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mingwrites · 2 months

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I’m not sure if you have done this but can you do something about how ateez will feel after a concert or especially Coachella, all h.rny and all js being very dominant? (I love your work btw, I think it’s very true to them)

hello there, first of all thank u so much for the compliment thats so sweet 🥺 and second i really hope u enjoy~!

ateez after a concert

seonghwa ~ it was a hot night, as evident by the sweat stains soaking through seonghwa's low-cut tank. backstage, he dashed around the room, panting as he repeated, "where's my y/n? where's my y/n?" you didn't even care that he looked insane. you ran to him and he scooped you up in a big hug, lifting you off your feet. "you guys were so good," you cheered, holding the tired, sweaty man as close as possible. seonghwa set you down but held both of your hands in his. “thanks, baby,” he smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss you. you pecked him on the lips, about to pull away when you felt his hand comb through your hair, pulling your lips closer to his. your stomach filled with butterflies at seonghwa’s command and you happily submitted to him, leaning into his touch. his lips searched desperately for an entrance into yours, and you obliged him, parting your lips as his tongue came flooding into your mouth. with a mind of their own, your legs backed you up against the wall and seonghwa followed closely. his hips crashed into yours when you collided with the wall, causing both of you to moan at the sudden pressure. you laughed into the kiss and seonghwa finally pulled away to look at you. “what’s gotten into you?” you asked. seonghwa was breathing hard and stared at you with heavy eyelids. “i just…really need you.” a ping of arousal shot between your legs and you responded, "let's get out of here."

hongjoong ~ his ride raced across the city, headed for his hotel. unfortunately for both of you, the 15-minute ride was just a little too long. you sat impatiently in the back seat beside your lover, his hand on your thigh. you held his hand tight as your legs subconsciously squeezed together, relieving a little bit of the heat in your clit. hongjoong's tongue was exploring your mouth, meanwhile your free hand crept its way toward his lap. he moaned lewdly when you landed on his hard dick, a raw, vulnerable quality in his voice as if he hadn't been touched in ages. "that's it, darling," he whispered, "go on, touch." you glanced to make sure the driver wasn't snooping before undoing hongjoong's pants and wrapping your hand around his bare skin. "good girl," he sighed, his head falling back on the headrest. he fit snugly in your hand, the feeling of his veins and sight of his red, leaking head causing your legs to tingle. you pumped him just a few times before the car came to a stop. “we’re here, mr. kim."

yunho ~ practically running through the revolving hotel door, you giggled along with your boyfriend as you held tight his large hand. you headed straight for the elevator, the wetness pooling between your legs in preparation for the night ahead. yunho pressed a button and the elevator doors closed. then he immediately turned to you and pressed you against the wall, his hand finding your jaw and pulling you to him as his lips made a mess of yours. you moaned when his hand trailed down to your chest, grabbing a handful of squishy flesh and massaging your taut nipple. then his hand drifted lower, sneaking past the waistband of your pants and underwear, where he found your soaked and swollen sex. he smirked into his kiss as he dipped his finger inside, coating it in your arousal before rubbing a few tentative circles on your clit. you swore your legs almost gave out at the sensation. he made you moan a few times before sliding back inside, now hooking his fingers into your sweet spot and stroking it gently. the elevator made a ding and yunho pulled away from the kiss. he looked down at you and said, "i'm gonna make this pussy all mine."

yeosang ~ you collapsed onto the hotel mattress and yeosang wasted no time before reaching for your zipper. he freed you of your bottoms, the cool air hitting your already messy pussy. then he kneeled on the floor, pulling you toward the edge of the bed so your pussy was right in front of his face. "i love you," he said, not giving you a second to respond before taking the breath right out of you. his warm, soft tongue licked a slow stripe from your sopping entrance to the tip of your clit, causing your legs to instinctively close around his head. he groaned at the feeling of your thighs against his warm cheeks then gently pushed them back toward the mattress. you ran a hand through his hair, messy and a little damp with sweat from performing. he continued rubbing his tongue against your clit, switching every so often between quick flicking motions and long, sucking kisses. it was the sucking, along with the deep sounds of satisfaction yeosang made that got you off so damn quickly. your legs closed again, and this time he let them, sticking his tongue out for you to grind against as you rode the waves of orgasm. when you finally looked down at his gorgeous face between your legs, he said, "i was waiting all night to do that."

sannie ~ "go ahead, pretty girl," he said, one hand around his massively hard dick and the other in your hair, "suck it." you obediently opened wide, sticking your tongue out just to drive san crazy. saliva dripped down your tongue which made san moan, his hand guiding his dick to your lips. "so hungry for me, aren't you, babe?" you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and moaned in response to his question. san's head rolled back and he let out a deep groan, his hips twitching a little at the feeling of your warm, tight mouth. with his hand on the back of your head, he gently urged you down the length of his dick, an action you didn't resist. you leaned all the way in until he poked at the back of your throat, when he let out a satisfied moan, then you went a little further. "that's a good girl," he praised, his hips beginning to move on their own, fucking your mouth slowly. you continued to suck on him dutifully, stroking him with a flat tongue and letting him use you how he wanted.

mingi ~ you lied on your belly with your ass up in the air, your pussy an empty hole just waiting to be filled. mingi got positioned behind you, his hands around your waist and his huge dick standing tall just inches from where you needed it. he was inches from where he needed to be, too, both of you throbbing and dripping with desire. you swore you could have cried when the head of his dick finally penetrated you, and you almost did when his girth stretched you fully, his veiny skin pressing against your sweet spot. you moaned in harmony as mingi bottomed out, his hands pulling your ass flush with his belly. you could feel him bulging through your stomach, but couldn't bask in the feeling for long as mingi's hips began to move rapidly, his dick pounding into you again and again, always hitting your sweet spot. you shoved your face into the mattress, your hands gripping fistfuls of bedsheets, as you were fucked into oblivion. you couldn't hold back the lewd sounds you made, bordering on screams and sobs, while mingi let out deep-voiced growls behind you. "love your sweet little pussy," he said, staring down at where he disappeared inside you. "all mine."

wooyoung ~ he rolled over on his back, groaning out of impatience during the few moments he wasn't inside you. you hurried along, repositioning his dick at your entrance and slowly sliding down. you sat on his pelvis, his dick throbbing inside you, but didn't move yet, instead taking the time to lean back and circle your clit with your finger. wooyoung quickly pulled your hand away, hissing at you, "don't tease me. and let me rub this." you giggled at his temper but obeyed his demands, letting his thumb pick up rubbing messy circles into your clit, and rolling your hips backward, forward. wooyoung quickly became a symphony of sounds, moaning when you bounced on his dick and whining when you slowed down. his thumb kept up its diligent work on your clit, each circle and swipe drawing you closer to the edge. wooyoung was panting, his eyes fluttering shut as he focused in on the pleasure. he said to you in a breathy voice, "gonna make you cum all over me. my sweet y/n."

jongho ~ he had you on your back, his large, muscular body forcing your legs apart. you moaned like a helpless animal as his thick length pummeled you, filling you up over and over. his powerful arms were on either side of your head, his fingers interlocked with yours. you whined as he fucked you, "please, jongho, don't stop... it feels so good..." he laughed breathily at your needy tone, speaking in your ear, "it's okay, sweetheart... i won't stop." in response to your desperate plea, his hips began to move a little faster, still hitting that perfect spot inside you. soon after, you felt the familiar tight, tingly feeling in your tummy. "jong-! oh..." your muscles tensed repeatedly around him as you came, a few more thrusts into that tightness causing jongho to reach his high in time with you. he dropped his head in the crook of your shoulder and his hips slowed to a stop as you felt his warm seed paint your walls. he lifted his head only to kiss you - a sloppy, lazy kiss in between heavy breaths. he placed his index finger underneath your chin and lifted it so you could face him. then he whispered, "you're such a good girl."

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everyonewooeverywhere · 5 months

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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ mechanic!mingi x f!reader

synopsis ✭ when a random girl keeps shamelessly flirting with mingi, despite his many attempts to ward her off, he needs a knight dressed his own sweater and a black mini skirt to fend her off.

content/genre ✭ smut (18+ MDNI)

word count ✭ 2.5k

warnings ✭ smut, please MDNI (seriously), clothed sex (mostly), on top of his car (🫣), fingering, minor jealousy (from mc), spanking, despite the title there's really no dom/sub dynamic (just mc trying to protect her man)

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You noticed her immediately when you pulled your car into the shop. Of course you did, she was chatting it up with your boyfriend with a hand reaching out to grab his arm. He pulled back in obvious disinterest, but it irked you nonetheless that another woman was after your man. You knew him well enough to know that he’d definitely told her he had a girlfriend. Despite this, she certainly seemed to think that she was his type. With her grease-stained cargo pants and tight tank top you could tell she worked with cars just like him.

So what the fuck did she need here? You wondered to yourself.

You hadn’t yet gotten out of the car and continued to watch them from a distance when someone knocked on your window. Yunho grinned down at you from outside the car. You waved at him, slightly embarrassed that he’d caught you staring so intently at the sight in front of you. He gave you a friendly wave as you stepped out of the car.

When you got out of the car, you saw her give you a glance over and roll her eyes. Oh you were gonna fucking lose it. It was obvious from the way she had looked at you that she was judging your appearance, and you got the vibe that she would give you the same treatment that most other men you give you if you came to them with a car problem. Like you were some stupid little girl who would be easy to upsell. Did you know anything about cars, not really, but you had a sexy mechanic boyfriend to do that shit for you so what was the need?

“She’s been here every day this week,” Yunho informed you, clearly aware of your annoyance toward the woman giving bedroom eyes at Mingi, “claims something different is wrong every time she comes in, but when she gets here everything works fine. Then she never leaves. She’s luck it’s been a slow week, or he would have fully lost it by now”

You scoff quietly, “have you tried to ‘help’ her?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “but she always dodges my help and finds a way to drag him back over.”

Of course she does.

“Anyway, is anything wrong with your car?”

“Of course not,” you laugh, “but, if you wanna take a look, be my guest.”

Yes, you were fully aware of the irony of you and this woman having identical motives when pulling your cars into the shop, but at least you were always a welcome surprise who didn’t go around trying to sleep with other people’s boyfriends.

“Sure. I’ll look,” Yunho grabbed your keys from you. “Um, by the way, I can tell you he certainly wouldn’t mind if you went over and saved him. You know, assert your dominance.”

That line made you giggle. You brushed out your black mini skirt and checked your lip gloss in the side mirror of your car. Luckily, you were feeling incredibly cute today, in your possibly too short skirt and sweater that totally belonged to your boyfriend. The heels on your feet were a gift from him as well, and you always felt sexy hearing the sound they made when you walked. And that was the noise they made as you made your way over to them.

She saw you first. “I’m sorry, can we help you? Isn’t he helping you out?” She asked, clearly annoyed, pointing her finger at Yunho who was checking out your tires. Clearly trying to ward you off, and you got the idea that she knew exactly who you were.

Her acknowledgment of you though, made Mingi turn around. Finally seeing you for the first time since you’d stepped foot in his shop today. He was visibly relieved as he took a step toward you, “hey baby, I didn’t realize you were coming in today.”

He grinned when you placed a manicured hand on his chest. He wouldn’t bring it up now, but he fucking loved when your jealous side came out. And he knew that this specific touch’s purpose was to stake your claim.

“I missed you,” you sighed, stepping closer, “you’ve been so busy this week, and I haven’t seen you at all.”

His hands found your waist and pulled you all the way into him, “I know baby. I’m so sorry.” He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, “I've had a lot of customers waste my time this week, and I just can’t catch a break.”

You giggle as the girl next to you scoffs, “Wow Mingi, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so,” she eyed you up and down again but, before she can finish what was bound to be a wonderful insult, you cut her off.

“Oh so you knew he had a girlfriend and were still all over him like a bitch in heat.”

She laughed at you, "he doesn't mind. Right, Min? Sorry sweetheart, you're not as special as you might think. Maybe, he needs someone a little more real, not some plastic bitch who doesn't even know how to change her own tires."

Sensing that you were about to fully unleash yourself onto this fucking cunt, Mingi put a soothing hand on your shoulder and spoke sternly, “Get out.”

She gaped at him, “Wha-”

“You can fucking fix your car yourself, if there’s even anything wrong with it, but make sure you see Yunho on your way out. He’ll charge you before you leave.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious. You’ve wasted a lot of fucking time for me this week with your perfectly fine car. My time is precious, and since you wasted it, I'm gonna need you to pay up.”

He looked back over at your car, “Yunho, please deal with this.”

The other man’s shoulders slumped, clearly not keen on dealing with this woman, but he made no effort to argue. You made a mental note to bring him lunch next time you came in to make up for it.

Mingi grabbed the hand that’s still on his chest and leaned down to your ear, “come with me.”

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“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much baby,” he breathed into you neck as he placed kisses on it.

You smiled and placed a hand in his hair, gripping lightly onto his dark hair, “I’ve missed you, too.”

You were in the back of the shop, where Mingi kept his own car. You didn’t know the make or the model, but you knew it was a sexy car. And you were well acquainted with it. From it pulling up outside your apartment for the occasional lunch date. To late nights in the backseat when you both knew you couldn’t make it to a bed. And then to moments like these. Days in the shop where your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to see you all on display for him on top of the hood.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you, Min?” you pouted as his hands fiddled with the edge of your (his) sweater.

“Oh, y/n I can handle myself, baby, you don’t need to worry yourself with stuff like that.”

Sighing, you placed a hand on his cheek, “you know I just wanna help and be there for you. Will you at least tell me next time?”

“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up. I promise I’ll tell you next time. Ok?”

You nodded as you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, pulling him back down to your lips. His hands started wandering as the two of you explored each other’s mouths. He removed a hand that was tangled in your hair and caressed your neck. His mouth followed the hand, leaving plenty of dark spots all over your pretty neck.

When he reached for the hem of the sweater you were wearing, you grabbed at his hand, “I don’t wanna get naked in here.”

And you really didn’t. As much as you loved your boyfriend, getting fully undressed anywhere but the bedroom was a line you very rarely crossed. Especially in a place as unkempt and naturally messy as the shop he spends most of his days in. You were a woman of at least a little class, but keeping your clothes on didn’t mean that sex was off the table. Not at all, actually.

“Ok, love,” he moved his hands to fiddle with the edge of your skirt, “it’s a good thing you wore such a tiny skirt today then, right?”

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress your smile, “you can take my panties off if you really want to, though.” You said through a whisper.

He didn’t need any convincing because in the next moment he’d slipped your panties off your legs and put them in his pocket. His hands were under your skirt now. One gripping your waist and holding you in place. The other teasingly stroking your inner thigh.

“Mingi, please,” you begged breathily, desperately trying to shift closer to his hand, but the other one on your waist was completely preventing that.

He smirked at your desperation, “patience, baby. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

As a man of his word, his thumb brushed your clit, and you let out a whine when he pushed two fingers into you. He worked over your clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“Oh, Min–” you moaned and gripped his shoulders tight.

The hand from your waist moved to grab your throat as he leaned close to your ear, “God, baby, you moan so pretty for me. You’ll let me know when you’re close, yeah?”

You could barely get out a breath “yes” before he slid another finger into your already soaking cunt. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. Wrapping a leg around his back, you arched your back, trying every option to get as close to him as possible. You lost all control of your hips and ground yourself into his hand in sync with his own movements.

When you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, you whined, and your eyes fluttered shut, “I’m close! So close.”

“Let go for me baby. I got you.”

As you reached your climax, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” his lips reached your own as you came down from your high. He pulled you off the hood of his car and set you on the ground. He looked you up and down, admiring you fully. He lifted a hand to caress your face and his thumb brushed over your cheek. Smiling, he said, “you always do so good for me baby. Turn around for me, yeah?”

You turned around quickly, eager for what you knew was coming next. Without him even having to ask, you leaned over the hood of his car. Giving him just the view he wanted. His hands were quick to flip up your skirt and smooth his hands over your ass. He gripped one cheek in his hand, and you braced yourself on your forearms. When he let go, you wiggled your ass and looked back over your shoulder. Challenging him with your eyes.

He brought his hand back down on your ass, slapping it. When you let out an obvious and loud moan, he smirked and leaned down over you, “you’re so fucking impatient baby, are you really so worked up? Let me help you out. Does that sound good?”

“Please, Mingi,” you begged (god he loved when you couldn’t stop begging), “I need you!”

“Where do you need me, baby?”

“Inside,” you moaned when he slapped your ass again.

“You want my cock, baby?” You could hear him unzipping his pants and the rustle of fabric behind you. Fucking finally.

All you could do was nod desperately and look back at him over your shoulder with begging eyes. He couldn’t fucking hold it together when you gave him those eyes. So desperate and needy that he could almost see tears. And the pout on your lips was the cherry on top.

You braced yourself again when he gripped his hips with one hand. When he finally pushed into you, you moaned out softly.

With one hand gripping your waist hard enough to bruise and the other playing with your clit, he thrust into you. His car shook, and you struggled to hold yourself up but, god, it felt so good. After a week of missing him constantly, you couldn’t think of anything but how full you felt with each thrust. He couldn’t help himself, either from telling you how good you felt.

Shit, baby, you just keep getting wetter.

You just love it when I fill you up like this, don’t you?

Oh, you’re close, baby. I can feel you closing around me so good.

Fuuuuck, god angel I’m almost there. Can I fill you up?

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” you cried. Your loud and pornographic moans bounced off the walls as you reached your climax.

He followed soon after, filling you to the brim. You felt so warm and flushed. Your eyes fluttered in post-orgasm bliss. Panting, he flipped you back over onto your back and helped you sit up. He kissed you one more time, “thank you for coming to visit.”

“Of course,” you laughed softly, “I mean if you reward me like this everytime, then I’ll just come in every day like that bitch earlier, but I can’t promise I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Oh baby, you being here is enough, and your pretty pussy is the perfect payment,” he moved a finger back down to your core and pushed his cum back inside of you.

“Mmmm,” you ran hand through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, “as much as I’d love to go again, you closed an hour ago, and Yunho’s probably waiting for you to lock up.”

Mingi groaned as he finished putting his pants back on. He lifted you off the car, “can I have my panties back please?” You reached a hand out to him.

“Oh,” he laughed as he reached into his pocket to give them back to you.

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“Did she leave?” Mingi asked his friend who was finishing up putting new tires on your car. So maybe you actually did need something done with it.

The other man laughed, “oh she left alright. She tried to stick around, but when she heard you two having fun back there she took off. Kinda felt bad for her honestly.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his sympathy even though you felt an immense sense of satisfaction at knowing you had fended her off so easily. You had “asserted your dominance” to quote Yunho.

Mingi placed a hand on your lower back, “don’t worry baby, we won’t be seeing her for a while.” He turned to Yunho, “You can go man, I’ll finish locking up. Thanks for your help.”

“Good night man, have fun locking up.” Clearly implying that you might distract him from such a task.

When Yunho was gone, it was only seconds before you were backed into the back door of your own car, and Mingi reached around you to open the door. “Get in, baby.”

You could only giggle as you climbed in, pulling him in after you by the collar of his t-shirt. When he shut the door behind him, he leaned over you, “just one more. Ok, baby?”

“Ok,” you responded breathlessly. Knowing full well you would be under him in your bed soon enough.

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note ✭ thank you for reading. i'm trying my best over here, but university is kicking my ass. so i appreciate you reading what is essentially a coping mechanism 😀🥲

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srsly though, thanks for reading! feel free to lmk what you think. reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

have a wonderful day!

mwah~

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teezersfics · 1 month

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Lipstick~ Kim Hongjoong ♡

Just trying to match my hair with your favourite lipstick shade ~ Kim Hongjoong

♡ EROTICA ATEEZ ♡

Warnings : sub!reader, dom!hongjoong, unprotected penetration, angry sex, teasing, dirty talk (a lil bit), denied climax, punishment, thigh riding, Hongjoong ordering around, possessive HJ, MDNI, 18+

WC : 3.7K

Haven't done the fact check, so if there are any mistakes, please understand ⊂(･ω･)

There is a little story at start, the 18+ part starts after a while.

(A/n : OK, so it's quiet interesting cuz a week before Coachella I bought a lipstick in cherry red type shade, and when I saw Hongjoong at Coachella with same shade of Hair, it did things to me and that's how I wrote this. Enjoyyyyy~)

It was weekend, that means it was time to celebrate.

This weekend, a success party was organised for all the 8 lovely and hardworking boys by the company for their successful Coachella show and tour this summer. Ofcourse, a deserved one.

But, you were upset about one thing. You boyfriend. Hingjoong. Its been two weeks since they came back from US. But, it was just 4 days ago that he met you. Though, it's good that he is prioritising his time with his family, but you were upset upon the fact that he couldn't even meet you for sometime in these many days. He even met his friends from another company before meeting you. And that kinda made you sad for some reason.

Since you boy met, you've been giving cold shoulder to him, no matter how much he tried or apologised. You were not completely mad about it, its just you were playing with him for sometime, until the bomb inside him ticks. He might be a cutie patootie, until you test his limits, that's exactly what you were waiting for. You were just not going to let it loose until he made you.

As evening comes closer, you realise its time to get ready for the party tonight. The fact that Hongjoong was supposed to be at your apartment right now, getting ready along with you, but he was gone from morning without telling you a word. Sometimes you just can't figure out what's going inside his brain. But, you can't wait anymore, you have to start getting ready.

The theme was black and gold. Basic but classy combination. And, office parties are always classy. It was pure celebration night along with some business stuff. There was going to be an announcement at the party, but its fun part because only director knows about it, not even the boys.

As you think about all the exciting stuff that was going to happen in tonight's party, you get ready in your black backless bodycon dress, which was, ofcourse, a bit revealing. Revealing enough to trigger something in someone. Adding black heels and a cute little Balmain purse, finishing your look with gold rings, bracelet and a short gold chain.

Checking yourself finally in mirror for last time, you almost forgot to apply the lipstick. Your favourite thing in makeup. These days you are hooked onto a particular lipstick shade. A dark cherry red or blood red or dark red, however you call it. You just love how that shade looks on your lips. Applying the lipstick and checking yourself in the mirror for the very last time, you hear the sound of horn. Just in time.

You leave your apartment complex and while heading towards the street, there he is leaning against the car. No matter how much upset you are about him, in the end of the day, 'damn, he is really my man. Mine.' this is your last thought.

All black outfit, black shiny blazer, heeled boots, loose black shirt, golden chain and analogue watch. But wait, what you observed next was was you were not expecting. Your steps become slower. A brand new hair look. Undercut, cherry red dyed hair with wet look. It's as if you are day dreaming. He definately knows about your new obsession.

You walk up to him, cheeks already stained with heat, you didn't know what to say.

"Looking preety, princess" He compliments you. But, you remind yourself 'act upset.'

"You too." You say it coldly.

"Such a dry compliment? You don't know how much efforts I have put in today's look."

You clearly know what he is talking about, it's the hair, but you are currently playing hard.

"I mean, the look is preety handsome."

"The look?"

"Yeah. What else?"

"Very well."

To be honest, the more you are in front of him, the desperate your hands are growing to just caress his hair until you ruin the hairstyle. And, you just cannot control. An odd strand of his hair, resting on his eyebrow, looks out of place, which you try to fix. But, as your hand is approaching his forehead, he fixes it himself. Opening the door, he motions for you to get in. Irritated, you squeeze your eyes at him in annoyance and he responds you with a naughty smirk. "So, two-player game has finally started." Is what you think.

The ride till destination is just exchange of some words. You were continously resisting the urge to look at him. Just can't get enough of him in that hair colour. And his preety face. Oh god. But, one thing he doesn't knows, is your completely backless dress. He is yet to see it, and you know exactly when to use it as a trigger.

Reaching at the destination, you both are greeted with welcoming smiles from the boys. The 7 balls of sunshine welcoming you and your other grumpy ball of sunshine.

Their smiles are enough to make someone's day better. And, it's just the start of today's evening.

After the short greetings, you are seated at the couch, enjoying the drinks and snacks. Some of the members girlfriends are here too, with whom you are familiar with. There are also other artist from the company, for celebrating ATEEZ success. Such a wholesome company. And, suddenly there are taps on mic, stealing everyone's attention.

"Mic check, okayyy"

It's the director.

"Well, its about the special announcement. Total, of three announcements. Initially, I would like to tell everyone, that our boys, ATEEZ, after Hongjoong joining Balmain as brand ambassador, other boys will also be joining big brands from Korea and also international brands,as bran ambassadors, very soon."

Everyone cheer and congratulate the boys. Sometimes it just makes you tear up, how much these boys are growing.

( fr tho, I cry sometimes. )

"Secondly, ATEEZ will be having a Comeback in June."

Again there are cheers. Not gonna lie, Comeback period is so good, because as Hongjoong's girlfriend, you already know most of things from newest Comeback, and it's just so fun to see Atinys reactions to all the stuff getting released.

"Third, announcement. Out team manager is going to get married this month." This information does get the loudest cheers. The night is full of laughs and smiles. But, it's time for a game now.

Everyone is called up on the dance floor. The upbeat songs fills the environment. It feels like the clubs with all the crazy lightings and upbeat songs. But, as night gets older, upbeat songs turn to skies romantic songs. Ofcourse, for some of the couple present here. It starts with Manager and his soon to be wife joining the dance floor with cute couple dance. Later on, other members, San, Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho also joins the stage with their girlfriends. You were stealing glances with Hongjoong, but he didn't ask you for the dance. It kinda made you upset. But, your bestie did notice it.

"Hey, it's not good to see a preety lady, sitting upset on the couch, while romantic songs are playing here. Come on, dance with me, will you?" It's Wooyoung, holding his hand out for you. Always been a life saver. You could always tryst him in situations like this.

"Gladly" you say with a smile and join him.

All this conversation just received piercing stares from Hongjoong.

On the dance floor, you can't thank Wooyoung enough for offering you for a dance.

"Gosh Wooyoung, you always get the situation right."

"Hmm, I've been observing it since you two came. Did you two fought or something?" He asks.

"Kind of. But just play along with me."

"Sure, your majesty."

As, you start the slow dance, you slowly bring all your hairs to the front from one side, revealing the backless dress.

"Holy, a backless dress. I see what you are doing." Wooyoung says to which you give a low chuckle.

"But, I don't think so I am allowed to touch your back. I'll be burned to ashes by someone."

"It's okay, you can hold my waist instead." You say.

"Oh Wooyoung, you are so loyal and you don't even have a girlfriend yet. How's that possible?"

"Didn't.....find anyone yet. My type is bit weird."

"Your future girlfriend will be so lucky."

"But looks like I won't be lucky anymore. Hongjoong's eyes are literally on fire. He hasn't stopped looking here for a second."

You chuckle to how stresses he sounds.

"You laughing?? Currently I am being used as a pawn and god knows what is going to happen to me, the next time Hongjoong calls me in his room."

"Haha, okay. This much is fine for today. Let's go."

"I hope this gets your work done." He gives you a thumbs up before leaving the stage.

You join Hongjoong again on the couch.

"Are you done dancing?" He is not looking at you. The mad energy radiates from him which gives you goosebumps but you try not to stutter.

"Yeah."

"Looks like you enjoyed it too much."

"Hmm, Wooyoung is actually so good at dancing."

He is still not looking at you.

"I still feel like this night shouldn't end. Its just so good to see eve-"

"We were leaving." He cuts you off.

"What?"

"Get up."

He gets up and heads to give last greetings to boys.

"Why are leaving early? There still alot of time." Seonghwa asks.

"Didn't have some proper rest for some days. Also, I need to drop her first. Right, Princess?"

He says to which you just nod.

Ride back was silent, not a single word exchanged. But as you reached, he grabbed your wrist. Dragging you all way up to your apartment complex, he yanked you into your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"What is it Hongj-"

"Remove everything you have on your body, except that dress."

You are shocked by the sudden command, you just stand there, unmoving.

"Wasn't I enough loud for you to hear that? Get to work." There is something behind those eyes. Something that tells you not to mess up right now.

As you are removing all your accessories and heels, he is also loosening his own tie, folding the sleeves of his shirt to half, unbuttoning half of the buttons, messing his hairs a bit. Shit! The raw look that you enjoy to savour. Everytime he come backs from work or a meeting or award show, and loosening himself up after coming home, you would enjoy him in this look for hours. Not to mention the several times you have secretly pleasured yourself unknowingly imagining him in this look.

After he is done with it, he sits on the corner of the bed, right in front of mirror. He motions you to come closer and stand in front of him. His hands starts from your shoulder, caressing your body from your curves throughout your hips.

"Hmm, what a right choice for a party dress, showing all that cleavage, that back, that curve of the hips. It's not like, I want to limit your freedom, but I definately won't like what's mine to be eye candy for others." His voice goes low.

"Wear what you like baby, but don't use that to test my patience. Understand."

"This dress does not have a kind of good impression on me. Beacuse, it was not me who danced with you." His hands then heads towards your dress zipper but instead of opening the zipper, he straight out rips the dress from your back.

"And I make sure, you never wear this dress again."

The dress is soon pulled down from your body leaving you in your lingerie. No matter how many times you've been naked in front of him, no matter how many times you fucked, the way he looks at your body always brings goosebumps.

He manspreads and motions you to sit on his one lap. And you do as he asked. But, he has other plans today.

"Nah! Not like this baby. Face your back to me."

When you face your back to him, you could see both your figures in the mirror. You sitting on his lap, legs apart, him scanning the scene in front of him. But, what he says next, fills your eyes with horror.

"Since you were being a little bad today, your punishment is to only ride my thigh for today. And if you cum without my orders, forget getting my dick."

The worst thing you could hear today. After trying so hard to just get fucked, but all you get is a punishment, testing how much you can resist your high.

"Come on, baby. Move." His grit his teeth ordering you to begin the show.

Hesitantly, you start moving your hips. Slowly increasing your pace to gain more and more friction. You hands resting on his other thigh and bed, head thrown back, eyes rolled to your brain. Hongjoong resting both of his hands on bed, his head thrown back too. He sure is making you punished, but he himself is not sure how long he can hold back.

You just try to make your movements faster and faster, digging yourself more into his thigh, grinding as if your life depends on it. But, you are frustrated. Frustrated for not getting what you wanted, you click your tounge and whine in frustration while still maintaining the pace.

But your whines are loud enough to catch his attention. He lifts his head up, a victory smirk on his face, droopy eyes. "Did I just hear it right? Little cries of frustration." His mouth is right on your ear. "Frustrated because you didn't get what you wanted? How petty." He chuckles, the vibration of the sound making your ear feel numb.

He places his one hand on your neck, pushing your neck to the back, and other hand on your waist, helping you increase your pace, almost digging his nails in your waist. When you look in the mirror, he already has his eyes, trained on your face. And, you see the lust in his eyes, pure lust.

He for sure is your lovely boyfriend, but when he is filled with lust, it's like completely different person, as if he'd switch roles with some incubus. Not to mention, him having that perfect blood coloured hairs now, make your organs do backflips in your body.

Speaking of that, you try to raise your hands to try touch his hairs, but he is more in his sensed than you do right now. He quickly stops you by holding your hands, and then holding them at your back. You hear a scoff.

"If I let happen what you want the most, then what's the point of my punishment, yeah?"

You click your tounge again, clearly not hiding your frustration anymore. His one hand goes again to your waist, helping you work more faster. But, you can't hold it back longer. Your patience have ended.

“Ho- Hongjong pleasee-” you whisper.

“Hmm, did I hear something?”

“I am…..am so close. Please….”

“Aww, but you know the rules, right”

He is just testing every bit of your patience.

“Please, please, I beg…beg you.”

A single tear roll down your closed eye, out of desperation and your restrained release. But, your breathes grow heavy and you are so…so close to disobey him again. And he notices, stopping your movements.

“On your back, now.”

Without wasting a second, you are laying on bed. He gets in between legs separating them for him to stand on his knees, undressing himself. Finally pulling down his boxer to take out his hard dick. He pumps it himself for some seconds. He comes down to kiss you, or rather you'd say eat your lips out. The way he is kissing you with his tongue exploring every corner in your mouth, making you out of breathe.

Your hand pinned above your head, with one hand still stopping you from achieving your goa of touching his hairsl. Separating his lips from yours, he removes the last remaining pieces of clothes from your body.

“Remember baby, the rules are still same. No cumming without my permission.”

And with that he enters you, bottoming out, making you gasp out loud.

“Gosh, you are so wet, I don't even need to try.”

Then he starts moving, short shallow thrusts at start, pulling out just halfway through and then going all in again. Making your body rock every so slowly. But, then when he is done with the intro, he increases his speed suddenly, pulling almost out but then suddenly snapping in fast making you scream.

“Ahhh, fuck, fuck…ah agh”

“Oh, just this got you cursing like this, the main show is yet to begin.”

With this, starts thrusting fast, so fast that could rip your pussy. The sound of skin slapping, creaking of bed, both your pants and moans, fills the room.

He finally let your hands free to gain more stability, and first thing you do is find his hair. Intervening your hand with his hair, you pull them making Hongjoong groan. He is not that vocal in bed, but when he is, his moans are most best thing your ears have ever heard. And, you always try to find a way to make him moan.

He backs up for a while, halting his movements for seconds, and throwing your legs over his shoulders while still being inside you, wiping his sweat before starting again. This time he is not just thrusting but pushing himself inside of you, basically pushing you into the mattress. Your brain is so fucked out right now, you have no capacity to understand anything. You are gripping the sheets beneath you for your dear life. His balls deep inside of you, pushing in and out, furiously. There's a drool flowing from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolled back.

“Aww, look at that fucked out face. Do I do you that good baby, hmm?"

You hear everything but you are so messed to answer anything to him. All that comes out of your mouth are moans and screams of his name.

He comes down to kiss you again, kissing all that drool away. He bites your lower lip while kissing you, drawing out blood, making you wince, but without a thought he sucks your blood too. That particular action made the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Ahh!! Fuck. Shit baby, your blood tastes sweet- sweet too, ah.” He says within heavy pants. His speed of thrust has become slower but, instead he thrusts in with more force, literally making the bed rock back and forth. Pushing himself in you and at the same time pulling you towards him, with force. It just hits different when he is jealous and wrecks the shit out of you, the best type of sex because he'd give his all to make sure the name coming out of your mouth is only his.

He kissed your legs, from ankle to your knee while still thrusting, leaving bite marks on your calves. And with other hand, he adds two fingers to your already stuffed hole, thrusting with his fingers simultaneously with his dick. That made you scream out loud. Somehow you managed to open your eyes a bit, but as soon as he saw you a mischievous grin appeared on his face, looking directly in your eyes. You knew, there was something going in his head.

He removes his fingers from your hole and starts rubbing on your clit with his palm. No, he knows how to test you. You throw your head back into the mattress because of the sudden added pleasure. He starts rubbing forcefully on your clit, he could almost feel his dick slamming in and out through your skin. That was just bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

“Ho- Hong, plesee….”

“Umm, please what babe?”

“Hong-....you- you know….please”

“Oh, does my baby wants to cum???” He coos, mockingly.

“Yess….” You nod desperately.

“But, baby. You know the rules right?? What did I say??”

You know he wouldn't let you win, but you can't hold it back. But, coming without him saying so, would just bring you another trouble. You bang your fists on the mattress out of frustration.

“Oh oh, look who is angry.” He coos again. But he instantly comes down, his mouth hovering above your ear, “If you just don't want to go through this, then don't go around making ME angry.” He grits. “Understood. Now wait.”

He starts thrusting again, fast, his both hands on your neck. Your denied climax, him thrusting faster and his hands gripping your neck, all this was too much for you to handle, the overwhelming feeling was making your back arch. You again pull onto his hairs, getting him to moan loudly. Him moaning your name and curses loudly into your ear was your last straw.

“Ahhh,fuck y/n. You feel so fucking good. Ahh.”

“Hong- Hong…please. I can't hold…..”

After some hard thrusts he finally says.

“Baby, cum for me. Together. Come on.”

And with that, you release at the same time as him. Your body going limp suddenly. While he still stays inside you pushing both of your cum further inside you.

He removes himself and lays on you, hugging you from above, peppering your breasts with butterfly kisses.

“Baby, I know I was busy all these days and did not meet you. But don't ever do what you did today. If you want attention, just say it to me. Just know, at the end of the day, I will always come to you. I just can't see you in anyone else's hands.”

You nod with a hum. Your hands find its way to his hairs.

“You did this on purpose, didn't you?” You ask.

He scoffs with a guilty ‘yes’

“I saw, lately you've been liking this colour alot. So, I just tried matching my hair with your lipstick shade.”

“You don't know what that did to me.” He chuckles after hearing you.

He suddenly lifts you up in bridal style, heading towards the bathroom.

“Let's bath together. I will wash your hair today, ok.”

No, cuz, i am SOOO crazy over this Hongjoong, like bsnsjkakakakakananwjjsosoaka

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maxsix · 2 months

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#song mingi #mingi #ateez #friendly reminder: I am an 18+ tumblr #so if you are a minor and/or are uncomfortable with this kind of content #please do not follow me #for the rest of you heathens: enjoy this specimen of a man #whom i also respect! ok!#pretty sure this is the biggest gif i have ever made of him #but i say that a lot #mingi gif #ateez gif #maxsixgif

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kagu-une · 2 months

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you and mingi have been friends since childhood; you thought that you knew everything there was to know about him. there is just one secret: he's in love with you, and the feelings may be reciprocated.

pairing. song mingi x fem!reader

genre. smut mature themes ahead. minors do not interact.

content warnings. another friends-to-lovers trope (i'm not sorry). non-idol!au. dom!mingi. sub!reader. desperate sex? idk how to put it, you'll see. possible jealousy? possessive!mingi. fingering (f receiving). use of pet names such as 'baby'', 'good girl'. gentle degradation?? praise. big pp!mingi...... unprotected sex (use protection or Else). a little teenie weenie bit of plot. ahem. anyways

a/n. it seems that i write best at the ass crack of dawn, or in a (nonexistent) time crunch. anyways this is a drabble that's been living in my fully furnished frontal lobe for a while, hope it lives up to your expectations @lissiesykes :p this has not been proofread btw

smut beneath the drop down!

it was the same saturday ritual that has carried on for years since you started college and moved into your own apartment: your best friend, mingi, would come over and the two of you would waste the evening away by rotting on your couch, and forcing him to watch whatever series was your newest hyperfixation.

this saturday was no different. you had long since showered and changed into a pair of dilapidated sweatpants, and a shirt that you were sure was mingi's, but figured it shrunk in the dryer. you had just finished the usual routine of microwaving a bag of popcorn when you heard a familiar knock at your door. setting the bag of popcorn on the counter to cool off, you padded across the living room to answer the door. behind it stood mingi, his large stature easy filling up the doorframe. though you watched him hit his growth spurts as a kid, his height always caught you by surprise.

"hey!" you greeted him with a soft smile, stepping off to the side to allow him to enter your apartment.

"hey," replied he as he entered, kicking his shoes off by the door. he shrugged off the hoodie that he wore as he made his way into the living room and tossed it over the back of the sofa. "it smells good in here."

you chuckle to yourself as you close the door and lock the deadbolt; mingi said the same thing every time he stepped foot into your home, even though you made the same snacks nearly every time.

"i'd hope so... it's popcorn." you had returned to the kitchen to grab a bowl from a cabinet, and proceeded to dump the popcorn into it now that it was cool enough to handle. "we're almost done with ratched, is it cool if we finish it tonight?"

mingi had since made himself comfortable on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest against the coffee table. he turned to face you from his seat as you spoke. "of course, i was looking forward to the finale, anyways."

he took it upon himself to turn the television on, knowing you'd be joining him on the couch soon enough. he launched netflix and clicked your profile, scrolling until he found the 'recently watched' section. mingi selected the show and got comfortable in his seat. you hurried to your spot next to him, snacks in hand as the introduction to the show began to play on the tv screen.

the show had long since ended, and the two of you weren't quite ready to call it quits just yet; so, you were both facing each other, having a rather lively conversation about something that had transpired in your younger years.

"dude," mingi let out an exasperated laugh as he carded a hand through his hair. "you totally froze when you tried to ask that guy out for prom. what was his name again? hongjoong?"

you groan out in residual embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands to conceal the blush that rose on your cheeks. "do you have to remind me? god, i bet he was just as embarrassed," your voice came out muffled as you spoke into your palms.

mingi's fingers curled around your wrists and pulled your hands away, laughs still bubbling past his lips. "c'mon, y/n, it isn't that bad. when is your date with him anyways?"

your ears picked up on the jealousy that tinged his voice when he brought up the fact that, yes, you did have a date with hongjoong coming up. you had reconnected with him after seeing him on a dating app. curiosity got the best of you and you swiped right — it was a match! you brought it up to mingi last saturday, and you swore that you saw his shoulders deflate just a little when you told him. you decided not to bring it up, but you couldn't help but to think that mingi looked dejected when he left that night. maybe you were thinking too much into it.

"on wednesday, i think– why does it matter to you?"

"awe," whatever hint of jealousy that you think you heard was now drowned in a playful tone. "are you getting shy?"

mingi leaned over to poke you and tickle your side, which earned a shriek from you as you launched yourself backwards to get out of his arm's reach. you batted his hand away once your back was pressed into the opposing arm of the couch. it didn't take much for mingi to close that gap, reaching for your sides once more. somehow you both got into some sort of one-upping-wrestling-match — you trying to get away from mingi, who was dead set on trying to tickle you — that landed you both on the floor.

mingi took the upper hand as he straddled your waist, and pinning your wrists to the rug beneath you. a triumphant smile was plastered on the cheeky bastard's face — he knew he had won. the two of you mirrored each other's labored breathing as you looked up at the man above you, eventually locking eyes.

the same man that got to watch you grow up, and you, him.

the same man who, when your first boyfriend broke your heart, mingi broke his nose.

mingi, who would schedule his weekends to make time for you.

mingi, with that same lazy smile that he's always had. the same smile that caused your heart to skip a beat in your chest.

the realization that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a freight train. as your eyes dipped to his plump lips, you wondered what this meant for your friendship. the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend.

you sucked in a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding, and that soft noise is what set things into motion. mingi lowered himself on top of you, closing the gap between your bodies. his lips crashed onto yours with a ferocity that you've never seen from mingi before.

you whimper softly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking it on it. mingi understood what was being asked and pulled away to remove it. this allowed you to catch your breath... and for reality to come crashing down on you.

"mingi," you breathed out, your meek plea too quiet for him to hear over the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears.

he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, before leaning forward to hover over you again, each of his hands posted on either side of your head. you did your best to keep your gaze off of his newly exposed skin.

you repeated, "mingi." it caught his attention now, mingi's eyebrow raising. "we can't do this." you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, but the disquietudes that swirled in your head told you to believe otherwise.

"goddamn it, y/n." he almost sounded defeated.

him cursing caught you off guard. it wasn't that you had never heard mingi cuss, because you had and did; but, never at you.

"don't you get it?" his voice was small, almost a whisper. "i love you. i've been in love with you for so long, y/n."

the confession caused your stomach to flip. whether it be out of excitement or fear was to be determined.

"i watch as you choose other people knowing that i can treat you right. i know you, y/n. everything about you. i was made for you."

mingi's face closed in on yours, and the fact that you weren't protesting only encouraged him to continue.

"no one understands you like i do. no one can make me feel so alive like you can. i don't want to live with the regret of knowing that i never tried. i need this for me." his breath fanned your face as he spoke.

his lips were brushing yours by this point. there was no denying the emotions that buzzed between you both. your hands snaked around his shoulders and pulled him forward, officially sealing your fate.

there was no time wasted from here. mingi's mouth connects with yours fiercely. his kiss instantly becomes intense as he lowers himself onto his elbows, allowing him to cradle your head in one of his hands. his fingers grip at your hair, anchoring your head back. when a soft moan slips out of you is when he plunges his tongue into your mouth. mingi moves with passion, and hope; yet, is far more calculated in his movements than you expected.

you lift your legs up to remind him that he is still sitting on you. one of his chuckles falls against your lips as he shifts his weight, using his knees to push your thighs apart and slots himself in the space between them.

when he pulls away, a string of saliva beads between your bottom lips. you break it with your finger as mingi moves to tug at your sweatpants. from your position, you could see that a tent of arousal began to form in the crotch of mingi's jeans. with the joggers out of the way, mingi could see how your panties clung to your core, your arousal blooming on the gusset.

"you have no idea how often i've thought of you like this." admitted mingi, that shit eating grin returning to his plump lips. he trailed a finger over your clothed slit, eyes flicking up to your face to watch your reactions to his touch. noting how you arched your back to chase the feeling, he tugged your panties to the side.

a shiver raced through you once your cunt was exposed, though you blushed feverishly underneath mingi's scrutiny. he continued to toy with you, leisurely and with no hurry. he dipped a finger to your entrance, only to collect your juices on his fingertips and repeat the process.

"don't be a tease, mingi," you whined out in protest, reaching down to lead his hand where you needed them most. you couldn't help but to be impatient. mingi's hands were always nice, and they had recently occupied your mind when you touched yourself.

"oh?" he asked, rhetorically. to pacify your whines, he pushed a finger into you, but held it there at the second knuckle. his thumb took position over your clit and applied enough pressure to make you shudder. "how bad do you want it, then?"

you were in no position to beg to begin with, and mingi knew it. the lack of friction was driving you crazy, but when you decided to gyrate your hips to seek out the pleasure, mingi pinned your hips down to the ground. his hand pressed into your belly, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken dare.

"tell me how bad, baby."

then he began to move his finger inside of you. at first, they were short strokes with him curling it every so often. his thumb had resorted to gentle circles against your clit.

though, when you hadn't spoken to oblige his request, another finger was added. you moaned softly as you were stretched out. usually, two fingers weren't enough to make you feel full. with mingi, however, it was just right.

he began to pull his fingers out of you, stopping just before he left you completely empty — only to thrust them back into you, bottoming out to his knuckles.

you let out a strangled cry, trying to press your knees together from the stimulation but the way mingi had you pinned made it impossible to achieve. he leaned into his hand, beginning to open you up with his fingers.

"please- fuck- mingi!" you managed, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

"there you go, y/n, i knew you could beg for it." mingi's eyes were trained on his hand, watching as your pussy swallowed his fingers up. "i make you feel so good, don't i? look at how wet you are."

you nod fervently, clinging onto every word that left his mouth. "please, mingi... i-... i need you so bad. so bad." you weren't meaning to babble so mindlessly. everything about this situation had your head reeling.

"good fucking girl." he punctuated every one of his words with deep thrusts of his fingers into you. you knew that if he kept it up at this pace, you wouldn't last much longer; even more so when he used his free hand to massage your clit.

the familiar heat began to pool in your stomach. every nerve was alive, your skin crawling with electricity. "m... mingi, i'm so close..." your eyes screwed shut as you tried your best to postpone the impending orgasm.

mingi was a man on a mission as he began to mouth at your breasts through your shirt. you pulled it up and out of the way, pushing your bra down so that your breasts were bare. his eyes drank in the sight of you as more of your body was exposed. he was a starving man sat before a feast. his plush lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking it between his teeth and rolling it between them. you cried out, your hands finding their way into mingi's hair and tugging at it.

the heat licked at your belly and spread down to your thighs as your climax closed in on you. you tried to warn him, but you were only left with your jaw slack as your orgasm rocked your body. stars studded the corners of your vision as your muscles tensed.

mingi fingered you through your orgasm, cooing sweetly into your ear as you rode your high. "you're so beautiful, all for me. all mine. you belong to me."

he didn't give you much time to recuperate from your previous orgasm before he was doffing his pants and sliding his own boxers down his thighs. with how hard he was, you could only imagine the restraint he was using before.

nothing could have prepared you to see that mingi was well endowed. you were grateful for him opening you up earlier, as you were unsure if he'd fit at all. you weren't clueless when it came to sex, but none of your previous partners were quite as big as be was.

he turned to grab a throw pillow off of the couch, motioning for you to bridge your hips. once you did, he slid the pillow beneath you. "there you go." he squeezes your bare thigh in reassurance.

your skin was warm and damp from the exertion from your previous orgasm. your pussy ached to be filled again, and you could only press your legs farther apart as mingi grasped the base of his cock and dragged his tip between your drenched folds. you shiver under his touch, especially when the head of his cock teased your hole.

mingi knew he was on borrowed time. he wanted to get inside of you before he went off like a shotgun, seeing how turned on he was from watching you come undone all over his fingers; yet, he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. he wasn't quite convinced that this wasn't another wet dream of his. to wake up now would be so unbelievably cruel.

he eased himself into you, eyes oscillating between your pussy and your face. above all else, your safety was his main priority. every cry and whimper was a sign for him to stop, and wait until you gave a signal that you had acclimated to him stretching you out. eventually, he hit the hilt of his cock. his hips pressed against yours as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it and watching as it snapped back into place. from here, you realized how beautiful that mingi truly was. his bone structure and perfectly pouty lips, and eyes that could pierce right through you.

those pouty lips were drawn into a soft smirk when you pulled away from the kiss. you nodded and shifted your hips, giving mingi the go-head to start moving.

his movements were slow and careful. his honeyed gaze boring a hole straight through you as he watched you take every inch of him. you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, but soon the pain dissolved into wanton pleasure and need. you wrapped your legs around him as his tempo began to increase, motivating mingi to speed up.

soon, the only sounds that filled the apartment was skin against skin, and how when he angled his hips just right, turned your individual moans into high pitched whines.

mingi straightened his posture, only to grab your hips and pull you into each thrust that he delivered to you. he was desperate to feel you, desperate to get your walls to remember the shape of him. his eyebrows were knitted together with focus. a bead of sweat trailed from his forehead to his jaw.

"gonna split you in half if i have to," he muttered between heavy pants. "you're mine, y/n."

you had clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the cries and moans that tumbled from your lips. you were sure that you'd get a noise complaint from the apartment complex tomorrow. the way mingi had you positioned made it so that with every stroke of his dick, he was ramming right into your g-spot. you blinked away tears that threatened to spill as you took what he gave you.

"do you hear me? mine." he was starting to get sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. he pressed your thighs up against your chest as he drilled into you, chasing his own orgasm. "fuck- mine. mine, mine, mine." he chanted the word like it was a mantra.

your core was tightening in another climax.

"mingi... please- i'm yours—.." you mumbled between whines and hiccups. "'m gonna cum,"

mingi's hand returned to your belly, pressing into it and earning a yelp from you. feeling his cock as it fucked you open was overstimulating. all you could manage to do was whimper and writhe beneath him.

"are you going to cum all over– fuck..– this dick? cum for me, pretty girl."

as soon as you tipped over the edge with your own orgasm, mingi's followed suit. his whole body stiffened as he came, a shiver wracking his spine as a pinched moan escaped him. your head was still swimming with pleasure as mingi stuffed you full of his seed.

you both sat still for a few moments following, the two of you catching your breaths. mingi eventually slides out of you, leaving you feeling oddly void inside. he stood, and your gaze followed him as he disappeared into the back of your apartment. once he came back, he had fixed his clothes to cover himself once again. he was carrying a warm washcloth that he used to help you wipe yourself clean.

he joined you in the floor again, laying on his side so that his torso was pressed against your side. he peppered gentle kisses along the side of your face, carefully brushing strands of hair back into place. your body was heavy, and your eyes were half lidded from physical expenditure that took place. you turned to snuggle into mingi's chest, draping an arm over his side.

"mingi." you decided to break the silence, not yet leaving the cover of his chest to meet his eyes.

"yes, y/n?"

"i love you, too. so much. forever." the confession felt natural on your tongue. only then did you decide to tilt your head back to look at him. he wore a goofy smile on his face, now wearing his own flush on his cheeks at your revelation.

"forever." mingi echoed, drawing you into his embrace once more. you welcomed his warmth. when you nuzzled your face into him, his scent wrapped around you.

you could get used to this.

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jayzsugarbaby · 6 months

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˖ㅤㅤ۫ ⟡𝐓𝐖 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎)⟡

♡ Mingi x Reader

♡ Mingi loves fucking until both bodies are covered in sweat

#mingi #song mingi #audio post #audio #18+ content #hard hours #kpop #reader x idol #ateez

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minkoongi · 2 years

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say my name - kang yeosang

yeosang x y/n x mingi

word count: 3790+

synopsis: you and yeosang have been friends for years. lately, things have been getting rather tense between you two but neither want to confront anything in fear of ruining your friendship. after yeosang invites you to his concert, all bets are off when he acts like you don't exist the entire time. will you finally have the courage to face your fears and tell him how you feel? or will you get yourself into a situation you may not be able to handle?

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), explicit language, implied consent, dom yeosang and Mingi, sub reader, threesome, hand jobs, oral sex (male and female receiving), dirty talk, cum eating, mild bisexual behavior, creampie, crying, slight breeding kink if you squint, aftercare, lil tiny bit of fluff at the end.

a/n: im seeing ateez in a few weeks and the photos/vids of them on this US tour are driving me insane. so this is the result of that???? idk i did this mainly for sommer and spooks so i hope you like it

You watched with wild eyes as your best friend stood on stage with sweat dripping down his body. Yeosang invited you to his concert weeks ago but you didn't actually say yes until the last minute. It’s not that you didn’t want to go. Of course you wanted to support Yeosang and the rest of Ateez but things were growing more complicated between you two recently. What started as a few innocent glances here and there, have turned into eye fucking each other every chance you had. He acted oblivious to his actions the one night you felt enough courage to ask him about it but deep down you knew he wasn't stupid.

Now you stood in your own vip suite in the arena they were playing at, watching him smile at the crowd of adoring fans. Your eyes couldn't help wonder across his toned body. He wore a black leather vest with large buckles on the straps and fitted dress pants. The outfit highlighted his rather small waist and muscular biceps. You weren’t sure if maybe it were the bright stage lights shining down on him or the angle in which your seat provided but he looked like a god. His black hair was slicked back and sweat glistened off his neck as he spoke to the crowd with beaming joy.

The concert went by in a blur. Before you knew it, you were being escorted backstage by their staff to the waiting room. You could hear their loud voices booming off the walls of the hallway as you prepared yourself to enter the room. Quickly smoothing down your dress, you give a slight nod to the staff member in front of you. They opened the door for you as you took your first steps in to greet the memebers. You didn't get very far before Wooyoung ran up to you with the happiest look on his face.

“y/n! You made it!”

He engulfed your small frame into a big hug.

“Of course I did. I’d never miss a chance to see my favourite boys!”

You chirped happily.

Your eyes quickly fell to Yeosang sitting quietly in the far corner of the room. His intense eyes were glued to his phone. Something about the lack of response to your arrival caused an ache in your chest. You pushed the feeling aside and took a seat next to Yunho and Mingi. Everyone asked you about your thoughts on the concert and what your favourite parts were. You kept the conversation going while sneaking small glances at Yeosang who continued to act as though you weren’t even there.

Eventually, one by one the boys excused themselves to go clean up before heading to the hotel. After chatting for a while the only people left in the waiting room were Mingi, Yeosang, and you. Both the boys were still wearing their stage clothes, at some point during your chat Mingi removed his hoodie he had on, leaving him in a loose fitting white tank top. You couldn’t help noticing the small things he was doing to draw your attention to his body. Whether it be fidgeting with the rings on his long fingers or adjusting the tank top ever so slightly so you can get a quick glimpse of this toned torso. You weren’t the only one who noticed what he was doing, Yeosang sat across from you with a look of jealousy plastered across his face. A part of you wanted to see how far you could take this situation before he admitted something was different between you two lately. You’d never imagine Yeosang actually acting upon anything so it was worth a shot.

Keeping up the causal conversation, you moved your body closer to Mingi. To the untrained eye, it would have looked like you simply shifted in your seat to get more comfortable but you knew exactly what you were doing. The movement caused your dress to ride up on your thighs ever so slightly. You could feel Mingi’s eyes scanning down your legs before making eye contact with you. When Yeosang first introduced you to his member, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Mingi attractive. As you became closer to everyone, Yeosang noticed something was going on between you and Mingi but when he asked you about it, you simply brushed it off. After that Yeosang never brought it up again. Mingi has kept his distance from you ever since that day. A part of you feels like Yeosang said something to him about it but you never had the courage to ask.

In this moment, you could feel the tension beaming off of Mingi. You knew he’d never do anything with Yeosang there so naturally you fixed your dress and flashed some puppy dog eyes towards him. After a minute or so, Yeosang looked up from his phone and narrowed his eye at you.

“What do you want?”

He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Can you get me a bottle of water please”

Flashing a smile at him as he groaned.

“Now is that any way to treat your best friend who came all this way just to see you perform?”

You said lightly. You knew Yeosang better than most people. He would also grab himself a bottle of water and most likely drink it before heading back with yours. It would give you a few moments to push things a little further with Mingi. Nothing too scandalous but maybe just enough to make Yeosang more jealous than before. You knew it was wrong but at this point, if this was the only way you’d be able to get him to admit something more was going on, you were willing to risk it. Like clockwork, he excused himself from the room. shutting the door with a loud bang.

“You know he sees what you're doing right?”

Mingi said with a devilish grin.

“I have no idea what you're going on about, Ming”

You sighed.

“Righhht. You definitely didn't push your dress a bit just then to make Yeosang jealous”

You couldn’t help feeling your cheeks heat up at his comment. He noticed your reaction, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

“You know pushing his buttons may result in something you may not be able to handle, princess.”

His hand lightly brushed up against your exposed thigh causing you to shiver. Everything in your brain was telling you to abort and go find Yeosang to apologise but your body remained still. Before you could muster up a response, the door opened and Yeosang returned with a bottle of water for you. Mingi reluctantly removed his hand from your thigh and stood up from his seat. Nodded slightly to Yeosang and gave you a quick wink before closing the door behind him.

Yeosang didn’t speak to you the entire way to the hotel. You could tell he was fuming by the way his jaw ticked as he watched the building pass by. You were too nervous to say anything to him because you didn’t want to make him more upset. So you stayed silent until you reached your hotel room. Before entering the room, you took your chance to say something to break the tension.

“Yeosang I-”

You were cut off by his lips smashing into yours. His hands immediately grabbed onto your neck as he pulled you close to him. Your back fell against the door as you pressed yourself into him. Breaking the kiss as a small gasp left your mouth when he gripped your waist roughly. You don’t remember when or how the door opened but before you realised, you were making your way into the hotel room. His lips never leave your as you find your way to the bed. Yeosang gently pushes you onto the bed. His eyes were full of lust as he took in the sight before him. You paused to catch your breath for a moment, you wish you could pinch yourself to be sure this wasn't a dream. Youe attention snapped back into focus as his deep voice rang through the room.

“y/n, stand up and strip for me. I will be right back”

He said.

You shot him a confused look before rising from the bed. He could sense you were hesitant so he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Trust me”

Was all he said before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Your body shook with anticipation as you removed your clothing piece by piece until you were in nothing but your thin panties. You decided to keep a small part of your dignity by not removing them just yet. The door opened quickly as you turned to see Yeosang standing in the entryway to the room. The expression on his face almost looked much darker and devious. Something about this situation seemed a little odd as he continued to stand there with the door open. Without thinking you covered yourself, never removing your eyes from his.

“Would you look at that, she’s hiding herself from us”

Yeosang said in a low tone. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Us?

“Now, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. It’s just us, princess.”

Mingi’s tall frame stood behind him in the doorway. They closed the door before slowly walking towards where you stood. They’re eyes never leaving your body. You felt dizzy with confusion as they closed in on you. You couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your thighs as they stared at you like you were their last meal. Yeosang was the first to make contact with you. Snaking his hands around your waist, you leaned into his warm body. He spun you around on your feet so your back was flush against his chest. His hands continued to explore across your body leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“You wanted my attention so badly earlier you were willing to act like a little slut with Mingi when you know you're mine.”

Yeosang’s voice vibrated against your neck as he pulled you in closer to him.

“You’ve never claimed me as yours. I can do whatever I want-”

Your words fell short as his hands made their way to your throat causing you to gasp at the new sensation.

“You’re right, I haven't claimed you because you’ve always been a good girl. That was until you tried to use Mingi to make me jealous.”

Your face burned with embarrassment but also excitement. Yeosang has always been so sweet to you, this was a side of him you’ve never seen before. It turned you on more than anything.

“Now we’re going to punish you for being such a naughty girl. Do you understand, y/n?”

Mingi growled as he stepped towards you. Yeosang continued to roam his hands freely over your body as Mingi placed a finger under your chin, raising your head so you could look at him.

“He asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer him”

Yeosang suddenly slapped your ass, making you cry out in pain. You nodded your head eagerly. Mingi moved his hands up to your face to pull you into a deep kiss. It was much different than the kiss you shared with Yeosang. Mingi’s was more eager when Yeosang was passionate. Yeosang let out a low moan as he felt your body reacting to Mingi’s touch. Your brain felt fuzzy as you tried to keep up with what was going on. They’re hands found their way to your breasts, teasing them roughly as you let out a small moan.

“Fuck”

You moaned.

Mingi’s hand worked its way down your body and found your clothed core. He drew small circles over your clit causing your back to arch onto Yeosang chest. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your ass as you leaned on his. He let out a groan as you moved yourself against him. Mingi broke away from your body for a moment to lead you towards the bed. The sudden loss of body heat made you shiver. They guided you to lay on the bed as they began removing their clothes. Your fingers moved lightly over your core making you gasp and moan at how wet you were. Yeosang and Mingi stared at your with wide eyes as you continued to touch yourself for them. Bucking your hips and whining at the desperate feeling.

“Touch me please. I need you.”

You whined.

“Begging already, princess? You’ll have to try harder than that to get what you want.”

Mingi teased.

“After what you pulled tonight, you need to prove to us you deserve our attention.”

Yeosang said while removing the rest of his clothes. You pulled your hands away from your heat and crawled towards the end of the bed. Once you were seated between the two men, you started rubbing their clothed erections through their underwear. They both felt impressive in size. Mingi wasted no time freeing his painfully hard cock from the confines of his underwear. You didn't wait for any direction from him as you began pumping his cock at a slow but steady pace. Yeosang took his time taking in the sight before freeing himself as well. Watching his best friend, the girl he’s wanted more than anyone else, jerk off one of his members. Yeosang shouldn’t be are turned on as he is but the sight in front of his was too erotic not to be aroused.

Reaching your hand out for Yeosang, you begin pumping him at the same pace. Mingi was definitely longer than Yeosang by an inch or so but he made up for what he lacked in length with how wide his cock was. Both men let out soft moans as you continued working their cocks. You turned towards Yeosang, attaching your wet mouth to the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet precum that was leaking out of it. You couldn't help moan as you pulled him deeper into your mouth until you began to gag slightly. This earned a loud moan from both men as Mingi weaved his hands into your hair, controlling to the pace of you sucking Yeosang’s cock.

“Mmmmm just like that. What a good slut”

Mingi moaned. He was enjoying watching Yeosang fall apart as you worked your tongue on the underside of his cock. Pulling away to gasp for air, your mouth was quickly filled when Mingi turned your head towards him and shoved himself down your throat. Setting a rough pace, he practically fucked your face as you rubbed your thighs together. Feeling your wetness dripping down your thighs. Coming up for air, strings of spit hung off Mingi’s cock from your mouth. Turning your attention back to Yeosang, your hands came up to lightly cup his balls as you continued taking his deeper into your throat.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

You looked up at him as he dropped his head back in bliss. Mingi grabbed your hair once again and held you down on Yeosang’s cock. Both men moaned as you did your best not to gag all over him. Reaching next to you, you pumped Mingi’s cock at a rough pace. He released his grip on your head allowing you a moment to breathe. It only took a minute or so more before Yeosang was bucking his hips and coming down your throat. You gladly swallowed every drop before you were pulled to your feet and placed onto the bed.

Mingi came to your side, attaching his mouth to your nipple. Sucking and pulling lightly with his teeth, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. Your head spun as Yeosang left wet kisses up your legs towards your soaking cunt. In one swift motion your panties were removed, Yeosang’s mouth replaced where the thin fabric once sat. Your back arched off the bed as you threw your head back. Your hands found his hair, lightly tugging at his scalp as you bucked your hips, chasing your high.

“Please please please need to cum”

You practically screamed. Gripping on to Mingi’s hands as he held on to your throat cutting off your air flow. You were gasping for air until he released the grip on your neck. Oxygen didn’t have the chance to fill your lungs when your body was overtook by your orgasm washing over you.

“Hyung, let me taste her”

Mingi said in a husky voice. Yeosang pulled himself away from your dripping pussy and made his way up to where you laid. Without giving you a second to process what was going on as you came down from your high, Yeosang attached his mouth to Mingi’s in a deep kiss. You grew wet again and reached your fingers down to your sensitive clit as you watched the two men share your release on their lips.

“So sweet”

Yeosang hummed again Mingi’s lips. You couldn’t help moaning their names as they brought their attention back to you.

“It seems our baby girl isn't satisfied yet?”

Mingi hummed.

“Do you need to be filled up, princess?”

You nodded feverishly in response. Mingi made his way between your legs, pulling you closer until the tip of his cock ever so slightly penetrated your tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Slowly he pushed his way into you. Yeosang assumed the position behind you so your head was resting gently against his stomach. Mingi didn’t give you a chance to adjust to his size before pulling almost completely out then slamming back into you. Your tits bounced as he pounded into you.

“Look how well she’s taking my cock, hyung. Such a good girl for us.”

Mingi moaned. Yeosang hummed his approval as he brushed some pieces of hair from your forehead.

“My sweet y/n. Taking his cock like that. Are you enjoying yourself?”

Yeosang waited a moment for a response before reaching down and slapping your clit lightly causing you to scream.

“y/n use your words”

He said sternly.

“Yes yes yes feels so good”

You screamed. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as Mingi drilled into you. His thrusts became sloppy as high was approaching. You whined and whimpered about needing to cum and it being too much for you to take. Without warning, Mingi withdrew from you and let out hot robes on cum all over your stomach and cunt.

“Look at the mess you made, Min. Don't you think we should clean you up?”

Yeosang and Mingi dropped their heads down between your thighs and onto your stomach, licking up every drop of cum off of you. You were so fucked out you barely even noticed each of them shoving their fingers into your mouth so you can get a taste. The small licks against your overly sensitive bundle of nerves was enough to send you over the edge once again. You hadn’t even come down from your high before feeling Yeosang pushing his cock against your entrance. Unlike Mingi, Yeosang took his sweet time working himself into you.

“God, you feel like heaven. I’ve waited so long for this”

Yeosang moaned loudly as he pumped into your throbbing hole. Mingi laid next to you, drawing lazy circled on your clit as Yeosang fucked into you sweetly. He was nowhere near as rough as Mingi was but was still hitting so deep inside you, your legs shook.. Your body felt like it was on fire in the most marvellous way.

After a few minutes, his thrusts changed from slow and steady to fast and deep. Even in your fucked out state, you somehow managed to still moan his name as he drilled into your abused hole.

“Take this cock baby. This pussy belongs to me. All fucking mine.” Once again you were nodding like an idiot until Mingi placed his hands back on your throat and squeezed, earning a gasp from you.

“Use your words like a good girl, y/n”

He removed his hands from your throat allowing you to suck in a deep breath before responding.

“Yes, it belongs to you and only you. Fuck Yeosang dont stop!”

You screamed. Hearing his name was all the encouragement he needed to pick up the pace. He fucked into you harshly, your back arched so high you thought it might break if you took any more. Both of your orgasms were approaching as the entire room filled with the three of you moaning. Mingi pumped his cock in his fist at a steady speed while watching Yeosang slam himself into you.

“Please cum for me. Make me yours”

You cried. Tears spilled from your eyes as you clawed at his skin and held on to Mingi’s thigh as your third and final orgasm ripped through your body. Both men let out heavenly sounds as you came all over Yeosang’s cock. That was all he needed to push him over the edge as his thrust became sloppy.

“I’m gonna fuck every last drop of my cum into you”

Yeosang thrusted into you one last time before painting your walls with his seed. Mingi came within a second, spilling himself all over his hand and stomach.

The three of you laid in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Yeosang got up and walked to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a warm towel and some water. Carefully they both cleaned you up and helped you to the bathroom. After you were done, Yeosang picked you up gently and brought you back to the bed. Tucking you into the soft blankets. You weren’t entirely sure when Mingi left but quietly Yeosang sank into bed next to you and pulled you close to him.

“Yeosang, I’m sorry for making you jealous-” He cut you off with a tender kiss before you could continue.

“Y/n, it’s okay. Honestly I wasn’t jealous. I asked Mingi to help me finally tell you how I felt because I didn’t know what to say. Of course, in typical Ming fashion, he came up with a better idea”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.

“Oh so that was all his idea then?”

You questioned playfully.

“Shhh don’t ruin the moment”

Yeosang closed his eyes and pulled you closer to his chest. He had a grin that made your heart melt written all over his face.

“Fine I’ll let it slide as long as I have you all to myself next time”

You said quietly.

“Whatever you want, princess. You’ll have to tell Mingi yourself though”

#ateez #ateez smut #yeosang #yeosang smut #mingi imagines #mingi smut #yeosang imagines #ateez imagines #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #yeosang headcanons #18+#smut #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours #ateez atiny

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jamsterrr · 10 days

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SEONGHWA .. FATAL ATTRACTION 4

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 3k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , may contain typos , slight slow burn. ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 3 here.

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part four ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

a/n: no song today everyone, but stream fatal trouble by enhypen yayy!!!

You woke up early to the sounds of someone arguing outside of your room, though their voices were muffled, you weren't really that much of a heavy sleeper. Your body felt relaxed only slightly annoyed at the people arguing.

You looked over to the male who was sleep, his back turned to you as Pop was also peacefully asleep. A slight smile appeared on your face before you checked the time. '9am' it read. Sighing as you laid back down, hearing the voices fade and a door shut, you tried to go back to sleep, tossing and turning a little but being mindful of the male sleeping next to you. Though that didn't seem to work when a groan escaped his lips.

"Y/N." he mumbled. "Stop moving, I can't sleep". Seonghwa's body adjusting and turning to where he could face you. "Sorry" you mumbled the apology before opting to just get up to not disturb his sleep. Making your way to the bathroom to complete your morning routine, which consisted of; brushing your teeth, washing your face, washing up if needed be, changing your clothes and doing something to your hair. To where you just opted on putting it into a ponytail. It would get too hot to have your hair down.

The feeling of the bedroom floor cold on your feet, slipping some socks on to help your feet get warm. By the time you were out of the bathroom, Seonghwa was out of bed stretching. You gently took the collar off the leash and attached it around your dog's neck, leading him out the room, down the hallway and stairs, outside the backdoor and let Pop out to do his business.

You stepped out on the back porch and took in the fresh air. The breeze hitting your face, the sounds of trees rusting and the water, it all felt domestic and calm to you.

Taking a deep breath, you heard the door you had your back facing open, the person giving you a smile before you smiled back. "I haven't seen you around here much" the woman spoke. She looked to be in her mid 40's which led you to think it was one of Seonghwa's aunts or related to him in some type of way.

"Yes ma'am, this is the first time I've been on one of these trips with Seonghwa's family in a while" You spoke, kind of tired of everyone saying it to you. "Well, I'm happy you're here, maybe there won't be too many boring card nights" the other spoke, taking a puff of the cigarette, putting the orange part between her lips, you holding your breathe a bit. The smell of smoke filling the air around you. Your eyes desperately searching for your dog who popped out from behind a bush.

"Excuse me" you spoke, bowing to the woman and opened the door for both you and Pop to go inside, finally letting out the breath you'd been holding in. You looked up to see Seonghwa, greeting you with a smile. His outfit the complete same of yours. A black tank top that barely did its job, slightly crinkled above his pants, a light blue jean color, accompanied by a matching jean jacket that was hung around his arm. As yours was a black graphic t-shirt with light blue jean shorts.

"You copied my whole outfit" you spoke, cocking your eyebrow towards the male. Though he only chuckled and moved a couple strands of hair out of his face. "I didn't, I have a jean jacket."

Helping the males mother with breakfast as Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat the table. A small plastered on your face from the small talk you were having with his mother. You missed what a character she was. Which kind of made you sad that you were lying to her about being with her son. Your eyes spotted Lily who was coming downstairs, her hands holding onto Mingi's before she spotted you and Mrs. Park. "God, why does she have to come over here" you mumbled to yourself, flipping the pancakes over.

"How can I help?" the woman asked in a cheery tone, her eyes sliding over to you and then back to Mrs. Park. "Here, you can take my job, I'm just cooking eggs" the woman spoke. Great. Lily nodded and made her way to the stove where you were, Mrs. Park leaving the two of you.

"No, it goes spoon, fork on spoon and then knife" she fused at the males who weren't putting the utensils in the order she liked.

Lily looked at you as if she wanted to say something, though you tried not to look her way and only kept your head towards the pancakes. Pouring batter onto the griddle and flipping them.

"Have you thought about apologizing?" the woman spoke, humming as she stirred the eggs. Your eyes cutting to her. "I'm sorry Lily, but i have no reason to apologize to you" you responded, short and quick.

"Look, you should apologize, it's not that hard. You might think you can push other people around, but I'm not them" the woman said, transferring the eggs to another plate. "What do you mean by that? You don't even know me?" you asked confused, who was she to tell you anything about yourself. "I'm just saying" she mumbled, her eyes eyeing at the pancakes. "Let me do these, you can go now" she spoke, you rolled your eyes and scoffed, "Listen, Lily. I'm only going to tell you this once. Hop off. My dick" you stated, flipping the last of the pancakes. "Or this won't be a relaxing trip for either of us."

Your last comment making her scoff. Taking a deep sigh, you tried to collect yourself, not allowing the woman to get to you as much before you finished the last of the pancakes. Putting the dishes away and turning away, attempting to keep your cool.

Today's going to be a good day.

Today's not going to be a good day.

During breakfast, Lily kept throwing shots your way, attempting to make much attention on you. You didn't like attention. Though Seonghwa was helpful throughout the whole thing, taking your hand comfortably and allowing you to squeeze his hand. It helped you calm down as you ate, trying to think of different topics. Pop, your dog who was under the table and you were sure Mr. Park, Yeosang and Hongjoong were feeding table scraps.

Lily's questions about what everyone did for work, what their favorite things to do were, and her side eyes directed to you, cutting you off whenever you spoke. Though Seonghwa's aunt, who's name you learned was Jonghye Song, she was funny and Mingi's mother which is where he probably got his humor from. Though she had no filter. Mrs. Kang was someone you could get along with if it was just in daily life.

Though you were glad breakfast was over and she was back to Mingi's side. Seonghwa looked at you as you eyed the woman, his soft chuckles entering your ear. "You're staring Y/N" the male spoke, grabbing the chairs and pushing them out so he could sweep under the table.

"Sorry, but did you hear her, all she could do was be disrespectful to me" you spoke, whispering to the male as he nodded. "Yeah, I could see it. She's a bit annoying" the male admitted, sweeping up a bit of the crumbs that came from Pop's mouth. "See" you spoke sternly, looking away from the two. Your eyes falling onto the male whose head was down, his long hair falling in his face. "Come here..." you mumbled, taking the scrunchie from your wrist, opting for him to sit down so you were able to reach his head. "What are you doing?" the male questioned as he sat. You shushed the male and shook your head, taking a few pieces of his hair into a ponytail as you tied the hair up and out of his face.

A small smile appearing on your lips as you watched him, his face turning to yours. "Thank you, Y/N", he said softly, your eyes meeting his as they went down to his lips, the plumpy pink plush begging for your lips to meet his. Seonghwa catching on and smirking. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you'd want to kiss me" the male smirked as you rolled your eyes, whispering. "As if." Though he knew better.

"Aw so cute" you heard, rolling your eyes at Yeosang who chuckled, giving the two of you a thumbs up before you moved away and Seonghwa stood up. The two of you snapping back to reality. "Yeah, aren't we just the cutest" you chuckled and gently patted the male's forehead, stepping back and allowing him to get up.

"We were talking about taking a hike, want to join?" Yeosang asked. You looked at Seonghwa and hummed. "Yeah, I think it would be fun" the male spoke. "Looks like we are taking a hike".

Your eyes looked over to Lily's who looked like she had something to say, but didn't, and honestly you were glad.

The six of you went up to your rooms and changed clothes, as well as packing a few water bottles just in case anyone got thirsty or overheated. You left Pop with Mr. and Mrs. Park along with Mrs. Kang, so he wouldn't get too overheated on the hike.

The six of you set off on the trail behind the luxurious cabin house, your eyes looking around for any signs of nature you could shoot with your camera, deciding to bring it along to capture fun moments with your friends, and Lily.

Yeosang and Hongjoong laughing and teasing each other, finding some of the most disgusting looking bugs to call each other. When they both know, they could practically pull any boy or girl they wanted. Seonghwa was next to you, walking to try and keep up. His hair still pulled back into the same ponytail, yet his outfit changed, causing a couple of glances from you but not enough for him to notice, or so you thought.

"AH!" you heard a scream come from behind you, it was Lily's voice. "Oh my god! Mingi grab it!" she shouted towards the male as a snake slithered its way along the path the six of you were taking. Your body shuddered at the movements of the snake. You weren't too fond of them either. It really wasn't the snake itself, but the way it moved in zig zags, the reptilian skin on the snake grossed you out. Your body automatically shifting to hide behind Hwa's figure.

"It's just a snake" Hongjoong spoke, taking a long stick and sliding it over into the grassy forest, next to the trial. "I don't care, its gross!" the woman shuddered and clung to Mingi's arm as he chuckled, placing his hand on top of her head. "Don't worry, it's gone now" he hummed, hoping to calm her down. "Let's just keep walking, I see the view to a waterfall over there" Yeosang stated, running up the dirt path, his hair flying behind his face. You got from behind Seonghwa and followed, his eyes following you as you followed Yeosang and gasped once you finally got to the view.

You gasped. It was one of the most beautiful things you've witness, using your camera to take a couple of pictures of the sight. The sound of the water hitting the rocks felt euphoric.

Lily and the others followed, leaning against the rails. "Hey, Y/N. Mind taking a couple of photos of everyone?" Yeosang asked, hoping to keep the memory. "Yeah! Why not" you spoke shrugging your shoulder, hooking your clicker to your camera, and finding a place to set up. Making your way into the picture, standing between Hongjoong and Yeosang. Using the clicker to take a couple of photos, one for each other to have if they wanted.

A bright smile appeared on your face as you walked to the camera and picked it up, looking through the photos and gasping. "Wow, they turned out amazing" you spoke, "Yeah, we know, you're like the best at your job" Mingi praised, looking at the waterfall. "Thanks" you responded, chuckling a bit.

You took this chance to get more shots. Some of Mingi leaning over the rails, Yeosang and Hongjoong playing around and also requesting pictures. Some of Seonghwa playing around and sitting down on a huge rock. Even some of Lily leaning over the railing.

"Hm, either that was the water bouncing off the river, or its about to rain" Mingi said as he stood up, looking up into the sky. You took this chance to put your camera back securely into the protective case and stuff it in your backpack. "Maybe it was the water bouncing off the river?" Yeosang spoke but was quickly proven wrong as it started to pour down raining. You gasped and lung your backpack onto your shoulder. "Let's go!" Hongjoong yelled as everyone ran down the dirt path.

Though it was no use, you all were 15 minutes from the house on foot, when you finally got back, you hurriedly tossed your backpack onto the porch so it wouldn't get even more soaked than it already was. Seonghwa gently grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house, everyone following along.

"I knew they were going to get soaked" Mrs. Song spoke, her face lifting up from the wine glass that was in her hand, Pop quietly sitting beside her, sleeping.

You chuckled as everyone greeted the woman and made their way upstairs. Yeosang and Hongjoong going to their respective rooms. Mingi and Lily making their way into their room, You and Seonghwa doing the same.

"I hate being wet" you frowned, looking down at your soaked clothes. "That's why I'm going to let you shower first" the male spoke, grabbing his towel that was hanging on the back door. "Just don't take too long, I might be forced to join you" he laughed. "Trust me, I know you want to" you grinned, making your way to the shower and starting it.

You slipped the soaking clothes off your body and into the given dirty clothes basket. Letting the hot water run down your body as you thought, the quiet feeling nice. Hearing small giggles escape Lily's lips. The thin walls like karma to you. How much you envied her relationship, it reminded you of your breakup with Seonghwa. How if you two didn't break up. He'd be able to shower with you. You'd be able to kiss him feely, cling onto him like the clingy girlfriend you once were. Even though it's only been a couple of months since the two of you broke up, it was normal to miss these times. Hell, even missing sex. It's been a while since you were pleasured. And with these thoughts and emotions coming across your body, you didn't know how long you'd be able to contain yourself.

Soon after washing your body, you got out the shower and wrapped the towel around your waist, drying off your body as best as you could and opened the door, spotting Seonghwa who quickly rushed in past you. "Okay, out~!" the male spoke, you stepped out with a chuckle, going to the dresser and getting dressed into something comfortable. A nice matching pajama set that you got with Seonghwa since it was getting a little later in the day, pairing it with a black tank top, similar to the one Seonghwa wore earlier in the day. You sighed letting your body relax on the bed, humming softly.

Sooner than later, you heard the water shutting off, and Seonghwa making his way out, wearing the same matching pajama bottoms. "Copying me now?" you chuckled as he looked over, a grin appearing on his face. "Ah, yeah you know, you are my biggest inspiration" the male said sarcastically, "They're comfortable" he rolled his eyes as he sat on the bed beside you and leaned back.

"I think you copied me; we literally have on the same thing" you said, looking at the male's tank top. "I didn't" he smirked and leaned up, looking at you, his face close to yours. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as you noticed the close proximity of you and Seonghwa, his eyes burning a hole through your face. "Wh-what?" you stuttered as you met the males gaze, his eyes looking you in your eyes then to your lips, and back to your eyes. The whole motion making you want to crumble into the male's arms and give in.

"Nothing, I'm just looking at you, that's not illegal" he spoke, "It can be" you mumbled, clearing your throat as you tried to sit up, but Seonghwa didn't let you budge, his face leaning in until his lips met yours and God did it feel right to kiss the pink plush on his face. Always having to admire the males naturally pink lips. Seonghwa's hands laid flat on your hips.

Your hands finding their way onto the male's shoulders as you let yourself sink into the kiss, your body heating up at each sound. After a few seconds that felt like eternity, you pulled away as he gently bit your bottom lip, gently letting it go. You blushed and cleared your throat, your eyes wandering the males face.

"I should, go and wash our clothes" you said shyly, "Don't want them to get stinky". Seonghwa's hand didn't move as he nodded softly and watched you get off the bed, his hand grazing your ass and flopping on to the empty spot that was now missing you.

You on the other hand grabbed the laundry basket from out of the connected bathroom and made your way to the washroom, loading the clothes into the washing machine as you were met with the familiar face of Lily.

"Mind if I toss me and Mingi's clothes in?" the woman asked and you nodded, adding in the detergent. As Lily was about to walk off you stopped her. "Hey, Lily, what did you mean when you said, 'you were actually apart of the family'?" you asked, though at the time, you didn't think too much about what she said, hoping she didn't know you and Seonghwa's secret.

"Well, not that it's any of your business but..." she leaned in close to you. "Me and Mingi are getting married"

a/n: how are we feeling about Lily everyone? qotd: what's your favorite ateez song? mine is wave or answer

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 5 here.

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struggling-intuit · 10 months

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song mingi

an 18+ headcanon || of his reaction to you sucking him off

jooyoung || planet girl

wc || 0.5k

warnings || NO, MINORS, I SAID NO; gn!reader, big dick!mingi, he's insecure about it though, voice kink?, reader is a bit of a player, one-night stand, mingi is inexperienced and you're showing him the world

First off, this man looks like a fuckboy.

Sorry, it had to be acknowledged, and that’s why you like him anyway. Or rather, you like Mingi for the reason you’ve always liked fuckboys, and that’s how easily you can make them red in the face.

Don’t be shy, you know your way around a man. Up and down a man. All the way into your throat with a man.

Ahem.

That’s how he imagines you though, dressed up all pretty, making him blush with your expert technique.

Yeah, there’s a strategy to it and you’ve got it all figured out, even when it comes to his strapping member. You wouldn’t get scared off by any cock, can’t even understand why he’d be insecure about such lovely length.

Don’t worry, you assure him, I can take it. And you do, all pretty, sexy, serving intense eye contact as you swallow him whole.

You work the heavy underside with soft lips and sopping tongue, admiring the way it’s painted cherub pink stained redder by the minute, the way the lovely flush makes its way across his body to tinge his neck, chest, the tops of his shoulders, the tips of his ears…

He’s swelled to his true size now, a small giant leaking dew at the crown. Is this what they mean when they call it a third leg?

You really wouldn’t have to do much to draw sweetness from his pout, but you’d never half-ass it with a man like Mingi. You want him mewling as you taste his excitement, groaning when you bring his tip to your uvula, seething while you purr around the root, you won’t stop until you’ve heard it all.

His cheeks will be a beacon, the ultimate ruby for your collection. He’s not special, but in that moment he is your one and only.

See, Mingi looks like a fuckboy but he’s not. Doesn’t even wish he was one. Too many have taken his hand, kissed his lips, undid his zipper, and ran.

But not you, no, you get him.

He’s not scary, slutty, sexing up innocents with his too-big dick and throwing them away. He’s just a regular guy, awkward and nerdy and inexperienced and you get that. The gap is why you like him.

Mingi may look like a big deal and have one in his pants, but with you, there’s nothing to fuss about, just cock to suck and wow, do you suck it.

He should’ve asked for your number that night but his mind was all fuzzy from your mouth, throat all sore from shouting and sighing your name in shades of dusk. He was temporary anyway, wasn’t he?

The truth is that he should’ve asked and he definitely should’ve called. You spend the next few nights musing about the existence of such a pretty dick on such a pretty man. What would it have felt like to have him inside you, you wonder.

He dreams of the same.

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more ateez headcanons coming soon!

omg am i in my voice kink era? first jae and now mingi lol

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shinestarhwaa · 3 months

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Mingi angst coming tomorrow!!

#shinestarhwaa #kpop #ateez #angst #mingi #it's been so long since i've written angst #and mingi #so you're in for a treat #it's inspired by a certain taylor swift song #it'll be a little vague #but I like it like that #i hope you do too #i planned it to be released in 18 hours but it might come out earlier #cuz i am impatient when it comes to these things #love u

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beatteez · 9 months

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miss you - s.mg

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idol!songmingi x afab!reader

genre: smut (not directly under the cut), slight fluff? kinda long woops

warnings: softdom!mingi, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (woops), oral (f receiving), not soft but not rough sex?, name calling, uhm do tell if i missed anything, mention of yunho

mingi has been very busy all week but you finally get the chance to see him.

the elevator ride seemed a lot longer than usual, maybe it's because you're going to see your boyfriend you haven't seen in two weeks or its the fact it seems like its stopping at every floor.

you finally get up to your floor and the doors open allowing you to walk out with a few other people who work there.

you walk toward the room mingi told you they were practicing in today and stopped when you reach it. the door is open and you watch the boys practice their song bouncy. they finish and all sit down on the floor together talking about things they could have done better and things they improved on.

you meet eye with mingi and he gets up quickly excusing himself from the group. you step back out more into the hall, away from the opening of the door. mingi comes out immediately wrapping his arms around you.

"missed you so much mings" you say, your words coming out mumbled from your face being pushed against his chest.

"i missed you too baby" he says giving your body a squeeze. you look up at him and pucker up your lips wanting a kiss. he smiles and leans down connecting your lips. it felt so natural despite how long its been since you've even seen him.

you pull away smiling and rub his back soothingly.

footsteps are heard approaching you two from the practice room, causing you to look around mingi seeing the members.

"we were wondering what made him get up so fast" yunho says with a bright smile on his face. you talk with the members for a few minutes before they go to get their belongings so they can leave as well.

"you ready to go?" you ask looking up at your boyfriend. he nods and grabs his coat from the chair right next to the door. he puts it on and grabs your hand intertwining your fingers with his.

you arrive at the elevators again and lean your head against his chest as you wait for it. it opens and you both get on just enjoying each others company as the elevator reaches the ground floor. you get off and start making your way towards your apartment.

"what should we do tonight" he ask giving your hand a squeeze.

"i'll do whatever as long as it's with you min"

as soon as you walk in your apartment his arms are around you and his lips on yours. its something you've missed oh so much these past couple of weeks.

"mm...ming" you mumble as he kisses down to your neck.

"come here" he taps your thighs and you jump wrapping your legs around his waist. he walks towards your room and lays you down keeping his lips on yours the whole time.

your hands rest on the back of his neck keeping him close to you. his hands wondering your body sliding under your ass giving it a squeeze.

a soft moan falls from your lips as you arch your back off the bed. mingi pulls his lip in between his teeth, seeing how you're reacting to his touch. his hands move to your thighs pushing them apart his hand traveling to the inside of your thigh.

"i missed you so much" you whisper kissing down his neck. he groans and unbuttons your jeans wrapping his fingers around the belt loop, tugging them off.

"i think i missed you a bit more" he whispers back, sliding his hands over your pussy his fingers rubbing small circles over your clothed clit. your moans fill his ears and he pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers in you. you let out soft and quiet whimpers as you tilt your head back clenching around his fingers.

"fuck.. you're so wet" you pull his face down to kiss him as he works his fingers in out of you at a nice pace. you clench around his fingers feeling close already since it's been so long.

"gonna cum already pretty girl" he says kissing down to your neck his thumb rubbing over your clit.

"mhm..fuck..if you keep on i will" you whimper out leaning your head back again. he pulls his fingers out slowly and moves down between your thighs and sticks his tongue out pulling your hips closer to him, he licks a long slow stripe up your pussy bringing your clit between his lips.

this sends you over the edge and your hands come down to hold his head still. your legs wrap around his head as you feel the pleasure taking over you.

"good fucking girl" he mumbles kissing your clit softly "gonna make you do that again but on my cock this time" he says kissing up your body reaching your lips.

he flips you over onto your stomach and you hear his pants hit the floor. his hand rubs soothing circles on your ass and you push back against him.

"please ming" you whine needing him more than ever now "need you now"

"calm down baby" he says, you look back and he's jerking his cock as he aligns himself with you and runs his hand down your back, causing you to lean your head on the bed.

you push you ass back onto him and feel him fill you up.

"god baby...you're so fucking tight" he groans stilling inside of you "relax some for me, yeah" he waits for you to adjust and relax some. after you do he pulls out all the way and pushes back in.

your whines fill the room as he picks up his pace. his hand pulling you up flush against his chest, gently gripping your throat. he kisses you not stopping his motions.

"missed this pussy so much, missed everything about you" he says kissing on your neck pulling your head back. his other hand sliding down your body to rub your clit again.

your whines turn into moans and they get louder as your second orgasm approaches. your pussy clenches around his cock so deliciously it causes him to moan out a quiet 'fuck'

"m'gonna cum baby"

"let it go pretty, wanna feel you feel good"

he quickens his fingers against your clit, and feels your body start to shake softly. you see white as your orgasm hits, feeling your body go limp. he pulls out of you and you feel his cum hit your ass, his soft moans filling your ears.

"fuck i missed you so much" he says kissing your cheek.

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mingwrites · 2 months

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Can I request how Ateez would sound in bed (i.e. moaner, grunted, whimper, silent, loud).

thanks for requesting nonnie!!! hope u enjoy <3

how ateez sound in bed

seonghwa ~ very vocal in bed. he mostly makes soft, breathless moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you ride his dick. his brain becomes too fogged up with the feeling of you to form words, so he relies heavily on those sounds to let you know that you're doing well, that he feels good, and that he loves you. he also tends to bite his lip a lot, producing hums rather than open-mouthed moans. "mmmmh, mmh, you feel so-ahh-so good..."

hongjoong ~ a focused man and attentive lover, hongjoong tends to be a little more quiet during sex as he's so focused on making you feel good. the best way to hear his adorable, hoarse whimpers is when you suck him off or give him a handjob. that's when he's able to lie back, close his eyes, and fill the room with the sounds of his pleasure. "yessss, that's good, baby... mmm...! just like that..."

yunho ~ lots of grunting when he fucks into you. he puts a lot of strength into his thrusts and likes to make that apparent, producing low, almost growl-like sounds every time his hips pound against yours, his dick filling you completely. also has a tendency to laugh during sex, smirking cockily, specifically when you let out one of your own sounds or tell him how good he makes you feel. "mm, mm... my baby feels good? hah... so cute..."

yeosang ~ yeosang is on the quieter side, as he can be a little shy, even with you. during sex, he makes plenty of pretty little whimpers and groans, just at a very soft volume. he grows louder the longer your pussy squeezes his dick, the more he comes undone. he's also way too shy to talk much, so he instead communicates with little, desperate noises and broken sentences. "mm, mm, ah... i love it... mmmh..."

san ~ he tries to stay mostly silent in terms of moaning, instead opting to just tell you directly what he's feeling. in other words, he's big on dirty talk. while you will catch occasional low hums, especially when he's close to orgasm, he mostly prefers to be teasing you for the sounds you make. "you're so tight... mmm... i can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me. you're close, huh baby?"

mingi ~ mingi is unashamed of the type and amount of sound he makes, often using them as a substitute for words when he gets too worked up. he'll make quick, deep grunts when he fucks you, higher-pitched whimpers when you suck him off, and long, gruff moans when you fuck yourself on his dick. he loves the sound of your voice echoing in harmony with his. "mm, mmm, just like that, doll... ahh, yeah... take me down your throat..."

wooyoung ~ loud, loud, loud. in both the amount of moans and blabbering half-sentences you're able to get out of him, and in the volume of those sounds. wooyoung is shameless and unafraid to cue you (and your neighbors) in on exactly how he's feeling. on any given night, you'll hear him talking dirty, laughing, whimpering, moaning, and sometimes sobbing. "aaahhh, y/n, y/n, it's too much...! ah, ah, ah... mmm, so good..."

jongho ~ tries very hard to make as little noise as possible. he's rather shy and not always comfortable with that level of vulnerability, so he prefers to listen in on your sounds instead. also a master of dirty talk, he uses that skill to get the prettiest sounds out of you. of course, when he cums, he can't always hold back, and will let choked, high-pitched moans slip through. "mm, you feel so good... keep going, love... i'm gonna... ahh, aaahh...

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kpop-stories-21 · 10 months

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More Than A Thrill | Masterlist

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: OT8 x Fem!OC

Ongoing Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Werewolf AU, Vampire AU, Dragon AU, Demon AU, Siren AU, Supernatural AU, Dark Themes, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Hunter!OC, Werewolf!Hongjoong, Werewolf!Mingi, Vampire!Seonghwa, Vampire!Yeosang, Dragonborn!Yunho, Boogeyman!San, Incubus!Wooyoung, Siren!Jongho, strong language, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), dark content, polyamory, supernatural creatures, hunters of the supernatural, mistreatment, physical abuse (more warnings will be added as the story progresses)

Summary: There were countless times Elia Kanisson killed supernatural creatures, and eight times she didn't.

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Colour Key: Blue = Jongho or Mingi || Green = Hongjoong || Red = Seonghwa or Yeosang || Orange = Yunho or Wooyoung || Purple = San || No Colour = All of Them

Content Key: 🐑 = Fluff 💋 = Smut 💔 = Angst 🩸 = Violence and/or Gore

Part 1 | A Gathering of Others

Chapter 1: Siren's Call💔🐑 || Chapter 2: Cry To The Moon || Chapter 3: Eyes In The Night || Chapter 4: Fire & Fury || Chapter 5: Pushed To The Edge || Chapter 6: Howling Heart || Chapter 7: Breaking Bonds

Part 2 | A New Way Of Life

Chapter 8: Adjusting ||

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teezersfics · 15 days

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Desperate ~ Choi San

“Desperation can lead you to do things, much more, beyond your imagination. I am definitely up for it-”

♡ EROTICA ATEEZ ♡

Warnings : MDNI 18+, dom!reader, sub!san (mostly), angry sex, punishment (to san), riding, mommy calling, degradation, oral (f) receiving, hand cuffs(?), NO PROOF READ, if any mistakes please understand,

Word Count : 3.1k

A bit story at the start, (kind of like, almost 1k) 😅

(I was so hell bent on finishing this, idk what i have written, so, ig, enjoy)

It was one of those days when you'd come home from work, only to drown into pure bliss as soon as you open the door. Dimly lit house, scented candles, slow music on in low volume, and……..your man, in your favourite clothes, in tuxedo vest, matching trousers, his hands cuffed behind his back, (which he himself did), eyes on the floor, which lit up as soon as he heard the door open. Oh San~

It's very rare that you'd come to this situation, and it's the very first time when San were so desperate to have you, to just gave a good fuck, which you were not giving to him. The desperation he had, made him do what you see in front of your eyes right now. Full submission, very very rare sight to see. And the reason-

It actually all started when San was getting a little too close with one of the girl in gym. Well, both of your gym timings were different cuz of work, but that day you went to surprise him and workout together because of your shift change, but, you saw him helping other girl with her workout. You did tell him about your shift change but you still kept it hidden about your same gym timings. You wanted to see how far it goes.

There was a moment when you did realise that it was basically keeping your boyfriend in shadow and stalking him and lying to him, being too possessive and acting insecure. Everyday you tried confronting about it to San, that you don't like him training with other girl, but that day never came. He did ask you why you didn't join gym again, bit you just told him that you want to take a break from gym because you were still adjusting to the shift change. But everyday, you used to leave after him for gym, and leave gym before he does and reach home early, so that he doesn't suspect.

But eventually, the help with weights, turned into working out together. Simple ‘bye's turned into hugs. Her trying to get gym mirror selfies with him. You knew San would never cheat on you or think of any another woman when he is with you. But, the way, SHE was being with him was very suspicious. The was she looked at him while he talked or worked out, poking his biceps, purposefully asking for help were not needed. The gym was quiet big and had alot of equipments, so it was quiet easy for you to hide also with a hood on your head while working out.

But, it was the limit when they were taking mirror selfies for a little too long. They were posing like, him flexing his biceps and her grabbing a handful of his bicep and being shocked. Basically, she was just pretending that the selfie was not coming out right, so that she could just touch him for longer. It fried your brain in an annoying way, that you decided to go surprise them.

You just stood behind them, far, looking them in the mirror, your hood off, and as he saw, he snapped his head back, not expecting to see you there. Him being him, he left the girl standing there and came to you.

“Hey baby, when did you come here.”

You didn't say anything.

“Hey, do you want to meet my new friend. She is ve-”

“We are going home.”

He knew something was wrong.

You confronted about it and told him about all the stuff happened that you observed in the past two weeks.

“But, baby, we are just friends, what so big deal about it?”

“Oh really. I made one of my girls do friendship with her. When they got close and talked, your so called friend said she fell for you. She knew you had a girlfriend, but she said she'd still do anything to get with you. How'd you explain that?”

It was quiet a cold war since then. You were especially angry and disgusted by the girl, but you were also angry on him because he just let it all happen when he could've maintained distance at right time. You both still went to gym together but did separate workouts. You didn't speak that well with him. At first it was just anger, but then you figured out how to turn it into good punishment.

Just when you knew he'd get home from work, you started pleasuring yourself in your shared bedroom, moaning loudly, but not taking his name, pretending that you don't know he is home, when he actually is. Wearing revealing dresses, posting selfies with your male bestfriends from work, using addicting perfumes, etc. He tried alot of times to hold hands with you, trying to make you smile, or trying to have a conversation with you, but you always ruined it for him. You knew you were getting him worked up. And you got the confirmation when you just came home from work, heard moaning sounds, turns out he was jerking himself off while thinking about you, softly moaning your name. Exactly what you wanted.

But you still decided to play hard, always denying having a straight conversation without messing up. Getting him worked up everytime. It was kinda giving him the taste of his own medicine, cuz this usually happened with you, where he tested your patience and punished you sometimes for not behaving. But, this was your time. After weeks of ignoring and playing cold, you knew that two possibilities might happen soon. 1) Him apologising and making it up to you. 2) Your plan not working out and him punishing you instead. But, he is a total good boy when you degrade him at times. And you Exactly knew how to make the first one work.

Present Day~ 9:30 AM

“Well, I am not having breakfast. I am already late.” You said annoyed.

“Y/n, atleast have breakfast before you leave. I know you are not talking to me but, please eat something.”

“San, I am already in a bad mood, don't get me more worked up.”

“Y/n, just listen-”

“Listen what? Listen to you. Do you ever listen to me, did you listen to me when I told you to maintain distance with her, you saw what happened at the end. You always expect me to be a good girl to you. But, have you ever been good boy to me?”

This was it, you shot your bullet. He has a thing of getting called as ‘good boy’, you were saying all this while still packing your bag, not paying full attention to hum, but still you catched it from corner of your eye how his head snapped when you said ‘good boy’. There was sure silence after that sentence, and you left. Left with the hope that the argument might be a bit helpful to you.

Present Time~

The way you were suppressing yourself from smirking. Getting him on knees for you, one of your hobbies. The way he is literally giving you what you want.

“Oh look, what we've got here.” You coo. You've always wanted to do this. Dominate.

“So, this is how it looks like when tables turn. Preety.” You say heading towards him, his eyes tracking you as you go near and near to him.

“Arguing so hard about the stuff, even though you knew, you will have to be on your knees for forgiveness some day, hmm, San?”

You are now circling him, your one hand caressing through his hair making him close his eyes in the pleasure of touch, but sooner than he imagined, there is a painful frown on his face as you yank him a bit by his hair making him look in front, to you. Crouching a little, to match his eye level, you ask with a smirk.

“Finally decided to be a good boy?”

“I- I am….sorry. Really, really so- ah-”

You yank him again, in mid sentence.

“It doesn't end with saying sorry. You will show mommy how sorry you actually are. You will, right?”

There's a glimmer in his eyes, nodding furiously.

“Good boy. Come.”

With this, you leave his hair and sit at the edge of the couch, shoulders leaned back on the couch, and legs spread. He crawls on his fours between your legs. He is looking up at you, like a puppy waiting for the owner to pat him. Glimmer of hope in his eyes. Finding the keys to his cuffs on the tea table, you uncuff him. He knows what he is supposed to do next, and so he does.

Unbuttoning your trousers, he pulls them down to your knees. His hand goes to your clothed core rubbing it with his thumb, a sigh leaves both of your mouth. His other hand on your waist his head dips to your clit rubbing his nose slightly, making you throw your head back on the couch. A month, too long since you both have fucked and you craved this alot, as much as him. He rubs your clit until he starts feeling the warmth and wetness.

Next second, he pulls your panties down, completely removing your trousers and panties and tossing them in the room. He pulls you more on edge by the back of your knees making you yelp a little. No wonder, he's always been a dom, even though he is sub right now, this is his way of having you, rough, but you like it.

He starts with giving light kisses to your clit and inner thighs, quick and wet kisses. Soon, he starts with deep kisses, as if he is making out with your clit. Deep slow kisses, already making you moan. Your hands finds his hairs. The sensation is so overwhelming, that even you don't notice your legs closing in, but he did, ofcourse. He swiftly spreads your legs wide. You both know what's the next step. He starts sucking and lapping on your clit, as if he's been starved. Your toes curl in the pleasure, eyes tight shut. Both of your hands gripping his hairs, pulling on them. That makes him moan in pain right on your clit, making you moan too. The vibrations of his moan travelling in form of goosebumps in your body. Goshhh, you craved this so much.

He enters his tongue, making you moan out his name loudly. He for sure knows how to give best head. He starts sliding his tongue in and out, tilting his head bit by bit, making sure he is licking every corner of your pussy. The heat rising in your body is making you remove all the clothes from your body. You loosen your tie subconsciously. But as soon as he curled his tongue inside you, made you jolt and moan, but his strong grip bought you crashing down on the couch. A little bit more sucking tightened the knot in your stomach. As you start clenching around his lips, he knew that it was time.

“Cum for me, mommy.” He requests.

“Hm?” You say raising your eyebrow, not because you were ordering him around, but because you were genuinely shocked by the desperation in his voice. But he took it as if you were questioning him, so he pleads again, more desperate to have you cummed.

“Pl- please, cum for me…”

After a little more sucking and licking, you cum all over his face, and he licks every single drop off your clit and thighs. As he looks up to you, his wet throat, chin and droopy eyes turns you on more. You drop your head back on the couch, looking at the ceiling above, breathing heavily. But, you know the show hasn't ended yet. There's more you can do to make him plead, a smirk appear on your face.

As he is wiping his chin, you try to push him to side, pretending that you are done. But he senses it, and holds you down by your knees as you try to stand up. His head dipped low, looking at the floor, but you still raise a him at him.

“What?”

There's no response, you want to laugh so bad right now, because you know very well what he wants, but would it be really fun if you give it to him so easily?

“I said what? I am done.”

His head snapped at you, looking you in eyes, troubled expression on his face, as if you said something so terrible. Again raising one eyebrow you provoke him more.

“Please-”

“Please what?”

“You know, y/n-”

“You can say more with your mouth, you know?”

“Y/n, we- we just haven't fucked in long. Please, please, I want you so bad, please.”

He is literally holding your thighs so tightly which are definitely gonna leave marks.

“And, how you ask for it?”

He does not know how to as for it more politely. But, he is ready to do anything that comes to his mind right now. He hurriedly hold your foot in his hand kissing it several times. This kinda shocked you because it was so unexpected.

“Please” He say in low voice. Well, it did please you.

“Fine” You say and he looked you in eyes, to confirm that he heard right. And, so he wasted no time carrying you in bridal style and walking towards bedroom.

Once reached he sets you on bed quickly getting on top of you. But, that's not your plan for today.

“Uh huh, I am incharge today, pet. On your back.” He halted his actions and did what you ordered him to. Laying on his back, he gave you full control. You first sat on his torso slowly undressing yourself. Removing your somewhat remaining clothes, your coat, then unbuttoning your shirt, but still keeping your bra on. That's for the fun part.

Then, it's time for your favourite. His tuxedo vest. The way his biceps pops out from the vest, it makes him look so powerful and intimidating but the fact that it's opposite, the fact that you have him in your control right now, is very amazing thought to have. You unbutton his vest removing it from him, the heavily toned chest in view, his nippers hard, toned abs and his V-line and veins alongside the V-line disappearing into his trousers. Oh, what a sight, and that too under you. You caress his torso like there's no tomorrow, finally tugging on his pants.

You already have his dick poking your ass from under his pants. You just know it desperately needs to be freed right now. Shifting yourself on his thighs you unbuckle his pants. Palming and messaging his dick through his boxers you already get whispered moans from him. You won't admit it aloud but you are as desperate as he is. Pulling his boxers down, completely removing it from him. You take his dick in your hand, Jerking him, from down to up, slightly putting a pressure on his vein, that's popping out, from his base to his tip, getting a moan from him. You like it so much when he moan so loud. Makes you feel so powerful.

But, no more wasting time, you get on top, just above his dick. Holding it right at your entrance, taking a deep breathe, you slide down. When you completely sit on it, you both let out a sigh. No matter that you are in dom now, the fact that he is so big, it makes you hesitate to move. Keeping your both hands on his chest, you take the support. Eventually, you start to move. The feeling of being full is numbing you. But, soon you gain the momentum and start grinding yourself on him, going back and forth.

Leading down, you kiss him, open mouth, tounges already in each others mouths, your hands now in his hairs, but then you suddenly clench around him resulting in him moaning right on your mouth, eyes shut. He is so sub right now, it makes you want to make him moan more. Even though it is quiet difficult to keep your pace, you still sit up, thus time bouncing on him rapidly. Room literally fills with both of your moans, loud, loud enough to let all the neighbours know about your sweet time. Hearing him moan literally like a girl is so addicting. But, you have one more trick up your sleeve.

You stop bouncing and start pulling on his dick by clenching more harder. He screams in pain because of the pulling.

“Ah, ah y/n please, please that- that hurts, ah-”

“Oh does it?”

“Uhhh, ah don't please.-”

You enjoy listening him scream like that but it's kind of hurtful for you too. The know forms in your lower belly, denoting that you are close. So, you start grinding again, at a low pace, slow movements but deep, reaching for your g-spot. His hands on your hips, helping you keep the pace and grind deeper, making you feel fucked I'm the head, your eyes rolling back, sweat formed all over the body. The numb feeling is growing, not know how much longer you will keep yourself still.

“Y/n, I am close..”

“Me too babe, come on, cum inside me.”

He nods in response and you feel his hot cum shooting inside you, making you cum too. As soon as you both come, you fall upon him, laying on his chest, you can hear his fastened heartbeat, pounding in his heart. And then you hear him.

“Baby, I am really sorry. I- I kinda felt that she was getting too close, but I never knew she would go that far.” He says hurriedly between pants.

“The fact that you told nothing about her to me, made me much angrier.”

“I said I am sorry babe.”

“If it wasn't for me and my friend, she would've created problems between us, do you get it.”

“I get it, I get it, and I apologise. I can do anything to show you how sorry I am.”

You are just happy that he is that devoted to prove his loyalty to you.

“No need, it's all good now. I am not angry anymore.”

You chuckle and just lay in that position for a while until both of your heartbeats become stable. But you hear him again.

“Now that we have got it settled, and also the fact that we haven't done this in while. Let's get to second round. This time, I am dom.” And you a flipped on your back in a blink.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

One would expect the hands of a god to be dipped in gold, fine and slender for one who’s never touched dirt. A god should smell like the fields of lilies and freesias and have eyes brimming with the cosmos. But he didn’t look like delicacy wrapped in satin, nor lips plump in tinted pink. His eyes weren’t of new or dying stars. Instead, he looked like Death had become his friend. His hands wore callouses like medals a soldier would collect from battle. He smelled of putrid wet dog and had scattered dirt marks across his rough cheeks. His chapped lips hugged the rim of a glass cup of rum, and his tainted red hands clenched to the collar of a dead man. He was far from the divine, as one would suppose they should be. But he held the same merciless and cold tone of all the gods before him.

Yunho liked the choir of pained men and the shades of crimson they'd spill when injured. He found purpose in his job as a mercenary because the ‘before’ never gave him any. Of course, he is no monster; he hadn’t danced or smiled at the thought of killing a human. But he didn’t fear it or dwelled with pity when the time came. He made none of it personal, just another job. Even now, as he lay comfortably in an armchair in the manor of the dead man who he waited to drain lifeless, he thought nothing of it.

He looked down at the blonde fellow and watched as his eyes looked for an angel in this dimming darkness. Yunho would have ended his life in a second, but a second isn’t enough to drink a glass. And he’d had a long day. So he opted to pierce his wrists and just watch him slowly leave him.

Taking another sip, he let go of the man and kicked his feet onto the big, rounded armrest. He imagined himself as an outsider looking in; he grimaced. I look like a wet mutt. The sight of himself sitting in an expensive fabric armchair with black torn clothes that smell like a week's worth of a needed shower. And his short brunette, disheveled hair didn’t seem to fit his surroundings.

Yunho gulped the last bit, letting a droplet fall from the corner of his lips and off his jaw. He looked down at the man and questioned, “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

The man only hummed uncleared prayers. “Of course, you don’t. It was a dumb question for me to ask. A man of your status would know nothing of a place like this. Tell me, how many men and women did you have to undress to get this petty of a prize? Because from what your brother has told me, you seem to be a man of honor and ego.”

Letting the glass cup fall on the wide carpet, Yunho straightened again in the seat and watched the fire crackle as it warmed up the room. His figure cast a wide shadow against the enormous wall of family portraits and emerald wallpapered walls. Even in the light of the fire, he looked like one of the humans, nothing like his godly father.

A flash of a sickening memory erupted through the bright flames; circular walls of stone encaged him as shackles dug into his wrists. Holding him up from the fire below as one would hang a carcass at a butcher shop. He still remembered how his bareback would slowly melt from the cooking heat. Yes, Yunho is a god. But he also bears the genes of a human, like his mother. He healed quickly, but the marks of burnt skin still dressed the right side of his back. And even now, underneath his black clothes, he felt his skin move. ‘Phantom pain,’ they had told him. And his hand itched to trace over the ragged skin.

He brought himself back and looked down again; the man was dead. “Your brother loved you [you] know. And in the end, your life was his choice to end.”

Outside the manor stood an adequate man with a long coat and a top hat that outed his figure from the rainy night. Yunho watched him from the second-floor living room window. Quietly waiting, amusingly studying him. Is he afraid to come in? Why would you be when you chose this? The man continued to linger by the front gate of the home, pacing back and forth. Sometimes he would approach the doors, hands raised to twist the doorknob. But then he would quickly scurry back to where he began. Coward.

He rolled his eyes at the sight of the man, turning around, walking over the dead, and making his way down the stairs. The birch-wood handle of the stairs glosses passed his palm. A chandelier of small diamonds swayed ever so slightly above him, almost unnoticeable. And the light green stairs carpet was now dirtied by his muddy footsteps from when he’d first entered. The home's first floor opened up to a second living room and dining room. Riches of men is something Yunho never understood. Yet, he never understood much of the humans' ways.

His palm tightened around the silver knob, and when the ‘click’ is heard, he lets the door swing outward. Droplets struck like delicate stings, yet he remained unbothered as he stepped out into the cobblestone steps. Slowly, one step at a time, letting the rain shower him as he made his way to the unnerved man.

“It’s too late to be a coward,” he spoke as if he had only muttered those words to himself, but the man jumped at the sound of his gravelly voice.

The man tugged at the break lines of his coat, tugging one part under the other, and his hands nestled in the warmth under his arms. “I-I’m not a coward.”

“Then go bury your brother,” Yunho gestured behind him.

The man stared at him, stiff on his spot as drops of rain bounced off the top and rim of his hat. Yunho narrowed his eyes, stepping aside as a way to urge him. The sky bloomed in white for a second, striking the clouds with a rope of lightning, and the man jumped again, but this time, he scattered quickly to the gate of the home. He fought with the rusty handle but stumbled in, hesitantly walking past Yunho, who just raised a brow at him. He passed him and stopped at the doorway's light; his mid-age features now illuminated enough to show his fear.

“Isn’t this part of the job?” he mumbled, but Yunho didn’t turn to face him.

“You paid me to kill him, not to be his undertaker. The body is yours to dispose of.” He made his way past the gate, a puddle bursting from his step. “Oh, and by the way”—he lifted his right index finger—“if you mention my name, I will kill you. As of tonight, you’re a murderer.”

The oak walls glowed in honey as the dim lighting of a singular light fixture hung above the small booth he’d picked at the inn. He rested against the window that echoed small patters of the never-ending rain; he couldn’t even tell which droplets cascaded down from his wet hair or from outside. But his gaze never left the fume that danced up and away from his mug of coffee; the ghost of crackling flames of the past whispering to him like a haunt.

He took steady sips of it, letting its warmth cradle his insides as he fought with his own discomforting want. Yunho preferred the cold, the stinging-teeth-shattering cold, because warmth never felt the same again.

The shrill and rich sound of a cello accompanying a piano meddled itself between the talks and whispers of those in the establishment. Silverware clinked quietly as it took another piece of a meal from a ceramic plate and thuds from cups being set down after every sip or gulp. Cohesion in sound worked flawlessly in the small ‘Ulow Inn,’ something which helped quiet Yunho’s thoughts.

A woman in blue stood beside his table now, waiting for him to take notice of her presence as she held both hands behind her back. Yunho did notice—but he didn’t care. He’s had this happen before, rarely, but it did happen. And when it did, he always did what worked, ignored, furrowed his brows with fake anger, and grumbled if he’s spoken too. Most knew not to approach him though, for he doesn’t carry a friendly demeanor one would call remotely inviting. Yet there were still women and men like the one who now stood beside his booth.

“Yunho…” she peeped up.

Interesting—He grabbed the mug and let the bitter coffee coat his tongue as he thought of how a stranger knew of his name. Since the ‘before,’ he’d adopted the name Caius as a way to fade deeper into the forgotten. Smoothly and purposely, he only turned his gaze to her as a warning and sat the mug on the table loudly to make her jump. And he succeeded. He saw her sway nervously as she attempted to call out his name again, but he raised his hand to stop her.

“Give me a reason as to why I shouldn’t kill you.”

She stood there, hesitant but unmoving, and for a moment, she tried taking a step towards the cushioned sitting in front of him but stopped when she heard the cracking of his fingers. Regardless of whether she was brave, he had already decided to kill her. Yunho made sure that no one alive knew his name.

“I know you guys were just children, and your memories can easily forget things at that age…but I’m sure you remember Hongjoong,” her words came out frail and careful, as if speaking to a wolf, and even when she mentioned his name, he sensed the edge to it.

He leaned back in his seat and sighed, tirelessly rubbing his eyes as he let himself relax. “I still don’t know who you are, which means what I’ve said before still stands.”

This time, she took his posture as an invitation and sat down. Her hands were now resting at the table; fingers intertwined that displayed a small yet shiny diamond ring. And it wasn’t long after that his tongue clicked, and he closed his eyes in understanding.

“He’s dead,” she blurted out.

Her brown eyes carried sorrow as he snapped his attention to her. He doesn’t care—he shouldn’t care. Yet he felt his throat tighten at the words that reverberated in his mind.

“I know he’s invited you to come and visit him countless times, and you couldn’t because you’ve been busy. But I’m asking you to take this last invite”—she puts a small black card in front of him—“and actually make it. For him….”

He took the flimsy card, tracing his thumb over the cursive letter of his real name. “I believe he’s been lying to you.” Confusion riddled her face, and he softly tossed the card back to her, “I never said ‘I was busy.’ I never responded.”

As she stared at him with a look of disbelief, perhaps hurt. He leaned on the window again and ignored her, counting each droplet that fell and disappeared.

“How much then,” she peeped.

He turned to her with a furrowed brow. “How much what?”

“How much do you want, to attend the funeral?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

He felt a pang of guilt wash over him. He had never expected her to offer money. “I don’t want your money,” he said firmly.

“Then why?” she asked, desperation lacing her tone. “Why won’t you come to his funeral? Why won’t you pay your respects to someone who cared about you?” Her words echoed in the room's stillness, begging for an answer.

Yunho took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he let the memories flood back in. Memories of a childhood friend who resembled a brother who had always been there for him, even when he didn't deserve it. Memories of laughter, tears, dreams, and hopes once shared under the roof of agonies.

But those memories were now tainted by the blood on his hands, by the sins he had committed in the name of survival. He didn't deserve to mourn Hongjoong, to shed tears for someone he’d denied countless times.

“I can't,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Fighting with the facade he’d learn to take comfort in. “I can't face him, not after what I've become.”

The woman looked at him, her eyes full of understanding and compassion. “You don't have to face him,” she said softly. “You just have to say goodbye.”

Yunho opened his eyes, and for the first time in years, he felt the weight of his burden lift just a little as if someone had dusted away the bits of shadows that had made their way to the surface. Maybe he couldn't undo the past, but he could still honor the memory of Hongjoong.

“Okay,” he said.

As he uttered those words, he felt a darkness stir within him, a reminder of all the lives he had taken, all the blood he had spilled. The thought of attending the funeral made him uneasy, a feeling of guilt he had buried deep inside resurfacing like a haunting melody.

Yet, it could be his way of seeking redemption, a chance to make amends for his sins. The room fell into a haunting silence as Yunho stared out the window, lost in thought. The rain continued to pour as if the skies themselves were mourning the death of his friend.

As he stood up to leave, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. The face that stared back at him was that of a killer, a ruthless man who had lost his humanity in the pursuit of freedom—or revenge, although he’d always seem to blur the two. Not the one Hongjoon would recognize if he were the one sitting with him.

He took a long sip of what was left of his coffee, savoring the bitterness that matched his own feelings. The cello's mournful tune continued to fill the air, and Yunho felt as if it were playing just for him, a requiem for the parts of him that had died long ago. Slowly, he reached out and picked up the black card. His fingers traced over the letters of his real name, a name he had long since abandoned. But it felt right to use it now, to honor Hongjoong's memory properly.

He pieced himself together, a small sense of embarrassment washing over his cheeks and ears in disbelief he’d shared any true thoughts with a woman he’d never met. Tucking the card into a hidden pocket inside his coat, he gazed at her in seriousness, “Don’t ever use my real name.” Yunho turned away from her and left. Leaving whatever words she wished to say lying on her tongue.

The funeral had an eerie hollowness that seemed to permeate the air. The whispered blessings from the priest appeared more like a performance than genuine faith. Every word was muttered with a hint of bitterness and disgust, as though each syllable carried a venomous sting. It’s hard to play a believer when you’ve met your God’s. Especially when those divine beings fell short on ones ideals. Nonetheless, the priest executed his script flawlessly, skillfully selecting which phrases to elongate, distracting from the preceding nonsense, and which ones to swiftly skim over, preserving the illusion.

As Yunho's gaze lingered on the priest, he found himself dissecting the subtle cues he had noticed from a young age. The exhaustion etched into the eyes, the bags beneath them clinging to the contours of the bony sockets, lips cracked and tinged with a bruised hue, and fingernails carrying a shade of green reminiscent of ivy. It became evident – he was a sinner. Before the fall of the old order, humanity was seen as vessels of sin, at least according to the ancient scriptures. People were believed to labor their way toward redemption and purity. However, when the gods emerged, gripping the lands with their pride, reshaping perceptions. They made it clear that the notion of inherent sin was a falsehood. Humans are a part of the divine as the gods themselves, and sin was as natural as instincts in animals.

Yet, the gods maintained a clear division between the untainted and the stained. With the existence of purity, the concept of impurity also prevailed. Those chosen to serve as messengers were expected to embody this purity, to set an example for all. While humans could stray into sinful territory, messengers were expected not to. ‘A symbol should never lose its meaning and luster in the eyes of the world.’ Thus, whenever a messenger ‘sinned,’ a severe ritual ensued. Days of wakefulness were endured, accompanied by pleas for hollow forgiveness. The gravity of their transgression was underscored as fellow messengers in their covenant struck them across the mouth, silencing any unholy utterances that might escape.

Lastly, the distinctive condition of the fingernails served as an additional marker. These greenish nails were a manifestation of the poison that messengers were compelled to ingest. This poison rendered them more pliable, easier to control. The gods had no intention of allowing their messengers to roam free, spreading dangerous ideas or even giving rise to new deities, particularly those that had lain dormant for centuries.

“...blessed be their soul for their journey will begin again,” he ended and lastly drew a spiral in mid-air as a signifier of the church and its gods. The Endless, they called it.

The mourners shifted uncomfortably as the priest finished his scripted words, his performance of piety coming to a close. Yunho couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the whole affair. He had never been one for organized religion, especially not the worship of gods he had personally met and found lacking.

As the priest stepped away, the crowd began to disperse slowly. They exchanged polite condolences and fake smiles, a façade of grief that didn't fool Yunho. Death had always been a part of his life, a constant companion in his line of work. He had seen it in countless forms, from the tragic to the brutal, and it had desensitized him to the sorrow that surrounded him now.

Yunho moved away from the gathering, his footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path that led through the cemetery. The rain had stopped, leaving the ground wet and the gravestones glistening with moisture. He couldn't help but notice how the atmosphere had shifted, the eerie hollowness of the funeral now replaced by an oppressive silence.

As he wandered deeper into the cemetery, the somber rows of headstones standing like silent sentinels, Yunho felt a chill seep through his coat. He paused, pulling his collar up against the biting wind that rustled through the bare branches above. His eyes were drawn to a particularly old tombstone, half-covered in moss, its inscriptions barely legible. He didn't need to read the name to know who rested there; his memory served as the perfect ledger of his past actions.

A distant church bell tolled, its sound muted by the dense fog that had begun to settle over the graveyard. Yunho's thoughts drifted to the lives he had touched, the ones that had ended at his own hands. He wondered about the ghosts that might haunt this place, their whispers lost in the wind, their stories untold.

Yunho's gaze settled on her, a shadow of uncertainty crossing his face as Hongjoong's wife approached. The mist curled around her figure like a cloak, softening her steps on the damp grass.

"He mentioned you, you know," she said, her voice carrying a warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold air. Yunho's brow arched, a silent question forming as he weighed the implications of her knowledge.

"There's not much to say about what we've been through," Yunho replied, his voice low, tinged with a hard-earned weariness. "Just misery and endings."

She nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes. "I know. But Hongjoong remembered differently sometimes. He spoke of the better moments amidst the bad."

Yunho's expression shifted, a flicker of curiosity breaking through the guarded aloofness. "Like what?"

"Like the night after Reveras went too far with you," she continued, her voice gentle. "Hongjoong told me how he helped you climb that old oak outside the compound. He said he wanted you to feel as grand as the tree one day, above the reach of pain."

The memory surged back, unbidden and sharp, stirring a tumult of emotions in Yunho's chest. He had forgotten, or perhaps chosen to forget, that moment of innocent rebellion, a brief reprieve in a life otherwise marred by darkness.

Yunho's gaze dropped, a sigh escaping his lips. "Hongjoong was always too sweet for the bitterness in that place," he said, his tone laden with a blend of sorrow and admiration.

She watched him, waiting for him to continue, sensing there was more he was struggling to express. Silence hung between them for a moment, thick with unspoken pain.

A memory resurfaced, vivid and haunting. Yunho had been sneaking through the corridors when he stumbled upon Hongjoong and his father in the courtyard. Three rabbits lay before them, quivering in fear. Hongjoong's father, a stern man with a cruel streak, had commanded his son to kill them. Hongjoong, tears streaming down his face, had refused, his small body shaking with sobs that seemed too intense for a child to bear. His father, growing impatient, grabbed him roughly, forcing two maids to hold his eyes open. With a swift, brutal motion, he slaughtered the rabbits one by one. Hongjoong's cries only grew louder, a piercing sound that echoed through the compound.

Beatings never worked on Hongjoong; he was too much of a martyr to be beaten into obedience. Yunho couldn't decide whether he admired or was frustrated by this stubborn resilience. He remembered feeling a mix of anger and helplessness, wanting to shield his friend from such cruelty but knowing he was powerless to intervene.

"He was too gentle for his own good," Yunho continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "He never let them break him, no matter how hard they tried. I used to wonder if that was a strength or a curse."

Yunho’s gaze remained distant, eyes clouded with thoughts he couldn’t escape. “How did he die?” he asked, voice halting as if the words themselves were heavy. Rationally, he knew he shouldn’t want to know, shouldn’t get tangled up in memories or the family he’d tried so hard to distance himself from. That distance had kept him alive. Yet, a part of him couldn’t help but wish he had done something, anything, to save his friend.

She moved around to face him fully, her expression tight with restrained bitterness. “One day, I thought he was working,” she began, her tone steady but laced with suppressed emotion. “But guards brought his body to our front doorstep in nothing but an old wagon, a white sheet draped over him. They just dumped him there.”

Yunho felt a tightening in his chest, the words hitting him like a physical blow. He struggled to maintain a composed exterior, fighting against the turmoil inside. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, the only outward sign of his inner conflict.

“Luckily, the kids were in school,” she continued, her voice wavering slightly. “I had time to bring his body inside, to our bed.” She paused, taking a deep breath and looking up, as if trying to prevent the tears from falling. Her struggle for control was palpable, and Yunho watched her, feeling a pang of empathy he was unaccustomed to. Kindness had always been Hongjoong’s domain, not his.

Yunho turned away for a second, letting out the breath he had forgotten to exhale. He froze as she continued, her voice low and steely. “I want them to pay the price,” she said, her words laced with a bitterness that resonated deep within him.

He looked back at her, studying her face for a long moment. Then, he scoffed quietly, a small smirk of disbelief curving his lips. “So that’s the actual reason you asked me to come,” he said, a note of cynical amusement in his voice.

She dismissed his comment with a monotonous reply, “They should feel pain like the rest of us, like he did.” Yunho watched her with an arched brow, his hands slipping into the pockets of his coat as she approached him.

“It wasn’t just his death that tore me apart,” she continued, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “But the indecency of them leaving him as nothing more than ravaged meat clinging to bones. They couldn’t even kill him mercifully. They had to make a point.”

Yunho's eyes widened for a moment, his jaw tensing as he absorbed the raw pain in her words.

Yunho leaned forward, his breath shaky but still cold. "Hongjoong wouldn’t want this from you," he said quietly, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. "You know that better than I do."

She remained still, her eyes locked onto his. "Hongjoong was always the kinder of the two of us," she replied, her voice almost a whisper, tinged with a sadness that seemed to deepen with each word.

Yunho leaned away, his eyes drifting to their surroundings. The mourners from the funeral had long departed, leaving only the two of them in the quiet, desolate space. The air was thick with the scent of wilted flowers, the only sounds the distant rustling of leaves and the faint hum of the city beyond the cemetery walls.

He sighed, his gaze returning to her. "I don’t play the hero," he said, his tone firm. "This would just cause me more problems."

She took a step closer, her voice steady despite the tremor of desperation underlying her words. "I’ll pay you."

Yunho laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the stillness. Her audacity, her insanity—it was almost amusing. “You’re asking me to kill a god, not just a random person,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I've met the version of mercy that our parents can give. As they demanded of us, I remained a ghost.”

He leaned in, his eyes piercing hers. “Are you aware that even having this conversation could get you and the kids killed? How strong do you think I am? You’re asking me to kill one of the gods, and the most feared one at that.”

She looked at him, her expression unwavering. “I know.”

She walked up to him, stopping by his side as if she planned to leave. But before she did, she looked up at him, her eyes hard with determination. “We all must fear something. So must a god.”

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