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yeeehwa · 11 months

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Stargazing (p.sh x reader)

Summary: stargazing with your best friend

Word Count: 1,845

a/n: initially I wrote this for Seonghwas birthday, but had forgotten about it. Hun posting that picture of the sky on b.stage reminded me of this so I’m posting it now

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“Can we go stargazing?”

Your roommate paused in the middle of brushing his teeth. Toothbrush precariously being held by his lips as he looked at you in shock. He blinked once. Twice. Three times, as his brain processed what you had just said to him. “Stargazing?” He mumbled, the toothbrush falling out of his mouth.

You giggled as he attempted to catch it. You smiled fondly at the man you’ve had a crush on for years. “Yes Seonghwa. I want to go stargazing.”

Seonghwas eyes shone with excitement as he basically started vibrating. “Are you sure? You’ve never wanted to go with me before.”

You looked at him and quirked your brow. “It’s your birthday, and you’re my best friend. The weather is gorgeous and the sky is clear. I’d hate for you to miss out on it. And I want to share in it with you. It’s something that you love” and I love you, you ended that statement in your head.

He nodded slowly, looking at you. “Give me five minutes.” He quickly turned his back on you and essentially ran to his room. You heard some fumbling and light cursing before you headed to your room and grabbed a blanket and a small basket you had packed before asking.

“Y/N? I’m ready!” You heard him yell.

“Coming!” You yelled back as you wrapped a sweater around your shoulders. Basket in hand you headed towards your living room, only to see Seonghwa with his glasses on, backpack over his shoulder and his telescope bag in his hands.

“What’s with the basket?” He gave you a goofy smile.

“Oh. I thought bringing some snacks would be nice.” You shrugged. “It’s no big deal.” You patted the top of the basket. “I'm ready when you are.”

He gave you one of his stunning smiles and you followed him to his car. Getting in and getting lost in your thoughts of how the night will go for you and what will happen going forward.

The sound of Seonghwas voice pulled you out of you thoughts. He looked at you, concern and a little uneasiness written on his face. “We can go back if you’re having second thoughts. I know you don’t-“

Your harsh look made him go quiet. “No. It’s your birthday and I want to spend it with you, doing something you love. I just got caught up in my thoughts for a bit. I promise.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “I promise I want to do this.” You smiled softly at him, and you felt him relax a little bit.

“Okay. If you’re sure.” He smiled at you once again before opening the car door and grabbing his bags from the back seat. You followed suit, grabbing the blanket and picnic basket, careful not to jostle it too much.

It was so dark, being away from the city. The only light illuminating the night is the moon. You had pulled out your phone to turn on a flashlight, but you had been thoroughly scolded before you were able to even touch your phone.

Seonghwa had walked ahead after that, planting himself at the top of a small hill, telescope already in the midst of being set up. You stood back for a moment, admiring him and the way he smiles to himself as you finally indulge in a passion of his.

He looked up as soon as the telescope was set up and he had focused it. He met your gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming? Saturn looks so beautiful tonight!”

You smiled and nodded, gently placing the basket full of goodies down so you could lay out the blanket. Seonghwa rushed you through the motions, excitement coursing through his veins.

One hand on your waist and another on the end of the telescope, he guided you to look through the lense and pointed you in the right direction of the planet. He fiddled with the lense, popping a 60x lense into the scope.

“There is Saturn! It’s so clear tonight that you can actually see some of the rings! It’s 95 times bigger than Earth! It’s so cool because you can’t even stand on Saturn because there is no solid surface! It’s all gas!” He chartered on, spitting out fact after fact over the gas giant, as you were staring at the gorgeous planet.

A yellowish-brown ball with brown and gold rings surrounding it made you smile. It was stunning, even with the colors being so muted. You finally started to understand why he loved this so much.

“What else can we see tonight?” You asked him, interrupting his endless slew of facts.

His face absolutely glowed when you asked. “Well. With the telescope, we can probably see Venus, Mars and Jupiter. Also a ton of constellations!” He grabbed your hand and led you towards the blanket again, thumb absentmindedly rubbing circled over you hand. You blushed at the movement.

Seonghwa laid down on his back, patting the ground next to him, telling you to mimic him. “Lay down. I can point them out to you.” You smirked and followed his instructions.

“There,” he pointed to the sky, almost right above your heads. “Is the Big and Little Dipper!” He traced over the constellation in front of you, making sure you could see it and make out the shapes.

“Wow” you gasped out. It was beautiful. You never really looked at the sky and noticed any of the beauty and shapes that were there.

He scooted a bit closer to you and pointed up. “Do you see the stars there? Kind of in a shape of a W?” He traced the shape a few times before you were finally able to see it clearly. “That’s Cassiopeia. I know you love mythology, and Queen-“

“Cassiopeia was forced to the heavenly realms as punishment. Usually it’s meant as a reward, but she boasted that either hers, or her daughters, depending on the version you read, beauty was greater than the sea nymphs. She was then forced there for all to stare at.” You smiled to yourself as you recalled one of your favorite myths.

You both laid there in silence, taking in the view of the clear sky. A cool breeze caressed your skin, and made you cuddle into Seonghwa a bit. His stomach grumbling broke the silence.

You giggled as he pouted. “I knew you would be hungry.” You teased him as you both sat up.

Seonghwa all but lunges towards the picnic basket, pulling out a thermos full of ramen, a bag of jalapeño potato chips, and strawberries that you had packed for dessert. He carefully laid everything out, and then pulled out a small box that you had packed in there.

You eyes widened as he looked at it and at you in confusion before attempting to open it. Your eyes widened as you realized what he had, and you lunged towards it, screaming “No!” and grabbing it and pressed it to your chest, over your racing heart.

“What’s that?” He asked, eyes wide at the sudden way you reacted.

You hesistated a beat before you sighed, the tenseness in your shoulders slowly releasing. “There’s more than just food in here Hwa.” You took a deep breath, your heart rapidly beating in your chest as you turned away to steady your heartbeat, the small box clasped in your hands. You sighed, bracing yourself to reveal the only part of you to him that he didn’t know about.

“I know you love astronomy, and the way the universe works. Hell, your name literally means ‘to be a star’ so it fits so perfectly. Except, all the stars in the sky are jealous, because they’re so dim compared to you. You’ve brightened my life so much since you’ve been brought into it.”

He gazed at you, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Y/N-“

You held up your hand to stop him. “I’m not done.” You sighed and gently handed him your gift. “They say that people come into your life when you need them the most, and I know that sounds cheesy, but it was true. It’s almost like you knew how much I was struggling and you just. Made- make me, so happy, and you’ve helped me become a more confident and stronger person. So I wanted to thank you for that.” You gestured to the gift he had slowly started to unbox.

“I know you love astronomy and you give me any and every explanation for things and how the stars are and positions. I may not alway understand or pay attention, but know that I genuinely love listening to you when you talk about things you’re passionate about. So when I had the idea to make this. I was excited. It took a lot of time and research, but I’m hoping it shows how much I care for you.” You took a deep breath, letting the sound of the crickets fill in the silence for a minute as he finished opening his gift.

He gasped once he opened the top of it. “Y/N…” he looked at you, eyes full of tears, in danger of falling over the edge.

In his hand he held a diagram of the stars. Planets and particular stars labeled as the dim light from the moon reflected off of them. A small sign sat at the bottom, simply reading “the best day of my life.”

“I made this for you. It was the way the stars were when we first met. I know it’s probably not one hundred percent accurate, but I got as close as I could.” You anxiously twisted your fingers in your lap as you continued. “But from the moment I met you Hwa, I knew I loved you. And more than just a friend. I am in love with you. With all of you. With your goofy love for Star Wars and Legos. To your passion for the stars. You are my passion. I love you so much Seonghwa.”

The silence wrapped around you both as you waited for him to respond. The tears now freely flowed down his face as he took a moment to process the meaning of your words and gift. His eyes shifted from you to the diagram he held in his hands.

“Y/N… I- I don’t know what to say.”

You bit your lip, fingers still twisting in your lap as you wait for him. “I’m sorry. I-“

“Why are you sorry? This is the best gift. The best meaning. You’ve meant so much to me from the beginning.

“I love you.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I think I always have.”

You smile, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. “And I love you.” You giggled. “To the moon and back.”

He rolled his eyes at you and shook his head. “Come here” he whispered, grabbing you by the back of the neck and pulling you to him, connecting his lips to yous in a sweet kiss.

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misirkyun · 1 year

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★ 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀

a/n: first thingie posted here! dedicated to @callmehwa

[09:36]

"you got me flowers?"

the surprise is evident on your face and seonghwa's smile falters for a moment. he can't read whether it's of the good or the bad kind. did you not like them? was it not the right thing to do?

"well, yeah," his chuckle doesn't let it slip how nervous he's suddenly feeling. "i thought you'd like them."

in fact, you do. he has picked roses, your favorites (how he did that when you've never spoken on the topic, you didn't know), and they were arranged prettily, tied with a silk ribbon. the bouquette is small, but it fills your heart with adoration for the boy who tries so hard not to lose his cool in front of you.

finally, your face breaks in a huge grin, and you can see his shoulders visibly relaxing. you take the flowers from him and deeply inhale their sweet scent before throwing your arms around his neck. seonghwa instantly returns the gesture, holding you close to him and in turn inhaling the scent of your hair which always makes him slightly dizzy, in the best way.

"thank you," you whisper close to his ear and seonghwa shivers subtly at the sensation of your warm breath on his skin. you press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss before separating from him and beaming at the tender plants in your hands.

"so, you do like them?" you made this evident, but he still asks, just to be sure. it's a second date, and he likes you, and he really, really doesn't want to screw this up.

"of course," you reply with a soft smile. "they are wonderful. you are wonderful."

seonghwa blushes at that. you giggle and can't help but think that he looks prettier than any rose.

"so," he clears his throat and reaches for your hand, his fingers interwining with yours, "shall we go?"

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wonwooverse · 2 years

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Hiya, congrats on the 600 followers.

How would Bang Chan & Seonghwa make the readers 'first time' special? Just something a little fluffy & smutty pls.

Also b/c *corruption kink* cough cough

this is soo late im so sorry but I hope you like it - thank you so much <3

when i think of corruption kink i often think of these two (and a few other ppl too but besides the point) they would both be so sickeningly sweet AHHHH losing my mind

i feel like Chan would be more nervous than he was letting on about your first time together, he would be checking in with you almost obsessively, making sure that you know "if you feel uncomfortable at anytime then tell me, please" would almost be you settling his nerves and not the other way around but when you do get around to finally having sex he would pull out all the stops, he would make sure he shows you every single way he can think of to make you feel good, not letting you lift a finger the entire time, insisting that its his job for you to feel good and you just need to "sit back and let me take good care of you"

Seonghwa would be a bit more meticulous with his planning, would do all the romantic and cliche things to get you as relaxed as possible. would start by giving you the most amazing massage of your life while undressing you to make sure you're as comfortable as possible. Would check in with you a few times but would definitely remind you to stop him at any given point. Once you are finally comfortable enough and he's inside you, he would 100% be revelling in the noises and moans coming out of your mouth, his heart swelling at the fact he is making you feel this good, "all mine arent you, angel? only me that gets to see you like this... make you feel this good"

#bang chan #seonghwa #bang chan smut #seonghwa smut #bang chan blurb #seonghwa blurb #stray kids #ateez #stray kids smut #ateez smut #stray kids blurb #ateez blurb #kpop #kpop smut #kpop blurb

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meanieverse · 2 years

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I mean, I'm sorry I don't remember your restrictions list so idk if this is on it but if it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have too.

Can I have a headcannon please?

Dom!seonghwa + sub!reader

smut+ praise+ reader calls Seonghwa Mommy

Thank you xx

no it’s okay love, doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all!!!

definitely think seonghwa is more into praise than degradation 100%

feel like he would whisper his praise to you repeatedly, like a mantra in your ear constantly, “such a good girl, angel. you’re doing so well.. so pretty”

his heart would literally be melting when you look at him with the most wide, fucked out doe eyes in the entire world, “feels so good, mommy” your words slurred slightly, “you’re gonna be the death of me, angel”

#seonghwa #seonghwa smut #seonghwa blurb #ateez #ateez smut #ateez blurb #kpop #kpop smut #kpop blurb

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starryjeekies · 2 years

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~ Draw ~

Pairing: park seonghwa x kim hongjoong

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: seonghwa and hongjoong were inseparable. inspiring artist!hongjoong loved whatever seonghwa had to say about his pieces, even if he never understood art terminology. seonghwa became his muse. hongjoong now has to navigate life without his muse, who move unexpectedly, by his side.

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol and drinking (drink repsonsibly)

Words: 2.4k

A/N: hello again! so i wrote this a while ago but since it was so short, I didn’t post it on ao3. my girlfriend told me to upload it to tumblr once i had it set up so here it is! i don’t remember if i edited this or not so cut it a little slack. my requests are open so if you want to see something, let me know and i might make it happen ^^

It’s been a while. Probably six months. Seven months? Hongjoong doesn’t remember. But it has been a long time since Seonghwa left. Not like he could stop it from happening. Seonghwa was pursuing his dreams. He couldn’t prevent him from doing that. He even encouraged him to go. He promised they would text or call whenever they could. That seemed to be few and far between.

Hongjoong sits in the middle of his living room, looking down at the scattered pieces of paper on the hardwood. Different angles of the same face. He can’t help but try to remember how he looks. Even being a renowned artist who would be paid thousands upon thousands for his pieces, he feels like he could never do him justice.

“Do you have an idea for your next project?” Seonghwa asked while looking up from his phone.

Hongjoong glanced up at him, thankful he didn’t move too much. He kept his graphite pencil busy, trying to shade Seonghwa’s neckline delicately. “Not too sure, kind of wanted to branch into surrealism.”

“What’s stopping you?” The older male wondered. “You have all of the time in the world to practice until you’re happy.”

“And what if I’m never happy?” The smaller more so stated than asked. He gently dragged his eraser across the paper to erase a mistake or two or three. “Abstract lets me do whatever I want, surrealism has rules to it.”

“Abstract art has rules.” Seonghwa stated. “Color theory, for instance.”

“Everything has color theory.”

“My point exactly.”

Hongjoong chuckled, feeling his chest swell with how his closest friend who knows almost nothing about art tried to prove a point. “I’d have to practice a lot.”

“I hope you find a good muse to capture while you practice.” He goes back to looking at his phone.

Hongjoong kept his gaze fixated on his friend for a moment before going back to the paper. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard to find something.”

The artist gets up from his spot on the floor to the giant canvass leaning against his wall. There’s a semblance of what he wants painted on. He picks up the palette again and dips his brush into the dark tan color he had mixed the day prior. He starts to shade the figure on the piece, trying to focus on drawing the attention to the one lightsource in the painting.

If Seonghwa could see this, he’s unsure how he would respond to it. Seonghwa has always praised his works, the ones that have been sold to museums to stay forever to the little sketches he’s done when they have been out and about. The older male’s favorite piece is a birthday gift to him of the bridge and pond the two frequented together.

“You did all of this for me?” Seonghwa asked, astounded. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the painting, looking at the reflection of the bridge in the water, the golden crested grass, and the sun setting just behind the bridge.

“I sure did.” Hongjoong said, now bashful. “I had been going there for golden hour for a week to get everything right. Wanted to make sure I’d get everything right.”

“This…” He trailed off, then looked up to his friend with a gleam in his eye. “Is the most heartwarming thing anyone has done for me. Thank you, Hong.”

“Really, it’s nothing.” The blue haired man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m just glad you like it.”

Seonghwa set the painting down and embraced his friend tightly, catching him off guard. “I love it.”

Stunned, Hongjoong took a moment to compose himself before he wrapped his arms around his taller friend. He felt the heat on his cheeks rise significantly. “I’m glad you love it.”

“This just means I have to go above and beyond for your birthday gift.” He said, squeezing the sides of his friend before he started tickling his sensitive spot. “It’s hard to beat that.”

“Stop that!” Hongjoong tried to fight away Seonghwa’s large hands brushing against his side. His fit of laughter didn’t help in his mission. “Leave me alone!”

The yellow glow is a bright contrast to the dark maroon of the background. The artist gently dabs his brush to create a glowing effect before stepping back to look at his progress. It’s still now where he wants to be and that upsets him. He drops the palette from his hands and turns to his kitchen.

Hongjoong grabs a bottle of red wine sitting on his counter and pops the cork with no effort. After pouring him an overzealously large glass, he takes a long drink. His eyes peer out to the busy nightlife of the city below him.

The crisp air was nice that night as compared to the hot day. Seonghwa sips at the wine in his glass, looking over the balcony to the cars in the street. “Do you ever feel like you’re stuck?”

Hongjoong tore his eyes away from his friend in time to prevent him from catching him staring. “Art blocks are every creator’s worst nightmare.”

“I don’t mean like that.” He mumbled slightly.

He looked back at his friend, seeing a sullen look on his face. “What’s going on, Hwa?”

He shrugged, then fixed his gaze to the horizon. “Do you sometimes feel like you want things to change? Things you don’t know if it’ll work out or not, but want to take that risk anyway?”

“W-What do you mean?” He stammered a little, unsure of where this conversation was going to go.

“I feel like I’m in the same cycle over and over again, nothing is changing to keep me feeling like I’m actually needed here.” Seonghwa muttered. “I don’t know if I’m needed here.”

“Of course you are.” The smaller man said quickly. He rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I can’t think of anyone else I would want to call my best friend other than you. Who else would grab coffee with me and not feign interest in my art?”

“People like your art!”

“But you look at it and can find exactly what you like about it.” Hongjoong said, then went quieter. “You don’t analyze it like critics or follow it blindly like my fans. You can tell me exactly what you like or don’t like just because of your taste. I think the human appeal is the most important factor of any art piece.”

Seonghwa smiled slightly, taking another sip of his wine. “I can always rely on you to make me feel needed.”

Hongjoong’s fine line brush gently drags golden accents to the individual highlighted areas. His focus is immense or else he would be more wrapped in his mind. He looks back and forth between the references on the paper and to the canvas. He needs everything to be perfect. Then he can finally muster up the courage to speak his mind.

Hongjoong should have never told him to take the job. He would have never left, he would still have his best friend, his muse, his first love here with him right now. He wouldn’t be hours away on the other side of the country. He would be right here next to him.

“I’m going to move.” Seonghwa stated, lying down on the couch.

Hongjoong looked up from his sketch in the corner of his book to his friend. “Okay, when are you moving?”

“End of the month, I already signed my lease.” Seonghwa said clearly but with a slight hesitation in his voice.

“Alright, do you need help driving things to your new place?” He wondered, looking back down at his book to work on drawing the hair.

“No, it’s all being shipped the day before.”

The artist stopped what he was doing and looked slowly at his friend. “Shipped?”

Seonghwa nodded, not making eye contact with him. “I’m moving to a new city.”

He felt his heart drop into his stomach. He didn’t know what to say. “Do you have a new job in said city?”

“I do, I’ll be one step up from where I am now, position and pay wise. I’ll be living in the heart of it.” He said, then looked at his friend. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Even though his mouth was dry with worry, Hongjoong said, “I hope you know that just by moving to a new city, you’re not getting rid of me.”

“I wouldn’t even try to get rid of you.” The older man smiled slightly. “I just need to feel like I’m not stuck in one place forever, you know?”

He nodded, knowing he was stuck in the same place. He would change it, but it’s too late now. “I know.”

Hongjoong steps back slowly, looking at the piece as a whole. He looks over the warm hues in different values, taking in how everything looks freshly painted. His mind is screaming at him. It doesn’t do him justice. Nothing he has ever done has served him justice. He has failed his muse. It should just be-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The artist looks to his door, wary of whoever may be on the other side. He sets down his palette and walks gingerly to the door. The peephole gives away who is on the other side. The silver haired man quickly unlocks his door and opens it. “What are you doing here?”

Seonghwa smiles slightly, seeing the shocked face of his friend. “Came to see you, of course.”

Hongjoong has to blink away his surprise before he opens the door more to let his friend in. “I-I… am so sorry this place is a mess, I haven’t had visitors in a while.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me.” Seonghwa steps in, his dark gray hair falling in front of his face while he takes off his shoes and sets down his bag. “I’m the one who stopped by unannounced.”

“Unannounced or not, it’s really good to see you.” The owner of the place mutters, still in disbelief that he’s here. Then he realizes his art piece isn’t dry enough to be covered. “I-I’m sorry, I’ve just been working on something and it’s not coming out how I want it to and I-”

“Come on, whatever you do has great value.” Seonghwa looks up and sees where his friend has been working diligently. His jaw drops slightly as he straightens up.

Hongjoong watches as he slowly makes his way to stand in front of the large canvas. The surrealistic portrait of his friend with his eyes glowing bright yellow as if there was a lightbulb in his head stands fresh for him to see. He crosses his arms over his chest, feeling smaller now. “It’s not done. I mean, I’ve been working on this for months and I’m still not happy with it. I feel like it’s just missing something and I can’t think of-”

“Your signature.”

“What?”

Seonghwa looks at his friend of five years, awe in his eyes. “Your signature. It’s perfect.”

“You… You think so?” The artist goes timid as his muse says this piece is perfect. “You don’t think it’s… not you?”

“This is how you see me, right?” The subject looks at the work. “You see me as full of light, seeing everything so brightly for the first time, right?” When he receives a nod, he continues, “Then this is perfect. It just needs your signature.”

Upon request, the small artist picks up the palette and with his thin brush, he delicately draws his signature in the bottom of the painting. The yellow lettering stands bold against the maroon. He stands up straight and looks at Seonghwa again. “There, it’s done.”

The taller friend nods, then steps closer to him. “I feel like I should tell you why I’m actually here.” When he receives a quizzical look from him, he chuckles. “It’s been a while since I’ve been back here and I realize how much I missed this place. When I was out there, I felt like something was missing from this change.” He takes another step closer, starting to invade Hongjoong’s space. “And I realize being here now, I wasn’t stuck here, I was tethered. I could go as far as I wanted to, but I always needed to come back here. To you.”

The warmth on Hongjoong’s cheeks couldn’t be masked, he turned bright red in front of Seonghwa. “I could say missing you is an understatement.”

He uses this as his invitation to hold him in his arms, finally feeling home with his arms wrapped around the smaller shoulders. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as they embrace, holding each other intently. “I didn’t realize the change I needed wasn’t around me, but in me.”

“What do you mean?” The artist wonders, pulling away from him slightly.

Now it’s Seonghwa’s turn to be bashful. “I think I just… needed to admit to myself that you mean more to me than my best friend.”

“You… really?”

“Really.”

The butterflies erupting in Hongjoong’s chest almost become unbearable as he starts to smile and then chuckle. “Thank god I don’t have to be the angsty artist who let ‘the one’ get away.”

Seonghwa laughs along with him, then looks at him fondly. “Well, now I’m back.”

“Like, for good?” He asks, hopeful.

He nods. “Yeah, that job didn’t work out as well as I had hoped, so I’m back here until further notice.”

Hongjoong could be on cloud nine right now. In a now or never decision, he pulls Seonghwa’s lips down to his. He’s been too scared to lose him, but after not being near him for months, Hongjoong couldn’t help himself. He feels his tension loosen when Seonghwa melts into the kiss as well, pulling the artist closer to him.

The older man rests his hands on his waist, relishing in the first kiss between artist and muse. It feels insanely right, almost as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. After torturing himself for those months, being away from him, he can truly appreciate the built up love between the two of them. It soothes all of the nerves he had about tonight.

When Hongjoong pulls away, he still sees the awe in his love’s eyes. They mimic the glow from the painting. He chuckles at the look, planting a quick but soft kiss against his lips again. “I thought I had forgotten how to capture your beauty, I guess I just needed an up close view.”

He smirks and pecks the artists again playfully. “I’d say this is your best work yet.”

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kisshwa · 1 month

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The house demands bf!ateez texts and putting them on a sex ban pls🥺

ask demand and you shall receive!

ATEEZ and PUTTING THEM ON A SEX BAN

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings: a few curse words; mentions of toys, gaslighting/manipulation (all jokes)

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mingwrites · 11 days

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

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

how ateez sound in bed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thelargefrye · 3 months

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ATEEZ AS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHERS ... bullet - point fic ( 17+ )

pairing : teacher!ateez x teacher!f!reader (separately)

genre : teacher au, fluff, comedy, workplace romance, bulletpoint headcanons, implied co-workers to lovers (for all of them), secret relationships (for a lot of them)

word count : 4.1k

warnings : middle schoolers (yes this is needed), mentions of students shipping their teachers, mentions of a past make-out from college (mingi's section)

note : inspired by these prompts and my own job lol

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

what i think it would be like working with ateez in a middle school and perhaps being something more than co-workers with them.

KIM HONGJOONG

he's a math teacher – seventh grade and also head of the math department at the school

when he's teaching, he's in his element and he's very passionate about teaching his student and the content

he was terrible at math when he was a student and often tells his own students in order to motivate them...

sometimes it works but most times it doesn't

he's definitely one of the more stricter teachers at the beginning of the year, but lets up near the end of the year

students love him, like there's not one kid who hates him

some students do wonder how he manages to get away with his funky hair colors, but no one really questions it anymore

he's also very stylish and is known for his fashionable looks that make him look like he just came off the runway

the two of you met when you started teaching at the same school, he's been teaching for two years longer than you have

you also teach seventh grade and immediately clicked as friends on your first day

he answers any questions you have that isn't content related and is kind of seen as the head of the seventh grade as well

he gets along well with the older teachers who have been doing this for 20+ years, those teachers either go to you or him when they need help with the new programs that admin is making them use in class

a lot of the students ask him if you two are dating because you're the younger teachers in the grade-level and are always hanging out

"dating? why are you worried about who i'm dating? we have equations to worry about," he would say and always brush them off

most of the students drop, not really wanting to make hongjoong upset but that doesn't mean the question won't come up again later on

your students will also ask you the same question and like hongjoong, you brush them off and not really answering them

the students would often go back and forth on if you two were dating or not with some even trying to provide "evidence" that you were dating

and some students gave up on thinking that their literature and math teacher were dating

until one day you showed up to school wearing a cardigan

and not just any cardigan

a cardigan that hongjoong wore a month ago, one that students knew was custom made by their teacher himself

and the whole seventh grade lost their minds because holy cow, their literature teacher and math teacher WERE in fact dating

the evidence of you wearing hongjoong's cardigan was enough to convince all the students it was true

so then some of them decided to confront you both

"teacher kim, teacher l/n we know your secret."

you and hongjoong were of course confused because of course your students had to be cryptic about everything... seventh graders 😒

"we know you guys are dating! teacher l/n, you're wearing teacher kim's custom cardigan!"

hongjoong had never turned his head so fast in his life and he immediately looked at the cardigan and sure enough

it was his

and you two were busted because now all your students knew you both were at least something, if not more than friends

PARK SEONGHWA

seonghwa teaches eighth grade reading / literature, he also has his masters in special education and administration

he is also the teacher that heads student council – like he built it from the ground up after the teacher before him let it crash and burn allowed it to be ruined

but seonghwa rebuilt the student council club and now its flourishes thanks to his leadership skills and teaching the students those same leadership skills

being a teacher is like a family job, his mother was a teacher and taught at the same school that he now teaches at

he wanted to become one to continue her legacy

students think he's way too handsome to be a teacher

he's also way too nice to be a teacher but like... none of the students ever give him issues

like even the behavior students don't disrespect him like they would other teachers – its kind of crazy

you had always admired seonghwa because of how good he was at his job and honestly... you were kind of jealous of him too

but you wouldn't dare tell him

you can't help but be amazed when you watch him speak at department meetings and how he always voices his thoughts so elegantly

seonghwa is also never afraid to help you if he sees you struggling or to ask for your opinion during meetings when he notices you haven't spoken

and he'll always back you up which surprises you because you aren't friends or even in the same grade

you kind of developed a crush on him but again you would never tell him or anybody for that matter

which to be honest, your crush and admiration is probably what lead you to volunteering to help out with the student council overnight trip to a student council convention

it was you, seonghwa, plus the ten student council students that qualified to go

you really never knew who exhausting planning a field trip was and seonghwa amazed you once again with how well-planned out the trip was

it kind of made you feel guilty because of how little you did to help out with the planning

"don't feel bad y/n! i'm glad you volunteered to come, i usually struggle with finding someone to come with me to help chaperone."

"really?"

"yeah."

well... that did make you feel a little better

and of course since you two were the only chaperones, that meant the two of you got to room together

the students were pretty sure they almost saw you pass out in the hotel lobby when seonghwa told you that

"teacher l/n, are you okay! you don't look so good!"

"i'm fine..."

"you're fine with sharing a room together right?" seonghwa asks once the two of you are alone in the hotel room

the students were also in their own hotel rooms and winding down after the long trip, you could feel yourself sink into the bed once you got into the room

"its fine, i don't mind," you tell him and seonghwa gives you a warm smile as he settles down on the bed next to yours "are field trips always this exhausting?"

"only the overnight ones"

"great"

JEONG YUNHO

eighth grade history teacher but he's also taught sixth grade history in the past as well

yunho is very serious about teaching and strict when it comes to listening, doing work, being respectful, etc.

especially in the beginning of the year, but does let up a little bit near the end and after exams and stuff

he has a strict schedule that he follows when teaching his content and knows his content like the back of his hand

he has a routine and the students are quick to learn it and make sure the others are at least doing what they are suppose to be doing when the bell rings

but despite how strict and stuff he is, yunho loves teaching and the kids love his class

even if they don't like it at the beginning, the class and yunho will grow on them before the year is over

even the other teachers respect yunho and will ask him on how he teaches certain events and whatnot, always going to him for tips on where to find good materials

yunho is like the jack-of-all-materials

even has his own tpt page because of how much stuff he has made for his own class and co-workers

you will also always find him and san hanging out together in each other's room during their planning time

usually gossiping about students or other teachers

students have learned that when san walks into yunho's room, then its serious because san never leaves his room during class time

also no one ever really bothers yunho because of how strict he is with teaching and getting everything he needs done, to get done

however, students are shocked when you walk into yunho's room one day WHILE he's teaching to ask him a question

like their jaws drop when yunho stops teaching in order to help you with something and laughing with you as he brushes your apology off

it was like they just watched a mean dog turned into the friendliest puppy when you walked in

some of them questioned if they were transported to a different reality because there is no way this is happening

you and yunho are like night and day, yunho with dark button-ups and you with your funky colored pants

"you're seeing this to right?" one of them would whisper to the other students around them

the students were too stunned to speak

"hey! get to work, i expect you to have these notes written down by the time i'm done," yunho would say and immediately the students would get to work

"thank you teacher jeong, i appreciate the help with this new program"

"sure, its no problem," he says as he walks you to the door. "choi came to me during planning asking about it plus some other teachers as well"

"ah, well glad i'm not the only one struggling!" you let out a laugh and yunho returns it and laughs with you, "i'll see you after school, yeah?"

"of course"

you wave as you close the door behind you and yunho immediately goes back into his teaching mode

once again leaving his students shocked and with whiplash from how fast his attitude changed

"we really were in just another reality"

KANG YEOSANG

seventh grade history but wants to one day be a librarian

yeosang loves history but is also certified to teach reading/literature

a lot of the students and teachers love him for how nice he is to everyone

he really connects well with the behavior students, like a lot of them will always say he's there favorite teacher

even the ones who never come to class, go to yeosang's class because who in their right mind who skip teacher kang's class?

no one that's who

students will always go to him when there's an issue because they know he will help them

that's why a lot of them are surprised when they find out him and wooyoung are best friends since high school

"you and teacher jung are best friends!?"

"yep! have been for years!" and yeosang is proud to say that him and wooyoung are best friends and can teach together at the same school

none of the students can get over how handsome he is as well and a lot of sixth graders can only hope to get him in seventh grade

"teacher kang, you're so handsome you could be an actor!"

yeosang can only smile at the comments, not really saying anything as he's use to those comments by now

well coming from his students or other adults that is

however, hearing those comments (or reading them) from you is a different story

he doesn't know how you manage to time it whenever his students are doing independent work but you do

he'll be at his desk or walking around, when you come in and some the students will immediately greet you

you simply smile and wave at them before walking over to hand yeosang something

"i got the stuff from your mailbox while i was at mine," you told him

yeosang thanks you and you smile at him before turning and leaving

you usually go to the mailbox when you need a break from your class and there's already someone in there to help

yeosang looks at the stuff in his hands, and notices the folded piece of paper that had his name written nicely in your handwriting

he opens it as he walks to his desk and immediately feels a warmth overtake his face

'you look really pretty today, yeo ;) can't wait to hangout after school in our usual place! miss you already!'

yeosang quickly stored the note in his desk, before quickly going back to teaching and trying to hide the excitement of seeing you later to the back of his mind

CHOI SAN

eighth grade reading/literature teacher along with seonghwa and school's volleyball coach

he played volleyball when he was in school and so he's very passionate about the sport and his athletes

a tough coach and an even tougher teacher, but only because he knows all his students can do better than what they showing him

like seonghwa with student council, san managed to help the volleyball team go to nationals thanks to his coaching and the his girls' effort and teamwork

a lot of students are scared of him because of how he coaches, especially his athletes – like even just the mention of san gets them scared

but really san just wants the best for all his students and just like volleyball, he's also passionate about his teaching

very writing focused versus seonghwa who is more reading based, but they work really well together to make sure all their students are getting the same knowledge and material

san's not afraid to speak his mind during department meetings and the other teachers know this – like he will straight up call something out if he knows it won't work

seonghwa usually has to cut him off because of this, they are a very funny duo and students love watching them interact

"teacher choi is like a dark cloud and teacher park is like a sunny day"

like the kids, you are also intimidated by him because of how much just pure authority he gives off

like you would think he's a principal from how students act around him

he actually does step up as an admin when the actual principals are out of the building because he does have his masters in administration, so he could very well one day become a principal

but going back to you being intimidated by him 💀

you never really dared to approach him, always sitting on the opposite side of the room during department meetings

mainly because you didn't want to get on his bad side

"please teacher l/n, can you help us start this club?"

"sure, girls!" you were more than happy to help sponsor their club "who's the other teacher?"

you watched as the girls' faces deflated at the question, of course you don't blame them for not knowing that clubs needed two teachers to become official, not just one

"i have a teacher in mind!"

"who?" "tell us!"

"coach choi, can help! especially since volleyball is over!"

you felt the color drain from your face at the thought of san and you running a club together

"teacher l/n will you ask coach choi if he can help us?"

"sure... i'll ask."

"a club?"

"yeah, some of your volleyball girls recommended you and wanted to see if you could be the second teacher sponsor."

"ah, that's right. the school has that stupid two teacher club sponsor rule. always did think that was dumb."

san thought for a minute which felt like a lifetime the longer you stood in his classroom

"sure, why not. i'm sure it'll be fun to run a club together."

"i'm sure the girls will also appreciate it. i'll send you the information when i hear back from the principal about the club."

"of course, if you have any issues let me know."

"will do, thanks!"

that was definitely a lot less nerve-racking then you thought it would be...

maybe running a club san won't be so bad after all

SONG MINGI

mingi is THE ms. frizzle aka the best science teacher you will ever have

he teaches sixth grade science and is always having some sort of fun with testing experiments and theories with the students

science class will forever be ruined after you have him as a teacher because no one is doing it like mingi

literally older students will come by to see either him or wooyoung and they will always ask mingi what he is currently doing in that class

and while he's an amazing teacher – he's also hella clumsy

like students learn fast not to leave their things in the floor if they don't want this 6ft tall man tripping over and possible destroying their things

someone save this man from all those decorative pencil pouches and metal water bottles pls 💀

anyways, a lot of students love mingi because of his fun personality and not because he almost below up the science lab because a experiment gone wrong

very much into team building and having all the students work together towards a goal because he knows how important teamwork is in life and wants students to have it

a lot of students are actually intimidated by him when they first see him because of his tall stature and harsh look

but he's really cool once him and the students build that rapport

so a lot of students were surprised when they found out that you and mingi were best friends

it never really clicked for most of them since you both taught different grades AND subjects

but then during school assemblies and such, you and mingi would always be sitting next to each other

whispering and laughing to each other and it would leave students bewildered when they saw the two of you

like "what in the world are they laughing about?"

"you know... the kiddos asked me the other day about us," you said, leaning over and whispering into his ear

"yeah?"

"they asked me how long we've been friends"

"w-what did you tell them?"

"since college, i left out the part where you made out with my best friend before tripping over her bag and landed into my lap."

you could tell mingi was blushing, his ears turning red at your words

"i-it wasn't like that!"

"i know, no need to feel embarrassed. i agreed to go out with you didn't i?"

you couldn't help the smirk on your face while mingi had a pout on his own, completely forgetting that the two of you were suppose to be watching the talent show and not flirting

JUNG WOOYOUNG

teaches sixth grade math and is an on-going menace to his students

you either love or hate him because of how he teaches and runs his classroom

always changing the seating desk arrangement in his room which keeps students on their toes

he's always a complete 180 from hongjoong who is the head of the math department

like students get whiplash when they go from wooyoung to hongjoong because of how different they are

but that's not to say wooyoung is bad at his job, on the contrary wooyoung is fantastic at his job

always has a math pun ready to whip out when needed and is always dishing out savage remarks to his students when they try to be a smart-ass to him

they learn quick that they won't be able make smart comments with him around

wooyoung is just very blunt with how he's feeling – like if a student makes him mad you'll know he's mad

does a lot of bootcamp punishments (i.e makes them do exercises when they don't listen to him like: jumping jacks, squats, nothing too extreme) this makes kids not want to disrespect him because they know what will happen if they do

some parents have thought it was "extreme" but he simply told them "well it got your child to listen for once in their life" – that shut the parent up real quick

but wooyoung rarely gets serious because he has the respect from students and so those bootcamp punishments are rare and few in-between

most of the time he's fun and playful which also travels over to how he acts with his fellow teachers

including you

wooyoung always visits you when he's on his planning period

like your class can always expect him to stop by at least once during their class

which none of them mind cause that means they can see their favorite math teacher again but don't tell hongjoong that

however with his constant visits, it makes students question if you guys are dating

especially when wooyoung is always complimenting you when you're at your desk and you both think that the students can't hear you

"you look very lovely today, teacher l/n."

"watch yourself, jung."

you eventually have to run wooyoung off so you can get back to teaching

"oh they are totally dating" students would whisper to each other watching the two of you interact

students really really ship you guys together and are always questioning you about your ideal type and stuff

but you always brush off their questions and comments about how you and teacher jung would look great together

and eventually the students had moved on to something else and you were thankfully left alone about your love life by your students

until one day when you and wooyoung were spotted by some students outside of school

you and him had went to the store together, not really thinking about school as you both spent time together

however that peace between the two of you was set ablaze when heard a familiar "teacher l/n! teacher jung!" and snapping the two of you out of your daze

wooyoung was quick to greet the students who approached you both, a smile on his face and arm around his shoulder

and you knew your secret was out because of how the students' zoned in on wooyoung's arm around your shoulder

you couldn't help but dread what would happen when you arrive at school tomorrow

"i didn't like keeping it a secret anyways," he would making you smack the back of his head in response before pushing the shopping cart and walking away from your boyfriend

CHOI JONGHO

eighth grade math who got roped into teaching seventh grade science as well

jongho is really in his element when it comes to math

and is really hanging by a thread when it comes to science

like he's the opposite of mingi and HATES science – like who thought it was a good idea to have this man teach it?

oh, they did a budget cut and so they were down a science teacher? makes sense.

the kids either love or hate him because of how he teaches

his eighth graders and seventh graders are like night and day when it comes to literally everything

it might also have something to do with the content but just let him complain about his seventh graders

you actually found him one day in the workroom stressing over his science while eating his ramen

you remember some of your kids talking about jongho and you've seen him at faculty meetings

but never had a one-on-one conversation with him mainly because he was in a totally different content and grade from you (he was still an eighth grade teacher at the end of the day)

you know hongjoong really likes him and praises him for learning how to adapt so well to a new content era that he never studied in

you think that for a first-year teacher he's doing a lot better than you had when you were in his shoes

and you figure what's the harm in talking to him and seeing how he's doing

"everything going okay, teacher choi?"

he's caught off guard by your voice, jumping and looking up at you as you walk over to get your copies from the copier

"oh, um, i'm fine. just thinking about what i'm gonna do for my science class"

"ahh, that's fair, i still can't believe they have you teaching science and math for your first year"

jongho lets out a laugh which is followed by a small "yeah... i can't either"

"but hongjoong says that you're doing a good job for your first year, so you should be proud! hongjoong never compliments anyone"

"really?"

"really. and just know that if you ever need help just reach out. i know you're not a seventh grade teacher but us who teach seventh grade needs to stick together. its a tough group."

"oh my god, i'm so glad you think that as well! i thought it was just me!"

"oh no, everyone knows seventh grade is always the worse year, we all struggle with them at some point"

"that really makes me feel better about doing my job"

"jongho, you're doing a great job. the kids love you and there will always be those kids that make you feel like you are terrible at your job. but all you have to do is teach to the ones who want to be there, and worry about them."

you tell him the exact same words you were told when you were a first year and thinking the same thing

"thank you, y/n"

you can't help but smile as you nod your head, taking your copies and heading back to your room while jongho finishes his ramen

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Between hard and soft hours tbh but I really can’t stop thinking about a lazy make out session with Seonghwa… with lots of tongue obviously because come on, it’s Seonghwa.

It’d feel so amazing to just have a whole make out session with him, hands on each other’s face or neck.. and maybe an other member (*cough* Choi San) witnessing it and ending up joining the fun……

✩LAZY MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITH SEONGHWA✩

anon, that's so fucking hot.. (seonghwa is just hot yk)

I feel like lazy make out sessions with him usually happen during gloomy or winter days, as he thinks it feels the most romantic that way. He would be the one to initiate them by doing seemingly innocent things that end with him pushing his tongue past your lips in no time.

It would be such a mess, the perfect contrast between lust and love. Just two bodies laying on the bed, some rnb music playing quietly in the background to spice up the mood.

I feel like he's the 'breathy moans' type of guy. Whining into your mouth, describing how much he desires you.. that's what he's into. He isn't afraid of letting out sounds, and he expects you to let out some too, especially when other members are around. It definitely makes him hard as a rock, knowing that his colleagues are listening.

And oh boy.. talking about exhibitionism, I feel like he would purposely leave his door not fully closed, BEGGING in his mind that somebody(ehem, San) would catch you guys in the act. And don't even start on joining. I don't think he would be 100% comfortable with every member, but he would definitely share you with San, Hongjoong or Wooyoung (boy would be already close just by seeing them play with you).

We all have seen that fucking tongue of his. it's long, pointy, and he knows how to use it. he constantly sticks it out during performances, so I imagine him to be an absolute freak. He wins every battle for dominance, even at such slow paced moments.

Spit. SPIT. He loves when your make out sessions are messy, long strings of saliva forming whenever he detaches his plump lips from yours. He would randomly pull away just to stick his tongue out and let his spit slowly drip into your mouth, quickly getting back to business after.

Let's also mention that not every make out session with him is just lips. Oh no no, he is paying attention to everything. Sometimes he lowers himself and plants soft pecks against your neck. Sometimes he gently bites your earlobe, his warm breath tickling your skin. And sometimes he just smothers your whole face with smooches, grinning while he does so. He is a man of passion, but in these moments he just loves to chill out and show you love in a slightly different way.

Oh, and that smirk of his. He would grab different parts of your body unexpectedly, making you let out soft gasps that would trigger his cocky smile. Sometimes it'd be an innocent booty grab, but one second later his hand is slowly sliding under your shirt, his warm fingers exploring your body, getting closer to the sensitive areas on your chest.

After about half an hour, he will lose the ability to think straight. His hand would slide into your pants and quickly find your opening, slowly forcing two fingers into your tight hole. He would hit every sweet spot while still kissing you, getting "annoyed" and spanking you every time you get distracted by the pleasure.

Oh, yes.

I love him, man😭😭😭😭

should I make it a fic? 👀 (I feel like this is way too short, I'm sorry)

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thewonandonly · 1 year

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23:44 — baby, have you never been like that? a night i want to leave without any plans, please take me anywhere but home | anywhere but home by SEULGI

seonghwa offered the helmet to her, his hand not wanting to give it up due to the fact that he never had a second rider with him; save for the single time he had to pick her up from the sketchy taxi driver.

seonghwa could feel his blood run cold as he offered his coworker the helmet.

"give..." it took both of her hands and one of seonghwa's to tug the helmet back and forth, "give. me. it!" she pulled it from his hands, before putting it over her head and fumbling with the strap, "you know, it's been a week, and you're still protective over a helmet." she mumbled, poking her tongue against her cheek as she tried to get a feel for the clasp.

seonghwa sighed, standing up and slowly guiding the strap through the clasp, tightening it. his hands were gentle, and almost shaking as he pulled it tight enough.

"ready?" he asked plainly, looking at her.

she raised an eyebrow, "what?"

seonghwa immediately placed his hands on top of the helmet, and shook it around on her head, checking to see if it was secure.

he couldn't help but chuckle as she screeched as he moved her head around, before patting the top of the helmet and nodded to her, "you're all good." he nudged his head to the bike, "get on." he swung his leg over the bike and placed his phone into the holder, before pulling on his gloves and intertwining his fingers together to keep them flush against his skin. "are you gonna get on?"

seonghwa could tell that you were recovering from the shaking of the helmet, before she stumbling around, throwing her leg over the bike and resting her foot onto the foot pedals, "jesus christ, was it really necessary to do that?"

"always gotta make sure it's on safely." he pushed the key into the ignition.

she tapped her helmet, "yunho's never done that to me before." she mumbled.

seonghwa sighed, adjusting his own helmet and turned to her, "doesn't he drive a moped?" he chuckled softly, turning the key, "he doesn't need to do that if it doesn't go over 40." seonghwa spoke a little louder over the rumble of the engine, "hold on tight."

she wrapped her arms around his torso, just as he began to kick off out into the road, she tightened her arms around his waist. and she only relaxed when the two of them stopped at a red light.

seonghwa flipped up the eye shield, turning to her, "you can't wrap your arms around me so tightly." he complained, his hands resting on the gas tank of the bike, "it constricts my movement." he scoffed, "when we turn, lean with me. the center of gravity shifts on a turn."

"i know how to ride on a motorbike." she complained, "or a scooter."

seonghwa rolled his eyes, "a moped." he turned to the light, "just... don't hold onto me so tight." he flipped the eye shield back down and turned around the corner.

despite being on the back of a motorbike, you could see all the lights overhead, a smile crossing your face under the helmet. the rumbling of the engine almost felt nostalgic as well.

seonghwa pulled up to an older looking house, and you looked to seonghwa, who placed his feet on the ground.

"this isn't my complex."

"i know." seonghwa scoffed, "wooyoung needed something from me."

wooyoung came out wearing a black sweater that looked almost like a dress on him, aside from the plaid pajama pants covering his legs.

as soon as he saw the both of you, his face lit up like a christmas tree.

"hey! yn's here!" he chuckled, "if i knew you were coming, i would've gotten all done up." he smiled, "where are you both headed?"

"she got ditched by her friends." seonghwa mentioned.

you gasped, rolling your eyes, "i didn't get ditched. mingi's with his mom, san went out of town and yunho and jongho are workaholics." you smiled at wooyoung, "so, seonghwa's giving me a ride home."

"yipee." seonghwa sang sarcastically, pulling whatever wooyoung needed from his backpack.

wooyoung sighed, "if only my bike was fixed, i could've taken you home." wooyoung gave a playful wink to you, holding his hands out for what seonghwa was giving him.

seonghwa looked at him through the helmet, "just for that, i don't think i'm gonna give you what you need." he revved the bike.

wooyoung grumbled, "come on, bro!" he gaped, "i need it."

seonghwa shrugged, "take back the comment."

"dude, it wasn't a jab. i was just saying, if my bike was fixed, you wouldn't have to give her rides home."

seonghwa rolled his eyes, "whatever." seonghwa dropped the snacks into wooyoung's hands, "don't make a mess."

"don't even worry about it, hwa. joong's in there." he chuckled, "thank you, bro! yn, i hope he gets you home safe. if you ever need a ride, don't hesitate to call."

"thank you, wooyoung." you laughed, your arms wrapping around seonghwa's torso again, "i'll keep that in mind."

"get back here safe, hwa." wooyoung nodded, "don't go crazy with a lady there."

"she can handle it." he revved the engine again before turning around on the street.

shouting over the wind and the rumbling, you asked seonghwa, "was that wooyoung's house?"

seonghwa shouted back, "it's mine." he pulled out onto the street, driving back towards your complex.

which was only a 5 minute drive from his house.

with such close proximity to each other, both on the motorbike and the houses, you were surprised you haven't seen seonghwa around the neighborhood before. if you did, you knew you wouldn't have forgotten him.

seonghwa pulled into the parking garage, and turned off the engine, dropping the kickstand and letting you climb off the bike, "here we are." he pushes up the eye shield and pulls off a glove to begin typing into his phone.

you unstrap the helmet, gently passing it to him just as he moves the bag from his chest to his back, "thank you, seonghwa. i appreciate it."

"don't mention it." he waved it off, shoving the helmet into his backpack.

"do you wanna come upstairs and have something warm before you head back?" you offered, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweater, "it might help with the wind. it's a bit chilly."

seonghwa shook his head, "no, it's fine." he tightened the bag straps with his thumbs, "i should head back. wooyoung is probably making a mess of the house already."

you nodded, "not a problem." you smiled, "thank you, again."

seonghwa flips the eye shield back down, driving out of the parking garage and looked both ways before driving off, leaving you to stand just outside your apartment building, once again.

you made your way up to your apartment, feeling alone in the empty apartment. mingi was kind enough to wash the dishes and clean the apartment for the weekend before he left, leaving a note with food to order, like you were a teenager.

you wandered over to your bedroom, falling onto your bed, your bag hanging from your hand as you turned to look at the balcony outside.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ; unfortunately, i've been looking for a new job so i was unable to write a new chapter so please accept this extra for a post today 🫶🏻

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

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𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

'late night'

Mingi x fem!reader

You try to maintain innocence when your boyfriend, Mingi, asks you to spend the night with him for the first time... but soon you can't help but lose control

A/n: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this, just wanted to let you all know that I might not be posting as much when school starts back up but I will try my best! Requests are open and highly encouraged right now! Don't forget to reblog/give feedback on this if you liked it! Hope everyone is well and happy new year! :)

Genre: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fluff

Warnings: Smut, mature content (minors DNI) pet names, handjob, fingering, squirting, protected sex, rough sex, slight degradation (not rlly), mature language

You sighed as the silence of the dorm helped you relax. There was just something so calming about the place when everyone else had gone to bed, leaving you and Mingi alone to enjoy each other's company. That's exactly what you two were doing on this late Friday night as your boyfriend of a few months was fiddling with his phone on the couch across from you, waiting for you to finish the rest of the week's work on your laptop.

You can't help but crack a smile to yourself as you hear him let out a soft sigh of his own, impatience laced within it.

"So... how much longer do you have?" He finally asks. You do all you can to suppress a giggle as you shut your laptop, making him raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"I've been done for a while now, I just wanted to see how long you could go before asking." You snicker, proudly.

"Hey!" He cries out, jumping up from his spot and charging toward you. You quickly push your laptop to the side in order to save it from his oncoming attack.

"Mingi, no!" You laugh as he towers over you, fingers digging into your sides to tickle you.

"Sorry, but this is payback!" Suddenly, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You continue to giggle with what little air you have left in your lungs.

"Ha!" He shouts in triumph before tossing you down onto the couch he sat on before. He quickly scoots in beside you, trapping you within his broad embrace. You try to move in order to get yourself comfortable, but his hold only tightens around you.

"Mingi! Let me move!" You protest.

"No can do, doll." He says before planting a smooch on your forehead. But soon enough, he helps shift you around so that you're lying on top of him, head resting on his chest with a warm blanket over the two of you.

"What about now, is this better?" He asks, mischievously. You roll your eyes before perching yourself up to hover over his face.

"Yes," You respond, pressing your lips to his. "Thank you, Mings." He smiles at the nickname, cheeks forming a slightly pink tint as you lay your head back down on his chest.

Mingi briefly lets go of you to reach for the remote on the coffee table before putting on the show that the two of you have been watching. But between the sound of his heartbeat in your ear and his warmness surrounding you on this cold night, you're already being lulled to sleep.

"Want me to get some snacks or anything to drink, love?" He asks as the opening credits begin.

"Mm-mm," You hum, nuzzling your head further into him. "Don't go anywhere, please..." He chuckles, pulling up the blanket some more.

"So now you want me to stay?" He teases. You scoff in response, cocking your head up to peck his jawline before settling back into him again.

Just like that, you're out like a light and the next thing you know Mingi is gently shoving your shoulder to wake you.

"Babe? Hello? You still with me?" You fight the weight of your eyelids as you see the episode has already ended.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I fell asleep." You apologize, rubbing at your tired eyes.

"It's okay, baby." Mingi snickers, peppering kisses across your face to help you wake up. You giggle in response, moving off of him. You're about to get up off the couch to start packing your things so you can take a late cab home.

"Hey," Mingi suddenly says, prompting you to turn back around to face him. His eyes meet yours, holding words he hasn't yet spoken within them.

"What's up?" You ask him, concerned. He shifts around awkwardly, biting his lip before continuing.

"Do you want to... stay the night this time?" He asks, "I would just hate to make you go home so late... and with the weather like this, I mean everything's practically frozen over out there."

"Oh..." You say, not because you don't want to but because you had never spent a night with each other before. You'd shared many late nights at the dorm and so has he at your place, but the guest always ends up going home, even if it was at some ungodly hour.

"Would it be okay? I mean with the other boys here and everything..."

"Oh, yeah!" Mingi answers your question of concern. "Don't worry, they won't mind!"

For some reason, you're still not so sure. You love Mingi. He's the person that makes you feel safe and loved above everyone else. So why does this proposal make you so nervous? Maybe it's just because it's a first.

"Are you sure?" You ask, faintly. He smirks, shaking his head as he moves to be closer to you.

"Of course, I would love you to stay the night with me. I'm the one suggesting it!" He kisses your temple.

"It's completely up to you, my love." He insists before wrapping his arm around you, messaging his thumb into your shoulder. His words of assurance make you smile and lean into his touch.

"Okay, then it's fine with me!" You exclaim.

He makes sure the tv and lights are off as you gather all your things from the living room before following his lead down the hallway into his bedroom. He retrieves a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants of his for you to borrow before disappearing into his connected bathroom to give you some privacy. Even with him not in the room, you still can't help but blush as you change out of your clothes and into his. While you wait for him to come out, you make yourself comfortable under his blankets as you climb into his bed.

You begin to feel giddy when you take a breath and your senses flood with the smell of his cologne on the sheets. That's when the bathroom door opens, and you do a double take at the sight before you. Mingi's tall frame peaks out through the doorway. The only thing adorning his chest is a simple silver chain, which you recognize as your gift to him for your three-month anniversary. All that's left on display is his toned form, with gray sweats hanging loosely around his hips.

You're almost ashamed that the look of it all makes gulp as you begin to feel dizzy. And you're even more ashamed when you find yourself subconsciously pressing your thighs together. You pull the blanket up some more in hopes to hide your actions better, eyes never leaving him as he pulls his hair band back and shakes out his messy locks, slightly damp from having washed his face.

You try to muster up at least a little bit of composure as he looks over at you, smiling before climbing into his bed next to you.

"Are you comfortable enough?" He asks.

"Oh, yeah! This is perfect." You comment, trying to keep yourself together. Still, you can't stop your eyes from roaming his body, which Mingi finally picks up on. He smirks, resting a hand on your thigh over the blanket.

"Uh huh, anything else you see that you like?" Your cheeks flush and you playfully smack his shoulder.

"Shut up..." You grumble, burrowing yourself further into the covers. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around you to pull you into his chest. You grow even more flustered as you finally make contact with his smooth, warm skin.

"Sorry I'm not dressed more modestly, I don't meant to be so impolite with a lady over and everything," He winks at you. "But I can't sleep with much on."

You decide to test the waters, letting your hand splay out across his chest beside your head.

"When did I ever complain?" You ask, sheepishly. You tense up as he lets out a deep laugh at your response.

"Well, if it makes you feel better... I'm all yours to look at and touch as much as you want." His words, though intended to be lighthearted, send a chill down your spine. You let yourself relax and sink further into his bare chest as his arms wrap tightly around you once more, one rubbing soothing circles into your back while the other strokes your hair.

He puts on some dimer lighting before hitting play on a slow playlist.

"Goodnight, doll." He says, before kissing your forehead.

"Night..." You mumble. Mellowness overtakes every inch of your body... minus the growing heat in your core. It's what guides your eyes down to wander across his abs... traveling lower to his hips as you start to picture what they might look like rolling into yours. The image makes you squirm.

"You okay, love?" You hear Mingi's voice call in the faint darkness.

"Mingi..." You whimper, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You press your lips against his a couple of times, with each kiss lingering more and more. He hums before pulling one of your legs over to the other side of him so that you're sitting in his lap, kisses becoming more passionate. You let your hands tangle in his hair as your lips continue to dance with his. He moans softly into you when your tongue slips into his mouth, and you start to grind against him.

"Mmm, slow down, baby." He mumbles into a kiss. Worry overtakes you as you pull away from him.

"I'm... I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" You ask, eyes widening.

"Shh, no baby. You're okay." He sits up more, leaving a soft peck on your lips to reassure you.

"I just want to make sure this is what you really want..." He asks, becoming a little flustered himself.

"I just don't want you to think this is the only reason I asked you to stay the night."

You smile at his concern. The two of you had yet to be intimate but you've talked about it before. Mingi told you he was most comfortable with letting you decide when the time was right because he didn't want you to feel like he was ever pressuring you into it. Although you hadn't pictured your first time with him being as spontaneous as this was, it still felt like the right moment. Everything just feels so perfect... being with him in his warm bed. You feel so close to him, yet you crave more.

"I know, Mingi. Don't worry, this is what I want..." You whisper, cupping his face in your hands. "I want you so bad right now."

He nods before letting you lean back in to kiss him again. His hands find their way to your hips, urging you to move against him. You both groan at the friction it makes, sending sparks of electricity between you. His hands start to travel lower, but before they reach their destination...

"Can I touch you here?" He asks, almost breathlessly. You smile as your heart swells at how careful he is being with you.

"Yes, Mings. You can touch me anywhere you'd like." He grabs a handful of your ass in his big palms, guiding your movements. Your hands begin to travel south as well, sweeping over his chest and down to his stomach. You snake one hand down in between your bodies, cupping him through his pants.

"Fuck, baby..." He sighs against your lips before moving his own down to your neck.

"Mmm, Mingi..." You call out as the warmth of his breath against your skin makes you grow even more sensitive. You pull his sweats down enough for his hard cock to spring out. The sight of it makes you bite down on your lip as you wrap your fingers around it. He moans, tossing his head back as you start to stroke him. You take the opportunity to leave a few little kisses on the underside of his jaw.

"You're so big, Mingi." You mumble as your kisses trail down his neck and onto his shoulder. You can't help but practically shudder at the feeling of him throbbing in your hand. The sight of his tip becoming redder and leaking more precum with every pump makes you even wetter. Mingi guides your chin up to face him, eyes meeting his already fucked out ones.

"You're so beautiful... touching me like this." You lean into his touch when he moves his hand to cup your cheek.

"And you're absolutely breathtaking, you know that?" You say, leaning in to kiss him once more. You watch his brow furrow as you pick up the pace, stroking him faster.

"Okay, doll..." He coos, grabbing your wrist to stop you. You pout, longing to finish him off. He smiles at your expression, placing a kiss upon your frown.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just don't want to cum yet," He says, giving you another kiss as he slides his pants back up. "I'd much rather do that while I'm inside you..."

He takes advantage of your state of shock at his words, gently grabbing your hips to turn you around.

"Your turn, doll." He spreads his legs so you can sit down in between them, your back pressed snuggly against his chest. You move to lift his sweatshirt up off of you, but he stops you again.

"No, keep it on," He gently commands. "You're gonna look so pretty in it when I make you cum..."

"Mingi!" Every time he speaks in his low voice it makes you squirm even more. He chuckles, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides.

"Be good for me, doll." He tells you, as he helps you out the sweats he gave you. You shiver as the chilly air in the room comes in contact with your skin, but Mingi quickly comes to your rescue, big, warm hands rubbing up your thighs, gently prying them apart. Your chest swells with anticipation as his fingers come closer to where you want them. You jump when he moves his head, so his lips are right by your ear and his hand rubs over your clothed cunt.

"Mmm, so wet. You soaked your pretty little panties, sweet girl." He comments, making you wriggle against his chest. He slowly slides your underwear down your legs, and you eagerly kick them to the side. You can hear the hitch in his breath when he finally sees your wet pussy waiting for him. You cry out into the dim night when you finally feel one of his slim fingers run up your folds, catching your clit.

"Ah, Mingi!" You whimper, letting your head fall back onto him. He wraps his other arm around your waist to secure you against him. He spends a few minutes exploring you, paying attention to what exactly gets you to whine for him, before he resorts to rubbing slow circles into your clit.

"Does that feel good, doll?" He asks, lips littering kisses behind your ear as he continues his ministrations.

"So good, Mingi. God..." You run your hand up his bicep of the arm wrapped around you. He goes back to spreading your wetness around, groaning at the sound it makes.

"Can I put my fingers inside, baby?" He asks. You buck into him, too needy to form speech.

"Use your words, doll..." He demands, a slightly stern tone in his voice.

"Yes, Mings. Please, I want it so bad." You plead, desperation being your only motivation to fulfill his request. With that, he's slipping a long finger past your entrance.

"Fuck!" You hiss. He fills you up all the way, the length of his digit fits like a glove inside of you. He takes the time to experiment more, curling his finger as he slides it in and out of you. All while your grip is tightening around his arm.

"M-more, please." You beg, looking up at him with doe eyes. He smiles, pressing his lips to your head as he grants you your wish. You moan his name when he slips another finger in, constantly prodding at the sweet spot within you. You start to feel the familiar knot form within the pit of your stomach.

"Mingi... I'm close." You warn. He nods before he starts to suck on your neck, bringing his hand wrapped around you to rub at your clit again.

"Yes, just like that!" You whine, hands moving to grip the sheets beside you.

"So beautiful, doll," Mingi coos. "You're doing so good for me." With a few more thrusts of his fingers and swipes to your clit, you come undone for him. You lean all of your weight back against him as pleasure completely washes over you. Mingi takes his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips to clean them off as he continues to rub your clit to help you ride out your high.

As your orgasm finishes, he helps you move to lie back down. You feel his lips travel across every corner of your body, lifting you out of the daze he previously put you in.

"Mmm, I was right. You do look pretty when you cum in this." He teases, playing with the hem of his own sweatshirt on you. You giggle, pulling him down by his chain for a kiss. You moan when you taste yourself on him.

"Doing okay, baby doll?" He asks, a hand comes up to brush hair from your face as he supports his weight on the other.

"I'm amazing, Mings... you're amazing." You say, planting a peck on the tip of his nose. He scrunches up his face as he finally starts to lift his hoodie off of you.

"Only the best for you." He states as you sit up so he can finish taking it off of you. You can't help but blush under his dark gaze as he finally sees your fully bare form for the first time.

"So damn gorgeous..." He whispers, lips latching back onto your skin. You sigh, enjoying the warmth of his kiss. You arch your back when he suddenly attaches his mouth around one of your nipples.

"Mingi..." You whimper when his hand comes up to play with the other. You comb your fingers through his hair as he revels in the sweet taste of your skin. It all makes the neediness return to your core. You reach out toward the hem of his pants, tugging at them as a sign. He pulls away from your chest to look up at you.

"Are you ready, love?" He asks. You nod, frantically.

"Words..." He practically growls as his thumb comes up to swipe at your bottom lip.

"Please, Mingi..." You whine. "I need you to fuck me now." You watch him close his eyes, sighing as if your plead for him was a breath of fresh air. He climbs off the bed for a moment to reach into his drawer. He pulls out a condom, making sure to lock eyes with you as he tears it open with his teeth. He rolls his sweats all the way off this time, quickly sliding the condom down his length.

You spread your legs for him as he crawls back onto the bed, making him smirk. He takes his cock and runs it up and down your folds a few times, causing you both to hiss.

"Let me know if it's too much, doll." He requests with one last kiss to your lips. With that, he pushes into you.

"God, you feel so good, so tight, baby..." Mingi calls out in awe. You reach down to rub your clit to help ease the delicious stretch he gives you. He continues his kisses down your neck in order to further sooth you.

"Mingi... you can move now." You encourage him. He shivers as he pulls back out of you, the feeling of your wet walls protesting his leaving almost too much to bare. He pushes back into you, setting a steady pace. Your head falls back, completely lost in the way he fills you, leaves you empty, then fills you again. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he processes the same feeling. You rake your nails softly down his back as his cock finds your sweet spot, making your breath hitch.

"I can't believe you're mine... God, you're beautiful..." You kiss his shoulder as he rambles on sweet nothings in your ear. He's fucking you so good,,. but your mind begins to wander off to darker thoughts and desires.

"Mingi... do you want to be a little more rough with me?" He doesn't still, but he slows a bit as he reflects on what you had just asked of him.

"Do you want that?" He asks. You nod but then remember he likes words.

"Yes, Mingi... give it to me. I want everything you have in you." Your words ring clear as you look directly into his eyes. You try your best to hide the chill you get as lust fully takes over his dark orbs. He quickens his pace, leaning down to kiss you more harshly this time. You groan as he rails into you, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, he pulls out of you all together.

"Turn around, doll." You don't think twice before getting on your hands and knees for him. He lets out a deep growl at the sight of your ass sticking up in the air for him. You yelp in delight as his large hand lands a hard slap on it. He quickly enters you again, gripping your hips as he returns to his harsher pace.

"Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this. God, I love this ass..." He rants, spanking you again. Your eyes roll back as he pounds into your sweet spot over and over again, head planting into the sheets.

"Fuck, Mingi! Right there!" You shout as a more intense feeling builds up in your core. Suddenly, his hand wraps around your face to cover your mouth. It's unexpected, but it turns you on, even more, when you hear your own muffled moans. That and the sound of his skin slapping against yours sends you teetering over the edge, and you spray your release this time all over the bed.

"Oh fuck! Baby doll that's so hot..." Mingi groans, leaning down to plant hot kisses across your spine. You feel the vibration of his voice against your body as he moans at his release. He cums into the condom inside of you, making sure you're settled down on the bed before pulling out of you. He collapses down beside you after discarding the condom and you roll on your side to face him. He smiles at you, pulling you into a sweet kiss, contrasting with his previous rough nature.

"So that's what you're into?" He asks, teasingly. You blush, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

"Maybe a little... but every single thing about this night was amazing." You tell him.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, angel." He says, kissing you. "Cause we'll be doing it a lot more often from now on."

You both move to lay back under to covers and he pulls you back into his chest. You spend the rest of the restless night talking about anything under the sky.

"Oh... by the way, I'm just curious," You begin. "Why did you cover my mouth at the last second?"

"Oh well, it had finally occurred to me... that we are in fact in a dorm with other people sleeping in it." He admitted. Your eyes widen in horror as the realization hits you as well.

"Breakfast might not be the most fun... but I think it was worth it." Mingi teases one final time before kissing your forehead.

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