alone, she’s so cute,” Seonghwa told him.

“Maybe those words did change her life! I don’t know what she’s into,” San answered with an exaggerated shrug, his eyes never leaving your face. You felt your heart flutter as they casually spoke about you as though you weren’t there, Hongjoong fighting back a grin as he watched how you stared at San in awe.

“Let her talk, San,” he told the younger member, as though their attention hadn’t been on you all along. You looked between them and then glanced at Seonghwa behind you, smiling a little when you made eye contact with him.

“Where’s- where’s everybody else?” you asked timidly, gesturing to the small backpack that you were holding. “I wrote you guys postcards, and I made keychains-”

“I think we found our biggest fan,” Seonghwa murmured, his hand moving from your arm to gently rub your back.

“They went out to get food, they’ll be back soon enough,” Hongjoong reassured you with a smile, leaning his head against his palm as he watched you.

“Do I have to leave soon?” you asked, looking at them. When Hongjoong shook his head no, you quickly picked up from where you’d left off a few moments ago. “Okay! And you guys are so handsome, you look so good in all your outfits and you-” you turned to face San, gesturing wildly as you spoke. “-look so strong when you're playing the drums, and you all sound so good, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone sound so hot talking about being in love with a serial killer.”

You spoke the whole time without acknowledging what you were saying, stopping only to drink more water, your sniffles having finally come to a stop. Seonghwa looked to Hongjoong, who was now watching you carefully, one brow raised. You finally set the bottle down again, leaning into Seonghwa’s hands on your waist, not thinking much of the touch. You looked back and forth between them, noticing now how they were all watching you with semi-amused expressions. Hongjoong was going to speak up when you gasped, turning to look at Seonghwa.

“Oh, and I wore my favourite dress!” you told him with a grin. You gestured to the dress, smoothing down the skirt of it with a proud smile. “Since you told me to wear something pretty for the last show.”

Seonghwa swore quietly then, his hands lowering to your hips. Your eyes widened in surprise but you took the response as a positive one. San stood before you had a chance to speak again. Hongjoong followed him and moved to stand in front of you, making you hum in confusion as you looked up at them. Just as Hongjoong was about to touch you, he stopped, his expression suddenly very serious as he looked at you.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” he asked, to which you nodded, heartbeat loud in your ears. “Good girl.”

His hand moved to pet your head, thumb gently running over your forehead. You happily leaned into his touch, stomach tying into knots as you felt Seonghwa’s hands squeeze your hips gently.

“How can we repay you for coming to so many of our shows, hm?” Hongjoong asked, cupping one of your cheeks in his hand and crouching so he was at the same level as you were, seeing as you were still perched on Seonghwa’s lap. His face was now close enough to yours that you could see every detail of his features. You opened your mouth to speak but found that only a small whine came out, earning you a chuckle from all three men. “How about a kiss? A kiss for our front row angel?”

In contrast to your anxious state just a few moments ago, you nodded eagerly, shifting your position slightly on Seonghwa’s lap. Hongjoong let out a small, soft laugh that you’d come to love from hearing it in his songs and, more recently, hearing it live. You thought your heart might jump out of your chest as you watched Hongjoong lean in, but as soon as your eyes fell shut and his lips met yours the wellbeing of your heart seemed unimportant.

He was firm, his lips a little chapped against yours as his tongue dragged against your lip. As soon as you parted your lips slightly his tongue came into contact with yours, a small moan escaping you. You could hear San mumble ‘how cute’ and feel Seonghwa’s thumbs kneading into your hips, your heart rate picking up. But it was the feeling of Hongjoong tilting his head to accommodate you better, his tongue suddenly much deeper inside of your mouth, that finally pushed you over the edge, a louder moan leaving you as you dropped the water bottle you’d been holding. One of your hands took hold of Seonghwa’s knee, the other reaching for San and managing to take a hold of his shirt. The boys watched in amusement as you whimpered when Hongjoong pulled away, your brows drawn together.

“There we go,” Hongjoong murmured. You looked at him in mild confusion when he patted your cheek. “That should be enough, right?”

“No, wait!” you exclaimed, catching yourself and the three of them by surprise. The shit-eating grin on Hongjoong’s face made you tighten your grip on San’s shirt, barely aware of how you were pulling him towards you. “Please can I- what about San and Seonghwa?”

“What about them?” Hongjoong teased, watching the way you let go of San’s shirt and Seonghwa’s knee to play with the hem of your dress, your hands shaking. The way you pressed your thighs together slightly was a dead giveaway to just how flustered you’d gotten from one kiss. “Come on, we won’t bite.”

“Unless you want,” San added, earning an eye roll from Seonghwa.

“It’s not fair if I don’t kiss them too, right?” you asked cautiously, Hongjoong’s thumb coming to stroke your cheek at the sound of your words.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

San didn’t give you a chance to reconsider your offer, taking Hongjoong’s place in front of you. He looked you up and down as if examining you. After a few seconds of this he lifted you slightly so that you were now straddling one of Seonghwa’s thighs, your breath catching in your throat at the sudden pressure against your crotch. San just smirked, taking a hold of your jaw and pressing his lips to yours.

He was less careful than Hongjoong, his teeth knocking against yours slightly as he parted his lips, tongue licking fervently into your mouth. You could feel his lip ring against your lip, dark lipstick smudging against your own lips, your hips beginning to rock gently against Seonghwa’s thigh as San sucked on your bottom lip. The sound that left you when San dug his teeth into your lip was enough to make Seonghwa and Hongjoong groan, your hips bucking in turn.

“San, hurry up,” Seonghwa mumbled, his hands moving slowly over the swell of your ass, squeezing your hips each time you rutted against him. The smile on his lips was fond but he could feel himself getting harder each time you moved against him. When you finally pulled away from San there was saliva dripping from your bottom lip, your eyes wide as you watched San wipe it away with his thumb. His lipstick was a mess and you raised a hand to your own lips, pulling your finger away to see some of the dark purple lipstick on your skin. You looked back at San who was watching you like you were a puppy taking a bath for the first time. All the attention made you blush. Shakily you turned yourself around, straddling Seonghwa’s lap and smiling at him giddily. “There’s our pretty girl.”

The praise had you whining, hands gripping Seonghwa’s as he kissed you. Hongjoong had been firm and San had been rough, but Seonghwa was careful and slow, not parting his lips until he felt you grind against him again. He tasted like strawberry gum, his tongue longer than the others and easily moving against yours. You thought back to the way he licked his lips on stage and heard yourself whimper.

"She's so cute," Hongjoong murmured behind you, San humming in agreement. You shifted a little on Seonghwa's lap, tilting your neck to allow him to kiss along your jaw and neck. As you raised your hips a little you felt his erection press up against your crotch and gasped, freezing suddenly. "Wait, wait, Hwa," Hongjoong said suddenly, standing behind you and holding your face gently. You tilted your head up to look at him and felt yourself relax at the warmth of his hands against your face. "Do you want to stop sweetheart?"

You tried to shake your head but found yourself mesmerized by the look in Hongjoong's eyes and the feeling of Seonghwa's hard-on beneath you. When you didn't say anything, Seonghwa gave your thighs a light squeeze.

"Tell us what you want," he said, lips brushing against your jawline. You shivered and nodded quickly.

"I want to- fuck," you groaned, maintaining your eye contact with Hongjoong as you began to grind down against Seonghwa's lap. "Please let me show you how much I love you guys."

San replied this time, moving Hongjoong's hand to pinch your cheek lightly.

“You love us?” San asked, grinning at how you were still craning your neck to look up at him and Hongjoong.

“Yes,” you said, nodding quickly and looking back down at Seonghwa. “I love you guys so, so much.”

“You better show us how much then,” Hongjoong told you. You had no reason to disobey.

They were quick to move you, Seonghwa lifting you off of his lap so that San could guide you to a table on the other side of the room, pushing everything off to the sides to make room for you. Once you were seated on the edge of it, he pulled you into another kiss while Hongjoong spread your legs and stood between them, fingers trailing over your panties.

"Shit, you're so wet," Hongjoong muttered, glancing at Seonghwa who was removing his jacket and belt. Hongjoong continued to rub his fingers against you, watching as you broke the kiss with San to moan against his lips, your eyes never leaving his. "Did you get this wet at our shows, groupie? Watching San play the drums and wishing I'd hatefuck you like in your favourite song?"

You just nodded, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"Hey, use your words," Seonghwa told you, gripping your jaw to turn your face towards him. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the way you stared at his arms.

"It’s just you all - God - you all look so good," you whimpered, parting your lips as Seonghwa pressed his thumb against them. You gladly let him push his thumb into your mouth, the tip of it dragging back and forth against your tongue. As though you weren't already overwhelmed enough, Hongjoong pushed your panties aside at the same time that San took your hand to press it against the bulge in his pants. You looked up at Seonghwa with wide eyes, his tongue poking out from between his teeth as he watched you suck on his thumb.

“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me?” San mumbled, grinding forward into your hand. You responded with a quiet whimper, trailing off into a loud whine as Hongjoong pushed a finger inside of you. “Did you touch yourself thinking about us, pretty girl?”

“I bet she did, she’s so wet,” Hongjoong said, voice low. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, your lips finally parting from around Seonghwa’s thumb to let out a quiet moan. You pouted, shaking your head.

“No, I didn’t,” you lied, turning to face San. He watched the way you bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning, tongue licking over his top lip. “I swear.”

“I bet you think about having our cum all over you. Would you like having eight guys cum on you at once?” Hongjoong murmured, pushing another finger into you, which made you swear underneath your breath. His fingers inside of you felt better than you could’ve imagined, moving easily in and out of you from how wet you were. He paused his movements for a moment, curling his fingers inside of you and slowly pressing them into you until you let out a loud moan, covering your mouth with both hands. “There you go, dollface.”

You fell apart quickly after that, one hand moving to grip Seonghwa’s shirt while the other covered your mouth.

“Please let me make you feel good,” you pleaded, looking up at San and Seonghwa, your thighs shaking as Hongjoong continued to push his fingers against that spot inside of you.

"Since you asked so nicely," Seonghwa murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You sucked on your lip as you watched Seonghwa pull down his pants and underwear, eyes wide as you watched him smear his precum over the tip of his dick. It was flushed and thicker than you’d expected, with four silver piercings adorning the underside of his dick that made you gasp, making all three men laugh.

“She got tighter when she saw your dick, Hwa,” Hongjoong teased you, pulling his fingers out, groaning at the way your entrance tightened around nothing. “Do you want his dick in you, angelface?”

You nodded, whining when San pinched your cheek. You turned to find that he’d taken off his shirt, your eyes scanning his chest until you landed on his barely visible happy trail and the obvious erection in his pants.

“What our angel wants, she gets,” San told you, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Go on Hwa, don’t keep her waiting.”

Hongjoong gently pushed you down by your chest, Seonghwa taking his place between your legs and pulling down your panties, stroking himself as he saw how wet you were. You turned your head to look at San who was tugging down his jeans and underwear, smirking when you quickly reached out to touch him. He swore when you spat on your hand before taking a hold of him, stroking slowly.

“Do we have any condoms?” Seonghwa asked, his thumb rubbing over your clit. You lifted your hips slightly into his touch, whining when Hongjoong turned to look for some.

“It doesn’t matter, please just fuck me,” you begged, not noticing the shock on their faces.

“Baby, I can’t do that-”

“I’m clean and I’m on birth control, please,” you said again, squeezing San’s dick slightly, only realising what you’d done when he groaned softly. “Seonghwa, please.”

It was the first time you’d called any of them by name and although you didn’t seem to notice it, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. Seonghwa lined up the tip of his dick with your entrance, pushing it up and down between your folds, bottom lip caught between his teeth. When he finally pushed in, your back arched, a loud moan leaving your lips. You were still adjusting when he finally bottomed out inside of you, thighs shaking and brows drawn together when you felt Hongjoong’s fingers against your lips.

“Open your mouth, dollface,” he commanded, smiling when you did as told. He took a hold of your jaw, turning your head to face him and running the tip of his dick over your tongue. You noticed that he was pierced there too, silver dotting the tip of his dick and just beneath the head, his hand firm as it held your jaw open so he could push into your mouth. “Good girl.”

Just as Hongjoong hit the back of your mouth, Seonghwa pulled almost all the way out, slamming back in with the same strength you’d seen when he was jumping on stage, his piercings dragging against your walls in a way that made you shudder. Your moans against Hongjoong’s length had him gripping your hair, fucking into your mouth until there were tears welling in your eyes.

“Look at you, you’re so needy,” San mumbled, wrapping his hand around yours to jerk himself off. Out of all of them, he spoke the most, leaning down to kiss your jaw and neck every now and then, murmuring dirty words against your ear. Seonghwa was probably the opposite, aside from the occasional curse under his breath, the only thing that came from his lips was praise.

“You’re all ours, right? Our pretty girl,” he said firmly, groaning quietly as he held himself deep inside of you, his thumb pressing against your clit. When he felt you tighten around him, he grinned, rocking himself back and forth into you as he rubbed circles over your clit. “Are you gonna cum for us, angel? Our gorgeous front row angel wants to cum all over my dick, hm?”

You tried to keep quiet, but San and Hongjoong laughed at how your back arched off of the table when Seonghwa began to roughly thrust into you again.

“She’s so pretty,” Hongjoong muttered, holding your face down on his dick until you were gagging and drooling all over him. You gasped when he pulled back, coughing and whining as you covered your face with one hand. With each thrust of Seonghwa’s cock inside of you you could feel yourself getting closer, eyes squeezing shut. “You can cum for us, baby, go on.”

Hongjoong’s voice was all the encouragement you needed, your hand reaching blindly for Seonghwa as you came, your hips bucking upward as you came around him. He quickly took a hold of your hand, kissing your jaw and neck sweetly as he let you ride out your high, his cock twitching inside of you. You had barely caught your breath when you gripped onto his hair and spoke, voice weak.

“Cum inside, please,” you moaned, shuddering beneath him. “Cum inside, Seonghwa, please.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa growled out, choking on his own breath as he came in you, thrusting sloppily as he filled you with his cum. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Hey, my turn,” San said, letting go of your hand only to kiss your knuckles before he took Seonghwa’s place, groaning loudly at the sight of the other male’s cum leaking out of you. He grinned, scooping it up and pushing it back inside of your sensitive hole. “Can I cum inside of you too, dollface? Wanna see you all full of cum just for us.”

“Don’t be weird, Sannie,” Seonghwa mumbled, kneeling beside the table to wipe the drool from around your mouth with his thumb, smiling at the sight of your wet lashes and blowjob lips.

“It’s not weird, it’s perfectly-” he pushed into you all at once without warning, setting a rough pace without giving you time to adjust. “-normal. I wanna see our favourite groupie’s stomach all swollen with our cum, she’d be so. Fucking. Cute.”

You found yourself whining out his name loudly as he fucked you, your already aching hole clenching around his dick with each word that came from his mouth.

“Look at you, all fucked out and precious for your favourite band,” Hongjoong murmured, carelessly tugging down the straps of your dress to expose the bra you were wearing. You tried to cover your chest, embarrassed that you’d worn a comfortable one rather than a provocative one, not having planned for something like this. Hongjoong was quick to take a hold of your hands and move them away, seemingly unbothered by the bra you were wearing. “Let me see your pretty tits angel, don’t be shy.”

San giggled at this, his thrusts deeper as he slowed down to pound into you harder.

“We already know you’re a slut for us, there’s no point in trying to hide it now.”

Your second orgasm hit you then, your hands quickly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s that had been busy undoing the front-clasp bra you were wearing. Your thighs shook as San continued to fuck you sloppily, grinning down at you. Your moans were loud enough then that the boys were sure the security staff outside could hear you, but you were so pretty, back arched up off of the table and hands trembling, that it didn’t matter.

You tried to thank San but your voice came out as a weak moan, your words turning to gibberish as you tried to form coherent thoughts. You were so out of it that you could barely register Seonghwa’s voice praising you or the way San’s thrusts became clumsy as he tried to fuck into your tight, spasming cunt. Hongjoong let you hold onto his wrists as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, smirking at the way you were starting to shake from overstimulation.

“I’m gonna make you so full,” San muttered, hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure they would bruise. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum until it’s fucking pouring out of you- shit.”

San came inside you without warning, holding himself as deep inside of you as he could, squeezing his eyes shut. His grip on your hips loosened then, his eyes opening to see just how wrecked you looked, Hongjoong’s lips pressing kisses all over your face while you held onto him tightly.

“Can you take one more round, groupie?” Hongjoong asked you gently, standing and letting Seonghwa take hold of your hands instead. “You don’t have to-”

“Please,” you moaned when San pulled out, feeling empty now that you didn’t have one of them filling you up. “Please, Joongie, I want you inside.”

He let out a quiet groan at the sound of the nickname falling from your lips. He stood between your legs, watching the way you shuddered when he dragged the head of his cock between your folds, the stud of his piercing pressing against your clit. Seonghwa was toying with your hands, watching you with a small smirk while San kept teasing you, his mouth moving from your neck to your chest as he kissed and bit at your skin. Hongjoong took a hold of your thighs, his blunt nails digging into the plush fat.

“Tell me you want it, angelface,” he said, leaning forward with a grin on his face. “I wanna know how bad you want me inside of you.” He waited patiently for your reply, sliding his dick up and down against you, coating himself in precum, slick and cum. He loved how ruined you looked beneath him, your teary eyes opening to look at him.

“I want you so fucking bad,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up against his dick. “Can’t stop thinking about how hot you sound and your tits and- fuck!”

Hongjoong groaned as he pushed into you, the sound your wet and filled hole made when he bottomed out inside of you was enough to make Seonghwa swear, his dick twitching.

“Told you she’d be hot all filled up with our cum,” San murmured, kissing at your jaw. Hongjoong paused, pulling off the t-shirt he’d been wearing before he began to thrust into you. His thrusts were sharp, pulling out slowly before he slammed into you again, knocking the breath out of your lungs each time.

“You like my tits, huh?” he teased, watching the way your eyes dragged down his chest, flitting back and forth between his piercings and face. “Is that what you think about when you see us on stage? Are you always this wet when you’re standing front row, thinking about my piercings? Fuck you’re so cute.”

There was no way you were going to be able to cum again, you thought to yourself, legs trembling as Hongjoong held them apart, head falling to the side from how fucked out you were, drool dripping from your lips even when Seonghwa made an effort to wipe it from your face. Hongjoong’s piercing rubbed against your walls, the sensation less obvious than Seonghwa’s row of piercings but still enough to make you whine. Each angled slam of his hips had him pounding into the same spot he’d touched inside of you earlier, the stud of the piercing at the tip of his dick only heightening the blinding pleasure.

“I wanna touch you,” you whimpered, Hongjoong humming in amusement. He stopped his thrusts, gripping your waist and helping you sit up, San pouting a little as he watched you grip onto Hongjoong, arms wrapping around his neck as he began to fuck into you again, your brows drawing together as he began to rub your clit harshly.

“You wanna cum for me one more time, doll?” he asked, grinning when you only whined in response. Your body jolted with each thrust, hands balling into fists as you tried not to be too loud. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good,” you managed to get out, breaking off into a sudden moan when he pressed his thumb into your clit. “I wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum, please, Hongjoong.”

He shushed you, swearing softly as he fucked into you. You could feel San’s lips on your shoulder again, listening to his hushed moans. You grinned momentarily when you realised he was jerking off, your nails digging into Hongjoong’s shoulders. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, the lewd sound of skin on skin and Hongjoong’s dick pushing into your dripping cunt only bringing you closer to the edge.

“Can I cum inside of you, groupie?” he asked, kissing you gently when you nodded. “Good girl.”

You didn’t realise just how close you were until Hongjoong was moaning into your ear, stilling inside of you as one of his hands squeezed your waist. Your hips bucked as Hongjoong rubbed your clit once more, tears spilling from your eyes as he pulled another orgasm from your exhausted body. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, blocked by him between your legs. He squeezed his eyes shut as you clenched around him, the tip of his cock still nestled against that spot inside of you that had you trembling.

You were so caught up in your orgasm that you didn’t notice San cumming on your ass, only aware of how Seonghwa had taken your face into your hands to kiss away the tears that were still rolling down your cheeks.

“We’ve got you, dollface,” he told you, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheekbones. You sniffled, nodding and smiling lazily. It only took a few seconds before San was carefully doing your bra up again, leaning in to kiss your cheek while Hongjoong caught his breath. When Hongjoong pulled out they all paused, watching as their cum leaked out of you, Hongjoong letting out a long sigh.

After watching how the liquid pooled on the table they were back to doting on you, wiping the cum from your inner thighs (Seonghwa wiped San’s cum from your ass too, clicking his tongue at the other in annoyance) and kissing your cheeks frequently. After they got dressed, Seonghwa tried (and failed) to fix your makeup, wiping your cheeks and eyes with makeup remover, apologising that they’d ruined your eyeliner and lipstick. When you responded with a bright smile, he blushed, leaving to get you some water.

“We have some spare merch, what size do you wear?” San asked, gesturing to your dress when you raised an eyebrow in confusion. You noticed that one of the straps had torn by mistake and the other was stretched out now, falling from your shoulder when you tried to pull it back on. When San came back with a t-shirt for you, he tugged on the hem of the dress, smiling a little. “Don’t worry, we can buy you another one.”

Your heartbeat sped up then, wondering just how much longer they planned to let you hang out with them.

“Hey, groupie,” Hongjoong called, smiling when he saw you glance quickly at his still bare chest, fiddling with your fingers as you stayed sat on the table, not entirely trusting your legs enough to get up. When you responded only with a hum, he made his way over to you, one hand rubbing your knee fondly. “Does anything hurt? I could go out and get you new underwear if you need it.”

You shook your head, pressing your lips together into a bashful smile.

“Since when are you so shy?” he teased, laughing when you reached out to hold his hand. “Y’know, we could always-”

“It’s her!” a loud voice interrupted him, the door having opened to reveal the rest of the band members. The voice belonged to Mingi, who ran over to you with a bright grin, quickly followed by Yeosang and Wooyoung.

“Ah, you’re so pretty,” Wooyoung told you, dropping the bags of food he was holding to throw himself at you in a hug. “I can’t believe you came to all of our shows.”

You grinned as you hugged back, not noticing the way Yeosang narrowed his eyes at you.

“Hey, what happened to your makeup?” he asked, reaching out to touch your cheek. San laughed when he saw how your eyes widened. Jongho frowned as he stood still in the doorway, being the only one who hadn’t come inside yet.

“It smells like-”

“Go say hi!” Seonghwa yelled at him, cutting off the rest of his sentence. “She waited three months to see us, don’t make her wait.”

The rest of the boys rolled their eyes, asking you questions and drinking in all of your compliments and praise with wide smiles. When you took the keychains you’d made them out of your backpack they all cheered, Hongjoong pressing a kiss to the side of your head, not unnoticed by the other boys.

“You’re coming back with us, right?” Wooyoung asked, twirling his keychain around his finger. You looked up at him quizzically, responding only with a quiet ‘huh?’. “We’re playing another show back home, just for friends.”

“It wouldn’t really be a show without you there,” Jongho murmured absentmindedly, already having sat down to eat. You stared between them, finding Seonghwa and Jongho watching you patiently. You opened your mouth and closed it again, smiling when San handed you a take-out container and some plastic cutlery.

“I guess- I guess I am,” you said, trying to hide your grin.

“As expected from our front row angel,” Hongjoong said, nudging you gently. You nodded, your face burning when he and San suddenly said ‘good girl’ at the same time.

The rest of the boys groaned loudly, your cheeks aching from how widely you were smiling. Front row angel. You could get used to that.

Parapraxis (C.Sn.)

‘Parapraxis -noun-

Def.-a minor error in action, such as slips of the tongue, supposedly the result of repressed impulses See also Freudian slip’

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San’s voice is familiar to you…you’ve heard it plenty of nights before.

Now you have a face to pair with the voice playing through your headphones.

Pairing: Choi San x Non Binary Reader

*Note: They/Them Pronouns used for Reader but Reader does have a vagina

Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Humor, Fluff, College Au, Non-Idol Au, Sex Worker Au 

Tws: Swearing, Thunderstorms

Sws: Sex Work (Adult Voice Acting), Auralism (Audio Kink), Sex Toys, Masturbation, Gender Neutral Petnames (Baby, Bunny, Kitten), Sexual Fantasies, Fingering,  Unprotected Sex, Creampie, DIrty Talk, Light Degredation

WC: 5k+ (wheeze, this was supposed to be a timestamp lmaooo)

A/N: Happy San Day, everytiny. I managed to crank this one out in two days and I hope you all enjoy it! If any of my readertiny would like me to rewrite this in an alt verson where the reader has a dick instead (still using gender neutral terms) then feel free to let me know and I’d really appreciate it if you lovelies could like, reblog/share, and review!  Enjoy! 

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disclaimer: this series focuses on relationships among friends — working through feelings, situations and scenarios along with the exploration of finding and enjoying oneself along the way.

→ all parts of this series coexist in the same universe.

01. 10.2k 02. 3.6k 03. 10.5k ft. jyh 04. 05. ft. jwy 06. 07. ft. psh 08. 09. ft. cs 10.

→ relevant tags: [discussion.] | [character story.]

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Addicting Kitten Masterpost - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE -  When your car breaks down and your phone is dead, you are stranded alone on the way home. However, when Seonghwa, the intimidating figure you see at the club often, comes by and offers you a ride, you cannot help but feel as if you might be walking into the lion’s den.

PART TWO -  After an intense encounter with Seonghwa, you don’t want to end up just another name on his list. But attempting to avoid him leads to falling further down the rabbit hole.

PART THREE -  After a face time call, Seonghwa has invited you over to stay the night. Excited but extremely nervous, you wonder how the night is going to play out - and what you will learn about him.

PART FOUR -  After a horrible day, you try to cancel plans on Seonghwa. But when he offers to come over to comfort you, you end up discovering a different side of him…and perhaps realize something as well.

FINAL PART -  When things at the club get heated, your relationship with Seonghwa takes a turn.

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✻ « Twisted Chemistry » - | fluff | angst | smut |:

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✻ « Summertime Daze » - | fluff | angst | smut |:

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W O O Y O U N G

✻ « Daydream » - | fluff | angst | smut |: (coming soon!!)

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Ateez sub/dom chatbot

Hi there, this is a new ateez rp chatbot that i’m starting for these lovely boys, just a disclaimer this is all for fun and a good time, i’m not affiliated with them at all.

Now that’s out of the way let’s get on with the bot :)

For now I only have three slots open because I do have other rp’s on another account, so I don’t want to overwhelm myself.

Let’s meet the boys! I’ll be doing them as the sub’s, switches, and dom’s :)

Wooyoung and yeosang

These cuties are the two subs, both eager to please but definitely on the bratty side, they have their moments. Wooyoung being the more touchy and clingy one, while Yeosang is much more independent.

Hongjoong, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho

These four boys are the switches! They all have sub and dom sides to them, normally depending on their mood of partners preference, however if they are feeling either way, please do not force them to be something else, they will not like that. All of these boys are high energy and love to go out and do things.

San and Seonghwa

These two boys are the doms, they may look soft and sweet but don’t be fooled, they are hard and strict. They do have soft sides, big caretakers and want you to feel good.

To learn more about any of our boys just send them a dm! Here are some rules to follow when sending a Dm :)

(I don’t like to rp with people under 18, sorry but i’m 22 and it makes me uncomfortable.)

Like and reblog

Nsfw is only for 18+, if I find out you’re lying about your age you will be blocked and I will warn other bots

Please message me first after rule one, with the following info!

Your name, preferred pronoun’s, age, any nicknames you go by

Which boy would you like to chat with

Any plot idea you have in mind, if you don’t have one I can help think of one, just let me know what you like, fantasy, mafia, high school etc

Any triggers/hard no’s you may have

Kinks you’d like to include, i’m very open with kinks, my only limits are waste and piss play, hardcore violence and main character death

All my chats are literate, using “” to talk, and nothing around for actions, for an example: “Oh please don’t give me that crap…I know you ate the last cupcake I can still see frosting on your mouth!” San grumbled as he watched you try and tell him you hadn’t.

Admin does work, and has a life outside of bot’s, so if replies are slow there’s a reason, please be patient!