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dancinglikebutterflywings · 12 days

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Meeting the Parents | Jung Wooyoung

-> Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader -> Request: no. repost from my old account -> Synopsis: Wooyoung meets his girlfriends parents in an unexpected way. -> Warnings: slightly suggestive at the beginning but no smut. 16+ to be safe. -> Word Count: 559 -> Requests: Open.

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In only Wooyoung’s shirt from last night and a pair of underwear, Y/N stands at the kitchen sink, cleaning the dishes Woo used to make breakfast. She has ATEEZ’s latest album playing in the CD player hooked on the wall.

Engrossed in IT’s You, she doesn’t know her boyfriend has come up behind her until she feels his arms wrap around her waist and his face nuzzles into the crook of her neck.

“Do you want some help?” he softly asks before his lips gently brush against her smooth skin.

“Nope,” you reply, a quiet huff leaving her lips as he reaches the spot below her ear that has her weak.

Her mind goes blank as her body reacts Wooyoung’s light touches as the sneak under his shirt she’s wearing, and his teeth lightly scrap against the spot below her ear. Her head resting back against his shoulder, her body pushes up against his hands, her wet hands drop the dish she’s washing and grasp his hands over the shirt and moving them to where she wants them the most. Only Wooyoung has ever been able to make her body react the way it does when he touches her.

Unable to hold back anymore, Wooyoung moves his hands to her hips and turns her around, crashing his lips to hers in a heated and bruising kiss. As her arms go around his neck, his hands slide down to her thighs. He lifts her as if she weighs nothing and sits her on the counter before his hands make their way back under the shirt.

He breaks the kiss, to lift the shirt off Y/N but stops when a gasp comes from the entry way of Y/N’s small apartment. Eyes wide with shock, he quickly steps back from Y/N as she quickly jumps off the counter looking just as mortified and embarrassed as he does.

Standing in the entry way, is Y/N’s parents looking as equally mortified as the young couple.

“Appa, Eomma! What are you doing here?” Y/N questions them partly hidden behind her shirtless boyfriend, her face flushed red, unsure of what else to say or do.

“Surprise?” her mother tries to exclaim with an enthusiastic tone, but it came out more like a question, and looking as if she doesn’t know what else to say.

“This is uh... This is Wooyoung,” she awkwardly introduces her boyfriend.

It’s the first time he’s meeting her parents in their six-month relationship. They had made plans earlier, but they always fell through.

Wooyoung awkwardly bows to them still wanting to be as respectful as he can be. He was already nervous about meeting the two people who created the person he loves the most and plans to spend the rest of his life with. He never imagined he would be meeting them this way.

Her parents bow back as Y/N introduces them to Wooyoung. The air around them grows even thicker with awkwardness until her mother’s giggling cuts through the tension.

“I never thought I would be meeting my future son-in-law this way,” she chuckles, causing the younger couple to blush even more. “Go put some clothes on the both of you so we can give you a hug.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Wooyoung bows once more before quickly disappearing back into Y/N’s bedroom.

Y/N ignores her mother’s order and hugs her anyway.

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marvelous-llama · 10 months

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OT8

Stuck Together by @beginningofwonderland

Outlaw by @hongism

The Library of Illusion by @kpop-stories-21

Tarot fic event by @shinestarhwaa

color-request-fest by @gummygowon

Operation Outlaw by @kwanisms

bewitched by @cherrysoojins

ateez as mafia members who fall for you, part 2 (Mingi, Wooyoung), Christmas special by @eightmakesonebraincell

The Library Of Illusion by @kwanisms

The Meet-Cute Series by @stayteezdreams

Mr. Right Next Door by @milfgyuu

Ode to ATEEZ by @cybrsan

Blinding Lights by @jeonride (maknae line)

Inception by @remedyx

Your fan, _____ by @hwaightme

Ateez As Romantic Tropes by @ja3hwa

♡ how to be a heartbreaker♡ by @k-hotchoisan (Seonghwa, Hongjoong, San, Wooyoung)

And It´s Snowing... by @hongism

Stranded for the Holidays collab by @kwanisms

stay perverted by @k-hotchoisan

The Way to His Heart by @edenesth

WØRLD EPISØDE FIN: WILL by @arafilez

cafe love by @xuchiya

Park Seonghwa

Kim Hongjoong

Jeong Yunho

Kang Yeosang

Choi San

Song Mingi

Jung Wooyoung

Choi Jongho

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hwaightme · 1 year

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☆*:.masterlist.:*☆

Welcome to my masterlist! I try to update it asap, but lmk if I miss something! If you prefer ao3, click here. masterlist below the cut.

NETWORKS: @k-labels @ateezlovenet @kflixnet @cromernet

DISCLAIMER:

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[f] fluff || [s] smut || [a] angst || [sugg] suggestive || [tw] trigger warnings ||

[misc] miscellaneous || [hc] headcanons

ot8 series and headcanons

your fan, _____ [f] [sugg] - series with separate ml bf!ateez when you are working from home [f] [s] ateez as signs of love (relationship hcs) [f]

kim hongjoong

the chemistry of christmas [f] [sugg] (ao3) motivate me [s] (ao3) rewind and remix [a] a little bit of [f] avaritia [s] feverish [f] [misc] in the rain [f] hand hug [f]

park seonghwa

after hours on christmas eve [f] (ao3) feels like home (part 1) (part 2) [f] [sugg] [a] (ao3) family for hire (series - separate ml) [f] [sugg] [misc] long exposure [s] [a] [misc] ft. wooyoung in memoriam [a] [s] bang bang [s] [misc] -> mafia!au love was spring [f] [slight a] making wishes [s] [f] ft. wooyoung this world [f] [s] [misc] -> biker!au take me back [s] [f] [slight a] -> biker!au cat named mars [f] [hc] -> catboy!hwa bonnie on the side [s] [a] essence [f] timezone [f] [slight a] page me [f] [festive fic!] impressionism [f] [misc] with you [f] [misc] [a] both [s] [f] feel alive [f] [a] [misc] panacea [f] [misc] dawn [s] [misc]

jeong yunho

come fly with me [f] [slight a] [misc] all of me [f] the meaning of 'jeong' [f] [a] [misc] like the cherry blossom falls [f] guy.exe [f]

kang yeosang:

curiosity [tw] [misc] sangshine [f] [misc]

song mingi:

use me [s] [a] (ao3) use me part 2 [s] [a] [f] one new message [a] burning [f] [misc]

choi san:

wilting to bloom [a] safe and san [s] [f] golden hour [s] [f]

jung wooyoung:

grilled cheese philosophy [a] [tw] [misc] long exposure [s] [a] [misc] ft. seonghwa making wishes [s] [f] ft. seonghwa

choi jongho:

cliche [f]

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ad0rechuu · 3 months

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. . . 📁⌗౨ৎ ATEEZ WORKS .ᐟ

━━ SERIES ⋆˚˖

MILKY WAY ⋆ psh + csn + smg.

It's not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for three fans it's become a reality : finished

sm au, humor/crack, fluff, angst, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, secret identity

━━ OT8 / MULTI WORKS ⋆˚˖

POST-BOUNCY LORE! MINI HC ⋆ ot8

Is it normal to feel this way after such a long time?

angst/hurt/no comfort concept, really really short

━━ DRABBLES ⋆˚˖

one. SONG MINGI ⋆ slice of life / established relationship au

two. CHOI JONGHO ⋆ implied unrequited / one sided love au

three. JEONG YUNHO ⋆ established relationship au

four. JEONG YUNHO ⋆ college / seat mates au

five. PARK SEONGHWA ⋆ domestic comfort au

six. KANG YEOSANG ⋆ domestic hurt / comfort au

━━ INDIVIDUAL FICS ⋆˚˖

＃( 김홍중 ) . . . . KIM HONGJOONG

coming soon ⋆

＃( 박성화 ) . . . . PARK SEONGHWA

HONEST (BUT HAPPY) ACCIDENT ⋆

seonghwa makes an honest accident, a honest but happy accident : requested

one shot, fluff, -1k

＃( 정윤호 ) . . . . JEONG YUNHO

FROM STORM TO SUNRISE ⋆ w/ smg.

you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found

poly! yungi, one shot, fluff, +1k, secret santa event (2023). — prequel coming soon

＃( 강��상 ) . . . . KANG YEOSANG

coming soon ⋆

＃( 최산 ) . . . . CHOI SAN

coming soon ⋆

＃( 송민기 ) . . . . SONG MINGI

FROM STORM TO SUNRISE ⋆ w/ jyh.

you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found

poly! yungi, one shot, fluff, +1k, secret santa event (2023). — prequel coming soon

＃( 정우영 ) . . . . JUNG WOOYOUNG

JUNG WOOYOUNG’S SUPERPOWER ⋆

after going to a concert with him, you realize wooyoung has amazing superpowers : requested

one shot, fluff, -1k

＃( 최종호 ) . . . . CHOI JONGHO

coming soon ⋆

#ad0rechuu. — blog keeping #masterlist #ateez #ateez masterlist #kpop masterlist

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retrochannie · 18 hours

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If I break my wings, will I certainly crash?

wooyoung angst, hurt/comfort fic

pairing: no specific pairing genre: angst, hurt/comfort, found family, sickfic wc: 2,185 summary: Jung Wooyoung can't seem to take a break - until his body forces him to

Jung Wooyoung was a lot of things.

A talented performer to fans, a beloved idol to many and an absolute menace to Hongjoong.

He wasn’t, however, all that smart.

Okay maybe that’s too blunt - Wooyoung wasn’t very considerate about his health. He did a decent job most of the time, attending all his doctor appointments and eating a healthy serving of veggies everyday. He just had the tendency to… not know his limit. Or rather, make a repetitive effort to completely neglect his limit in an attempt to go above and beyond.

It only seems noble when you ignore the consequences.

Exhibit A; the idol in question found himself again in their dance practice room at an ungodly hour of the early morning. With a comeback approaching, Wooyoung felt the familiar pressure of needing his dancing to be absolutely perfect - not only for his self-satisfaction, but to ensure he could be a good help for his members if they had their own tribulations.

That’s how he found himself leaving the dorm in secret while his fellow members rested peacefully, completely none the wiser to his actions. A good thing for Wooyoung, he knew the chastising he’d receive from them if they found out and with that aforementioned comeback on the horizon, he really didn’t want to be the cause of any extra stress.

Besides, it’d be fine! A couple all-nighters on the build up to their comeback and then he’d sleep like the dead. Easy peasy.

He stumbled somewhere in the middle of the dance and cursed. That was the fourth time now and it was starting to piss him off. Walking over to the computer in the room, he started the song from the beginning once again before hurrying over to get into his starting position.

Stumble.

He landed on all fours this time, having been unable to catch his balance.

Embarrassing.

Wooyoung was starting to think someone was playing a prank on him, perhaps one of his members had found out about his late night practising and decided to tell him off for it without actually saying anything.

Definitely Yeosang. That’s absolutely a Yeosang move.

Wooyoung looked around him for any sign of foul play from his position on the floor, only to come up short. He checked his shoes - also nothing.

It didn’t make sense, why was he stumbling all about the place if someone wasn’t messing with him? Had he started regressing in his dancing skills? The thought worried him, hastily moving to get up and restart the music again, needing to get it right.

Maybe he was more tired than he thought, because as soon as he stood a sudden headrush brought him crash landing back down.

Oh yeah, he could really feel it now. Rolling onto his back, he felt exhaustion seeping from the pores of his body and Wooyoung partially regretted trying to pull not one but two all-nighters back to back.

He looked over at the clock on the wall to the right of him that read 04:43am and sighed. There wasn’t much he could do about it now, even if he walked back to the dorm at that very second and slept the moment he got there, he would maybe get a maximum of one hour sleep time before he’d have to be up again.

If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions…

Cursing at himself again, he forced himself to stand, much slower this time to prevent him from passing out then and there before getting back to work.

He’d let himself sleep well tonight, he’ll be fine.

The other members started filing in a few later, some yawning while others had more energy. Namely Yunho and Mingi who followed behind Hongjoong doing a little dance. Hongjoong, on the other hand, looked at Wooyoung with a frown.

“Yah why are you here so early again? You’ll get sick, you know.” Hongjoong made his way over to him after discarding his bag and coat in the same corner of the room Wooyoung’s own stuff had been sitting since around midnight. Any longer and his stuff will have cobwebs on them when goes to pick them, he joked inwardly.

“Awh hyung~ you care so much about me” Wooyoung teasingly pinched the leader’s cheek, only to have it swatted away as Hongjoong grimaced.

“When did you get here though Woo? I didn’t hear you leave.” Seonghwa looked concerned, but Wooyoung threw him a reassuring grin “I haven’t been here that long! Must’ve left just before you woke up.”

He wasn’t that great of a liar, but Seonghwa seemed to accept his answer (though with the look of concern still present on his features) as he went back to stretching. An activity the rest of his group were busying themselves with too. It made him feel a little out of place, so he decided to go over a couple steps he had gotten stuck on earlier to distract himself until the rest were ready.

Ten minutes later and the group stood in their respective starting positions for Crazy Form, Hongjoong stood by the computer quickly pressing play before running to his own position.

It went okay. Kinda. Wooyoung absolutely skipped a beat at one point and threw himself off a little, but he played it off well and carried on smoothly. When the music ended and it was pointed out he wrote it off as joking around, which got a laugh out of most of them and an exasperated chuckle out of others.

He prayed they didn’t see the way his jaw clenched in frustration. The way he wobbled on his feet.

It wasn’t good enough.

They voted to go through it again before moving onto another track and Wooyoung found himself nodding along in agreement. Except, he was really starting to feel at his limit. His eyes felt dry, heavy and so utterly tired. His head was fuzzy and every step he took to get into position was done in some sort of auto-pilot mode - not quite processing what he was doing as he was doing it.

He was dead on his feet.

The music started again and this time Wooyoung didn’t know who hit the play button.

Now credit where credits due, Wooyoung didn’t drop immediately. He’d argue he made it a solid minute and a bit before his vision fizzled out - not even registering hitting the floor. One minute he was trying to watch his reflection, desperate for his moves to come across as anything but sloppy and the next…

Well the next second he was laying there, staring up at Jongho and Seonghwa’s panicking faces.

Ah, he was gonna be in so much trouble.

“He’s awake! Hyung, are you alive?”

“Yah, he’s obviously alive, Jongho!” That was.. San? Maybe?

Twisting his head back indeed revealed San’s face too, making him realise he was actually laying with his head in the man’s lap. A sweet action really, but Wooyoung couldn’t but notice that San’s legs were probably just as solid as the wood floor beneath them.

“Wooyoungie? Can you hear me?”

Ah how long had he been spacing out for?

Seonghwa brushed the bangs back that had been stuck to his head with sweat. The older man’s cool hands feeling like a luxury in that moment.

Feeling a little more himself, Wooyoung made a wobbly attempt of sitting up, only to get pushed back down by Jongho. He let out a groan in protest, “come on I’m fine I just fell over.”

“Fell over? Wooyoung we all just witnessed you stop and full on pass out in front of us!” Hongjoong was here now. Where had he gone?

“To call our manager and let him know you’re sick. He’s gonna come and drive you home” Hongjoong squatted down by Seonghwa, worry imprinted on his features, “and yes, you asked that out loud.”

“Wait I’m not sick-”

“We’re back!” Yunho announced as he and Mingi skidded into the room, both carrying a handful of… protein bars?

“We didn’t know which one to get so we just got a couple of all of them,” Mingi unceremoniously dropped his haul on the floor next to them with Yunho following suit. “He should have some water first though,” Yeosang all but materialised from next to Jongho, practically shoving a water bottle in his face before Seonghwa took it from him and opened the lid, offering the water more gently to Wooyoung.

“Stop stop!” Wooyoung forced himself up this time, ignoring the reluctance of those around him, “I said I’m not sick! And I definitely don’t need to go home, I’ll call the manager right now and tell him myself!”

He got to his feet through sheer dumb determination alone, but didn’t make it even half a step before he felt himself stumbling again, destined to land flat on his ass had it not been for San who had sprung up with him.

Wooyoung rubbed at his tired eyes in annoyance, hating that had it not been for him putting most his weight on San, he’d fall over again.

All he did was pull a couple all-nighters! Why was his body acting like it’d been through war and back?!

“Wooyoung-ah if you don’t sit down-”

“I need to get it right, Hongjoong-hyung. Just a couple more tries,” he tried to argue, but didn’t stop San and Seonghwa from lowering back to the floor.

“Wooyoung… how long have you actually been here for?” The annoyingly observant Yeosang asked slowly, brows furrowed.

Wooyoung hung his head, both in shame and exhaustion.

“Got here a little after midnight maybe.”

The silence said everything.

“We finished at eight last night Woo… with the time it would’ve taken to get home, shower and eat.. Did you sleep at all?” Wooyoung really hated how unnaturally shaken Yunho’s voice sounded.

“A couple nights without sleep is nothing guys, we used to be tired all the time as trainees!”

Yeah, bad answer apparently.

“A couple nights? Wooyoung you haven’t slept in two days?!” Oh Hongjoong really wasn’t happy with him. Peaking at the older man through his too-long bangs revealed the leader’s eyes being the size of saucers as he looked over Wooyoung.

“It’s not that big a deal-”

“Not that big a deal? We’ve been practising this dance for days now which means you’ve been dancing non-stop without any rest! Do you know how dangerous that could be?”

“Joong,” Seonghwa planted a hand on the leader’s shoulder, “he knows now, okay? Take a breath.”

Listening to the eldest, Hongjoon took a second to collect himself as the remaining members purposely avoided eye contact to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

“What did you need to get right?” Yeosang asked tentatively, causing the troublemaker to finally raise his head. “The dance, I keep stumbling through it… My moves aren’t sharp enough, I- I don’t know why I can’t just do it.”

“Because you’re tired, Youngie,” Hongjoong’s voice was considerably calmer now, warmer, it made Wooyoung feel a little better. “Of course you won’t get it right if you’re half asleep the whole time.”

“To be fair, you were still doing it pretty good!” Mingi pitched in, “imagine how pristine it’d be if you did it with a full night's sleep.”

Playing with the hem of his t-shirt, Wooyoung felt himself accepting that his members were, likely right - though he still couldn’t help but feel disappointed in himself. Not just for messing up practice, but now for causing everyone to worry over him and for lying to them.

Sneaking out behind their backs? What sort of teenage loser did he think he was?

He was brought out of his thoughts by a hand in his hair, looking up to see Seonghwa smile at him warmly. “Don’t think about work right now okay? Focus on that nice rest you’re gonna get when you get back to the dorms.”

“I’m sorry.”

Hongjoong sighed before chuckling a little, “you worried us, Woo, I’ve never heard Mingi squeal so loud-” “hey!” “-but like Hwa said, just focus on getting better okay? No one’s angry at you.”

“I mean you did sound kind of mad earlier, hyung,” Yeosang reminded jokingly.

“Yah, Yeosang do you want a lecture too?”

The conversation was cut short by their manager entering the room, huffing and puffing, clearly having rushed his way there. Somewhere in his gasps for breath he asked if Wooyoung needed to go to the hospital which was immediately shut down by the man.

Hospital for a case of the eepys? No way.

The members helped him gather his things which, luckily, did not have any cobwebs on them and San and Jongho helped Wooyoung to his feet once again. It all felt like overkill, a little embarrassing even, but there was no denying the warm feeling blossoming in his chest.

San walked him to the car in the building’s parking lot as the manager handled the bags, giving Wooyoung one last ruffle of his hair before leaving the pair to go back to practice.

Wooyoung was asleep before the car was even in motion.

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silverdune · 4 months

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dental floss | two. rubric

"rule one: when jongho breaks out the wine, something is wrong."

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characters: choi san, kang yeosang, song mingi, choi jongho (ft. kim hongjoong, mentioned: park seonghwa/jeong yunho/jung wooyoung)

tags: vampires, time jump (still a flashback), explicit language, use of alcohol as a coping mechanism, hostility, pipe smoking, angst

word count: 2.1k

summary: twenty years on, the turn of a new century. much has changed and much has occurred. a brief window into an important part of the past that brought four other individuals into the picture.

a/n: just popping in to say that this fic has quite the non-linear narrative. it will jump around a bit, but hopefully, as more chapters come out, the story will start to piece itself. basically anything in the past tense is a flashback, as this story will eventually go to the modern era, 2024.

×- August, 1902 -×

“I swear to heaven, hell and purgatory, San, when Jongho comes back I am going to rip you cleanly before him!”

San only rolled his eyes; he was used to Yeosang’s empty threats, for he knew Yeosang was entirely too kind to do anything of the sort. It was the kind of retort he was well acquainted with throwing back at him, too, as evidenced by the scowl that followed on Yeosang’s face.

They had been walking through the hallways of their sprawling estate for the last five minutes arguing with each other. The pair could get away with it without Jongho in the building, and when Mingi was around he merely let them get on with it. Mingi was no enabler, but he was fully of the belief you were responsible for your own choices.

The choice to squabble incessantly was no exception.

“Listen, Yeosang, I have told you before, like I have said a million times-” San stopped by one of the many floor-to-ceiling windows and turned around to face the older man. It brought Yeosang to a halt just in front of him, still wearing that aggrieved expression. “The last time I got in contact with Hongjoong was six months ago. We don’t know where he’s holed up right now, and it’s not like the rest of his crew has bothered to send us a letter!”

Yeosang folded his arms and huffed deliberately. “Why have you not chased him up?”

“Why have you not chased him up?” countered San. Yeosang bit his tongue and looked askance. He was not a fan of San’s reality checks. “Exactly. Do you think Jongho wouldn't have told us by now if he had actually managed to locate Hongjoong and co.?”

Yeosang glanced back at him. “We never know with him, he is forever wall to wall, he likes to keep things up his nose or whatever the saying is.”

San stared at him. “It’s ‘keep his nose clean’.”

“Yes, yes, whatever, what have you, just-” Yeosang stepped forward and made a point of poking San’s chest with a single finger. “Make sure that when Jongho comes back you inform him that Hongjoong has not been told the council’s up in flames!”

“You think Hongjoong wouldn’t already know that? Why do you think we don’t know where he's been for the last six months? For all we know the four of them have split up and Hongjoong’s gone off the map.”

Yeosang drew back and rubbed his forehead. “Well, that would be a ridiculous idea, would it not?”

The sarcasm was not lost on San, who merely glared up at him before sighing and walking away. Yeosang followed close behind. He would extract his own teeth before letting San get away from him without a resolution to this.

“Actually- I will tell you why I have not chased him up since the radio silence became apparent: I have been extraordinarily busy with keeping heads above water at the board! Something you said you would have a handle on!”

San paused and turned to him. “Look, Jongho kept me up to my neck in work, I did not have the time to try and keep those heads above water.” He took a breath, and switched his tone to one of sincerity. “In all seriousness, I appreciate that you ended up taking that job when I could no longer do it.”

Yeosang wanted to bite back, but could not ignore that shift. He swallowed his pride and said, “Okay, you are more than welcome. But that is exactly what kept me from being able to send Hongjoong another letter.”

“And I would have done so again, but I also had no time, and a part of me felt like it was going to an empty void!” Yeosang eyed the floor; he shared that sentiment, and couldn't exactly be frustrated with San. “There is no way of telling if Hongjoong even got the last letter I sent him, which need I remind you was now three weeks ago?” Yeosang shook his head. “We have attempted, we have tried, I have tried, but Hongjoong has seemingly vanished into thin air!”

The smell of smoke wafted into the room, followed by three distinct footsteps.

“..I really cannot wait for the day Hongjoong's location stops being a topic of discussion between you two.”

San and Yeosang turned towards the voice.

San drew his lips into a thin line, “Mingi, you do not mean that.”

Mingi stood in the open doorway to the dining room wearing a robe over his loungewear with an old wooden pipe in his hand. He took a hit and said, “And what if I do?”

Yeosang knitted his brows, “Does it not concern you that we have no idea where the group is?”

“Frankly, it would concern me more if we found out anything,” replied Mingi.

There was a moment of silence. Both San and Yeosang were utterly perplexed.

“Are you- really going for the ‘no news is good news’ angle?” asked San.

Mingi exhaled and began sauntering towards them. “Let me put it this way: Hongjoong is not the type to keep things under wraps from us for long, and you should know that.”

Yeosang went to speak, “But Jongho-”

“And do not give Jongho less credit than that,” Mingi interjected, pointing the long end of his pipe at the pair, “if he knew any more than us, he would tell us.” He smoked the pipe then breathed out.

Yeosang crossed his arms over his chest and pushed his shoulders back before looking over at San.

San glanced back, then ran a hand through his hair and dragged it down his neck before dropping it to his side, mainly to release some tension.

Mingi’s mention of Jongho seemed to be the only cue needed.

At the sound of the front door opening, the trio left the foyer. San and Yeosang left rather impatiently, whereas Mingi lagged behind, savouring the tobacco in his pipe with every step.

Jongho closed the door behind him and removed his coat. The wind and rain had been battering the windows for the last hour, and the quartet all separately wondered if it was going to storm that night.

Once Jongho came face to face with San and Yeosang, he took one look at their expressions and immediately rebuffed any attempt at conversation. “Whatever has gone on between you while I have been away, I do not want to know about it.”

Mingi appeared behind them and spoke up, “It's the usual, Jongho. They seemingly can't get enough of it..” He muttered the last few words, returning to his pipe.

San and Yeosang managed to catch it and glowered at him, though Mingi paid no attention. The pair exchanged a hardened gaze - there was one thing they could mutually agree on.

With their focus back on Jongho, they watched as the de facto youngest took off for the drawing room, clearly shaken and unwilling to partake in any discussion tonight.

“..Jongho?” called San.

“Did something happen at the council?” asked Yeosang.

Jongho shouted back, “I am not at wits to discuss anything that has happened this evening! Not as of yet, anyway.”

That made them nervous, including Mingi.

The trio ended up going to the drawing room, where they saw Jongho flying all over the place, from one area to another in milliseconds flat. They even witnessed him stop to pour himself a glass of wine.

Rule one: when Jongho breaks out the wine, something is wrong.

“Oh, fuck..” muttered San.

Mingi pushed past them both and made a feeble attempt to get through to Jongho. “Right, we see the wine has come out, what exactly occurred?”

Jongho downed the wine in one go and slammed the glass on the side table next to the decanter. It made all three of them jump.

In all the years - and there had been many - that they had known Jongho, they had never seen him like this.

Jongho closed his eyes and let the moment wash over him. He had been clawing at the walls since this meeting, and above all else.. it made him want to wrap his hands around a certain individual’s throat and snap him.

“Council has word of Hongjoong's whereabouts.”

Mingi's pupils grew to an unfathomable size. San’s jaw collapsed to the ground. Yeosang was simply bewildered beyond belief.

“You are fucking joking-” San spat.

“Oh, I wish I was!” Jongho glared at them, though it was obviously misdirected. “And let me tell you, when I get my hands on that bastard-”

“Whoa, wait, where is he? Did they tell you?” San jumped in, hurrying the conversation along so they could get to the bottom of it.

The stretch of time between the question and the answer was agonising.

“..He’s here. In this very town.” He jabbed the glass of the side table on each syllable; the grit in his teeth was obvious.

The other three were silently beside themselves with this knowledge.

“And.. Yunho? Wooyoung? Seonghwa?” prompted Yeosang.

The mention of their names brought a sudden sombre touch to Jongho’s features. It was a pertinent change.

San moved to the front. “What's happened to them, Jongho?” he urged.

Jongho glanced back and forth between the three of them. The burden of knowledge laid deeply in his sternum. He knew he would have had to tell them at some stage, and soon figured now was better than any other time.

“Wooyoung is missing. Yunho and Hongjoong have not seen or spoken to each other in the last six months. And Seonghwa.. They have word that he might join the council, with almost immediate effect..”

Yeosang grew sour; he closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Mingi parted with the group and returned to his room to ruminate.

San almost disintegrated. “..Not true,” he whispered, tearfully.

“True,” stated Jongho. His resolve vanished for the first time since he came back. “I am deeply sorry to say.”

San could not bear to look at him, nor Yeosang. Mingi had already left the room, and San did not want to follow him.

He fell onto the nearby sofa and choked a sob.

Nothing about this was right.

Hongjoong wrapped a frayed bit of silk thread around his forefinger.

He remembered the first time he ever helped Wooyoung through the pain of his teeth growing through. That was when they both discovered Wooyoung had an impacted canine, meaning only one of his new teeth could push through. For years, Hongjoong had tried working out why it had happened and what could be done to potentially fix it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see the look on Wooyoung's face and the tears on his cheeks.

That was before the advent of the thread, before Hongjoong had ever worked out how to use it as a brace for new vampires growing in their teeth. Wooyoung had clung to him so brutally that night.

Hongjoong opened his eyes. They were so dry from crying so much.

“Fuck, where are you..” he spat to himself in a whisper.

Ever since Wooyoung disappeared, Hongjoong had sworn to go it alone until he could find him again. Yunho would not bear to watch him walk out, which ended in a major altercation that Seonghwa could not calm down nor get in the middle of. The two of them had a history the relatively new vampire could not interfere with, and when Yunho finally decided to leave, the tormented look on Hongjoong's face was burned into Seonghwa's memory forever.

Hongjoong chuckled to himself, but there was no humour behind it.

At least his silly little use case for the patented silk thread was becoming widespread among vampires.

He clutched the thread tightly in his palm until his fingers almost bled.

There were no means to throw any of it away, and so he held on to all of it, tacit reflections of a past he wished he could return to.

At the very least, to have his family of eight again.

The turn of the new century felt different and strange. He stood up to admire the town from the hill on which he had decided to rest for some time.

A sigh left him. “Well, if the council does know where I am, they’ll know that I know they're in shit.”

Hongjoong ran the silk thread between his fingers. He needed to keep looking.

Wooyoung was out there somewhere. Maybe someday Yunho will forgive him.

Maybe someday they will all be under the same roof again.

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Birthday Wish | Jung Wooyoung

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-> Synopsis: Wooyoung surprises reader on her birthday.

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“Happy Birthday, Jagiya!” Wooyoung screamed at the top of his lungs as he enters Y/N’s bedroom, interrupting the video call she is on with her friend who is currently overseas, working abroad for a year.

Having not heard him come into her room until he screamed, she jumped and spun around quickly to face him and scold him. “What the fuck, Woo?”

Instead of apologizing, he smiles wide, seeming proud of himself as he holds up the cake decorated with her favorite animal, which just so happens to be foxes, towards her and repeats what he had screamed a moment ago but this time more quietly. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” She sighs knowing she can’t be mad at the man who had stolen her heart the moment they met during their trainee days.

He places the cake on her top of her dresser, before wrapping his arms around her and placing a sloppy kiss to her cheek. She scrunches up her face feeling the wetness against her cheek. Even though she should be used to his affection, after all the years of knowing him, her cheeks still burn red, heart racing.

“Who is that?” they hear, reminding Y/N she’s still on a video call with her friend.

“Shit,” she mumbles under her breath before picking up her phone, still wrapped in Wooyoung’s arms. “Sorry, it was just Wooyoung, coming to surprise me.”

“That’s Wooyoung?” she questions, causing Y/N’s cheeks to grow hotter as her blush deepens. Her friend on the phone is the one she always goes to when she wants to talk about him and her massive crush on him. She’s one of the two people who know about it. While Yeosang didn’t tease her about it, her only female best friend sure did.

“Hello,” Wooyoung leans on her shoulder, greeting her friend before she could properly introduce them.

“Hi,” her friend greets back. “It’s nice to finally meet you but I must go. Just remembered I have a few things to do. Make sure our Y/Nnie has a lot of fun today!”

“I definitely will!” he assures her.

“Good,” she smiles. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/Nnie,” she adds before ending the call.

Once the call is over, Wooyoung snatches her phone out of her hand and slides it into his pocket before picking up the cake and walking out of her bedroom without saying anything.

“What are you doing?” she asks, following him and sounding a little annoyed. “Give me my phone back.”

“Ya!” He growls and slaps her hand away when she tries to take it from his pocket. “You can have it back later.”

“But what if eomma calls me,” she pouts, glaring at him.

“I’ll talk to her,” he replies as they reach the kitchen. He puts the cake on the kitchen counter and turns to face her. “We both know that she loves me more.”

“Only because she doesn’t have an actual son,” she scoffs. She’s the eldest of three daughters. It’s her mother who always goes on about having no sons, unlike her sister who has four sons and no daughters. “And I’m pretty sure she loves Yeosang and Yunho more than you.”

He looks at her like she just offended him by suggesting he isn’t her mother’s favorite. He’d been the second to meet her mother, after Yeosang who’s known Y/N since they were babies, their families being neighbors since before they were born.

“If she wants an actual son, I’ll just marry you and make it official,” he says as he rummages through one of her kitchen drawers to find the matches she keeps for her candles.

Y/N freezes, her cheeks burning red even more than before, her heart thumping against her chest and her mind racing with thoughts that she’s unable to speak aloud due to not being able to speak at all in this moment.

When she doesn’t say anything, he looks at her, his face the most serious she’s ever seen it. “What do you say? Should we get married?”

“I uh... I,” her brain was malfunctioning as she tried to pull together a sentence that would make sense.

“I should probably take you on a date first,” he says more to himself as he lights the candle on the cake. He picks it back up and brings it over to her. She’s still standing there looking at him, stunned. “Make a wish,” he adds holding the cake up higher.

“Are you being serious?” she asks, finally able to speak even though her heart and mind are still racing. “You can’t say stuff like that if you-”

She’s cut off by Wooyoung crashing his lips to hers, stunning her even more. “I’m being serious. I’ve been in love with you since we met too,” he tells her, his beautiful deep brown eyes boring into hers, letting her know just how serious he’s being. “We won’t get married right away but I want you to know that if we start a relationship, I’m in it for life. That includes marriage, kids, and everything else that comes with it. Now make a wish.”

“I don’t need to anymore,” she tells him tell him before blowing out the candle. She takes the cake from him, putting it back on the kitchen counter, before pulling him in for another kiss. “I now have everything I could wish for.”

Before Wooyoung could respond, her phone lets her know she’s got a notification. He takes it out of his pocket and hands it to her. She unlocks her phone and finds a text from Yeosang.

‘Happy Birthday, Y/Nnie! Enjoy your day with Woo. Thank me later tonight.’

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—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

“Ugh. You obviously like her.”

The begrudging sigh comes from Yeosang, narrowly giving Wooyoung a heart attack when he realizes that you’re still within earshot. This wouldn’t have been so much of an issue had Yeosang not been so clearly talking about you to Wooyoung, though he barely has any time to recollect himself. Instead, sprawled out on the poolside of the villa the group had rented out for their week-long vacation in Jeju Island, Wooyoung firstly decides that he has no idea what Yeosang’s talking about.

“We’re just friends,” Wooyoung retorts.

“A friend you invite with you on a romantic getaway?” Yeosang asks with a wolfish grin.

Wooyoung shakes his head. He can still see you through the windows of the villa, now in the kitchen talking to Hongjoong. You’re all bright-eyed and glowing from the sun, in a swimsuit you had been putting to use just a few minutes ago when you took a dip in the pool. “Some romantic getaway, considering there’s seven idiots in the same house as us. Also thought this trip was meant to have no distractions.”

Which isn’t really a lie, because while their trip to Jeju was mostly for their YouTube channels, it was also meant to serve as a well-deserved break for the boys, and their leisure work of choice wasn’t exactly taxing and the majority of their trip so far has been spent simply enjoying themselves. Hongjoong had been so adamant too that there would be nothing to hinder them during their well deserved break. And of course you jumped at the offer to tag along when Wooyoung asked you, because you were his best friend but, moreover, his best supporter when it came to his passion and his videos.

“Yeah,” San hums nonchalantly from within the pool. He had been one of the few to jump in with you earlier, “but I don’t think friends flirt with each other on a daily basis.”

“Not to mention your video was all about her,” Jongho adds from beside Wooyoung. “I thought we were supposed to be promoting tourism in Jeju, not Y/N.”

That was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, you had featured in a lot of the video Wooyoung had only just posted for his “Our Side of the Story” series he was doing (mostly daily vlogs, or aesthetic short films that you’ve always loved ━ much like the others, who have found a way to incorporate their love for music, dance, cooking, and everything in between in their vlogs), but you always made an appearance when you were so close with him. His viewers were used to it by this point, safe for the occasional questioning comments as to whether or not you two were dating. This video in particular saw you having the most fun in a while, frolicking the streets of the city, sprinting across the beach into the shallows of the ocean to try and splash Wooyoung with water; shaved ice shared between you and him and the way you snuck a bite of his when he was preoccupied, bike rides along the waterfront, and clambering along hiking trails so you could pose in a field of flowers that you had so desperately wanted to see.

Now, Wooyoung gives a roll of his eyes. “Funny. I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure,” Yeosang sighs again. “When are you gonna tell her the truth?”

“The video already kind of did,” Jongho points out tauntingly. “If I was Y/N, I would have already realized.”

“Yeah━” San is beaming now as he clambers out of the pool, “but if you don’t want her, Woo, can I make a pass at her? Y’know, just to help take her off your hands━ Ow! What the hell?”

San jumps suddenly when Wooyoung chucks one of the pillows off of the lawn chair at his head.

“Keep your hands off her━” Wooyoung chastises. It’s meant mostly as a joke, but he worries when he recognizes a small part of him seems to care a little too much.

The others seem to find it funny at least, erupting into howling laughter that’s quick to fade when you wander back out to the pool and throw yourself next to Wooyoung.

“They’re definitely starting to catch on.”

Wooyoung lets out a weary sigh, though you’re starting to find it difficult to focus as he continues to kiss down your throat.

So, maybe if any of the boys walked in and saw the both of you in such a compromising position, they would be indescribably confused while also preparing to point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung for technically lying to them. But it isn’t really a lie, and certainly not one neither he nor you were keen on keeping for very long. It’s just that it seemed a whole lot easier to keep your newfound two month relationship with Wooyoung a secret for a small while.

It was mostly to give the both of you enough time to enjoy yourselves thoroughly without the prying eyes of your friends (who, while always supportive, are already passionately invested in your lifelong friendship with Wooyoung, pointing out his feelings for you even far before he could decipher them), their vlogging lifestyle, and their fans, while also waiting for the proper time to expose the truth. After the Jeju trip, you had both promised each other. But that plan was beginning to look more and more faulty as time passes.

What was supposed to be an innocent trip to Jeju with your friends turned into a tricky game in which Wooyoung had entirely different plans that consisted of you only. Specifically, how many times he can find you alone away from the boys to have his way with you. By now, night has since fallen and, after a short duration of time unwinding around a small bonfire in the backyard, the boys had all since retreated to their own rooms. You’re positive most are already long asleep and the ones that aren’t are beginning to nod off, exhausted after a long day and drowsy with liquor from the night of drinking. You’re fortunate Wooyoung at least first chose to find you alone in your room of the villa, but you still panic. Because Wooyoung should be sleeping in his shared room with Hongjoong down the hall from yours, yet here he was.

“My video today probably didn’t help,” Wooyoung adds.

You hum in response. “I don’t know if sneaking into my room will help with that either.”

At this, Wooyoung grins wide. “It’s fine. Hongjoong’s passed out cold. You should hear his snores. Plus━” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep without wondering how quickly you can cum.”

You nearly choke as you hear the words fall from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But it wasn’t his fault ━ he has needs too.

The first night of your trip called for a joyous celebration at a nearby restaurant that resulted in everyone being blissfully drunk by the time you returned to the villa. You had gotten so dressed up for the occasion that Wooyoung hated to see it go to waste, adorned in a pretty floral sundress ━ one that has always been his favourite (and, no, he promises that’s not solely because of how nice your boobs look in it, though that’s definitely a plus). If the boys could hear his thoughts now, they’d certainly pick him apart.

The house, however big and spacious it may be, is certainly not empty. Even just next door to your room is the shared room both Mingi and San are in. This is a fact you choose to remind your dear boyfriend of now. “The boys are sleeping.”

“Screw the guys,” Wooyoung groans into your neck. His strong arms slide around your middle from behind, pulling you into an all too familiar and warm embrace. He’s caught you just before you can shed your dress and slip into something more comfortable, all radiant and shimmering from a day out in the sun. You melt almost immediately against his chest as he nibbles on the skin just below your ear, on the corner of your jaw. He whispers ardently, “You look really pretty today. You always do, but especially today.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. You instinctively reach out behind you to rest your hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. “I wore this dress just for you. I know it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah, because your tits look amazing in it,” he snickers. As if to emphasize this, he reaches down slyly to cup one of your breasts over the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze.

“Well, now you’re just trying to distract me into bed with you.”

“Is it working?” he asks hopefully, a smug grin on his face.

You snicker, fidgeting in his hold to face him and patting at his shoulder. “Maybe if we weren’t surrounded by a group of seven drunk men who could potentially hear and walk in on me sucking you off at any moment.”

But Wooyoung has already waited all day for the boys to leave you two alone. Waiting any longer may as well have felt like an eternity in a certain type of special hell that he wasn’t exactly keen on.

“And?” A sudden smirk stretches across his face. He leans in close to you, lips brushing faintly against your ear. “You didn’t have a problem letting me fuck you against the practice room mirror the other day.”

You swat lightly at his chest, scoffing suddenly. “Wooyoung!”

But he has a point. In all fairness, it had been his idea to take you against the practice room mirror when the boys had gone home and you were dropping off food to your poor boyfriend still working late at night. You certainly hadn’t complained then when he had you coming around his cock with the practice room door left unlocked. It’s such a Wooyoung thing to say too, being that he’s not often caught off guard, especially when he’s so blatant and confident about all things sex.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night, Woo?”

“No, he’s in pain,” he pouts childishly. He bites playfully at the tip of your nose.

You sputter for air, dissolving into a fit of laughter. “You did not just call your dick a he━”

“Okay, I’m in pain,” he corrects. He starts kissing down and back up your neck. “It’s not my fault you look extra hot today. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun today. Is it so wrong for me to want to keep pampering my beautiful girlfriend?”

“With your dick?”

“Yes, with my dick.”

You snort.

“And━” He drags out the word purposely, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t even want you to suck me off, by the way. All I want is to fuck you senseless right now.”

Oh.

His words send a nerve right down to your core. Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought.

All things considered, you’re not any better. There was no denying how devastatingly attractive your boyfriend always looked, but especially today. A well-deserved break and the Jeju sun did him well, with a beautiful tan starting to glow on his face, free of any make-up or cover-ups. The usual stress of city life and work doesn’t weigh heavy on his brows anymore, and though his hair has gotten longer, it’s a neat and pretty mess ━ a little unruly from the sun and chlorine, and from having taken it down from its half-ponytail, but pretty nonetheless ━ with the under half of it bleached blonde and the top half dyed black. Dressed in nothing but a casual old t-shirt and a pair of board shorts, he’s both wholesomely cute and yet sexy at the same time.

And, while you are surrounded by a group of rowdy boys, Wooyoung isn’t necessarily wrong. He always seems to have a knack for making anything romantic enough if he tries, attributed to his charming ways. A night of lovemaking (or whatever he has in mind) in your room with a beachside view is, all things considered, kind of romantic.

You purse your lips now. “Think they’re all asleep?”

“With how wasted they are? Absolutely,” Wooyoung says brightly. “I tripped over a shoe in our room and Hongjoong didn’t even move.”

It’s risky, sure, but the sudden yearning to be with Wooyoung was almost debilitating. There was no doubt you could both get away with having sex in a packed house, right? Either way, it doesn’t really seem to matter. You’ve already been persuaded, and Wooyoung knows.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you let him get carried away for a moment, reveling in the way he needily nips and sucks at your lower lip. Then, finding a second of clarity, you can be heard saying against his mouth breathlessly, “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“Mmm,” he hums distractedly. “So quiet.”

But that was like asking Wooyoung not to breathe. It’s this passing thought, and the way he pulls and tugs you over to sit on his lap as he sinks onto the edge of the bed in a desperate haste, that has you giggling. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down to the underside of your jaw and then along your throat.

You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck as you begin to rut your hips against his slowly. “You look really handsome today, baby. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed for once.”

His stare meets yours suddenly, all sparkling and awed. He grips your waist and presses you a little more firmly against his hips so you can feel his semi-hard dick against your inner thigh. “Ugh,” he sighs, “say that again and I’ll bust a nut right here and now.”

Another giggle meets his ears, but this time it’s a little less focused as it splinters off into a whimper the longer you continue to grind against him. You decide to humour him. “I saw your vlog. It was pretty.”

He audibly whines now, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. “Yeah? I worked hard on it.”

“Is that how you see me?” You think back to the video and how you looked, the soft music overlapping it all.

“Yeah,” he deadpans, “like that piece of washed up kelp you tried throwing at me today━”

“You’re so━”

“I’m joking. Of course that’s how I see you, but that’s only a fraction of what you look like to me. A camera doesn’t do you justice.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You snicker.

“So pretty.” He kisses you again, this time a little more earnestly. He sighs dreamily against your lips, “No, actually. If my dick isn’t in you in the next minute, I’m gonna go insane.”

A delighted simper sounds from you. “Don’t even have to cum, just as long as you do━”

Your jaw drops open as you find an angle that has you pushing your clit against his clothed dick just right. But even though you had so innocently offered to only get him off, part of the fun was seeing how quickly and how many times he could make you cum before finishing himself off. You deserve it, after all.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he moans. He takes a moment to appreciate you in your current state. You, straddling his lap, eager hips moving against his with your brows pinched in concentration, the pretty material of your dress hiking up around your thighs. He reaches down, palms rough as they grip at the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at you, already so needy for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat.

“How do you want me first, princess?” he asks sweetly now, peppering kisses along your throat, tongue soothing the marks he’s left behind. “Want my fingers in you?”

“N-No━” You croak. “Just wanna feel your dick.”

Excitement prickles at the tips of his fingers as he massages circles against your hips. “In your mouth or in you?”

“In me,” You rasp. “Now. Please, Woo━”

He marvels for a moment at how he’s so stupidly in love with you and your pretty words despite them having such dirty implications, and he hastens to please you. A wolfish grin tugs at his lips as he smothers them against your mouth, but then the giddy sensation of finally getting to have his cock buried in your walls overcomes him. He murmurs into a wet kiss, “As much as I love this dress, let’s get it off of you.”

He hastens to help you shove the straps of your dress down your shoulders, then off your arms. Then, he watches as you stand up to shimmy your way out of it, the material pooling at your feet, exposing your figure and the fact that you’re not even wearing a bra. The swell of your breasts meets his eyes first, and you’ve barely just kicked your way out of your panties when he’s pulling you onto his lap again, warm mouth latching onto one of your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple, teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud. He can’t seem to get enough, moving to bite and suck at the soft flesh all over, shifting from one to the other, then down the valley of your breasts. A moan falls from your lips, hands pulling harshly at his hair as you push him further into your chest.

“Wooyoung…” You whine. “We gotta be quick.”

Though he wants nothing more than to mark up your chest all over, he relents only when he remembers that the boys are nearby. “Okay, okay━ Here━”

He grabs at your waist, shifting you around until you’re on your back splayed out beneath him. Towering over you, he pushes the material of his shorts down, pulling his aching dick from the tight confinements. Your eyes fall to the way he fists himself hurriedly, tip all red and glistening with precum, and the one prominent vein bulging along his length. You bite at your lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks, excited. “With the guys here?”

“Think it’s too late to ask when we’re both already naked,” You giggle. You remind him again, this time a little weaker, “Just remember to be quiet.”

He hums in response. Then, he teases you by running the length of his hard dick against your slick folds, already dripping with slick arousal.

“God, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet already.” He taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, the sudden jolt sending your head spinning. As he rubs himself on you, the sticky wetness glides along the prominent vein of his length and spreads messily out to the top of your inner thighs. “Did I do all this to you?”

“Woo, no teasing,” You chastize in a small whine. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling, and you hate having to resist all his teasing touches. “What if someone tries coming in?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Let them. If it’s Seonghwa, even better. I can finally get payback for when he purposely ate some girl out on my bed.”

You snort lazily, stifling your giggles. “Focus, baby.”

“I am focused,” he says smugly. He emphasizes this by pressing his dick a little harder against your folds, teasing the tip of it against your entrance. “With you spread out like this for me, all sexy━ Fuck, I’m so focused.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is that the thought alone of one of the boys walking in on the both of you is enough to excite him to no end. He can imagine it now, one of them wandering into the room while you’re writhing beneath Wooyoung, taking his dick so well, moaning nothing but his name. He yearns to feel you all at once, hurrying to please you.

Without warning, he pushes himself into you, cock stretching you wide in just the way you both like. Almost immediately, low gasps and groans sound from the both of you.

“Ah, f-fuck! Woo━” You smother your sudden cries with a hand clamping over your mouth.

“Shit, I know,” he sputters for air. His voice is heavy in your ear, a low grunt only for you to hear. “You feel so fucking good, baby━”

His head is swimming even just at the way your walls wrap around his tip so snug. He pushes himself into you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a sudden forceful and indulgent thrust when━

The headboard slams against the wall, exceptionally loud.

“Fuck, Wooyoung━ Woo━” You grip at his arms. “The bed.”

His eyes meet yours, stunned momentarily as you wait and listen. A minute passes, but the house continues to remain silent.

“It’s okay. Even if they do hear, it’s not as if they probably won’t know what we’re doing,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “We haven’t exactly been very careful lately.”

“Still,” You insist. Your walls throb around his hard dick, desperate for some sort of movement. “It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

His heart swoons at your timidness, and though he has fun teasing you, he would never actually want to risk getting caught by one of the boys (however many close calls he’s already had with you) or, worse, upsetting you to the point of no return.

In the next moment, Wooyoung pulls out of you, then pushes back in again, this time less forceful. He swears he tries to be wary of the bed and of making too much noise but, much to both of your dismay, while the frame doesn’t bang against the wall too noticeably, the bed still creaks beneath you.

Wooyoung grits his teeth. He tries again, then one more time, and though your head lolls back at the sensation of him stretching you wide, you meet his gaze with your own apprehensive hazy one. Even Wooyoung’s patience is wearing thin when all he wants to do is tear you apart ━ that, and the slight creak of the bed is enough to start driving him insane.

“Fuck this,” his pace stutters to a halt, “let’s get on the floor. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“Good idea.” Your heart jolts in your chest from the excitement.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s parting from you, leaving you momentarily stunned at the loss of warmth. He helps you to your feet so that the both of you can sink to the floor on your knees. Before you can drop into all fours, Wooyoung stops you by reaching out for the blanket on the bed and tucking it underneath the both of you, but mostly to soften the ground underneath your knees. When he catches you surveying him with a fond gleam in your eyes, he quirks a brow.

“What? It’s just so you don’t get too uncomfortable,” he says sweetly, peppering a few kisses along your shoulder. “Is this good?”

“Amazing.” Your heart swells at all his gentle touches. You catch his lips on yours, faintly murmuring, “I love you. Like, so much.”

You can feel his grin against your mouth. “You know I love you too. And as much as I would also love to hear you go on about how I’m the most perfect boyfriend, I need to be in you right now.”

A pretty giggle meets his ears, and he marvels for a second how you’re so quick to oblige. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your ass juts out in his direction. You give it a little tempting wiggle, and he hurries to position himself behind you. With one hand on the small of your back, he guides you back down his length.

“Ah━ Fuuuck━” He moans. “Arch your back a little more for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward just enough on your elbows and sticking your hips back to meet his as he sinks balls deep into your core. Then, he’s crumbling apart, all breathy panting as he tries to focus.

“Shit, baby━”

“Mmm━”

“You’re so tight. So wet. I’m not gonna last,” he pouts, as if it’s a genuine disappointment. He watches as he pulls out of your heat just enough before shoving himself back in, his dick covered in a glistening sheen of your arousal. You’re so damn wet, he wonders how he hasn’t slipped from you yet. His hands grip and tug at your ass, spreading you to see the way your cunt pulsates and stretches around his dick. So perfect, almost as if you were made for him. “Tell me. Wanna hear how good you feel right now.”

“S-So good,” You mumble drunkenly. “God, you’re so good, Woo. Fuck━!”

His gaze droops down to your breasts, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. He reaches around and grabs at one of your boobs. The gentle shake of the soft flesh in his palms is always his favourite feeling, and he can’t help but squeeze at them now because, god, he really does love your tits. If he had all the time in the world, he would do anything to fuck himself between your boobs, and cum all over your chest ━ but that will have to wait for now.

“Ah━ Fuck━ Wish I could take my time with you right now,” he moans, planting sloppy kisses along your shoulder. “I can’t wait till we’re alone. Gonna take care of you so well, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He reaches down with his other hand, thumb pressing against the tight hole of your ass. The sensation alone is enough to have you nearly keeling over, a strangled cry of pleasure ripping from you. “Want you coming on my tongue so bad. Gonna fuck you against every surface too. You deserve it. You’re always so good to me, princess.”

“Only for you,” You whimper. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, the affirmation alone would have been more than enough to make him melt in your very hands. But his dick is still so hard, and your pussy is still so wet, all he can focus on is not slipping from your walls with every thrust of his hips. “Ah, Wooyoung! Y-You’re so━ So hard━”

You bite harshly at your lip when a loud moan threatens to spill from you. You bury your face in the blanket around you, clutching so tightly at the material. A part of Wooyoung finds it amusing, if only because, if the boys are awake and don’t hear your lewd moans, there’s no doubt they won’t be able to hear the sound of skin against skin as his hips slap against your ass.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he coaxes now. “Moan out loud for me.” When you shake your head, he snickers. “Want it harder? Will that help you?”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, a little rougher than usual. It sends you teetering forward, a broken groan tumbling from you that’s left muffled by the blanket. He can hear you mumble wantonly, “Don’t be a tease.”

A cheshire-like grin spreads across his face. “Here━ Come sit on my dick. Wanna feel you so deep━”

His words make you moan softly, followed by the way he pulls out of you just quickly enough to sit back against the bed. He tugs you onto his lap and you follow suit, spreading your legs further apart as you sink onto his leaking dick. Down, down, down, until it almost feels as if he’s hitting your cervix, and suddenly you’re not so sure you’ll be able to keep it together any longer. That, mixed with the way he’s gazing at you, all hooded eyed and alluring, you’re very close to dissolving into a mess right in his very arms.

“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, baby━” You grip at his shoulders as you adjust to the new feeling, hips squirming above his. “Wooyoung, please━”

But your words fall short. The desperate plea that hinges in your voice fades into nothing more than the urgent need to feel more of him, to have him absolutely wreck you, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his dick.

“Please what, baby?” he taunts lazily. But he knows what he’s doing, slyly beckoning you to make a mess, and moan for him.

His palms are warm as they slide up your sides, then around your back, hugging you close to his chest. He thrusts his hips up just once into you, sending you into a haste that has you lifting yourself up and then back down his cock. As you adopt a steady and reckless pace that has you bouncing on his length, he watches your every reaction. The way your face contorts at the sheer pleasure, brows pinched so hard in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Your hands reach out to thread through his long locks, pretty blonde tresses running through the seams of your fingers. You tug lightly at the root, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N━” His head rolls back against the mattress at your quick pace. “You’re so fucking sexy━ So desperate for my dick━ Ah━”

He moans suddenly, only this time it’s less muffled than before. Whether he does it the first time to tease you or simply because he had gotten carried away, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, it’s enough to startle you, even amongst the daze you’re in.

“Wooyoung━” Your voice is a small warning, but it lacks any severity when it splinters into a whine. “Not so loud.”

“They’re━ Ah, fuck━ sleeping━”

You meet his mischievous stare with your own heedful one. Your pace slows, if only just, and you’re certain this time that when he moans even louder, it’s entirely on purpose.

“Woo!” You clamp a hand softly over his mouth, smothering the tail end of his crude groan.

The grin that forms on his face beneath your hand is evident of his amusement of his toying with you but it turns sluggish quickly. The sight to see is hot enough, with the drowsy lopsided smirk poking out from underneath your hand as he watches you continue to ride him, now a measured gyrating against his own hips. When he realizes you’ve chosen to keep your hand over his mouth, he reaches up to grab a hold of your wrist, his large fingers splaying out and then up over your knuckles.

“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” he hums. He kisses at your fingertips, tongue swiveling around to suck on your digits delicately. “Not even one tiny moan? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

He can feel your thighs begin to shake around him and, judging by the crescendoing of whimpers tumbling from your mouth, he senses you’re close. Your free hand still grips at his hair, this time a little tighter as you try to anchor yourself in place to rock your hips a little faster. Wooyoung hisses delightfully at the feeling, a small lethargic chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.

Rough hands grab at your waist now, shifting you around abruptly until you’re splayed out on the floor on your back with him hovering over you. His length stays wedged snugly in your walls, never once slipping, and as he settles against your chest, he lifts one of your legs up and over his shoulder. An animalistic growl slips from him at your pinched face, and the way your cunt starts to squeeze around him. With this angle that his hips pound into yours, his cock hits so deep into your core, pummeling against your cervix again and again.

“H-Harder━ Wooyoung━” You pant. “Please━ I’m gonna━”

Finally, a moan sounds from you. Loud and unabashed, a little broken and exhausted, but beautiful to Wooyoung’s ears nonetheless. In fact, it’s so sexy of a noise that it’s enough to nearly push him over the edge but he relents, if only just for a little longer.

“Ah, there’s my favourite sound,” he smirks. His tongue lavs at the underside of your jaw, and your hand finds itself tangled in his hair once more. “Gonna be a good girl and let the boys hear you now?”

You try with all your might to silence yourself, but the task proves more and more difficult. A few more slams of his hips into yours, and you’re crumbling apart right before his eyes.

“Fuck━ Wooyoung━”

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum for me.”

As you come, the sudden gush of wetness around your core coats his length and he almost accidentally slips from your cunt. You’re clenched so tightly around him, Wooyoung feels as if he has to gasp for air to stay focused. His eyes still stay trained on you, watching as your face contorts as you writhe beneath him. But it’s your shameless moaning that sets him off, albeit still softer than usual but much louder than he was expecting from you with the boys so close by.

“Ah━ You’re so fucking hot━” he whines. “Gonna cum━”

Every thrust of his hips sends you bobbing up and down, and as you come down from your high the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock still burrowed in your sensitive walls has you whimpering softly. Your legs try to separate further, beckoning him for more.

“Cum in me, Youngie,” you beckon dazedly. “Wanna feel it so bad━”

“Oh, fuck━” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re so good to me, baby. Aren’t you?”

His pace quickens, hips snapping into yours urgently. One final shuddering thrust and he’s overwhelmed by his orgasm, cock pulsating within your aching walls as his cum fills you up. He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, listening to the sharp gasp for air you take when you feel his release.

He rides out his high in a few more leisure rolls of his hips, though he seems more concerned now with kissing your throat slowly. He gently unravels your leg from his shoulder, then slumps against you like the comfortable heavy weight that he is. His dick lays softening still buried within your walls, now leaking with his cum.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” You hear him sigh dreamily into your neck. “‘Cause you are.”

“Almost daily,” You concur with a giggle. Your own fingers smooth out his hair, fixing the messy strands, and he croons with delight. He leaves a trail of sweet kisses up along your throat, then your jaw, and then the corner of your mouth. Safe for the laboured breathing as you both try to calm your shrill hearts, you’re made aware so suddenly of just how quiet the room suddenly is. “There’s no way the guys slept through all of that.”

“I’m sure they did.” Wooyoung nibbles gingerly at your lip. “There’s nothing to worry about. Especially right now. I’m so tired. We can deal with the potential consequences later.”

You snort. “How did I know that’s exactly what you would say?”

You catch him smirking before he plants one last kiss on your lips. Somehow, he’s able to pry himself off of you long enough to slip into his shorts laying discarded on the floor before disappearing outside of the room into the darkened hallway. He returns moments later with a damp towel to help clean up the sticky mess between your legs, then tugs you back onto the bed with him.

“They’ll see you sneaking out of my room if you sleep here,” You point out through a yawn.

“I’ll get up before them,” he insists. “Just give me an hour with you, like this.”

You can’t resist the urge.

At the very least, you fall asleep first in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair. He must slip away from you at some point during the night, unraveling himself carefully from your sleeping figure to retreat to his own room. You’ll tell the boys eventually of your relationship with Wooyoung, you swear.

But for now, there, under the covers of the bed, you have all the time in the world to enjoy yourself with Wooyoung in pure, unadulterated silence.

In the morning when you wake up, you join your boyfriend with the rest of the boys downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast.

You’re the last to arrive, having wanted to take your time in the shower ━ a fact that Wooyoung laments, because he wanted nothing more than to shower with you to “save water” (which really just translates to more sex), but with only two bathrooms and nine people, the feat seemed impossible. Now, you sidle into the seat next to Wooyoung at the kitchen table, smiling down at him when his eyes flicker to you which seems to go unnoticed by the others.

“How was your night?” Yunho asks passively once you’ve settled into place. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, as Wooyoung answers, “Best sleep of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” This amused offhanded scoff comes from San under his breath. It causes Mingi to almost choke on his sip of orange juice as he snorts into the glass.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Oh, nothing,” San says. The smirk on his face says otherwise. “Thought we heard some loud noises last night. It was weird.”

Then there’s Mingi, leaning across the table to catch your attention alone. He shoots you a more merciful look, though he still seems entertained nevertheless when he whispers to you, “You have something on your neck.”

Your hand instinctively clamps onto your throat, over the spot Mingi points to as you mentally curse yourself. While you had been so preoccupied the night before trying not to make any noise, you forgot to warn Wooyoung against leaving any noticeable marks on your body ━ a bad habit of his, and your fatal mistake for forgetting to check the morning after.

The others are fortunately not paying attention, already absorbed in their own conversations, but the horror of so clearly being found out by San and Mingi sends you into a frenzy. It even seems to alarm Wooyoung judging by the way he starts laughing nervously, though maybe that’s because your knee bashes against his under the table and sends him jumping in his seat.

Clearly, you have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually.

The last thing you hear San say before he and Mingi howl with laughter seems to make even the charmingly confident Wooyoung slightly frazzled, and leaves you all the more confused.

“Some romantic getaway, huh?”

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im-657-mv · 2 years

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masterlist

all fics are gender neutral

yandere types - general types of yanderes

STRANGER THINGS

yandere stranger things types

you're mine - yandere reader x will byers

blue eyes - henry creel [I], [II], [III], [full]

little princess - yandere eddie munson

the knight - yandere mike wheeler [requested]

lost - vecna [inspired by the doors - you're lost little girl]

summertime - yandere will byers [requested]

yandere alphabet mike wheeler [requested]

red string of fate - yandere will byers

7. "Your family? I am your family!" - mike wheeler [requested]

10. "It is unnatural what I feel towards you..." - steve harrington [requested]

the haunting - vecna

yandere alphabet will byers [requested]

7. "Your family? I am your family! - joyce byers [requested]

9. "I've always fantasized about this moment, let me enjoy your presence, darling..." - 001 [requested]

3. "I wanted you, I wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you." - mike wheeler [requested]

NCT

yandere nct types

darling dearest - yandere nakamoto yuta

the hounds howl - yandere na jaemin

forever friends - yandere lee jeno [requested]

yandere alphabet ten A,D,G [requested]

"can you at least pretend to love me? just for tonight?" + like lovers do by hey violet + qian kun [requested]

yandere na jaemin alphabet [requested]

yandere lee taeyong alphabet

100 ways - yandere spirit emperor nakamoto yuta [inspired by 100 ways jackson wang]

your fantasy - yandere faerie lee taeyong

SHINEE

yandere shinee types

shinee yandere headcannons

my angel - yandere lee taemin

impressionable - yandere lee taemin [inspired by lee taemin - impressionable]

want - yandere lee taemin [inspired by lee taemin - want]

orgel - yandere lee taemin [inspired by shinee - orgel]

ATEEZ

yandere ateez types

ateez yandere headcannons

dont stop - yandere pirate kim honjoong [inspired by ateez - dont stop]

“maybe now you’ll acknowledge me and what we have” + meant to be yours by heathers + yandere choi san [requested]

the deal - park seonghwa x yandere demon kim hongjoong [requested]

birthday present - yandere jung wooyoung

"am i not enough?" + new magic wand by tyler the creator + kang yeosang [requested]

shadow - yandere jung wooyoung [inspired by lee taemin - shadow]

your god - yandere god choi san

number one fan - yandere fanboy jung wooyoung

the sun and the moon - yandere emperor park seonghwa

waves of desire - yandere pirate kim hongjoong [requested]

#yandere #yandere kpop #yandere kpop x reader #gender neutral #yandere ateez #yandere nct #yandere wayv #yandere nct127 #yandere shinee

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halaboyz · 2 years

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THE HEARTBREAK COLLECTION.

another milestone event only for my loveliest followers, for reaching eight hundred. nothing more makes me happy if a fic speaks to your soul— so this is dedicated to you. as a thank you. nothing more said, but my grateful heart is all yours. i wouldn't even think about reaching this far, but here we are. and it's all because of your support.

you know who we all love? taylor swift. whether you're a fan or a casual listener, we can't deny that there is a single song of taylor's that we have in mind right now. yes, that song was in your mind while reading this. so i'm going to have TAYLOR SWIFT songs— to be particular, heartbreak songs, as the main theme.

all angst, no fluff. because who doesn't love angst? okay, maybe i'll sprinkle some fluff, but no one deserves a happy ending.

whatever song is in your mind right now, drop it in my inbox with the idol— whether it's from ateez, the boyz, enhypen, tomorrow x together, nct dream, or soloist woodz.

no idols will be repeated, and whoever is taken will be put below. as with the idols, no taylor swift heartbreak song will also be repeated. come on, taylor swift has tons of heartbreaking songs out there. whatever you resonate with, you can put it in my inbox!

TAKE NOTE:

1. whoever requested first, will be given the slot. song AND idol. again, slots will be written below. ( ex. hongjoong & all too well ) 1-a. if your member/song is taken, you're always free to send another ask! 1-b. all fics will be in gender-neutral reader, unless i feel like a female reader will be fit for the fic.

2. fics will approximately be 1k-5k words, depending on the idea. i will do every request, and with that, to be able to provide you a good fic, i will take my time with every fic— patience will be appreciated.

3. requests will be ongoing until every slot is taken. since every member may not be taken.

4. if you want to be put on a certain group's taglist, or simply to the whole event's taglist, tell me through my ask box/dms!

5. enjoy!

ATEEZ.

KIM HONGJOONG :: NEW ROMANTICS, req. by @.th84u PARK SEONGHWA :: I DON'T WANT TO LIVE FOREVER, req. by @.mavericsohn JEONG YUNHO :: LAST KISS, req. by @.woahhwa CHOI SAN :: WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER, req. by @.mygco SONG MINGI :: BETTY, req. by @.yeoandmoon JUNG WOOYOUNG :: AUGUST, req. by @.woobly CHOI JONGHO :: THE STORY OF US, req. by @.talkbykhalid

THE BOYZ.

LEE SANGYEON :: ILLICIT AFFAIRS, req. by anon JACOB BAE :: STYLE, req. by @.bawdyboyz KIM YOUNGHOON :: OUR SONG, req. by nini LEE HYUNJAE :: CORNELIA STREET, req by @.gracefulweather JI CHANGMIN :: BLANK SPACE, req. by @.calliopegoist LEE JUYEON :: COME BACK... BE HERE, req. by @.onlyticket-home KIM SUNWOO :: RED, req. by @.morauvmi ERIC SOHN :: I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE, req. by @.stealanity

ENHYPEN.

LEE HEESEUNG :: BACK TO DECEMBER, req. by @.softforqiankun PARK JONGSEONG :: TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR, req. by anon KIM SUNOO :: AFTERGLOW, req. by anon

TXT

CHOI YEONJUN :: EXILE, req. by anon CHOI SOOBIN :: BEGIN AGAIN, req. by anon

NCT DREAM.

MARK LEE :: BREATHE, req. by @.justalildumpling LEE JENO :: ALL TOO WELL, req. by anon LEE DONGHYUCK :: ENCHANTED, req. by mika NA JAEMIN :: CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS, req. by @.kurosism ZHONG CHENLE :: WHITE HORSE, req. by @.moonieric

WOODZ :: RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME, req. by @.is4b3ll3s

tagging some of my closest mutuals in case any of you are interested! <3

@hvae @moonieric @dulceamar @deputyjuyeon @mihyu-ckie @yunkiwii @woobly @lee--felix @hwarora @enivivs @talkbykhalid @yourjaylaks @softforqiankun @sunlightwoo @flrtwoo @gracefulweather @junjungsunwoo @cloudykyu @mavericsohn @mingi-banana @twentysixofmays @kurosism @stealanity @mygco @justalildumpling

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lixpixstix · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

💦 - smut

☁️ - fluff

🥀 - angst

⚠️-dark

I don’t have much here but I will soon!

Stray Kids:

Christopher Bang:

Nothing yet!

Lee Know:

Nothing yet!

Seo Changbin:

Nothing yet!

Hwang Hyunjin:

“You would be so much easier to kill if you weren’t so cute” ⚠️

Han Jisung:

Nothing yet!

Lee Felix:

Stoned on You - “it’s so obvious you both like each other. Just make out already!” Or, alternatively, when Felix and Y/n like each other, but are both too scared to confess - 🥀☁️ (slow updates)

Extras - guava salad - jeongin Instagram post - hoodie thief - slow down there buddy

Bully!Yandere!Felix ⚠️ - jealous Felix kidnaps you

Kim Seungmin:

Nothing yet!

Yang Jeongin:

Nothing Yet!

Reactions:

Nothing Yet!

Ateez:

As things my friends and I have said;

Kim Hongjoong:

Nothing Yet!

Park Seonghwa:

Nothing Yet!

Jeong Yunho:

Nothing yet!

Kang Yeosang:

Nothing Yet!

Choi San:

Nothing Yet!

Song Mingi:

Nothing Yet!

Jung Wooyoung:

Nothing Yet!

Choi Jongho:

Nothing Yet!

Reactions:

Random prompts:

“You know there was a time where I would’ve died for you” 🥀

“I don’t have anywhere else to go” and “that sucks, but that’s not my problem” 🥀

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#skz fake texts #skz felix #skz #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz angst #skz jisung #skz seungmin #skz jeongin #skz changbin #skz bang chan #skz lee know #skz hyunjin #stray kids

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skzandateezwrecked · 4 years

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THANK U (part 1)

Genre: angst, fluff

Group: Ateez

Member: Jung Wooyoung

Summary: Badboy!Wooyoung asks you to be his fake girlfriend to make himself seem less available to others. Would you accept it?

Word Count: 1.1k words

(a/n) so uh hi! this is my first ever fic. this is inspired by ateez’s song, THANK U, which pretty much explains the title. this will be a five part series, and i will do my best to post a new part every week. i hope you guys will like this! also, i’m new to tumblr, so if i’m doing anything wrong, please lmk!

part 2 part 3

Jung Wooyoung, your school’s stereotypical “bad boy”, although he was only a sophomore. He is part of the schools gang called, Ateez, which consists of seven other members: Kim Hongjoong (leader, senior), Park Seonghwa (senior), Jeong Yunho (senior), Yeosang (junior), San (junior), Mingi (junior), Wooyoung (sophomore), and Jongho (freshman). You yourself, are a sophomore, meaning you have the “oh so feared” Wooyoung in your grade. Now, your school is not as big as others, though it was quite prestigious. However this meant that Ateez are pretty much at the top of the school’s social hierarchy, and that Wooyoung was in a lot of your classes. In your own eyes, your luck could not get any worse than that.

You hate Ateez, especially Wooyoung, with a burning passion. You hate how they can just walk around the school like they own it and get away with pretty much anything. They don’t have to work hard for their grades or worry about their futures, for they already have secured spots at the parents’ joint company, KQ Enterprises. Meanwhile you had to work hard and paint this perfect picture of yourself just so your parents have something to brag about amongst their siblings.

It was just another boring day at school. Your first period was English. It was your favorite subject, no doubt about that. You loved the subject, the teacher, the tasks, but the only downside is that it’s one of the many classes you share with Wooyoung. Even worse, the two of you are seatmates for the rest of the semester, meaning that he was going to be your partner when tasks are assigned, although Wooyoung would usually just make you do all the work. You didn’t mind, you preferred it that way because English was an easy A for you and you didn’t need Wooyoung to get in your way.

You sat down at your desk, glancing at the empty seat beside you. Typical. Wooyoung was either always late or he didn’t show up at all. Even if he did show up on time, he would just sleep through most of the class. A few minutes after settling down at your desk, you glanced up to see Wooyoung enter the room. Now, you have to admit, he was extremely good-looking, but that wasn’t enough to swoon you over unlike the rest of the girls in your school.

Wooyoung’s next gesture surprised you though. As soon as he sat down at his seat next to yours, he placed his arm around your shoulder and kissed you on the cheek. You couldn’t react, you were dumbfounded.

“Pretend you’re giggling. I’m begging you, please play along. I’ll explain after class,” Wooyoung whispered in your ear. You didn’t know what else to do rather than do what he requested.

“Fine, but you owe me bigtime,” You whispered back, fake giggling in the process.

Wooyoung seemed satisfied with your response and gave you a thumbs up. For the rest of class, the two of you pretended to flirt with each other, pretty much acting like a couple. Your teachers, as well as the rest of your classmates were surprised. You never expressed your hatred towards Wooyoung, but they knew that you were not necessarily excited about his existence. You couldn’t help but notice one person in your class who didn’t seem as surprised as the others, which was Clarissa. Instead, she was throwing daggers with her eyes whenever she looked at you and Wooyoung.

When class was over, Wooyoung waited for you while you grabbed your things, then took your hand and interlocked it with his as you both exited the classroom. He led you into the library and allowed you to put your things down, then sat down next to you.

“What was that about?” You asked.

He sighed. “Well, you know Clarissa?”

You nodded.

“Well, that bitch is a fucking psycho.” He continued. “It turns out she’s in love with me. Has been for a while now. And then last night she showed up at my house and confessed to me but obviously I rejected her. I’m not one to date. However Clarissa couldn’t accept that. She started yelling about how much she had sacrificed for me and that she would do anything to have me as long as I was single. I’m not lying, if that’s what you’re thinking. I know it sounds crazy. The boys were there too, they can back me up.”

“Okay… but what was up with the stunt you begged me to do with you?” You asked.

“You see, that’s the thing. She said she would do anything to have me as long as I was single. The boys and I created a plan right after Clarissa left my house. I was hoping you’d be a part of it.

You wouldn't believe what you were hearing. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“I was hoping you would be my sort of… fake girlfriend? At least until Clarissa can calm the fuck down,” Wooyoung suggested.

“But why me? Why couldn’t you have asked the line of girls who have liked you pretty much since you stepped foot in this school?” You asked.

“Because you are not like those girls,” Wooyoung answered. “You’re not my biggest fan, the boys and I both know that. You seem like the only girl in this school who’s not going to drop down to her feet for us. So what do you say? Are you in or not?”

You didn’t know what to say. You’re already juggling a lot in your life, as boring as it is. His proposal seemed fun though, but you wanted a bit more.

“What’s in it for me?” You asked.

“Honestly I’m not sure. Is it okay if we figure it out once this thing is over?” He answered. “I kinda need ‘us’ to become a ‘thing’ as soon as possible, considering that Clarissa knows where I live and things might get out of hand.”

“Okay fine, I’ll do it.” As you said that, Wooyoung’s face lit up. “Really? Thank you so much! I thought that it would take a lot more convincing!” He exclaimed.

“But why can’t you or the rest of Ateez put her… back in her place? Isn’t that what you guys normally do when people cross your guys’ lines?” You question.

“Hey, we can be violent, but we’re still gentlemen to the ladies,” He winked.

You scoffed at his reply. Wooyoung then reached his hand towards you. “So deal?” He asked.

“Deal,” You said.

Little did you know, there was somebody listening to the two of you from behind a bookshelf.

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fanfickibb · 3 years

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Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Kim Mingyu, Jeon Wonwoo, Jung Wooyoung Additional Tags: BDSM Scene, Dom/sub, Switching, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Background Relationships, Agent Jeon Jungkook, Artist Kim Taehyung | V, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kim Taehyung | V Has a Tragic Past, Jeon Jungkook is Bad at Feelings, Rope Bondage, Wax Play, Sensation Play, Blindfolds, Gags, Public Hand Jobs, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Aftercare, Dom Kim Taehyung | V, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Sub Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dom Jeon Jungkook, Top Jeon Jungkook, Sub Kim Mingyu, Bottom Kim Mingyu, Face Slapping, Finger Sucking, Anal Fingering, Public Masturbation, Caning, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Derogatory Language, Handcuffs, Gloves, Kink Negotiation, Interrogation, Voyeurism, Nipple Play, Role Playing, Language Kink, Belts, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Rimming, Restraints, Choking, Orgasm Delay, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Sub Kim Taehyung | V, Orgasm Control, Oral Sex, Photo Shoots, Suspension, Japanese Rope Bondage, Shibari, Photographer Kim Taehyung | V, Body Paint, Nude Photos, Nude Modeling, Collars, Leashes, Barebacking, Bruises, Whipping, Asphyxiation, Lube, Anal Sex, Spanking, Over the Knee, Play Fighting, Service Submission, Service Kink, Master/Servant, Master & Servant, Vibrators, Butt Plugs, Edge Play, Crying Kim Taehyung | V, Obedience, Punishment, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Minor Violence, Gang Violence, Shower Sex, Master/Pet, BDSM, Switch Jeon Jungkook, Switch Kim Taehyung | V, Falling In Love, Catharsis, Crying Jeon Jungkook, Consensual Kink, Dom/sub Play Summary:

"Wait.” Taehyung took a step toward him. “What other things do you like?”

You. I like you.

“Uhm...I like letting go sometimes,” he breathed. “And helping other people let go. Give and take. Both sides.”

It was cryptic enough, but Taehyung nodded. He stepped even closer, his face inches away. Dark eyes like pools. Jungkook couldn’t prevent the hitch in his breath, but he refused to step back.

“When was the last time? You let go?”

*****

When Jeon Jungkook joined the FBI, he left his youthful experiments in the BDSM world behind him—that is, until his best friend Jimin introduces him to Kim Taehyung, host of a monthly series of private parties.

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My Review and Rec:

This is the most recent Taekook fic that I have read and I loved it!

First of all, Lilithgirl has written several Taekook fics. She is a machine with writing, and the quality of each one is AMAZING! I suggest you take a look at all of her fics.

In this particular one, Jungkook is an FBI agent and Taehyung is an artist. BDSM plays a big role in this fic, which is not really one of my kinks, but it was written so well in this particular fic that I really enjoyed it. Especially since I really like Switch!Jungkook and Switch!Taehyung. I know a lot of people say switching isn’t real, but is fan fiction real? No, so as far as I’m concerned, anything goes.

The dynamic between Taehyung and Jungkook in this fic is so good, so sexy. It will get your heart racing.

It all comes to a very sweet, satisfying end that I won’t give away, but it was an excellent way to bring things to an amazing conclusion.

I HIGHLY recommend this fic (and all of Lilithgirl’s other fics), so get busy reading!

#taekook #vkook #taekook fic red #vkook fic rec #taekook fic #taekook fan fic #taekook fan fiction

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ao3feed-ateez · 3 years

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by Salty_kisses_n_winter_hugs

"Are you sure you're going to be okay alone?" Seonghwa asked. "Of course we will." Yunho nodded. "We can always go the next time..." Seonghwa mumbled again. "We will be fine hyung. Besides, it's just a common cold. Minjoong isn't going to die from a stuffy nose"

A/N: this fan fic work won't make sense if you don't read the part 1 first!

Words: 3952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Children are a blessing... or maybe not?

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Choi Jongho

Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Kid Fic, Minjoong is sick, 99-liners are there to save the day, Fever, Nightmares, Worried Ateez, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Anxious Seonghwa, poor hongjoong, Everything is under control, a little angsty

#ateez #ao3feed #Kpop rpf

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fluffybunnybaekhyun · 5 years

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fan fiction - jung wooyoung

- all you’re doing is reading some fanfics on the couch

- it’s some cute #mingi fluff because he’s so uwu and owo and omg my bby 🥺💗

- ^ don’t mind me I just luv mingi so much

- like he’s such a tall baby and his voice and he deserves all the love in the world

- sigh

- I love you song mingi 🥺🧡🧡

- A KNEE WAYS

- you’re just crying over how uwu mingi is whilst reading these fics and wooyoung is hovering behind you reading it too

- you’re too busy being uwu to realise wooyoung behind you

- “y/n..... what on EARTH are you reading?”

- his voice was heard LOUD and CLEAR rIGHT in your right ear

- it was some nice ass asmr lets not lie

- BUT

- WHAG

- YOUR MAN READING FF??? NOOOOOO

- ANNA OU-

- to say you threw your phone across the room is an understatement

- you baseball THREW that shat into a BLOODY HOME RUN

- it was G O N E

- “oh wow” both you and wooyoung said in synch

- “You should should join the league instead of reading mingi fan fiction y/n”

- “I wasn’t reading mingi fan fiction.”

- “Then what were you reading???”

- you and wooyoung have a mini staring competition for like 10 mins bruh

- his eyebrows are raised @ you cUS HES EXPECTING AN ANSWER

- And you’re tryna think of a good excuse

- “Y/n it’s been 10 minutes what where you reading?”

- “I was reading a fan’s confession of love towards her idol who she has loved and adored since predebut. she has poured her heart and soul into writing a story of such affection that it has brought tears to not only mine but 324 people as well. if you read it as well my dear boyfriend you too shall shed tears at the glory this autobiography holds.”

- you looked him deep in his eyes as you’re A* in drama proved to you in this moment

- “Let me read it then.”

- he holds his hand out and you look in the direction you decided to knock your phone tf out of

- It was in the corner and the screen was QUITE deceased

- he followed your line of sight and walked to your phone

- “So it was so deep you threw your phone?”

- He looked at you with SUCH disbelief that you put your face in your hands

- “Bro please leave me alone so I can die in embarrassment in peace”

- “Nah I’d rather tell mingi”

- “wHAT???? NANI??? N-N-NANI A TENDA???” tHE weeb in you SNAPPED

- wooyoung chuckled

- “yeah, why not babe? you seem to be spending your free time reading stuff about HIM but not ME.”

- bruh

- How’s this guy jealous over fan fiction-

- “cus I’m dating you so ????”

- “You’re not dating mingi so why are you reading fan fiction of him??”

- *intense staring competition part 2*

- “Is that what they call a ‘bias?’”

- “A bias is a your favourite member. well, not really favourite but the member that stands out to you to most.”

- “Oh really? So why are you dating me and not mingi?”

- *intense staring part 3*

- “cus I love you”

- he’s uwu for a MINUTE

- but he’s still a sadist and wants to ruin your life

- “That’s cute babe but let’s go to tell mingi now”

- so you’re in the ATEEZ dorm bruh

- and wooyoung is exposing you to the other members

- it’s not like you care though

- mingi isn’t even your bias sksksks

- it’s YEOSANG

- “So y/n how do you feel now that I have exposed you to your bias?”

- “Ok but you didn’t I bias yeosang lol”

- OH SHAT SIS

- YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD

- YOU: 🤡

- yeosang is like: oh wow thanks y/n

- meanwhile wooyoung is: PRESSEDT

- he was ok with mingi cus he doesn’t take mingi seriously AT ALL but YEOSANG???

- KANG YEOSANG???

- *THAT* KANG YEOSANG??

- THIS KANG YEOSANG

- THE YEOSANG THAT STOLE HIS HEART???

- nah he can’t let his bby get their heart stolen by this same man

- this has gone TOO far

- literally the ATEEZ dorms are like 30 minutes away on the bus ://

- so yall go home and WOOYOUNG: PRESS by cardi b

- yeah sis you’re tired so you go to bed

- either way you get a good night’s sleep cus you’re KNOCKED OUT by wooyoung’s intense love for you

- VERY intense love for you

- hehe

kssksksksksksk this is trash too OOF

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