#wooyoung request

[alxtiny]

can you do which ateez habit you would have picked up from being around them for too long?

I struggled with this more than I should have I’m sorry 😭😭😭😭 Happy reading!!!

Habits you pickup from Ateez

Synopsis: little habits you pick up from ateez

Pairing: ateez members x gn!reader, idol au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none:)

masterlist

• Hongjoong

Falling asleep in random places

You never thought you'd pick up such a peculiar habit from Hongjoong but here you were, dozing off on the couch in his studio. It had become somewhat of a routine lately. Hongjoong often found himself working late into the night, composing music and writing lyrics, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. So, you stayed up with him, keeping him company and offering moral support.

Tonight was no different. The studio was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the computer screen where Hongjoong was tirelessly tinkering away. You sat beside him, occasionally offering words of encouragement or fetching him a snack to keep his energy up. But as the hours passed, fatigue started to weigh heavily on your eyelids.

"You okay Y/n?" a familiar voice chimed in, bringing you back from the brink of slumber.

You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "Huh? Who? What?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

Seonghwa chuckled softly and gestured towards you. "You fell asleep in a chair, I think you’re spending too much time with Hongjoong. You should get some real rest before you start falling asleep in random places, like him, too."

Glancing over at Hongjoong, you realized he was completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to the conversation happening around him. You laughed sheepishly, realizing Seonghwa was right. Lately, you had indeed found yourself dozing off in various places – the couch, the kitchen table, even leaning against the wall.

"It's just... I can't leave him alone when he's working so hard," you explained softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

Seonghwa's expression softened as he understood. "I know, and I'm sure Hongjoong appreciates it too. But you need to take care of yourself as well, okay? "

You nodded, grateful for Seonghwa's concern. As you settled back into the couch, you made a mental note to try and get more sleep, even if it meant leaving Hongjoong to his work occasionally. But for now, you allowed yourself to succumb to the comforting embrace of sleep, knowing that Hongjoong was just a few feet away.

• Seonghwa

Acting motherly towards the members

Seonghwa watched with a bemused smile as you flitted around the dorm, straightening pillows, picking up stray socks, and tidying up the kitchen. It was a sight he'd grown accustomed to – you, inadvertently taking on the role of the dorm mom, just like he did. It wasn't something you consciously did, but rather a habit you'd picked up from spending so much time around him and the other guys.

You had a thing for neatness and sometimes acted much like a mom in your friend group, but lately, you found yourself slipping into Seonghwa's shoes more often than not. It was something he found endearing and amusing, seeing you scold the other members for leaving their belongings strewn about or for forgetting to do their chores.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Seonghwa asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

You turned to him, a blushi tinting your cheeks, wondering just how long he had been watching you. "Oh, just tidying up a bit. It was a mess in here."

Seonghwa chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don’t need to do all that, you know"

You laughed, shaking your head. "I can't help it. You guys are like family to me, and I just want to take care of you."

The other members wandered into the kitchen, groaning as they saw you fussing over the cleanliness of the space.

"Come on, Y/N, we already have one Seonghwa," Yunho teased, flashing you a playful grin. "We don't need you turning into another one."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "I'm just trying to help keep things organized around here. Someone has to do it."

Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We appreciate it, really. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay?"

You nodded, leaning into his side. "Of course. But someone has to keep you guys in line."

The others laughed, knowing deep down that they were lucky to have both you and Seonghwa looking out for them – even if it meant enduring occasional scoldings for their messy habits.

• Yunho

Picking at or biting your lips

Yunho had always been the type to immerse himself completely in whatever task he was working on, often biting or touching his lips in concentration. You, on the other hand, had never noticed this about yourself until Yunho pointed it out one day.

You were sitting together at the studio, both lost in your respective work. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even realize your hand had wandered up to your lips, fingers lightly touching and occasionally biting at them in a habit you had unknowingly picked up from Yunho.

"Y/N," Yunho's voice broke through your concentration, causing you to look up, startled. "Don’t do that," he said, nodding towards your lips.

Confused, you furrowed your brows. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Yunho sighed, his expression turning slightly serious. "You keep biting your lips. You might hurt them if you're not careful."

You blinked, suddenly becoming aware of what you were doing. "Oh," you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I didn't even realize I was doing that."

Yunho's lips twitched with amusement, but he quickly composed himself. "It's a bad habit. You should try to stop."

You couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. "Well, you do it too," you scoffed and pointed out.

Yunho's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away. "I... I do?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. Maybe we've just been spending too much time together," you teased.

Yunho's embarrassment was palpable now, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maybe," he muttered, unable to meet your gaze.

But despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth in your chest knowing that even your unconscious habits were intertwined with his. It was just another reminder of how close the two of you had become, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it.

• Yeosang

Clapping while laughing

You and Yeosang had spent such a long time together and over the course of it, you became attuned to each other's habits, quirks, and gestures without even realising it. One particular habit of Yeosang's that seemed to have rubbed off on you was the way he would clap his hands when he found something particularly amusing.

The way your hands would subconsciously come together and follow the rhythm of your laughter felt natural and neither of you actually noticed how a habit, once Yeosang’s, was now shared by you.

However, that was until one lazy afternoon when Yeosang excitedly showed you his phone, "Hey, check this out," he said with a grin, pushing it towards your face.

Curious, you glanced at the screen, finding yourself staring at a Twitter thread created by an ATINY. The thread was a compilation of gifs and videos, side by side, showing you and Yeosang laughing together. What caught your attention, however, was the caption accompanying the thread: "Am I the only one who noticed that Y/N and Yeosang have the same adorable habit of clapping while laughing? #YeoY/N."

"Oh my god they’re adorable."

"They look like cute little seals when they're laughing together, it's like they're synchronised."

You couldn't help but smile and giggle as you scrolled through the thread, amused by how certain things never went unnoticed by their fans, even if you yourselves were oblivious.

Yeosang glanced over at you, his expression softening. "I guess we really do spend too much time together, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning closer to him. "Maybe. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

• San

Covering your mouth while laughing

It was just one of those habits you picked up without even realising it – covering your face while laughing. It was something you'd seen San do countless times, his hand rising instinctively to his mouth as his laughter bubbled up. Maybe it was the contagiousness of his joy, or perhaps it was the familiarity that made you do it, but whatever the reason, you found yourself unconsciously mimicking his actions more and more as time went on.

You didn't think much of it, not until one fateful day when you and San were doing a live stream together. The comments were flooding in, a flurry of emojis and supportive messages from fans all over the world. Amidst the sea of text, one comment stood out:

"OMG, look how they laugh the same! 😍 SanYn are the cutest! 💕"

Curious, you glanced at the screen, only to see San's eyes widen in realisation. He turned to you, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we've been caught," he teased, nudging you lightly.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there was also a warmth spreading through you, a sense of fondness at the thought of sharing such a small, intimate detail with San. "Guess we spend too much time together," you joked back, unable to suppress a smile.

But as the live stream continued, you couldn't help but notice how often you and San found yourselves laughing, your hands rising simultaneously to cover your mouths. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond you shared, the way you seemed to sync up without even trying.

After the stream ended, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to San’s cheek, you couldn't help but giggle at how much these little quirks affected you, maybe making life more comfortable along the way.

• Mingi

Making the 🥺 face

To the people outside, Mingi seemed to be very intimidating, with his deep voice and built 6ft stature but inside the comfort of his he couldn't be more different. He knew he was cute and he knew how to use it against people. One quick look sent your way with his puppy eyes and pouty lips and you would melt, at some point this habit of his rubbed off on you.

The members weren’t safe from it either, like when Seonghwa had just finished making a delicious batch of ramen for himself. The aroma wafted through the room, teasing your senses and making your stomach growl loudly. You and Mingi couldn't help but stare at the steaming bowl with longing eyes.

"Seonghwa hyung, that smells amazing," Mingi exclaimed, his eyes widening with hunger.

You nodded enthusiastically, finding yourself unintentionally mirroring Mingi's expression, your lips slightly pouting like the 🥺 emoji.

Seonghwa chuckled at your antics, shaking his head. "Sorry guys, this is just for me. I only made enough for one."

"But hyung, we're starving!" Mingi whined, his voice tinged with desperation.

You glanced at Seonghwa, your eyes pleading as you continued to unknowingly imitate Mingi's puppy-dog expression.

Seonghwa sighed, feeling the pressure of your combined adorable stares. "Oh no, I have to deal with two Mingis now, don't I?"

You and Mingi exchanged a glance before bursting into giggles, realising your unintentional synchronisation. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh along with you.

"Fine, fine," Seonghwa relented, dividing the ramen between the three of you. "But next time, make your own!"

• Wooyoung

Smacking people while laughing

You couldn't help but laugh at the way Wooyoung told a recount of the recent Wanteez episode the boys shot, adding his own commentary in between. He always had a way of making you laugh wholeheartedly, even when you fought he would be the one to apologise first and crack a joke to make you smile. However, what you didn't realise was that you had picked up one of his habits along the way.

In the midst of your laughter, your hand instinctively swung out and smacked San's thigh, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. It wasn't until he looked at you with a mix of amusement and slight irritation that you realised what you had done.

"Oops, sorry, San!" you apologised, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you tried to suppress your laughter.

San rubbed his thigh, shooting you a mock glare. "I already have to take abuse from Wooyoung, and now you're doing it too?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his playful complaint, but Wooyoung nudged you with a grin. "Looks like my habits are rubbing off on you, huh?"

You chuckled, realising how similar you two acted these days. "I guess so. Sorry, San, I’ll try not to do that but I can’t make any promises." You winked at him.

San shook his head and scoffed at your mocking, a smile breaking through his faux irritation. "Ahh so much I have to go through,"

You and Wooyoung giggled at his words, knowing how much he loved you both the same, with the occasional physical abuse of course.

• Jongho

Scrunching your nose while smiling/laughing

As you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you stumbled upon a video compilation titled "JongYn Couple Moments" ,obviously your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on it, not fully knowing what to expect. What unfolded on the screen was definitely not what you were expecting, it sent a sudden blush creeping up your cheeks.

The video was a compilation of moments featuring you and Jongho, through the fans’ eyes, complete with dramatic commentary about how cute you two were together. Especially about the way your noses scrunched and crinkles formed around your eyes as you both laughed, with your faces making the same endearing expression.

You couldn't help but be amused as you watched, realising that you had subconsciously copied Jongho's habit of scrunching his nose when he smiled.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing over, you found Jongho peering over your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the screen. As he watched the video, a wide grin spread across his face, small giggles leaving his lips.

"Wow, we really do look alike sometimes," Jongho remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You nodded, still giggling at the sight. "I never realized I picked up on your habit."

"It's adorable," Jongho said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I guess I've rubbed off on you, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning into his touch. "Looks like it. But hey, I don't mind sharing a few habits with you."

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[aclowntiny]

Hi!!! Could you do a reaction of ATEEZ's S/O kissing their cheeks just to prove the other member that they can make the member blush in less than minute?

I LOVE THIS!!! Yes I can & will it shall be my honor & pleasure 😌😆 hopefully you enjoy me running away with the scenario in a few of them hehe~ (The way I was listening to SOAD while writing this 😂)

Ateez + Kisses to Prove You Can Make Them Blush (Gender Neutral Reader)

Hongjoong

The moment you lean in, he’s leaning back a bit. Not that he doesn’t want you to kiss him, it’s just, well…

“Not in front of the guys!”

Stifling a chuckle, you just pull him in, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek, then one more to the other side. You pull back, admiring his gorgeous features for a moment with a smile before starting a full retreat. You know Hongjoong. If he isn’t already flushed by the initial embarrassment, this’ll get him. Sure enough, contrary to his reaction, the moment you start to leave, fingers sliding gently back down his cheeks and under his chin, he catches them in his.

“Oh?” You feign surprise.

“At least give me a real kiss,” Hongjoong chides, but you know he’s not truly annoyed by the amusement in his eyes and smirk on his lips.

“Alright,” you reply with a shrug, fingers returning to their moments-old grip as you yanked him into your lips.

The kiss is short but forceful, and you can feel Hongjoong restraining from getting any messier because, well, the guys. As you finally let go of him, you smile at the angelic look he gives you, running a hand through your hair quickly.

“Thank you.”

“No,” he chuckles, “thank you.”

“No,” you say back, holding out your hand to Wooyoung, who is beside himself yelling and mock-retching about having to watch that whole display even as he places the cash in your hand, “thank you for paying for our date tonight.”

Hongjoong just shakes his head. “You little devil.”

Seonghwa

The moment your lips hit his cheek, his eyelashes flutter shut in contentment. Time to hold this little bet? Perfect. Seonghwa was already in an extra good mood. You kiss his other cheek, traveling down from your boyfriend’s lovely cheekbone to smooch adjacent to his lips.

He giggles lightly, tilting his head to receive your kisses before he pulls away, angling himself to give you a few of his own. This time, you smile as his lips attack your face, familiar warmth gracing the gentle curve of your skin.

“I have to return the favor, you know,” he whispers before turning his affection to the other side.

“I do know,” you giggle, delivering the killing blow, “you’re so cute. The cutest.”

“Ah, hehe, I-” Seonghwa stammers a bit as you flutter your eyelashes innocently, cheek still angled his way, and with that, his cheeks begin to darken.

"See? That had to have been, like, thirty seconds!"

"Thirty-seven," Mingi corrected, holding his phone out, screen displaying the paused timer facing you.

"That's still under a minute! Now you have to do Seonghwa's laundry!"

"Wait," Seonghwa pouted, "this was just for some sort of bet?"

"Don't be sad," you attempted to soothe him, rubbing your cheek against his as your arms wrapped around Seonghwa's middle, "I enjoyed it and you've won a week's free laundry service."

Chuckling, Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow. "You could have bet anything and you told him to do my laundry?"

"M-hm," you hummed in agreement, "you deserve a break, and I don't think he does enough of that stuff."

He kissed the top of your head. "We really are perfect for each other."

Yunho

"Yunho!" With a running start, you leapt into your boyfriend's arms; he reached out at the last minute to catch you, dropping down a bit with the sudden weight than rising immediately back to a standing position. You wrapped your legs around his torso, leaving him reaching out to hold underneath your thighs.

"What's this about, hm?" He was smiling affectionately at you, giving you that 'I've won the jackpot' look, but no blush.

Dang, you thought the legs bit would get him. Very well. "My big strong man," you cooed, trying to embarrass him.

He chuckled at your words, then tensed as you suddenly planted a big, dramatic kiss on his cheek. He turned his head in response and you obliged, loosening your grip on his back a bit to run your hand up and down the line of his spine. You turn to press your lips to the other side, this time toning down the silliness and taking your sweet time. Finally as you pulled away, he held his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes. You reached up to caress his cheek, smiling surely as wide as he was.

"Alright, alright, you're both blushing. Sheesh."

"What's he talking about?" Yunho asked quietly, gaze not leaving yours despite Jongho's voice behind him.

"You didn't tell him about the bet?" Jongho snickered.

"Didn't need to," you replied, finally tearing your eyes from Yunho's long enough to give Jongho a smug look, patting your boyfriend's warm cheek.

"Ugh, fine, tell me what you guys want next time I'm out."

"What's going on?" Yunho inquired once again.

"I bet him I could make you blush in less than a minute so now we get free coffee!" You replied brightly.

"Well, even if we lost, I'd have felt rewarded."

You giggled both at Yunho's words and Jongho's amused, yet exasperated scoff.

Yeosang

Was working up to it the best strategy? Well, you'd find out, you supposed, your hand reaching up to the table's surface to rest atop Yeosang's. He paused long enough to give a little eye smile, unsuspecting, then returned to getting your afternoon tea poured. When he slid your cup toward you, you tightened your grip on his hand.

"Thank you, Yeosang," you peered at him through your eyelashes before rapidly pecking his cheek. Once again, he smiled, but nothing else, and you hadn't counted the passing time, so escalation seemed necessary. You kissed his cheek again and again.

"Are you trying to distract me?" He asked, tone half cheeky, half legitimately questioning, his eyes narrowing slightly at your little smile.

"I dunno, is it working?" You asked innocently, fingers of the hand that lie on top of his intertwining with his.

He held your hand up, palms pressed together as he played lightly with your fingers, this time taking his turn to lean closer to you. "What are you trying to distract me from, hm-"

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, which he immediately responded to, hand tightening around yours. As your lips moved in conjunction, you felt warmth pooling against your cheeks, which weren't so cold either. Pulling away, you rubbed your nose against his, taking in his wide, stunning smile.

"Dang, fifty seconds." San and Wooyoung peered down at their phones, the screens of which both displayed variations of fifty seconds and some-odd miliseconds.

"That," you jerked your head toward your duo of friends, belatedly answering Yeosang's question.

Your boyfriend pulled away, a faraway look in his eyes that slowly drifted into faint disgust. "Why were you making them time our kiss?"

"No," you giggle, "they weren't, just seeing if I could make you blush in a minute. Now they have to wear something stupid in the airport next time."

"Well, that more than makes up for it, then," Yeosang says, eyes drifting mischievously toward his besties.

San

"He blushes so easily," Seonghwa whines, "can't we make it thirty seconds?"

"No take backs!" You singsong, waving a dismissive hand at your friend. "You said make Sannie blush in a minute or less and I get to test out my manicure kit on you!"

"Well, at least it wasn't face paint," Seonghwa shrugs in resignation, "nails aren't so bad. As long as you don't do any weird colors."

"No promises," you tease just to get a rise out of him before sneaking into the kitchen where San was standing.

There the object of your affections stood, completely oblivious to the metaphorical target on his back, just filling a glass of water at the sink without a care in the world. Bingo.

You went up behind him, arms sliding around his waist and reaching up so your hands moved toward his chest. Both of you love back hugs, so you felt San melt into the embrace as you hummed contentedly, lips fluttering over his cheek lightly. Lowering his head, he rested it protectively over yours as you kissed him, muttering a "What's this?" and an "I love you" in practically the same breath.

"I love you too, Sannie," you cooed, smiling at his sweet words and the heat you could feel rising to greet your touch.

"Alright, yeah, I'm done for, I can see his ears are all red. What color do you want to do?" Seonghwa interrupted your moment.

"What's he talking about?" San asked as his arms rested over yours.

"Nothing that's important right now," you answered as you settled into him.

Mingi

“Why did we make this bet? We’re going to lose.” Yeosang’s very blunt observation rang through your ears as his head turned away from you and back toward Yunho, arms crossed matter-of-factly.

“In under a minute, though?” Yunho shot back.

“A minute is a long time,” you shot back with a grin.

“See?” Yeosang lamented as you sauntered over to Mingi, who had conveniently just entered the room just as the bet was sealed.

“What’s a minute a long time f- oh. Oh!” Before he could say any more you were on him, attacking his face with kisses. Your hands reached up to caress his cheeks and turn his head to give you access as you made your travels, which your beloved rapper never made a single objection to. In fact, you dared say he encouraged it if the way his one hand snaked onto you to draw circles on your back said anything.

Whether it was your own body heat against his or something of Mingi’s own, you could already feel warmth brewing beneath your lips as he giggled. The sound spurred you on as you kissed his nose, then made your way back down, heading for his lips...

“Ok, pass! Pass, (y/n), he’s already red, jeez!” Yeosang held up his hands, waving in defeat. "I told you this was a stupid bet, Yunho."

The other tall man just shrugged. "At least it's not that much money."

You turned and looked at him with a victorious smirk. “Ok, cool. Glad you think so. Pay up.” Holding out your free hand, you gripped Mingi’s chin with the other, continuing to kiss your boyfriend.

Wooyoung

Honestly, you were a bit uncertain about the whole bet- surely Yeosang had a reason to feel so confident? And Wooyoung was pretty bold, would he blush easily? Maybe not.

No matter what the outcome, you'd signed up to test it, and you couldn't totally complain about that if it meant trying some stuff that might work on Wooyoung. Even in loss you'd have some fun, you reminded yourself.

You found your boyfriend in his room, organizing some stuff on his shelf, and as you said his name his head snapped up instantly. "Darling! Need anything?"

"You," you replied, knowing corny stuff worked pretty well on him. With that, you crossed the room, pulling him into an embrace from the side.

"Well, alright then, good afternoon to you, too," he replied with a grin.

You started kissing down his cheek, which had yet to redden when he turned his head, tapping a finger on the other side in silent request for you to even him out. Chuckling, you leaned in and obliged, covering his whole face in kisses. When you finished, he pointed to his neck, taking full advantage of your purported affectionate mood. Sighing, you kissed down his neck, too, peering upward to see if his ears or cheeks looked red. He just smiled, trailing a finger down his chest.

"Don't push it," you teased, giving him a playful shove. You accidentally caught him off-guard, though, sending him off balance and scrambling, ultimately tumbling back onto his bed.

He looked down as if he didn't know what was beneath him, then back up at you in surprise, eyebrows practically disappearing into his hairline. "Oh?" Now his cheeks were getting red. Why was he like this?

"I- I-" You stuttered, voice failing you in favor of a sigh as your face fell into your hand.

"Ok, that was fifty seconds. I'm sorry for both of us," Yeosang muttered, showing you his timer, handing you some cash, and turning on his heels to leave. "Have fun explaining this one."

Jongho

You slid next to your boyfriend on the couch, bringing a smile to his face at your presence.

"Bored?" He asked as you snuggled closer into his side.

"Hm, a little, but I think I know how we can fix that," you reply, posing with a finger to your chin in mock-thought.

"Oh yeah?" Jongho lifted one arm too give you greater access, draping it casually across your shoulders when you got settled. "How?"

"This is how," you wasted no time in replying, eyes briefly scanning Jongho's lovely, handsome face before closing the remaining space between you two.

You could tell by the way he leaned he expected you to kiss his lips, which you knew he preferred, but your initial goal was a bit different. You kissed his cheek, suppressing laughter as he leaned away slightly, one eyebrow raised in confusion. With just a faint chuckle, you kissed the other cheek.

"What's gotten into you?" That's all he says as you pull away, sure he'd red by now. Not quite, it seems, and you're sure you are from trying not to laugh.

"Where's mine?" You ask, pouting slightly.

"Wh- what are you talking about?" His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, a faint blush finally dusting his cheeks.

"One second," you told him, placing a finger across his lips in a 'shush' gesture as you rose from the couch, leaving him with a furrowed look of confusion as you sat up and peered over the back cushions, "what's my time?"

"I started kinda early."

"Hey!" You complained, grabbing a pillow to threaten Hongjoong with.

Ateez's captain immediately put his hands, one of which held his phone, up in surrender. "But it still came out to fourty-three seconds! You win!"

You lowered the pillow, tucking it back into the corner a few inches from your feet. "Good. Then pay up."

"Alright," Hongjoong reluctantly agreed, his classic impish smile decorating his face, "but only because you two are so cute."

That time, he did get hit with a pillow square in the shoulder, but it was Jongho who threw it.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #fluff #requested #hope this is to your liking sweetie 🥺💕

[bluehwale]

I loved that unconventional meeting post could you maybe do a post where they realize that after meeting you for the first time that they might have a crush on you ?

ateez realizing they have a crush on you!

part 2 to unconventional first encounters with ateez (please read this first!)

pairing. ateez x reader (specifically f! reader for seonghwa & jongho)

genre. fluff, humor, teeny tiny angst if you squint

warning(s). injuries, drinking, mint choco ice cream slander, some of the endings are half-assed im sorry

word count. 8.1k oopsies

note. tysm for sending in this request!! and i'm so sorry it took so long to get to you </3 im an ungifted burnout kid so i write and think at a snail's pace lmao bUT i hope u enjoy this one :-D (feedbacks and reblogs are greatly appreciated! ily all muah)

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kim hongjoong

here's the thing about hongjoong

he can be really cool with his skateboard and his obscure music taste and whatnot

but

he can also be a little bit out of tune with his feelings (this is a certified testimony from his self-proclaimed best friend, wooyoung)

it's obvious from how he has heart eyes for you but wouldn't make a move

"so when are you taking yn out on a date?"

hongjoong's skateboard halts in an abrupt stop after he suddenly plants a foot on the concrete to take a look at wooyoung as if he's grown two heads. "when am i what??"

and wooyoung’s just kinda staring him down like man, you can't be serious rn,,,,,

everyone and their mothers in this skatepark probably knows that hongjoong is basically head over heels for you because

it's just that obvious!!!!

and wooyoung has to resist from pulling out all of his hair in frustration because the man in question is eyeing him as if he’s the weird one

it all started after your Incident™ (you falling on your ass and having hongjoong help you)

you started to frequent the skatepark with your best friend mingi, and hongjoong even mustered up enough courage to ask you for your number one day

and now you both text each other every day >:-D

he even got you your own skateboard

and he also taught you how to skate hehe

he's so whipped

"hongjoong!"

the boy immediately turns to the direction of your voice (he can recognize it even while asleep) and he sees you waving excitedly at him beside an unfamiliar boy with pink hair

unbeknownst to himself, hongjoong's face lights up at the sight of you and he quickly pushes his foot off the ground to skate towards you

"yn!" he hops off his board and pulls you into a hug, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy before involuntarily pulling away to look at the boy with an all black get up beside you. “who’s this?”

“oh! this is seonghwa!” the boy with pink hair nods at hongjoong and gives him a friendly wave in greeting. “he’s mingi’s cousin. he’s visiting for a little while.”

“oh hello, cool skateboard!” hongjoong greets in return, gesturing to the pink skateboard by the boy's feet that contrasts his dark outfit and quiet personality, “i’m hongjoong! i hope we can be good friends!”

maybe not

hongjoong doesn’t know the reason why, but he feels this really uncomfortable sinking feeling in his chest whenever he sees you together with seonghwa

despite his pink hair, the boy looks very intimidating and it seems like he doesn’t talk to anyone except you

and whenever he’s with you, there’s a happy grin permanently etched on his face and you both just look so happy together—

“they probably like each other.”

hongjoong snaps his head to glare at wooyoung who’s munching on a pack of strawberry pocky sticks as he watches you and seonghwa before innocently looking back at hongjoong with a shrug, “what? i’m just saying.”

and hongjoong starts sulking because you know what,, wooyoung might be right :-( 

(you, wooyoung, seonghwa, and mingi actually devised a plan to act upon your crush on hongjoong) ((and wooyoung's role is the catalyst to set the plan in motion))

and you know what,,,, maybe hongjoong does have a crush on you. yeah, but just a little bit—

“oof!” wooyoung winces when he sees you land a particularly harsh fall from your skateboard that leaves you lying face first on the ground, and he scrambles to shove the remaining pocky sticks in his mouth before thrusting hongjoong’s first aid kit towards the shell-shocked owner. “dude, go! this is your chance!”

hongjoong was just zipping up his first aid kit after grabbing his can of antiseptic spray and band aids and was ready to run to you until he sees seonghwa already tending to your wounds as he sits beside you

:-( he’s a second too late

(it looks like you two are talking about something or someone as both of your eyes discreetly flicker to hongjoong (who’s too upset to notice))

what he diD notice, however, is the pack of band aids in seonghwa’s hands

and he kinda has to crouch and put his hands on his knees so that his squinted eyes can see better 

are thoSE

ARE THOSE BLACK STAR WARS BAND AIDS???

he thought cute graphic band aids were his– and only his– thing !!!!

dang it, and they look super cool too !! :-(

his own pack of pink disney princesses band aids fall to the ground as he dejectedly walks back to where wooyoung is and he slumps to the ground to place back his first aid stuff back inside the kit

looks like he won’t be needing them anymore :-(

but he still finds himself heading to where you are, and he can’t help it when he worriedly takes in your scraped elbows and knees that are covered by the black band aids. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good,” you say, and hongjoong’s too distracted to notice you glancing at seonghwa who gives you an encouraging nod. you nervously twiddle your thumbs, “uhH, hongjoong, uhm. listen, do you– i MEAN, would you want to maybe grab some milkshake with me sometimes?”

“oh sure! who else is gonna be there?”

…………..

(on the other side of the park, wooyoung rips out the headpiece that taps into seonghwa’s hidden microphone and almost bashes his binoculars in frustration)

just then, hongjoong feels shivers run down his spine as he feels a pair of dark eyes glaring daggers into his back and he can feel the devil on his shoulder whisper harshly into his ear, “they’re asking you out on a date, idiot.”

(spoiler alert: it’s seonghwa)

“i was thinking maybe it could just be the two of us? you know? aHa but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to—!”

“no nO, of course !!! i’d love to!!!” hongjoong exclaims, shooting up from the ground from sheer excitement at the thought of getting milkshake with you

this is the best day of his life

“great, it’s a date then :-D OH SHIT—”

(another spoiler alert: hongjoong fainted)

park seonghwa

seonghwa can definitely see himself marrying you

but not during moments like this

"shh, don't move."

seonghwa lets out a startled noise when he's suddenly awakened by a weight on him, and he almost screams his head off until his bleary eyes slowly open to see your figure straddling his torso with what seems to be an ice cream stick (?) held in your hand while you inch closer to his face

oh! it's just you! :-D (he thought it'd be his sleep paralysis demon)

it had been your idea to buy a house and live together after he nervously got on one knee on your fifth date; which seems all too soon but it appeases both of your parents enough for them to shut up on the marriage talk, much to your and seonghwa’s relief

and after six months of living together, he's proud to declare that you're his best friend or more specifically, his soulmate :-D

which is why you both are comfortable enough to do oddly domestic things together

"baby," he rasps, voice still thick with sleep, before placing his hands on your hips to circle the skin over your nightgown with his thumbs. he lets slip an amused chuckle when he sees your furrowed brows as he holds you off from coming near him. "what are you trying to do, hm?"

"i'm waxing your brows."

seonghwa's eyes almost gouged out of their sockets

"you're what???" he snaps his head to look at the clock at the far end of the wall, all the while trying to push you off him. "why are you trying to wax my brows at… 2 in the morning??!!!!"

"no, because—" you breathlessly giggle at the panic on his face, struggling to get his grip off your wrists. "you'll thank me for this!!! trust me!"

seonghwa, mortified at the thought of you shaping his brows with only a single ambient light aiding your sight in the dark bedroom, thrashes his legs under you like a petulant child. "i'll have you know that my eyebrows get compliments all the time >:-( !!! now get off me !!"

"huh. they must be lying because you kinda look like the red angry bird, dude :-/"

∑(O_O;) !!!!

the image of the cartoon character pops up in his head; the red bird with thick furrowed brows comically pelting towards a wall of green pigs, stupefying his thoughts

his movements falter

"do- do i really.... look like an angry bird?"

"a cute angry bird," you reassure him, gently running your fingers through his hair when you see him pout after his grip on you loosen and his arms fall limply to his sides on the bed. "now, hold still okay? i'm gonna make you look super pretty!"

you dip the wooden stick into the pot of melted wax in the still plugged-in wax heater sitting on the nightstand, prepping the pink wax around the stick before leaning closer to seonghwa's face

"it's pink?" he softly asks, referring to the wax that he's only just now paying attention to, and you nod in reply

"of course! :-D it's your favorite color."

you miss the endearing blush overtaking his cheeks as you lightly slather the wax on his skin before moving to take a muslin wax strip from the pack beside you

seonghwa's hands are back on your hips (this time for his own comfort) as his wide doe eyes nervously peer up at you who's sticking the strip onto the slowly hardening wax on his skin, ready to pull

"w-will it hurt?"

"nah, you won't even feel a single thing. no need to worry :-D"

rip!

"yAAAAAOOOOOOOOwwWWwWCCcHCHHHHHCH !!!!!!! THAT HURTS !!!!!"

his head twists side to side dramatically and you have to prop your hands on his chest to regain balance on his shaking body and your own from laughing

"you said it wouldn't hurt!" he exclaims with an exaggerated pout, rubbing at the sore skin and his eyebrows furrow when you wouldn't stop laughing. "this is serious! you're hurting your future husband!"

"shut up," you playfully roll your eyes, the smile that seonghwa adores lighting up your face. "don't have to remind me that i'm stuck with your ass forever."

he grumbles, pulling the blanket to cover half of his face and hide the growing smile threatening to take over his face. "i'm calling off our engagement."

you dip the stick back in the melted wax as you hum, "you love me too much to do that."

"that's true."

this time, your cheeks grow hot as you attempt to recover from almost losing your grip on the stick, his statement having caught you off guard. he smirks at your reaction and you playfully swat his arm, earning a small ow! as you sarcastically quip, "how romantic."

you return to applying the wax on the areas of his brows that needs cleanup after your fingers forcefully drag the upturned corners of his lips downwards

"you know... i figured i'll just marry the first person my parents set me up with," he breathes, a soft smile lingering on his lips at your focused expression. "but if it hadn't been you, i'd go through– hm– i’d willingly go through 219 horrible ! horrible ! dates just so i could be with you."

"oh please," you snort, raising an eyebrow at his statement. "you'd probably end up with someone else if you went on 219 dates." 

"you're right.... who could ever resist this scrumptious, absolutely handsome face–"

"i'm gonna make sure the next strip hurts twice as much :-)"

"yN ahaha PLEASE DON'T ahahah I WAS JUST JOKING—"

jeong yunho

"tonight is your first mission."

wooyoung twirls the pointing stick in his hand before slapping it against his open palm, calmly sauntering across the leeway in front of the big whiteboard in the coworking space he rented. "today's topic will cover everything you need to know, so i need you to listen very closely."

amidst the numerous empty chairs behind the large meeting table sits an eager boy with soft brown hair, his wide eyes taking in each and every word on the board while his right hand grips a pen— ready to take notes on the very important lecture wooyoung's presenting today

"but first, a pop quiz!" wooyoung suddenly smacks his pointing stick against the board, smudging the writing that reads dealing with drunk yn 101 written in pink dry erase marker and effectively startling the poor boy from the loud noise

"a- a pop quiz?" baffled, yunho feels the grip on his high-quality japanese brand pen slip. he scrambles over the table littered with his best stationery to prepare a crisp spiderman themed loose leaf paper, "but-but i haven't even learned anything yet!"

"hush, this is to test out your prior knowledge. now, i'll begin with a case study."

jeong yunho, a widely-known overachiever, strives to be the best; especially when it comes to things for you– which is why he currently remains unblinking out of sheer focus on wanting to get his answers right

he has to get it right!!!

"you're both in a cab to go home when suddenly," wooyoung aggressively taps on the stickman drawing that poorly resembles you on the board, "drunk yn sees a claw machine on the side of the road and wants you to win a stuffed animal for them. what would you do?"

what would i do? yunho can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he desperately racks his brain for an answer that would please the red haired boy who has an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips

think, jeong yunho! think!

"i would... politely ask for the taxi man to stop and accompany yn to the claw machine—"

"WRONG. ddaeng !!!! man, how are you so down bad– sigh,,,,, dude," wooyoung turns to lean his forehead against the whiteboard and sighs before pulling out his wallet and moves to step out of the room. "i'm gonna extend another hour for this meeting room, brb."

turns out, nothing, not even wooyoung's 4 hour lecture, could ever prepare yunho for havoc personified

a.k.a. drunk you after a night of celebrating the end of your midterms

"noooo!!! oof-" you stumble against your dresser as you try to run away from the wide-eyed boy standing dumbfoundedly in the middle of your bedroom, your bottle of cleansing oil tightly gripped in one of his hand and your cleanser in the other

yunho rapidly shakes his head like a cartoon character to get his muddled brain back on earth when you ungracefully fall onto your carpeted floor and make no move to get up. he moves closer to gently pull you off the floor as he sighs, "you'll regret not removing your makeup when you wake up tomorrow."

"no !!!" you lift your head up at his words, your pleading eyes look close to tears and yunho panics at the sight. "i don't wanna! my eye makeup looks so pretty today!! i don't want it gone :-("

yunho had to refrain from grabbing one of your pillows and stuffing it in his mouth to muffle the scream that almost slipped out at your cuteness

he also almost screamed fuck it! and hop on the bed to cuddle you to sleep right then and there but he remembers that wooyoung would probably be disappointed in him and he also doesn't want you to be uncomfortable from the smudged makeup the next morning :-(

so he stands his ground and tries to think of something that would get your makeup off while still making you happy

"how about we take some pictures?"

and that's how you both end up having a full blown out photoshoot in your bedroom, with yunho lying down on the floor at a funny angle to take pictures of you posing on the bed with your phone while his own phone rests between his armpits (... don’t ask) to shine its flashlight for extra lighting

he can't help his own chuckles from escaping his mouth as he hears your giggles, his chest warming at the sound

after an estimate of 241 pictures taken, you're finally satisfied and allows him to help take your makeup off

"am i doing this right?" yunho nervously asks, gently rubbing the cleansing oil into your skin that slowly blends with your makeup as you dazedly nod, prompting him to take a hold of your chin to minimize your movement and causing you to giggle

"why are you laughing?" he smiles, watching your eyes crinkle as you continue to giggle softly 

"i don't know. i just really really reeeeallly like you."

he knows you're drunk and it might just be a mindless statement and yet still, he can't help but freeze as he feels his heart skip a beat

he stops massaging the oil on your face

you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him—!

“uh,, actually that’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you. i- i like you too—“

“yEah yeah, i know!” yunho feels your hand blindly slap all over his face until you finally muffle his mouth, earning a glare from the boy. “you can tell me that tomorrow. noW get back to cLeansing!!”

yunho huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you, trying to stop himself from grinning ear to ear while inching you closer to the sink so he can rinse off the oil, “aye aye ma’am.”

“noW uhguh–” you sputter out some water that got into your mouth, earning an oops from yunho, “you have to double cleanse with tHat cleanser,” you point at the tube of cleanser on your sink, “for at least 60 seconds.”

and when he finally lathers the face wash on your skin, he actually starts counting, “one, two, three, four, five, six—”

he'd do anything for you

kang yeosang

there are two things yeosang absolutely hates in this world

number one: your job

“i have to get to work, yeo,” you chuckle, “you gotta let me go.”

the android in question is glued to your arm, refusing to let you out the door by clinging to your arm and snuggling his face into your shoulder in an attempt of convincing you to stay

“You always leave,” the blonde pouts, his eyes glistening at the thought of always being left alone from every weekday morning to wait for you to come back at night. “Why must you go to work? Can’t you just stay here?”

sometimes, you forget that your android is supposed to be a boyfriend android – which is probably why he craves your company all the time

ok you feel a bit guilty now :-(

but you’re gonna have to work because !!! unfortunately, you need money to survive !!!!

“well, unfortunately–” you struggle to untangle yourself from his grip as you try to put on your shoes, “i have to work to get money so that i can buy food to live and pay for my electricity bills that keeps your battery charged.”

he grumbles and lets out a small yelp when you successfully unlatched yourself from him, “That’s so unfair!”

you shrug as your fingers grasp the doorknob to swing your apartment door open, “mhm, it’s called capitalism. see you tonight!”

you come home from work only to find yeosang missing

just as you were about to have your second mental breakdown, you spot a lilac post it stuck to your fridge that reads I’ll be out late. Dinner’s in the fridge. :-) in perfectly aligned and neat handwriting with proper punctuation– it’s definitely yeosang

but where could he have gone to???? you don’t even know if he knows his way around the city !! omg what if he’s lost and can’t find his way back home–

you hear the sound of your front door slamming shut

“Honey, I’m home!”

you immediately rush to your entrance door, ready to reprimand him for going out until so late at night, only to pause when you see yeosang dressed in a… bright pink polo shirt… with a blue apron that covers his front… and a matching blue cap that sits atop his mop of golden hair and wait a minute is that the baskin robbins logo???

“I got a job,” he grins at you, proudly tapping on the circular logo with the initials BR that rests smack dab right above the pocket of his blue apron. “They pay me to scoop ice cream into cups for tiny humans all day! Now you won’t have to work anymore!”

he’s so proud of himself :-D

this way, you won’t be as tired and he also gets to hangout with you all day long at home !! hehe

“you know… if you have a job, that means you’re gonna have to go work everyday,,, so,, you can’t really be with me either way :-/”

his face crumples at the realization

“Do you know the number of the Baskin Robbins down the street? I’ll have to tell them that I’m quitting.”

another thing yeosang hates the most in the world is: you going on dates

“strawberry for golden boy. target located and is currently approaching the table. do you copy? over.”

yeosang can’t really remember why he agreed on showing up with a fake mustache plastered above his lips and a black fedora hiding his blonde hair in the restaurant where you are to meet the guy you’ve been talking to on tinder for days

but anything to make you happy, he guess

sitting in a few tables away from yours, yeosang nonchalantly stirs the spoon in his overpriced cup of hot chocolate as he brings the dollar store walkie talkie upon his lips, “Are the codenames really necessary?”

“…”

he sighs, “Over.”

“of course they are! we don’t want our identities compromised! wait shit he’s getting closer now, i’ll talk to you later. over and out.”

yeosang squints at the guy sitting in front of you, scanning his admittedly handsome face to quickly run a background check on him

.... for safety purposes, of course

choi jongho. born in seoul. went to seoul national university. graduated magna cum laude. is currently pursuing his masters. non-existent criminal record. does environmental volunteer work on a monthly basis. can also ?? break an apple with his bare hands ??

yeosang gulps

this guy is basically perfect

his eyes flits back to you, the sight of you laughing at something jongho said making his stomach churn

and his eyebrows furrow because ?? he’s an android ?? he doesn’t even have an actual stomach so how is he even experiencing all of these overwhelming emotions— oh.

he’s jealous

“—and did you see the way he smiled at me?” you gush excitedly all the way back home, making sure your skips are on par with yeosang’s brisk walk. “he’s adorable! we already planned second date for next week and i’m so excited—”

“52 percent.”

you pause at your tracks, turning to look at yeosang who abruptly stopped walking. “huh? what was that?”

“You’re 52% compatible with Choi Jongho.”

“oh ! i guess that’s not too shabby. although, i thought it’d be a lot higher,” you bring a finger to your chin, deep in thought

“...You’re 96% compatible with me.”

THERE he finally said it

his electric motor is probably overheating from how flustered he is but, according to his system, it’s advised to confess to the person you like instead of holding back your feelings (source: wikihow)

so, he’s doing just that

it’s a good thing that he doesn’t have sweat glands because he’s pretty sure this street would’ve been flooded by now from how nervous he is as he asks, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

you stood in front of him with your eyes comically widened, and based on your silence, he can kinda guess what’s coming next

aha, looks like he's gonna have to shut down for the next 168 hours!

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you can forget it. I just wanted to let you know—“ “sure” “—that I like you– ...I’m sorry, what?”

you chuckle at his shocked expression, “i said yes, yeosang. i’ve actually been waiting for you to ask me that.”

(you ended up having to bring yeosang in for maintenance and pay a $150 fee because yeosang literally short circuited at your answer)

choi san

san finds it kinda hilarious how you’ve become his best friend, seeing as you seem to be the complete opposite of him

“what do you mean you hate mint choco??” san gawks, both of his palms lying flat against the glass encasing the freezer lined with tubs of various ice cream flavors as he turns to you with an incredulous look. “how could you even say that?!!!!!”

unbeknownst to san, the blonde baskin robbins employee behind the cashier register scowls at him, annoyed that he’s going to have to clean the fingerprint marks left on the glass

you snort, “everyone knows that cookie dough is superior,” you stick your tongue out at him, eliciting a dramatic gasp from the dark haired boy, “mint chocolate tastes like eating toothpaste with chocolate chips anyway. big yuck.”

“that’s ridiculous!” san, the official defender of the controversial green ice cream, exclaims. “how are you even comparing an oral hygienic product to food?? that’s not fair!! they don’t even taste remotely alike !!!”

“mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, sannie,” you yawn, purposely flapping a hand over your open mouth to annoy him and you giggle once he starts to pout

“Excuse me," the inhumanely gorgeous cashier calls, surprising both you and san out of the little bubble that seems to form whenever the two of you are together, "are you ready to order? You’re holding up the line.” the blonde says, a grim look on his face

you smile apologetically at the employee who has a blue circular sticker on his uniform that reads new hire and you move to tell him the ice cream you want

while waiting for the employee to scoop your ice cream into a cup, you grimace when you look behind you to see a long line of teary-eyed kids with their glaring parents, probably because it's taking too long to get their ice cream

oopsies

you and san immediately booked out of there after he was done paying

“as i was saying,” san pops in a spoonful of his ice cream before continuing, “mint choco doesn’t taste like toothpaste,” you open your mouth, ready to object, but san took this chance to shovel a spoon of the dessert into your mouth, making you sputter in disgust of the taste and effectively shutting you up, “it’s toothpaste that taste like mint chocolate.”

you pause your steps before turning to look at him in disbelief, “are you even hearing yourself right now?”

he said what he said okay!! and he’ll stand by it ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌

“sometimes…. i wonder what goes on in your brain… because dude, that does nOt make any sense at all.”

ok no, you know what doesn’t make sense?

it doesn’t make sense how san seems to think of you 24/7

when he strolls around the park and sees a golden retriever quietly mingling? that’s you.

the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee when he steps into his university cafe? he loves it because he thinks it smells exactly like you.

someone’s music leaking through their headphones in the hallways? oh wait, you two blasted this song in his car once.

grocery shopping alone? he better grab some of those birthday cake flavored oreos for you even though he hates them because he thinks they’re too sweet.

it’s just what friends do, right?

“what are we watching tonight?”

ever since you two became friends, it’s become a tradition to hold a weekly movie night at your place

and without fail, san always uses this time to try and convert you to become a mint choco ice cream lover

this would be his 12th attempt

“can we watch inside out?” you say, already munching on your microwave popcorn as you lounge next to him on the loveseat in your living room. “i feel like crying today.”

san almost jumps out of the couch to do his little dance

because you know what they say,,,,,,,,,

when you’re sad, eat ice cream!

and he’s gonna make sure you eat some ice cream, alright!! :-D

specifically, his favorite ice cream flavor that he's got in your freezer :-D

so, in the middle of the movie, right after bing bong tragically disappears into the abyss (san still sheds a tear despite this being his twentieth time watching the film) and he hears your tell-tale sniffles, he dashes off to your fridge and grabs the pint of ice cream he brought for tonight along with two spoons before returning back to stand in front of the tv screen

“fear not!” san announces, holding the pint of ice cream above his head while the other hand that is gripping the spoons is placed on his hip. “i have just the right thing to make you feel better!”

he excitedly pries the lid of the pint open and you groan as you wipe the tears under your eyes, “san, i’m really not in the mood to have mint choco ice cream shoved into my throat today—”

you’re cut off by san almost shooting through your apartment roof as he blankly stares inside the pint, “hUH?”

he furrows his brows when instead of the mint green ice cream, he’s greeted by the thick consistency of creamy soft brown ice cream with chocolate chips

it can’t be

why did he get your favorite ice cream flavor instead of his own?????

he hates cookie dough ice cream, and he’s a hundred percent sure he got a pint of mint choco chip ice cream— wait a minute,

“woah, they’re really everywhere,” san mutters to himself while looking at the shelves as he pushes the grocery store cart, “yn would love this!”

“love what?” his roommate, mingi, pops up, dropping a pack of a party sized barbeque chips into the cart

“yn would love this grocery store,” he says, referring to the newly opened grocery store they're in as he hums, “there's every product that’s endorsed by their favorite k-pop group in here. i’d have to take them here sometime.”

“at this point just date yn already.”

san glares at his friend, blindly reaching for what he thinks is a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with the thought of you stuck in his head, as always, “i don’t even talk about them that often !!!”

“sure you don’t.”

“is that…. cookie dough?”

“yeah, i guess— oof!” he falls to the ground when you literally jump on him

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEST FRIEND?!!!”

after san’s reassured you that he’s still him and not some anti-mint choco san clone, you happily eat up the pint of cookie dough ice cream throughout the rest of the movie while san tries to reflect on the new found revelation that he has a crush on you

now, whenever he looks at you, everything seems to fade away and cartoonish pink flowers would appear around you and start blooming (he also hears a soft tune that goes lalalala~ in the background)

oh, and he also thinks he’d stop eating mint chocolate chip ice cream just to appease you

his friends are right, he is a simp

song mingi

long story short… you decided to move into mingi’s 2 bedroom apartment to escape from your insufferable roommate !! :-D

it had been the boy’s idea because you two meet each other literally every single day and so he thought hey, living together doesn’t sound so bad !!! you should just move in with me!! i have a spare bedroom that’s been empty for a while !! 

and so you immediately packed your things, left your roommate gaping when she saw her previous one night stand awkwardly waving at her as he helped you load your things to his car, and never looked back 

now you’re both currently skipping down the street en route to the local farmer’s market because mingi swears that they have cheaper and fresher produce compared to any grocery store out there

you both stop at the first stall you see

“dude, check it out :O” you point at one of the corns on display, “that one totally looks like nanami :O”

he tilts his head as he tries his best to discern any similarities between the crop and your favorite jujutsu kaisen character………. only to come up with nothing

“hm. i don’t see it.”

“no, no!” you jump up and down, hands flailing everywhere as you try to gesture out corn nanami’s features. “you see! the corn hair is, well, obviously his hair, and the green jacket kinda looks like his suit don’t you think? and oh–”

to any nearing passerby, it seems like you two are a pair of excited newlyweds who were highschool sweethearts as mingi gazes at you fondly as you continue to ramble on about the corn-nanami doppelganger

which sounds totally stupid, but he doesn't mind at all

having been too entranced by whatever it was you were saying, mingi only snaps out of his fixation on you when he realized you caught on to his staring

he clears his suddenly dry throat and his eyes flick to anywhere except you. “ehm, e–EHm yeah right,, i guess he kinda looks like, uh, that corn.”

you playfully bump your side into his arm as you exclaim an “I KNOW RIGHT” and you accidentally start a bump fight when mingi starts practically shoving you back (he sometimes forget just how big he is) and you’re both just giggling at each other like stupid kids until—

“what a good-looking couple! i’ll give you two a discount! :-D”

mingi feels you freeze up against him and shake your head at lightning speed, “oh, we’re not… we’re not a—“

“how much? :-D” he interrupts, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer as he grins at the stall owner who starts cooing

meanwhile, you resist the tempting act of whacking him with your reusable tote bag

and you may be trying to tone down the heat on your cheeks bUT that’s besides the point !!!

you’re not a couple

yet

“how cute!” the stall owner squeals, and you can nearly see the dollar signs in her eyes as gullible mingi fails to see beyond her sly marketing ploy. she hums in contemplation, “hm, maybe i shouldn’t favor you two. wouldn’t be fair for the singles out there, am i right?”

you nervously chuckle, “that’s perfectly fine!” you try to push mingi to move along the market but it’s like his feet are immediately rooted to the ground once he hears compliments directed at you both. “psst mingi, move your ass— aha i’m pretty sure we still have some corn back home anyways—“

“do we really look cute together? :-D”

cue you smacking your palm against your forehead

“why of course!” the woman nods her head eagerly, “absolutely adorable. and especially with a fine handsome young man like you!” she turns to look at you, “he’s a good one. don’t lose him, dear.”

dang, maybe you should ask her which business school she went to because her marketing skills are just straight up fire

mingi knocks his head back as he lets out a hearty belly laugh and if you squint hard enough, you can spot the pink dusting his cheeks. “ah, you flatter me too much, ma’am!.... please tell us more about how cute we look together! :-D”

… he ended up lugging an abnormally large sack of corn all the way home

“people probably think we look like a cute couple all the time, huh?” mingi grins to himself during dinner, eliciting a glare from you as you take another hesitant bite of the… weirdly edible grilled corn salad

your bowls of corn soup and corn rice bowl (don’t ask) along with a cup of sweetened corn for dessert remains untouched while mingi scarfs down his own like a mad man

you don’t even want to know how he’s been surviving on his own

“remind me to never let you grocery shop again,” you grumble, stabbing your fork into the bowl of corn salad as mingi stares at you, finding your anger cute somehow

huh… that’s weird

why does he think your furrowed brows and the aggressive chewing behind your pouty lips are the cutest things ever right now?

uh oh

your heart practically leaped out of your chest as you yelp in surprise when mingi suddenly stands up from the dining chair and sprints to his room without a word

???

you resume back to eating your food

meanwhile, mingi grabs his laptop and looks up a love meter website to calculate love percentage while trying to calm down his erratic heart rate

he quickly types in his and your names into the website and crosses his fingers with his eyes shut as he waits for the results

ding!

he opens his eyes and excitedly reads the words on the screen

90%! Love is in the air!

:-D <3 !!!

“mingi… why are you sitting on my lap.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

jung wooyoung

“i’m feeling lonely ♫ oh i wish i’d find a lover that could hold me ♫ now i’m crying in my room ♫ so skeptical of love ♫ but still i want it more, more, mOre ♫ i give a second chance to cUPID–”

“sing that song one more time and i will shoot you with an actual arrow.”

“hmph, meanie :-(“

usually, wooyoung would sing along to that stupidly addicting cupid song you always sing whenever you’re with him 

but right now, he’s a man on a mission !! and he’s very serious about it

“i need absolute silence,” he mutters quietly, his eyes zeroing at the very serious task in hand with his brows furrowed in concentration

“you’re being dramatic.”

his head snaps up to look at you with a glare. “excuSe me? i’m sorry that i’m the only one who obviously has a passion for art here!!”

and by art, he means frosting heart-shaped sugar cookies

this is like, one of the first few human activities he’s doing !! so he wants to actually be good at this !! (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

he doesn’t know why but he really wants to make you proud :-(

you stifle a giggle when you see his hands practically tremble as he continues to squeeze out the pastel pink frosting from the piping bag onto the heart-shaped cookies

how cute

you walk over to him and gently wrap your hand around his that’s currently holding the piping bag with a death grip, making him let out a small yelp in surprise

“you need to relax,” you softly chide, helping him loosen up his grip to gently guide him into pressing the piping bag properly

meanwhile, wooyoung’s trying to refrain himself from jumping out of your apartment window and flying to mount olympus because he can feel your breath on his neck and his heart is beating a little too fast and omg you’re so close to him &:&;;’js!

honestly, this isn’t the first time wooyoung’s felt this way towards you

it’s just,, he just feels so carefree and himself whenever he’s with you 

and also because he thinks you’re the best human ever

and that you have the most beautiful smile

and that if he tries to personify love, the first thing that’d pop up in his head would be an image of you with crinkled eyes and a smile, your twinkly laughter ringing in his ears

but he’d rather let zeus zap him on the butt with a thunderbolt than admit that

“see!” you let go of his hand to excitedly gesture towards the pink cookie you helped him with, “you can do it if you let yourself have fun a little ! this one actually looks pretty decent :-D”

he already misses the warmth of your hand

“are you saying the ones i did before look bad?” he raises a brow, and your eyes nervously flicker to the tray of heart-shaped cookies that looks like it’s been frosted by a kindergartner

you start sweating

“nO of course not aha!!!! haha!!!!” he narrows his eyes at you. “okay not even gonna lie but, they do look kinda bad I’M SORRY”

he huffs, offended. “it's aBstract!”

“it’s lopsided.”

gasp D-:

you laugh when he aggressively rips off his apron before sulking, “i hate baking.”

but he knows that he’d do anything to become human; to leave his cupid errands just so he could be a regular boy who dreams of opening a bakery down the street

and in this alternate universe he’s envisioned, he’d actually manage to do it and that’s where he would first meet you

with his hands coated with flour and him sporting a messy apron, a boyish grin on his lips as he tells you that the small bag of pastry in your hands is on the house and he’d watch as your cheeks endearingly heat up

and then this alternate universe wooyoung would lean against his sleek car as he waits for you outside your apartment for a set date to an amusement park, where he’d win a giant teddy bear for you from one of those rigged game stalls

and he would try his best to make you the happiest you can be every single day

but in this life, he can only distract himself for so long from your fate that's set in stone by the red string intertwined on your pinky finger that stretches out long and far outside your apartment door— a painful reminder of the first thing his mother’s ever told him about love,

that it is never fair.

(he looks at his own gray string looped around his pinky with its short length frayed around the edges before glancing over to you who’s packing the cookies in a tupperware for him to bring while he does his cupid errands, and he knows he doesn’t regret falling for you even though he knows how it’ll end.)

choi jongho

“what do you mean you can’t go????”

jongho may or may not have tears in his eyes right now

“look, man. i really am sorry, i know we planned this weeks ago but it’s an emergency,” mingi sighs from the other line of the call, sounding genuinely regretful. “i really can’t go.”

“the new jujutsu kaisen movie drop isn’t an emergency, hyung.”

“it is !!!!!” mingi exclaims, and jongho wonders whether he’s actually a year older than him. “and i have to be one of the first people who watches it so i’m not exchanging my movie ticket for anything else.”

wow

this hurts even more than the top 10 anime betrayals :-( 

“you know what? you should go do it with yn instead. you two look cute together.”

record scratch

jongho almost drops his phone placed on his ear as he feels his cheeks flush a bright beet red. “whAt !!” he squeaks.

“‘kay! i’ll talk to you soon !!!! have fun on the date hehe :-D” beep.

see… the thing is…

jongho really looks up to mingi

he’s his favorite frat brother !!!!!

and so, he finds himself sitting on the couch of your apartment right after the call, obediently following his hyung’s suggestion

curse his soft, compliant heart

“choi jongho, are you asking me out on a date?”

“-!” jongho chokes on his saliva, sputtering out unpleasant noises before bringing his fist to his chest, “n-not a date!” he manages to choke out and you grin cheekily at him. “it’s just a paint & wine class that i was supposed to go with mingi hyung but he ended up bailing, a-and it’s non-refundable and i’ve already paid in full so i’m basically forced to take you instead–”

“yeah yeah,” you dismissively wave a hand at him, already sprinting to your bedroom to get ready. “whatever. i guess i’ll agree to go on a date with you.”

“IT’S NOT A DATE!”

jongho doesn’t know when it all started

after his frat party, you two somehow always meet each other in every party he goes to and you’d both hangout in the corner of the room together, enjoying each other’s company and leaving together when the bass of the loud music finally deafens your ears

and soon enough, you have his number and he has yours, and the party hangouts turn into lunch hangouts that happens almost every day (he looks forward to it and will sulk when he doesn’t meet you at least once a day)

you also like to give him free iced americano and savory pastries from the cafe you work at !! :-D

safe to say, jongho likes you

uH, as a friend !!! of course

yeah

just as a friend

mhm

“psssst, jongho,” you whisper from across the table, stifling a giggle as you eye the other people attending the paint & wine class. “i think you need new prescription glasses.”

“if you ever mention this to wooyoung hyung, i’ll revoke our friendship,” he grits out before chugging his glass of red wine, the tip of his ears flushed red

turns out, jongho had accidentally booked two spots for a paint & wine class reserved for the elderly (which, jongho thinks, is a stupid idea because why would they let old people have a night of free-flow wine????)

the painting instructor actually felt so bad for him that they allowed you two to join the class anyways

so here you are, sitting in the two seat table smackdab in the middle of the room with everyone’s eyes on you

it also doesn’t help that you two decided to dress super fancy as a joke for the night, with jongho wearing a crisp dark gray suit over a white button up that’s barely buttoned and you with a white floor-length evening dress under the apron they gave you

it looks like you both just ditched a wedding or something

which is precisely the look you two are going for !!! :-D 

and honestly, his hyungs can tease him all they want for all the mini adventures he does with you but he’s truly the happiest when he’s with you (he will never say this to your face)

“look at what i painted!”

jongho looks up from his canvas to see you pursing your lips in concentration over yours, your hand tightly gripping one of the paintbrushes as you finish up some small details before turning the easel to proudly present the A4 canvas to him. “tadaa!”

the reference for today’s class is an acrylic portrait of a brown kitten and jongho personally thinks he nailed his own rendition of the painting projected on the projection screen in front of the room so he’s really excited to see yours!!!

uhm

“...........yn, that’s not the painting we’re doing today.”

you nod, “i know.”

on your canvas, you’ve painted what looks like a hut with three beds all in different sizes, a dining table with three different sized bowls of porridge, and a family of brown bears with a little blonde boy—

"did you seriously paint me as goldilocks?”

you grin cutely at him, “i did!” you point at goldilocks-jongho on your painting, “you’re with your bear family now! isn’t it cute? :3”

(jongho’s trying his best to not bash his head through the canvas because !!!! nu uh nope nO, he definitely does not like you !!! not at all !!!! it’s just the wine doing things to his brain—)

“and i also painted the bears’ bed sheets purple because it’s your favorite color! and— oh shit.”

a loud clink echoes throughout the room, making everyone's heads (yes, the paint instructor as well) turn to look at your table

…………………

you accidentally plunged your paintbrush in your wine glass instead of the plastic cup of water beside it

both of your eyes widen at the sight of the purple paint staining the red liquid in the expensive glass

and honestly, you can probably just ask for a new glass of wine and apologize for this tiny mistake and it’ll be like nothing ever happened (except for the fact that you'll be embarrassed for the rest of the night)

but where’s the fun in that?

you exchange glances before jongho abruptly stands up from his chair, grab both of your canvases in one hand, and interlaces the other with yours as you two run out of the room, both of your laughters ringing throughout the hallway

“that’s so embarrassing!” you yelp, slamming jongho’s car door behind you before he turns on the engine, quickly backing up from the parking lot to drive away from the building. you groan as you lean back on the passenger seat, “please don’t ever take me to another paint & wine class again.”

jongho can’t help but chuckle at your flustered expression as he carefully place the canvases on the backseat without his eyes leaving the road, “i actually think that was pretty fun.”

“should we get dinner?”

“sure, i know a place. we could pretend we’re having our first anniversary so that they’d give us free chocolate lava cake.”

“are you just using this chance to pretend to be my boyfriend again?” you tease, trying to hide the smile on your face

“why are you so shy about it? we literally made out once–”

“I TOLD YOU TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN!!!!”

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[shinestarhwaa]

Hi Hi!! could i request ateez members reaction to s/o blushing during sex or being shy? thank you <33 (love your work btw 🤭)

Ofcourse u can!! Thank u so much for the support my darling <3

ATEEZ REACTION TO THEIR S/O BEING SHY DURING SEX

Hongjoong

This man would sadistically laugh at you while pinning down your arms next to your head so you cannot hide your face for him as he pounds into you.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa would smile at you and think you're so precious and would definitely not hold back. He'd also encourage you to come out of your shell more bit by bit.

Yunho

Yunho would laugh at how cute you're being and it only gets him riled up even more so don't be surprised if he casually folds you up in half and ravishes you.

Yeosang

It depends a little on the setting cause he'll either be gentle and sweet with you and asking if things feel good OR he'll have no mercy and use you just how he likes it anyway.

San

San loves cute things so he might be obsessed with fucking you when he realizes you get shy. He will not hold back and he might even make you watch yourself in a mirror while he fucks you from behind👀.

Mingi

He wouldn't know what to do with himself ohmy he NEEDS to have you every moment of the day just to see your flustered face again as you bounce in his lap.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung will laugh at you just like Hongjoong and will wreck you SO hard and will try to make you even more shy by the most vulgar talk you've ever heard in your life.

Jongho

Oh this guy luvvvvss it. Jongho will smirk as he provokes you little by little and he will be a huge tease about it believe me.

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[everyonewooeverywhere]

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

pairing ✭ newlywed!wooyoung x newlywed!f!reader

note ✭ this was requested by the lovely @wooyoungmybelovedhusband. she said "suggestive," and i wrote smut 👀 i 100% did not plan to, but have have absolutely no self-control

synopsis ✭ wedding night shenanigans but wooyoung can't stop smiling at you

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI, fluff

word count ✭ 1.5k

warnings ✭ smut, oral sex (f recieving), reader wears a dress

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The ceremony and reception were a dream. Everything went so according to plan, and you couldn’t have wished for a better turnout. Surrounded by the people you loved the most, so many friends and family, the two of you had begun the next chapter of your life together. One in which you both planned to spend the rest of with each other.

Despite the event going so perfectly, you were eager to be alone. As much as you loved being with your family and friends, a piece of you yearned to have your husband to yourself. To be wrapped in his arms with no one’s eyes on you but his. 

As per your request, there wasn’t a huge spectacle leaving the venue. He drove the two of you back to the hotel in his own car. When the two of you were both alone in the vehicle, after he’d pulled out of the parking lot of the venue, away from everyone else, you both let out a breath. He slipped his hand over yours, pulling it to his lips and kissing the ring he’d slipped onto your finger only hours earlier. He kissed your knuckles and your palm and your wrist. 

When he pulled up to a red light, you brought that same hand to his cheek, tilting his face to yours as you leaned over the center console. You kissed him softly, and you could feel him smile. Pulling back, you could see him beaming at you with the smile that had made you fall in love with him. There were so many things about Wooyoung that made your heart flutter, but his smile filled you with so much warmth. It was as if you held the sun in the palm of your hand.

He returned his eyes to the road when the light turned green, but the smile never left his face and his hand never left yours. Even when he pulled into the parking garage of your hotel, he continued to radiate so much joy. 

“Wait here,” he demanded after he’d parked the car.

You waited, curious, and you couldn’t help but laugh when he walked around the front of the car to open your door. “What a gentleman,” you teased as he opened the door and reached out a hand. You took it in yours and let him help you out of the car.

Instead of simply pulling you out of the car, though, he pulled you into his chest. He closed the car door behind you and backed you into it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in to kiss you. Just as gently as he had earlier, but this time with his hand on the back of your neck. 

Something about kissing him as your husband made your stomach flutter. When he pulled back, barely separating from you, he smiled once more, “You’re so beautiful. You know that, right?” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you replied with a breath, letting out a small gasp when he placed a kiss on your neck, right below your ear. The garage was practically empty at this time of night, so you had few worries about anyone seeing this little spectacle. Nonetheless, when he reached your collarbone with his lips, you push him back slightly with your hands on his chest. “Can we go to the room?”

Without hesitation, he locked the car and led you toward the elevator up to your hotel room. He toyed with the zipper of your dress as he continued to kiss you the entire ride up. You couldn’t help yourself either. Your hands working to loosen his tie. 

When the doors slid open, you pulled Wooyoung out of the elevator, so ungracefully tripping over the door frame. He giggled at you and scooped you up into his arms. You kissed his cheek, laughing along with him and leaving a print of your lipstick where you playfully pecked him. He had to set you down when you reached your room to fish in his pockets for the room key.

Opening the door turned out to be quite the challenge for Wooyoung. After hastily swiping the card four or five times, each time the little light flashed red at him, he grew frustrated. 

“Slower, baby,” you took the card from his hand and swiped it at a much more reasonable pace. It clicked open. You were about to turn around and start teasing him, but he pulled you into the room by your waist. 

When the two of you reached the bed, he tossed you onto it. He crawled over you. His hands slid over the bodice of your dress as he kissed you deeply. With your hands in his hair, you pulled him closer, his legs straddling your hips. “You look so good in white,” he mumbled, brushing your lips with his own. 

As much as you loved the dress, too, you had become hyper-aware of it. The fabric hugged your skin, and you could feel the zipper digging into your back. Hoping to give him some indication that you wanted him to take it off you, you pulled off his tie, tossing it to the ground. Your fingers worked hurriedly at the buttons of his dress shirt. He pulled it over his head before you could even finish unbuttoning it, but he still made no moves to remove your dress.

Taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed his hand and slipped it under your back to the zipper holding the fabric together. He climbed off you and pulled you off the bed. From behind you, he unhooked your zipper, slowly pulling it down your back, kissing along your spine as the dress continued to fall to the floor. You stepped out of your heels, too. Leaving you in just the pair of white lacy underwear you’d been wearing all day. 

You were back on the bed before you knew it. His lips covered every inch of your chest before he pulled your underwear down your legs, kissing up your calf to your inner thigh before finally giving you attention where you needed it the most. Every inch of you was hot with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Woo,” you ran both of your hands through his hair. He moaned over your clit at the sound of his name. He pulled your thighs over his shoulders, holding him in place in the spot he loved the most. It was so hard not to want to be between your thighs at all hours of the day. Some nights, he lived down there, giving you endless pleasure with his tongue with your beautiful thighs wrapped around his head. Other nights you’d ride his face for hours, cuming on his tongue over and over and over again until your legs were too weak to move. 

Tonight, though, you held him closer with your hands and thighs, rolling your hips uncontrollably, crying out every time the bridge of his nose brushed your clit. He ate you out like it was the end of the world. When he felt your legs starting to shake, he rubbed circles over your clit so fast with his thumb that you lost all sense of control over your own body. 

Chest heaving, you came with his face still in your cunt. He kissed your clit one last time before crawling back on top of you, grinning his wonderful grin, “How many times do you think you can cum tonight, baby?”

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Six. The answer was six. 

And by the time you were done, you could hardly feel your legs. Wooyoung held you up as you showered. Brushing through your hair and shampooing it gently, ensuring none of the soap got in your eyes. 

When the two of you were back in the bed, hair dried and pajamas on, matching sets of course, you laid on his chest, listening to the gentle thumping of his heart. He played with a strand of your hair, periodically leaning down to kiss the top of your head. 

On most occasions, you would be exhausted from a full day on your feet followed by several hours of blissful sex, but you still felt giddy. And, when you looked up at your new husband, you could tell the feeling was mutual. 

He smiled down at you with that impossible bright smile. “I can’t believe you married me,” he whispered, brushing a hand over your cheek.

“I can’t believe you married me.”

With a soft laugh, “y/n, I’d marry you tomorrow, too if you’d let me.”

“I love you,” you whispered, pushing yourself up to kiss him.

He truly was the man you imagined spending the rest of your life with, and there was nothing you wanted more than to see the sunshine that was his smile every morning when you woke.

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note ✭ posting 2 days in a row is CRAZY for me (i wouldn't get used to it 💀). anyway, this was so fun to write so i hope everyone enjoyed.

pretty please comment and reblog if you enjoyed! seeing feedback and interaction makes writing so much more fun, and i promise every little message means so much more than you might think 😙

thank you for reading

mwah~

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[mingwrites]

getting high with ateez

seonghwa ~ goes to another planet. basically just shuts down his brain and stares into space for a few hours.

hongjoong ~ starts whipping out new songs and other art. has 63 epiphanies along the way.

yunho ~ talks so fucking much. telling nonsense jokes, using funny voices, babbling about anything.

yeosang ~ falls asleep after 2 hits.

san ~ has 839 aha moments about the meaning of life and the origins of the universe.

mingi ~ laughs at everything. breathless, slumped over belly laughs.

wooyoung ~ gets really horny. and subby.

jongho ~ munches through 6 bags of chips in about an hour.

#a silly little thought for u guys while i work on requests :D #i wanna get high with them so bad it’d be SO FUNNY #ateez #ateez blurbs #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez x you #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #san ateez #choi san #ateez headcanons #kpop #kpop fanfic

[yunwooz]

WOOYOUNG - I LIKE YOU 221231 GAYO DAEJEJEON for @awek-s

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[xzinbdg]

helluu!! i saw your post and i was wondering if could request ateez reaction to them missing/forgetting about a date? thank you and i hope you have a good day <3 remember to drink water!

hello!!! thank u sm for the ask!! and for the water reminder!! not sure if that's what u meant but I hope u enjoy this! have a good day as well! 🥹💝

ateez reaction to forgetting about a date

paring: ateez x reader

ateez masterlist // my masterlist

hongjoong

seonghwa

yunho

(date* instead of day...)

yeosang

san

mingi

wooyoung

jongho

(sorry but I can't see jongho forgetting a date and the "a" was supposed to be after the "did"...)

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[nanawritesit]

ATEEZ Imagines: Your First Time Having Sex With Them (fem!reader) - Maknae Line Ver.

Hyung Line Ver.

🔞 (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞

TW: protected sex (S, WY) unprotected sex/creampie (MG, JH) sub!reader (S, MG) dom!reader (WY) switch!reader (JH) oral reader receiving (S, MG) oral reader giving (JH) birthday sex (S) forced eye contact (S, WY) manhandling (S, MG) choking (S, WY) praise (S, MG, WY, JH) scratching/marking (S, WY, JH) lingerie (S) sexting (MG) daddy kink (MG) doggy style (MG) mirror sex (MG) car sex (WY) mommy kink (WY) brat taming (WY) degradation (WY) breast/ nipple play (WY) fingering (JH) jerking off (JH) begging (MG, WY, JH) cock warming (JH) finger sucking (JH) overstimulation (JH) neck kissing and biting, dry humping, hair pulling, groping, undressing, pet names, dirty talk, moaning, whimpering, making out, cursing

San:

You and San had been having such a passionate, ever-evolving relationship, and it all came to fruition on your birthday

All you were expecting from him was a gift and maybe a little cake

Little did you know that your boyfriend had MUCH more planned for the day…

He woke you up with breakfast in bed, showered you in gifts, AND took you out to dinner

And of course, he also prepared a cake before you left, and as soon as you got back from dinner, he immediately busied himself with getting it ready

You felt so special and loved, you just couldn’t help but stare at him lovingly

“What?” he asked, laughing lightheartedly as he looked up at you.

“You’re just amazing.” you replied, walking over to him.

“Awh, baby…” He set down the utensils he was using and took you in his arms, his strong hands resting on your waist. He studied your features, eyes sparkling and upturned in a small smile.

“Now you’re the one staring.” you teased him. “Why’s that, hm?”

“You’re just the most beautiful birthday girl ever.” he complimented you, slowly shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.

You felt a tug at your heartstrings, and couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to crash your lips against his. He gladly reciprocated, not thrown off guard whatsoever. He immediately matched your intensity, devouring you more and more as his hands snaked up around your waist. Your own hands moved up to his hair, gripping onto it for stability.

“You look so good in this…” he murmured against your lips in his deep voice as his hands roamed around the fabric of your tight dress, gently squeezing the plush of your ass.

“So handsy, San…” you teased him, tugging at the dark locks at the nape of his neck scoldingly.

“How can I help it, look at you…” he grinned, cocking his head to the side in false innocence.

You mirrored his coy smile before pulling him back down to kiss him again. This time, you pressed your tongue against his lips to request entrance. Of course he obliged, lacing your tongue with his own.

“Beautiful, the cake…” he pulled away suddenly, gasping for air. He gestured to the counter halfheartedly at the semi-decorated cake he had been preparing for you a few moments ago.

“It can wait.” you snapped back, your eyes darkening. “I’d rather have something else right now.” You bit your lip and pressed your hips against his now hardened cock. “Besides, are you really going to deny me of my birthday wish?”

The final cord of resistance snapped within him, blood rushing straight to his core at your seductive declaration. He lips twisted up into a pleased smirk as he leaned back to look you in the eye. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

You nodded your head in confirmation.

“I’m gonna need words, pretty girl.” he demanded, eyes narrowing as he shot you another playful grin.

“I want you to fuck me, San.” You placed your hands on his chest, leaning into him with such desperation that he almost melted on the spot. “Please?”

He let out a short chuckle, nodding down at you leisurely. Without a moment’s notice, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you down the hall bridal style, kicking open your bedroom door and plopping you down on the bed.

He began kissing your neck ravenously, trailing his tongue all the way up and down and grazing it with his teeth sloppily. You winced at the miniscule pain, but were quickly distracted by the way his hard cock was grinding against your already wet core. You needed the layers of clothing that separated the two of you to be gone. You needed to feel him.

“San, let’s take off our clothes.” you requested, tugging at his hair to get his attention.

He placed a delicate kiss against your jaw before glancing back up at you. “As you wish, birthday girl.”

He rolled off of you and began removing his shirt and pants, frantically ripping open every button and zipper until he was free of them. You were surprised he didn’t tear his clothes in the process.

As you reached up to undo the zipper of your dress, he stopped you, grabbing your wrist tightly. The shock and sensation made you shiver in anticipation.

“Let me, beautiful.” he instructed, eyes softening as he gazed into yours which were wide and pooling with suspense.

Your heart began to beat faster as he undid the zipper, tugging it slowly down your back with a feather-light hand until your back was exposed. He slid the straps down your shoulders, revealing the lacy black lingerie you were wearing underneath.

He cocked an eyebrow, looking up at you expectantly. “Love, did you plan this?”

“Of course not, don’t be silly…” you assured him with a suspicious grin, rubbing your thighs together innocently. “I just wanted to wear something special for my birthday.”

He smirked, then nodded in understanding even though he didn’t truly believe you. He went back to undressing himself, removing his boxers to reveal his hard-on. It was aching with desire, swollen red and leaking with pre-cum.

However he was more focused on getting you out of your dress, and went back to sliding it down your hips until you were left in just the lingerie. He straddled you once again, kissing you with a newfound ferocity as his hips rocked against yours. His dick was pressing straight into your folds through the lace of your lingerie, giving you the friction you longed for. He briskly pulled back after indulging you for a bit and pulled the rest of the lingerie off of you. Your tits bounced back against your chest, nipples perky with desire.

He brought his hands up to the necklace you were wearing, fiddling with the dangling gems. It was the one he had given you earlier today as one of your birthday presents. Something about seeing you naked before him in nothing but that necklace riled him up to no end.

“Jesus, you’re a work of art, love…” he marveled, hands roaming over your body once more. He groped at your breasts and hips, taking all of you in and biting his lip. “You’re almost too pretty to eat.”

You were about to question him, but were taken aback as he unbuttoned the bottom of your lingerie, revealing your bare pussy to him. He brought his face up to it. “Almost.”

You let out a shriek as he licked a flat stripe up your slit, fingers prying you open to allow him to dive in for his meal. He ate you out like a starved man, swirling his tongue all around your sensitive nub with just the right amount of pleasure. You gripped onto the sheets, bucking your hips upward to feel more of his mouth. As you got closer to your release, he intuitively began flicking his tongue in and out of your pussy with short, quick strokes.

“Holy shit, San! Stop!” you cried out, tapping him on his bare shoulder.

He snapped his head up, looking at you with mild concern. “What, is it too much?”

“No, it was divine…” you reassured him, pushing some of his hair back. “But I’d much rather finish on your cock.”

His eyes widened at the sudden realization. A devilish grin quickly made its way onto his face, and he promptly crawled back up overtop of you. He held himself up with one arm and pumped his cock a few times with his free hand.

“Are you sure you’re ready, beautiful?” he huffed out, making such intense eye contact that you couldn’t help but swoon.

You nodded your head frantically. “I’ve never been more ready for anything. I want you so bad, San.”

He leaned over and pulled a condom out of his dresser, allowing you to watch impatiently as he slowly opened the package and rolled it on.

“Look at me.” he demanded, hand going up to your jaw. You jumped a bit at his sudden dominance, but were still excited to see what he did next. “Don’t take your eyes off of me, understand?”

You barely had time to respond before he started entering you, slowly grinding his dick into your gummy walls. You gasped as he stretched you open, but followed his orders and kept eye contact with him the whole time. Once he was fully inside of you, he began snapping his hips upward at a relentless pace. He had decided not to drag things out and instead focus on your release, since you were the birthday girl after all.

“Holy shit…” you breathed out shakily, your eyes starting to squint shut.

“Hey, what did I say?” he snapped, slowing down his thrusts. When you didn’t change your behavior, he brought a hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly. You let out a small yelp at the sudden contact, but felt your cunt clench around him in arousal. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

You nodded up at him with huge, doe eyes. “Yes, San.”

“Good girl.” he praised, removing his hand from your throat. He picked the pace back up, making your head fall back in ecstasy. You maintained eye contact though, letting all your moans and whimpers spill from your lips.

“You sound like an angel.” he panted into your ear, pounding you into the mattress further. “I just can’t stop myself when it comes to you. You’re my forbidden fruit.”

Your eyes began to squint shut again, but you quickly snapped them back open. San noticed this, and grinned approvingly. “God, you are such a good girl, you know that? Such a good listener.”

Drunk off his cock, you couldn’t even formulate a response, and instead just nodded your head. He chuckled at how fucked out you already were.

“Is my pretty girl going to cum all over my cock?” he asked in a sweet voice, cocking his head to the side with an affectionate pout. “Use your words, love.”

“Y-yes, I can feel it…” you quaked, feeling your entire body begin to vibrate in anticipation. “I’m sorry it’s coming so soon…”

“Oh, it’s okay, love, I’m not too far myself…” He pressed his forehead to yours, staring straight into your soul through your eyes. “Go ahead, beautiful. Cum for me.”

Your hands flew up to his back, nails scratching all the way down as your mind and body dissolved into a sea of euphoria. “F-Fuck, San!” you sputtered with a shattered breath, twitching underneath of him.

“Shit love, if you keep twitching like that I’m gonna…” San suddenly whined, his mouth falling open in pleasure. “Fuck it…” He grunted loudly, bucking his hips forward as hard as he could to empty his load inside of you. The headboard was rattling against the wall, and you were bobbling around like a helpless rag doll, but you were in too much bliss to care.

As you both caught your breath, you began laughing lightheartedly along with each other.

“That was the best fucking birthday gift ever…” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled brightly, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Well the day’s not over yet. I’m gonna go finish up the cake and bring you some. You just relax here, okay?”

“Sex and cake?”you marveled as he rose up from the bed. “You’re spoiling me rotten today, San.”

He grinned to himself as he walked out of the room, still completely naked. You took in the light sheen of sweat on his skin, his toned muscles, and the scratches that now graced his back. He was the real work of art.

“Well, it’s what you deserve.” he shouted back down the hall. What a man.

Mingi:

The two of you had already been fooling around for a while, pretty much having done everything besides actual sex

You had many conversations about what you both liked and didn’t like, you knew all of each others kinks and boundaries, and you even had a safeword picked out

So why hadn’t you had sex yet?

Well, right as you were planning on doing it, Mingi had to go off on tour

Your relationship was still going strong, but you were both incredibly sexually frustrated for months

Although, he had been giving you plenty to work with while he was gone. He sent you tons of spicy pictures, videos, and detailed sexts about what he would like to do to you once he got back…

It made you so excited that you could barely contain yourself on the ride to the airport the day of his arrival… you had missed him so much, in more ways than one.

As he opened the passenger door to your car, he gasped with a big, dumb smile on his face. “Y/N!”

“Mingi!” you cheered, gesturing for him to get in the car.

He excitedly threw his bag into the backseat, then dove into the car to give you a giant hug.

“I missed you so much.” he sighed, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

You giggled, patting him on the back. “Awh, I missed you too Mingi! But we have to go or we’ll start getting honked at.”

“Fine…” he huffed, sitting back up in his seat and closing the door. Once he was buckled in, you began driving back to his apartment.

“So how was your trip? Tell me everything.” you asked, trying to focus on the road even though all you wanted to do was look at your beautiful boyfriend.

“It was a blast, but it was exhausting.” he explained. “Still, it was really nice to see all the fans. I truly didn’t know we had so many. I’m so grateful.”

You glanced over at him with a smile. “Well, you guys deserve every single one.”

He grinned appreciatively with a tiny blush. “Thank you, baby. I really do love them all. Although, I’d be lying if I said you weren’t my favorite.”

“Oh?” you questioned, looking back to the road.

He placed a hand on your bare thigh, squeezing it tightly and making you hold your breath. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, a sudden intensity in his voice. “Y/N, I can’t wait to make you mine as soon as we get home.”

You bit your tongue to keep from moaning, wanting to pull the car over and let him destroy you in the backseat. But you knew your first time with Mingi had to be more special than that.

“Well, I can’t wait to give myself over to you...” you replied huskily, lacing your fingers with his in your lap. He thought you were just being affectionate, but really you were gripping onto his hand for stability so you wouldn’t crash the car. “Not that I didn’t enjoy all the teasers you sent me while you were away.”

He chuckled, releasing your hand so you could put it back on the wheel. “Yeah? What was your favorite?”

You squinted your eyes, thinking over all the lewd content he had sent you over the past few months. “It was all great, but my favorite would probably have to be the video of you jerking yourself off and moaning my name over and over…”

He smirked cockily, leaning back in his seat. “I thought you’d like that one… I enjoyed all the things you sent me too, you naughty little girl.”

You grinned cheekily, puckering your lips. “Which ones?”

“All of them.” he laughed, shaking his head. “But my favorite was definitely that picture of you pleasuring yourself in one of my shirts.”

You pressed your knees together, feeling yourself get wet at the memories of your sexts. God, this was going to be a long drive home.

Luckily, you guys got off the topic of sex for a little while. Mingi told you all the funny things that the other guys did while on tour, and you filled him in on how all your friends were doing. It was a good conversation, but you couldn’t ignore the light sheen of sweat building on the back of your neck and your heart beating in your core. You needed Mingi so bad, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait.

Finally, you arrived at his apartment. He immediately walked up the stairs, pulling his keys out from his pocket.

“Aren’t you going to grab your suitcase?” you asked, following him.

“It can wait. I need you on my bed, now.” he grunted, fiddling with his keys impatiently. He unlocked the door, gesturing for you to go inside in front of him. As soon as you both made it inside, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you squeak in shock. He locked the door behind him and walked down the hall to his bedroom, throwing you down on the bed so hard you heard the springs creak.

“Mingi, you’re being so rough…” you teased him, sitting up on your elbows.

He said nothing, pushing you back down by your shoulders and kissing you hungrily. His entire body pressed up against yours, so much that you could feel the desire radiating off of him. He furrowed his brow as the kiss deepened, his hands trailing up your arms to pin your wrists down to the bed. “God, I’ve waited so long for this. Every day I’ve spent away from you has been absolute torture.”

You whimpered as he kissed you hard again, pulling away with a sharp inhale to catch your breath. “It’s been hard for me too. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about you, Mingi.”

He began trailing kisses down your neck, and you could feel him smirking into them. “Yeah? Tell me what dirty thoughts were running through that pretty little head…”

You struggled against him, wanting to touch him so bad but not being able to as he was restraining you. “You throwing me down on the bed, ripping off my clothes, making me go on all fours, cumming inside of me, and calling me your princess…” you panted desperately, hoping that if your fantasies pleased him, he’d let you go.

“Awh, you’re so naughty…” he teased, only tightening his grip on your wrists. “Does my little girl want me to fuck her that badly?”

“Yes, please Mingi…” you let out with a strangled moan. You never could’ve imagined yourself being so desperate for a man’s touch, and would’ve been ashamed of yourself if it was for any other man but Mingi. But he had you in such a chokehold that you couldn’t help yourself.

“Uh uh uh, what’s my name?” he shook his head, looking down at you sternly.

You gulped, pouting apologetically. “Please, daddy.”

The pleased smirk returned to his face, then he stood up on his knees to straddle you. He began unbuttoning his shirt at a painfully slow pace, sliding it off his shoulders delicately. You shamelessly gawked at his gorgeously toned physique, wondering how you ever found a man so fine.

“Sit up for me, princess.” he instructed, snapping his fingers.

You did as he asked, trying to ignore the contractions in your pussy from being ordered around by him. He then whipped your shirt off your head and tossed it to the side, unhooking your bra and removing it as well.

He then got off of you, standing on the floor in front of you. You whimpered pathetically, thinking he was leaving you.

He chuckled at your cute pout, then got down on his knees. “Don’t worry princess, I’m just prepping you.”

In the blink of an eye, he ripped off your skirt and panties, throwing them over his shoulder dismissively. Without warning, he dove headfirst between your legs, licking your pussy in circular motions as his big nose pressed against your clit.

You screeched at the sudden contact, hands flying straight into his hair to grip onto it. He hummed at the pleasurable sensation, sending vibrations straight to your core. He began bobbing his head back and forth, eating you out in such a perfect, sinful rhythm.

The raunchy sounds of him devouring your cunt were music to your ears, as your breathy moans were to his. He gripped onto the plush of your thighs, prying your legs open even further to give him more access.

“God, you taste so good. I could never get tired of eating this pussy.” he panted breathlessly before diving back in. He began delicately sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue over it in tiny kitten licks.

Once he had deemed you prepped enough, he stood back up, wiping your wetness from his face. He licked the back of his hand, savoring the taste of your slick. The sight was so scandalous it drove you up a wall.

“Please daddy, can you please fuck me? I’ve waited so long, I need you so bad…” you cried, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes. God, you sounded so pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. The longing for him had been unbearable these past few weeks, and now that he was right in front of you, you couldn’t take it any longer. Your pussy was aching for his dick to be inside of you.

He pouted at your desperation, unbuckling his belt and sliding it off his waist. “Awh, don’t worry princess, daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” He finally unzipped his pants and slid them down his legs along with his boxers. “I know it’s been hard. You’ve been such a good girl waiting for me.” He placed a fist on either side of your lap, leaning overtop of you dominantly to give you a loving kiss on the lips. “Now, what was that fantasy you had again? Going on all fours?”

You nodded, looking up at him with your big, glistening eyes. His last reserve snapped.

“Okay. Get on all fours for daddy, princess.” he demanded, pulling back to allow you to get in position.

You flipped around faster than you ever could’ve imagined, leaning down on your elbows and hoisting your ass up in the air with an arched back.

Mingi but his lip at the sight of you bent over in front of him, your cunt leaking with desire for him to ruin you. He groped your ass a few times as he got back on the bed, standing up on his knees behind you.

Finally, he pressed the tip of his dick to your hole and began thrusting inside of you, not being able to tolerate anymore foreplay. He may have seemed put together earlier, but the truth was he was yearning to be inside of you just as much as you wanted him to be.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, gripping the sheets beneath you. As he sunk further into your pussy, you began rocking back and forth to help him along.

He grinned at your eagerness. “My princess is so needy for me… you look so good right now, you know that?” he grunted, gripping onto your hips. He glanced down to see your ass squishing up around his hips, bouncing against them as he thrusted his hips forward.

He began to pick up the pace, driving his dick into you at a faster tempo. You kept up with him, continuing to push your ass back in time with his thrusts. You glanced into the vanity mirror beside you, gasping at the lewd sight of him taking you from behind.

He noticed this, and glanced over to the mirror with a smirk. “You like watching me fuck you?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back up to look again. “Look princess, look how fucking sexy you are taking my dick like a pro…”

You whimpered at his praise, your arms dropping out from under you. Your back was now in a perfect 45 degree curve up into his dick, giving him the perfect angle at which to fuck you. The mirror also seemed to be arousing him further, as he began pounding into you even harder. He gripped onto your hips, leaving little red marks that would later turn into bruises.

“Harder, daddy, harder…” you whined, wiggling your hips against his in desperation. You were to overcome with pleasure to match the rhythm of his thrusts, but you still needed more friction.

“Yeah? You want more?” he asked, panting loudly. He happily obliged, keeping the same rhythm but thrusting harder, going so deep into your core that he was bumping your cervix. It was exactly what you wanted.

“Oh fuck, daddy…” he moaned with a yelp, knuckles turning white at hoe hard you were grilling the sheets beneath you.

“Shit, princess, your pussy is so tight…” he huffed, throwing his head back in pleasure. “I’m gonna finish soon, where do you want it?”

“Inside, daddy, inside!” you cried out.

He bit his lip as his hips began stuttering messily, until the cord in his abdomen snapped, and he began emptying his cum straight into your pussy.

You tightened up around him at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. He made you feel so full, and so whole. Your vision went white, and before you knew it, you were melting into your orgasm and falling flat on the bed.

“Oh my god, daddy! Yes!” you screamed, tossing your head back and forth so hard your hair was flying all over the place.

“Fuck, yes, princess!” he groaned in pleasure, holding your hips up in place for you. You both slammed your hips against one another as you rode out your orgasms, until you finally relaxed, panting wildly as you caught your breath.

He slid out of you, getting up off the bed. “Don’t move, princess.” he told you in a much softer tone than he had been using previously.

Not having much of a choice, you remained still on the bed, until you flinched at the feeling of something touching the spot between your legs. You whipped your head around to see Mingi cleaning you up with a towel.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he smiled apologetically. “Just wanted to help.”

You smiled back at him, rolling over to allow him to clean up your front as well. You sighed as he finished up, tossing your head back against the pillows. “God, that was so worth the wait.”

“Hell yeah, it was…” he chuckled, crawling back up overtop of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face, then panted one big, long one on your lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mingi.” you replied, brushing some of his hair back. “More than anything.”

Wooyoung:

Woo pretty much just woke up one day and decided today was going to be the day. He knew you were ready, you were both just waiting for the time to feel right

So of course he communicated this to you and acted accordingly, right?

Wrong. We all know him. He made his desires known by being absolutely insufferable the entire day.

Of course you were out with friends too, which made it all the more irritating

He knew his teasing was getting to you by the way you’d blush whenever he slid a hand up your skirt, or how your knees pressed together whenever he whispered something suggestive in your ear…

On the ride home, you decided that Woo needed to be put in his place. And you knew the perfect way to do it.

Once you had parked the car, you slid off your seatbelt and glanced over at Wooyoung. He was getting ready to exit the car, when you slammed your arm across his chest, forcing him back against the seat.

He looked over at you, a shit-eating grin wide on his face. He knew exactly what was coming for him.

“Care to explain what that was about?” you asked sternly, cocking your head to the side impatiently.

“What do you mean, baby?” he asked innocently, blinking quickly like a naive child.

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “You know damn well what I mean, Jung Wooyoung. Why have you been teasing me all day?”

He shuddered slightly at your sudden ferocity, clearly aroused. “I just wanted to get your attention, baby.” he squeaked out, smiling affectionately.

But you knew better than to fall for that charming smile and those puppy dog eyes. You weren’t an amateur.

“Well, you certainly got it.” you grinned evilly, moving your hand down to his neck. You ghosted your fingers over it, then clamped down on his windpipe with your hand. “But you know what to call me.”

He inhaled sharply, pushing down the pleasured chuckle that threatened to erupt from his throat. “Yes, mommy…”

You grinned approvingly. “Good boy. Now get into the backseat.”

He widened his eyes, blinking cutely and pointing behind him. “Really? We’re doing this here?”

You shot him a dangerous glare. “Is that a problem?”

He sensed your irritation, and decided not to push any further. He’d rather just take what was already coming to him. “Not at all mommy…”

He exited the car and walked around to sit in the backseat. You patiently went about your business, reapplying your lipstick, fixing your hair, fiddling through your purse…

“Um, mommy? Are you gonna come back here with me?” he asked, lurching forward nervously.

“In a second, baby.” you reassured him, staying focused on the mirror in front of you. You couldn’t resist making him wait this out.

Finally, you got out of the car and entered the backseat, straddling Wooyoung’s lap. Without a moment’s notice, you began ravishing him with your lips, kissing him so passionately it made him go weak in the knees. You brought your hands up to his hair to tug at it harshly, making him whimper into your mouth.

He quickly matched your energy, snaking his hands up your waist. You were quick to slap them away, pinning his hands to the back of the seat and narrowing your eyes at him. “Did I say you could touch me?”

He fought back a smile, knowing it would just get him into more trouble. “No mommy. I’m sorry.”

You clicked your tongue, deciding to overlook his mistake. This was your first time after all. You had to be a little generous with him. You went back to devouring him with your lips, allowing your tongue to slip into his mouth and explore it.

He did as you wanted, although his hands were leaving scratches in the leather seats of your car. You began to roll your hips against his core, feeling his solid girth struggling against his jeans. You pulled back, cupping it with your hand as you pressed your forehead to his.

“Who made you this hard?” you demanded, gripping his balls tightly through his jeans.

“You did, mommy…” he whined, throwing his head back at the long awaited contact you made with his bulge.

“Mmhm…” you nodded, massaging along the length of his cock. “And who does this pretty little dick belong to?”

“You, it belongs to you, mommy!” he cried out, bucking his hips forward in desperation.

You grinned, removing your hand from his core. He winced at the feeling of your hand leaving him, but quickly settled down once he noticed you beginning to remove your top.

“Yeah? Prove it to me.” you spat, now topless in front of him. He marveled at the sight before him, wanting to touch your breasts so bad. His mouth fell open, and he licked his lips hungrily.

“Don’t stare, baby. Get undressed for mommy.” you instructed him, helping him unbutton his shirt. While you did that, he removed his belt and slid his pants and boxers down his legs, until he was totally naked underneath you.

You leaned back against the center console to remove your shorts and panties, giving him a phenomenal view of your dripping pussy. He was fiending to touch you, but he knew better.

You reached an arm up to the glove compartment, grabbing the emergency condom you had been keeping in there since you and Wooyoung began dating. He smiled affectionately, then zeroed in on you rolling it down onto his hardened cock.

He was expecting you to begin lining him up with your entrance, but instead you leaned back, bringing a hand forward to play with your pussy tauntingly.

“I just find it so amusing…” you began, rolling two fingers over your clit in a circle, “how bold you were today, how much of a brat you were being.” The squelching sounds of your wet cunt were driving him crazy. “And look at you now, laid out in front of me, desperate for me to fuck you. Pathetic, really.”

He shuddered at his own arousal, feeling his dick twitch up on its own in his lap. “I know, mommy… I’ve been so bad.”

“You really have.” you replied with a disappointed sigh, beginning to finger yourself. His mouth fell open at how jealous he was of your fingers for getting to be inside of you. “I don’t see why I should fuck you at all.”

His eyes widened in panic. “Mommy please, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to make you upset, I just wanted to get your attention! But please, you just have to fuck me. I’ll do anything! I’ll be so good for you, mommy…”

You chuckled, finally pushing yourself off the center console to straddle him once again. “Alright baby, that’s enough groveling. I think you’ve learned your lesson for now.”

He let out a deep sigh of relief, letting his head fall back against the seat. “Oh, thank you so much…”

“You can start touching me as soon as you’re inside of me, okay?” you instructed, finally softening for him. You couldn’t tell him this, because his attitude would get out of control, but all you really wanted was to make him feel good.

He nodded obediently, smiling up at you in anticipation.

Finally, you sunk down onto his cock, pumping him inside of you inch by inch until you bottomed out. He was already a whimpering mess at the first insertion, his airy moans floating delicately up to your ears.

“Oh my god, mommy, you feel so good…” he panted, cautiously bringing his hands up your waist again. When he didn’t get scolded, he allowed them to start roaming as you started bouncing up and down on his cock.

“So do you, baby… I swear this dick was made for me.” you complimented him, gripping onto his shoulders.

“Because it was.” he replied cheekily, bringing his hands up to your breasts. He squished them in unison, shamelessly staring at them with his mouth agape. “Mommy, your titties are perfect…”

“Yeah, you like them?” you asked with an amused giggle. He nodded, continuing to grope them in amazement. “You wanna suck on them?”

He looked up at you with huge, doe eyes. “Can I? Really?”

You nodded, and in an instant, he was flicking his tongue over one of your nipples, rolling it around in a circle. He then took it in his mouth and began sucking delicately.

“Shit, baby…” you huffed at the sudden pleasure, thrusting your hips even harder against his. You were sure the car was shaking, but you couldn’t care less. All you could focus on was Wooyoung sucking on your titties like he was trying to milk them try.

He looked up at you, lips still clamped onto your hardened bud. He pulled away momentarily. “Does mommy like it when I suck on her big titties?”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair affectionately. “Yes, baby… you make mommy feel so good. You’re being such a good boy…”

He grinned, then switched to the other breast, giving it just as much attention as the last. You began furiously fucking him, fogging up the windows with your hot breath. You could feel your climax quickly approaching, and gripped onto his shoulders even tighter.

“You’re going to make mommy cum, baby…” you told him, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“Go ahead mommy, I want you to cum first…” he replied, groping both of your breasts and looking up at you with a loving smile.

You pouted affectionately at his gesture. Even after all that teasing, he still wanted you to cum first.

“My, you really are such a good… boy… fuck!” you squealed, slamming your hips into his at a relentless pace. Finally, you dissolved into pleasure, melting all over his perfect cock.

“Am I? Am I mommy’s good boy?” he asked. He moved his hands down to your hips, gripping onto them tightly and bucking his hips up faster to continue getting himself off.

“Yes you are… you’re mommy’s good little boy, Wooyoungie…” you moaned, falling down against him as your orgasm came to an end.

He swiftly caught you in his arms just in time to hit his own release. Clutching onto you for dear life, he pounded his dick up into you harder than he ever could’ve imagined he’d do, finally cumming inside of you.

“Oh… oh god, mommy! I’m cumming! Fuck! Yes!” he whimpered pathetically, completely overcome by the physical pleasure of his own orgasm. Once he had finally emptied all of his load, he held you tightly in a loving embrace. “Thank you, mommy…”

“Y/N now, baby…” you told him, pulling back to brush some of his hair out of his face. Your usual sweet nature returned as you placed a kiss on his forehead. “You did so good, Wooyoungie.”

He grinned appreciatively, leaning back against the seat.

You studied his features, taking in how beautiful he looked… his hair was messy, his skin was glistening, and his shoulders were riddled with fingernail marks. You began to giggle at him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, thrusting up into you to jostle you around.

“I was just thinking… it’s a good thing I sprung for those tinted windows.”

He laughed along with you. “Don’t tell me that, now I’m going to tease you in public all the time.”

“And I’ll put you back in your place every time, Wooyoungie.”

Jongho:

All of this happened because you had a ridiculous obsession with your boyfriend’s fingers.

The day started out super wholesome. You were having a lazy day at his apartment in celebration of his day off from practice

He was currently playing some video games, his eyes glued to the screen as his fingers skillfully worked the controller

You were lying down on the couch next to him, pretending to be on your phone. In reality, you were shamelessly staring at your boyfriend, not being able to take your eyes off his irresistible fingers

You couldn’t control yourself any longer and set your phone down, sitting up to get his attention…

“Jongho…” you called out to him in a sweet voice. He simply grunted in response, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Baby…” you tried again, a bit louder this time. You were hoping that the pet name would make him perk up, but you still got no response.

This called for desperate measures. You smirked mischievously and placed a hand on his thigh, leaning forward to purr into his ear, “Jongie…”

The screen flashed red, signifying that he had died in his game. He groaned and tossed the controller down on the coffee table, then shifted to face you.

“See what you made me do?” he huffed, feigning annoyance. “You distracted me. I hope you’re prepared to face the consequences, angel.”

You smiled innocently. “I’m sorry Jongie, but you weren’t paying any attention to me.”

He sighed, then placed his hands on either side of your lap, leaning overtop of you dominantly. “Hm, so needy…” He attached his lips to your neck, peppering feather-light kisses along the side of it.

You inhaled sharply, gripping onto the fabric of his hoodie. You leaned your head back to allow him more access to your neck. He continued trailing kisses up along your jaw, then finally brought his lips to yours. He kissed you lovingly, making your eyelids flutter shut.

“Why don’t you tell me what you want, angel?” he asked affectionately, his eyes dark and hazy.

You placed your arms around his neck, looking up at him with a seductive grin. “I want you, Jongie.”

“I’m all yours.” he replied, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “But you’re going to have to be more specific.”

You prepared yourself by taking a deep breath. Looking into his eyes once more, holding him in your arms, you realized you couldn’t have been more sure that you wanted him. No, you needed him.

“I’m ready.” you told him, a determined spark in your eyes. “I’m ready for sex, if you are.”

He seemed slightly surprised, but gave you a warm half-smile. “I am too. I had a feeling today would be the day.”

You scoffed. “Then why have you been playing video games and ignoring me all day?”

He chuckled, shrugging innocently. “I didn’t want to pressure you! I had no idea that you also wanted to!”

You laughed along with him, ruffling his hair. “I know, Jongie. You’re so sweet to do that for me.”

“Yeah…” he grinned, leaning back down to whisper in your ear. “But not too sweet.”

He nipped at your neck, making you wince. You were surprised, yet aroused at the same time.

“Jongie, you’re so rough…” you marveled, bringing a hand up to his dark brown hair.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, angel…” he chuckled evilly. He then ripped off your top and sweatpants at lightning speed, barely giving you time to adjust. His eyes trailed down to the wet spot on your panties, making you push your knees together in embarrassment.

“Oh, what’s the matter angel? What happened to that eagerness from before?” he taunted, placing his hands on your knees. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I feel honored that I was able to get you so worked up by hardly doing anything.

You smiled appreciatively, then allowed him to spread your legs open once again. He grinned and placed two fingers over the wet spot, making you jump at the sudden contact.

“I wonder, what got you so wet? I was just playing a game…” he inquired, rubbing the pads of his fingers back and forth in a sensual rhythm.

You weren’t planning on telling him, because it was slightly humiliating, but the way he was moving his fingers over your clit through your panties made you blurt it out. “It was your fingers, Jongie… you were just moving them so fast, and I…” you stopped yourself, gasping at your sudden confession. Your mouth seemed to have moved all on its own, not being connected to your mind at all. Your body was running on autopilot, and Jongho was the engine.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. A satisfied smirk took over his expression, then he hooked those beautiful fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You weren’t wearing a bra, so you were now completely bare before him.

“If you like my fingers so much…” he began, teasing your entrance with the same two he was previously rubbing circles over your panties with, “why don’t I pleasure you with them?”

With that, he began sinking his two fingers into your core, pumping the digits back and forth at a torturous pace. You inhaled sharply at the feeling, tensing up as if to brace yourself for the physical pleasure you were feeling. When he had finally curled his fingers around the spongy spot inside of you, he brought over his other hand to slowly rub delicate circles over your clit.

“Holy shit, Jongie…” you panted, gripping onto his arm. His fingers felt even better than they looked, and you couldn’t help yourself when it came to indulging in the feeling of them.

“Does that feel good, angel?” he asked, cocking his head to the side with a devilish grin. “Are they everything you hoped for?”

“Yes, Jongie…” you replied, your voice cracking pathetically. Right as you felt yourself twitching towards release, you grabbed onto his wrist and pushed his fingers out of you.

He furrowed his brow in a concerned manner. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

You sighed affectionately at how worried he was. “No darling, it’s just…” you trailed off, not quite knowing how to answer. Your eyes darted down to his own core, clamping onto the bulge that pressed against his thin sweatpants. Gaining an idea on how to respond, you leaned forward and groped it with a naughty smile.

“Oh…” he remarked, finally realizing what you wanted. He mirrored your smile, placing a hand over your wrist to move your hand out of the way. “Does my angel want my cock?”

You nodded eagerly, romping him to push down his waistbands and let his hard dick spill out. Damn, you thought, if his fingers felt that good, imagine how good this is going to feel…

“Angel, it’s impolite to stare.” he scolded, shaking his head at you. “If you want it so badly, then do something about it.”

You were stunned. You had never seen this side of him, this assertion, this sternness… and god, you wanted more.

You reached forward again, this time wrapping your hand around his cock. Firmly grasping the base, you began pumping back and forth, all the way up to the tip. You brought your other hand around and began massaging his balls. Your actions kind of mirrored his from when he was fingering you earlier, it was just the anatomy that was different.

“Oh, shit…” he breathed out, his head falling back involuntarily. He focused his eyes down to your pretty hands which were currently working wonders on his most sensitive areas. He met your eyes, which were looking up at him expectantly. You looked so pretty while jerking him off.

“Angel…” he pleaded, his eyes softening as he looked down at you. “Please…”

“I’m gonna need you to be more specific.” you fired back with the same line he had given you a few moments ago, a cocky grin wide on your face.

He scoffed, not sure whether he should feel proud or offended. However, all he cared about was the throbbing of in your hand, and how it was aching for more. “Can I please fuck you?”

You removed your hands and laid back down on the couch. “I’m all yours.”

He swallowed hard, fully removing the rest of his clothing. Now with both of you completely undressed, he hovered overtop of you, positioning his cock at your opening. He looked up at you one last time, and as you nodded, he began inserting himself into your hole.

He groaned as your tight walls closed in around him, welcoming every single inch with a warm, wet embrace. “Shit, you’re so tight, angel….” You hissed at the initial feeling, but quickly adjusted to it and began enjoying yourself.

“Jongie… more…” you whimpered desperately, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. You were leaving small crescent-moons in his skin with your fingernails, but he didn’t seem to care.

“You want more, angel?” he asked, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. He began thrusting his hips forward, plunging his cock back and forth at a gradual pace.

“Yes!” you cried out in approval, wrapping a calf around his back to lock him in.

He grinned at your intense reaction, doubling down on the power behind his thrusts. “Do you like that? Does that feel good?”

You nodded frantically after each question, no longer being able to process words. You were hypnotized by the way he drove himself in and out of you, pelvis pressing up against yours. He leaned down to kiss you, hard and passionately. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it quickly before pulling back, forehead still pressed to yours between a thin sheen of sweat.

“Angel, I’m not gonna last…” he heaved, furrowing his brow at the coil being wound in his abdomen that was about to snap. “It feels too good.”

“Do it, Jongie…” you instructed, wrapping your other calf around his waist to clench onto him even harder. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him down to place your lips against his ear. “I want you to finish inside of me.”

His final shred of hesitation melted, and he began emptying himself inside of you. He cried out, his voice going up to a higher pitch, and he shoved his head into your shoulder to muffle his loud moans. They were so loud that you could still hear them echoing off the walls, even with his attempts to silence them.

“Holy shit…” he exhaled, slumping overtop of you. “That was fucking amazing.” He suddenly pulled back, gasping to himself. “Oh, but you haven’t finished yet!”

You giggled at his concern, taking his dropped guard as a chance to flip him over and pin him down to the couch by his wrists. “Well, why don’t you let me fix that?”

You ducked down to his waist, trailing kisses all the way down his abdomen and stopping above his dick. It was only a little bit soft, but you wanted him nice and hard for your orgasm. You placed a hand at the base, then placed your lips around the tip, bobbing your head up and down in time with your hand.

“Oh my god…” he groaned out airily, gripping the couch cushion beneath him. “It’s so sensitive right now… and your mouth feel so good…”

It didn’t take long for him to get bricked up again. You released his member from your mouth with a “pop” sound, then wiped your lips and moved to straddle him once again. Without warning, you sunk down onto his cock and began riding him.

“Fuck, angel…” he sighed, eyes rolling up to the back of his head. “You look so hot right now…”

You grinned, looping your fingers through his own and gripping onto one of his hands. You used to think holding hands during sex was silly, but with Jongho, it was sensational.

Now in control, your pressed your abdomen down on his, stimulating your clit in time with the roll of your hips. Your tits were swinging back and forth in his face, prompting him to skillfully catch a nipple in his mouth and begin sucking on it. His free hand moved to the plush flesh of your ass, groping and massaging it sensually.

“Jongie… I…” you whimpered, feeling yourself getting close. He could tell by the way you were snapping your hips forward at a brutal pace that it wouldn’t take much more to get you there.

He brought your interlocked hands down towards his face, then released your fingers from his. He began placing kissed on the back of your hand. each of your fingers, then took two in his mouth and began sucking on them.

“You know, I have a thing for your fingers too.” he smirked beneath you. Once they were nice and wet, he brought your hand down to your core and massaged your clit with them.

“Jongie!” you cried out in exasperation. With just a few more rolls of your hips, you were coming undone, twitching overtop of him with your hair flying wildly in your face. You were moaning just about as loud as he had been earlier.

“That’s it, angel, let it all out… that’s a good girl…” he talked you through it, letting you fall into his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You finally caught your breath, settling down. You began laughing to yourself.

“What is it?” Jongho chuckled, leaning back to look you in the eye.

“It’s just… who knew we would both be so loud!” you giggled, hiding your face in the pillow.

He laughed along with you, ruffling your hair. “God, I knew I was rubbing off on you, but I didn’t know it was this bad…”

He then went to pull out, but you stopped him by gripping onto his shoulders. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Can we just… stay like this for a bit?” you asked, eyelashes fluttering desperately.

“Of course. I can’t say no to my angel.” he replied, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. You smiled, then curled back up in his arms, slowly drifting off to sleep. What a great day off.

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[atinycafe]

hello can i request "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" and the one underneath it for poly!ateez? thank you, i love the way you write <3

pairing: poly!ceo!ateez x hybrid!reader (focus on mingi, san and joong) prompt: "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" + "trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so" includes: established relationship, implicit mention of reader having slight separation anxiety, use of "daddy" once but it's not used sexually. word count: 1.4k author's note: thank you so much omg ilysm, that makes me so happy!! hope you have a nice day/night (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) how + what to request? + masterlist

it's been tough. like, seriously tough. your cat ears perk up as your hand reaches for the phone resting on the kitchen counter.

you've been attempting to be a really good kitty, but it's just not working out. your tail sways back and forth behind you. owners!ateez have left you all alone at home for the first time. normally, when they stepped out, at least one of them would stay with you, cradling you in their arms. but this time, luck wasn't on your side. yeosang rained apologies upon your hair, muttering about a super crucial meeting regarding some important business at their company.

you totally get it. your humans are busy men. but you can't shake off the uneasiness that settles in your chest, making it tighten beneath jongho's shirt.

you make up your mind to give them a call. it's alright, you reassure yourself, confident that they won't be bothered. you're simply going to ring them up to find out when they'll be back. you can handle it.

you grab the phone and launch the calling app, pondering over whom to dial. your gaze lingers on the mere eight saved numbers, and you allow your index finger to hover over each one thoughtfully, contemplating their potential responses. who among them would be the least peeved at being disturbed during a meeting?

all of them are nice, but you're aware that a few of them tend to get super absorbed in their work. you nibble on your lower lip, feeling your fangs gently puncture tiny holes into it, recalling seonghwa's gentle admonishment about this habit. his thumb would always come to rescue, freeing your lip from between your teeth, as you taste the metallic tang on your tongue. releasing your lip, you muster the courage and press the number of your choice.

you lift the phone to your ear and patiently await the sound of the ringing tone.

the person on the other end answers promptly, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"sorry, i have to take this call, i'll be right back you can go on without me, yunho, fill me in on what i missed once the meeting's done," you hear mingi's gravelly voice, and your heart tightens at the realization that he didn't even wait to find a private moment to answer the phone.

"hey baby, everything alright?" you hear a door close, muffling mingi's words slightly, but it doesn't hinder the tears welling up in your eyes.

you part your lips, intending to ask the question you've been mustering the courage to pose for the past hour, but instead, a choked-up sob escapes from your throat.

"baby?" this time, mingi's voice takes on a breathy tone, and you can hear him swallow hard. "what's going on, kitty? what's wrong?"

you attempt to respond, but it feels like something is lodged in your throat, causing only coughs to escape, while more tears stream down your face.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. just take a breather," his deep voice resonates through the phone. "in and out, inhale, exhale. yeah, just like that. good girl." you can hear the smile in his voice as you attempt to follow his instructions, albeit shakily.

"are you okay now, kitty? can you tell me what's wrong?" he finally asks, as he senses your breath evening out.

"miss you," you simply answer, while rubbing at your eyes. it's a simple phrase, just two words, but they manage to convey your feelings as you hear mingi hum in response.

"i'll tell the boys to wrap up the meeting. we'll be there in 20. is that okay with you, baby?" mingi assures, offering a solution to your longing.

no, it's not. twenty minutes feels far too long, and before you can concoct a convincing enough lie to spare him any annoyance, mingi interrupts your train of thought.

"actually, baby, we'll be there in 10 minutes. we'll ditch the chauffeur and have wooyoung drive. in the meantime, go to the closets and grab whatever clothes you want," he croons, waiting for a genuine response this time.

"no, hongjoong's gonna be mad," you shake your head, even though mingi can't see you. clutching the phone tighter in your hand, you recall hongjoong's expression when you had raided his closet, piling up all his expensive clothes on your bed, yearning for his scent. he had been kind, explaining gently that you couldn't do that, but you couldn't ignore the visible veins that had surfaced on his forehead upon discovering his favorite balmain suit buried beneath the covers.

"no, he won't, and even if he is, i'll tell him i gave you permission, okay?" mingi reassures, determined to ease your worries about hongjoong's potential reaction.

"okay," you reply softly, your voice carrying a mix of relief and trust in his words.

"i'll hang up then. we'll be there soon enough," mingi confirms, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"okay," you respond once more.

"love you?" mingi asks in a peculiar manner, and you understand that he's subtly requesting to hear you say "i love you." it strikes you as odd, since you never fail to reciprocate those three words.

"love you," you respond, and before hanging up, you hear a playful "mwah" followed by the disconnection of the call.

you swiftly release the phone without a second thought and make your way through each room, collecting a piece of clothing from each of the boys. as you enter hongjoong's room, you pause in front of his wide-open closet. your gaze fixates on the velvety texture of his renowned black and white balmain suit, but you opt against taking it after catching a faint trace of his scent, faded from the length of time it had remained unworn. instead, you choose to retrieve one of his cozy hoodies, adding it to the growing pile in your hands.

you make your way back to your room, tossing all the clothes onto your bed. following suit, you bounce onto the soft surface, sliding yourself under the covers. taking the gathered clothes, you form them into a ball and press it against your face, inhaling deeply. the intertwined scents of your beloved humans instantly envelop you, bringing a profound sense of tranquility.

without even realizing it, you drift off to sleep, your ears being the only things peeking out from beneath the cozy pink covers.

you gradually awaken to the sensation of gentle kisses being planted on your nose. you open your eyes slightly, only to be greeted by san's blond bangs. before you can even process his presence in your bed, you feel the comforting touch of another pair of cold hands softly scratching the base of your ears. a purr instinctively emanates from your chest, and san smiles against your pulse, relishing the soothing vibrations against his own skin, a sensation he always adores.

you manage to turn, your eyes half-closed as the light filters in, and they settle on hongjoong's gentle smile. he's still dressed in a suit, and you blush at the sight. you adore him in sweatpants and oversized shirts, but your heart can't help but flutter faster in his presence.

you hear san chuckle, his head still nestled in your neck.

"kitty, your heart's beating so fast. happy to see daddy?" he mumbles, strong hands intertwining around your waist, his palm coming to rest on your chest, feeling the gentle thud of your heart.

hongjoong's smile widens as you glance away, unable to meet his gaze due to the embarrassment. he bends down slightly, his hand reaching to gently hold your cheeks. you revel in the coolness of his touch, appreciating how his hands always seem to be refreshingly cold.

"i'm happy to see you too, kitten. i missed you so much, couldn't stop thinking about you during that boring meeting," he whispers in the quiet room. you feel san nod against you, his arms tightening around you, and he murmurs a "me too."

"where are the others?" you inquire, noticing the absence of their hands on your body, causing a slight twitch in your eyebrows.

"in the shower, they're coming soon" hongjoong answers, his smile never leaving his face as he looks down at you. you nod in response, managing to free one hand from san's grasp, reaching out for hongjoong, and the eldest boy takes your hand. he sits down next to you, his eyes never wavering from your gaze as he drops a soft kiss to your forehead.

and soon enough you feel the thumping sounds of footsteps in the hallways, approaching your door. the boys enter to find you sandwiched between san and a shirtless hongjoong, his vest and dress shirt long forgotten on the heated floor of your room.

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[mirisss]

The Beauty Inside of You

Ateez OT8 x afab! reader

True Beauty (K-drama) inspired. In this, all members of Ateez are the same age as (Y/n). 

Warnings: Bullying (both physical and verbal), low self-esteem, angst, sort of mentioning suicide (not saying it outright but saying something like “thought you were gone forever”). 

Wordcount ≈ 2.8k

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 

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Third Person POV

Cherry’s Café is one of Seoul's most popular cafés. Located in a small and cozy building is a family-run café that has grown into one of the city’s most loved cafés. The (L/n) family opened the café 22 years ago just before their firstborn child was born, now 22 years later, the family has three children. (L/n) Jaehyun, the oldest, (L/n) Yunjin, the middle child, and (L/n) (Y/n), the youngest. (Y/n) is still in high school while her older siblings are studying at university but most of the time, they work at the café along with their parents. 

(Y/n) is a sweet and nice girl who focuses on her studies, she has a nice friend group at school. She isn’t one of those loud kids, she’s more on the quiet side. This is why most people were surprised when they found out that (Y/n) was dating the resident bad boys of the school, the eight boys known by their ‘gang’ name, Ateez. 

Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Choi San, Kang Yeosang, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, and Jeong Yunho, also known as Ateez. The eight resident bad boys, while it’s known that they have been in a fight or two, mostly people call them bad boys because of the way they dress and the fact that they feel so, untouchable. 

Everyone was surprised when Ateez began hanging out with (Y/n) and her friend group, and soon enough when Ateez announced that they and (Y/n) were dating. Most people just congratulated them and moved on, while some people couldn’t accept that (Y/n) had landed the eight hottest boys in school. However, these people, mostly girls, couldn’t let others see their distaste for the relationship so they pretended to be nice until they were alone with (Y/n). 

“Ya, (Y/n), you ugly bitch!” (Y/n) quickly looked up at the mirror to see who was behind her in the bathroom, finding a group of 5 girls that she had seen around school but never really interacted with. “What?” (Y/n) was confused, why were these girls cussing her out? “What? Don’t play dumb. You're an ugly bitch who doesn’t deserve to live,” “I’m not playing dumb, what have I ever done to you?” The group laughed mockingly while glaring at (Y/n). “You stole our boyfriends,” “I didn’t know you guys had boyfriends,” “Ateez were ours, not yours, but now you’ve stolen them,” The girl who appeared to be the leader of the group pushed (Y/n)’s shoulder harshly so that her back bumped into the sink behind her. 

“They have never said anything about past girlfriends or boyfriends,” Just as the girls were preparing to continue the argument, someone approached the bathroom door so the group dispersed and went out. (Y/n) thought the interaction was weird but she shook it off as a one-time thing. However, she was wrong. Each day, it seemed like those girls harassed her more and more. It started as just verbal harassment but the more (Y/n) stood up for herself, the more agitated the girls became which resulted in their abuse turning from verbal to physical. 

The first time they turned physical wasn’t too bad. Once again, they were in the bathroom. (Y/n) was backed up against a wall, the leader of the group held a lukewarm cup of water in her hand that she threw in (Y/n)’s face. It stung but fortunately, it wasn’t boiling warm so no real damage was made. “Break up with them or this will become worse,” The leader said as she glared at (Y/n). “Woah, look at her face, so ugly,” Another one of the girls proclaimed loudly. 

Because of the lukewarm water, her make-up had been ruined, revealing red-blemished cheeks. The redness came mostly from the warm water but also from light acne. The girls laughed at her and mocked her for her ‘ugly’ face. “Shut up, there’s nothing wrong with my face,” The girls left laughing like hyenas after that. (Y/n) cried a few tears as she tried to clean herself up. 

Each day the bullying became worse. But she didn’t say anything to her family or her boyfriends. The Ateez boys noticed that she was dressing differently from before, more long sleeves and pants rather than t-shirts and skirts. But they put it up to winter approaching, the cold weather requiring warmer clothes. 

“(Y/n)-ah, sweety, want to go see a movie after school?” “Sure, Yunho. Which movie should we watch? Are the others joining us?” “Mm, Mingi is coming and I think Hongjoong’s coming too. We’re thinking of watching that new comedy movie or the new horror movie, any movie in particular that you want to see?” “I don’t care, as long as I’m with you guys I’ll be happy!” Yunho pulled (Y/n) into a tight hug as they laughed, soon enough their teacher came and Yunho had to move to his own seat. 

Later that day, (Y/n), Yunho, Mingi, Hongjoong, and Jongho who decided to join them, were standing in line to buy their tickets and snacks. The group of girls who bullied (Y/n) followed them to the cinema, upset that (Y/n) didn’t seem to take them seriously. The girls walked over to (Y/n) and the boys, sickly sweet fake smiles on their faces as they pretended to be friends with (Y/n). “(Y/n)? Omg, so nice to run into you here, oh, and some of the Ateez boys too!” Hongjoong noticed the uncomfortable look in (Y/n)’s eyes as she noticed the girls. “Hi, I’m Yunho. Are you friends with (Y/n)?” “Yes, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed us before,” The girls tried their best to flirt with Yunho as he was the only one to give them any attention. “We have to go now, goodbye,” Hongjoong said before he pulled his s/o’s with him, leaving the cinema. 

“Huh? Weren’t we gonna see a movie?” Jongho questioned. “Yeah, but I think I rather do it at home,” Hongjoong muttered as they continued walking. After they were far from the cinema, he came to a stop, turning to look at (Y/n). “Who are those girls?” “I don’t know, they go to our school, I never really talk with them,” “You seemed uncomfortable when they came around,” “I just don’t know them, that’s all,” The boys bought (Y/n)’s explanation and went to the boys' apartment to watch a movie. 

A few weeks later, (Y/n) was in charge of closing up her family’s café as her parents and siblings were away at a meeting. With only five minutes left until closing time, the café was pretty much empty. The sky was dark outside, the wind cold and harsh as winter was just days away. She was cleaning up behind the counter when the bell over the door rang, indicating that someone had walked inside. She turned around with a smile, ready to welcome whoever this last-minute customer was. However, her smile dropped as she was met with the disapproving glares of the girls from her school. 

“Hello ugly,” “Welcome to Cherry’s Café, how can I help you?” “You can help us by disappearing, you disgrace of a human being,” “We close in 3 minutes, do you wish to buy some muffins or a cake?” (Y/n) tried her best to keep her cool and act professional, but the girls were making it hard for her. “Whoops,” The leader of the girls pushed a beautiful cake off the counter onto the floor. “No!” (Y/n) exclaimed. “Wow, you are one clumsy girl,” Another one of them said as she proceeded to take some muffins and cupcakes and throw them on the floor. Another girl took a cupcake with a lot of frosting on it, walked over to (Y/n), and harshly smudged it into (Y/n)’s face. “What a messy girl, how can you represent a nice place like this when you look like a pig?” 

The girls continued tormenting (Y/n) by trashing the café, throwing cakes and sweets all over the floor and some on (Y/n). Even taking the water (Y/n) had prepared to use to mop the floor and pouring it over (Y/n)’s head. Sooking her in half-dirty water. (Y/n) began crying, seeing her family’s beloved café trashed, and hearing all the insults the girls were throwing her way. One of the girls took up her phone and began recording (Y/n), who sat on the dirty floor, crying, begging them to stop. 

“Please stop, please,” “Oh? What was that? You pig, this is your mess, hmm? Pigs belong in dirty pigsties after all,” “Remember, you’re nothing more than an ugly pig,” The girls themselves couldn’t be seen in the video, only (Y/n). Once they had ruined every single cake and sweet in the café, they left. (Y/n) stayed on the floor crying for a few minutes before she got up and began cleaning up. Not wanting her parents to find the café trashed. 

2 days later, the bullies posted the video of (Y/n) crying in the café on the school’s home page and all the social media that they could access. Almost everyone at school had seen the video, and while they didn’t find (Y/n) as ugly as those girls said, they laughed at her for looking so pathetic. As she walked through the corridors people laughed at her, some even making grunting noises to imitate a pig. (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore and ran away crying. She ran out of school, just running as far as she could. 

(Y/n)’s head teacher had seen the video and immediately called her parents to inform them of the situation. “Mr. Kim, what is this about? Has (Y/n) done something?” Her mother asked, worried after being requested to come to the school instantly. “(Y/n) hasn’t done anything, this is about a situation that involves your daughter and some other girls who are suspected of attending this high school. Let me show you a video that was anonymously posted on the school’s page,” Mr. Kim showed them the video, (Y/n)’s parents almost began crying as they saw how their youngest daughter was being treated. “As of right now, we don’t know where (Y/n) is, her friends told us that she ran out of school after some people made fun of her in the corridors,” “Oh, this is terrible, we have to find her,” Her parents tried to call her but (Y/n) wasn’t answering. She had turned off her phone, not wanting to see any more mean comments about her. 

Seonghwa, San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang were hanging out at Ateez’s place with a close friend of Wooyoung’s, Changbin. They had decided to ditch school that day and just chill at home. Changbin was using his phone, just scrolling through social media when he came upon a video with a girl that looked fairly familiar. “Hey, isn’t this (Y/n), your girlfriend?” He showed the other boys the video. “What the hell? Yeah, that’s (Y/n),” “Who the fuck did this to her?” All of them felt their blood boiling as they saw the tears falling down their girlfriend’s face. Seonghwa picked up his, dialing Hongjoong’s number. “Have you seen the video?” Was the first thing Seonghwa asked as Hongjoong picked up. “Yeah, just saw it, do you know where (Y/n) is? She’s not picking up our calls” “I might have an idea,” Seonghwa said before they hung up. Seonghwa sent the address to Hongjoong before they all hurried to try and find (Y/n). 

After about an hour, the eight boys had grouped up and finally, they found (Y/n). She was sitting in a small park that not many people went to. She once mentioned that she would go to this park when she was feeling down. (Y/n) said that she used to hang out at that park with her siblings when they were younger. “(Y/n), baby,” Wooyoung said as he walked over to her, enveloping her in a gentle hug. Soon enough, the entire group had joined the hug as (Y/n) cried. 

“Why didn’t you tell us that they were bullying you?” San asked, his eyes just as teary as (Y/n)’s. “I thought I could handle it, it wasn’t that bad in the beginning, but then it just became worse and worse,” “You should have come to us, we want to be there for you,” Yeosang said as he caressed (Y/n)’s cheek, wiping away some of the tears that stained it. “I know, but, I just, I just wanted to be strong,” “Asking for help is also being strong,” Mingi said as he pulled off his coat, putting it over (Y/n)’s shoulders. When she left the school she didn’t have her jacket with her so she had been sitting in the park in the cold without a jacket. 

“Come on, I think you should go home. Your family must be worried sick about you,” Seonghwa said. The boys walked her home, knocking on the door as they arrived. Yunjin was the one who opened the door, she immediately threw herself at (Y/n), pulling her into a tight hug. “(Y/n), omg, you’re okay, we were so worried, mom and dad are out of their minds, they thought you were gone forever,” “Mom! Dad! (Y/n)’s here,” Jaehyun yelled as he came to the door to check who it was. Their parents came running out and joined Yunjin in hugging (Y/n). Jaehyun soon joined the hug too. 

“Darling, we were so worried. The school called and they showed us this terrible video of you being bullied at the café, and then you didn’t answer our calls and you were gone for hours,” “I’m sorry mom,” “It’s okay, honey. You’re home now, it’s all fine,” “Thank you for bringing her home boys,” (Y/n)’s dad said as he turned to the eight boys that stood a few steps behind them. “No worries, we were worried about her too. I’m sorry we didn’t call you the second that we found her,” Jongho apologized to them as Ateez all looked down at the ground. 

“Would you boys want to join us for dinner?” (Y/n)’s mom asked as she smiled with teary eyes at the boys. (Y/n)’s family might not have known about her relationship with the eight boys yet, but all they knew was that these boys cared deeply for (Y/n) and (Y/n) for them. “We’d love to,” Seonghwa answered. The dinner helped (Y/n) cheer up as both her family and her boyfriends joked around to make her smile. Hongjoong later asked (Y/n) if the girls they ran into at the cinema were the ones who had bullied her, and when she confirmed his suspicion he went to the teacher and told them who the people behind it were. The girls were then suspended from school and their parents had to pay a fine to the café because of what the girls had done. Ateez also took it upon themselves to make sure no one else would hurt (Y/n) ever again. 

“Am I ugly?” (Y/n) asked one late night as she and Ateez sat in the boys’ living room. “Why would you ask that?” Yeosang proclaimed as he shook his head. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world, so no, you’re not ugly,” Yunho said. “It’s just, those girls kept calling me ugly and a pig, just because I have some acne, so I don’t know, I guess I began feeling like I actually am ugly,” “Don’t listen to them, you are beautiful just the way you are. No matter if you’re tall or short, have clear skin or not, no matter how you look on the outside you will be pretty because you are so wonderful and beautiful on the inside,” Jongho answered as all of the boys looked at (Y/n) with nothing but love in their eyes. “I love you guys,” “We love you too,” 

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[beenbaanbuun]

dom wooyoung who makes you cum 8 times after you act bratty to make him jealous on purpose for fun, one for each letter in his name

wooyoung would have way too much fun with this. like sure, it’s kind of torture for you, but wooyoung is having the time of his life.

i feel like he does it over the course of a day, number one because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you too much, and number two because he likes the unpredictability.

so obviously orgasm no.1, no.2 and no.3 come the day after the jealousy incident, and it happens first thing in the morning. you wake up to his own low moans and you turn to him, only to finding him working on his cock. his hand is slicked with lube as he runs it slowly up and down his length.

“you’re awake then, honey,” he says when he spots you wide eyes and staring at his dick, “good. i was just about to wake you myself. it’s time for your punishment, baby…”

and obviously you’re confused because you’ve only just woke up, but wooyoung just pushes the quilt from your body and moves himself to sit between your legs. your sleep shorts are pulled to the side, revealing your quickly slickening pussy. and with no delay, his fingers are on you. they spread your juices around, allowing for him to slip his fingers inside with relative ease and spread you out for his dick. he knows exactly how to get you off, so he pulls out all the stops and brings you to your high in record time.

“that’s W,” he says and his hands grab your thighs and push them apart to allow his pelvis to press closely against yours, “you ready for O?”

and to say you’re now absolutely baffled by his words is an understatement, but before you can ask him what he’s on about, he pushes into you. this time, he takes it slower, rolling his hips in and out slowly in the way he know drives you insane. and not in a good way…

it doesn’t take long until you’re begging him to go quicker and harder, but he just laughs from his position above you and continues at his excruciating pace. you don’t get much solace from it until he places a finger on your clit yet again, grinding it down in circles until you tighten up around him and flop flaccidly against the bed. he cums pretty soon after and pulls out slowly.

and the plan was to leave it at that until later, but when he spots the cum, his cum, oozing out of you, he just goes feral. now, i am of the opinion that wooyoung likes things to be dirty and messy because i think it works so well with his meanness, so i don’t think he has any issue eating his own cum from your pussy. in fact, i’d argue that he finds it hot knowing that the concoction he’s swallowing down is actually just a mixture of the two of you. that’s where the second O and orgasm no.3 come from…

he cleans you up after that and after a little pushing from you, finally reveals his schemes.

“eight orgasms, baby,” he says from where he sits with his chest to your spine in the bath. the water is still warm, despite how long you two had been in there, “one for each letter of my name. you seemed to forget it’s me you belong to yesterday, and i just want to make sure it won’t happen again.”

you’re kind of astounded by his creativity, and honestly, a little turned on. you turn around to straddle him, only intending on a lazy make-out session in the bath.

you end up having orgasm Y and O right there…

Y happens when you get a little carried away and begin to grind your hips down against his lower stomach. you purposefully avoided his dick, wanting to tease him a little more to see whether or not you could get a rise out of him. you do, and that’s why orgasm O follows immediately afterwards, with you riding him the as rapidly cooling water splashes over the sides of the tub.

and then wooyoung has to leave you for a little while. something about work, although you try your hardest to get him to stay at home and finish his job. he tells you it’ll happen later, so you’re left to sit and wait on the edge for a while, not knowing when he’ll be home to finish the punishment. it sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but wonder whether this anxiety is just another aspect of it all. knowing how evil he can be in bed, you wouldn’t be surprised.

it’s evening by the time he gets back, and everything is very much normal. you eat together, watch tv together, and then before you know it, it’s bedtime. you have yet to bring up the punishment, suspecting that he’ll bring it up when he’s ready to, but as you watch him put his pyjamas on and crawl into bed, you can’t help but think he’s forgotten about it.

you crawl in beside him, ready to just sleep and move on with tomorrow as if the unfinished punishment wouldn’t be living in the back of your mind for the next week, and then you feel his fingers on your core. he begins to rub circles over your shorts, much like he had in the morning, pulling a few surprised whines from you.

“didn’t think i’d forget, did you honey?” he asks, and when you nod, he coos, “i’m sorry, baby. i’d never forget about you, i just wanted to make you wait for it.”

you don’t reply as he slides a finger in and begins pumping it slowly. soon after another joins it, and together they begin to curl up into your walls. you gasp when they find your g-spot, and then carry on abusing the same area. they tease that one specific spot until your back in arching off the bed and you’re letting out breathy moans into the darkness of the bedroom. he works you through it, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips as you pant.

“that’s U, baby,” he says, “just two more, okay? but i want them on my tongue, baby. want to taste you when you cream on my face.”

this time he doesn’t bother tearing the covers back and just dips himself beneath them. he finds himself settled between your legs and once against shifts your shorts to the side to reveal his favourite meal. he dives right in, working you through one orgasm, and then straight into another. while the first one takes a while, the second comes hard and fast, clit too overstimulated for anything else to happen. your thighs squeeze around his head as he pushes you through it, and before you know it, it’s over, and he’s pulling away from you.

with a goodnight kiss from his sticky lips, he sends you off the sleep. you have to admit, it’s the best you’ve slept in weeks.

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[aclowntiny]

Hi! First of all, belated congrats on the 800 followers! 🥰🥰

Can you pls do how ateez would react to you calling them pretty boy? would they find it funny, get a bit emotional, be confused..

Thank you! ❤️

No, thank YOU 🥰 Ooh I can SO see some of the reactions already, truly a full spectrum here 😆 let’s get this 🍞! Warning: a bit suggestive in two, super silly in another 🤡

Ateez When You Call Them ‘Pretty Boy’

Hongjoong

You’d asked if it was a good day to pay a visit to the studio, and it was. Grabbing Hongjoong’s coffee order for him, your favorite for yourself, and an extra little treat to split, you swung by to see the hardworking man you adored.

“How’s it going, pretty boy?”

Your words fell out affectionate, honeyed as your eyes were when they fell upon your love.

“Good, beautiful.” Hongjoong replied instantly, but you can see the way his face ducks out of your view with a wide, shy smile.

“Good,” you repeated, “I brought you some caffeine and sugar to keep you going.”

“First I’m pretty, now this? No wonder I thought I was dreaming when you walked in,” Hongjoong replied, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Swinging open the door with sugar coating your words and gaze as you had, you couldn’t help the flush you felt creep across your cheeks when it was handed right back to you. “Oh, stop it,” you waved off his compliment.

“You started it,” the love of your life shook his head and smiled, pulling you down into his lap, arms snaking around you, “so let me keep it going, hm?”

“Ok, pretty boy.” You couldn’t see Hongjoong without twisting, but as you rested your hand against his cheek you could feel warmth, smiling with satisfaction.

Seonghwa

“I-I don’t know, (y/n), what do you think?” Seonghwa was trying on a new outfit, something similar to a photoshoot ensemble he’d be modeling, and if his tight posture was anything to go off of confidence wasn’t running high.

Not that you could understand why- his body proportions, intense eyes, skill at owning a concept, all of them blew you away. “Are you kidding?” You waved an arm over him as he stood beneath a corporate dressing room spotlight. “You look amazing in that! You’re so tall and handsome they’ll beg you to switch to modeling. I know you’re feeling shy about the crop too, but there’s no reason to, pretty boy.”

With a glance down, Seonghwa repeated your words shyly.

Pride colored your smile as you took a step closer. “Beautiful man.”

“(Y/n), stop it,” he chided sheepishly, but all that did was encourage you.

“Why, scared of the truth?” Your hands found the collar of his top, tugged you closer in.

His ears were red. “No, I just…I do really appreciate it. Sometimes I worry my body could be better or that I won’t work the concept well or… I don’t know.”

“We all feel that way, hun, but trust me when I say you’re stunning, ok?”

Seonghwa’s eyes returned to yours, pink still dusting his cheeks as he smiled at you, your hands still on his chest. “Well, if I’m stunning, then you’re positively celestial.”

Celestial? Alright, then it was your turn to blush as Seonghwa pulled you into a quick, messy hug before disappearing back behind the black dressing room curtain.

Yunho

You crawled on top of Yunho where he lay flat, one hand propping up his head.

“Joining me?”

“If I may,” you teased, hovering above him in a rooting splay of limbs.

“Anytime,” he remarked, the hand not resting behind his head finding the small of your back and gently coaxing you all the way down, “you’re my favorite blanket, you know.”

“And you’re my favorite pillow.” You breathed in response before leaning in for a kiss, one Yunho deepened immediately, sending you gasping into his parted lips and fixing him with a wide-eyed smile of disbelief as you pulled slowly apart. “Little warning next time, pretty boy?”

The teasing glint in your eyes was contagious, it seemed, twinkling in Yunho’s as well. One corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. “What did you call me?”

No beating around the bush, not if that was how he was playing it. “Pretty boy,” you repeated with a smirk of your own, one hand sassily supporting your chin.

Before you knew it, Yunho’s hands had encircled your hips and he slid out from beneath you, taking your place as the one hovering over. The bed creaked beneath each shift, the newfound pressure of his elbows.

“Call me that one more time, I dare you.”

You dared.

Yeosang

“Do you mind grabbing me a water while you’re up?” Those words came from Yeosang, your boyfriend, as he reclined on the dorm couch, a long day of work settling into his bones. Even in a somewhat tired state, he was gorgeous, his jawline accented by the way his head tilted back against the vertical cushions.

From the kitchen, you looked upon him fondly, not even tearing your eyes away to pop open the refrigerator and produce the requested bottle, your fingers closing around a familiar cold and plucking it forth. You made your way back to the living room with anticipation glimmering in your eyes.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.”

At those words, Yeosang sat up. “What?”

“I said whatever you say, pre-”

“No, I heard you, I just…” He tilted his head like a cat, lifting a giggle from you. “I don’t know how to take that.” Yeosang’s face was serenely blank, only the tiniest hint of a furrow across his brow.

“Take it as a compliment. Or would you prefer ‘handsome man’ next time?” You ask, leaning an arm on the edge of the couch, head ducking closer to his.

Looking satisfied, Yeosang nods, a little smile playing on his lips. “That’s right.”

“Alright,” you tease, playfully swatting him, “getting a little bit cocky, are we, pretty boy?”

“I thought we agreed on-” You cut him off by presing your lips on his.

San

Faintest strands of light filtered into the room through the blinds, but they were not nearly enough to pierce the fluttering lids of your content eyes. San lay at your side, pressed just about as close as humanly possible to you, his nose gently nuzzling into your neck as if he could breathe you in.

His arm was thrown around you, your legs tangled in a mess of pooling pajama fabric upon the mattress.

“(y/n)?” Something about the way the little rays struck his shining hair, the utter content in his voice, his dark eyes peering upon you, had your heart soaring.

“Yes, pretty boy?” You replied before even thinking about it, the first sweet words that came to you rolling forth. He gave pause, lips parted soundlessly as his gaze softened even more- if that was possible.

Eyes shining, San broke into the widest of smiles, adorable dimples revealing themselves as he wrapped both hands around you. “You- you really think-”

An involuntary giggle escaped you at his surprise, the heart-fluttering way he clung to you, but your response came as immediately as the endearment itself. “Of course.”

“I can’t even begin to tell you how beautiful you are to me,” San replied, tone soaring with emotion, “but this moment right here is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. Thank you…just for being you. I love you, (y/n).”

Your gaze shyly flitted between the sheets and San’s loving eyes as you smiled. “I love you, too, pretty boy.”

Mingi

The two of you are play-fighting, just halfway to having a fake wrestling match when you land a soft “blow” on his chest. “Take that, pretty boy!”

“Pretty boy? Coming from the most beautiful?”

At that point he’s frozen, you’re frozen, both of you are just staring at each other. Mingi’s ears have gotten a bit red. And all at once everything in you gives into the flush of his words, your head falling shyly onto his chest.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me now,” he says, tilting your head up with a finger under your chin.

“Ok,” you agree, leaning forward to connect your lips, smiling as Mingi’s arms wrap around you.

You lower your joined bodies down, and the moment you separate, Mini giving you a lovestruck grin, you press a hand to his chest, lightly pinning him down. “I won.”

“Nope, you kissed me,” Mingi argues, leaning his forehead against yours, “so I’d say I won.”

Wooyoung

In all honesty, you thought you were being sexy. Wooyoung and you were tossing banter back and forth, then you crossed your arms stubbornly and hit him with the holy grail of corny fanfic flirts: “Oh yeah, what’s it to you, pretty boy?”

His eyes widen, though, and soften. “You think I’m pretty?”

Of course the first thought crossing your mind is to clarify, to object on the grounds of be more turned on, but as you fix your gaze on him Wooyoung looks so…enamored? Overjoyed? You just can’t kill his enthusiasm because hey, he’s not wrong in the slightest.

“Of course I do,” you agree, banter almost entirely forgotten now in place of a more earnest tone, “you’re surprised?”

“I guess a little,” he replies, sliding over to your side to kiss your cheek, “but I’m happy. Someone as beautiful as you really thinks I’m pretty too!”

Jongho

How had it even started? Someone teased someone, you were sure, but nearly all your thoughts had faded, your entire being focused into the pumping of your legs as you ran from Jongho’s chase, a mad little laugh escaping you as you rounded a tight corner.

Venturing a swivel of your head, you saw Jongho bearing quickly upon you. Curse his soccer legs, the man was a fast runner. Speed would not be your method of victory.

Evasion, then. Eyeing the kitchen, you sprang up onto the counter like a cat, folding your legs as you scooted into the corner where cabinets met just enough distance above the smooth surface for you to compact into. Folding your legs into a froglike crouch, you smirked at Jongho as he barreled into the kitchen after you. “What are you going to do now, pretty boy?”

The moment the words reverberated from you, Jongho’s nose was wrinkling in apparent disgust. “Pretty boy? Oh, that is it.”

Without warning, he scooped you back off the counter and into his arms, holding your back to his chest as you protested. “Why do you have to be so strong?”

“I thought you loved it,” he replied, breath warm against your ear with each of his teasing words. You could feel his heartbeat against your back from all the running.

“I do, but I also like winning,” you pouted.

“Too bad,” Jongho chuckled as he spun you around into a kiss.

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[ad0rechuu]

JUNG WOOYOUNG’S SUPERPOWER. ━━ JWY

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ excitedly grabbing each other's hands during a concert and jumping up and down together & good night kisses

requested by @jaehunnyy. ━━━━━ gn! reader x non idol! jung wooyoung , fluff , staring: only wooyoung & yn , tw: one (1) mention of anxiety , wc: 671 , notes: thank you for being my first request chippie and sorry that it took so long but i loved writing wooyoung and ur request !

[ listening to . . . ] coloring book by the regrettes

masterlist | credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOUR BEST FRIEND, JUNG WOOYOUNG, HAD A SUPERPOWER.

He had shown up at your home last minute with two concert tickets for his and your favorite band in his hand and basically dragged you to the venue no matter how much you scolded and nagged at him for his impulsivity. Still, as the venue filled up with more excited fans, you felt your heart racing.

And before any negative thoughts could ruin your night, he had cupped your hands in own, jumping up and down giddily as soon as the music started.

The smile on his beautiful face was almost blinding. You could barely hear his voice as he sung with the band wholeheartedly. You knew it would sound good to you anyway. Even if it wasn't the best, you knew it wouldn’t matter to you because he was Wooyoung.

It made you realize the sheer strength of his power.

Wooyoung’s superpower wasn’t anything like you saw in the media like teleportation, super speed, or telekinesis.

His superpower was greater than that. It made you feel comfortable no matter how deep you could talk yourself into anxiety. His superpower effortlessly lifted you up when life dragged you down.

AS THE TWO OF YOU off the bus and walked the familiar way home, ecstatic from the concert, you couldn’t help but replay the memories of the two of you dancing together.

The entire evening was a challenge to keep your eyes off the boy by your side, and it still proved difficult as you two set foot on the street heading towards home.

A strange feeling bubbled up in your belly as you spotted your home in the near distance; you realized your night with Wooyoung would have to end soon.

A part of you wanted to make an excuse just to keep him next to you. Just a little while longer. But after turning to him and seeing the yawn stretching across his face, you decided against it.

Both of you stopped in front of the familiar building and met each other's eyes.

You looked down at the floor, breaking the silence. “Thank you for taking me out tonight, Woo. I had a great time with you at the concert.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled warmly. “I’m glad you did. We should do it again soon. I really enjoy spending time with you.”

You echoed his words with a nod. “I really enjoy spending time with you too!”

He smiled at the fondness in your voice. It matched the emotions in his dark eyes. He pointed in the direction of the door with his head.

“It’s late. You should probably go in before it gets cold.” He didn’t want the moment to end, but he didn’t want you getting sick on his conscience either.

“You’re right, I guess.” You looked around as if you could see the air cooling, the strange feeling only getting stronger as you spoke. “Well, goodnight!”

He laughed again as you turned around, feeling the exact same need in the pit of his stomach. “Goodnight.”

You opened the gate but hadn’t even taken two steps in when you heard the call of your name again.

“Yn, wait!” Wooyoung called nervously after you, seeming to wait for you to come closer again.

His cheeks reddened when you met his eyes. “I, uh—”

He didn’t get to finish whatever he was trying to say as he felt two lips fall clumsily on his own interrupting him. You cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly.

His superpowers didn’t warn him of this moment— the moment Wooyoung had been dreaming for months about.

You two parted after a few seconds. But it felt like something entirely new bloomed between you when your lips connected under the streetlights, the moon and stars as your only witness.

One last shy smirk graces your pretty features before you turned around once more. Your giddy yet knowing voice reached his ears for the last time that night; to him, it sounded like a melody.

“Sweet dreams, Woo!”

networks. @cromernet

notes. i loved writing wooyoung so much i wanna do it more!! but its my first official stand alone ateez fic and i am so nervous so please leave feedback! also please let me know if i got the tag list right! also credits to lilo for the listening to part of the lay out check out her works!

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[sanspuppet]

5. “You have no idea how much i want you right now”

19. “i’m yours”

W/T: teasing, kinda dirty talk, public sex (? i mean you’re not the only one at home), quick and unprotected sex

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Wooyoung x afab!reader

not proofread saurry 🤞🏻

Inviting your bestfriends at dinner was surely a great idea, a nice way to spend a fun evening with the company of great seven man. Right? Well at least for you, Wooyoung was having a good time but he planned something else for you two before you invited your friends.

You listened carefully to Jongho as he was telling y’all a fun story the one of his friends told to him the morning of the same day, which got you almost rolling on the floor from laughter. Every one of you was clearly enjoying, especially Mingi who was laughing like a 8 years old child. On the other hand there was Wooyoung who simply giggled a couple times, but mostly giving you deep stares, from what you could have caught by looking with the crook of your eyes.

After two good hours, unfortunately most of your guests had to leave, greeting and thanking you before going back home. Still some of your friends found a comforting spot on your couch, chatting together without minding what time it was. If Mingi and Yunho were completely infatuated by your PS5, Seonghwa helped you and your boyfriend cleaning the table.

“Thanks Hwa, you can reach them two now and have fun with… yeah whatever that makes them chucking like that” you conceded him, while taking the washing-up liquid. He nodded at you with a smile before leaving and heading towards the living room.

You sighed deeply at the boringness of washing the dishes, just looking at your hand drawing soapy circles on them, when suddenly your body shivered at the feeling of two hands groping your hips, a recognizable smirk got close to your ear.

“How’s my baby doing?” Wooyoung cooed sweetly at you, while his arms were wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your right shoulder.

“Hmm… it could be better, i mean not that i’m having fun right now” You smiled hearing him mewling in comprehension, his grip was getting tighter as the seconds passed by.

“Then just stop, i’ll wash them tomorrow”

“But Wooy-“ his hands dragged down slowly your stomach, getting dangerously close to the gap between your thighs. Your body stiffened and your heartbeat accelerated as you heard a small whimper exiting his mouth, echoing inside your mind.

“You have no idea how much i want you right now.” he kept murmuring, his hands were now groping and touching every single part of your body. You unintentionally blushed at his words, your face seemed burning despite you felt the core down your body becoming a fucking river.

“You know? before you could invite all of them by us… i planned to have sex the entire evening and occasionally half a night, till you couldn’t take more of me”

You trembled, the warmth of his body against yours and the attractive tone of his voice was driving unconsciously you crazy.

“I’m yours…” is the first thing that your brain made you mutter, gaining from Wooyoung a pleased yet surprised chuckle.

“May you repeat? Sorry, i didn’t hear you because of all the noise those fools are making with our playstation”

“I said i’m yours, you fucker.” you voiced loudly, turning around trying to notice if the others could have heard you.

“I’m surely gonna fuck you after that, babe.” Meanwhile you have dried your hands with a cloth, Wooyoung started to drag his ones under your shorts, playing teasingly with the sides of your panties, pulling them up to make them press harshly against your aroused clit.

“W-wait… here? you mean now??” you breathed out quickly, your hand instinctively holding onto his shoulder from behind as he was keeping to play with your undies.

“What? Want me to hunt our beloved guests?”

“Well… yeah??” you replied back with a slight concerned tone, while he was simply joking around.

“And what should i say? Guys, get out of my house, we wanna fuck, huh?”

“Yeah, even just like that’d be okey” you turned around to face Wooyoung, the core in your stomach intensifying at the sight of his gorgeous face smirking at you. He sighed, his hands not leaving his grip on your hip for even a second.

“Come on, just a quicky. They won’t hear us” Wooyoung begged you, groping harshly at your butt cheeks trying to convince you.

“Tsk, what are you talking about? you’re louder than me sometimes.” you scolded him, chuckling as he bit his lip.

“Oh please… i mean with that pussy of yours…”

You hit his chest at the sudden reaction of your folds clenching around nothing, just with that the feel of being empty tortured you.

“Okey… but make sure we don’t get caught or you’ll have to deal with them” you raised your index finger at him, turning around to bend at the countertop. You teasingly shook your hips, gaining from him a spank on it. The rough sound of his palm slapping against your skin, made you jolt.

“Fuck! Be quiet” you whisper aggressively.

“Sorry, a habit” his fingers grabbed the elastic of your pants, dragging them down just under your ass. Wooyoung couldn’t help but groan lowly at the sight of your bare skin, breathing heavily to contain his emotions as he pulled aside your sticky panties. He layed on your back to reach your ear.

“Already so wet for me? Perfect, we’ll do it fast i promise… but i can’t promise we won’t have a proper round after they leave.”

“Shush just fuck me already” you held onto his waist once he pulled out his cock, ready to dive into your soaking entrance. As soon as he heard loud sounds coming from the living room, he let out a sharp moan, throwing his head back at the overwhelming pleasure of having your creamy walls clenching around his sensitive length.

“Oh god… so tight. If you keep it like that i’ll be close very soon” he whispered breathily, his fingers squeezed your waist harshly enough to print bruises on your bright skin.

“G-good… speed up” you mewled, tears of pleasure running down your blushed cheeks.

His hips rocked quickly into your, if there wasn’t the backround sound coming from your tv, there could have been surely heard the sticky and squelching sound your lubricated pussy being pumped by Woo’s dick. It didn’t take long for both of you to climax, letting out desperate and sharp sighs instead of what you usually called a moaning mess.

“Fuck fuck fuck…. cum inside” you whimpered quickly, holding your breath as soon as you felt hot and wet ropes shooting inside your leaking pussy.

“Holy fuck… perfect as always, it’s just made to take me” he whined softly, pulling out slowly. He stroked his dick a few last times on the middle of your panties to let out the last drops of his cum, before moving them back on your soaked pussy. Wooyoung patted your ass, chuckling:

“Good work baby, i love you”

You putted your shorts back in position, turning back at him. He placed immediately his lips on yours, while your hands caressed his cheeks. You pull out soon after, giggling at his flustered whine.

“Let’s send them home. Now.”

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[everyonewooeverywhere]

Hey babes! Throwing this in here for u, how would ateez react to running into their childhood best friend (who they may or may not have had a crush on...) by chance after several years of separation?

(Sorry that's so specific hshsgdjsv)

~lyra

hey lovely 💗

this was really cute!!

hongjoong pretends he doesn't see you at first because he isn’t sure if you’d recognize him. but you do (obviously), and you wave him down from the other side of the coffee shop (why does it always come back to a coffee shop with us?). the two off you spend a couple hours chatting and catching up. he gives you his phone number before you go, so he can keep in contact with you. he’s secretly hopeful for a possible chance with you, but he doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

seonghwa is really happy to see you. like so happy to see you that he hugs you upon greeting you. he thinks maybe he’s over-stepped, but you reassure him that it’s fine. you chat for a good while before you realize you have to go back to work and you’re already late. you leave in such a rush that you don’t give him anyway to contact him. he panics and is really sad for the remainder of the day before someone reminds him that this is the 21st century, and he could just look for your instagram. which he finds. crisis averted.

you and yunho were really good friends in elementary school. you would commute to school together on account of you being next door neighbors and your parents wanted to make sure you weren’t walking alone (so they made sure you two walked together). unfortunately for him, though, you moved away at the start of middle school. so it’s incredibly nostalgic for him to run into you. you remind him of a simpler time in his life. the two of you walk around the streets of seoul for old-times sake. leave him with your number hoping he’ll reach out. he does. actually, he texted you making plans 15 minutes after you’d walked away.

you’re the one who recognizes yeosang, and you stare at him for a good minute before he turns around to match your stare. immediately, you both recognize each other. he’s genuinely shocked to see you. and he cannot get over how attractive you’d gotten over the years. in fact, that’s pretty much all he can focus on as he tries to talk with you. you notice this of course and are quick to tease him about it. he takes it in good faith though. laughing with you while he hopes that maybe you feel the same giddiness that he feels over the change of rekindling your friendship.

when san saw you sitting by the river, he thought he was seeing things, but then you caught him staring at you and recognized him immediately. he was very enthusiastic about asking how you’d been. he even asked about your family and wants to know if they are doing well. he asked if you’ll join him on his walk (and you do of course). you both spend so much time talking and walking before he realized that you guys’ had walked further than he meant. you’d ended up at a little ice cream stand though, so you stay there and talk for a long time.

middle school had been pretty hard for you and mingi, so it was kind of inevitable that you two had grown so close so quickly. when he saw you while out shopping, he (very loudly) shouted your name across the store. more out of shock than anything. he hugged you and expressed how good it was to see you and how good you looked. the two of you shopped around together before going your separate ways, but you made plans to see each other soon.

seeing you again reignites something in wooyoung. he 1000% had a crush on you when you were younger, and you 1000% knew it because he was obvious as fuck about it. and of course when you lost touch after middle school he thought he was over it, but running into you again while visiting his family made him realize that he 1000% was not over you. maybe he tries to be more subtle about it this time, but you definitely catch on. he’s thrilled, though, when you ask him if he’d like to join you for dinner.

for jongho, seeing you after all these years was kind of therapeutic for him. you had moved away out of nowhere without a chance to say goodbye. so running into you was kind of like closure on that part of his life. that didn’t mean he didn’t want to see you again though. he made sure to make it clear that he wanted to see you again. even giving you a little side hug and giving you his number.

#⋆.ೃ࿔*✉️:･ lyra #⋆.ೃ࿔*✉️:･ requests (thoughts) #ateez x reader #ateez senarios #ateez imagines #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader