a/n : sad first attempt at gn reader. i could definitely use some pointers so help me out pls
wc : 700
“jonghooo, how much longer ?” you whined. you looked at your boyfriend who was sat in a leather office chair. the sleeves of his black button up were rolled up to his elbows and his suit jacket hung behind him on the chair. he was a busy man, dealing with mafia business and negotiations that he wanted you to be away from.
it’s why you were so patient for him while he was out dropping bodies left and right. if he could take the soul out of someone for you, then you could be good and wait for him. but it had been so so long. 5 more minutes turned into 2 hours and your need for him just kept growing. jongho didn’t even respond to you this time as he continued to look through papers frantically.
you pouted, whining and going up to him. “daddy ? please listen.” you were given a quiet “hm ?” as a response. it clearly wasn’t enough because he still didn’t look at you and he never even gave you a proper response. so you decided to take matters into your own hands, climbing on his lap and grabbing his face with both of your hands.
jongho finally looked at you, giving you the attention you needed. “baby, i’m almost done.” he pleaded. “but you keep saying that.” you pouted. you were sure to give him the biggest puppy eyes and jutted your lip out perfectly as you stared at him through your lashes. clearly unamused, jongho leaned back into his chair, crossing his thick strong arms over his chest.
“why can’t you be patient, doll ?” he asked. his tone was calm but you knew his stance was anything but. “i’ve been waiting all day and it’s been three hours since you came home. daddy, i need you.” you whined. your hands pawed at his belt buckle slightly. but jongho was quick to notice. he clicked his tongue.
“sweetheart.. if you want me this bad, you’re gonna have to do something about it yourself.” he tilted his head to the side, staring with a small smirk and hooded eyes. his strong hands wrapped around your waist, maneuvering you onto one of his strong thighs. his thighs were one of his best features. muscular and thick, and they looked so good every time you caught him in the home gym with basketball shorts on.
“ride my thigh.” he demanded. your eyes widened in shock and shame. it was definitely something you had thought of doing before but him catching you off guard like this... you were unsure. as if sensing your feelings, jongho brought two hands to your waist, slowly lowering you onto his thigh. he flexed it so it caught your core perfectly. “come on, baby. you weren’t so shy when you approached me about needing me to fuck you. why so shy now ?”
he egged you on as you slowly found purchase in his muscular thigh. dragging your heated core back and forth. you pajama shorts were soaked through and stained his expensive grey slacks and your eyes teared up, knowing the punishment you’d receive later.
“d-daddy ‘m sorry. didn’t mean to rui-” but he shut you up with a kiss instead. jongho’s hands found purchase on your ass, kneading and using it to drag you across his thigh faster. his tongue slid along yours and you cried into his mouth, body jolting each time as he flexed his thigh to pleasure you more properly.
your orgasm was getting closer and closer. with the way jongho’s hands were manhandling your hips, you were confident that your orgasm would cause stars to burst behind your eyes. embarrassment filled you as you felt a stronger urge to pee. “d-daddy, ‘m gonna-” you cried before your orgasm interrupted your sentence.
you made a bigger mess than intended on jongho’s thighs and he couldn’t stop staring at where your intimate parts and his thigh connected. you buried your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment, wetting his collar with your tears. “ ‘m sorry.” you whined repeatedly but it didn’t really seem like jongho minded because he just begged you to make a mess on his leg again.
“won’t you be good and cum on my thigh one more time, sweetheart ?”
Here you can find all of my Ateez works so far, I hope you enjoy and I will try to update this list as regularly as I can!
Ateez in Littlespace
CW: age regression, mommy/daddy mentions but not sexual, fluff.
Ateez + Dollification Kink
CW: crossdressing, lingerie, bondage, body writing, praise, degradation, overuse of “doll”, crying, breeding kink, vaginal sex, anal/pegging, vibrators, gangbang mention, dirty talk, Seonghwa calls his dick his “doll parts”, taking pictures, master/slave dynamics kinda (mostly Wooyoung, they all call reader “master”), there’s a little bit of spit/drool kink in there.
‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.
The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.
He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.
The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.
Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.
With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.
He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.
You: good morning love <3
You: i hope you slept well last night :>
You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<
You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?
You: I Love You <33
Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.
After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.
Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~
Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.
Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️
You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.
You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.
This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.
Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.
Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.
You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.
As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.
You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in
You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.
With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.
When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--
You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.
“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.
“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.
“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.
The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.
“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.
“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.
Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.
“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”
Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.
As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.
“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.
“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.
“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”
“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.
“It’s true though.”
When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.
“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.
You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.
“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”
Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.
“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.
“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.
You pull back to swipe your lips with your tongue, knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.
The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.
When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.
“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.
“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.
You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.
Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.
When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.
You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.
He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.
“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”
You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.
“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.
At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?
“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.
It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.
Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.
Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.
Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.
“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”
Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.
Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.
“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.
And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.
Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.
When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.
Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.
“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.
“No, that’s gross.”
Your jaw drops in shock,
“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.
All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.
After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.
“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”
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ATEEZ WITH BREEDING KINKS
pairings: ateez (seperately) x fem!reader
genre: suggestive, smut, bullet-point
18+ content - minors dni
warnings: breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected vaginal sex
taglist ; @wooyoungsbae
regular masterlist | the pirates map (navi)
has definitely thought about it
but was scared to bring it up to you
he'd mark you with hickeys, write his name on your skin in ink, but drew a - reasonable - line at fucking you full of his cum?
one night, you two were... yknow
"fuck, where do you want my cum, baby?" he asks as he presses kissed against your neck, making sure to be gentle around the already forming bruises
when you whine that you want him to come inside... oh shit
its all over for you
and once you saw the smirk and quirked brow he offered you, you realized that it was over for you as well
"yeah? want me to fill you up?" he says, his thrusts quickening as he seems to push deeper than he had before. "you want me to fuck my cum into your pretty pussy?"
all you could do was whine as you felt his warm seed fill your insides <3
he likes how close it makes you two feel to one another !!
he's never really thought about it
to be fair, neither had you
it was a very,, spur of the moment kind of thing
you were both so invested in making the other feel good, you were willing to do anything to make the other feel more pleasure
he didn't realize it would be something he - and you - would enjoy that much until the time came
"are you close, honey?" he asks against your shoulder as you bounce on top of him, taking him so well
"so c-close, joongie," you say, your voice breaking slightly as a moan escapes you. "inside, please. wan' it s-so bad, please."
he couldn't deny you even if he wanted to
the way your face shifts into one of sheer pleasure once you feel his seed inside
he cant wait to see you like that again
i feel like he has thought about it the most out of every ateez member
i feel like he acts very laid back, but is actually quite possessive of you
"hang out with who you want, but once you come home, i'll make sure you know who loves you the most" type of bf
is not afraid of marking you
neck, thighs, chest - there's been a hickey there at some point
he understands that the thought of getting pregnant can be scary, so he never brought up the thought of cumming inside of you unless you presented the idea first
so when you looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to fill you up
it felt like he had just regained all of his previous stamina from how his pace increased
"aww, does tiny want my cum inside her? make her tummy nice and round so everyone knows who she belongs to?" he would taunt, watching as you moan. "bet you'd like that, hm?"
he would be weary at first
he was always super cautious, so when you brought it up to him casually, he thought you were joking
once he found out you were serious, he took some time to think about it
you were on the pill, after all
"holy shit-" he would say as he finishes inside, watching as your squirm under him. the feeling of his cum around himself as he fucked into you, it was better than he could have ever imagined. "g-gonna get hard again, you feel so good."
let's just say, he didn't even get a chance to pull out before he got hard again
he would 100% tease you about it when you brought it up
would have you come sit on his lap as you talked about it, looking up at your with half lidded eyes as you explained it to him
nodding every now and then and watching as you stuttered above him
would smirk once you finished talking
i think you know where it goes from there
you'd be on top of him, he'd be bouncing you up and down as he attacked your neck, whispering praises about how you were so good, and how you are gonna look so pretty with a round tummy
once he finished inside, he'd insist on you staying on top of him with his cock still inside you
"we don't want any to spill out, do we?"
he'd be a bit flustered at first
he feels like that's something super intimate, and you wanted to do it with him???
he'd take such good care of you
"are you ready, love?" he says from above you, your face flushed and lips puffy as you look at him. "you look so beautiful like this."
a straggled moan leaves his mouth as he finishes inside you, not used to the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he fills you
his breathing goes rigid as he looms over you, your breath mixing with his as he leans down and kisses your lips softly
"can we please do that again?"
he is on you so fast
does not waste a SECOND
lips on yours, pushing you against the nearest surface
he loved how you so quickly responded to him, whining for him and begging
he would Fuck You Against The Wall
holds you up while pounding into you <3
"you're gonna have to beg for it, doll"
and oh, you do
when he finally cums inside, he stills himself, leaning against you and smushing you between him and the wall as you both catch your breath
"do you think you have another round in you?" he asks, his hips rutting into yours softly, the thought of filling you up again already getting him hard
feel like he'd be like "why do you want a baby when i'm right here >:|"
then you explain that it was just for the thought and he was like "ohhhh :O"
yeahh much like wooyoung - wastes no time
he leads you to your shared room and lays you down gently, taking his time with you
he treats you so well :(
but when he finally finishes inside you, something suddenly changes in him
the feeling of you so desperately milking his cock of everything he had to offer riled him up more
after you both came, his pace didn't let up
"j-jongho! 's too mu-much!"
"you can fit a bit more can't you? i want to watch it drip from your pretty pussy."
“If my memory serves me right, I told you to choose a navy blue tie, haven’t I?”
You sighed as your fiancé made his entrance to your office without a care to your protest. You thanked your assistant with your head who was fixing your black jacket. Hongjoong had been working with you ever since you took over your job and was your biggest source of help. He took care of you and your personal life since you had tendency to lose control over it sometimes. To be honest, he was also like a big brother: which was why he chuckled as the one he called “the problem child” was unable to fulfill the only task he was given. He had won the bet you had.
“You owe me a meal.”
Your secretary saluted you before leaving the office to give you two some privacy. You sighed as Wooyoung got comfortable on the single couch in front of your big glass desk. He was cladded in a beige and white suit with two of his buttons open to reveal the tip of his collarbones. He was supposed to match your navy blue dress-shirt with his tie. However, it seemed he had plans of his own. Today was supposed to be the day of the press conference where your companies announced your engagement and the color-matching was a necessity in your opinion since you seemed nowhere to be in love.
He checked the clock on his wrist. You two still had fifteen minutes until it was time to do the announcement that would signal the end of your independent life.
“I won’t apologize, darling since I got us something better.”
Deciding to ignore his words, you approached him from the back of the desk after getting a box from the drawer next to the library. As you got closer, his distraction went to your perfectly round butt covered tightly by your skirt. It wasn’t long or as tight but you were working out enough to be the way you felt proud yourself since the breaks in your schedule as short like the dresses worn by your fiancé’s past lovers seen at parties. Wooyoung found his eyes lingering on you, well on your curves, meaninglessly for a second before collecting himself. He knew you wouldn’t give into the temptation: not in your personal life or sexual one. A background check was made way before you had come to an agreement in that restaurant. You were the perfect leash that his parents would have the ability to control him with. Your image was so important that your dignity wouldn’t approve to hear the gossip created by your husband. The society would blame and try to control you even if you didn’t even care if something had happened to him on normal conditions. To add up to the equation, he would never settle down, let alone with a workaholic woman who was evidently programmed to avoid relationships while there were many other people hoping to be an assistance to his needs and desires. Despite the regretful situation at hand, he decided to regard it as a challenge. At least he thrived for them and now, you were his new possible entertainment, not to mention you two were stuck with each other in the South Korea’s borders. Just when you were pulling out the tie out of its box, he swiftly pulled you so that you found yourself sitting on his lap with his arm supporting you from the waist. Momentarily your eyes grew from the action of falling but you came back to your senses just as fast without him realizing the change. Your voice came out bored.
“If this is the ‘something better’ you are talking about: I hate to break it to you but I’m not interested.”
As if not even a least bothered by his actions, just to avoid him getting more enthusiastic, you insisted on making him put the tie on while still sitting on his lap with an unchanged expression. This time, he was the one whose eyes grew. You never ceased to do the unexpected. Wooyoung initially thought you would despise the contact and shove him off but there you were, calmly sitting on his muscular thighs insisting on the navy blue cloth and not even showing a sign of blush. However, he was never the one to refuse a good provocation.
“You tie it.”
You scoffed at his order but seeing no sign of giving up from the way he looked at you with a smirk on his face, your hands got into the work, pulling your face closer to his in the process. You locked your eyes with his as if it was a challenge while your hands busied themselves with the high-quality fabric. His lips were a breath away from yours although no one leaned in for a kiss. Just then, he thought the thing possibly more amusing than the current situation would be doing the thing himself- that you probably thought was the thing he expected you to. In your mind, you knew he wanted to feed his ego by witnessing your hunger for his body. You were sure this was just a provocation for you to either shy away or to give in: he was just testing you if you would be a good toy for him. However, Wooyoung wanted to see you stagger. He smoothly leaned in and connected your lips just when you finished your work with his tie. While you were trying to get your series of thoughts in order, he pushed his tongue in your mouth and grabbed the back of your neck to pull you closer. Amazed, you froze as his tongue tasted your palate. The more deeper he got, the more you felt his hold on you tightened. It took you a minute to realize your position until you pushed his shoulders aggressively, finally stepping back on your feet.
As you were trying to hide the blush on your face, you turned your face to your purse and searched for something… anything.
“I guess this is supposed to be my leash?”
When you turned back to him upon his words about his tie, still trying to adapt into the situation, you recognized he was sitting just like nothing happened. Instead of waiting for an answer, he pointed to his own lips to give you the remark that your lipstick was smudged and was waiting to get fixed. After you turned around to see it for yourself in the mirror, he touched his own lips to see if there was color stain on it. Contrary to his calm appearance, his mind was going crazy. He liked kissing you. No, he loved it so much that it scared the hell out of him. Also, the sight of you with a slight redness on your defined cheeks didn’t help at all. He had found his new prey: a pretty rare one at that. A one that was surely out of his reach even if you would be bound to him on the paper. While you were busy with your make up, he silently approached you from the back and whispered in your ear. Thankfully, you saw him coming closer so you could avoid reacting dramatically.
“Then, let me present you your own collar.”
His hands gently found yours and the presence of a cold metal surrounded your ring finger of your right hand. You tilted your head upwards to a smirking Wooyoung. You hated the idea of wearing HIS ring but no complaint left your mouth since it worked as a show.
He is unbelievable, you thought.
“You are an idiot, you know that right?”
The ring looked like two separate thin bands one being in the form of ivy as diamonds filled the place of the leafs and the other one looked like a classic engagement ring. It was simple yet elegant. You had always hated the idea of a big accessory since you also had to attend your work so it suited your tastes well. However, there was no need for him to know that he gained your approval. He chuckled and gave you some personal space before settling back down on the couch.
“If you say so…”
The flashlights surrounded your figure as you ascended the stage with Wooyoung’s hand supporting you from the small of your back. You inadvertently thought there was no need for this kind of physical show, especially after having a taste of his lips but you formed no protest since cameras were watching your every move. Alongside tabloids, representatives of your business partners and your families were also present, except for one person from his side. After sitting on the chair that was prepared for you two beforehand, you leaned sideways to ask the question to Wooyoung while showing your most dignified smile to the cameras.
“He’s not here?”
Of course Wooyoung understood well who you were talking about. Nevertheless, he chose to stay silent. He and his adopted brother Choi Yeonjun had an estranged relationship whom you also had a major crush on during your high school years and briefly faked dating with. He was your first fake boyfriend that gave way for the rest. With you tying the knot to Wooyoung, his brother would be guaranteeing his place not in the spotlight but in some secondary job in the company. While you were busy with his questionable absence, your father took the microphone to personally make the announcement everyone was waiting for.
“I feel utmost happiness while giving you the news that our Y/N made her first move into forming her own family. I am genuinely grateful to have a son-in-law like Wooyoung.”
You smiled bitterly while your father went on with his speech that hinted his good parenting skills. You were sure that he was aware of Wooyoung’s reputation despite his expressiveness of positive emotions but oh well… what can’t one withstand to make a profit? While the talk went on the background with the journalists focusing on your father, Wooyoung answered your thoughts vaguely.
“He’s probably at home drinking his sorrows away.”
A smirk could be seen faintly in your fiancé’s face. You shrugged off his weird sense of accomplishment and looked forward. You would never know the real reason Yeonjun would be devastated, only thinking of him losing power as a reason. Also, you had no opportunity to lurk on your old crush’s emotions as it was your turn to take the mic and answer the questions. Both of you did well answering the journalists regarding both the collaborations of the two companies and the merging of the families. However, when a voice from the back of the room questioned how could the two of you had decided to go steady when just a week ago Wooyoung was seen with a famous model in the industry your mind went black. Your relationship didn’t have a back story which was truthfully an amateur mistake on your side. However, unlike you, your fiancé held your hand on the table confidently while at the same time making eye-contact with you, his being narrowed. He was making your anxiousness seem as a fit of jealousy. Wooyoung brushed his nose with his free thumb and acted as if he had enough with these kinds of rumors. However, you knew he was actually annoyed since you had heard from Hongjoong prior to your arrangement that he wasn’t the one to have enough toleration with those who tried to dig out the details.
“Well, first of all, I admit that I have made mistakes in the past and that my record is far from being pure white.”
He gave a pause to give a look at you to give you a nod to which you responded the same way, portraying a couple who had talked to go through these kind of accusations beforehand. You smiled assuringly while from the inside you were acknowledging his ability to adapt into situations once more.
“However, I will not accept this kind of closed statements not only for now but also for the future. I don’t remember giving anyone the right to mess with my beloved fiancée’s feelings in such a way.”
You gave a good amount of effort into holding back your laughter upon hearing the word “beloved.” On the other hand, Wooyoung continued his speech calmly.
“Although I think this has nothing to do with the reason we have assembled for, I will put under the light these kinds of issues also for the future reference: Miss Kim Yeong-Hee, the lady that you were talking about will be the first contracted model for the agency that will be under my jurisdiction.”
This was news to you, too. You had never thought Wooyoung would step up and do actual work for a financial profit. Unlike you, his parents seemed to know about this investment of their son. With him dodging the scandal away, the conference continued as planned.
While the supposedly undercover cameras were filming enough footage for a week of you and Jung Wooyoung, your fiancé leaned down to give you a hug in front of the gates to the airport.
“Please prevent your lust to show any kind of physical affection to your flings when you sense a camera around.”
That was your only wish from him upon his flight to Milan. As promised, he was on his way far away from your territory where you would require no need to play the couple. After the press conference, you had learned that the modeling agency would also help him evade any front page stories of the magazines so all he had to do was to not let anyone see him kissing or groping anyone other than you… which was something you definitely wanted to avoid.
“I can promise that.”
A smile appeared on his face mocking the way in which untrusting you were of him. He had the pretext of fashion week to find more people for the agency in order to leave the country just after the announcement where people would be expecting you to appear as a couple.
The voice escaped your lips as you remembered something you had brought with you. He let you slip away from his embrace but didn’t consider it necessary to step away. Your hands searched through your bag until you’ve found what you prepared beforehand. Wooyoung’s eyes grew before he laughed until tears fell from his eyes.
“Please make sure to use these. I don’t want anyone knocking on my door later on.”
There, you held out a lot of condoms to him of a size you learned from an ex of his. When you asked her of it and she turned into a pale shade of red, you nearly mistook her of suffocating. Wooyoung took a glance at them and accepted your “present.”
“If it were a couple of years ago, we could’ve used them together in your regular hotel room.”
You over-exaggeratingly sighed while holding your chest with a hand.
“Thank god I left the industry years ago, then.”
Before you took your first step into the family business, you used to work as a model but it only served as a good memory and your previous fame followed you as the paparazzis appeared out of nowhere. Wooyoung had found it a pity when you announced your retirement from the runway all those years ago. You had real talent in his eyes to the extent that he had never tried approaching you and ruin your career with rumors.
That was how funny the thing called “fate” was - with him now having the person he previously considered a jewel with a shiny jewel occupying her ring finger… now only as people with the same goal. His hands found their place on your waist to which your brows momentarily twitched.
“Be a good girl and find a way to break it all off before I find a way to fuck you, darling.”
You chuckled and reached the nape of his neck, your other hand pulling the bleached part of his hair harshly. This gesture would easily be mistaken as a show of affection if the cameras caught on his momentarily painful expression.
“I’ll start looking into it tomorrow. I’ll attend Lia’s party today.”
Lia was one of your friends from the inner circle which you made acquaintance from your modeling days. She was a famous actress who also had connections to your company. To your announcement of attendance, Wooyoung made an expression of uneasiness which you missed between your thoughts of the preparation that had yet to be done. Therefore, without realizing the change of emotions in your fiancé, you let him go and pushed him forward.
“Go now and don’t return until I call for you.”
Then, you watched him disappear behind the doors while waving to each other, giving a couple of good shots for the people dying for a slip up.
You tried covering yourself up once more before entering the grand party hall. The dress was chosen by one of the other girls in the group since you couldn’t find the time to go shopping but the V-line was a lot deeper than your taste. Inside, you’ve found hard to believe how could your friend could have this much RSVPs in a short amount of time. Unlike the high number of people filling all around, it didn’t feel suffocating thanks to the high ceiling that was full with countless modern type chandeliers. You’ve stopped thinking they were useless a long time ago since the venue was close to being pitch dark. The party was planned under the pretext of Lia’s new movie but suspiciously, your other best friend from the group was the one who came up with the idea.
The mastermind, Eun-bin called you to the table just across the bar and behind the dancing area. It was honestly strange for someone who preferred small gatherings would be okay with planning such a big scale event just after she had finished hosting one a week ago. A second after you got seated next to your friends, Eun-bin took a hold of your hand and shrieked upon inspecting the delicate design of your ring as much as she could under the dimmed lights. Lia simply scoffed and threw an over-exaggerated congratulations to your side.
“To your little personal leash!”
As a woman who was secretly in an established polyamorous relationship, she was proud of not being closed to getting married soon. You simply narrowed your eyes and called for a waiter to bring you your dress.
“I personally think it was time. You couldn’t keep up with fake boyfriends for longer.”
Eun-bin took a big sip from her drink and leaned back in her seat, leaning on Lia. Her neckline was deeper than yours, leaving a lot more in the open. Unlike your long and black dress with shiny straps, hers was a short burgundy. While fixing her knee-high boots, she continued her agreement with your choice.
“People had already gossiping that we were in a relationship but you were trying to hide it away with other men. You couldn’t fake the role of a lovely girlfriend for longer, wifey.”
Since she was also in a similar situation with her company pushing marriage candidates in front of her, Eun-bin was the only one who was siding with you tying the knot. At least that was what you had been told by her. To add to the equation, the rumors surrounding your group of friends weren’t surprising to the ears saying that four of you were actually romantically and sexually involved with each other. While you had your own suspicions about Lia and Eun-bin since they were unusually comfortable with each other physically, at least you were sure of your own sexual preferences being towards the opposite sex. However, being always around them and Eun-bin calling you your pet name no matter where you were didn’t give you the credibility for it.
When your thoughts finalized, you realized a person missing from the table. Dori, the baby of your infamous group appeared with her iconic buns on her head and literally screamed when she saw you with a dress you would NEVER wear. Her pitch was so high that even the party goers who were at a closer vicinity glanced at your table.
“So you had to get engaged for us to see you in such masterpiece?”
She was a world-known designer who had nearly gave her life trying to get you to model for her after your retirement to no avail. The design of your dress also belonged to her. You shrugged, understanding fully now that your dress was chosen under an agreement between Eun-bin and Dori before sliding in on the round shaped sofa to open a seat for her and let her arms slide around you for a second before she reached her skinship rate for the day.
“I thought you ditched us. You’re late.”
Eun-bin grumbled as usual while Lia leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. You chuckled when her pout became more obvious each second until she finished her drink upon seeing you let Dori hug you. She had continuously asked for the same amount of touchyness from you to only get a “no” saying that you were attracting enough rumors. You dissipated the argument before it started.
“Just get used to it, she takes longer to get ready.”
Eunbin put her tongue out but stopped her grumbles. Then, the topic changed when Lia pulled the attention to the latest gossip in the entertainment circles.
“You know that I’ll be co-starring Kim Jung-hoon, right?”
The man in question was Eunbin’s actor crush, thus, you thought was the reason of the party. However, creating a contrast to your thoughts, Eun-bin seemed distracted with her drink. After a while of toleration, you tried to get the girls to dance a little to no avail. Even if you consumed no amount of alcohol, you felt more at ease in places like this. Unlike your eagerness to have fun and forget the pain in your ass who was now in Milan, the mood somehow felt down in your eyes.
“What’s wrong with her?”
You nudged Dori with your elbow and asked about the host of the party. Her eyes followed yours and vocalized your question to your friend.
“I think I’m getting drunk.”
Was the answer you received but it didn’t seem like the truth considering she had always been the happiest drunk in the group. Although it bugged you a little, you didn’t press forward with the issue. As your waiter came with your so-called drink and an nth round for the others, Lia noticed the newcomers to the party.
“Were they invited?”
Seeing the ones mentioned, Eun-bin pulled herself forward from Lia’s embrace and took a big sip from her drink. Seonghwa, San, Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho entered the venue first. After getting a drink from a waitress walking around, Seonghwa raised a glass towards your table and lead the group to their respective places. You nearly spilled your drink upon realizing the group that followed them.
“I may have reached out to Mingi and told them about it.”
Your high school crush and brother-in-law entered the venue in his shiny dark purple jacket and made eye contact with you before getting seated in the booth next to Seonghwa’s with his friends.
“And Yeosang might have mentioned it to Yeonjun.”
No sane venue owner would reject these people even if they weren’t invited-which was also the case for your group. People your age would use their every connection and unimaginable resources in order get in to the parties these three groups hosted, hoping to gain some connections or at least get a glimpse of you. While you were busy throwing blades from your eyes to Dori who was seated next to you, you missed the other figure who followed his friends from a bit behind and got comfortable next to Seonghwa.
It wasn’t hard to come to the conclusion that it would be a necessity for you to avoid Yeonjun considering your past which every single being in this booth was familiar with. Especially since you were now engaged. A slip of behavior… and you would fill the headlines next day. Although your mind was filled with thoughts about how you should avoid Yeonjun as much as possible to the point that you were getting a headache, Lia thought your lost consciousness was an advantage to the youngest considering the possible murder in the venue if you were to see the man who had his eyes on you.
“I have to use the restroom.”
Eun-bin stood up from her place and got out of the booth with your assistance. The observer that she was, Dori realized the number of people decreased on Hongjoong’s table by two. She internalized the thought of following Eun-bin out of here upon suspecting the danger that was getting closer.
“Should I come with you?”
You were still on your feet when you reached your hand to the small of her back. Your memory consisted enough knowledge to know that the amount of drinks she shad in the last fifteen minutes was enough to make her tipsy and her high heeled boots didn’t seem reliable enough to get your clumsy friend downstairs. She turned her head back to you after her eyes got a glimpse of the figure who was walking towards your table.
“I think your problems are bigger than me walking straight, love. I will manage.”
You directed your attention to her remark before stumbling in your place to see your fiancé a step away from you. Eun-bin disappeared from your sight after giving Wooyoung a slight nod before you had a chance to collect yourself. Unlike you, she maintained a good reationship with the trouble maker. Your infamous lover went straight in for a kiss and a gasp raised from your friends in the back. His hands grabbed your waist, pinching a little to get you to respond to him. While your mind was telling you to go along with it for the show, your every nerve was screaming, fully aware that only a kiss was enough to get you instinctual. You let his tongue in by parting your lips. While the hand pinching your waist released its hold on you, his tongue brushed your palate which elicited a moan from the back of your throat. A while later, he parted from you after biting your bottom lip before you could even respond. Lia’s cry from behind pulled you back to reality.
“There’s no need to stop. You could film a porn right then and there.”
Her grumbles woke no shame from your fiancé, on the contrary he chuckled while stepping back and checked for your lipstick on his lips. The two were the main reason the two groups never stood next to each other. At some point, their bickering would always end in a physical fight.
“I’ve seen you do worse, Lia. Your boyfriends-“
Your friend was no match for him in public since Wooyoung didn’t have any brakes to his explicit talks. Of course, you chuckled thinking that HE would know the boyfriends she tried so hard keeping a secret. You snapped your head up leaving the scolding for your friend later and held his gaze with a fake smile on your face.
“Why the hell aren’t you in Milan?”
His hand reached your cheeks and caressed just under your eye.
“I heard there was a party.”
And my fiancé would be attending it.
The following sentence didn’t reach you. Now that you could see it, he was wearing a suit without anything inside. The only thing that covered his surely well built torso was a couple of buttons. Well, it was safe to say that his V-line was more revealing than yours with a chain adorning his neck. As the couple of the hour, you could feel the eyes of the attendants on you.
“That is exactly why you should’ve been away.”
You insisted and took your drink from the table to take a sip from it. Instead of answering, he shrugged and took the drink from your hand and finished the whole thing before you had a chance to.
Your voice carried a certain danger to it. He was being a child and you weren’t in the mood to play with him.
“Trust me, baby.”
He assured you with a gentle voice before putting the glass back on the table and leaving you with your friends for his own. While you got yourself seated with a sigh, Dori took your glass in suspicion and smelled the content. Considering her good relationship with Mingi and Jongho, she was the only one who was left out when it came to your fiancé’s reputation and playful personality.
a/n: I have absolutely no idea how schools work in Korea except for the knowledge I've gained by watching Kdrama. Please feel free to correct me or my grammar as English is not my first language. it isn't even the second. Enjoy?
"Your beauty is distracting everyone. stop it."
This was the note kept inside your locker when you opened to get your binders. This was the third one. Never signed by anyone nor did you have any knowledge of anyone having a crush on you.
Thinking that it was one of your friends simply pranking you, you thought nothing of it and went on with your day. Until he interrupted you.
"What do you need help with now?" Groaning a bit from the tiredness of the day, you glanced at the tall boy. He ignored your little sign of protest towards his arrival and took you by arm to a corner of the bustling corridor.
"One of the boys have a crush on you. Do something about it. I can't take it anymore." Murmring a few more addition of curses to the content, Seonghwa left you all alone.
The recess that followed the short conversation was filled with chattering from the nearby tables and the loud shouts from you inner self.
"Who could it even be?" You never like people who muttered but doing that to yourself made you all the more furious. Seonghwa was nowhere to be found and neither was his possy. And that was weird.
"Y/N!" A voice called out your name from the other end of the long corridor. Turning around immediately, you saw Yunho running upto you.
Gasping for air while trying to speak, he gave you an envelope. You patted his back while he was inhaling large amount of breaths, grasping his knees.
"Please tell me this is for me. I don't have the time to pass it around." The tiredness from before was nothing compared to what you were feeling right now.
"No...No..." He inhaled a large amount of breath before thumping a hand on your shoulder.
"It's for you. Just read and comply." Gasping for the last time, Yunho ran back to where he came from.
'How many is 12-3? Go there.'
This was the question on the crumpled paper handed to you. An odd question for a tiring day.
Should you go to the 9th grade? Groaning for what felt like the nth time, you marched on towards the destination.
Like a watchguard, Mingi was standing tall next to one of the classes of the 9th grade.
"Here." Another card was handed and another class was mentioned, but this time, a rose accompanied the paper.
After 6 notes, the whole tour of the school and a bunch of roses, you found Yeosang standing beside your homeroom.
"I will kill all of you." Gritting through your teeth, you sighed and put out your hand for the note. The boy just shook his head and opened the door to a dark room.
Upon entering, you found Wooyoung in the midst of a dimly sunlit room. All this walking for this.
"Firstly, I'm sorry for making you run around the whole school. Guess I'm a coward." A sheepish smile and red-tipped ears and you forgot you were angry with the boy.
"I think you were going for something." You smirked at his blushing figure and he cleared his throat for a rock-melting confession.
"like you?" you finished for him and revelled in the pure frustration crossing his face.
"I thought this was my confession." A small protest laced his voice and you giggled. It was fun making him irritate.
"sure, go on."
Taking a breath, he started again.
"Y/N, I fell in love with you when-"
"- you saw me in the basket ball court, cheering for you? or when I smiled at you when I passed on the results?" You couldn't fight the teasing smile spreading on your face for interrupting again.
"Y/N. Will you please let me complete? I worked hard for this, baby." Whining a bit, he looked at you with desperation in his eyes and you decided to cut him some slack.
Crossing the short distance between you, you stood right in front of him. His breathing escalated quickly, seeing you approach him.
"I won't interrupt this time. I promise." Words were whispered and his nodded a bit quickly.
"Y/N, I like you a lot and would like you to be my girlfriend." Whispering words he wanted to say since he realised his feelings for you, Wooyoung closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction. Rejection was his worst fear, be it love or life.
"Could have spared me the running, Woo." You smiled wholeheartedly at the blushing boy, who by the way had his eyes closed.
Surprising him by cupping his cheeks, Wooyoung opened his eyes to find yours really close for his poor heart.
"Y/N?" It was almost inaudible, but your ears caught it. Smiling widely, you answered.
"Not Y/N. It's baby for you."
And just was you were about to kiss him, the door tore open.
"What are you kids doing here?!"
thank you for taking your time and reading this <3
summary: you have been feeling really insecure recently, so much that it’s effected your everyday life. and wooyoung can’t help but notice
warning: body image, insecurities, implied ED?, skipping meals, lmk if i missed anything
it’s been a long day. a really long day. everything from dealing with angry phone calls from customers, to your co-worker pointing out your ‘unhealthy’ eating habits. even though all you had was a sandwich and small snacks that you didn’t even finish.
you wanted to shower, cry and go to bed. but you knew you had to wait up for wooyoung to get home, you didn’t want him to worry as to why you’re asleep. and you most certainly didn’t want to go to sleep now and then wake up with him already gone to the studio.
you run upstairs into the bathroom and start running the hot water, waiting for it to heat up. you started undressing, looking at yourself in the mirror. looking at all the things you find flaws, the extra chub on your tummy and thighs, the stress acne appearing on your skin. you began to poke and jab your flaws, as if it would make them go away. you snap back into reality when you notice the mirror fogging up from the shower.
you step into the shower, and just cry. you let it all out, you couldn’t hold it any longer. and it hurt knowing that as the days progress, you hate your image more and more.
after your shower, you change into wooyoung’s bagging clothes and lay in bed. you didn’t feel like eating, let alone cooking.
you: hey woo, i’m not hungry and i don’t feel like cooking, go ahead and pick something up for yourself
woo: is everything okay my love? i can cook for you if you want
you: i’m not hungry
woo: okay… well i’ll make extra just in case. i’ll be home soon
you: okay woo
woo: okay, i love you baby
you: i love you too
you let out a loud sigh and place your phone next to you. you feel bad, you know woo likes cooking, and his food is always good. but you’ve decided you want to lose weight. an missing a meal every now and then wouldn’t be too bad… right?
wooyoung was starting to get worried. what he thought would be a one night thing, turned into months of skipping meals. he’s noticed how much you’ve changed, both physically and emotionally. you hardly eat a full meal anymore, and you’ve claimed it was a diet. but he doesn’t really like this diet plan.
he sees how you purposely pick out baggier clothes. he sees you looking online for new skin care products nightly. he sees you spending more time on your hair than usual. and this isn’t to say wooyoung only cares about sexual activities, not at all. but he doesn’t remember the last time you two had sex. and the worst part of it all, the part that hurts him the most. he’s seen your change in weight.
“hey baby” he speaks softly, stuffing his hands in his sweatpants pockets as he leans against your guys’ bedroom doorframe. he looks at you, all cute and cozy with a pair of your reading glasses on as you re-read a book you’ve finished multiple times already. you hum, not looking up from your page. “are you okay?”
you shoot your head up, giving you boyfriend a weird look and chuckle “yeah? why wouldn’t i be?” you ask. but instead of getting an answer, he pushes himself up straight before walking over to you.
he grabs the book from you hands, ignoring your odd look. he makes sure you save your spot in the book with a bookmark before putting in on the side table and finally getting on the bed and hovering over you.
before you can question your lovers actions, he kisses you. oh so sweetly. you of course kiss back, about to swing your arms around his neck. but he instead grabs your hands, lacing your fingers with his and pinning them on either side of your head on the pillow.
the kiss was passionate, definitely personal. and as it got deeper, more emotional. you got the urge to cry. and you eventfully did. finally letting out tears and soft sobs. and when wooyoung was about to pull away, your grip on his hands got tighter, so he stayed put, kissing you.
“it’s okay, baby, let it out” he whispered against your lips, making you sob out. he stopped his actions and moved in a way so that you were cuddling into his chest, and his back was against the head board.
“w-wooyoung” you cried out
“i’m right here, angel” he whispers, rubbing side and kissing your head. he continued to let you cry into his chest until you were finally calmed down.
you two were now sitting across from each other on the bed, he rubbed your knee as you finished wiping off stray tears left on you cheeks. you’re sniffles and slight coughing that remained after your break down caused him to get up and go get you a water.
“here” he whispers softly as he opens the bottle
you mumble out a small thank you before drinking from the bottle.
“talk to me” he whispers, hand back on you knee. all you can do is look down and watch his thumb softly rub back and forth on your cold skin “y/n”
“i-i don’t, like myself” you say, shrugging and refusing to meet his eyes. “i don’t- i don’t want to look the way i look anymore. i thought if i lost weight, if i spent more time focusing on my hair, maybe i’ll be how you want me”
“what?” he asks with disbelief “baby, i want you exactly how you are. and if you decide you want to lose weight, i want you to do it in a healthy manner. skipping meals and only eating small amounts of food once a day is not healthy, my love”
“i- i just want to be perfect”
“you are perfect, to me. of course you have your flaws, i do too. but your flaws making me love you even more. you don’t need to change a thing”
you sniffle and grab the hand on your knee, playing with his rings. “you could have every other person”
“i could, but i don’t want every other person. i want you. i need you, y/n” his words were practically dripping with sincerity. you looked up, seeing the amount of love and sadness that was being held in his eyes. those beautiful eyes.
“you’re beautiful, inside and out. you don’t need to change for me or anyone else. i love you and your little flaws” he speaks again, moving his hands to you waist to pull you to his lap. “all these little things that make you feel anything but perfect, they’re my favorite little things. and i’ll do whatever it takes for you to love them just as much as i do if i really have to”
you wrap your arms around his neck as he whispers in your ear. these, little things, they’ve been something you’ve hated. you worst nightmare was facing them, someone pointing them out would crush your soul. but when wooyoung speaks. he sounds so sweet.
all of a sudden, you’re placed on you back again, head crashing lightly on a pillow. you let out a small yelp out of shock from the quick movement, this made your boyfriend chuckle softly. “let me show you how much i love you and your flaws” he whispers
you think for a second before nodding. months without the closeness that you were both naturally used to at this point, and you were deprived of the loving touches that he has been trying to give you. you feel him gently lift your shirt up to reveal the little bit of tummy you have left. you close your eyes, not wanting to look at any extra fat you may have.
he places these long and sweet pecks all over your belly before you feel him pull your sweats off. then he begins kissing your thighs. it felt mor emotional than it should’ve. it’s definitely one of the most passionate moments that you’ve shared with wooyoung, but you didn’t expect to cry.
“look at me, beautiful” he whispers as he brings himsef back up, now wiping away your tears and kissing you cheeks. you open your eyes, meeting his soft ones. “i love you” he whispers again
“i love you too” you sniffle out before he continues trailing your body with kisses.
the rest of the night was sweet, and passionate. and the next day, while it was hard for you, you ate a good amount of food. three meals a day. and wooyoung was there to help you through each bite. for each little thing, wooyoung has always been there. and always will be.
this is purely a work of fiction. i am not associated with ateez or kq entertainment at all. reader discretion is advised
pairing: ateez x reader (yunho focus- ish)
warnings: blood. murder. mentions of mental illnesses. gore. (if I've missed anything tell me please)
author's note: I WROTE THIS ON THE SPOT. NO PLANNING AYYY. it was an impulse dmdndnd enjoy <33
implied lowercase (not proofread- yet)
red. red. red. it covered your vision. the walls. your clothes. and the oh so sweet scent of it engulfed your senses. jerking your head from side to side, a strangled noise ripped its way out of your sore throat. the body on the floor twitched. the sudden movement bringing your attention to it once again. smiling, you crouched beside it and caressed the demolished face.
blood. it was all over you. all over your shoes. your shirt. your hands. you liked it. you liked the guilt. you enjoyed the thought of having to murder someone. the feeling. the aftermath. the reward.
sirens. the screeching noise faint and distant. the adrenaline died and realisation sunk in. you had to get out here, back to your apartment. the noise got louder and clearer as various cars made their way to you.
ringing. your phone buzzed. someone was calling you. 'yuyu' read the name on the screen. you answered it. but you didn't speak. that was enough for him to know however.
a car. two. three. four. cars parked outside the building. a hospital. an abandoned one to be precise.
you did as told. you hid. you didn't hide far away though. you hid near the body. beside it infact. you hoped. hoped that they thought that you too were murdered. hoped that the blood was doing its job. that it hid your features.
foot steps. they got closer. the click clack increased in volume.
gasps. they filled the room, bouncing off the walls as they took in the crime scene. they didn't see you. they didn't see the murderer. infact they only saw the murdered. two bodies. little did they know, one of them was lethal.
a laugh. a high pitched one. another one. this time, it was deeper, a booming sound. your heart sank. you sat up. bloody lips pouting as you looked at the seven men in front of you.
seonghwa. hongjoong..... yeosang. san. mingi. wooyoung. and jongho.
betrayal. your mind betrayed you. it made you think that they were the bad ones. they weren't the ones who arrested you and imprisoned you and hurt you. no. they were ateez, as they called themselves.
yunho wasn't there. he never was. yunho only served one purpose. to look out for them. the police. he never went out. he always stayed in his room. it made you sad. very sad.
sirens. this time real ones. closer and closer they got. glances were exchanged. you got up and ran. ran and ran and ran. you jumped over the remains of a wall. then a fence. not looking back. you knew that the others were following you. that your partners in crime were behind you.
all you could do was hope. hope that your mind didn't betray you again. hope that they were there. that it wasn't the bad ones who followed you.
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Greatest passion and a whole new world unfolding in front of your blurry vision.Gentle delicate touch. The one you've never felt before. A 'wish', for both of you, now becoming a passionate reality.
Guilty pleasure? More like a fiery secret.
'𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅'
"Birthday baby looking so good God damn" you heard San whispering in your ear, pulling you in the warmest back hug. "You drive me crazy in this tight dress you know that right?" he pressed his body on yours, holding you tightly by your waist.
"Calm down sir! There are people here" you giggled leaning on him keeping your eyes closed,feeling the warmth of his body.
"Let's leave then" he said with his low voice, kissing the back of your neck.
"Aah you know I can't leave. I'm the one celebrating. If I leave who will they be celebrating for?" you laughed at him being so needy.
"Do you think they will notice? Most of them are drunk. Plus it's late to do anything else rather than drunk dances. So let's just go. I wanna do more things with you before this night ends."he turned you around making you look at him.
You really didn't like this crowd anyway. Causing you the worst headache. So you just nodded at him and you both left.
Walking up the stairs to your apartment. Away from all this crowd. San holding you by your waist, both of you walking next to each other. You stayed silent like that until you opened the door and got inside.
"Finally" San said picking you up and pinning you on the door. "A little more down there and I would eat you out in front of everyone" he groaned kissing you passionately. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands roaming all over your body and curves. Squishing your thighs and ass harshly, kissing you even more passionately, tongues fighting for dominance. Going lower to your neck, his hot breath against your skin. Wet kisses and love bites marking your soft body creating such a sinful piece of art. Your hands reaching for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Soft moans escaping your mouth feeling his hands pulling your dress up. His body firmly pressed against yours, you could feel him getting hard. Melting in his touch, you didn't want this to end until...he stopped.
"We can't do this" he said out of breath resting his forehead on yours.
"What? Why?" you asked surprised.
"I want your first time to be special. We can stop here it's okay" he said putting you back down.
"Is it really okay?" you smirked at him, slowly tracing your hand all the way down from his chest to his v line.
"I- I will fix that myself" he caught your hand before you could go lower and with a vivid disappointment on his face he tried to leave.
"What if I can help you fix that?" you whispered at him, pulling him by his shirt. You knew you made him wait for so long. You both wanted it so much but he would respect you every time,not going further from just a make out session.
"Are you sure baby?" a surprised expression plastered on his face.
"We've been waiting for so long. I think it's the right time"you gave him a kiss before pulling back to see him so excited suddenly.
"Are you sure you want your first time to be with me baby?" his expression changed again looking at you with worried eyes.
"You would be the only one I'd trust for my first time" you said slightly blushing, getting a bit nervous in the thought only.
"I'm gonna make sure you won't regret this" he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.
Putting you down gently on the mattress, hovering on top of you, pulling you in the deepest and most passionate kiss.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment" he mumbled between the kiss. Pulling your dress up slowly with his hands and then taking it off revealing your half naked body.
He pulled back and started taking off his own clothes. His eyes scanning your body with the biggest smirk on his face. Taking off his shirt and pants, only staying with the underwear he got on top of you again.
"18 finally huh? A whole woman now. Let me give you a present for your birthday" he gave you a small kiss before going lower to your chest. Burying his face between your breasts, kissing you all over. "Let's take this off" his hands reached to the back of your bra and with a gentle move he opened it, throwing it away somewhere in the room. His hot breath against your skin giving you goosebumps. You could feel his boner rubbing between your legs driving you crazy.
"Aah do you see how hard you make me?" he took your hand and traced it all the way down to his erection making you feel it. "This is all yours" he whispered with the biggest smirk before taking off your panties slowly. "But before we get to that I wanna feel every part of your body. First time being touched like that. Such a beautiful masterpiece" he kissed your collarbones going lower to your breasts. Slightly squishing them with his hands, sucking your nipples slowly earning soft moans from you.
"Moan louder for me baby" his sexy low voice made you even more wet. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His wet kisses, going lower to your core, heart beating faster, breathing heavily. You never felt like this before under his touch and you could see how much both of you were craving for it.
His hands reaching to your thighs, opening your legs gently. His hot breath against your entrance made you let out a loud moan. Eating you out, sucking your inner thighs wrapping them around his body.
"Are you ready baby?" he pulled back focusing on you enjoying his touch.
"Y-yes I'm ready. Please just give it to me already"you said feeling so needy suddenly. You didn't pay much attention. You just desperately wanted to feel him inside of you.
"Needy I see. Okay baby lemme grab a condom first. We don't want accidents to happen right?"he said getting up and taking out of a box a condom. Taking off his underwear before getting on the bed again.
You were so busy looking at his naked body. His toned abs and his broad shoulders looking so hot. His biceps and his veiny hands. Watching him sliding the condom on his long cock, strocking it gently. "Oh my God" you said under your breath thinking of what is going to happen next when you are a mess already.
"You like what you see huh? " his slight chuckle interrupted your thoughts. Your gaze still glued on his well built body. "It's all yours don't worry". He hovered on top of you again. Your eyes locked together and that's when you felt your heart skipping a beat. "You are so beautiful" he whispered, gently tracing his fingers down to your body,maintaining the eye contact. Looking at your lips, then back to your eyes. Heavy eyelids and that sexy look in his eyes driving you crazy. You could only stare at his swollen red lips inches apart from yours. Your hands making their way up to his shoulder and neck, pulling him in a deep kiss before him pulling back out of breath.
"Should we start now?" he asked looking at you with those sexy, yet sweet eyes.
"Aaah yess" you closed your eyes trying to prepare for what's about to happen.
"If you want me to stop, then I'll stop. If you want me to go faster, then I'll do it. Whatever you want just tell me okay baby? I want you to feel comfortable"he turned your face making you look at him before resting his forehead on yours.
Getting back up, opening your legs again that were wrapped around his waist and after strocking his long cock for a couple more times he looked at you sweating nervously.
"Could you lift your hips for me baby? Opening your pretty legs widely. Don't worry I'll do the rest for you. Just let your body free and enjoy. Tonight you are mine" he said leaning to the front, giving you a small kiss before going back.
"I'll go in slowly okay?" he said sweetly and you just nodded.
Taking it all at once slowly, both of you let out such loud moans. "Fuck you are so tight" San groaned at you clenching around his dick so tightly. Feeling it stretching out your walls, trying to adjust his huge size. "That lil virgin pussy of yours getting their first dick ever huh? Fuck you feel so good around me baby" his groans were making you feel so aroused. Digging your nails deep on his shoulder, eyes shut closed trying to tolerate the pain.
"Please m-move" you said weakly trying to make it feel less painful.
"As you wish baby" his hands wrapped around your waist,slowly thrusting in and out letting loud groans.
"Aaah fasterr" you moaned, finally feeling the pain going away, building up pleasure instead. San thrusting now faster, moaning uncontrollably feeling every inch of your insides.
"Ahh fuck baby you feel so good" the only words that could escape his mouth as you were watching him enjoying it so much. His head fallen to the back, sweat forming on his forehead, dripping down his hair. His veiny hands holding you tightly by your waist and his broad shoulders giving you support.
"Ahh I wanna see how white your pussy can make this condom" he said pulling out moaning and groaning in satisfaction of the sight. The condom filled with your cum all over and the tip filled with his own pre cum.
"Cum on it more baby" he groaned pushing it inside of you harshly, reaching a deeper spot of you while you arch your back.
"Ahh fuck right there" you moaned loudly feeling your climax building up having San hitting your g spot mercilessly.
"You like it? Cum with me baby. I want to feel your hot liquid all over my cock." he kept pounding inside of you in a fast pace having you a total mess below him. You could feel your orgarm in any second and so did he.
A few last hard thrusts making you scream his name digging your nails deep on his shoulders before you both came letting out the most satisfied moans.
"Ahh fuck that was awesome!" San said pulling out, panting all sweaty on top of you. You also out of breath trying to process what happened. A smile plastered on both of your faces, feeling so satisfied with what you did.
"Thank you for this. Thank you for trusting me" San said kissing you softly with the biggest smile.
"Thank you for respecting me all this time, waiting for when I'd be ready" you pulled him closer in a warm hug feeling so safe around him.
"We finally did it" he whispered so satisfied, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.
"See it is full but let's go have a shower and clean up better in order to avoid any accidents maybe" he said sitting back, pulling off the full condom and throwing it in the bin before reaching to pick you up in bridal style.
"How about another round?" he said rubbing your nose with his, heading to the bathroom.
"Aaah stop it you-" you hit him playfully with your fists on his chest and you both entered the shower giggling.
"i can't believe it's taken us this long to do this," yeosang pants as he thrusts deep inside you, his fingers interlocked with yours as he pushes them into the bed beneath you two. "can't believe my best friend has wanted me so badly that they were willing to beg."
you looked up at him, his eyes intense at they glanced across the expanse of exposed skin that was displayed for him. "how long have you thought about me this way? how long have you wanted me on top of you, talking down to you like this?"
"s-so long, ye-yeosang," you breath out, you felt your body convulse as he continued his ministrations, the party you two were attending long gone as the room's walls were doing a decent job at nulling the sound of music from the other side.
a smirk grew on his features as he stared at you wordlessly, only pounding faster and listening as you whine. "aww, is this too much for you?"
you don't answer, just looking at him with glazed over eyes as he tilts his head to the side mockingly. "you're the one who begged for this- begged so sweetly for this," he leans down to whisper in your ear, his grip on your hands tightening. "now be good and take what i give you."
yes this was written because of the brainrot i've been having for yeosang