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bassists do it deeper

pairing: yunho x genderneutral!reader genre + tags: smut, band au | kink discovery, exhibitionism, a brief segment of semi-public sex, hand kink, size kink, yunho monster cock bc this deserves a tag, power play, switch dynamics (i think??), dom!yunho pulls through in the end, unprotected sex wc: 6.3k

note: big thanks to my fav babie @lustjoong​ for motivating me to combine the two ideas i had for the prompt into one and motivating me to finish this!! here’s my take on the unspoken obligatory yunho size kink fic every ateez smut writer should have written once but make him a bassist. also, the band au to this pwp is literally just there as an excuse to make yeosang the lead singer of the band bc if kq won’t give yeosang lines, i will 

A lot can happen throughout a single weekend, as your English professor suddenly quitting her job, your brother Yeosang almost burning down the kitchen from deep frying an egg, an influx of voicemails in your inbox all sent from Wooyoung, as well as Yeosang’s punk rock band losing a member. It’s a lot to process when all you’ve done is stay the night at Yuqi’s, even harder so when Wooyoung keeps repeating every five seconds that Seonghwa quit the band. (”Why did it have to be Seonghwa who left Stereowave? He was the hottest one!”)

That being said, you expected to come home to a beyond grumpy Yeosang who was trying to find a replacement asap. A band without a bassist sounds empty, and while Stereowave has garnered a big enough fanbase over the years that wouldn’t mind the band continuing as a trio, it just feels wrong. Besides, branding a group consisting of Yeosang the frontman, San the guitarist, Mingi the drummer, and nobody covering the bassist position a band doesn’t sit right.

You were prepared for the worst; a messy kitchen, Yeosang walking around in clothes he wore for five days straight, possibly the outbreak of World War III depending on how shitty he’s feeling. But instead, you find the kitchen exceptionally clean and Yeosang acting as if nothing ever happened.

“Can you help set up the camera? The guys and I wanna film a new song.”

“Uh, sure,” you answer irritatedly. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about finding a replacement for Seonghwa though?”

“Oh, we already have a new bassist,” he waves off casually, “What are you gaping at? Shut that jaw of yours before flies fly into your nasty mouth.”

“First of all, rude.” Yeosang rolls his eyes at that comment. For a split second, you’re contemplating letting him figure out on his own how to use the camera because he’s the walking embodiment of a technology illiterate, but your curiosity about the new band member is bigger. “But how did you manage to find a new replacement so fast? It’s been like, what, a day since Seonghwa left?”

Yeosang sighs. “He’s been thinking of quitting for weeks now, so I had enough time to look for a new bassist. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

And this is exactly why you should never get dicked down by your bandmate several times in a month, you think to yourself. Seonghwa and Yeosang thought they were slick, but everyone figured they were more than friends. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time until the strain of their relationship wreaked havoc within the band.

“So,” you say as you two walk to the makeshift studio in the basement, “Is the new guy good? What’s his name?”

The change of topic makes Yeosang relax visibly. There’s a sheepish smile on his face and he replies, “You’ll see.”

You arch a brow. For some reason, that doesn’t settle comfortably in your gut. Then there’s the fact that Yeosang is slightly skipping, and that makes you more concerned than relieved. Because Yeosang barely skips, only when he’s being petty and is planning on pranking somebody. (Most of the time, it’s San.)

The faint vibrations of drums and guitars ring in your ears before you step a foot into the basement. Mingi is the first to acknowledge your presence, immediately dampening the cymbals before waving at you. That causes the other two guys to stop playing their instruments and turn their heads around. You greet San like you normally do, and when your eyes flit to the new addition, all brightness drops from your face.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Yunho cocks his head to the side almost tauntingly, eyes challenging. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards, though more with the intention of saying hah you thought you’d never see me again. “Hello to you too, honey. Looks like fate brought us together once more, eh?”

You blink multiple times to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. To your dismay, they sure aren’t. It really is Yunho standing right next to an utterly confused San, and the bass in his hands just confirms it furthermore.

“Since when do you play an instrument?” you gawk. There’s no fucking way he could’ve had time to pick up music, not when his schedule was already jammed with basketball training and student council activities. Then again, that was his schedule in middle school.

“Since I was fifteen,” he drawls, unaffected by your outburst. “Any other questions, honey? Preferably something along the lines of how have you been? I expected a warmer welcome from you, not gonna lie.”

“What does Yeosang even see in you?” you splutter instead, disgust prevalent in your voice.

“Talent. Believe it or not.”

“Guys, no fighting,” Yeosang warns, but you’re too busy sending Yunho daggers and every pg rated curse under the sun your brain can wrack up.

Meanwhile, San shifts his weight on one leg awkwardly and asks in the background as your verbal dispute continues, “Are they exes or something?”

“Nah, just childhood enemies,” Mingi mumbles, clearly used to your interactions to the point where he’s becoming bored of it. He’s heard all the profanities too many times coming out from the same mouth, hence why he isn’t as disturbed as San is.

“Listen up, you piec—“ 

“(y/n), the camera. Help your older brother out, will ya?” Yeosang cuts you off urgently, the warning tone in his words hard to miss.

“Yeah, help your brother out, shorty,” Yunho snickers. Appalled by his blatant shamelessness, you scowl.

“I’m not that short—!”

“Still shorter than I am, shorty. Or do you prefer honey?”

World War III would’ve broken out right then and there if it weren’t for Yeosang’s death glare — you know, the look he has etched on his face whenever he means business and is willing to go so far and expose all of the nasty mishaps you’ve done in middle school, which is definitely something that should never see the light of day.

“I prefer neither,” you mutter after weighing the gravity of Yeosang’s wrath, avoiding any eyes before you set up the camera. Luckily, nobody further comments on that and eventually, everybody resumes practicing their parts of the songs.

Just in time as Mingi takes another short break to chug his water down, you stumble across a problem. “Uh, Yeosang? You should buy a new camera. This is still usable, but you might have to reset every ten minutes or so.”

A groan leaves him, followed by a shrill guitar riff, and you can see that he’d prefer death over spending money for a new one. “Can’t you just stay here during practice and reset it? You also get to hear some new tracks of the upcoming EP!” That fucker, he’s just too lazy to run forward and press a button every few minutes.

“I have to be on standby for the Block B ticket sale,” you lie. Technically, it’s not really a lie because you do plan on going to the Block B concert with Wooyoung, but 1) the ticket sale isn’t even today and 2) it’s always Wooyoung who buys the tickets. Yeosang doesn’t need to know that though. Any excuse is better than having to sit through practice and see if Yunho is as good as he claims.

Seems like Yeosang desperately doesn’t want to keep running back and forth to reset the camera as he suddenly says, “You can do it here too.” You would argue that the garage has its separate WiFi and only the band members have access to it, but then: “You can use my laptop instead.”

And letting you use his laptop is something he never does. You failed to submit an assignment in time because your own laptop broke down and he didn’t let you borrow his computer for even that.

“Fine,” you sigh in defeat. Yeosang thanks you with a smile so obnoxiously sweet it makes you gag. When all he gets in return from you is the middle finger, his demeanor drops and he mutters something inaudible under his breath, pointing to the small table at the side where all their phones and laptops are lying before he goes back to the others.

Once all four of them are in position and ready to play, you press the record button before flipping yourself onto the old patchwork couch Yeosang bought at a garage sale for only thirty quid a few years back. To your surprise, Yeosang’s MacBook is already unlocked, the default wallpaper of mountains and northern lights quite jarring to your eyes.

When given the rare chance to have unlimited access to your sibling’s devices, it’s self-explanatory what to do. You either a) go through all of their accounts and find as much dirt as possible about them that serves as good material for future blackmail purposes or b) sign them up to as many online subscriptions as possible that will make them go crazy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work on Yeosang because 1) he doesn’t mind online subscriptions, and 2) he never checks his email account, hence why his inbox is filled with over 2000 mails, a third of them most likely unopened. On top of that, his MacBook is strictly meant for work, so if you really wanted to find out his most embarrassing secrets, your only shot is his phone.

That being said, you’re left with option c) which is checking out Block B’s concert merch since that’s the only sensible thing you can do right now. Forget productivity; that isn’t doable when Yeosang’s deep timbre is blaring in your ears along with the instruments. To be honest, you really enjoy Stereowave’s music and that’s on their music, not because your brother is the lead singer. You’ve enjoyed each of their performances and perhaps you’ve been indulging in the privilege of hearing their new songs first.

But now that Yunho’s involved, suddenly the prospect of having a new favorite band sounds tempting. What was Yuqi’s favorite band again? Day6? You should take a closer look at their discography.

As much as you want to mute the sound, from San’s riffs to Mingi’s drum solo, you fail to do so. One moment you’re opening the search browser, and in the next, your eyes are set on the group. They’re practicing like they usually do; fun etched on their faces as they lose themselves in the music. Yeosang is singing as if he was performing in front of a million viewers while San improvises a solo on a whim. Mingi messes up the beat for a split second after failing to catch his stick and somehow, your eyes have zoomed in on Yunho. It doesn’t take you five seconds to realize:

Yunho is good.

While he might not seem as fired up as the other three, he’s visibly relaxed. Just like Seonghwa, he plays smoothly and isn’t overpowered by the others, but he seems to have an easier time gliding his fingers across the fingerboard. The bassline is easy to filter out, not the generic pattern you can find in every second pop song, yet still compliments the other instruments.

He can play, fair game. However, that’s the least of your worries. You’re more attentive to the ratio of his hands to the bass. His hands are larger than Seonghwa’s by far, no doubt. That makes sense given his height, maybe an inch taller than Mingi. But Mingi doesn’t have that big hands. Doesn’t that mean that Yunho’s body is disproportional?

Before you know it, you drag your gaze from his shoes up to his legs and stop at his hands briefly, only to proceed upwards until you see the cocky smirk and amused eyes directed at you. All clogs in your brain come to a stillstand and despite that, that’s when you realize you’ve been 1) enjoying his music, 2) checking him out, and 3) checking him out and caught red-handed.

It feels as if you were living on the sun instead of on Earth as you burn up in embarrassment. Knowing there’s no way you can deflect what you just did, you quickly turn back to the laptop, the Google search bar staring back at you.

You’re about to type in something when the search history pops up, catching your eyes. A gasp leaves you but it goes under the music, everyone too immersed in their own thing to notice the prevalent horror settling on your face.

exhibitionism

getting off in public

best crowded places to have sex and get away with it

You blink, thinking that your sleep deprivation got the worst out of you and that you’ve finally reached the stage where you start hallucinating. Except, you know you’re not hallucinating. After going through the words again and again, you know that you’re really not fucking hallucinating and that your nonexistent sleep cycle isn’t as bad as Yuqi makes it out to be.

When you said you wanted to dig up dirt on your brother, you didn’t mean it in the form of his kinks. Money can’t buy everything, but how you wish it could so you could unsee that shocking discovery.

Since this is Yeosang’s work computer and he’s signed into his Google account, he must make use of the drive to save a copy of his ideas. It probably won’t amount to anything since he’s the walking embodiment of staying unbothered, but writing him a note on his docs about how he’s made your life worse by not clearing his search history is better than staying silent.

You click on the little icon on the top right corner, expecting to see Yeosang’s name right above the email address. But then you see Yunho’s name instead, and suddenly everything makes much more sense.

This was never Yeosang’s laptop to begin with.

To say you’re at a loss of words is an understatement. There’s no way someone could have as little self-awareness and leave their laptop unlocked, let alone Yunho out of all people. Then again, the last thing you expected from him was to play the bass and blend well with the rest of the band as if he’s always been the bassist of Stereowave and not the newly found replacement.

This is absolutely bonkers. But:

You could have fun with it. Maybe it’s for the better that money can’t buy everything.

Besides dozens of articles about semi-public sex and even a blogpost titled Shagging in Broad Daylight for Dummies, his search history of the last 24 hours consists of many forum links discussing the morality of exhibitionism, conspiracy theories, and hand care guides. You wheeze when you see the private playlist he saved on his YouTube account; a collection of videos about filing your nails properly and the best hand cream brands for dry skin.

Yeosang calls in for a break, and everyone’s grateful for it. San lets out a relieved noise as he places his guitar on the stand before catching the water bottle Mingi chucks at him.

“My arms are beat,” Mingi complains.

San sends him an incredulous look and snorts, “All you do is bang! crash! ppang! while my throat is fucked! And so are my legs!”

“Not my fault if you keep doing your high pitched oows! while jumping around like a— like a cricket!”

“A cricket? Are you serious?”

“I’m tired, okay!”

“Then that means we should call it a day and go home and rest, right?”

“Choi San, I think you’re onto something.”

“Absolutely not,” Yeosang deadpans, causing the bickering duo to pout in sync. “We have lots to do especially since Yunho’s now part of the band.” When all he’s met with is an attempt of cute puppy eyes that rather looks like a bad rendition of any horror movie featuring creepy dolls, Yeosang sighs, “I ordered chicken for dinner and yes, it’s on me.”

In an instant, Mingi and San’s faces brighten up and they’re celebrating as if they won a free cruise to the Bahamas. They don’t hesitate to envelop Yeosang in a bear hug, crushing the life out of him. A chuckle escapes you at the sight of your brother wringing for his sanity. Sometimes you wonder how on Earth those three guys are the same three guys who perform in abandoned warehouses, jamming out their punk rock songs while looking all edgy (in a cool way that has at least half of their fans thirsting after them).

Meanwhile, Yunho drops himself on the other end of the couch. Propping his right leg on the coffee table in front, he digs around in his pockets before pulling something out.

“Since when do you file your nails?” You pointedly raise a brow at him. Although your extensive research on his browser history already answered that question, you ask him just for the sake of it.

“Hand care is important, shorty,” Yunho replies, keeping his eyes trained on his fingers as he works the file around a nail. “If Kageyama Tobio files his nails, I can too. But enough with the small talk, what do you want?”

“I didn’t peg you as an exhibitionist.”

His hand stops moving. Yunho looks up at you, irritation written all over his features. “Because I file my nails...? A bold assumption, honey.”

There’s a reason why Yunho has always gotten away with pretty much everything. He’s a good actor who’s able to feign innocence at any time. His posture is relaxed, voice genuinely sounding flabbergasted that not even your shit-eating grin can throw him off guard.

You can’t, but your proof will do the job.

“I never said it’s because of your hand fixation.” You turn the laptop screen his way and once his eyes flicker on it and decipher the words, his face falls. Gone is the faux-confusion; as all color drains from him, his eyes look like they’re about to fall out of their sockets. “Is it really a bold assumption now, honey?”

Yunho inhales sharply when you scoot closer to him and put a firm hand on his left leg, his laptop now closed and long forgotten. Your fingers are placed too high for it to be friendly, skimming lightly on the inside of his thigh. Yeosang and the others are busy minding their own business but the chance of getting caught in the act is still there. The simple realization has adrenaline running a hundred miles an hour in your veins, and with the way Yunho clenches his jaw — a desperate attempt to fight the groan that’s threatening in the back of his throat — you’re not the only one who’s aroused by the setup.

Slowly, your hand inches closer to his growing bulge. Before you can dare yet another experimental squeeze, Yunho’s hand surges forward and holds your wrist in a vice grip.

“Don’t,” he snarls through gritted teeth, but it sounds sadder than it is intimidating when he’s sporting a boner right in front of your eyes.

You cock your head to the side, almost in a mocking demeanor. “You sure? Think about it, it’s a win-win situation. You get to live out your exhibitionist right here in front of your new bandmates, and I get the confirmation that you’re into it. But if you really don’t want to…” you try to retreat your hand but Yunho doesn’t let you budge, hand still enclosed around yours. That won’t do as an answer.

“Which one is it? Say it, Yunho,” you assert, narrowing your eyes. Yunho looks distraught, feverishly biting his lip while he’s internally fighting with himself, but he eventually chokes out a response.

“As long as nobody notices—”

“You either say you want me to touch you or not. I don’t want any roundabout stories.”

“Touch me,” he whispers defeatedly and the grip on your hand disappears completely. “But I swear to God if anyone realizes what you’re doing— hhnh—!” he cuts himself off with a low moan when you cup him over the material of his jeans.

“Yes yes, I get it. I don’t need Yeosang to know about this,” you dismiss. “And oh wow, you’re getting hard fast when I’m just touching you over your pants.”

“Just get to it.”

The snappish attitude causes you to stop dead in your tracks. “You think you’re in the position to tell me what to do? I can be mean too, y’know,” you start nonchalantly, a stark contrast to the way your heart is shaking in your ribcage. The power you suddenly hold is exhilarating. “I could just leave you like this, and then you’d have to try to cover your situation down there while practice goes on. How would the others react if they only knew your dick is hard? Probably won’t take them too long to find out since standing for a long time can be tiring, hm?”

Yunho’s head lolls back in response as he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. His breathing is uneven and the resulting moan that follows suit makes you smirk. You lightly smack the inside of his thigh, causing another wave of arousal to rupture in him. He chokes out a hushed ‘f-fuck’ and at this point, the constriction around his cock must be bordering painful.

“Who would’ve thought that the big bad Jeong Yunho is actually a submissive bitch who’s hungry for attention?” you ask gleefully, delivering another slap before stroking the area. “Who would’ve fucking thought you were a sub?”

“I-I’m not— shit, s-stop that, hngh— a fucking sub.”

“Yeah yeah, say that to yourself.” You rip your gaze away from Yunho’s flushed face to check if the coast is clear before targeting his fisted hands. He stiffens when you pry his hand open and bring three digits to your lips, sticking your tongue out to give kitten licks to his fingertips before pushing them into your mouth. You hum, suck, swirl your tongue around his fingers, giggling when all he does is stare at you wordlessly, unable to form any coherent thoughts. “See? Not even once have you put up a fight.”

That seems to snap him out of his daze. In an instant, his eyes darken and his jaw clenches.

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You snicker, seeing through his bluff. “Wow, I’m so scared. What do you wanna do? Leave practice right now? Drag me to my room and pound me into the mattress?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“You could never, sub.”

Whatever strands of self-control were still residing in Yunho have turned to dust by now. One moment he’s towering over you in full height, looking down on your sitting form in bitter distaste, and in the next, he’s dragging you out of the basement, unaffected by the sudden silence and Yeosang, Mingi and San’s confused expressions.

Once you’re in the living room, Yunho wastes no time crowding you against the wall and crashing his lips against yours. The kiss is a messy clash of teeth and tongues, but it leaves you hot and lightheaded and aching for more. Yunho knows no limits and snakes one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other hand fisting your hair. He tugs harshly and the sharp sting sends all your nerves into a frenzy.

“Bedroom. Now.” The sudden huskiness in his tone catches you off guard and you wonder when his voice has ever sounded so rough. You moan into the kiss, fisting his shirt as you stumble your way to your bedroom.

Yunho pins you against the door once you’re in your bedroom. His lips are addictive, just like the groans he slips in kisses and his hands roaming your body. He gets rid of your clothes until you’re left in your underwear, then forces a knee between your legs to keep them from closing. Your eyes roll back at the friction, growing needier and hotter when he presses his thigh against you harder. 

When you finally pull away, his eyes are hooded and his lips are red and swollen. There’s no trace of inhibitions left in him as he watches you like a predator. With horror, you realize that the tables have turned, and when he easily locks both of your wrists above your head with one hand only, that’s when you know you’re undisputedly powerless against him.

“Who’s the sub now?” he pants, eyes sparkling with glee.

“Still y-you.” The response sounds pathetic to your own ears, but you have too big of an ego to admit it out loud. Yunho doesn’t buy it either if his quirked brow wasn’t telling enough.

“Still in denial, honey? I see. Guess I’ll have to do more then.” His free hand reaches down to tug on the waistband of your underwear, only to let it snap against your skin. The slight sting is enough to render your knees into mush and set fog into your vision. He does it again, and then he actually tugs the fabric down and you finally grab his motives.

“You’re bluffing— y-you wouldn’t put y-your fingers,” you ramble, hyperaware about how dangerously close his fingers are. Just when you think he’s about to shove a digit in, he pulls away completely.

“You know, you keep talking about my hands. It’s always my hands this, my hands that,” Yunho says casually, giving his nails a quick glance before meeting your eyes. “Rather than me having a hand fixation, it’s you who has a thing for hands. My hands specifically.”

You don’t like how every word is true. You don’t want to acknowledge that he’s correct. Verbally, because your body is moving on its own and has betrayed you long ago.

Yunho taps on your bottom lip and you comply reluctantly, letting him shove the same three fingers you sucked before. Mumbling unintelligible words under his breath, he watches intently as you hum around him, eyes fluttering shut when he slowly moves them in and out of your mouth. A whine escapes you when he pulls them out for good, soaked wet with your spit.

“Tell me.” Yunho grins, “Tell me what you like about them. Or else I’ll leave you hanging.” He’s not lying and you know it. The look he sends you is enough proof that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you high and dry.

You don’t like how he’s stringing you on like a rag doll. You don’t like how he’s stripping you off your dignity step by step. Strangely enough, you feel yourself leaking and wanting nothing but his pretty long fingers inside of you.

“I like how they, agh I— I l-like how—” you stutter, losing all levels of rationality when he suddenly circles around your entrance. Yunho urges you to continue and it takes up all of your brainpower to pick up where you left off, “—they’re so long and big and pretty—”

“So you have a size kink.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Now that, that’s something he shouldn’t have deduced. “W-wha— I don’t!”

“Seems to me that you have one though. You kept stressing how big and bad and tall I was after all.” You stiffen. Did you? Did you really? You don’t recall saying it that many times but it's hard to think straight when Yunho still has your wrists above your head and is looking down at you in a downright patronizing way. It leaves you trembling pitifully, feeling called out and feeling so, so small.

He really wants you to hit your lowest peak because he doesn’t stop there. “Who’s the real sub here? Is it really me? Or is it you who likes feeling so short, small, tiny.” His smirk widens when your breath hitches ever so slightly. “I fucking knew it.”

“You don’t know shit,” you bark back, but to no avail. Your credibility has diminished the moment he caught up to your kinks.

“Say whatever you want but that won’t change the fact that you’re tiny baby,” he pauses, takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he’s giving you a thorough once-over and then enunciates the next syllables with such clarity that forces time to stop, “My tiny, helpless baby.”

The pet name breaks you. It’s the final trigger that takes all your inhibitions away and the pathetic size of an ego that was left in your stubborn head.

“Please,” your voice cracks but that’s the least of your worries. You can’t move, can’t talk back, and won’t get anything in return. Yunho is right in front of you, finding satisfaction in your internal destruction and yet, after all of the things he’s slaughtered you to, he won’t give you anything in return.

“Just a little bit more, baby. I’ll give you what you want if you repeat after me; I’m your—”

“I’m your tiny, helpless baby who desperately wants you to fuck me.” Yunho is mildly taken aback that you were still able to think and get it right before he even finished his sentence. “Now get on to it, Yunho. Please.”

You’re sniffling at this point, begging for any kind of stimulation that shoots you to the stars. You’re fucking sniffling, and that’s all it takes for Yunho to manhandle you on the bed. A gasp escapes you, not expecting this turn of events at all. It all happens in a flash and the next thing you know, you’re on all fours, face buried in the pillow.

“Yunho, I t-thought y-you’d fuck me,” you complain, glancing behind to see what’s taking him so long. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Patience, baby,” he says as he’s unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. You rub your legs together to ease the tension, but you can’t really say you’re not enjoying the show. Yunho’s lean, slightly defined, and once he’s only left in his underwear, you swallow heavily. There’s a large, dark patch on the fabric and the bulge seems more prominent than before.

If your mouth was only watering, you’re drooling by now. Yunho takes off his boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, tip red and oozing precum. Just like the rest of him, he’s abnormally huge.

You have two thoughts. One: Fuck, you want him. Now. Two:

“That’s never going to fit inside of me.”

“Oh it will,” he says with such confidence it gives you shivers. “I’ll pound you into the mattress and you’ll take it all.”

He grabs you by your thighs to pull you closer to him before positioning himself right behind you. “W-wait!” you cry, heart suddenly feeling heavy in your chest, “D-don’t just put it in without prep— o-oh, hnngh—” your body feels like jelly when Yunho presses two spit-coated fingers past your entrance, stretching you out with finesse.

“I’m not that heartless,” he chuckles amusedly, right at the same time he curls his digits right against your sweet spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. “You’re so small you wouldn’t be able to take an inch without prep.”

You only whine into the pillow, arching your back as he continues his ministrations. Once Yunho deems you stretched out enough, he retreats his fingers and replaces them immediately with his cock.

The difference is like night and day. It’s like his fingers didn’t amount to anything compared to this. The high-pitched cry that escapes you is loud as you grasp onto the pillow for dear life.

“How can you be so big?” you pant. There’s no way he’s past four inches deep inside of you. You’re far from being filled, but your walls are already clenching hard around him.

“Bassists do it deeper for a reason.” The innuendo is tacky but in your current headspace, it sounds like the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Yunho stills his hips, letting you get used to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Guh—” he chuckles at your inability to form coherent words, let alone thoughts. “So big.”

“You’ll get used to it, honey.” He leans forward to pet your hair. “Tell me when I can move,” he adds gently, and you swear you could melt right then.

It takes you a moment to get your breathing steady, and then he pushes more of his length inside. Whimpering, you writhe beneath him, feeling as if you’re being torn apart. Meanwhile, he’s breathing hard through his nose, trying his damn hardest to go as slow as possible. At a certain point, Yunho stops pressing for more and pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back forward. It starts out slowly, but he gradually picks up the pace and you lose yourself into him.

“Faster,” you moan, bending your back for an even deeper angle. “Hnngh, so full. Want m-more.”

“You were right, you can’t take me to the hilt.” Yunho readjusts his grip on his hips and you know that bruises are going to last until the end of the week. “God, you’re so fucking small that you can’t take me to the fucking hilt.”

Your vision turns foggy once the meaning gets through you. Now that he’s saying it, how much of his cock is inside of you? Half of it? A third? He’s stretching you out so well, filling you up so impossibly deep and that wasn’t even his everything?

“That’s not— want more of you, all of you,” you stammer, not realizing what you’re even saying. “Baby wants all of you.” God, you’re so drunk and desperate for his cock that you can’t refer yourself in the first person anymore.

Yunho reacts just as perplexed, eyes widening. His hips still once more, and though you’d want to shout at him to keep on moving, you don’t find the energy to move your head, or even lift a finger.

“So fucking greedy,” he growls, pulling out of you completely. Not even a second later, he flips you around on your back so that you’re facing him dead in the eye, and then he pushes back in. The new position has you gurgling on broken words as your arms flail around for dear life.

Yunho throws a leg over his shoulder, creating a deeper angle. You don’t know if he’s actually giving you more if he’s managed to force more of him into you. All you register is the messy squelch of liquids and your moans bouncing off the walls. You can’t even see properly, everything a blur and a mix of different colors.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, sensing your demise nearing closer and closer.

“Then cum,” Yunho orders in between groans, then adds in a louder voice, “You hear that baby? Cum and make a mess out of yourself.”

Your orgasm crashes onto you in a big singular wave as you tremble under his frame, walls clenching around him tightly. His name leaves your mouth like a mantra as you continue to convulse. Yunho pulls out moments later, just to spurt white on your abdomen. His face is flushed and beads of sweat are forming on his forehead while he jerks himself dry.

It’s a miracle that Yunho hasn’t toppled on you once he slowly comes down from his high. The fog in your vision clears up gradually, but your limbs are as good as worthless. You won’t be able to move freely for a good day or two.

As you continue to blink at the ceiling, only finding the energy to breathe, Yunho grabs the box of tissues from your nightstand and wipes himself off before doing the same to you. His touch is gentle unlike before, and you’d thank him if your vocal cords were still functioning.

You’re about to drift to sleep until he suddenly leans down and pecks your lips. In an instant, you narrow your eyes at him and ask, “What was that for?”

“You had some cum on your lip. I wanted to taste too.” Yunho smiles cheekily and runs his tongue against his bottom lip, then grimaces. “It tastes... yikes.”

He cleans you up in silence before plopping onto the bed right next to you. No words are exchanged up until you say, “Yeosang is going to kill you.”

“He can’t afford to kill me. He needs me for the band,” he muses.

“He’ll still kill you.”

“I appreciate the concern, honey.”

“Just scram back to practice.”

“Don’t you want to go to the bathroom first?”

“I can do it myself.”

“Oh really?”

“... Yunho, help me on my legs and then scram back to practice.”

Meanwhile, back in the basement, the guys are waiting for their bandmate to come back so they can finally finish practice and then eat chicken.

“You sure (y/n) and Yunho are only childhood enemies? They’ve been going at it like rabbits if he isn’t back here yet!” San exclaims, throwing his arms up for dramatic effect.

Mingi can’t counter that because San has a point, so he whips his head to Yeosang. “Dude, you sure they’re not in a relationship? They have to be at least fuckbuddies! Or fuckrivals? Fuckenemies? Or…”

“I do not know and I do not care,” Yeosang says blankly, looking like he’s about to bang his head against the wall because he sure won’t walk into your room and curse his eyes for the rest of his life. Damnit, all he wants is to practice and get the band together; their next gig is only a few weeks away. “In fact, I want to unsee what I just saw and unhear what you just said.”

#blame 5*os for the creation of the band au idea #ateez smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #ateez hard hours #atz smut #luvsmut #the ending is rushed oopsie but i never know how to end smut scenes ahahaha

[luvteez]

on my mind, on your mouth

pairing: seonghwa x san x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | face sitting, squirting wc: 1.5k

All you detect is malice in their smiles as Seonghwa and San beckon you to them on the other end of the bed, making you feel more powerless. As if depriving you of your orgasm five times isn’t enough for them, they just have to make you feel like the weakest person on the planet once more.

“Come sit on my face. Let me show how much I missed you,” Seonghwa orders softly, but he makes it sound as if you have a choice. His head is resting against the pillows, expression turning into disappointment when you shake your head. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“He’s being considerate, you know,” San chips in. “First you give us the silent treatment because you’ve been needy and attention deprived, then you’ve been begging to come once we called you out on your bullshit and are finally making it up to you since we’ve been on tour, and now you don’t want to when Seonghwa-hyung is giving you what you want on a silver platter? Make it make sense.”

It’s like you’ve lost the ability to form words. Your throat feels dry as you try to comprehend it yourself because your behavior doesn’t even make sense to you. Your cunt is throbbing, aching for release to the point where it hurts, there’s Seonghwa right in front of you like an open invitation. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to move. 

San’s patience has run out. He knocks a gasp out of your lungs as he pushes you on all fours, spreading your knees wide apart. It all happens too quickly for you to adjust to, but the smack he delivers on your ass has you crying out loud and your legs losing their strength. 

“Is it because you don’t think you deserve to cum?” He begins with a sweet tone that you would fall for if you didn’t know how mean he could get. “The sentiment’s nice, but we’re no longer mad at you. Besides, Seonghwa-hyung forgives easily. Or is it because of something else...?” As he trails off, he lowers his hand to cup your pussy, enticing a flinch out of you. You know he’s only pretending to be clueless just for the sake of keeping you on your toes. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but maybe it’s because you don’t want to come?”

Bullseye.

You couldn’t stop your body from seizing up even if you wished for it. Fortunately, you can’t see his face, but hearing his laughter ring in your ears doesn’t diffuse your shame either. 

“When did you become such a masochist? God, I can’t believe you’d rather not cum at all,” San wheezes.

“Are you really that surprised, San?” Seonghwa quips with an arched brow. While you can’t see San, the same doesn’t apply to Seonghwa. “You’re the one who edges her every time.”

“Can you blame me though? You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy seeing her all needy!”

Slowly but steadily, you’re losing your last threads of composure. The conversation about you keeps going, but they don’t talk to you. It’s like you aren’t even in the room in the first place. You like to believe they’ve forgotten you for good, but there are San’s fingers ghosting over your folds and reminding you of your place. And then he dips in completely, thumb pressing right on your clit, making you moan into the sheets.

Still, no reaction. 

Eventually, San retreats his finger and goes back to his initial ministrations, but knowing him, it’s best not to let your guard down. You brace yourself for a second stunt, but it never comes. 

Perhaps, for all you know, they’re dead set on not making you come. Shivers run down your spine at the thought of it, because you wouldn’t put it past them to make it a reality. That can’t be happening, no, not today, not ever. You’d rather die than not come tonight. 

“That’s not it,” you cut in. Immediately, both of them cease to speak and all eyes are laid on you. San stops moving his hand and encourages you to go on. “I want to cum, but...”

“Don’t be shy, love. Tell us,” Seonghwa soothes. “What’s stopping you?”

“I’m— I’ll—“ you hesitate as you run the words through your mind. The more you replay them internally, the more they sound sad to yourself. But Seonghwa is looking at you like he’s dying to hear what you have to say, and you want to be good for him. “I’ll cum immediately if you eat me out.”

Seonghwa blinks as he lets it sink in, looking at San with an unreadable face. If that is his reaction, you don’t want to see how San takes the information. Would he make fun of you? Absolutely, there’s no doubt about that. 

“Well, that’s the point.” You scrunch your brows and make sure this isn’t a fever dream when Seonghwa speaks. “That means you’re feeling good.”

With that, he reaches for your hand and tugs you closer to him. Still uncertain of it all, you only stabilize your legs on each side of his face with hesitation. Seonghwa sends you a sweet smile before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer to his mouth, the sudden force nearly making you lose your grip on the headboard. “Don’t hold back. See this as a reward after the treatment San gave to you,” he ensures. You make out San’s ‘hey!’ in the background, but nod regardless. 

Just as Seonghwa wants, you don’t hold back. He doesn’t either.

Your moans sound like music to his ears and push him to go harder. Seonghwa is ruthless and eats you out as if you were his last meal. His lips instantly latch onto your clit, alternating between sucking and pressing his tongue flat against the bundle of nerves. He groans and smacks excessively, sending vibrations straight to your core and rendering you speechless. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it as if it was your lifeline when he focuses on your entrance, collecting your juices. Seonghwa takes and takes and takes, and then he pulls you closer to him, silently instructing you to ride his face.

You don’t know if your brain received the message, but your body surely did. Although your knees are giving out on you and you’re at the verge of collapsing, his tongue has you entering all stages of heaven and hell at once and you keep chasing for more. 

“Babe, look at me.” You pick up San’s command and turn your head to face him. Your hips stutter once you meet his eyes, half-lidded and blown with lust. He’s staring at you as if he was about to devour you, burning the very image of you in his mind. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, surprised that you managed to say something. Seonghwa just moans in response, clutching onto your thighs as you continue to grind on him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” San hisses, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches the scene unfold. He swears he could’ve ascended to heaven right there and then as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him, struggle to keep your eyes open as you cum on Seonghwa’s tongue. 

San is quick to help you get off of Seonghwa, absolutely careful not to hurt you. He notices how shaky you are and draws patterns on your legs to soothe you after getting you something to drink. His eyes flit over to Seonghwa to check up on him but then he freezes, mirroring the other’s shocked expression. 

“Did you just squirt?” Seonghwa asks incredulously, his face much messier than when he usually goes down on you. You look at him blankly, still in a daze from before. “You just squirted. Since when can you do that?”

The sight and his words slowly click in your mind, and then you squeeze your eyes shut and hide behind your hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize for that,” Seonghwa reaches out for your hand, but misses it. Instead, he opts for your knee. “It was hot and I enjoyed it.”

“I agree,” San chimes in, pulling your hands away from your face. He smiles softly, then leans down to capture your mouth in a kiss that has you melting. You sigh when he pulls away, but when you open your eyes, your breath hitches. 

There’s a lot of things you expected to see. Seeing a devilish grin on San’s face is not one of them. “You better do that again because I want my share too. No, scratch that,” he pauses, then adds after exchanging looks with Seonghwa who has given him the green light by the looks of it, “Tonight won’t be over until I made you do that again.”

#it was a challenge with the given prompt ngl but i like how this turned out #ateez smut #choi san smut #san smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #luvsmut

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at your service

pairing: san x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | humiliation (in the form of wearing a maid costume bc san is a kinky weeb), begging, master kink, cockwarming, edging, unprotected sex wc: 2.2k

A smirk creeps on San’s lips the moment the door flies open. He’s made himself comfortable on the bed, legs crossed and head resting against the headboard. Before he can let out the comment that’s been lying heavy on the tip of his tongue, you lash out first.

“I fucking hate you for making me wear this.”

“Yes, you told me that around six times already,” he drawls, visibly amused by the situation. “But we had a deal. You lost, so suck it up.”

The neckline plunges too low for your liking, and the skirt — can it even be considered a skirt? — is so short that you’re bound to flash the panties you’re wearing underneath whenever you as much as dare move. Perhaps you’d find the garter belt cute, if only you weren’t wearing it with this skimpy version of a maid uniform. How much did San pay for this? Actually, you don’t want to know.

San gets off the bed, eyes trained on you the entire time. His tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth once his gaze settles on your exposed legs, making you clench your thighs together. The way he blatantly eye-fucks you has you growing wet, and you fucking hate it. It’s one thing to be put through this humiliation, but wearing this maid outfit and being aroused? Your ego can only take so much.

Once he’s standing in front of you, the power imbalance couldn’t get any more obvious. There’s him, wearing a nice dress shirt with the top buttons undone and black jeans, and then there’s you in nothing but a slutty rendition of a servant costume. The look he sends you makes you tear your eyes away from him and heartbeat rise to your ears, and you just hope for the better that he doesn’t point it out.

Luckily, he doesn’t. Instead, he circles around you, giving you a once-over from every possible angle. It’s silent, save for the sound of San’s footsteps bouncing off the walls. You wait for him to say something with bated breath, but that never comes. Eventually, he stops right behind you, and you’re pretty sure he’s fixated on the part of your ass that the skirt doesn’t cover.

The silence is deafening, unbearable even, but you don’t plan on losing this unsaid game. If San already has you dressed as degradingly as it can get, you’re not going to entertain him any further. But then an arm wraps around your waist and pins your back against his chest, while another hand snakes down under your skirt and cups your covered cunt. You manage to bite back a moan at the sudden contact, but your body betrays you with how you jolt.

“Cute,” San snickers, before propping his chin on your shoulder. “Just adorable.” His breath is hot against your neck as he continues to put his fingers to use. He traces your folds over the panties that are slowly turning damper by the second, toys around with your clit, and even dares to shove some of your underwear into your entrance once you’re leaking enough to his liking. You struggle to stand still on both legs as he does how he pleases, deadset on withstanding him, even if this torture is the cost. 

“I hate you,” you say through gritted teeth, but it comes out rather comical when your knees finally give up on you and you lean on him for support. The subtle moan that follows suit doesn’t help either. San only smiles against your skin before he pushes your underwear aside and slides two digits in you. The messy technique is all over the place, but he curls his fingers in all the right angles and hits all of your weak spots precisely, reducing you into a panting wreck. You throw your head back, overwhelmed by everything that’s going on, and when he pays attention to your clit again, you’re on the verge. 

You’re so close that you can taste your sweet release, but then he stops. You’re about to complain because you know full well what he’s done, but he beats you to it first.

“Come again? What did you say? You’re my maid now, so you better act like one. This is part of the deal after all.” Although he’s muttering in your ear, he enunciates every single syllable with clarity that makes your skin crawl. “Apologize.”

You know exactly what he’s after. San wants to break you. wants to crush your pride and make you his little bitch. You’d put up a longer fight, but your mind is just revolving around sansansan and the desperate want to come. 

“Forgive me.” You cringe at how small your voice sounds, defenseless even. 

“Forgive me...?” he echoes as his fingers start to move again, albeit at a much slower pace than before. You’re confused by the implication, and turn all cogs in your brain in hopes of finding the answer. 

Oh.

Oh.

The daunting realization must’ve flashed across your face because San encourages you to speak. If only you could turn your head and face him, you’d give him a piece of your mind. Not that it would’ve been effective anyway, since he has you locked in his hold.

He whispers the first syllable of the word, and you gasp. Your suspicions were right all along, but the confirmation makes you burn up even more in embarrassment. He’s really trying to stoop you down onto the lowest level. 

But you can do it. you tell yourself you can do it. After all, a deal’s a deal.

“M-master. Forgive me, master.”

San wasn’t prepared for the delivery, judging by the way he flinches. To your dismay, he pulls out entirely, leaving you gaping, and the growl that follows is borderline feral. “You’re the maid, not me. You’re the one who should be doing all the work. If you want to cum, then earn it.” With that, he lets go of you before heading back to the bed. 

You’re at a loss of words. All you can do is stare at him as he makes himself comfy on the bed again, but you quickly scramble to him when he motions you towards him with a flick of his hand. 

“What do you want me to do?” San cocks a brow as if to say is this your best? and you quickly rephrase. “Is there anything I can help you with... master?” The word feels so foreign on your tongue, doesn’t slip the right way. You hate how it’s enough of a confirmation that he has the upper hand; a confirmation that you’re nothing but his little servant. 

He smiles lazily. “Sit on my cock.” And that’s all it takes to have you straddling him. You don’t waste any time pulling his pants down along with the black briefs, letting his length spring out. He’s fully hard and flushed red, just looking inviting to suck on, and it has your mouth watering. But then: “Keep the uniform on.”

Of course it was too good to be true. There’s no way San would let you forget who’s in absolute charge here. You can’t complain though, because you’re getting dicked earlier than expected. 

You manage to slide him inside of you without any complications. Breathy moans leave his mouth as you take him in inch by inch, and the way he struggles to lie still is a tiny victory for you. Meanwhile, the way his cock stretches you out has you whining in pleasure, and your head is only spinning around sansansan by the time you’ve taken him up to the hilt.

“Can I— do you want me to move, master?” 

Maybe it was because you got your hopes up to high, but you can’t help how disdain spreads all over you when San reaches for his phone on the nightstand. “No. Sit still.”

And just like that, he dismisses you nonchalantly and starts tapping rapidly on his phone; as if having you sit on his cock while wearing a maid outfit is a daily occurrence. Your jaw nearly drops when you realize he’s fucking texting. You’re about to speak up, but then the thought of him chastising you because you’re supposed to be a maid pops up in your brain. He’d definitely do that, and he’d definitely punish you too. The question is, how far is he willing to go?

You don’t want to find out. 

So you sit still, losing track of time. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting on his lap, trying your best not to think about his cock pulsing in you, but it must’ve been a fucking while when San suddenly tilts his phone, thumbs no longer moving. That’s when you become acutely aware of the camera facing you, and you can’t help but wonder what on earth he’s watching. 

Or what if he’s filming you—

That thought has you unknowingly clenching your walls, and you inhale sharply as you realize he’s still snug in you. Luckily, San doesn’t stir, and that realization has you going on your rounds. Maybe if you do it one more time and he doesn’t budge, you could get away with it—

“A-are you recording?” The words are spoken out loud before you even realize it.

San looks up at you and tilts his head. “No, I’m not. Why?” His voice is dripping in innocence, but then he lifts a brow and you know you’re doomed. “Do you want me to record you? Does it turn you on? Is that the reason why you keep tightening around me? Why you’re quite literally dripping on my cock?” 

Your heart almost stops dead in its tracks. So he noticed the entire time.

“Please let me move, master. Please,” you blurt out, no longer caring about your fucking dignity. “Please let me come on your cock. W-want master to fuck me dumb and show me my place.” The number of times you said please in the last few seconds is pitiful, but you don’t find it within you to care. 

“That would imply that you were thinking in the first place. If you weren’t stupid, you wouldn’t have insulted me and said you hated me.”

“You’re right, master, I wasn’t thinking earlier. Please,” you beg, vision slowly getting blurry. San truly outdid himself and got what he fucking wanted, reducing you to the point where you’re so desperate you’re about to cry. Of course you’re desperate because there’s a cock filling you up but you’re not being fucked. And as if that wasn’t hell in itself, you’re wearing this godforsaken maid outfit because you lost a bet.

“Ssh, I got you, baby.” San’s eyes instantly soften and there’s fondness lying in them. You know what he’s about to ask, but you quickly give him the green light to continue. He mouths you an ‘okay’ and reassuringly squeezes your hand before settling both of his hands on your hips. 

There’s a playful glimmer in his eyes, and then he sets back into character, smugness written all over his face. “You want me to fuck you dumb? I’m gonna fuck your brains out, alright.”

In a split second, his grip on your hips tighten. the next thing you know, he snaps his hips against you, and you’re sent three dimensions over. 

His cock manages to reach you even deeper if that’s humanly possible, and you sob. Your moans overlap with his grunts as he thrusts in and out of you at a brutal pace. You barely find the energy to keep your body up, and it’s all San’s doing as he slams your hips down on him. Eventually, he manages to flip your positions around so that you’re pliant underneath him. He doesn’t let down with the intensity when he fumbles for your clit, and your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm approaching. 

And just a few seconds before you unravel, he pulls his cock out entirely. Fighting back the tears welling up in your eyes, you choke when he nudges his head against your clit. Precum dribbles down your slit and mixes with your own slick, reminding you that he’s not letting you come again.

“Why?” you wince. San is unfazed by your desperation.

“You wanted me to show you your place, didn’t you?” He slides his head along your slit for good measure, and raises his voice to add, “I’ll show you your place and give you what you want if you do what master wants.”

Despite the buzz in your head, you get the underlying order. San isn’t fucking around and means business, always has, so you muster up the energy to ask, “What do you want, master?”

The sly grin he flashes is the only thing you see. “I want you to say my name over and over again. And once you’ve said it loud enough, I want you to scream it.” He gently grabs your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. “I want the whole neighbourhood to know who’s making you feel good.”

#ateez smut #atz smut #choi san smut #san smut #luvsmut

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easy

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader genre + tags: smut, idolverse | studio sex, fingering and the audio is being recorded, rings, reader and hongjoong are both idols and have a collab track with bang chan, bang chan sadly does not make a guest appearance in this but there is a mention of his name (yes this was a necessary tag) wc: 1.1k

“You sound much better now. Let’s retake the chorus.”

The lyric sheet in your hands is crumpled up and slightly damp from your sweaty fingers. Not that you need it anyway, because the lines are simple to memorize and you went through them a dozen times before setting a foot in Hongjoong’s studio to record them for the upcoming collaboration with him and Bang Chan, but it’s hard to get your brain to work when you’re sitting on Hongjoong’s lap with three of his fingers buried inside of you knuckle-deep. 

The familiar instrumental blares out of the speakers again, but you’re too dazed to process it completely. Hongjoong seems to notice that. He props his chin on your shoulder before peppering openmouthed kisses on your neck. His fingers start to move once more, albeit slowly, grazing all the right spots that send you to the stars and have you twitching uncontrollably.

“C’mon, baby. Sing your lines,” he mouths against your neck before nibbling on that patch of skin. You moan at the slight sting, bucking your hips forward in the hopes he’ll quicken his pace. He doesn’t.

“I’ll give you what you want once we’ve finished recording your part,” he promises, and you know he’s telling the truth. You still harbor enough self-awareness to realize that out of the ten attempts you recorded so far, not even once did you manage to sing the entire chorus in one go without breaking into sobs or forgetting the words. 

If this is Hongjoong’s wicked way of making you slowly lose your mind, it’s working. 

“I make you say wow—” your voice wavers when he sharply curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with full force. As you struggle to keep your head in place, all colors start to bleed in one another in your vision. “—look at me now—” You’re pretty sure you were a beat off when you sang that part, but he doesn’t comment on it. His fingers stop dead in their tracks after that motion, causing frustration to build up in you. As much as you want to complain, you don’t. You keep focusing on enunciating your lines as clearly as humanly possible given your condition because you want to be done with the recording session, good for Hongjoong, and good enough to be allowed to cum. 

But then he goes hard. 

Hongjoong wraps his free arm around you tighter as you begin writhing in his lap, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in a brutal pattern. You don’t need anyone to tell you that what you’re saying now is pure gibberish mixed in with moans that are too obscene for anyone’s sanity, nor do you need anyone to tell you that your eyes are glassy. 

“Come and wat—” you cut yourself off with a loud moan when he ups his torture by ruthlessly flicking his thumb on your clit. The last remains of a logical train of thoughts are down the drain when Hongjoong groans against the crook of your neck, the vibrations going straight down to your throbbing core. “Please, I can’t anymore. Let me cum,” you cry. Bang Chan can wait another day to get your parts to insert into the final mastering. 

To your dismay, Hongjoong begs to differ.

“Again. Do that last part again.”

His fingers don’t slow down as he untangles his other hand from you to replay the instrumental and shove the mic closer to your face. Then it strikes you; Oh God, the mic. The realization that every sound you’ve made is being recorded hits you like a brick wall all over again. 

You doubt Hongjoong will delete all the audios that aren’t even eligible for the final cut. However, you trust him enough to save those recordings in a file that only he can access. 

But what if? What if he accidentally sends Chan the audio where you’re quite literally begging him to cum? What if your moans aren’t the only sounds audible in the recordings? What if you can also make out the indecent noise of him fucking you good with his fingers alone? What if that accidentally wasn’t accidental at all? 

You’re so lost in thoughts that you miss the beat. “Stop clenching around me and start singing,” Hongjoong orders and scissors his digits to get his point across. Noticing how you probably aren’t capable of finding the right timing to sing, he counts the beat for you in a tone too husky for your liking. 

Your line is about to come up, but then his other hand reaches down between your legs — the hand that’s decorated with rings — and he grazes his pointer against your clit, making sure the cold metal of his ring touches you two. It’s the last straw that throws you over the edge, tightening around his digits and panting out mindless words as he fucks you past oblivion. 

The music slowly fades into the background as your heartbeat starts to fall back into a steady rhythm. When you open your eyes, the mic is pushed to the side and Hongjoong is looking down at you in awe. 

“I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers,“ He speaks up, pulling his fingers out, all drenched in your release. “Never knew someone could cum this hard.”

“It’s the ring.”

“The ring?” he echoes. You blink at him in confusion before it eventually hits you like a truck. 

“I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Quiet.” 

You keep your mouth shut. Hongjoong is still looking down at you lovingly, but you know the damage has been done already. His eyes don’t give him away, but the edge in his voice is more than enough of a confirmation that his ego was badly bruised. 

“It took you ten minutes to come,” he states nonchalantly whilst taking off his rings one by one. You gulp, terrified of what’s about to come.

“Let’s beat that record. This time, without any rings on.”   

#yes the song in question is skz's easy bc it's sexc #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez hard hours #atz smut #luvsmut

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game over

pairing: wooyoung x genderneutral!reader genre + tags: smut | blowjob wc: 1.7k

Five days. It’s been five days since Wooyoung came back home after months of touring and not seeing your face in ages. Five days since you two could finally spend time together. However, all he’s done in the last five days is claim the computer 24/7 to play PUBG with Yunho and San instead of catching up with you.

The audacity.

You wouldn’t consider yourself incredibly needy, but when you haven’t seen your boyfriend in six months because he was too busy globetrotting, it does take a toll on you. Not only on your hands and wallet (using the same toys over and over again does lead to boredom and only okay orgasms), but you can only exploit so much of your mental archive of masturbation-material Wooyoung lines and expressions. Not that you could ever grow tired of Wooyoung’s bedroom eyes and the way he bites his lips once he has you trembling beneath him, but recalling him in your memory is different than having him hovering over you in person whilst looking like he’s about to ruin you. 

Five days. For five days you’ve pulled every trick in the book to get his attention but it was all in vain. That leaves you with one last option:

“Wooyoung, I’m horny.”

No reaction. Wooyoung’s eyes are glued to the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard. Your cheeks flare in both embarrassment and frustration when you realize he couldn’t have heard you in the first place because his headset is perched on his head, probably blaring Yunho and San’s voices into his ears.

And knowing Yunho and San, they’re fucking noisy.

Your patience has run out. Making sure he notices your existence once and for all, you lean forward to sling an arm around him before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Wooyoung yelps at first, then gradually relaxes once he realizes it’s only you. He mutes his mic before pressing a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “Jeez, you scared me.”

You’re about to look up, expecting to meet his eyes. Instead, you’re greeted with his side profile and his attention set on his stupid game. Wow, what a nice and mindful boyfriend he is.

Fucking unacceptable.

You hear him let out a nervous chuckle when you begin to leave kisses on his neck. “Want your cock... Need you right now,” you mumble, grazing your teeth on a particular spot that has him sucking in a breath. “Only you can make me feel good.”

Your voice isn’t loud, but he catches every single syllable. He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing when you lick a stripe up his neck before taking his earlobe in between your teeth. All the whilst, your free hand moves down to his crotch, feeling him grow stiff when you squeeze him down there. “Want you to ruin me.”

“Just let me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times,” Wooyoung says, strained. His eyes are still fixated on the computer, but by now they’re shaking. Something akin to pride swells in your chest. You’d never willingly tell him something that vulgar, only spit it out through gritted teeth whenever he forces you to. But desperate times call for desperate measures, so you suck it up. 

“But I don’t want to wait—”

“(y/n), I said let me finish this first.” With that, he gently swats you away, not minding you a glance. You’re about to complain but your mouth remains silent and agape when he switches his mic on and apologizes to his friends for being unresponsive, ignoring you as if you weren’t right next to him.

The. Fucking. Audacity.

Another yap leaves him when you pull the chair away from the table, making just enough space to wiggle under it. His cheeks flare red as he glares down at you, signaling an unspoken ‘what the fuck are you doing?’. You innocently bat your lashes at him before pulling him closer and spreading his legs apart, making yourself comfortable right between them.

It’s then and there when Wooyoung gets it.

“The fuck are you thinking— oh god, ah f-fuck—” he hisses and immediately slumps against the chair when you palm him over his tight pants. He must’ve forgotten to turn off his mic because soon after, he hastily says, “Hm? What was what, Sannie? I’m good!”

Wooyoung gives you another glare but the effect falls flat. It’s near impossible to take his threat seriously when his bare arms are tense and there’s a visible tent in his pants. He makes several half-hearted attempts to pry your hand away from the zipper but soon enough, he gives up with a strained sigh and lets you do as you please before giving his all in the game.

You don’t waste any time in pulling down his jeans and briefs just enough to let his cock jump out. From above, you take notice of Wooyoung inhaling sharply through his nose, trying his damn hardest not to slip up. He must’ve kept the mic on.

Shit. You’re so going to take full advantage of that.

Wooyoung stiffens when he feels a light touch on his cock. He doesn’t rip his eyes away from the screen which makes you pout, but you don’t dwell on it too long. As your one hand focuses on his tip, slightly pressing into his slit where he’s the most sensitive, your other hand moves down to fondle his balls as well. Wooyoung squeezes his eyes shut and almost fires at San’s character, breath growing shallow as he turns more aroused.

You continue to torment him by stroking his cock in an agonizing pace whilst rubbing at his slit repeatedly, making him squirm in place as he tried to come across to his friends as unbothered as possible over the headset. “Sorry, I didn’t see him coming at us,” Wooyoung apologizes meekly when San’s character dies for good this time.

Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any worse, enough precum has leaked from his tip. You coat his entire length with it, and he point-blank whimpers when you pump him with more pressure, the glide much smoother than before. 

His cock is throbbing under your touch, and now that there’s precum all over, it makes your mouth water. You lean forward and tentatively lick up a stripe from the base to the tip before enclosing your mouth around him and dipping your tongue in his slit. Wooyoung moans embarrassingly loud and there’s no way that his friends haven’t caught up to it yet.

You peak another look at him. You could’ve come there and then.

The virtual battle in front of him is long forgotten as he covers his mouth with one hand; a pitiful attempt to hide his moans. His cheeks are flushed, eyes half-lidded.

“Shit— guys, my connection sucks ass. I gotta go,” is the last thing he says before he slides the headset off his ears and ditches the game. “And now you. Stop teasing and let me fucking cum,” he grunts and wastes no time threading his fingers in your hair. He doesn’t pull though, and neither does he buck his hips forward. Whether he’s doing it out of respect towards you or out of self-restraint with a glimmer of hope that you’ll be obedient, you can’t tell. 

What you can say for certain is that you’re not having any of his behavior.

“Pay attention to me first!” you pout after pulling away from him with a vulgar pop, knowing how obscene you must be looking right now.

“Attention? You have all my attention now, sweetheart.” The way the words leave his lips is nearly feral and does nothing but fuel your arousal. “I threw the fucking game for you. Now make me cum before I fuck your mouth.”

As much as the latter sounds irresistible, you also value your vocal cords. Not wanting to push him any further, you take him back in your mouth inch by inch. A soft sigh falls from Wooyoung’s lips when you suck eagerly, running your tongue flat against the underside of his length. Everything that doesn’t fit in your mouth is what you cover with your hands, rubbing teasingly that has his hips slightly stuttering.

“F-fuck, how can you still be so good with your mouth— a-aah—” The grip on your hair tightens, the pain sending you shivers. You hum around him before sucking profusely on his tip. Wooyoung throws his head back in bliss, voice unstable when you lick all the precum that’s oozing out of his slit. “I’m gonna— soon—”

You take more of him in your mouth again until he hits the back of your throat. Tears well up in your eyes as you convulse around him, fighting your gag reflex. What you can’t cover with your mouth, your hands do. You begin to fondle with his balls once more, drawing out a high pitched moan from him. 

“Shit, pull out now. Fucking pull out—” Wooyoung coughs, trying to push you away. But that only causes you to suck harder on him, whimper obscenely around his cock. He tugs on your hair repeatedly yet you hold your stand.

All of it becomes too much for him. He comes in long spurts, filling up your mouth. You moan when the warm liquid hits your throat, but don’t swallow immediately.

Wooyoung’s hair sticks to his damp forehead as he comes down from euphoria, blinking dazedly as he slowly pulls his softening dick out of you. He gapes at the sight of the string of cum connecting your mouth with his tip. And then notices a bit of white dribbling down your chin. 

“God, you’re gonna kill me,” he reaches forward to wipe the cum off your lip but backtracks when you swallow everything left in your mouth. “Did you just swallow? I take that back. You killed me.”

“Don’t die on me yet. You promised you’ll go down on me.”

“And I’m a man of my words.” Wooyoung chuckles before he tucks himself back in and pulls his pants up. “Now get on the fucking bed. It’s my turn to break you.”

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tutor lessons

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | corruption kink, guided masturbation, degradation wc: 1.6k

Something wicked flashes in Hongjoong’s eyes that makes your stomach churn. He has you pinned underneath him on your own bed, both of you still panting from the heated kiss you shared. He looks at you smugly, strands of blond hair falling above his eyes. It’s a pretty color — not the brassy yellow tone that every stereotypical delinquent in every stereotypical high school anime wears — but a soft shade that makes him look like an angel. 

“You’re gravely mistaken if you think I didn’t know what your ulterior motives are,” he seethes, a complete 180 turn from the usually soft-spoken person he’s known for. You swallow heavily, blood running cold at the shift of his personality. 

“H-hongjoong?” you stammer, because that’s the only thing you can bring past your lips. The way he looks down on you in a patronizing manner and the sharp edge in his voice give you whiplash, and it’s as clear as day that he knows so too. 

“Oh my god, you’re so much better than the last person i was with,” he whispers, eyes beaming as if he just won the lottery. “I can tell you’re so much more fun already.” A shiver runs down your spine when he starts popping the buttons of your shirt open in an agonizing pace, his gaze wandering all over your trembling body. Once the last button is undone, he hums appreciatively before leaning down, his hot breath fanning your ear. “So much more fun to break.”

The strangled moan that leaves you has you burning in shame. “W-what do you mean—“ you start, but he cuts you off in an instant.

“Delinquents like you enjoy corrupting good boys like me. But personally, it’s more thrilling when the tables are turned when you least expect it and the innocent one ruins you. Don’t you think so too?” Malice glints in his eyes as he waits for a reaction. You try to seem unaffected by it, but that goes down the drain when he yanks your shorts in one movement, letting them pool at your ankles. 

Once he realizes he won’t get an answer anytime soon, he continues. “I know you’re good at chemistry. I know you deliberately aimed for bad grades. I know you’ve been trying to get into my pants ever since I’ve been tutoring you. I may seem innocent, but you chose the wrong person, baby.”

The pet name has you choking on a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This can’t be Hongjoong, not the goody shoes and straight A student Hongjoong you know him as. This can’t be the blushing mess Hongjoong is reduced into whenever he hears someone make a sexual innuendo.  

You’re pulled out of your state of shock when he forcefully spreads your legs apart. A whimper leaves you when the cool air comes in contact with your heat, and it’s then and there when you realize in horror that he can see how drenched your panties are. 

“All I did was kiss you and you’re this wet? Kinda pathetic, don’t you think?” He giggles, and even takes the liberty to trace the outlines of your folds over the material, which has you whimpering for more. “You haven’t said anything yet. Is it because you forgot how to speak? Is there even something you can do? Or do I need to teach you everything?”

You keep your mouth shut. Not that Hongjoong minds though, since your hips are betraying you anyway, thrusting into his touch. 

“So receptive. You want me to touch you so bad...” He stops right above the dampest patch on your panties and sends you a look. “Why? Because it’s me? Or is it because you don’t know how to touch yourself?”

Your eyes grow wide when he says that. As if something flipped a switch in you, you suddenly grow hotter in arousal. Taking your silence as a yes, Hongjoong smiles. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll teach you. That’s what a tutor is there for, hm?”

He tugs your underwear down so it dangles at your feet along with your shorts. The direct contact with the air and his eyes trained on you have you leaking more, and if you concentrate, you can practically picture your slick dripping onto the bed. Hongjoong spreads your thighs apart as much as possible, keeping them in place with his knees before he guides your hand downwards. 

You hold your breath when he pushes one of your fingers into your cunt, motioning you to move on your own. Whimpering, you do as told while Hongjoong just grins, watching you fall apart from your own hand. “Perfect, baby. Just like that.”

He doesn’t give out any more orders after that. Eventually, one finger isn’t satisfactory enough and you insert a second finger to add to the stretch. There’s only one thing racing in your mind, and you speed up the pace, pressing your thumb against your clit for more. 

“Slow down,” Hongjoong starts, but you don’t catch his mild warning over the rush in your ears. Sensing that words won’t get to you, he roughly wrenches your hand away. “I said, slow down.”

Frustration washes over you at the loss of friction, but Hongjoong stands by his point and simply scowls. “My job here is to make you understand, and if you’re too dumb to ignore what I say, you don’t deserve to cum.” Your body jerks up at the mention of it, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing. Hongjoong stares at you with wide eyes before it dawns on him. “You like it when I call you dumb? That’s funny, considering you initially wanted to turn me into your begging bitch. Dumb baby, I can’t believe you really thought so highly of yourself.”

Just when you thought you couldn’t be more of a goner, he had to prove you wrong again. You don’t know if it’s because he spat out the word bitch as if he degraded someone every friday, or if it’s because of the whiplash caused by his new behavior. Whatever it is, it breaks you.

“Hongjoong, please—” your voice cracks, pussy aching from the lack of contact, “—I wanna cum so bad.”

The grin on his face widens. “Look who’s finally talking. Good job, so you do amount to something. Will you listen to me, then?”

It doesn’t take a split second for you to babble “yes yes yes—!” with such desperation that it’s nearly comedic. Pleased with your reaction, Hongjoong lets go of you before he places both of his hands on your hips. 

“Go ahead, baby. Nice and slow,” he murmurs. You don’t want to risk anything, so you start anew with only one finger filling you up. As much as it frustrates you with keeping the snail pace, it’s at least better than nothing. Hongjoong lets his tongue dart out to lick his lips, eyes glued to your finger pushing in and out of your throbbing cunt. After what feels like an hour later, he allows you to add two more fingers and you let out a relieved sigh. 

A whine leaves you at the new stretch, but frustration still lingers in the pit of your stomach even as he gives you the green light to speed up. By now, your thighs are trembling and the only thing you seek is your orgasm, but your fingers just aren’t enough. 

It’s silent, save for the indecent squelch coming from your cunt and the occasional hum from Hongjoong. You consider begging him to make you do something other than this torture, but that thought leaves you when he suddenly presses his thumb against your clit. You moan, start thrashing around from the sudden surge of stimulation, but he keeps your hips planted to the mattress and stops your hips from bucking up.

“That’s it. I wanna hear my dumb baby’s voice.” His tone is sickeningly sweet, but the slight edge to it is hard to miss. It’s almost in a pitiful manner, but it has you going feral either way. “Don’t forget to move your fingers,” he reminds you as he delivers calculated flicks to your clit, observing the way you squirm and pant. “I wanna hear the filthy sounds my dumb baby and her pussy are making.”

Hongjoong is relentless with his ministrations as you cum, though he does let go of your hips so you can move freely. Bucking your hips into his touch and your own movements, you spread your legs even further. Your gasps are ragged as you fuck yourself through your high, hips stuttering whenever Hongjoong applies more pressure on your bundle of nerves. 

As you come down from your orgasmic bliss, you pull your fingers out which are completely soaked in your cum. Hongjoong stops his abuse on your clit too but slides his finger downwards to gather some of your juices, completely ignoring your shaking body and whimpers from the overstimulation. Once his digits are glistening, he brings them up to your lips. Too tired to move your body, you just lie still and look at him dazedly as he smears your cum on your bottom lip.

“You look so cute when you cum,” he remarks with an angelic smile. For a few more seconds, he lingers on your lips, admiring how red and glossy they are, and then proceeds to smudge the rest of your juices on your cheeks. His touch is soft and gentle, but the next few words have you growing wet again.

“I bet you look better when you cry.”

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think twice before you speak

pairing: san x wooyoung x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | hard dom!woosan, toys wc: 1.6k

When San asked you “How do you feel about two at once?” with a casual airiness in his tone, making you glance up from your phone only to find him and Wooyoung staring expectantly at you, you burst into a fit of laughter.

“If this is your way of asking if I would let one of you fuck my ass while someone does my vag, consider fucking my mouth first,” you wheezed. “Plus, isn’t that idea quite a reach considering you guys are shitless scared of making me faint, hence why you always insist on doing it vanilla and all that jazz?”

Fast forward to your current predicament a few hours later, you’re not laughing anymore.

It’s rather the polar opposite. You feel like crying — fuck that, perhaps the tears are already welling up and just waiting to stream down your face. The toy isn’t even big, doesn’t stretch your walls out in the slightest. But with your legs spread apart and Wooyoung changing the intensity of the vibrations every few minutes, you’re forced to the edge in record time.

Desperate apologies leave you without a pause but neither him nor San are fazed. Instead, they both watch you with a malicious grin as if you were their prey, relishing how worked up you are. How you struggle to keep your legs planted to the bed whenever the dildo vibrates more. How you’re at the brink of letting those tears loose whenever your release gets denied. And they haven’t laid a finger on you yet. 

"But baby, you said we're too vanilla." Wooyoung pouts, yet his voice is dripping in glee. "As if we aren't worth your pussy. But it's okay, we understand. You seem to have much more fun with your toys anyway. Look, San, she's shaking so much and it’s just a fake dick in her!"

"No no no— hnngh..." you drawl. Wooyoung bumps up the toy to its highest intensity with a single swipe on his phone, making you whimper. "No, don’t wanna... d-don't wanna cum like this."

San lifts a brow. "Oh, so now you want us, eh?" There isn’t even an ounce of emotion in his voice. "Too bad, baby, because you're not worth our cocks if you're so close so fast because of a fucking toy. Bet you'd come immediately the second I'm buried in you, and then you'd beg like a little bitch for me to stop because it's too much for you even though I haven't had my fun yet."

Wooyoung gasps, feigning shock. "Really? That's so mean!" 

"I promise I won't—" your brain no longer knows how to form a proper sentence as soon as San snatches the phone away from the other’s grasp, setting the toy to the lowest setting, "—gonna be good and n-not complain and do anything you want— f-fuck—" suddenly, he amps it up again and you choke, desperately trying to clutch more of the sheets in your fists, "—wanna be stuffed by you—" both guys would feel sorry for you, but seeing you blabbering barely comprehensive words as you’re slowly losing it makes their dicks stir, "—p-promise won't cum before you!"

"That's a bold statement," San comments coolly. He shares a look with Wooyoung before he switches the toy off completely. "M'kay, deal. You better keep that promise though, because trust me, you won't like the consequences if you don't."

You nod eagerly, and that’s the most enthusiasm you’ve shown so far. It doesn’t last long though. The sigh that threatened to slip past your lips turns into a yelp when San pulls the toy out and manhandles you on all fours all of sudden. You faintly register the sound of a foil packet ripped open, but before you can act upon that, Wooyoung has made his way in front of you, tilting your head up with one hand on your chin.

"Open up, baby," he orders impatiently, lightly slapping your cheek with his dick, tip already glistening in precum. A smug grin makes its way on his lips when he leaves a stain on your skin. 

In that moment, San thrusts his cock into your throbbing heat in one swift movement, stretching you to the point where you feel you’re going to tear. You arch your back and cry out of pleasure from taking him up to the hilt. Wooyoung is relentless and takes the first opportunity to shove his shaft in your mouth, turning your moans into choked, desperate gasps for air. The rough treatment from all sides has you reach your breaking point. Sniffling, the tears finally stream down your cheeks and mix in with the precum. 

You don’t know what you expected when your eyes meet Wooyoung’s. Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same cold and sickeningly smug look that hasn’t left his face ever since. He doesn’t look affected in the slightest. Doesn’t bother to wipe away some tears. Doesn’t bat an eyelash when he says with a voice devoid of empathy, "You said you wanted me to fuck your mouth? Gotta earn that first. So put that tongue of yours to work, that's the only thing you can do anyway."

By then, San has settled for a slow pace, pulling his cock out until his tip barely grazes your folds, and then rocks back in deeply. The combination of his actions and Wooyoung’s words has your eyes turning white and blood rushing through your veins. 

In between trying to breathe through your nose and not rutting your ass against San, you eagerly suck on the other’s cock. Wooyoung isn’t as long as San, but his girth definitely compensates for it. His dick is thick and lies heavy against your tongue. You lap around his tip, the taste of precum prevalent on your tastebuds. His breath hitches as he throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. Slowly, his hands make their way to your head, loosely threading through your hair. 

San progressively grows more aggressive with his thrusts. His breaths are labored, an attempt to keep his voice at bay. But once in a while, an airy whine escapes his throat. He’s fucking you deep and slow and when he’s buried in you balls-deep, that one thrust slams him against your weak spot. 

The force of it makes you lurch forwards, choking and moaning against Wooyoung’s dick. From there on, he’s a goner. 

Whatever ounce of self-control Wooyoung possessed is now thrown out of the window. He suddenly has your hair in a vice grip, blunt nails lightly digging into your scalp. You’re about to pull away for a second to swallow the spit and precum collected in your mouth, but then he forces his length deeper into your mouth, legs growing weak when he feels your gag reflex activating. Your muffled cries and tears down your face and drool spilling from the corner of your lips make the entire thing even better, and the praises and curses flow out of him like a waterfall in the midst of loud, high-pitched moans.

"Fuck, so good... y-your mouth..." Wooyoung’s cock twitches, his end coming soon. "Shit, I'm gonna—!"

“Me too— hhngh,” San pants, hips stuttering as his pace starts to get faster. The violent snap of skin against skin reverberates throughout the room along with vulgar groans. Your stomach churns and you feel like you’re slowly losing touch with reality as you sense your own orgasm approaching.

Wooyoung is the first to come, spilling his release in your mouth. He’s abusing your mouth as he fucks himself through his orgasm, not giving you any chance to swallow. He moves so wildly that bits of his cum spill past your lips and dribble down your chin, some pooling on the mattress. 

Not long after him, San shoots his load into the condom, fingers gripping your hips so hard that they leave bruises behind. He groans, followed by a ramble of curses that you only catch when you strain your ears. All the while he’s getting down from his high, he moves a hand down to your clit, rigorously rubbing the bundle of nerves. It’s the thing that sends you over the edge, and your cunt clenches around his softening cock like a vice. 

Both of them pull out at the same time, chests heaving, hair disheveled, lips busted. Wooyoung runs his thumb across your bottom lip, and you swiftly swallow his load before your tongue darts out. Retreating his finger, he shoots you an exhausted grin, and then he collapses on the bed.

"Shit, baby, you really kept your word.” San looks at you with a sense of pride, and then he’s off for a moment to get rid of the condom. 

"The fuck have we been doing the entire time? We should've gone freakier way earlier!" Wooyoung throws an arm over his eyes, the light too bright for him. San comes back just in time and still catches what his friend said.

He looks irritated for a hot minute, and then he bursts into laughter from the bluntness. “Woo, please don’t ever say it like that again.”

"Well, at least better late than never." you shrug amusedly. “However, i still want my post-session cuddles.”

“And those you will always get.” San smiles mischievously before he drops his body weight on you, effectively crushing you. You grimace, playfully hitting his chest to get him and his nasty post-sex stench away from you, but he doesn’t budge and clings onto you like a leech. “You asked, I delivered!”

Wooyoung throws himself into the bunch immediately after, laughing at your desperate attempts to break free. You huff, taking a mental note to always run for the bathroom the next time you do this. 

“Oh my god, you two are the worst.”

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sweet like candy

pairing: yeosang x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | oral (f receiving) wc: 870

You don’t realize Yeosang’s ulterior motives until he hugs you from behind and starts peppering kisses down your neck. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you came in,” he rasps, hands slowly moving downwards. Although a part of him is concerned about you after last night’s sexcapade, his libido has gotten the better of him. Call him a horny bastard, but he can only take so much when you’re waltzing around in his shirt and booty shorts.

“Not now— mmh...” Your body betrays your words as you crane your head sideways to give him better access. “Need coffee first.” Because it’s way too early to have yet another fuck. Your head is still drowsy, legs a little sore from the previous night, and it took you a good amount of willpower to even make it into the kitchen.

“Let me wake you up in a better way,” he pleads, and then adds with a slight crack in his voice, “Need you now.”

His blatant neediness causes arousal to soar through your veins. You find yourself giving in within seconds and Yeosang wastes no time spinning you around and reeling you in for a kiss. His lips are soft against yours and carry the faint taste of maple syrup, one hand resting on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You’re instantly reduced into putty in his arms, not putting up a fight when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip. Yeosang is kissing you with such passion that steals all air from your lungs, rendering you breathless and wet.

As you let him set the pace, he walks you back against the kitchen island. A squeak escapes your mouth when he hauls you on the counter, but your sounds are swallowed up by his own groans. You wrap your legs around his waist as your actions grow more heated. by the time you pull away, you’re both gasping for air.

“You look like a wreck,” Yeosang laughs under his breath as he eyes you from head to toe, albeit he’s not in a better state. His hair is disheveled from the way you’ve been tugging on them and blush has spread over his cheeks and neck. His lips are so red that it could be mistaken as lip gloss. Before you can counter his remark, he gently untangles your legs and pulls you closer so that you’re sitting at the edge of the counter. 

“I’m hungry,” he drawls, making you roll your eyes.

“You made pancakes for yourself while I was sleeping.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Sure, say that to your lips that taste like maple syrup.”

“Crap, I’m busted.” Yeosang smiles at you sheepishly. “You’re not mad at me for not leaving some for you, right?”

“You can make it up to me,” you suggest. Luckily, he takes the hint. 

He rids you of your pants and underwear as quickly as possible. The exposure of your bare cunt to the air has you whimpering, and your hands scramble to grip something for support. “Yeosang, please,” you urge. 

He hums in response before throwing your legs over his shoulders and presses a kiss on your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you want him the most. You know he only has sweet intentions with that peck, but it’s too early to be doing this and you’re feeling hot and bothered and sensitive. A whine is stuck in the back of your throat, but then he makes direct contact and you’re done for. 

Yeosang isn’t in a rush to get you off, but he isn’t teasing you either. His tongue laps the juices sticking to your folds, and then prods at your entrance. The simple action has your thoughts disorganized and heart pumping, and your hands quickly find his hair again. He sends you into a deeper frenzy as he groans against you, the vibrations making you spasm. 

Eventually, he spreads your folds apart with his fingers before latching his mouth onto your clit, sucking and moaning all at the same time. The pleasure is too much yet not enough, and you tug him closer against you. Your cries grow louder in volume as he continues to bring you to the edge. Thank God you don’t have a roommate because you’re pretty sure you would’ve woken them up at this point. 

“Let go for me, babe.” Yeosang’s voice is muffled, but you catch each and every syllable. For the first time this morning, he puts his fingers to use and slides two inside of you with ease, scissoring them and curling in all the right angles. A high-pitched moan leaves you when he continuously rams against your sweet spot, and that’s all it takes to have you unraveling. 

Yeosang gently lowers your legs once you’re done. You’re still in a daze from your orgasm and your vision is foggy, but once you sport the shine splattered across his lips and chin, you suddenly see perfectly. “God, you look fucked.”

“Thanks for the meal and that commentary I didn’t ask for,” Yeosang mocks. Nonetheless, he grabs one of the clean washcloths to wipe himself off before pecking your nose. “Now, about that coffee you wanted?”

#one of the softest smut i ever threw out and the first that includes an attempt of humor :') #ateez smut #atz smut #yeosang smut #kang yeosang smut #ateez dark hours #ateez hard hours #luvsmut

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snap

pairing: yunho x genderneutral!reader genre + tags: smut | handcuffs wc: 676

Yunho has always been good at self-control. He’s mastered it to the point where it sickens you. That being said, it should be considered a feat that you managed to push his buttons. 

It’s not.

“Babe.” Yunho repeats for the nth time, patience running low. “Uncuff me. Now.” He lets the handcuffs rattle against the bedpost aggressively in hopes of making you see reason but fails. 

“No. I can make you feel good. I’m going to make you feel good.” Your determination should be commendable but really, it’s rather pathetic seeing you on top of him, struggling to push his length inside you.

Yunho sends you a death glare before his head falls back against the pillows, breath labored while your desperate whines reverberate across the room. He’s been stiff beneath you ever since you managed to trick him into this position, unwilling to move his legs or buck his hips against your movements. The only effort he has made to stop your ministrations is with verbal commands that grow more strained the longer the game goes on. 

However, he’s also just human. He has a breaking point too.

“(y/n),” He tries again, voice cold and raspy and nothing but a confirmation that this is the final strike before you're seriously fucked. “Stop this nonsense right now.”

“No.” You grip his leaking dick at the base with one hand while the other swirls precum all over the tip, forcing a groan out of him before trying to slide him into you. A cry leaves you when you don’t get farther past an inch, the stretch too much for you to handle. Fuck Yunho and his big cock that he hasn’t put to use for what feels like months because he’s subjected himself to a weird sex purgatory ever since he bent you over the desk the last time.

Moans turn into sobs the longer you try to force him in you. You’ve grown beyond desperate at this point, already starting to bounce on the very little part of him that fills you. You reach down to the base of his shaft once more, stroking and fondling his balls very lightly that makes him weak in his knees. 

A layer of sweat has formed on Yunho’s forehead. By this point, his legs are straining to keep still and his hands are balled into fists so tightly that his veins pop out. He’s still trying to keep himself grounded after all these ours of pure torture, and it’s that one particular high-pitched moan of his name that makes him break all his morals. 

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” he warns, eyes hungry as he gives you a once-over.

You don’t buy it. “that’s what you always say.”

The way the tables have turned is so sudden that you don’t register it immediately. In the blink of an eye, Yunho breaks the cuffs, flips you beneath him and single-handedly thrusts into you hard and with ease. It’s so sudden and without warning that he has you choking on your own spit, unable to form a coherent thought. 

Yunho is ruthless as he fucks you hard and fast, making sure to fill you up to the hilt with every thrust. A part of him wants to coo at you writhing and pliant underneath him, but the lustful side of him has taken over and wants to see you shake and cry more. 

Your eyes roll back from the intensity of his movements. It’s too much but somehow not enough as you sense your release approaching. You’re about to slither a hand between your bodies, but before you’ve made it downwards, Yunho forces both of your wrists above your head and keeps them in check with a vice grip. His eyes are set ablaze with purehearted hunger and authority that it almost suffices to make you cum right there on the spot.

“You come untouched or not at all. You wanted me at my worst, and that’s what you’ll get.”

#ateez smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #genderneutral!reader #did i really write s** p*rgatory i cannot w myself istg- #luvsmut

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attention

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | spanking, fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation wc: 1.7k

“Care to explain what you’re doing?”

Hongjoong has witnessed many questionable first sights once he gets back to the dorms from the studio — too many to count, to be completely honest — but this is a first. This being you sitting on the couch with both legs thrown over Yunho’s lap who isn’t keeping his hands to himself. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing that ridiculously short skirt that doesn’t even cover a quarter of your thighs, and it certainly doesn’t help that you’re blatantly encouraging him to feel up your legs as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Your eyes light up once you notice your boyfriend. “Hongjoong! C’mere, I sha—“

“You know what? I don’t wanna hear it,” he deadpans and immediately makes a beeline towards his room. “Give me ten. I’ll drive you home,” he says in passing and before you can retaliate, the door slams shut. You frown.

“Did he have a bad day or something?” you mumble under your breath. 

“He’s probably frustrated that a track didn’t come out right,” Yunho sighs. “Happens all the time, but by morning he’s calmed down. It looks like he’s more pissed than usual, though. Why don’t you check up on him? Then you’ll also stop pestering me about your shaved legs.”

You scoff at him and land a playful punch on his shoulder. “I needed to show someone. You just happened to be the closest victim. Besides, who can resist soft legs?!” To prove your point, you shove one leg right under his nose, but all Yunho does is roll his eyes and push it back down. 

“Whatever. Now get off me.”

Sending him one last glare, you finally peel yourself off him and scramble to Hongjoong’s room. When you enter, he’s exchanged the shirt he was wearing before with a different one, the old shirt carelessly thrown on the bed. He cocks a brow at you, then proceeds to ignore you. 

It’s one thing being stressed from work, but it’s a completely different matter to be an asshole. Not wanting to deal with his attitude any longer, you grab him by the shoulder and force him to look at you. 

“What’s wrong with you? Is it because of work or something else?“

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home,” is all Hongjoong spits out before he pulls your hand away from his shoulder and attempts to drag you out of his room.

You only budge a little, but it’s enough to show that you’re not on the same page as him. “What? I came here all the way to see you, and I’m not letting you kick me out when you’re this aggravated.”

“Well, guess what? I don’t care. Now let me drive you home while I can still control my anger.” His voice drops, but the warning edge bleeds through.

You narrow your eyes and give him a once-over before you get the big picture. Your jaw almost drops open at the realization, because Hongjoong? Jealous? Impossible. You’re about to tell him off and clear the misunderstanding immediately until a different thought hogs your mind. 

It’s probably a bad idea — hell, you’re playing with fire given his current state fueled by envy, it’s way more than a bad fucking idea — but you could have some fun with this. A challenging smile forms on your lips.

“Why wait ‘til you get me home when you could show me my place now?”

Hongjoong looks at you as if you’ve completely lost it. He swallows heavily once he realizes that you’re dead serious, and then his demeanor darkens. “You’re impossible,” he growls before dropping himself on the bed and manhandling you across his lap. It all happens in a flash, and it isn’t until after that you register him restraining your wrists behind your back with one of his shirts. You try to wiggle away from him, but he keeps you pinned on your stomach.

A hand flips your skirt up and strokes over the swell of your ass. “This is for letting Yunho grope you.” The harsh slap bounces through the room as well as the broken cry that leaves you, followed by pleas to not do it again. However, hongjoong ignores you. He does it again, and you lurch forward from the brute strength. “And this is for pissing me off.”

Hongjoong works quickly and yanks the skirt off you along with your underwear before kneading one of your cheeks. Upon that, a moan threatens to leave you. “You get ten more spanks for good measure,” he says, his free hand reaching up to tug on your hair. “And count for me, would you? Unless you want to prolong this punishment. But that would mean a higher chance of the others finding out. The walls aren’t soundproof and the door is open after all.”

The door is what now—

Your blood runs cold. Panic hogs your mind as your eyes flit to the door and indeed, the door is slightly open. You gulp, horrified at the thought that someone might’ve heard how Hongjoong spanked you just now, might’ve heard how you actually liked the treatment. 

Your mouth feels dry and you’re pretty sure you’re going to lose your voice for good. Yet nonetheless, you still manage to croak out, “If I beg, will you at least lock the door?” 

Although you can’t see him, you know that he’s made up his mind already and is just entertaining your idea. The words hang heavily in the air and after a while, he answers. “No. You were so eager to let Yunho touch you, so who cares if anyone else sees you like this? Bet you’d want the others to touch you anyway. Should I? Should I call the others and let them watch you get spanked? Let them take turns and touch you like this too?”

It shouldn’t, absolutely should not have crossed your mind, but the damage has been done. The image of the other seven members present in the bedroom, drinking in the view of you sprawled across Hongjoong’s lap and taking turns punishing you is burned into your skull. Perhaps, Seonghwa and Yunho would be the nicest ones, delivering clean hits that make you cry out of pleasure. San and Wooyoung, on the other hand, would be the devil’s little shits and take their time teasing you, running their hands up your thighs first and driving you into hypersensitivity. You wouldn’t even put it past Hongjoong to let them spread your folds apart, toy with your clit, and tease your entrance until you’re leaking and hopelessly clenching around nothing before striking a hit on your cunt.

Add Yeosang’s sadistic streak and Jongho’s brute strength to that and—

“You’re dripping and staining my pants after just a little dirty talk? Oh my, perhaps I should let the others see,“ Hongjoong muses, running a stripe up your pussy to prove his point. The direct contact has you downright trembling in shame.

“D-don’t... please...” you whimper, fumbling around once again but to no avail. Hongjoong resumes his ministrations, speeding up his fingers when your voice grows louder and then finally gives you a sharp spank on your ass that has you choking on air. 

“Count,” he reminds sweetly, his voice the polar opposite of his actions. 

His fingertips ghost over the insides of your thighs, and you know his patience is running thin. “One,” you wrench out, and you can pretty much hear the smile in his voice. 

“Well done. Keep up with me.”

And so the cycle repeats. He teases your slit, forcing you to hypersensitivity before he hits. You’re trembling throughout the entire ordeal, and one too many times did you almost lose control of your voice. By the fifth spank, you are twitching uncontrollably, pussy aching from clenching around nothing. Hongjoong makes you painfully aware of the mess you’re making on his pants and your ass feels sore all over. However, you still manage to withstand the punishment and by the end of it, you are drained. 

Seems like you’re not the only one who’s beat. “I’m starting to get thirsty. I need a drink,” Hongjoong mumbles, but you still catch every word despite the buzz in your ears. “I’ll go grab something in the kitchen. It won’t take long. You okay staying here by yourself?” You nod dazedly, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before he lays you down on your back and presses a kiss on your forehead. The shirt is still restraining your wrists behind your back, but you don’t mind the pain. 

You expect him to get up, but instead, he suddenly restrains your ankles against the bedposts, forcing your legs apart. In an instant, your eyes shoot up to him in disbelief. “W-what...?”

“After everything you did, I believe you still need to bear your shame.” His eyes stop and stare at your exposed pussy for a while longer, and then he dips a finger down to press on your clit. The cry that leaves you is beyond filthy and loud, and you can only pray that nobody else has heard it. “Look at you, making a mess out of yourself. What would the others think if they happened to pass by this room and see inside? Would they take pity on you or watch in glee?”

You can only watch in silent horror as he gets up and swings the door wide open. It’s almost like your heart is about to break your rib cage, adrenaline is rushing through your veins, and the only thing you can channel your energy into is the fear that someone might see you. If it’s Seonghwa or Jongho, it might end better than if it were Yeosang or Wooyoung finding you first. you can already picture it if it were one of the latter; they’d either let everybody know about your pathetic position or even worse, string you around like a doll and take pictures and—

It’s Hongjoong who breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Let’s hope nobody will come in, hm?”

[ members’ reactions to walking in on you here and here ]

#uh idk what on earth this is supposed to be no cap #ateez smut #atz smut #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #luvsmut

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eyes on me

pairing: seonghwa x hongjoong x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | exhibitionism, semi-public sex, toys, edging wc: 781

The first thing Seonghwa does once the choreographer ends the dance practice session for today is make a beeline for you. Out of his periphery, he sees someone offer him a water bottle, but he’s too pissed at you to care about his lack of hydration.

You’re sitting against the wall and downing your water in one go when he drops himself beside you. “You think I’ll let you off the hook when you were blatantly eye-fucking me just now?” That’s just the tip of the iceberg of what else he wants to say; you made a lot of mistakes much to everyone’s surprise, tripped over your own feet several times, looked at his direction with a face that silently screamed please fuck me right here right now. 

Breath hitching, you almost crush the empty water bottle in your hand. You’re about to shuffle away from him when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him, his hot breath fanning your ear.

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here. I don’t care how many people are watching,” he warns, voice dark and raspy that has your underwear drenched. You swallow thickly, hoping that no one on the way out has overheard him. “And for the record, I’m fully aware of that vibrator in your pussy. You really wanted everyone to know how horny you are, just because I haven’t fucked you since last week. Are you so desperate for cock, so desperate for attention?”

Your eyes widen at the confession. “Wait, let me explain—!” The ending of the sentence is stuck in your throat when the vibrator springs back to life and you suddenly topple over him, landing headfirst on his lap. Seonghwa looks down at your convulsing form in confusion, and then he hears it. He has to strain his ears to catch the vibrations beneath your quiet cries, but there’s no doubt that he’s not imagining it.

“Where’s the remote?” he asks. He feels like he’s missing something crucial, but the way you clamp your mouth shut and become visibly needier by the second has his dick twitching in interest.

“The remote’s right here.”

Both your and his head shoot upwards only to be met with Hongjoong standing nonchalantly in front of you, phone in his hand. He has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and before Seonghwa can demand to know what the fuck is going on, he swipes something on his screen. In an instant, the vibrations grow more distinct and you whine louder, clamping your trembling thighs together.

Oh.

Seonghwa shares a look with Hongjoong once more before they come to a silent consensus. The next thing you register is a hand running down your spine until it reaches the small of your back. Realizing what Seonghwa is trying to accomplish, you attempt to squirm out of his grip, but then Hongjoong amps the vibrator up a notch and you slump back into the other’s lap.

“Let me see how dirty Hongjoong made you,” Seonghwa muses. He strokes the band of your shorts before tugging them down along with your underwear in one swift motion. You cringe at how your voice cracks the moment your dripping cunt is exposed to the cool air and two sets of hungry eyes. However, it doesn’t overpower your need to get off. 

“N-no, don’t—! Hnngh, n-no more teasing, please—” you absolutely lose any ounce of dignity you have left in you when Seonghwa traces your folds with one hand, the other hand holding you down on his lap. His touch is gentle, but with the way Hongjoong has reduced you to a ridiculously horny mess in front of everyone for the past hour, you’re about to break at any touch. 

Seonghwa seems to take pity on you and pulls the raging vibrator out of you. You let out a relieved sigh and are about to thank him, probably also kiss his feet if you could, but then he nudges the toy against your clit. A loud cry leaves you and you thrash in his hold once more, but he doesn’t budge. The two seem to love watching you like this. Desperate. Weak. Submissive. 

With the vibrator still latched on your nerves, Seonghwa flips you on your back while Hongjoong crouches down to spread your legs apart, giving him a full view on your walls clenching around nothing like crazy. The sensation of it all hurts so bad that you just want to come in an instant. But before that can happen, Seonghwa pulls away and chuckles maliciously. 

“Oh no, you’re not coming just yet. Playtime has just started.”

#i tried to switch up my writing a bit i think that backfired #ateez smut #atz smut #seonghwa smut #hongjoong smut #park seonghwa smut #kim hongjoong smut #luvsmut

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talk back

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | brat!reader, gags, overstimulation wc: 891

Wooyoung watches your every move like a predator as he’s eating you out with such fervor that has your head spinning. Albeit he’s snagged two orgasms out of you under his belt tonight, he’s eager to make you fall apart from his tongue a third time. Not even once has he taken his mouth away to take a breather since he started, and it’s quickly taking a toll on you.

You muster up all the strength in your arms to make him stop, but don’t actually make the effort to push him away, just thread your fingers through his hair. Every part of your body is trembling in oversensitivity even though the only thing he has abused over and over so far is your drenched cunt. Tears are threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes when he flicks your clit with his tongue, which has you choking on your words. “S-stop, Wooyoung—!”

“I call the shots here, not you.” Fucking finally, for the first time this night, he lifts his head up, cum dripping from his lips. You whimper at the sight, feeling your walls clench around thin air. “And what did you just call me?”

God knows what overcame you, but the words seem to slip out of your mouth on their own once you recollect your breath. “I can call you whatever I want.”

Wooyoung doesn’t seem to have any of it and it shows. It shows in the way he cocks a brow, shows in the way his eyes dilate and his voice turn into a growl. “I dare you to say it again.”

“You heard what i said the first time around, Wooyoungie.”

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

“Try me.” Yeah, no. Wooyoung definitely isn’t having any of it.

Before you can fully register what just went down the past few minutes, he’s suddenly towering over you, hands planted next to each side of your face and breath hot against your lips. “Do you really think you are in the position to play tough? Do you really think your actions won’t bear consequences? The way I see it, it’s like you want me to give you harder punishment.” He doesn’t miss how your breath hitches at the thought. “My dumb little brat wants to be punished that badly, eh?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply. Instead, his arm reaches out to the nightstand, and you can’t bring up the energy to move your head and see what he’s planning to do. There’s a bit of shuffling for a while until a vicious smirk makes its way on Wooyoung’s lips. You would cower in fear if you had the energy to do so and less of the anticipation of being victimized to a rougher punishment.

The ball gag in his hand is intimidating to say the least, but your brain’s too clouded in lust to give a fuck about it. Wooyoung scoffs at your reaction and lets out a comment along the lines of “kinky painslut” before he leans down. 

“Do you have anything else to say?” His eyes soften up, and you immediately get the implication of it. You shake your head, and Wooyoung pecks you quickly on the lips before coldness replaces any last traces of sympathy on his face. “Not even an apology? Guess you’re going to learn the hard way,” he says with finality.

Not even a second after the gag rests in your mouth and hindering you from swallowing properly, Wooyoung flips you on your stomach and spreads your legs apart before propping your hips, so that your knees are holding you up. He gives you what feels like three seconds to adjust to the new position, and then you let out a strangled sound when you feel something wet on your clit. 

Wooyoung is even more ruthless in his actions than before, and the new angle has your hands thrashing around to clutch on to anything. His tongue is working magic, lapping at your pussy while he doesn’t make any attempt to dampen the filthy sounds coming out of his throat. The loud slurps and exaggerated moans ring in your ears and drown out your own muffled cries and incoherent babbles.

You’re a goner when Wooyoung puts his fingers into action, thrusting in a ruthless pace and curling up in all the right angles. The combination of his fingers knuckles-deep in your cunt and lips on your clit is the final straw to send you over the edge. He doesn’t stop as you spurt all over, only pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, eager to catch every single drop of you. 

It’s when you’re all spent that he stops. Relief washes over you as you finally get the breather you’ve been craving for, but it doesn’t last long. 

Your rapid heartbeat is the only thing pounding your ears, but that quickly gets disrupted when you hear the sound of a zipper. You flinch, and a choked sound leaves you when you feel something nudging on your beyond oversensitive nub. Another broken sob flies past the gag, and tears are threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes when you feel Wooyoung’s throbbing cock prodding at your entrance. 

“This is for talking back. You better cry for me and show how sorry you are, brat.”

#ya gorl is back after xx days of smut silence #ateez smut #atz smut #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #luvsmut

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Can you maybe,,,, please,,, do more reactions of the other members walking in? cause the ones with Seonghwa and Yeosang were super hot

perhaps i did more damage than intended oopsie but anyways for anyone wondering:

seonghwa and yeosang's reactions / the fic that started it all

warning: potential dubious consent (they walk in on you and join in on the fun; consent is implied but not verbally stated)

the first thing yunho would do if he's the first one to find you is figuratively break his skull. "i did not mean this when i said you should go check up on him," he'd say and would immediately get out to let you continue your kinky play but you beg him to stay and ask him to untie you first. still wary, he'd still do it though and as he undoes the first knot at your ankle he can't stop himself from looking up at you and your bare cunt and all the slick that's staining the sheets and of course you notice it and tell him not to look but the devil's got the worst out of him and yunho just keeps on looking and gradually forgets that he has a job to do and before he knows it hongjoong is back and gives him the greenlight to touch you and yunho nearly whimpers when you writhe after one single touch on your clit.

poor mingi doesn't know what he was thrown into when hongjoong asked him to take a picture of some record in his room, so when the first thing he saw was you restricted on the bed, he can't even bring out an apology as to why he's even there in the first place. it quickly turns out to hongjoong wanting him to send him a picture of you and mingi feels so, so bad when he flashes his phone camera on you and is ready to leave to take care of his problem when hongjoong suddenly says the picture isn't good enough and he wants you to look more wrecked. mingi isn't dumb so he knows exactly where this is going and oh- fuck a photo, mingi is making am entire video of you as he fingers you and you can't even defend yourself, babbles leaving your mouth on repeat.

if san is the first one to come in... that's your biggest nightmare and hongjoong's best guess. he'd be shocked, but wouldn't leave the room because he's looking for hongjoong and he's going to come around sooner or later, right? to make it less unbearable, he starts asking questions like "isn't that position uncomfortable?" or "how long have you been lying like this?" to the point where it escalates into him giving a detailed commentary about how fucked you look right now ("there's something shiny on your mouth- wait, did you fucking drool?" "did you even come at all? you're dirtying the sheets...") he knows he hit the nail right on the head with the last question by the way you whimper, and before you know it he's making you an offer and the first thing hongjoong sees then is sans face buried between your thighs as you sob at the sensations and you're no longer bothering to level your voice so everyone hears the commotion and-

wooyoung would start out as helpful but turn to be a little shit along the way. he's startled at the sight, sure, because who wouldn't be? he doesn't know if this is supposed to be hongjoong's twisted definition of a punishment or not but one thing he can tell is that you haven't come once and you're aching and wooyoung knows how much that sucks so he's trying to make your suffering a little more bearable. there's no way he's untying you because he's scared that hongjoong could tell that someone tampered with the restraints. what he does instead is slot one of his thighs bewteen your legs and lets your hump on his thigh aa good as it can get. it certainly doesn't help that you're at the verge of sobbing as you grind on the rough material of his jeans and just as you're about to come, something wicked chruns in wooyoung and he holds you by your hips, ceasing any of your movements. you're about to cry and complain but that's when hongjoong comes in-

contrary to your expectations, the first thing jongho would do is fucking laugh. not in the "is this some kind of joke?" way but in the "i can't believe this is what hongjoong does to you this is peak entertainment" one. and then, he'd force you to explain yourself and you retell the past events with a shaky voice as he comes closer and rest at the foot of the bed, which also happens to give the best view on your bare pussy. there's a smile plastered on his face the entire time and by then end of the story he's chuckling with darker intentions. he'd say after a long pause, "because you couldn't be a little more patient you're getting spanked like a little child?" that's when you realize that jongho isn't laughing delight anymore and you just quickly tell him to please undo the restraints and luckily, he does so. you think it's the end and the worst thing that'll come out is him teasing you until he suddenly flips you around and lands a smack on your ass that has you choking on your breath. "did you really think I'd help you out for free?" and oh- that's not what hongjoong expected to see first thing when he comes in but he's not complaining.

#i didnt proofread this okay #hardhours #do i tag this w the my work tag??? #anonymous #answered #ateez smut #bc i crave validation plsjdjsjs #luvsmut

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not the kindest

pairing: san x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | fingering, orgasm denial wc: 726

Sheer glee swells in San as he gives you a once-over, clearly proud of his doings. Cockiness is stamped all over his features when he catches you staring daggers at him, all the whilst you’re on your knees with both hands tied behind your back. There’s something about your absolute denial that makes his dick stir.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?” he coos, but the demeaning undertone is hard to miss. One hand creeps up your thigh and your body jolts when his thumb delicately flicks your clit, another finger just ghosting over your dripping cunt. 

“Yes.” You drop your head in defeat, voice strained and small as the word leaves your mouth. Wanting to hold onto the last threads of pride, you fight the urge to rut on his hand like a bitch in heat. That’s easier said than done though, since he’s been teasing you with the filthiest words under the sun and his fucking hands for what feels like hours.

“Yes what?” San probes, and you can practically hear the shit-eating grin that has taken over his lips.

“Yes... p-plea—” All air gets knocked out of your lungs when he suddenly spreads your folds apart and traces up your slit, all the way until he mindlessly rubs your bundle of nerves, “—please, for fuck’s sake— hnngh—!” Your resolution is long forgotten as you absolutely lose it and lurch forward against his shoulder when he roughly thrusts his finger in you. The grin etched on his face seems to grow wider and wider. 

“Ah, you broke down after only twenty minutes,” he drawls, smirking when the sounds you make grow louder and lewder. “And here I thought you wanted to keep your word. Didn’t you say the last time that you could last at least an hour before losing to me, hm? You’re so pitiful, baby.”

Wincing at his rough words, you bury your head even deeper into his shirt as you shamefully grind on his fingers. Eventually, he adds a second finger and stretches you out with scissoring motions. All vulgarities fly past your lips uncontrollably, your walls clenching around him like a vice. San swallows a groan at how tight you feel around him, almost to the point where he’d be concerned that you’ll crush his fingers if he weren’t so affected by your reactions. He picks up the pace once more, which has your brain malfunctioning for good.

You’re so far gone that you don’t register him calling out to you until he tilts your chin up with his free hand, reeling you back to reality. Just one look at him has you nearly coming on the spot. His eyes are predatory and dark, voice laced with wicked amusement when he runs a thumb across your bottom lip. “You’re even drooling. Can’t believe you look fucked out with just my fingers.”

Heat rises up your cheeks in embarrassment because how the fuck did you not notice, and before you can swallow the rest of your spit that’s threatening to spill past the corner of your mouth, it’s that one particular thrust that San manages against your nerves that has your jaw slack. He’s quick to take the opportunity to shove three fingers into your mouth, shivering at the vibrations when you moan around him. At this point, your system has shut down and you’re thrown headfirst over the edge. Almost. 

San pulls out with a menacing grin before you know it, resulting in your throbbing cunt pathetically clenching around thin air. Sou stare at him in disbelief, yet before you can complain, he shoves his fingers in your mouth a little further, making you choke. Your eyes brim with tears, and it’s downright degrading that he’s looking down at you smugly, knowing fully well that he has absolute control over you and can do whatever the fuck he pleases. It’s so fucking humiliating that he has you dancing around like his personal litle puppet, knowing fully well that even with your initial rebuttals, he always gets what he wants in the end. 

You love it.

“You really thought I’d let you come like this? Tough luck, baby,” he beams, a stark contrast to the malice painted on his face. “Because I want to see you cry and beg before I let you come.”

#ateez smut #choi san smut #san smut #do you see the pattern i like belittling doms lmao #atz smut #luvsmut

[luvteez]

it's gotta be seonghwa and yeosang. i wanna be obliterated

other members’ reactions | the fic that started it all

warning: potential dubious consent (they walk in on you and join in on the fun; consent is implied but not verbally stated)

if seonghwa is the first one to enter he'd be at a loss of words and then when it finally clicks and he realizes that oh, you're really tied to the bed as if on display, he's gonna apologize and try to get out of the room asap before his boner can get any worse. but you're so orgasm deprived and the only thing you care about it coming so you beg him to stay and touch you and once you finally convince him he's gonna tease you and will force you to admit what you did to piss hongjoong off and will edge you and continue to edge you as soon as hongjoong comes and then they'll consider getting the entire group flocking to the room-

if yeosang is the first to enter, however, then oh boy. unphased by your current condition, he'd actually start a conversation and ask you what on earth you did to end up like this. you tell him the entire story and just thinking about the past events makes you grow wet again and it just happens to be at the part where you say that you even stained hongjoong's pants when yeosang takes a closer look at you and comments, "you also stained the sheets." and then proceeds to take a picture and threatens to send it to hongjoong in an airy tone and you just stop functioning and start begging him not to do it and instead eat you out or something AND yeosang being the sadist he is records the entire audio and then hongjoong comes in and yeosang shows it to him before he eats you out and just messy-

#i got carried away #oops #answered #anonymous #hardhours #luvsmut