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yeosangs-horizon · 1 year

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Riled Up (San x Reader)

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Genre: Smut Word Count: 1k Member: San | Group: Ateez Content Warning(s): Good ol’ dirty smut, porn what plot Author’s Note: Guess who found an old fic stashed away from 2020 :]

Stripping off your jacket, you sent a glare to San as he had been teasing you all throughout your company dinner. You thought it’d be nice to bring him as your plus one to introduce to your coworkers for the creepy older ones to stop hitting on you, but that backfired as he wouldn't stop trying to get in between your thighs all night.

You had to fake a cough three times, almost actually spewing back up whatever you ate in order to keep your lover at bay to make sure you guys didn’t get caught. Needless to say, your closest coworkers got worried and kept more of an eye on you as the night progressed on. You stood up quickly and walked to the washroom quickly before anybody could utter a word. Splashing water on yourself, you looked at the mirror and shook the dirty thoughts out of your head.

Secretly though, you knew that both you and San enjoyed it. Your thoughts came to a halt as you heard the door open as he strolled up to you. He pressed himself against you on the wall, clashing his lips onto yours in a needy manner.

“Sannie,” you whimpered, knowing that you had to get back before it seemed suspicious.

He held his ground, grinding his hard-on from his pants onto your core. You managed to finally get him off of you before letting out a sigh.

“Can’t we just finish this dinner before you get all needy?”

He crossed his arms whilst raising an eyebrow.

“Thought you liked it baby, but I suppose,” he replied suggestively.

Quickening your pace, you rounded the corner and sat back down at the table, apologizing and reassuring everyone that you were all right. Unbeknownst to your lover, your panties had soaked through and onto your nice dress pants.

***

You huffed as you sent another glare to him as he was stripping off his top after you both somehow made it home in one piece. You couldn’t stay mad at him though, you needed him as much as he needed you.

He turned quickly as he gently pushed you on the bed, letting his legs straddle yours and immediately, you could feel how aroused he was.

“Mmf San, you really had to do that huh?” you mumbled as he began to plant kisses on your cheek, trailing to your lips.

He placed his lips on yours as he began to grind down on your heated core. Letting a finger trail down to your folds, he didn’t even have to slip into your panties to find out how wet you were.

“Is this all cause of me love?” he teased, smirking at you knowing how irritated you were at him. You didn’t reply but instead, bucked your hips up to feel more of his fingers.

“I knew you’d secretly enjoy it baby, feel what you did to me?” he cooed even further, letting his cock twitch on your soaked panties.

You let out a small moan before he stripped off the rest of his garments and slid your soiled panties down. Aligning himself at your folds, he let his sex rub around your slick before sliding in without any trouble. You let him bottom out, feeling the familiar feeling of him inside of you.

“Mmm San, can’t stay mad at you forever, you feel-- hnng too good,” you wavered. He let his hand caresses your face as he planted kisses on your neck.

“That’s right baby, that’s it,” he breathed out.

You start to rock your hips, needing more friction before you felt his cock twitching and he stilled. It took you off guard.

“Um San…?” you questioned before you looked up, his face was flushed and he avoided your gaze the more your walls clamped around him.

He let himself slide out before he could be more stimulated as he looked down in shame.

“Sorry um, kinda got carried away,” he muttered in a low tone. You looked up at him as he was staring at your wet core. Still in need for friction, you clenched around nothing but started to feel his release and your arousal mix and drip out of you.

“Please let me-- make it up to you,” he stuttered.

As guilty as he felt, he couldn’t deny how hot you looked, still being needy with his release dripping out of you. And you as well, wanted to admit that it was hot. The thought itself was already enough to almost bring his cock back to life, still dripping with his own cum.

“It’s okay Sannie, that was kinda hot,” you admitted, leaning up to give him a kiss on his nose. His eyes still glued to your hole saw his release drip out of you as you shifted. He snaked a hand to his member, gently pumping it as he pressed his lips onto yours again.

“Let me finish what I started,” he mumbled lustfully. He panted as his length grew again, ready for a second round.

“Mm please fill me San, I need you so bad,” you pleaded, walls clenching again in need of friction.

He placed his sensitive length and ghosted over your folds, feeling the sticky aftermath that had just occurred. He let it slide back in, pushing in his cum back into you. That thought was enough to get him riled up again. Needing more, he started to quicken his pace, the overstimulation catching up with him in the process.

“Sannie-- nngh-- feels-- so damn-- good,” you uttered out while you let your fingers stimulate your nipples.

“Are you close baby?” he asked breathlessly. You moaned, taking it as a sign that he was close too and let your walls spasm over his twitching length.

“I’m almost… there,” you whimpered as you rocked your hips quickly, letting yourself clamp over his member and ride out your high.

He stilled inside of you again, shooting his hot seed within your walls. You opened your arms up and wrapped it around him, pulling him down onto you.

“Thank you for not leaving me hanging,” you smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” he chuckled.

“We’ll see about that, looks like you punished yourself because you got yourself too worked up over dinner,” you smirked.

“Would it be punishment if I enjoyed it? I loved seeing you so needy. C’mon let’s take a shower now before we get any stickier.”

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brrrkdslek · 5 months

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MY MISTERESS </3

wooyoung giggled excitedly as he rode the elevator upwards to your office, he'd plan to surprise you since you were getting off work early. he bought your favourite flowers and even dressed nicely to see you.

wooyoung had to be the luckiest boy in this entire country as an independent and rich woman like yourself would go for a guy like him, he was over the moon during the first few dates. and it lead to more.

the security guards didn't even bother to glance at wooyoung as he came all the time, so often some people thought he was your intern or something. he jogged and felt his heart race upon nearing your door. he held the handle and took a deep breath before pushing it open, smile dropping as he sees another man inside, holding your hand and saying nice words to you.

you weren't smiling, he noticed. but yet, he couldn't stop the bubbling thoughts in his head, does she not want me anymore? am i not good enough? was i just her entertainment? do i mean nothing to- "wooyoung." your calming voice never failed to send shivers down his spine, he looked around, "he's gone now, you can come here."

you patted your lap as wooyoung regained a small smile and walked over towards you, shoving the flowers in your face, "surprise! i got them for you since i knew you were getting off early today!" your smile only grew wider upon seeing his lovely grin. "oh, i'm so pleased my love." taking hold of the bouquet, you took a deep whiff and sighed before placing it onto your desk.

wooyoung then settled on your lap comfortably just like how he did so many times before. you held onto his waist as your lips connected. wooyoung hoped you couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating, but he couldn't help himself, you were just so, so intoxicating. he whimpered as you slid your tongue into his mouth, as if you were fucking him. did you kiss that guy like that too?

suddenly, wooyoung pulled away. his hands on your shoulders were slightly trembling as his eyes grew red, "is something the matter, woo?" did you call him nicknames too? "i-i... uh-" wooyoung took in shaky breathes as he averted his gaze, constantly blinking away. did you care for him like that too? you nervously cupped his face and looked into his eyes, "wooyoung, talk to me."

he gulped, "who... who was the guy just now?" oh. you put the pieces together, "some client that was trying to win me over, why?" you giggled at the thought of wooyoung being jealous, you know he is and you've seen his cute pout and glares but nothing could've prepared you for what's next.

"do you... not want me anymore?" although it was just below a whisper, you heard it. and god, the tears forming in his eyes stabbed at your little heart. "what?" you were so shocked, how could he think that? "i-i promise i'll do better...!" wooyoung holds both your hands as tears streamed down his face, "i-i promise..! so please, don't leave me, mistress." he couldn't help but sob pathetically.

you immediately pull his in for a gentle and soothing kiss, one of reassurance, proving to wooyoung that he's yours and you're his. pulling away, wooyoung hiccupped as he looked down in shame, shame of what he said, shame of doubting your relationship over some guy. "i-i'm sorry..." you shushed the boy, "no, it's okay." you pull him into your chest and carded your hands through his hair, "i'll never leave you wooyoung. you're one in a million and i'm so lucky to have that."

wooyoung exhaled into your chest, "i should be the one to say that," he tilted upwards to look at you and you thought your heart exploded at his pretty glossy eyes and dusted cheeks, "you're so strong and independent and, and rich. but you still went for a guy like me..." you kiss the tip of his nose, "i will, i will choose you in every lifetime. in every scenario i'd still choose you." wooyoung never blinks as you looked at him with such love, such care. "do you know why?" he shakes his head, "because i love you, woo. you're special to me and you're my everything."

wooyoung couldn't help but get emotional again, clinging onto your neck as he sniffled, mumbling apologies and i love you's as he pecked your cheek and neck every now and then. checking the time, you realised you could get off now since you didn't have any more clients until late tomorrow. "c'mon woo, let's go home. you can cry more in the car." you teased.

wooyoung only whined and shook his head, arms still tightly caging your neck. you sighed before holding his thighs, picking him up with ease even in high heels. picking up the bouquet and your purse, you left the office after locking your door and waving goodbye to your bodyguards who were trying their best not to burst out laughing. "baby, can you hold my purse? otherwise i'll drop you."

passing your purse backwards, he took it into his hands and nuzzled into your neck, intoxicated by your sweet fragrance. the elevator dinged as you got on, pressing B1 for the parking lot. "do you like this perfume?" wooyoung only nodded as he tightened his legs around your hips, "my baby." you kissed the side of his head as you got off the elevator, walking to the car in long strides.

"woo, you have to get off, i need to start the car." the boy whined as he shook his head, tickling your neck. you rolled your eyes, "if you don't get off, i won't watch that movie with you anymore." wooyoung climbed off after that, eyes still red and puffy from all his crying as he got into the passenger seat. no, his seat. he watched from the rear mirror as you wrapped the bouquet as to not crush it before putting it into the trunk.

the car ride home was quiet as neither of you decided to talk, wanting to leave it until you arrived home. however you had a hand on his thigh the entire time, and was slightly brushing against his crotch.

"ah!"

moans filled the bedroom as you pounded into wooyoung's ass. your nails digging into his hips as you continuously thrust your own forward, making him cry out.

you paused for a moment and flipped the male over, making him land onto the pillows with a plop. you smirk as you run your hands over the dark purple spots on his skin, and your red lipstick that smudged most of his face. wooyoung whimpers and leans into your touch, "m-mistress, can i cum? please?" he jolted when you fiddled with his nipples, "i- ah! i really wanna cum..."

"you'll cum when i'm done showing you my love, since you don't believe me." wooyoung whines when you reapply your red lipstick, "i-i believe you...! so please, mistress let me cum!" wooyoung whimpered as he bucked his hip at nothing, precum dripping from his cock and onto his stomach as he twitched painfully.

you smack your lips and check yourself out in the mirror on your vanity for a few seconds before turning back to the boy, nearly laughing at the tears that were forming in his eyes. you got up and straddled his hips as wooyoung let out a high-pitched moan. he gripped your hip as you tutted, "ah, ah, ah. if you move even an inch, you won't get what's next."

wooyoung deflated back into the mattress as you brushed your hair back, "do i look pretty?" wooyoung's eyes sparkled as he admired your perfectly red lips, "the prettiest..." you chuckled and leaned down to peck his nose, leaving a small red lipstick print on his nose.

"can you fuck me now...?" you laughed, "yes, of course."

#brrrkdslek 📁: drabbles #yall im crazy busy so jack off to this while i prepare more fics<3 #idk my schedule is WILD dawg😭#say yw mommy lmao #also im fucking starving idfk #this shit been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long😭😭😭#i need to do my lil bottom wooyoung justice😻#have a great day my gays😽#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung smut #sub wooyoung #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x you #wooyoung drabbles

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atzfilm · 2 years

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clair de lune (m); part four

genre; yandere, vampire!au, reincarnation! au angst, smut

pairing; ot8/f.reader

word count: 10.1k

summary; you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?

note: this first deals with the subject of yandere. with that being said, a lot of the things happening in this fiction will be manipulation, gaslighting, and various other techniques displayed by the characters. if you are not comfortable with that, please do not read.

please don’t reblog with harsh criticism!! not needed or wanted ♡

my bestie calzone read this and helped with grammar <33 LOVE U !! @hongism

part three | part five

chapter four:

content; manipulation, gaslighting, obsessive behavior, age gap, murder, blood, injuries, dark subjects, weapons, emotional manipulation, panic attack, gunshot wound, blood, murdering/referenced murder, blood drinking, cursing, smut: fingering, dry humping

“Please tell me you’re okay.”

You slowly open your eyes, body sluggish as you lift your head. Your lids are heavy, slowly blinking. You can feel the harsh restraint of your wrists tied together, a tug only making it worse. You swallow, mouth dry as you glance around the room. It’s dark. You strain as you glance around, seeing a shadow of a person just across from you. Your heart picks up its pace, feet sliding against the floor to push you further away from them.

“No, no. It’s me,” his voice is hoarse, the sound of chains decorating his words. “It’s Mingi. You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Mingi?” Your mind is still scattered, thoughts jumbled together. Mingi. Oh, Mingi. The previous conversation echoes in your head, the residual anger still resting deep in your heart. But your fear of what’s happening right now prevents it from bubbling to the surface. You’re still deeply afraid and hurt from what Mingi has not been telling you, but it’s not exactly the right time to hash out your differences. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, groaning softly. “Somewhere at their bar, maybe? House? I can see in the dark, but it’s all gray around us. Looks like they threw us in a basement. It’s been a few hours since you’ve been unconscious. I woke up here, but I can guess we’ve been here for almost ten hours.”

Ten. Hours.

The number causes a shiver to roll down your spine. You’ve been stuck in a basement for almost half a day. You’ve read about situations like this, watched it on TV. But none of it has prepared you for reality. The restraint around your hands prevents you from moving your wrists too much, but there’s nothing on your legs. You’re trying not to make yourself panic, taking slow breaths.

“I’m going to die here, aren’t I?” You don’t mean to say it out loud, body shivering. “We’re going to die here, Mingi.”

“Stop,” his voice is harsh, almost seething. “You are not dying. No one is going to kill you.”

“They tied us up. They’re going to play around with us a bit then kill us. Hanse shot at me. If you weren’t there—” You stop yourself, the panic settles in. “I don’t know what to do.” You think back to Mingi on the ground in a pool of blood, unconscious. “Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Mingi?”

There’s a light chuckle from the dark figure across from you. You watch as his body shakes with laughter, head falling forward. “You’re not upset?”

“I’m allowed to be worried and upset with you at the same time,” you say, eyeing the shadow across from you. “My words from before still ring true. I’m still fucking pissed. But we have bigger things to worry about now. We can figure out our issues later.”

“Why? So that we can go home with you still packing and running away from us?”

He’s touching a nerve. The ache on your side seems to be as livid as you are listening to him egg you on. You don’t respond, sliding your body back so that you’re resting against the cool wall. A low hum from somewhere in the basement starts up. You hope it’s heat. “I don’t have enough energy within me to reason with you, Mingi.”

“Hundreds of years have passed and you’re still as tenacious as before.”

“You know what?” You move your body, hissing at your wound. “Fuck you. Call me whatever name you want, I don’t care. Just know that it isn’t helping your case, it’s only making me hate you more.”

“You don’t hate me.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t,” He’s persistent, you’ll give him that. “You’re just confused.”

“Ah, yes. Please continue to explain my feelings like every other partner I’ve had does.”

“I’m not…” he huffs. “That’s not what I’m trying to do. I know that you’re upset with me, with us. For hiding things from you. It isn’t right, we shouldn’t be doing it. The reason we want to explain it together is because we’ve all lived it differently. You’ve grown closer to Jongho and Yeosang in comparison to the rest of us, so I’m sure you’re learning things from them that you can’t with me, or Yunho, or anyone else. We like to talk things through together. Decisions are made together. So when you ask me about the past, it’s hard for me to explain it because there’s parts that I’m missing. Things that I say might come out differently than I’d like. I’m not trying to lie to you on purpose.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow, turning to him. “Then tell me about that wall of faces.”

“I can’t, you know that.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

He adjusts himself. “Both.”

“Then this little speech you just did isn’t going to work. You say that I don’t hate you, so how do you explain why I’m pissed? Hm? Because I’m pretty sure it’s because I don’t like you.”

“We hurt you. I hurt you. But it doesn’t mean that you hate us. You’re just disappointed.”

“I am,” you say, tucking your arms closer to your body. “I don’t know why I’d even have expectations when I don’t really know you. And I’m not sure why I feel like crying every time one of you speaks to me. It’s like I don’t have control of my emotions when I’m around you. I don’t like how you make me feel. I don’t…” you huff, looking away. “I don’t like it, Mingi.”

You can’t see his face and you’re glad for it, knowing you’d break if you made eye contact.

“I’m sorry things turned out this way. And I’m sorry that my mistakes hurt you. It wasn’t right. It still isn’t right.”

His voice cracks. You close your eyes, turning your body away from his shadowy one. The tears burn against your cheeks. You wipe your face against your arm, body shaking. No. You’re not going to let his words get to you. No matter how distraught his voice sounds. You tuck your legs close to you, ignoring the pain throbbing on your side. It feels bandaged; Hanse or one of the others must have taken care of it. Speaking of them, where the hell are they? Mingi probably knows, but you’d rather not get into a discussion with him right now. It’ll lead to a forgiveness you’re just not ready for. Not until you talk to the rest of them and figure out exactly what’s going on.

“Are we going to sit in silence?” He asks.

“As long as we have to,” you murmur back, closing your eyes.

Minutes pass. The darkness is getting to you, prickling at your skin as you huff. He must be used to it; not even a hint of sound comes from him. No shuffling or anything of the sort. He never quite answered your question about him being okay.

“Do you heal fast?” You ask, breaking your own rule.

“Hm?”

“The shot, Mingi. You were on the ground, unconscious. Did you heal quickly?”

There’s a pause. You think he’s not going to answer until he clears his throat, adjusting his body. “Not necessarily. I didn’t think it would hurt me until I realized they laced the bullet with a chemical that hurts vampires. It’s why I’m not breaking out of this basement, they tied me up with it.” You hear a tug then a low hiss as he moves. “I just fed so I can survive for a bit without blood. But this will lower that time pretty quick.”

“How quick?"

“Two days at most.”

“What will happen then? Will you just die?” You’ve seen enough death in the past day for a lifetime. Mingi dying while you’re across from him only makes your stomach uneasy. He can’t die. No matter how furious you are… you don’t want it to happen.

“No,” he says. “It’s complicated. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just don’t want you to be afraid of what may happen to me.”

“I want to be ready,” you respond.

“I won’t start decaying like humans do. It will start slowly. Your mind begins to imagine things that are not there. You slowly lose parts of yourself; your humanity, your memories. It’ll make me more animal than human. We’ve learned how to control ourselves around humans, but it wasn’t always this way. We all struggled for years to resist killing every human we see. It will take everything within me to not hurt you. These restraints won’t matter anymore,” his voice is distraught as he speaks about it. Words wary. “But it won’t get to that.”

“You don’t know that,” your voice is low.

“I don’t.”

“Then what do we do?”

He sighs, “I… I don’t know, y/n. Just don’t come near me, alright? No matter what I say or do. Just stay over there. Please.”

“Okay.” The hum is most definitely not heat, a cool breeze tickling your skin. Even if you wanted to stick closer to him to get warm you can’t. You tuck your head down, desperately trying to warm yourself up with only your breath.

Hours must have passed. You’ve barely moved from your spot, too cold to stand. Mingi hasn’t said a word either. Has he dozed off? Has the cold gotten to him like it has to you?

“Walk around for a bit,” His voice is muffled, probably tucked into his arm. “It’ll help you warm up. Got to keep yourself moving or you’ll freeze to death.”

“Pretty sure I already have,” you closed your eyes, lids heavy. A bit shocking since you’ve already slept for most of the day. A little more sleep shouldn’t hurt.

“Don’t sleep,” Mingi says. Oh, you must have said it out loud. “Ever watch one of those survival documentaries? Sleeping doesn’t really end well.”

You slowly lift your head, pressing your hands against the concrete floors as you steady yourself. It’s rough, your body aches in pain as you stand. You let out a long breath, arms cracking as you stretch. In all honesty even standing makes you feel better. But you don’t tell that to Mingi of course, pacing back and forth along the far wall. You wonder a bit why they didn’t tie up your legs and only your wrists. But questioning their motives will only make you more frustrated. And the dress you’re wearing isn’t doing any favors, your feet entangling in the shreds at the bottom.

“Tell me a story,” you say after about a minute or so of pacing, glancing at his shadow. “Don’t want that mind of yours to go numb in the silence.”

“So, you do care?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Yes, I care about not being eaten today.”

You can only imagine how his eyes roll at your remark. His shadow moves, adjusting himself against the wall. If it were different you would have stuck by his side. If it were different, you’d make sure the bullet was already out of him. But things aren’t different, so you keep to your pacing, glancing at the shadow ever so often.

“I don’t have many stories.”

“You’ve lived for hundreds of years and don’t have one?” You raise a brow.

“They… I wasn’t a good person, y/n. The stories I tell will only make you think less of me.”

“More than I do now?”

“You’re trying to start an argument.”

“Anything to keep your mind still working.”

He laughs, “I’ll give you that. I have a few stories that aren’t too bad. But it involves Rose. I know you’re not too fond of hearing about her. But it’s pretty much the only thing that I have.”

It’s not that you don’t like hearing about her. It’s interesting to think that you had a life before this one. The comparisons are what get to you. Mindlessly listening to them call you Rose without thinking, speaking to or about you as if you’re her. It’s gotten better since you’ve spoken to them about it, but the thought that when their gazes meet yours, they see their old lover- that would hurt anyone. Even if you were just a friend to them. A quick toss and turn in your thoughts, you nod, encouraging him to speak. Thankfully he has his eyes on you.

“Rose was always quite stubborn,” he starts. “Why are you looking over here like that? Remember that it’s her, not you.”

“Yea, yea.” You’re allowed to feel a bit bitter for your former self. She’s gotta have someone defending her! “You may continue.”

“Anyway,” he clears his throat. “She was often right; I’ll give her that. But…”

“Darling,” Mingi towers over you, a crate of vegetables resting just behind you. You stare up at him in a pout, eyes narrowed. If you weren’t so angry he’d steal a kiss from you, his gaze flicking to them before meeting your eyes once more. Ah, the shift of focus only seemed to anger you. “It’s best if you rest. It’d be a tragedy if you wounded yourself.”

“I am a woman, my love. Not a child. I can tow a few wooden crates across the dock.”

“You can,” he agrees. “But you know why you mustn’t. Someone may spot you—”

“We are so far from home—”

“It’s still a possibility,” He steps forward, holding your face in his hands. Your cheeks are crushed as you glower up at him, groaning in aggravation as he presses a chaste peck to your lips. “I want you safe, you know that right?”

“I do. But using the defense of not wanting me to be hurt is such a scoundrel thing to utter. You know that I can handle myself on my own,” You press a finger into his chest for emphasis. He nods, your eyes only narrowing further. “Are you patronizing me?”

“I love you.”

“That does not answer the question, smelly man.”

His laugh is boisterous, shaking as he presses you deeper into his chest. You cannot be upset with him for long, the large frame of his holding anything but meanness. Which only makes you angry that it’s difficult to be angry with him. You sigh low, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I’d never do such a thing, darling.”

“Wonderful. Now let me go. I may suffocate before we make it to my destination if you hold me any longer.”

His hold tightens, “Not until you say you love me back.”

“Mingi!” You try to wrestle out of his grip, but he doesn’t dare to let go. You laugh, shifting your face up to look at his. Chin resting against his chest, your gazes meeting each other’s. “You’re such an asshole.”

He gasps, eyes widening. “A lady shouldn’t say such vulgar words, you know. And that isn’t going to make me let go.”

“I love you, Song Mingi,” you say simply, pinching his side. “Now unhand me you big stinky man!”

“Not too long after that she persuaded me to let her help. It took a bit of pushing, but it worked in the end. I could never quite say no to her,” he shifted. “In many things.”

It’s easy to read between his words, especially the shift in tone. You continue to pace, glancing at the dark shadow against the wall every few seconds.

“What? We were pirates, there wasn’t much to do while we were sailing the sea.”

You stick out your tongue. “Nasty.”

“Nasty?” You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks. “She was the one who initiated it the most. Perhaps you might want to do some deep digging in that brain of yours.”

The lights flick on. You wince, the brightness blinding you for a moment. After wiping your eyes and blinking a few times, look around the room. Mingi is right in his assessment; the room was bare, a dark gray painting the walls around you. It was big enough that you had enough room to walk without getting near him. But that wasn’t the issue.

Mingi’s eyes meet yours. He’s still wearing the same clothes as before, though it’s covered in rips and holes. The largest one, where he was shot, covers the side of his torso. His chest is rising and falling slowly, face bruised up and bloody just like the rest of him.

You rush over to him, dropping to your knees and tilting your head to look at the wound.

“You said you were okay, but this looks the opposite of okay to me,” you glare at him, eyes flicking back to the wound. The hole seems to pulse, the black veins spreading across his torso slowly.

“It’s nothing, so go back to pacing,” he says. Of course, you ignore his words. It looks horrible. You’ve never seen a gunshot wound in person, but you’re sure this is on the extremely unsafe side of healing. Whatever chemical they laced it with is doing numbers on him.

Mingi sighs. “You’re worried.”

“I am worried.”

“There’s no reason to be,” he says, pulling your attention away from examining the wound. “It’ll go away once I take it out. So, go back to pacing.” He repeats the words, though you ignore them once more.

“And how are you going to do that?” You say, “Mingi, it looks like it’s tearing through you. Just because I’m upset with you doesn’t mean I’d want you to suffer this way. If you claim to know me as well as you do, then you’d know how this would upset me.”

He doesn’t say anything for a brief moment. It’s not like he can reach out for you, his hands restrained. Instead, you feel the touch of his hand against your ankle. A slow stroke, nothing too much. But even with the slightest touch, you’re a bit comforted. But just a bit.

“I just need to take it out then I’ll be fine, y/n. I already told you that you can’t be near me, alright? You’re too close,” his eyes are no longer on yours, instead the wound on your side. “Not exactly the best spot to be when you have dried blood on your shirt. So please move away,” his voice is lower, head slumping to the side. “Please.”

With great hesitance, you back away from him. He lets out a sigh of relief, thanking you with his gaze. Nothing on him is healing. His face is still bloody, and his wound just continues to spill onto the floor. You know what you can do, but Mingi insists that it’s a bad idea. So, you go back to your walking, arms swinging in front of you. The situation is humorous, once you think about it. Mingi cannot move from his spot and yet beckons you with his eyes despite his words, and you don’t want to be next to him, though the only way you can think of helping is doing exactly that.

“Your brain is close to exploding if you continue making that face,” he says. Your eyes flick to him, frowning. “You can be as angry as you’d like. Just keep your distance.”

“I just want to help—”

“You can’t.”

“I know that,” you murmur. “I can try to pull it out. That will help, won’t it?”

He swallows slowly. “It’s possible. But we’re not at that point yet. We still have time. The others could be right outside, and we don’t even know it.”

His resistance is only maddening. “I know why you won’t let me help, but if we wait longer it’ll be harder for me to go over there. Especially with you losing yourself.”

“Why don’t you just listen to me when I say that I’m okay?” His tone is more annoyed now, eyes shifting to you. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m fine? Repeating myself over and over is just going to make the time pass slower.”

“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He paces back and forth across from you, glancing at your figure. “If you just let me aid you, then—”

“I told you countless times, love,” Your breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling quickly. They’ve reiterated that there is no need for breathing since you’ve turned into this being, but you cannot bother to care. “My mouth will not be filled with another’s blood. I refuse it.”

“Then you would rather die?” Mingi stops, brows furrowed. “You would rather end your life here than continue to spend it with us?”

“This form of mine is not natural,” you insist, “We as humans are to die a normal death, not stay forever. Hell is on Earth already, why would I want to linger longer? I have lost everything.”

“You still have us. Is that not enough?” Mingi steps closer to you, crouching on your side. Your senses are heightened now, the smell of blood lingering on his figure. If you look closely, you can see a bit of it still beneath his mangled fingertips. “Are we not enough?”

“Don’t make me answer that,” your voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes, are they just the same as yours? If you do not die, will you have to wear darkened glasses your whole existence? Unable to meet the gaze of others in fear that they may torture you? “I was forced into this life. Do not expect me to enjoy it. I cannot even… I cannot even desire the taste of fruit anymore. The one indulgence I have given myself since my family perished. He has taken everything from me.”

“It was a mistake—”

“Do not lie to me,” you sit up, gaze down to him. Fear crosses his face as you meet his eyes. “He could not hide the pleasure in his eyes before he bit me. He took it upon himself to make the decision for me. You know that I did not want this, Mingi. So do not ask me to pretend. I won’t.”

“Then…” his voice is hush, hands reaching for yours. You let him have his time, his moment of vulnerability with you. He rests his head against your hands. Your Song Mingi was always a warm man, consistently testy about the temperature on the ship. But as your hand caressed his skin, all you felt was bitter cold. “What can I do?”

You close your eyes, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead.

“You can let me die. And you can tell him to never see me again.”

You stop your strides. The feeling of fear resting in your gut every time they mentioned you wanting to be a vampire finally made sense. Rose didn’t want to be one. She never did. One of them… one of the guys turned her into one. And that fear only surmounts when you realize that they’ve been looking for you for centuries. What makes you think that they wouldn’t try the same thing again?

Has everything been a lie? Made up? Have you underestimated their obsession with you? You thought it was more of a reunion for them to see the reincarnation of their partner again, but somehow you’re not sure if that’s accurate. You can’t hide it; you care about them more than you’d like to admit. But being manipulated into it makes you want to vomit. And there’s still that important, lingering question:

Which one of them turned you into a vampire?

It could not possibly be Mingi; you cared for him too much in that brief memory. Could it have been one of them? Or was it someone from Subin’s family? Sejun?

Your head throbs at all the possibilities. You don’t have enough information to even vaguely guess who it is. And you doubt you will until the last moment, when it’s too late. You can’t run away either, you’re in too deep to turn around. Going back home will only bring chaos there. There aren’t any options left but to stay.

“You alright?”

It seems like that’s all the two of you can do, ask each other the same question over and over again. You glance at him for a brief moment, his brows slowly furrowing. You liked it better when you couldn’t see his face. Makes you feel a little less trapped in the situation.

“I know.” You say simply.

You’ve never seen someone’s face filled with so much fear. It’s brief, barely a second. But it’s enough to make you panic. Your heartbeat picks up its pace as you move to the farthest corner of the room, keeping an eye on him.

“What do you know?”

“What do you think, Mingi?” You eye him.

“I’m not playing a guessing game with you right now,” Despite how harsh his tone is, he doesn’t move his gaze from you. As if wanting to coax the answer out. You don’t take the bait of course. There’s many things they’re hiding. Perhaps this vagueness could be used for your gain. "Just tell me."

"Ah, so you want to know my secrets?" You sit in the corner, shutting your eyes briefly at the throbbing pain. It's not deep, but enough to bother you every time you touch it. You search your mind for something to grab on, something that'll make him tell you things you don't know. Hongjoong would be too obvious, especially with the way he protects the man. So, you go for the easy target.

"I know about Wooyoung."

His face seems to grow paler. "What? What did you see?"

You say nothing at that, knowing that if you start up he'll quickly figure out you’ve learned nothing new about him. He seems to take your silence for an answer, swallowing deeply.

“It was a mistake.”

“You say that often, don’t you,” you raise your brow, rubbing your cheek with your shoulder.

“He…” Mingi pauses. “Wooyoung has dealt with a lot. His past trauma got to him. Things just happen, y/n. Things we can’t control. He just has more than the rest of us. You can blame him for whatever you like, but he’s troubled. You learn to get used to it.”

He’s speaking vague enough to tiptoe the line, not giving you enough to pinpoint exactly what he’s saying. You’re not sure if he’s being this unclear to pull it out of you, or to see if you understand what he’s talking about. There are some things that you know of Wooyoung that Mingi may not know you do. Will that make him speak up?

“Right,” you nod. “Just like he turned Yeosang? Because he can’t control himself?”

Mingi stares at you. “We don’t talk about that.”

“And why not? Pretending it didn’t happen doesn’t make it go away. I don’t agree with all of you being the blame for someone’s own actions, but he has to take responsibility. And you all have to enforce it. Yeosang didn’t want to be a vampire. I… Rose, she didn’t want to be one either. And they were both forced into it. It only makes me think that—” you don’t say it. Being put in this position is your fault and you know it. If you just waited until you were safe, you could have argued with Mingi. You wouldn’t be stuck in this basement with someone you’re sure is senseless. Even arguing now isn’t exactly what you should be doing. Keeping his favor so that you can leave unharmed and run is.

“Wooyoung didn’t want to be alone,” Mingi says after a brief pause. “There was nothing we could do. Yeosang was his best friend, y/n. He couldn’t fathom a life without him. He shouldn’t have done what he did. That we all agree on, even Wooyoung himself. But what were we to do? Let Yeosang starve himself? He’s our friend, our family.”

“That’s selfish,” you say. “Taking the choice away from someone like that.”

“Selfish or caring? Are they not one in the same?”

You stare at him, your own brows furrowed now. The look he gives you is strange, odd. It makes you want to run in the opposite direction. Mingi is fiercely protective of his own, but something bothers you.

“Wooyoung…” your throat tightens. “He turned her, didn’t he?”

The door opens, Mingi straightening up against the wall. You stand immediately, waiting for the person to enter. He’s in all black, just like the last time you saw him. He shivers slightly, rubbing his covered arms as he enters the room. His eyes flick to Mingi, before looking at you.

“Sorry I lost track of time. Happy to see me?” Hanse wiggles his brows, groaning as he rolls his shoulders. “Ah, don’t look so pissed off, Rose. Long day?” You glance at Mingi. He doesn’t say a word, silent as he stares at Hanse. The man doesn’t seem to mind, hands tucked in his pockets. He kicks his foot at Mingi’s chains, wincing slightly. “Works like a charm. Ah, aren’t you cold? I can see your breath.”

He looks at you, but you further press yourself into the wall. All of this, just because you accepted an invite to a club. Hanse steps a bit to the side, gesturing to the open doorway. “Come with me? It’s warmer, I assure you. Just needed to keep it cold so this guy over here doesn’t break those chains of his.”

“Will you take the bullet out of him?” You ask. Hanse purses his lips, shaking his head after a moment.

“Not a good idea. He’ll try to kill me and I prefer being alive. So,” he gestures to the open door again. “Come?”

The warmth of the air from the room is inviting, the greatest temptation. You look at Mingi, and he only nods. Eyes still on Hanse. So he trusts him to not kill you. Not that you trust Mingi’s words, you just believe he wouldn’t lead you to your death. So you slowly move around Hanse, careful not to touch him. But before you exit, you look at Hanse.

“Don’t kill him,” you say.

He shrugs, “Now that’s just up to Fate, isn’t it?”

Mingi’s right.

You’re in a strange living room in the middle of nowhere, a fireplace going in the corner. You rub your hands together as you sit just next to it, the fire crackling filling the silence. Hanse watches you as you take a bite of food, trying your best not to look crazy as you eat. Taking food from people who attacked you isn’t such a good idea, but it looked sealed. And you were starving. Have you’ve been making terrible, stupid decisions? Yes. But are you no longer hungry? Also, yes. So maybe that cancels out the stupid choices. At least, that’s what you’re trying to convince yourself.

“How much do you know?” Hanse asks after a moment. “About them? About us?”

“I know you’re vampires,” you start, “I know you have this strange feud between your clans. I know your half is running out of blood supply and you’re trying to come into Hongjoong’s territory. I know that they absolutely despise you. I know that Seungwoo lied to me this whole time about being my best friend.”

“He was trying to protect you,” Hanse says simply, only making your frown deepen. “I’m telling the truth, y/n.”

“The truth,” you snort, shaking your head. “All I’ve been told is the truth, apparently. Somehow I think your truth and mine mean two completely different things.”

Hanse sighs, leaning into the couch. “I can tell you what I know. A lot of it, but not all. We’re still under a treaty, even if I have one of them in my basement,” Hanse glances at the floor. “He can’t hear me, so he hasn’t the slightest idea what we’re talking about. You don’t have to be afraid when you go back there.”

“Afraid of Mingi?” Are you scared of him? Sure he’s lied about a lot of things, but being afraid of him? He’s not harmless, no. But you’re sure he won’t hurt you. Right?

Right?

"They weren't always like this," Hanse explains. "They were kinder. Cared for others more. They liked you, but not to the point of this… obsession. We all cared for you. Something about being turned changed them. We haven't quite figured it out yet. Perhaps it was Hongjoong? Being turned by the first might change how you think."

"Yeosang wasn't changed by him," you say. "He told me that one of the other guys did it. So that couldn't be it."

"Then perhaps he is different from the rest if that’s the case. But that’s besides the point. Something did change with them. Their care for you grew to a madness, and uncontrollable craving for you. It was terrifying to watch them flounder over your very being. And now though they control it, I can see into it. I can see how they hold themselves back. You have no idea what danger you’re in right now, y/n. They’re willing to do anything to have you. Have you not noticed strange things happening? Forcing you to stay with them? There has to be something, anything for you to believe what I’m telling you.”

Your flooded apartment. Your job. Your applications leading nowhere. So many things prevent you from leaving their home. But… It's a coincidence. It… it must be. Or are you just being naive? You a month ago would have left without thinking twice. Why are you so insistent on believing them? Why can’t you just leave?

“So you understand, then?” Hanse takes your confused look for confirmation, nodding. “Then it will be easier to convince you to leave them.”

“Wait,” you hold up a hand. “Who are you? You keep on saying things about them, how they’re bad people. But why do you care? Why are you so deeply involved? Is it because of the blood supply, is this some type of revenge?”

Hanse laughs dryly, “No. I don’t care enough about them to make this about some power trip. I’d leave if I needed to, leave Mingi alone in the basement until he dries out into nothing. But unfortunately, that is not what Subin has chosen for me,” he sighs softly, shaking his head.

“You’re only confusing me more,” you say. “You’ve said nothing about who you are, what your relation to them is. You could be lying through your teeth because I don’t have the slightest evidence. Why… Why are you so devoted? Why is Subin?”

“It’s not something I--” he stops himself, shaking his head. “Subin is your brother, y/n. Was, your brother. That’s why he wants to protect you. You’re family.”

You shake your head, “There’s no way. She said her family died, Hanse. All of them were dead, she--”

“That’s what she thought. But things changed, y/n. Subin was her brother from your father’s side. A brother she didn’t know at the time. It was an odd coincidence of him being on the ship with her, but it happened. They found out after a few months of traveling together. They grew close, but he was turned before her. Rose wasn’t very keen on the idea of vampires. Her found family being turned into one wrecked her. And he left her on that ship. It was a reckless choice at the time, but he thought that she would be safe with them. Of course, we all know how that ended up.”

He gestures to your chest, your hand resting just above the scar. Your fingers dig into the fabric of the dress, swallowing slowly. He cares because he didn’t before. Because he couldn’t save her. He left her alone. It makes sense, it connects so many things that you were confused about. Still, there’s one lingering question. Why were you turned? Why did Wooyoung decide to turn you? Why are you still their object of affection? Do they reject their choices, want to make up for what they’ve done?

Or are they so deluded to believe that you’d decide to become a vampire this time around?

“Subin is going to kill me,” his tone is nervous, gaze flicking over yours. “Promise to keep this tidbit a secret for a while? I wasn’t even supposed to let you out of there, but I felt bad that you were cold.”

Felt bad? “You shot at me.”

He frowns. “I wasn’t going to kill you.”

“You could have! What if Mingi didn’t step in front of me? I could have died!” You stand, Hanse following suit. “For what? What’s the point of all of this? Kidnapping me and threatening his life-”

“You shouldn’t care for those men,” Hanse says harshly, kind eyes gone. “They’re not good people, y/n. They’ll never be, no matter what they tell you. They’re manipulators. They’re the ones that turned you into a vampire before. Why would you listen to anything they say now? And I kidnapped you to get you away for a second to tell you the truth, y/n. They don’t care about you, they just care about her. And you’ll never be her. No matter how much they want you to be.”

He takes a step toward you, you stumble back onto the couch. He leans forward, anger dropping. “Just stay in there for a few more days. Subin has some things to deal with, but he’ll be here to explain the rest. To help you do what you have to do.”

“And that is?”

This time, he grins. “Kill them, of course.”

He shuts the door behind you, harshly, the lock echoing around the basement. Mingi tries to meet your eyes but you avoid them, moving back into your corner of the room. Hanse gave you some heat packs so you won’t freeze to death, though you didn’t bother thanking him for it. It isn’t exactly a solution to your problem. Especially the man sitting in the same room with you, still trying to catch your eye.

“What did he say?” Mingi asks. You don’t bother glancing at him, huddling yourself into the corner and giving him your back. Is this enough to block him out? Or will he continue to pester until you cannot take it anymore? Either way, you still give him the cold shoulder. “y/n please—”

“Mingi, I honestly don’t give a shit how hurt your feelings are,” you start. You do care, moreso in comparison to the others. Rose loved him even if she rarely said it. She loved them all. They just made things complicated. Very complicated. “Leave me alone, alright?”

“I told you that they’re trying to trick you—”

“Are they?” You turn your head, glaring at him. He’s paler, his skin an odd shade. It has to be the bullet that’s still lodged in his body. The one that’s slowly killing him. If that’s possible, of course. “I can’t…” you sigh, rubbing your face. “I can’t, Mingi. I can’t handle the lies anymore. It’s exhausting, trying to decipher the truth from what you’re telling me. I won’t be able to trust any of you. Subin’s clan—Hanse, they’ve told me more than you, and we’ve seen each other three times. Three, Mingi. I’ve been with you for over a month. I mean, I don’t even know anything about you. And you don’t know me either.”

“I know you, y/n.”

You adjust yourself, eyes moving to him. “Tell me then, Mingi. Tell me what you know.”

“I know you’re addicted to fruits, that’s why we buy them for you every time we go shopping. I know you love to read, you had a book in your hand when we met on the elevator. I know you like to be alone. I know you hate being lied to, and despite it still stick by us." He slips the last part in, eyes moving away from you. "There's some things that I'd probably never tell you. But if we were to start again, with who you are now and not who you were before, we can make it this time."

"I never asked for us to dwell on the past, Mingi. I didn't know about it until Hongjoong told me to touch the jewelry. Before that I never had glimpses of us, thoughts of us as we were before. I was fine living my life as it was. If we met outside of those circumstances, things might be different. But we can't be rid of it now. Not when I know there's something big you're hiding. Hanse knows, the others know, you know. The only person who was involved and doesn't know is me. Was me."

"Is there something I can do to alleviate your worries?" You hesitate for a moment. It's brief, simple. Mingi notices it though, sighing softly. "There's just some things I can't say." He adjusts himself against the wall, hissing as the chains dig into his wrists. You can see how it’s hurting him, hands bloody. Dried stains against the concrete. You shouldn’t feel bad for him, but you do.

And that thought only hurts you more.

"When you've been alive this long to see everyone you care for die, it starts to affect you less and less. You grow accustomed to it. Numb, in a sense. It makes you realize how life short actually is. Your personality slowly flattens, lacking depth. You could care less about anything or anyone. Your thoughts are right in that sense,” his eyes flick to you. “We care for you so deeply and without reason because you were the only person that we hoped for over centuries. Before we turned into what we are, we were infatuated with you. It may have exemplified what we feel now."

You keep your distance, shifting yourself further to the wall. Mingi watches your moments, lids seemingly heavy. He's not going to survive if you don't help. Digging for more information would be useless if you don't aid him now.

“Are those feelings for me or her?” Your voice is low. His response will hurt either way, but you need to know. You need to know if your own feelings should be expressed. If it’s all for her, there’s no point in you continuing this path filled with thorns and crumbled stones. “And don’t lie to me, Mingi. I need to know.”

“Does that matter?” He furrows his brows. “Your soul is the same. You are her, and she is you.”

You can recall just days ago when he told you the opposite. That you’re your own person. Perhaps it’s the lack of blood that’s pumping through him causing him to think this way. Or maybe it’s true. “You aren’t the same person, but your soul is. She was a nuisance and irritating, but I loved her. You are wise and caring, quick-witted and curious. And I love you. The feelings for her and you are not the same.”

“You can’t love me, Mingi. We’ve known each other for weeks-”

“It doesn’t feel that way, y/n. Does it? Does it feel that way to you?”

You look back at the wall, unable to answer. How could you tell him your true feelings? It’s hard to hide it, hard to say that you care for all of them in some capacity. It’s scary, knowing how easily you’ve fallen. Love is a strong word, but not too far off from what you do know. You know that you’ve never felt like this with any of your other partners. You know that these emotions are silly and you should listen to the advice that Hanse and Subin has given you. You know all of this, and yet, here you are. Glancing at Mingi’s body, worried.

“Tell me.”

“Mingi,” you start, shaking your head. “I can’t do that.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?” Though there is a teasing smile on his lips, you know he’s mocking you. It would irritate you if you weren’t so afraid that these talks you’re having with him are your last. His skin is blue in tint, lips losing their color. “Come here.”

“Just don’t come near me, alright? No matter what I say or do. Just stay over there. Please.”

His words echo in your ear. You shake your head, “You told me not to, Mingi.”

A small sigh falls from his lips, “I know that. But I want you to come here for just a second. Just so that I can make sure you’re okay.”

“You can tell from there. I’m fine,” you stare at his wrists. “But you’re not okay.”

“That’s true,” he laughs dryly, nodding slowly. “I’m losing myself, y/n. Soon I won’t care about these restraints anymore. The pain of not feeding is the only thing that’ll be fogging my mind. It’s odd that they’ve left you in here with me when I’m like this. Why would they?” He coughs, breaths shaky. “I could kill you within the next hour.”

You shiver. Don’t listen to his words, you think. He told you not to listen to them when he’s like this. The guilt lingers in the back of your mind. He could just feed for a few seconds. That would sustain him long enough to keep him from going mad. Your eyes move to his, alarmed when you see that he’s already watching you. He rolls over his hand, palm facing upwards. The gesture is slow. A beckoning gesture, brow quirked.

"Just a little bit. Enough to help you."

He nods. You slowly stand, his gaze sharp as you slowly walk over. You’re a foot in front of him when his hand presses against the back of your knee. You stumble forward, body falling into his lap. You try pulling away, but his hands reach up, gripping your hips. The light touch of his fingers at the edge of your dress stops you from speaking. He lets them roam, fingers slowly sliding along your leg, large hands cupping your hips. He tugs you closer to him on his lap. The ghosting of his lips against your neck makes you shudder, fingers digging into his shirt. He blows lightly on your skin.

"Beg for it."

“What?” You manage to speak, hands on either side of his head, holding yourself from pushing your chest into his. “Mingi.”

"Beg."

His hands drag along the curves of your body, fingers digging into your hips as he presses himself into you. His bulge is solid, twitching each time you squeeze yourself. His breaths tickle your skin, humping into you vigorously. You moan, gripping his biceps. He moves his lips from your neck, meeting your gaze.

Red.

You feel his teeth sink into your skin, pain coursing through your body.

“You’re always so pretty,” Mingi murmurs, fingers deep inside of you. You push yourself against his touch, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing your clit. “I love how you look coming undone.” You look at where he touches you, bite marks on your breasts, stomach, hips. He kisses your belly button, his head resting against the curve of your thigh.

“I love you.”

“They wouldn’t run. They aren’t the same as before. Subin is keener than that,” Hongjoong stands just by the fridge, glancing at the ever-growing pile of fruit that sits in the middle of the kitchen island. You’ve been gone for over a day. Too long. “He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.”

“How do we explain the abduction then? Is it just another Tuesday for him?” Seonghwa’s words are dripping with cynicism, though the expression on his face is anything but. “He is testing us, putting us at our absolute limit. He knows that we won’t just let this slide. Mingi can hold his own, but y/n—” He shuts his eyes briefly. “We don’t cope well when it comes to her.”

“He knows that, but so what? Are we just going to stand here?” Wooyoung’s seems the most out of it, pacing back and forth. The others aren’t dealing with it well but seem calm in comparison to the energy emitting off of him. He glances at the others quickly, thoughts seemingly scattered. “This could be her last life, she could be dead at this very moment. Or at least suffering.”

“Be realistic,” Yunho scoffs through furrowed brows. “They wouldn’t kill her. There would be no purpose in doing so.”

“It was the promise they made to Rose,” Jongho adds. “When they spoke to Seonghwa they mentioned it, it’s not far-fetched for them wanting to follow through.”

Hongjoong sighs. “We’ve all made promises we haven’t kept, Rose as well. But y/n doesn’t know about it and I doubt she ever will. Why continue to string along this promise when it should have been let go long ago? It’s been hundreds of years, things are no longer the same. Rose is dead.”

“You say that,” Yeosang murmurs. “You say that but we wouldn’t be where we are now without us desperately wanting to relive the past. To see Rose again, even in a different form. If we were to let go I would have been dead just like her. Most of us would have lived differently. Asking for them to forgo the past is silly since we haven’t done it in the slightest manner. Is it not?” A dry laugh escapes him, arms crossed stiffly against his chest. "We would only be hypocrites then. And I'd rather stand by my words than be accused of such."

"She does not belong to them, she belongs to us," Yunho says, shaking his head. "She's denied them in the past because of their hold on her. I doubt that will change now."

"So she will accept our hold, then?" Hongjoong eyes flick between them. "We cannot control her thoughts. She will decide on her own."

“Are you with me?” Mingi grips your body. “I’m so sorry y/n, I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t myself. Please don’t die, please.”

Your head is limp against his shoulder as you’re pulled out of the memory. Your body is weaker than before, a soft murmur against his neck. “You can’t take me out that easily,” you whisper. He sighs in relief, chest shaking as he sobs into you. You don’t question how he’s out of the restraints, how his body seems less weak in comparison to before. But you have enough strength to push yourself off of him, moving away.

“y/n?”

“I’m fine,” you say, smiling at him. He watches your moments, watches as you slide into the furthest corner of the room. You’re not sure why exactly you’re moving away. Your heart tugs at each slide, wanting to be closer to him. But you can’t. There’s too many questions that you have to just fall into with ease. Too many things you don’t know. And the tiredness is just spreading over you. Your eyelids flutter as you rest your head against the wall.

“y/n-”

The door swings open.

Hongjoong stands there, eyes flicking around the room. They don’t land on you immediately, meeting the gaze of Mingi. He rubs his wrists, nodding subtly at his friend. He steps into the room, jacket covered in what you can only assume is blood. He finally looks at you. You sit in the far corner of the room, body shivering due to the lowered temperature. You don’t quite notice how close he is at first, until he covers your hand with his. He’s warm, always has been. You watch as he takes your hand, pressing a light kiss to the back of it.

“You look utterly dreadful, my sea,” he murmurs gently, placing your hand to the side of his face. He looks hurt, swallowing slowly as he meets your gaze, almost comically so, lips trembling as he places another small kiss to your palm. “I’m so sorry we let you out of our sight.” Tears slowly fall down his cheeks, glancing at the outfit you wear. It’s still the same dress from the shop, though it’s very torn and bloodied. Without another word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You let him take care of you, body numb as he pulls your arms through the sleeves. He slides your hands into the pockets, small heat pouches causing another shiver to roll through you. You were angry before. Angry at this whole situation, at them for endlessly lying to you. But in this brief moment, his voice soft as he lifts you into his arms, pressing you into his chest. At this moment, it’s hard to see him as anything other than kind. He holds you close as he steps out the room, hand pressing your head against his chest.

“It’s very gruesome in here, sea,” he whispers, stepping over a body on the floor. “I won’t tell you what to do, but shutting your eyes would be best so that it doesn’t haunt you.”

You shouldn’t listen to him. You should look and see the destruction they’ve made in Subin’s cabin. But you don’t have the strength to continue, leaning your head against his chest, eyes closed.

“y/n?” The familiar voice of San appears. You don’t open your eyes, tiredness prevents it. “Is she unconscious?”

“No, just exhausted,” Hongjoong’s thumb rubs your cheek, humming. “Our girl has been through a lot. She needs a break.”

“We should have gotten here sooner—”

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” you interrupt his rant, eyes still shut. “I won’t blame it on any of you. So please don’t apologize to me, okay?” You say nothing more. Hongjoong continues his walk. A strange smell tickles your nose, your nostrils wiggling. Hongjoong doesn’t comment on it and frankly you don’t want to know.

“It’ll be cold for a moment, I’m stepping outside and putting you in the car, okay?” He murmurs. You nod, the cool breeze only making you press deeper into his chest. He moves quickly, one of the others swinging open the door. The air is warmer immediately, a deep shiver escaping your body as he leans into the seat. His arms drop from your body and you tense up immediately, until you feel his fingers brush against your cheek. “It will be quick,” he murmurs. “I won’t leave you alone for long, sea.”

The tapping of rain on the car fills your thoughts. You're thankful that Hongjoong told you to cover your eyes while walking through the cabin; the stench was more than enough for you to bear. You didn't want this to happen. Whatever they did. Killing. It's the last thing you desired. But if they had no other choice, it was okay, right? They wouldn't do it without a reason, without it being the only choice they had. You tuck yourself further into the seat, Hongjoong’s scent wrapped around you.

"Wooyoung is going to drive, alright?" His voice is soft as you open your eyes again, meeting Yunho's gaze. His brows furrow as he sees you visibly tense up. "What's up?"

"I don't want to see him."

"But he wanted to see you–"

"Then I'll walk," you slowly lean up, but he shakes his head, lightly pushing your body back down. "Not him, Yunho."

He nods briefly, shutting the door.

Yunho walks to the others, stopping Wooyoung just as he passes by. "Not you, Woo. She doesn't want to see you."

"Why?" His eyes widened in confusion. "What did I do? Why won't she see me?"

Hongjoong shuts the cabin door behind him. "Doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that she gets back home without any hiccups. Jongho can drive, I'll sit in the back. Mingi isn't that well, so someone else takes him home. We'll figure out what's going on when we get back and she's feeling better. For now, no drama."

"Did Hanse say something?" Wooyoung seems to ignore his captain's words, looking at you resting in the car. "What did he say to her? Mingi?" He turns to said man. Mingi leans against the other car, barely giving Wooyoung a glance as he enters. "I can't just stand here without knowing–"

"Think for one fucking second," Seonghwa hisses, moving over to his car. He taps his temple, "Put your head on straight and let's get going. We have bigger problems to solve. Subin is missing, and we just killed Hanse. We haven't exactly gotten on his good side. Once he finds out things aren't going to be as smooth as they are now.”

Wooyoung clenches his jaw, words left unspoken. Yunho pats his arm, walking over to his motorcycle and putting on his helmet. The others disperse while Hongjoong lingers by Seonghwa’s car, speaking to the two softly. Wooyoung doesn't bother saying anything else, getting into a car with Yeosang and driving off. The screech of the tires only make Hongjoong roll his eyes, flicking back to Seonghwa.

Mingi’s fingers dig into Hongjoong's sleeve, eyes flicking to Yunho's. Just as he disappears down the road, he moves his focus back on Hongjoong. He could tell that the man is panicked, lips trembling as his eyes widen.

"Mingi–"

"Someone's poisoning her," he whispers, eyes flicking to Seonghwa. "I don't know who the fuck is doing it, but I tasted her blood, hyung. It was bitter — it tasted like she'd been eating pure chemicals. I thought it was strange that she was out of it for so long while we were in the basement, but it could be because of the poison. There's a lot, Joong. A shit ton."

Hongjoong frowns, eyes narrowing. "Are you sure about that?"

"One hundred fucking percent. This… we can't do this again. Not like this. We've already lied enough to her. We can't just poison her to the point where she wants to become one of us. She has to choose to," Mingi lets go of him, shifting in his seat. He stares at the other car. "We've done enough."

Hongjoong pauses for a moment. “Okay.”

“What does that mean, hyung? What are you going to do? I was feeding off of her because I didn’t have a choice, I would have killed her if I didn’t taste the fucking poison-”

“Min, breathe. She’s fine,” Seonghwa says softly from his seat. “She’s fine.”

Hongjoong nods. “I’ll figure it out, Mingi, okay? I’m not going to sit on my ass, not anymore.”

Mingi stares at him for a moment, eyes flicking between him then he nods, shifting into his seat. It ends the conversation. Seonghwa meets Hongjoong’s gaze. He’s seen Seonghwa angry, sure. But the way he looks at him with pure fury, the grip on the steering wheel almost breaking it. Hongjoong nods to him, shutting the door of the car before things escalate. He walks to the other car slowly, mind scattered. Who the Hell is poisoning you?

The drive is quicker than you think, and when you arrive, Hongjoong carries you to your room. The others seem to scatter somewhere around the home. Though you cannot see them, you can feel their gazes on you as he brings you to your room, placing you on your bed. His fingers embracing you with eyes stuck on Mingi’s bite on your neck. His face reveals none of his feelings, though his fingers only tighten in their hold.

“I’m sorry, sea,” he says softly. Nothing else, no more embellishments. He lifts your hand and presses his lips lightly against your skin. “I won’t let you out of my sight again. Please rest.” He stands, letting go of your hand. His frame doesn’t linger by the door, shutting it softly as he flicks off the lights. You curl into yourself, still in the dress from the store. He didn’t ask to undress you, didn’t overstep, and just apologized. It’s not his fault; you wouldn’t place the blame on any of them. But his apology means a lot to you. The creak of your door makes you tense up, eyes opening and flicking over to the person.

Your heart drops. He seems to sense it, putting up his hands immediately.

“Get out.”

“I’m not here to hurt you, peach. Please just give me a chance to explain, let me know what’s wrong? What did I do to you?” Wooyoung begs, slow steps into the room. You see Yunho just behind him, resting against the far wall. Perhaps he’s here to watch him, make sure nothing happens between the both of you? It makes Wooyoung’s presence less stressful knowing that Yunho is nearby.

“y/n-”

“You are not a good person, Wooyoung,” you say, slowly rising to a sit on the edge of your bed. Yunho steps in to help, but you wave him off. Your heart is exhausted, not your body. “You were never a good person to me.”

“I didn’t do anything, please. Just tell me what’s upsetting you.”

“You turned Rose into a vampire, didn’t you?” You hiss, glaring at him. He stops moving closer to you, eyes wide. “And don’t you lie to me.”

"Why are you upset about something that didn't even happen to you? It was your former self, hundreds of years ago. Do you think that we remained the same people we once were? That we remained stagnant and didn't grow? It was a mistake, y/n. A terrible, horrendously awful and selfish mistake. There is nothing that we can do but ask for your forgiveness and move on. It is what she would have wanted."

He steps closer, merely a foot away from you.

“And I did not turn her into a vampire. I don’t know who told you that, but it’s not true. It’s not what she wanted.”

“You’re lying.”

“He’s not,” Yunho says from behind, eyes meeting yours. “He turned Yeosang, but not you. I can vouch for him.”

Yunho isn’t the most trustworthy man you know, but somehow, you believe him. Despite the underlying issues between you, you do trust his words. You stand, meeting Wooyoung’s gaze. Wooyoung matches yours. It's scary how empty they look. No emotion as he keeps your gaze. He takes a step forward, ignoring how you glare. Soon, he's barely a breath away. His red eyes are dark, almost black. He doesn't blink. "What are you doing?"

"I am selfish," His voice is soft and low. Broken. "I am eternally selfish. I will admit that if you let me stay with you." His hand rests against the wall, eyes flicking to your lips. "If you let me stay with you, I'll do anything you want. Beg if you'd like, Peach." His hand slowly slides down the wall with him. His eyes look up at you from where he's kneeling, free hand resting just behind your lower calf. He presses a light kiss against your clothed knee, sighing. His body seems to crumble as he does so, face pressed against your leg. "I'd do anything for you. Just don't make me go."

"Wooyoung," you try moving your leg but he doesn't budge the slightest, his grip tightening. If you really, truly tried, you could probably move him off since he isn't holding you that hard. Your eyes move to Yunho standing just by the door with his arms crossed. He doesn't say a word, meeting your eyes and giving no indication on what you should do. Wooyoung takes your lack of struggle as acceptance, arms wrapping around both of your legs and pulling them close to his body. You stumble, the quick movements of Yunho steadying you with ease. He nods at you slightly, hand outstretched against your back.

"Alright, baby?" He asks.

You hate it. You hate how easily they can pull you away from your anger, how easily that can manipulate you into another train of thought.

"Please," Wooyoung whispers again with lips pressed against your leg. His hands run up and down your calf, your body shivering at the touch. "Please let me take care of you."

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ja3hwa · 4 months

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Look what I'm posting tomorrow!!! I just gotta finish editing it, hehe. ♡♡

I'm excited to finally post this bloody thing abah. (Also yes its 12am ignore it ��)

#atz #ateez #this fic too way to long to make #the first part was like back in 2022? if i remember correctly hahs #ja3hwa

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hoshiseon · 27 days

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✍️ Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

ahhh thank u maya for sending me this!! <3

unfortunately, i don't have 5 fics posted here yet 😭but i'll do 2 drabbles that i've posted & 3 wips :p (& i'll give a little snippet of each) MDNI bc some are... suggestive

✦ desire | ot8 vampire!atz fic {snippet of ch.2}

“we apologize for having you wait so long, there were some… issues about sleeping arrangements but whenever you’re ready i’d be more than happy to show you to one of the guest rooms.” yunho says politely with his hands clasped behind his back. the whole ordeal feels like customer service and i have to stifle a laugh at the overly formal way they both speak. seonghwa glances at him out his periphery but just as quickly looks back to me and offers me a polite smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. why he's being so odd is beyond me, seeing as he was the one to bring me here and insist on me staying in the first place. his behavior causes me to hesitate, slowly closing my book and tucking it underneath my arm. yunho still stands with a gentle smile on his face but by the way his eyes flick over to seonghwa, i can tell he can sense my hesitation. i look between the two once more before huffing and pushing to my feet, running my hands over the wrinkles in my skirt. neither of the men wait for me to say anything, yunho turns to hold open the door and seonghwa bows in my direction before maneuvering out the door. i quirk a brow at the space seonghwa left before following yunho out into the hall.

✦ goosebumps | bf!yunho smut drabble {completed!}

“you okay, baby? you haven't said anything about the movie for the past 15 minutes now.” he asked, feigning concern.

you just let out a meek hum of approval, not even really hearing what he said. yunho smirked though you couldn't see it. he let his hands trail up your thighs, playing with the ends of your (his) t-shirt. you took in a shaky breath when you felt his lips close to your ear.

“what’s got you so quiet, kitten?” he whispered, lips now trailing down to your neck, leaving the softest kisses in their wake.

“nothing.” you said way too fast, your voice unstable. you felt the chuckle that reverberated in his chest as his hands were now underneath the shirt you were wearing. he was only lightly touching your skin but you felt like everywhere he touched was leaving sparks of heat. how this man got you so needy for him so fast was beyond you. your eyes fluttered shut as he started to press actual kisses to your neck and shoulders, lightly sucking on the area near your ear.

✦ untitled bbfs!yungi smut drabble {WIP; unedited}

a few minutes later, yunho heard the sounds of soft snoring coming from behind him and turned, the sight nearly causing his heart to crawl straight out his chest. there you and mingi were, sleeping so soundly on his bed. you cuddling with his pillow. yunho had to hold back from cooing out loud as he watched mingi’s head rise and fall with the movement of your breathing, the other man’s mouth hung open as he snored. in truth, the scene was nothing new. yunho had an entire folder on his phone filled with pictures of you and mingi napping together. if you came over while yunho was out teaching a dance class, it was almost guaranteed he’d come back home to see the two of you huddled up under blankets on the couch with an anime long forgotten on the TV. but never once had he seen it happen right in his own bedroom, on his own bed. it sent a tingly warmth through his chest as he thought about how nice it’d be to come home to this everyday. his two favorite people in the entire world, finding comfort in his space.

✦ movie night | bff!junhui smut drabble {WIP; unedited}

even though it's not a created album, the hidden album highlighted in blue text underneath your other albums catches his attention. jun imagines what you could possibly have put in there and snorts a laugh to himself. it's probably embarrassing pictures you have of yourself or the boys, or maybe inappropriate memes. he figures he's got nothing to lose and clicks the album. of course, it's locked but he knows you well enough and he's smart so figuring out the password takes him barely 2 seconds. his suspicions are confirmed as he scrolls up through the album and sees a multitude of pictures you've taken of the other boys. but as he scrolls further the pictures change… now he's looking at pictures of you, some taken in your mirror with your ambience lighting set on purple or red, some taken while you're in bed, and they're nothing scandalous maybe a little suggestive but really why do you even hide these? none of them are even that bad… junhui stops in his tracks, thumb hovering over your phone. the photos he's looking at now can't be you. there's no way. his sweet, quiet, funny, inexperienced best friend cannot possibly have taken these pictures. but as he presses one to enlargen it, he sees that it most definitely is you. you half-naked, sitting up on your knees with a pillow stuffed in between the space created by your legs and the mattress. the hem of the large tee you're wearing is in your mouth as you display the sexy set of black lace underneath. jun feels like he might die. he swipes. the next photo isn't any better. in fact, it's much worse and as he continues swiping he has an inkling that the rest of the album is like this too. raunchy, lewd photos of you in your bed or bathroom. some your tits are fully on display, some you're only in a large tee, some you're only in lingerie. and all of them make his head spin and blood rush straight to his cock.

✦ sharing is caring | poly, bfs!gyuhao smut drabble {WIP; unedited}

“uhm… yeah i’m fine… just thinking.” you said, nerves getting to you and making you opt out of saying what was really on your mind. you knew it was silly to still be nervous around the two of them but you couldn’t help it. you could feel the energy in the tiny kitchen of your guys’ apartment shift as the tension only grew with the prolonged silence. the two knew you well enough to pick up on not only the nervous lilt in your voice but also your body language. the way you were shifting your weight, avoiding eye contact, and picking at your clothes all clear indicators that there was definitely more than you were actually saying.

“___, you can tell us whatever’s on your mind,” you looked up at minghao as he spoke gently to you. “when have we ever judged you?” he asked, head tilting slightly. you looked away again, drawing in a dramatic breath and looking up towards the ceiling. damn him and his extremely convincing eyes.

“i was… i was thinking about the last time we were all together.” you rushed out still staring up at the ceiling, refusing to look at either of them as you finally confessed to the thoughts plaguing you.

minghao knew exactly what you were talking about. he did the moment he picked up on how nervous you were, he just wanted you to admit it. mingyu, on the other hand, was still trying to decipher what you were (not) saying.“...what about it?”, mingyu piped up, expression resembling a confused puppy with the way his head was still tilted. he was trying to recall the last time you were all together… oh. you and minghao saw the realization hit him as his eyes flicked between the both of you. hao smirked amusedly before looking back at you. you finally made eye contact with him, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

★ note: this drabble is actually for @angelwonie (in response to an ask she sent a while ago) I PROMISE I'LL GET TO IT BAEFIE 😭

#this is....long lmao #but i had fun!!#lmk what u guys think abt the lil snippets i posted #bc maybe it'll give me motivation to finish them :)#🪐 — hey buddies!#🪐 — love & letters #🎧 — maya!#ateez fics #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #poly seventeen x reader

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madamdionysia · 8 months

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Okay so I like have a small birth mark on my right breast, like it seems like a burn but it's not, so yeah I was wondering if you could do a mingi fluff/smut with that. Do not have much specifications about it, but yeah soppy smut would be nice 😭😭 plus I love your writings!!

A/N: omg ty love 🥰 im still relatively new/inactive on this account yet, but im so happy to hear you like my work! okay give me a moment this screams mingi

Warnings after the cut!

18+ MDNI

Warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns used, mention of a burn like scar/birthmark, slight body worship, petnames (baby, sexy, darling), im sorry this is more foreplay,

It took Mingi a while to notice it, but when he did he stopped cold. His fingers traced over the mark on your chest with surprisingly feather light touches. You shivered, almost tickled by the delicate strokes on your skin.

“Yes?” You asked.

“I never noticed this,” he said, “When? How?”

You giggled, “I’ve been waiting, you’re also so impatient when it comes to sex.”

“But baby, I know you like it.”

You pushed him back, straddling him. “I do. You’re just also oblivious.”

“Oblivious?” His jaw dropped in shock.

Running your fingers through his hair, you said, “I’ve had this forever. And it took you this long to notice.”

“It’s so sexy, just like the rest of you-”

“Not today, you’ve got to make it up to me.”

“How does my baby want me?”

You lowered yourself to whisper in his ear.

“Darling, I want you to worship every part of me.”

#ateez hard hours #mingi hard hours #mingi smut #mingi hard thoughts #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #technically kinda sorta only these blurbs open right now #i accidentally think i got way over my head with a long fic idea #its super self indulgent though like will anyone read

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bvidzsoo · 3 days

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Guys….what if I said I’m going to CERTAINLY use this and make an 8 part story with a supernatural Academy setting similar to my pirate and dark fantasy series?? :)) I saw this in the morning and instantly got hit with an idea 💀😭🫠

But also…when I went to search for the pic on Twitter, I came across this:

And so WHAT IF I SAID I’LL WRITE A GENDER SWITCHED SNOW WHITE WITH YUNHO??????? AND WHAT IF INSTEAD OF A PRINCESS, THE PRINCE WILL NEED SAVING?????? WHAT THEN??? I’ll certainly write both ideas I just mentioned TRUST but guys, be patient with me, I have to finish my thesis until the 28th of May AND I BARELY STARTED IT NAUR

#just bvidzsoo things #ateez #ateez ot8 #ateez x reader #TBH i want to hide myself in a dungeon and write all day long but life doesn’t permit that atm CRIES HARD #also guys…i wanted to keep this a secret because i wanted it to be a surprise but i suck at keeping surprises a secret SO MUCH #and so im here to say that i will write a Yuyu Spiderman fic soon #😭😭🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️#be patient with me guys…i have so many stories planned it’s just that uni won’t let me live rn #but it’ll be over in july FINALLY #i’m going to write a mobster/assassin!jongho oneshot and a hades!mingi one too #and i have one poseidon!seonghwa too #atp i should write a greek god series for all of ateez 💀💀

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justhere4kpop · 1 year

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Dude, I Love Fishing

A few days off between comeback stages and your boyfriend wants to go fishing, he's pretty lucky you love him.

pair: Yunho x Reader

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: Just another fluffy Yunho one-shot, also the number of times I accidentally deleted this post while editing is embarrassing, anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!! Any feedback is appreciated, and any interactions are welcomed and loved! Also ironically the use of a Seventeen song has no correlation with my recent dive into them. Also I definitely did not take or make any of the photos just used them for the header....that I did make....Okay enjoy!!!

tags: @yunbug, @starillusion13

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Comeback season was rough, between recording, rehearsals, outfits and fittings, photoshoots, stage testing, and shooting music videos, promos, teasers, and doing interviews…you could say it’s a full time job. Yeah, comeback season was rough, Comeback season for Ateez? Never stops, with the boys getting bigger and better every comeback it was hard to get them to sit still for even a moment, not that they would, it’s like babysitting hyperactive 3 year olds who just got told it was nap time but they “don’t need a nap they can stay up forever.” but probably less spit and more “you’re not the boss of me.”

“Wooyoung in this moment I very much AM the boss of you.” I groaned trying to get him to stop so I could hear the directions the GPS was taking us. “Do you want to get lost?!”

“We’re in Seoul! We can’t possibly get lost!” he threw his hands up in the air.

“And you know Seoul well enough that if I turn off this GPS you can get us there On Time?” I raised my eyebrow and he looked out the window. “That’s what I thought.”

“I can-!” he started

“Wooyoung-ah, please don’t torture my poor girl, I do that enough at home.” Yunho spoke up from the middle row.

“EWWWW!” came a chorus of voices.

“Not like that!!!!” he waved his hands in front of his face.

“Even I knew that one was coming Yu.” I sighed now on the receiving end of questions of my personal life.

His torture by the way is the sweaty hugs after dance practice before he showers because he just can’t wait that long to hug me, the way he lays on top of me while watching tv or a movie and I mean FULL BODY WEIGHT almost like that scene from Disney’s Lilo and Stitch where Nani goes “Oh no gravity is increasing on me!” only he does it because it’s “much more comfortable”, the endless times he’s had me read the Spider Man comics to him because he likes the character voices I make, not to mention we’ve seen every version a few times. He’s decided to cook dinner a few times only he’s wanted to experiment and try things without a recipe, which is fine, but it’s always stuff he’s never tried making before, last time he mixed up sugar and salt….again….Yeah, I would say he puts me through a few trials at home….I wouldn’t change them, in fact I kind of miss it when he’s away on tour and I’m stuck back home.

“y/n!?” Yunho called out from the kitchen. Here comes the soup popsicles again…

“Yeah?” I sighed and put down my book.

“We should take a trip!” he announced coming into the room. “Why are you closing your eyes with your hand out?”

“Huh? Oh uh….nothing. A trip? What kind?”

“Let’s go to the lake! We can go fishing! Bring the guys along and everything!”

“Fishing? Yunho you know I don’t like fishing, it’s…hard (weird)”

“Oh come on Jagiya, pleaseeeee, it’ll be like a beach trip or something, water, swimsuits, picnic!”

I sighed. “Fine.”

It was in fact, NOT like the beach, I’m covered head to toe in waterproof clothing, the most shapeless pair of waterproof overalls or waders, wellingtons, a vest with way too mant pockets, a floppy hat, and a waterproof shirt…oh and a life vest.

“You look beautiful” he smiled, I took a photo as he put on his life vest.

“You look ridiculous.” I chuckled at his outfit, it was normal…save for the Spider-man life jacket that was too small…

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“Yunho that’s for kids…” I said as we browsed our local Department Store.

“Nuh uh!!” he shook his head and smiled. “It says 5 plus y/n! I’m plus! I’m over 5!”

“I’m starting to doubt that.” I mumbled as I put it in the cart.

“Aw no way!!! Jagiya!” he called from behind me.

I turned and nearly fell over laughing, he found a pair of wayyyy too small goggles as well, he looked like one of those watermelons with rubber bands stretched around it until they burst.

“Yu, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you get those.” I snorted…never did that in my last relationship.

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“Well good thing I don’t have to impress anyone then hmm?” he gave me that face. “Come on I’ll catch the best fish for us to eat tonight.”

“We could’ve just gone to the store.”

“But this way it’s a date.”

“Grocery shopping is a date.”

“Okay fine you got me there.” he smiled. “But it’s nice to get some fresh air during comeback season!”

“Yu….it smells like mud…”

“Earth! I love it!” he smiled. “Come on I figure we can try the boat first.”

How did I let him talk me into this?

“Yunho?”

“Hmm?” he turned towards me.

“How much longer are we going to be out here?” I looked at him. “We’ve been out here for hours already.”

“Until you catch one too.”

“I’m fine not catching one.” I chuckled. He’s caught 5…who knew he was so good at it.

“Maybe if you don’t catch one in an hour.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

We waited…he started humming….it sounds kind of familiar.

“생각처럼 쉬운 게 없네요

매일 생각해요 난 어떻게 해야 할지

도착했다 싶을 때, 다시 시작이네요

앞이 깜깜할 때도” Yunho hummed softly.

“Whatcha singing?” I looked at him.

“Just something stuck in my head.” he smiled.

“소용돌이치는 하루 속에

사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서

비어 있는 내 두 손에

세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서”

“Seventeen?” I raised an eyebrow as he got louder.

He started swaying a little.

“Yunho be careful, you’re rocking the boat.” I looked at him….it was too late.

“소용돌이치는 하루 속에

사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서

비어 있는 내 두 손에

세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서

가파른 길에 숨이 찰 때도

추운 날 길 잃은 때도

따듯한 온기와 함께 손을 내밀어주는!!!” he exclaimed standing up and what do you know the boat tipped over. “YUNHO!”

I broke the surface of the water.

“You owe me a new phone.” I looked at him after we swam back to the shore with the boat.

“Gladly.” he smiled and wrapped a towel around me still humming.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I huffed.

“I’m very lucky indeed.” he kissed my cheek but grimaced at the taste left on his lips.

“Yeah let me guess I taste how the lake smells?”

“No no just a piece of algae in my mouth…”

“I don’t believe you.” I sighed and we made our way to go get cleaned up and the boathouse.

“You know what they say, shower together and save water.”

“Are you seriously horny after tipping the boat over into a fish pond…and there’s mud in my hair?”

“What can I say…the mud really adds texture.” he chuckled.

“New phone and a new boyfriend.” I nudged him.

“Awwwwww come on.”

After I took my shower…alone. We sat on the deck to eat the lunch/dinner we brought along. I didn’t catch a single fish, I got knocked out of the boat and I lost my phone….

“You didn’t catch a fish but you caught one thing?”

“....yeah?” I looked at him knowing it was going to be bad.

“This boot!” he held up the waterlogged boot I got before he knocked us over dancing.

“I totally thought you were going to say ‘My Heart’” I laughed a little.

“Nah, you caught that a long time ago.” he smiled and pushed my wet hair behind my ear.

“You’re so annoying Jeong Yunho.”

“And you are the light of my life l/n f/n……D.I.L.F” he spelled out.

I spit. “What!?”

“Dude I Love Fishing!” he smiled and looked at me.

“Yunho! That’s not what that means!!!!” I laughed and hit his arm.

As we walked back to the car Yunho held up the boot again.

“Should we-”

“No we are not keeping the boot.” I chuckled. “We can get matching phone cases this time.”

“Well I am keeping you, so I guess I win.” he smiled. “Can I pick out the phone case?”

“Fine…you win.”

I am never going fishing again.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #my writing #yunho x reader #ateez fic #dude i love fishing #my writings #my blog #me #yunho #this took me an embarrassingly long time to post because I deleted it 3 times #also Yunho posting as I tried also posting #it was a sign.....probably a sign I need to go to bed.

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mybelovedwoo · 1 year

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Long Journey Masterlist

Life hurts a lot, that's just how it is. At least that is what Destiny thought, living a life where living hurts more than dying. But one day everything changes when an unexpected guest appears.

What does this long journey hide behind? Will it be worth it to be alive again?

"Sailors tell stories, Pirates make legends!"

ateez pirate au, fluff, angst, smut

??? x named fem reader

warnings: violence, fighting, guns and weaponry, blood injuries, trauma, smut, sa, pa, abuse

status: ongoing

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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halotopicecream · 2 years

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Hi I love your writing so much!!~ I came here to ask if I could request a smut fluff with Ateez Dom!Yunho and Sub!Female reader. I was thinking of a plot with Ateez is on a tour and reader goes there to surprise Yunho and the rest of Ateez. Reader and Yunho haven’t seen each other for a while so they showed how much they had missed each other.~

Thank you beforehand!~

Im literally so sorry for answering this so late! I’ve been having trouble writing atm and I wanted to make sure I answered your request well so I didn’t rush but I realize it’s literally been so long and I’m so sorry😭 also I may or may not have flustered myself at the end🥴

-𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐅𝐭: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, little angst but it’s barley even there

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: reader lies to Yunho (for good purposes it’s VALID), Yunho is a sad boi :(, so. much. kissing, like it’s almost unbearable, pwp, established relationship, wooyo nipples, the ending is so fluffy (except for one part teehee) I nearly puked.

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!Yunho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, size kink… c’mon it’s Yunho what do you expect?, fingering, very minor handjob, praise, BIG DICK YUNHO, belly bulge, marking, sir kink, spanking, pet names (baby, tiny, good girl, princess), mentions of when reader was a virgin, they’re both horny and in love, aftercare.

Four months.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen or held your Yunho in person.

It was miserable. You always missed him, and the only way you got to see him was through FaceTime calls (which he now hardly had time for) and clips of him you saw on YouTube.

You were lonely yes, but you weren’t mad. You could never be mad at Yunho. You’ve been dating since before he was even an Idol; a few months before he became a trainee actually. You’ve always been by his side and had no intentions of going anywhere else.

You knew it was going to be difficult dating an Idol; barley being able to see him and always missing him and being left alone when he went away for tours. But you knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted to continue dating him. You knew the chances of being left alike to your devices, waking up at ungodly hours to him opening your apartment door and flopping down to sleep with you, listening as he mumbled sleepy apologies and saying how much he loved and missed you.

As frustrating as it was sometimes, you loved him. And you loved his members too.

They were like brothers to you, and you missed them as well.

You would always support Yunho through his dream and passion, encouraging him to keep going and being his number one fan through it all.

Did you cry some night because you missed him? Yes. Did that mean you took out your lonely, touch starved anger out on him when all he was doing was living the life he wanted? Of course not.

You were actually one of the people who really encouraged him to try out for being in a group, and after awhile of helping him build confidence, he finding listened.

And now look where he was.

As lonely as you were, you’d never know how much lonelier Yunho was.

He didn’t know he needed you as much as he did until he was away from you for extended periods of time. He would constantly have the urge to feel your wrapped in his arms; to squeeze your smaller body against his and give you every drop of love he could squeeze out.

Being away from you killed Yunho, but being away from you also made him perform harder.

He knew you watched the clips people posted of him dancing, so he made sure he gave it his all so when he saw you again, he’d get the best cuddles ever while listening to you praise him as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Damn…

Thinking about it makes his heart hurt.

He mused grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, pressing several little pecks against your lips and telling you he loves you.

He’s also been violently horny but we’ll talk about that later.

After the first day of the concert you managed to get in contact with Yunho, telling him you watched the live stream and how he did so so well and you were so proud of him.

He felt his heart grow ten times bigger heading your praise, cheeks raising in a smile and anyone looking would think he was a kid in a candy store from how giddy he was. “You guys looked so good! No matter how many times I hear you sing you always so so amazing Yu! Your voice is so so pretty.”

God, he loved you so fucking much.

“Thank you tiny, but you know instead of watching online you could maaybe come to a show and come see me.” This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to do this.

You loved Yunho, but sometimes he was incredibly gullible.

If he looked closely enough, he could see the room behind you was definitely not your own. It wasn’t your best friends room either. So if he saw, he might either assume you’re cheating on him, or… whatever other option there is.

You flew in right after the concert had ended, got to your hotel (which, thanks to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, was the one they were staying in) and settled in. He had no idea you were there, and you intended to keep it that way.

The only ones who knew about you being there were Joong and Hwa, since they were the only ones you trusted enough not to open their mouths and ruin the surprise. You saw Hongjoong walk behind Yunho, and his face turned into a smile, walking over to peer over Yunho’s shoulder and talk to you.

“Hi Y/n.”

“Hey Joongie. You guys did amazing by the way, no matter how many times I see it the performances just get better and better.” His face flushed a light pink, always happy to get praise about his group and their progress.

“Thanks, I wish you were here thought, we miss you.”

“Uh, hello? Can I please talk to MY girlfriend in peace?” Yunho butted in, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that made Joong roll his eyes and you laugh.

“Girlfriend shmirlfriend, there’s not one thing you two together that we call can’t do together.” He was not ready for the quick answered he got.

“Yunho gets to kiss her.” Seonghwa said.

“Yunho gets to give her hickies.” Wooyoung pointed out.

“He can literally fuck her you guys. That’s what you can’t do with her, asshole.” Yeosang scoffed, yelling when Hongjoong ran off to jump on him (but he was very easily held up, I’m whipped for Yeo’s arms). You snickered, love ring your mouth to keep your laughter down in fear of what the people in the rooms next to you would do.

Yunho grumbled to himself, walking out of the chaotic room to finally have peace and quiet to speak to you.

Second day of the tour in the country they were in, and you were currently getting dressed.

You decided to use an inspired outfit, loving how Wooyoungs outfit was so you made your own little spin-off. You got a white bandanna and wrapped it around your chest after using a friends cricket machine to put ‘break the wall’ ‘shout’ and other things on his shirt on yours. Wrapping it around your chest and tying it tightly, you draped a white leather jacket over your shoulders, pulling on a pair of white high waisted jeans and slipping on your white platform Converse after doing your make-up and styling for hair.

In you were being honest, you felt good.

You arrived early, and quickly after hundreds of thousands of people flooded in after you. Damn, that’s a lot of people.

Once you reached the front of the line you showed the guard the special pass Hongjoong had given you, and he welcomed you in and told you the exact spot Hongjoong had gotten you. Thanking him, you had your way inside, buying a light stick (because you forgot yours, sadly) and making your way to your seat.

“Seat number F101.” You mumbled to yourself, walking round to find your assigned seat, probably looking as lost as a baby duckling until you finally found it. He had gotten you a seat right in front of the stage, dead, fucking, center.

Perfect, no you’ll be nervous the whole time until Yu spots you.

It wasn’t long until the whole place was filled with people; Ateez fans of all shapes, sizes, genders and races all ready to enjoy the next couple of hours with the boys.

You were grinning from ear to ear as the music played, watching with big eyes and refusing to blink as you watched them dance and sing. You found yourself talking to a few girls beside you since you didn’t come with anybody, and they were really sweet and fun to talk to.

They started to perform ‘Deja Vu’ and you bent down to sneeze, letting out a relived breath before looking back up. Except you were just looking at them anymore.

Yunho was staring right at you while trying to hide his shock and his smile. He raised his hands in the air, swaying his hips before bringing them back down with the beat but never tearing his eyes away from you until he has to move away.

This is going to be fun to explain.

After the concert ended (and you were slightly sweating from all the jumping and dancing you were doing), a security guard came and found you, asking you your name.

“Yes, that’s me.” He nodded, extending his arm in the direction of back stage. “This way please.” He said, and you waisted no time making your way back to the door. The door was opened for you and you thanked him, putting the light-stick you bought in your bag before continuing to walk in.

You heard several voices, and all of them were ones you haven’t heard in person in months. The security guard walked ahead of you and you followed him, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I found the girl you asked for.”

The room went silent.

Great, not you were getting nervous.

Seonghwa was the first one to look over, and he immediately found his feet and walked over to you, wrapping it you in a comforting hug that made whatever you were nervous about vanish.

“Did you enjoy the concert?”

“I did. As always you guys are amazing.” Once they all (except Hongjoong, since he knew you were here) got over there shock, Wooyoung jumped onto his feet and ran at you in a a full sprint, almost knocking you over when he squeezed you so tightly.

They all hugged you, Yunho being the only one still in a state of shock. So, you walked over to him, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to hug him close.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him and hiding his face away in your neck. “You’re really here… with me right now? This isn’t another dream?” He asked, voice so small you were worried he’d start crying.

Nodding your head, you placed the softest kiss on his neck, carding your fingers through his dark hair, holding back a giggle when he shivers.

“Yes I’m really here, Yu. I missed you.”

“I missed you more tiny. God I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“Thank your hyungs for that.” His head snapped up to look at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, both of them smiling proudly with their chests puffed out. “You knew?”

They nodded, noting how he didn’t move away from you in the slightest. And he probably wouldn’t move for awhile. “Mhm. We got her a flight over here and Hongjoong found an available room in our hotel, so she’s in the same building as us.”

“You are?!?” You hummed, snuggling further into his body to steal the warmth he provided. You couldn’t see it, but Yunho had you most in love look on his face. His eyes were wide and the boys could basically see the hearts beating through them.

“Oh to be not single.” San sighed, Jongho snickering next to him, yelping when the older male jumped on him.

The moment Yunho had you in his arms he did let you.

He always had a hand on you in some way; whether it was around to it shoulder, holding your hand, holding you in a back hug, or resting his hand on your ass. He was touching you in some way.

All he wants to do was get to the hotel, find your room, and fuck you till sun up. But no, everyone decided to take their sweet time backing up while he stood with you rock hard and horny.

If he could just pull you into an empty room he would, but he wanted to take his sweet time with you and savor every second he could get. He wanted to listen to your drawn out moans and needy whimpers, make you tell him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted his huge cock inside of you.

It’s been so long since he’s heard you beg, and now it was the only sound he’d ever want to hear. He wanted you to cry is name as he rearranged your insides to fit him and only him. He wonders if you’ve gotten tighter since the last time he fucked you. Could you have bought a dildo close to his side to make sure you were always ready to hit him? Part of him hoped not. He wanted to stretch you out, to feel your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him too he couldn’t move anymore.

He wanted to be suffocated by you.

And that brought him to his next thought.

You sitting on his face.

God he missed squeezing those lushes thighs of yours; bitting the skin and marking them up so nicely. He remembers the last time you sat on his face, he nearly came in his pants when you started mindlessly humping his face.

All he wanted to do was shove his—

“Yunho?” Your voice smacked him across the face, bringing him out of his very inappropriate thoughts. He quickly turned to look down at you, heart fluttering at the sweet look you were giving him. Your eyebrows were creased, confusion evident on your face. “Did you hear what I said?”

You said something? “Uh, n-no I didn’t. What were you saying?” He felt bad for not even hearing the girl he was fantasizing about not more than five minutes ago. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my room and hang out.” You said, playing with the promise ring on your finger as you awaited his answer.

Yunho chuckled, pulling you close to him and placing a gentle peck onto your lips, followed by a few more since he got carried away. “Of course I do baby. We haven’t seen each other in months, all I wanna do is be with you.” And he lent those words with every fiber of his being.

Smiling, you took his hand in yours, joining them on the bus as you made your way back to the hotel.

“By the way, why is your outfit Wooyoung inspired instead of me?”

“Because Wooyoung nipples.”

“Fair point.”

The minute Yungonfor to his room he jumped into the shower, changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before heading off to your room. He knocked on your door, and it was silent on the other end for a few seconds before you pulled it open in a way to big shirt and… maybe shorts? He couldn’t see if you had anything on underneath.

“Hi YuYu.” You took his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He missed you so much, feeling your lips against his wad almost so overwhelming with the feeling he was having.

He grabbing the back of your thighs and patted your butt, the signal for you to jump so you did. He kept you up as he walked over to the bed, gently placing you down on it while never breaking the kiss. His right hand came up to rest against your neck, feeling your static like against the palm of his hand.

Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you gave him access, parting your sweet lips to give him entrance to your mouth. When his tongue pushed past your lips he was immediately dominating the kiss, holding your body like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever seen.

You pulled at his hair, making him let out a pleasurable groan into your mouth that had you smiling. As you twisted his hair through your fingers, his lips started to trail from your mouth to your neck, not liking how bare the skin was.

“It’s been so long since I’ve marked you, huh? You probably forgot who you belonged to didn’t you baby?” Before you could protest, to tell him you haven’t forgotten and that he’s all you think about, he was pulling your shirt over your head, mind drawing blank for a second when he saw the lack of a bra.

Fuck, you were made for him.

“Been forever since I’ve had you like this,” his long, slender fingers traced shapes against your tummy, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. If there was one thing Yunho loved, it was the effect he had on you. “Need to remind your needy little body who it belongs to, don’t I tiny?”

“Y-yes Yu.”

“Since when did you call me ‘Yu’, tiny? That calls for a punishment don’t you think?” You were quick to protest, just like he wanted.

“N-no sir! Please don’t punish me, I didn’t mean to I promise…” you looked away from his gaze, fiddling with the ring on your finger. Why can’t you just not be cute to he can punish you? Why did you have to pull at his heart string and make him want to pamper you like you princess you are?

He hummed, messaging your hips. “I still have to give you a punishment baby, you know I do.” He wanted to seem sad about it, but he couldn’t hide his giddiness. Sadly, he didn’t have the usual toys like the ropes or a vibrator with him, so he’d have to go with something different.

Moving away from you, he shifted to let his long legs hang over the edge, placing his feet to the ground before patting his thigh. “Come here lovely.” And you did. Scrambling over to him, you went to sit on his thigh, but he quickly stopped you.

“Nuh uh, bend over, sir’s gonna spank that pretty ass of yours.” Hearing those words fall from his lips so naturally makes you shudder, and you bend over his thighs and present your behind to him. He hums in delight, playing with your panties for a moment before snapping the elastic to your skin making you jump.

Yunho chuckled, adoring your cute little reactions. He runs his large hands over your butt cheeks, squeezing the flesh like it was a stress ball for him to just play with. Though you didn’t mind, having his hands on you was comforting.

A loud slap resonated through the room and the peace was broken as you let out a sudden yelp of surprise. “Count.” Was the only thing he said.

“One.” He landed another smack on your butt, watching how it jiggles with each impact.

“T-two—ah!” Another smack.

“T-three.” He was thinking of stopping at five since you haven’t done much to deserve a punishment, but the way your squirmed against him and moaned when his hand landed against your ass was just to enticing for him to stop.

He landed to two smacks against your butt, but you forgot to count them, and he was more than happy to punish you for it. “I said count.” An even harsher smack.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the sting, but you held them in, whimpering out a quiet “s-seven” while he soothed them burn in your behind with his cool hands.

“Doing so good baby, taking your spanking like such a good girl for me.” His deep honey like voice made you feel calmer, slowing your racing heart only a little before he landed another smack ok your behind.

“Eight!” He cooed about how good you were, and how he’d make you feel so good once you took all your spankings.

Smack. “N-nine…” he saw a single tear fall from your eye, and it made his heart clench in his chest. Maybe because it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, but his heart felt a lot softer than it usually would when he punished you.

“Last one tiny.” Smack.

“Ten!” He immediately started to rub over your sore, red cheeks, cooing at you. “Good job baby, took it like such a good girl huh?”

“Y-yes sir.” He pulled you up from bending over to press a kiss onto your lips, shifting around so your back was pressed against the mattress and he hovered over you.

Yunho toyed with the elastic of your panties, toying with the cotton fabric and he slowly pulled them down. “My finger or my tongue, tiny? Or do you wanna be greedy and have both?” He already knew what you would say, but it’s been so long that he just had to take his sweet time with you.

“What happens if I say both?” You pout, once again playing with the ring adorning your finger. Yunho chuckled, kissing you again except this time, he was getting a message across. Tonight was about the both of you, and whatever you asked for, you’d get. “Wanna answer again baby?” God, he had so much power over you it was almost embarrassing. But you basked it and basked in his praise, his attention and his love.

Because it was all for you.

So yes, you were greedy. And proud of it.

You nodded, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, knowing how much he loves when you do that. It shows how bad you want him, and he knows his desperation and desire and lust isn’t one-sided.

“Want both. Please. You know I love your hands— a-and you look so handsome between my—“ he stopped your rambling with a kiss, knowing if he let you finish, he would have came in his pants. He trailed his hands down your body, touches so light and calculated they made you shiver with glee.

You needed him in whatever way he would give it to you. Whatever he gave you’d take. You just needed him— needed Yunho.

He opened your legs wide to accommodate his larger body, soaking in how you currently look under him. Your lips are swollen and red, hair a mess and sweat starting to form at your hair line.

God you look so good all messy and disheveled because of him.

Finally done teasing you, Yunho slipped a finger inside of you, mouth falling open at how tight you were. How long has it been since you’ve done anything to yourself?

“How are you so fucking tight? It reminds me of the night I took your virginity.” You moaned, weakly smacking his shoulder and you clenched tightly around his finger. “Baby you’ve gotta relax, you’ll suck my finger off of my hand at this rate.” He wouldn’t complain if that’s how he lost a finger.

“S-sorry… just haven’t touched myself since you left. It never feels good enough…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how you just told him you can’t get of without him. Yunho smirked, leaning down to kiss against your neck, sucking at the skin to leave his own decorations.

“Oh? Can’t do anything without your sir huh? God you’re so damn tight, it’s gonna be like fucking my virgin girlfriend all over again,” he breathed against your lips, pecking them lightly before pulling away with a smirk. “And I would not mind that at all.”

He curled his single digit inside of you, feeling around your gummy walls and quickly found your sweet spot. You let out a whiny moan, arching your back against the bed while trying to grind against his hand to have more of what you wanted. “There it is…” he chuckled, lowering his face so he was eye level with your gushing pussy.

You peeled your eyes open to look at him, immediately wishing you hadn’t done so. He was looking right at you, sticking his tongue out to licking a long, slow stipe up for sopping wet cunt. The moan you let out was to erotic for you to handle, and you covered your face, wishing that you hadn’t just made that noise.

Yunho, on the other hand, wanted to hear more of your noises, resisting the urge to grind down against the bed. His tongue lapped at your clit while he slipped a second finger inside of you, eyes fluttering shut as he stretched you nice and wide for his thick cock.

“Y-Yunho… ‘m gonna—“

“What did you call me?” He stopped.

You whined in protest, squirming to try and feel something of him against where you needed him most. All he wanted was to be back between your legs eating you out until he was full and satisfied, but you knew that wasn’t what you called him during sex.

“Nononon please! ‘M sorry sir I didn’t mean it! Just feels so good…” you trailed off, covering your face with your hands before giving him the best puppy dog eyes you would manage. Damn it. Yunho was weak for you and there were times he was actually ashamed of how much power you had over him. But right now, it just made him throb seeing you desperate for him.

“Mm, you’re so lucky I love you baby.” He pushed two long fingers back inside of you, curling them just right to make you whine. “You’re so lucky I missed you; that I missed your lips, your scent, your touch, and this fucking cunt.” He harshly ducked your clit into his mouth, humming against the bundle of nerves and it sent you into a shaking frenzy.

You were so sensitive. Months without being properly touched and you almost never truly attending your your own pleasure made the feeling foreign to your body. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

With your core tightening you tied your hands in Yunho’s dark hair, tugging at the strands to pull him closer to you. He groaned at the sting in his scalp, adding a third finger to get you nice and stretched.

“S-sir— of fuck ‘m gonna cum. Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease—“ you didn’t even get to finish begging before he pulled away from you right at your peak. He silenced the cry you let out with a kiss, using his clean hand to grip your jaw and hold your head still.

You sighed, enjoying the kiss but not enjoying the empty feeling you had and having your orgasm wash away from you. Yunho chuckled, pulling away from your swollen lips to look down at you. He hovered over you and completely towered over you, making you shrink in on yourself under his intense gaze, your core tightening around nothing.

“God you’re so fucking tiny,” grabbed your hips, messaging your flesh there lovingly before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. “So small I’m worried I won’t fit inside you again. It’s been so long since I’ve had you, your cunt’s probably forgotten how to take my huge cock, huh?” He tilted his head to the side, removing his hands from your body to peel his shirt over his head.

You sat up to help tug his sweats down, and he quickly kicked them off somewhere in the room. Next we’re his boxers and you had those pulled down in a second and he kicked them off, leaving the both of you completely naked in the hotel room.

“We can’t be to loud tiny..“

“I think we’re well past being to loud.” Yunho sighed, knowing your right. You wrapped your hand around his fully erect dick, mouth watering at the sight. You forgot he was ridiculously big, and it made your core ache. Yunho groaned, letting his head fall back for a fraction of a second before he looked back down.

He let you stroke him for a minute, spreading the pre-cum around his shaft and admiring how your hand couldn’t fully wrap around him. “Mm no more baby, you’ll make me cum if you keep going.” He groaned, removing your warm hand and shivering when he suddenly felt cold.

You giggled— a sounds that he never wants to go so long without heading again— and spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to fiddle with the hairs on his nape. “I’m ready when you are.” It was the same thing you said when he finished size training you when he took your virginity.

He leant down to press his lips to yours, the both of your getting lost in each other for as long as you could manage. You reached down to grab Yunho’s dick, rubbing your thumb along his tip to tease him. He pulled away with a hiss, mouth falling agape as he looked down to see you playing with him.

He glanced back up at you, smirking before letting out another stuttered breath. Maybe he was overly sensitive too.

“Don’t tease, t-tiny. C’mon just put in in already, know you want too.” He tried to mask how much he loved your hands, but it was no use. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before placing his top at your soaked entrance, coating his tip in your juices before moving your hand away.

“Fuck me, pretty please.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He leant back down to connect your lips again before easing himself inside of you, the both of you groaning at the feeling of finally being connected.

The stretch was stinging, but it was bearable thanks to the foreplay and how wet you were. Yunho slowly pushed inside until he bottomed out, letting out a deep groan that made your rib cage ring. He put your legs onto his shoulders, waiting for you to adjust while he did everything in his power to keep still.

“M-move.” You mumbled, mind going dumb at how his cock dragged against your walls. God it felt so good to be full again, to be full of Yunho again. His pace started slow, wanting to drag out the session for as long as he could manage so he’s never have to disconnect from you again.

But you both grew impatient.

“More. Please gimme more Yu.” He happily obliged. He moved your legs off of his shoulders to wrap them around his hips, curling your body so he would hit deeper inside of you. You could feel him kissing your cervix, and it was making you loose your mind.

He set a hard, quick pace, using his smooth hips to create the perfect pace that has the both of you moaning silly. “God you feel so f-fuck perfect around me.” Yunho groaned, burying his face in your neck to moan into the skin. The only sounds you could make were whiny, fucked out moans, and they continued to feed Yunho’s ego.

“Your pussy was made for my fat cock huh, tiny? S-so fucking tight I can barley— fuck I’m close.” You couldn’t even manage to form a sentence right now. Your mind was completely muddled; filled with pleasure and Yunho.

“Oh god,” you moaned, arching you back it get closer to your boyfriend (if that was possible). “‘M gonna cum. P-please lemme cum Yun. Pleasepleaseplease— ah!” He cut off your begging by rubbing fast hard circles against your clit, angling his hips so his tip brushed that special spot deep inside of you.

Yunho leaned down to nibble on your ear, brutally thrusting his hips against yours with no mercy. “Cum for me.” That’s all you needed. His sweet, honey like voice sent you over the edge; your thighs spasming and your core tightly clenching.

Your juices covered his cock cock slicker, letting him continue to bury himself inside of you, chasing his own high. “Almost there tiny,” he let out a broken groan, hips stuttering. “Gonna cum baby. Where do y-you want it?” He knew where you wanted it, but asking never hurt.

“In me. Fuck Yun please cum inside me baby!” Your voice in his ear was like a drug. Yunho let out a whimper he was holding in, the pace he set stuttering out of control as he grew closer and closer to his finish.

He connected his lips yours, moaning into your mouth as he filled you up to the brim. Four months worth of cum deep inside of you. And to you, there was no better placed for it to be. You shifted your hips to the best of your abilities, trying to get every drop of cum you could out of him. Yunho hissed in overstimulation, breaking away from your lips to look down at your connected centers.

Now wanting to move yet, he shifted you both around so you were lying on your sides; your right leg kicked over his hip so he was still deep inside of you. You let out a content sigh, melting into his gentle touch as he drew circles against your back. Sleepily, you pressed your lips against his chest, right over his beating heart and smiling when he chuckled.

“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” He asked, pressing kissed against your face before pecking your lips. Once, twice, thrice before he fully connected them in a breathtaking kiss, chaste and sweet with nothing but love. You hummed, nodding but never letting go of him.

Yunho groaned, playfully nipping at your nose to get you to giggle. “I have to go start the bath tiny. You’ve gotta let go.”

“Who says?” You pout, deciding now was the time to be a brat. Yunho sighed, knowing making you let go would be more of a pain than just carrying you. “You’ve always managed to throw me around other times haven’t you? A few steps to the bathroom shouldn’t be to hard, especially with your long ass legs.” He hates how you have a point.

With a sigh Yunho picked you up, turning so his feet planting into the ground and he carried you with him to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet after pulling out of you, letting you do your business as he bent over to start the bath. Not being able to help yourself, you started using his butt-cheeks as drums, singing ‘Pirate King’.

He looked back at you, face showing he wasn’t amused but the smile that tugged at his lips said other wise. You raised your hands up in defense, quickly reaching back down to tap his butt once again before raising the hand back up. “What? I’m an innocent woman with less than innocent urges.”

“You’re also childish.”

“Says you—“ he pulled you into a rough kiss, silencing you and making whatever brat that had festered inside of you disappear. Yunho pulled away, giving you a cocky smirk that let you know he knew how to tame you. “Don’t start with me, tiny. Because I promise I will make you scream so fucking loud that the hotel next door will hear you begging for my cock like the slut you are. Understand.” The grip he had your your jaw was gentle but firm, letting you know he was anything but joking.

“Yes sir.” You wished you could hold onto being bratty longer, but you were to tired to handle another round. He was please with your answer, patting your cheek gently before stopping the wart and placing you inside and climbing in after you.

Once you finished your bath and got dressed, did your night routine and dried your hair (which took forever might I add), you and Yunho lied in bed, wrapped around each other like a pair of wired earphones when you put them in your pocket.

“Yunho?” You mumbled, sleep knocking on your door just waiting to be let in. He hummed in response, playing with your fluffed out hair before pecking your forehead. “Can you sing for me? Turbulence please, it’s one of my favorite songs.” He felt his heart skip two beats.

Every moment felt so domestic with you, almost like your lives were some kind of perfect fairytale.

He liked the story too, as long as his story aligned with yours he’d forever be happy.

Clearing his throat he began to sing, voice soft and low and it made your heart melt. Your shoulders relaxed even further, eyes closing as a small smile played on your lips. He sent for a few more moments until your soft breaths fanned against his neck, and he immediately knew you were passed out.

Yunho chuckled, not being able to help himself when he just sat and looked at your sleeping face. God he loved you so much it almost hurt. He placed a slow, lingering kiss against your forehead, closing his own eyes as his heart hummed happily.

“Goodnight my love, I love you.”

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noonaishere · 1 month

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So I'm about to hit 200 followers on this blog, and I didn't get to celebrate hitting 100 (I think I was super busy when it happened? I can't remember), should I do something for 200?

What should I do? What do people normally do to celebrate?

#tagging these because they're the fics that are currently updating:#ateez #choi san #jeong yunho #like I still have to do the epilogue because I didn't have the will to do it after I finished editing and scheduling these fics lol #I was SO tired afterward; I think I took like a two week break or something lolol #I guess I could answer questions as long as they're not spoilers?#but someone let me know if you have any ideas :)

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brrrkdslek · 5 months

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QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 056 ⎯ WHO'S UR DEALER❓🤑🥵

you gulped nervously as the movie started, wooyoung's hand deadly close to touching yours. you weren't even listening to what the actors were saying anymore as wooyoung's pinky brushed against yours.

wooyoung took in a deep breath before clasping your hand in his, heart beating so fast he's sure the entire audience could hear it.

time passed by quickly as the movie ended. you blinked, "it felt like a few minutes only." wooyoung giggled, "right?" you two exited the cinema as if you didn't just hold each other's hands and stopped by the entrance.

"i had a good time today," you brushed your hair behind your ear, "thank you."

wooyoung froze when you pulled down your mask before leaning down and left a lingering kiss on his cheek. he stares for a few seconds before placing his hand on top of the spot you kissed, his eyes widen after a few more seconds and he bolted away.

you blinked and only stood in confusion for a few seconds before smiling gently, "cute."

checking the time, you decide to drop by the studio to do some more work on the new tracks you had started for the comeback in a few months time.

mindlessly scrolling through instagram, you rode the elevator to the 5th floor and exited. you rubbed your eyes tiredly as your shoulder bumped into someone else's, knocking your phone out of your hand and onto the ground.

you groan in annoyance, "hey-"

you stopped the string of curses that were about to leave your mouth when you saw a fluffy looking mingi standing in front of you. you snorted, "why does he actually look like a princess..."

mingi pouted as his cheeks dusted in pink, "hey! i heard that." you mess up his hair as he groaned, "sure you did." you were about to walk away before mingi held onto your hand, his large ones warming yours up. "uh- do you wanna, uhm, listen to my songs...?"

you perk up, "o-only if you're free! i wouldn't wanna force you..." smiling, you wrap your arms around his, "sure, lead the way!" mingi could physically feel an arrow pierce through his heart as he inhaled sharply before beginning to walk to the recording studio.

as the two arrives at the studio, you set your things down and sit next to mingi, who was busy plugging his guitar in. looking around, you take in the interior.

"have you been in here before?"

you shake your head, eyes trailing back to mingi's, "it's my first time." mingi felt his heart skip a beat, "ah, i see."

mingi strums the guitar for a test before looking at you and you nod, signifying you were ready. mingi smiled and closed his eyes as he started strumming the guitar, the soft beats making you sleepy as you closed your eyes and leaned onto his shoulder.

mingi breathed in before singing softly, "did i drive you away?" you smiled upon hearing the familiar lyrics of your favourite song, sparks.

"i know what you'll say," you were always glad you never blushed on your face, but on your neck. cause you know you'd be a whole tomato if blush was visible on your cheeks.

"you say-"

"oh," mingi looks at you as you rise, "sing one we know." you smiled softly at the boy as he returned.

"but i promise you this," mingi felt his cheeks heat up with how intense your stare was, "i'll always look out for you." he grinned shyly, "yeah, that's what i'll do."

you swayed with the tune, "i say, ohh." you continued the lyrics as he strummed, "i say, ohh." mingi closed his eyes, your voice like music to his ears.

"my heart is yours," you felt your heartbeat quicken as he looks at you lovingly as he sings the lyrics, "it's you that i hold on to." you felt your eyes burn at the full feeling blooming in your chest.

mingi bit his lip as you moved closer, thighs brushing against his. "yeah, that's what i'll do." mingi's voice was getting quieter with each pause, just so lost in your eyes, your beautiful eyes that shined like gems.

"and i know, i was wrong." your smile falters slightly, the lyrics stinging you, hitting a bit too close to home. you looked down for second, registering all the events that had happened in a span of a week.

"but i won't let you down," your eyes widen as you turn back to a smiling mingi. gosh, he always looked so beautiful with that pretty smile. it always lit something in you whenever he smiled, and specifically at you.

he hummed the adlibs as you swayed with the beat, mingi's eyes sparking as he watched your every move.

it took everything in the male to not pounce you immediately. with half-lidded eyes, mingi strummed the guitar as he started to feel a bit hot.

"yeah, i saw sparks." mingi's eyes never drifted from yours as you only stared back, hearts beating together.

"yeah, i saw sparks..." you whispered softly, faces slowly inching together, unbeknownst to the teo.

"and i saw sparks," the two sang in unison.

"yeah, i saw sparks." it wasn't surprising how well you two harmonised, with you taking the soprano as mingi went deep as usual.

mingi's eyes sparkled under the dim lighting of the studio, his eyes turning into pretty crescents, bringing out a smile from you too. you scratched your neck and felt a thin layer of sweat, wow, it's a bit hot in here huh?

"yeah, i saw sparks" he sang slowly, just above a whisper. as if he was embarrassed. what's there to be embarrassed about? oh nothing, just that you both know you like each other.

"sing it out" you ended. you quietly hummed the tune, you closed your eyes as it became quieter until it stopped. you kept your eyes closed for a few more seconds, smile still prominent on your features as your eyes fluttered open slowly.

mingi was mesmerised, he swallowed a large lump in his throat. mingi hoped the dim lighting did him justice as he felt his cheeks heat up and probably painted in light pink.

"is something on my face?"

you asked worriedly, patting your cheeks. mingi only chuckled, "what, is there really something on my face?" you felt a blush creep up your neck, did you really just sit in front of this fanatic man for almost an hour with some sort of shit on your face?

"n-no! there's nothing, it's just..."

he cuts himself off as you raise your brow, "it's just?"

mingi blushes and dips his head down, coughing into his fist awkwardly. you hear him mumble something but couldn't quite catch it and grew paranoid.

you folded your arms together, "what is it?"

"you looked really pretty..."

you lose your cool for a second, letting his words fully sink into your mind before your ears are blazing red. "uh... i- thanks" you stumble over your words as you turn your head to look at much more interesting things like the black wall and equally black rug.

mingi pulls the guitar over his head before setting it aside. he slowly rolls his chair closer to you and you see his eyes dart from yours to your lips.

you don't move away when he's inches away from your noses touching, the heat radiating off the man making you shiver.

you smirked when you saw mingi's tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip, oh? is something about to happen?

mingi slowly leans in until your noses boop, making both of you slightly chuckle. you move your hands to cup his cheeks and give them a good smush while he shows off that beautiful toothy-grin again, making your heart flutter.

you could feel your pulse in your hands, and maybe he could too. but it didn't matter as everything melted into the background except for him.

you saw mingi slowly close his eyes so you did the same. you felt a ghost of his lips brush against yours before the front door bursts open, to which you replied by leaning backwards, tumbling in the process.

"woah!" hongjoong grimaces, 'what were you two doing!?" he asks, almost afraid.

you held the back of your hand towards your lips, cheeks as red as mingi's as the both of you don't speak.

hongjoong sighed as he neared mingi and softly smacked his cheek, "dude wake up. we gotta work on the new track,"

he glanced downwards at you and offered a hand, which you took and pulled yourself up with his help. "do you wanna stay and have a listen?"

your eyes darted to mingi's as he tried his best to avoid any eye contact with you. you chuckled seeing the blazing red color at the tips of his ears, "nah, i'm good. i got somewhere to be."

you didn't.

you bid the two goodbye as you slipped out of the recording studio, heart still pounding at what could've been.

you look up from your phone, face scrunched at the creepy looking message from san.

you screeched and tossed your phone when a figure appered behind you and screamed. "fuck! my pho- san!"

you turn around angrily upon seeing the male towering over you, cheeky grin decorating his face. "god, jackass."

you pick up your phone as san pouts and dramatically turns away from you and you only deadpan at the man. not sparing any sympathy for someone who just made you toss your phone and possibly break it.

looking back, san still stood like a rock and it made you snort a bit. "can i help you?"

the man suddenly drags you by your arm, "let's go, i'm taking you out on a date"

you stumbled while yelling profanities at the man. but nothing could affect him as a bright smile painted his face, dimples on display as he was about to go on a 'date' with the love of his life.

"i didn't agree to this."

"i'll pay."

you go quiet for a moment, you sighed and rolled your eyes before speaking again. "not a single word about this to the others."

san grinned and jokingly saluted to you, "yes ma'am!"

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#brrrkdslek 💬: quadrilateral love #OKG THX FOR 300🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻#THIS TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG HELPPPP🦧#ENJOY GAYS<3333 #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #mingi x reader #seonghwa x reader #jongho x reader #san x reader #yeosang x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #wooyoung x reader #ateez smau #ateez fic

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justaaveragereader · 11 months

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Guess who is officially officially back, your girl finally graduated, walked the stage, changed her ult bias to Mingi, been constantly bias wrecked by Hwa, still has yet received my diploma in the mail, and has a head full of fic ideas👀…MWUAHHHH. Y’all about to see me and all my ficity fic ideas. I’m currently working on a Hwa smut and a crack Yeosang fic🤪😚. Let’s get back into the writing!

#ateez #ateez x reader #justaaveragereader thoughts #I’m back babbbbyyyyy #we about to fic it up!#it’s been toooo damn long

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thesafecafe · 1 year

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Y’all.....the “In Love With A Monster” Hongjoong fic is almost done, right, but there’s still a few scenes to write, but it’s really about to hit 5k words....

#aj talks #in love with a monster #Ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez vampire au #vampire ateez #vampire hongjoong #this fic is so long help #idek if you'll like it #but i'll get there #i'll survive

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