Mingi’s Favorite Song

lyric (f, 97’); mrs jung if ya nasty

[junglyric]

Greetings! ++૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა++

about.: byf.: ko-fi tip jar.: ao3.: skz masterlist.: ateez masterlist. :

I'm lyric, I'm pushing 30 & I'm a freaky-ass demisexual.

I block minors because I write for an 18+ audience. I typically write about breast worship/nipple play, cock worship, pleasure dom + bratty sub dynamics, and stuff along those lines.

I mainly post about BTS, SKZ, ATZ, and TXT on this blog.

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[divawtf]

much to think about here

[3000s]

the grocery store should be open 24/7 but they should let the employees go home and just trust us

[junglyric]

would you write smth based off of a nsfw audio?

Omggg hi! I’ve actually done this before and of COURSE it was about han jisung (:

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[junglyric]

Pls tag the members for recs too

At some point I will do this! For now my recs are in the fic recs tag.

[250318]

[junglyric]

SKZ as NSFW Content Creators

again, no notes.

Chan basically does this already but boyfriend ASMR. No video, just dirty words. And the thumbnail / cover photo is a thirst trap with his hands or his shoulders etc. With titles like “boyfriend tells you how pretty you are” and “caring boyfriend takes care of you,” on one of those spicy podcast sites.

Minho keeps it simple and jerks off for his live audience of people who are tired of over the top fake stuff. So it’s just Minho and his lube! He cams from the neck down to preserve his anonymity and reads comments with the biggest cash gifts and lets his biggest donors choose when and where he cums.

Changbin also cams, but unlike Minho, has a cheesy gimmick that makes him the big bucks. His persona is the big buff guy with the big fat cock who has no idea what to do with it. He’s always squirming and asking chat what to do next. His viewers don’t care he’s faking it for money because the sounds he makes are priceless.

Hyunjin does show his face in his content because his expressions of pleasure makes him more money. He does everything for his fans’ pleasure! Full body shots with close ups on the way his brows pinch and his lips tremble when he’s close are his bread and butter.

Jisung has been tied to a chair and overstimulated in one of my fics so don’t be surprised I think he’s a mommy kink prostate milking video guy. Hes pretty and his moans are prettier. And his partner is always mostly offscreen with just their gloved hand visible (safety first)!

Felix also does boyfriend ASMR off screen but he plays with himself while he does it so you get the wet sounds of lube and whatever toys he decides to use for the scene. He knows that voice drives his fans mad. He also does jerk off instructions.

Seungmin does genuine toy reviews. He’s not doing it for a live audience, but rather works for a sexual wellness company that requires him to test products and do reviews. His cute, boy-next-door looks draw customers to his reviews over his coworkers, but having a big , pretty cock helps too I guess.

Jeongin has a few of those realistic half sex dolls with anatomically correct holes. He focuses on imagining pleasuring the viewer, not himself. Some have cocks and holes, some with boobs and a vulva, boobs and a cock or maybe he’s doing a hentai scene where there’s tentacles. The point is, he’s an equal opportunity creator whose followers can see or imagine themselves and their bodies in his content. But he also does fantasy stuff for his other fans looking for knots and stuff like that.

[cielococo]

ATEEZ AS ROOMMATES

pairing : roommate!ateez x gn!reader

genre : smau, non idol au, platonic

warnings : cussing, reader owns heels (in seonghwa’s), reader mentions talking to a guy (in san’s), i tried to be funny in these… lmk if there’s any more !

a/n : it’s extremely late and i’m tired but i wanted to post smth as a thanks on getting 200+ interactions on “just friends” in under a week,, so thank you!! 💕🥹

© 2026 , cielococo

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Nightmares OT8

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!ateez x reader (separate)

Warnings: nightmars/sleep paralysis, language, comfort and anxiety

About: You have a nightmare and you need your boyfriend

Note: Requested! 🥰 @threepointstogryffindor

SKZ Version

Masterlist

⊹₊⟡⋆Hongjoong

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Seonghwa

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Yunho

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Yeosang

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆San

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Mingi

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Wooyoung

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

⊹₊⟡⋆Jongho

⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡⋆ ⊹₊⟡

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[rikibabyyy]

Good Morning, Baby.

MDNI

pairing : softdom!mingi x subfem!reader

warnings : this feels a little rushed sorry!! , mingi loves calling reader baby hehe , morning sex with no plot lmao , head (f receiving) , unprotected sex (don’t) , kissing , fingering , slight choking (not rlly) , biiiig dıck mingi🙏 , cum eating , pls lmk if i missed anything!

a/n : i literally haven’t wrote anything for AGES and i apologise🤭. i’ve had no motivation whatsoever and ive been so stressed with college work/assignments (my teacher pmo) but i’ll defo be trying to write more!! also, reblogs are always greatly appreciated!🩵

You wake up to find your bedroom silent and pitch black, the only light being the soft glow of the moon shining through your blinds.

You thought your sleep schedule had been getting better, but you’d started waking up in the middle of the night again. You’re not sure why.

Actually, you know the exact reason why. It’s because your boyfriend, Song Mingi, is on tour again. He’s thousands and thousands of miles away from you and the comfort of your apartment.

You rub your eyes and sit up in your bed, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You turn on the screen and see the time reads 3:47am. Below is a thread of notifications from Mingi.

He’s probably telling you to get some sleep or to eat properly - not just instant noodles.

He knows you worry and he knows you get lonely without him. That’s one of the many things you love most about your boyfriend. He notices everything.

Mingi: sleep well beautiful

Mingi: i’ll be home before you know it

Mingi: don’t worry too much

You type out a quick reply before throwing your phone onto the mattress.

Eventually, after what feels like an hour of tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep again.

————

The next time you’re woken up, it’s by the sun illuminating your bedroom and… a wetness between your legs.

You find yourself trying to wriggle away from the sensitive pressure between your legs, but something is holding you down.

Or someone.

You blink open your sleepy eyes and look down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you pinned down. That explains why you couldn’t move.

You arch your back off the bed and reach down, letting your fingers card through his annoyingly perfect hair.

You see the moment he realises you’re awake when he lifts his head, revealing his shiny lips and chin. “Good morning, baby.” he smirks up at you.

You can’t help but giggle as he dives back in, sucking your already-sensitive clit into his mouth. You whine in response, tugging at his hair and rolling your hips upwards.

He wastes no time pushing two fingers inside of you, pumping them slowly as he effortlessly reaches all the right spots.

“Mingi…” you moan his name, somehow already close to the edge.

He doesn’t respond. He just quickens his movements. His tongue flicks over your clit faster and his fingers push further inside of you, curling at just the right angle. Your legs tremble as you warn him you’re about to come.

“M- ahh… Mingi, I’m close…” you whimper seconds before your release coats his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding your gaze.

He releases your thighs and moves quickly, hovering over you. He buries his face in your neck and inhales deeply. “Good girl.”

“You couldn’t wait until later?” you chuckle (although you aren’t complaining) and wrap your legs around his waist.

“And miss out on waking you up in the best way possible? Absolutely not.” he groans as he begins kissing and nipping at your neck. One of his hands grips your hip tightly and the other rests beside your head, careful not to put all of his weight on you.

He leaves a trail of kisses from just below your ear all the way down to your collarbone. You didn’t even notice he had shifted his weight to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans just enough to free his hard length.

Saying Mingi is big is an understatement. He’s huge. Not just length, but girth, too. You’ll never get over how good the stretch feels when he pushes inside of you.

“Tell me you missed me, baby.” he whispers hoarsely against your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. But he doesn’t wait for you to respond.

You open your mouth to speak but he’s already pushing inside of you. He groans against your neck and mutters something that sounds like a mix of your name and “fuck”.

You cry out embarrassingly loud and your nails dig into his shoulders through the thin fabric of his shirt (which he didn’t bother to remove).

He groans again and removes his hand from your hip, bringing it up to wrap around your throat instead. He squeezes, but not enough to cut off your breathing, just enough to show he’s in control. But damn you already knew that.

He bottoms out and he’s already panting into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, baby… needed you so bad.”

Then he’s moving. Thrusting deep and agonisingly slow. One hundred percent on purpose.

“Mingi…” you breathe, although you’re not even sure why.

“Use your words, love. Tell me what you want.” he smirks before lifting his head to capture your lips in a slow but hungry kiss. His fingers tighten around your neck for a moment, urging you to speak.

“More…” you manage to say.

“More?” he chuckles low in his throat. “Greedy little thing.”

He listens, though. With practiced ease, he quickens his pace and shifts ever so slightly to angle himself deeper inside of you.

When your walls begin clenching around him, you know you’re not going to last much longer. He’s kissing you when you squeeze his cock and he lets out this delicious, deep groan straight into your mouth. You swallow it, your tongue pushing into his mouth before mingling with his.

He lowers his head again and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. His thrusts are messy and ragged now as he gets closer to the edge.

He removes his hand from your throat and reaches between your bodies to rub fast, tight circles on your clit.

“Ahh… I’m close.” you manage to whisper.

“Let go, baby. Come for me.” he encourages, thrusting faster.

Your pussy clamp around him as you come which leaves him following seconds later. He basically collapses on top of you as his hot ropes of come fill you up. He’s a panting, groaning, sweaty mess when he lifts his head from your neck for the final time.

“Hey,” he smirks down at you. “you miss me?”

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[sugawhaaa]

HONGJOONG ONE-SHOT

🍡•[Dirty mind]•🍡

Warnings//genre:: fluff, SMUT, blowjob, praise, face sitting (m rec)

Pairing:: soft!dom!hongjoong x fem!reader

A/N:: I swear there was a popsicle emoji 😭 anyway I love this fanfic 😻

Atz masterlist:: 🍣

🎧::

The day after Hongjoong got back from touring he took you out on a date. The plan was to go for breakfast, do some shopping, and stop by your favorite park to watch the ducks and enjoy some lunch. Hongjoong was very excited for this date but ever since breakfast, he hasn't been able to get his mind out of the gutter. You look so beautiful with your tanned skin and flawless make-up; he just couldn't help himself.

The two of you stop at a convenience store to get some lunch before going to the park. As you look through the store you spot a freezer of Popsicles and ask Hongjoong to buy one for you and of course this man can't say no to such a cute face. He gets one for himself as well and after grabbing a lunch the two of you bus down to the park. You decide to eat your popsicle first so it doesn't melt, meanwhile Hongjoong digs into his gimbap. The two of you sit on a bench together and watch the sun glisten over the clear pond water. Hongjoong listens as you go on about how much you love the sun and the cute little ducks floating on top of the water and though he adores how cute you are, his eyes are fixated on your lips.

He watches intently as you bring the popsicle to your lips and push it into your mouth, sucking all the flavor of it into your mouth. Normally Hongjoong wouldn't think much of you eating a popsicle like a normal person but today it's a bit different. He can't help but stare and bite his lip as he watches you enjoy your sweet treat. His cheeks are tinted pink and he finds his jean shorts getting tighter by the minute.

"You okay," You ask with an innocent smile and Hongjoong snaps out of his fantasies and smiles.

"I'm great," His words and smile are sincere. "The warmth is just getting to me a bit," He chuckles and turns back to the pond, watching the ducks dive under the water. Secretly Hongjoong was impatiently waiting to get home to have some privacy with you but he wouldn't make you go home and cut your time with the ducks short. Though Hongjoong didn't pay much attention to the park the whole time you were there, more focused on watching you eat.

When you're finished and satisfied with your lunch you make your way back to the train and then home. As you get inside you decide to bring up the fact Hongjoong has been acting weird since lunch.

"Are you sure everything is alright?" You ask as you take your shoes off.

"Yeah, I just couldn't focus during our date," he huffs and kicks off his shoes. "For a foolish reason really," he sighs and sits at the kitchen table. You follow after him and sit on his lap, making him tense up.

"What's wrong baby?" You tilt your head as you wrap an arm around him.

"You just look so hot," he chuckles before looking up at you. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close. "And...when you were eating that popsicle earlier, I couldn't suppress my dirty mind," his lips slightly part as he looks at your lips before staring back into your eyes. "I wanna feel your mouth..." he says softly, his voice laced with lust and a hidden desperation he doesn't often let out. He brings a slightly trembling hand up to your lips and traces the bottom lip gently.

"I don't know what to say," you chuckle embarrassingly. His comments have you flustered and flattered. "Well, you've been waiting patiently haven't you?" You tease and Hongjoong nods with a little grin. You slide off of his lap and go onto your knees, your hands resting on his knees and you watch as his face turns red. He brings a hand down to tuck back your hair in adoration, loving the way you're so eager to please him.

"You're so good to me," he grins as he tosses his head back. You undo his jeans and slide them down his legs. He then kicks them off and pulls you close to his erection, standing tall and eager. He holds the back of your head, holding onto some hair for you as well, as he looks down at you. "I've been waiting all day baby," You can tell from his voice he's trying to sound dominant and strong but there's a hidden desperation in his voice.

You pull your head closer to his cock before slipping just the tip between your lips, sucking on his wet tip. Hongjoong lets out a long satisfied gasp at the feeling, followed by soft moans. "That's it, fuck, you know just how I like it don't you?" He chuckles, his words meant to praise you. As you bob your head on just the tip you notice his abdomen tense with each movement of your head. He was especially sensitive today, probably because of how long he's been waiting and holding in all these lustful emotions. "Deeper, please," he groans as he keeps his head tossed back.

You take him deeper into your mouth and he moans loudly, his knees jerking up slightly. "Ah, yes, good girl," he praises, stroking your hair softly before fisting it again. "More, please," he pleads as he bucks his hips up, forcing his cock deeper. You gasp softly at his sudden force but accept his desire. His fingers twirl around your hair as he gently rocks his hips into your head as you bob up and down his length. "Suck a bit more baby, you're doing so good," he moans before gritting his teeth, his jaw tense.

You suck a bit harder and Hongjoong instantly begins to moan louder. "Yes, yes," he repeats almost incoherently as you bob your head faster. "Yes! I'm close, fuck," he groans as he reflexively pushes your head further up his shaft, taking him deeper into your throat. You gag softly as he pulls your hair, his cock twitching in your mouth.

He quickly pulls your head back so that his cock rests on your chin, cumming onto your face. You stick your tongue out to catch the ropes of cream as Hongjoong groans and pants from such an intense release. He looks down at you, hairline damp, cheeks red and chest heaving. He watches the way his cum drizzles down your lips and cheeks. "Fuck, you're so hot," he chuckles, petting your head gently. "You deserve a reward after that," he says as he wipes some cum from your lips before slipping his finger into your mouth, making you suck on it.

He takes a napkin from the table to properly wipe down your face. "How about you let me eat you out in return hm? Sit on my face for a bit?" He offers as he cleans up your cheeks. He carries you up to the bedroom before assisting you in ridding of your clothing. He then lays on the bed and invites you to sit on top of him, as planned. "Let all your weight down princess," he says before kissing the inside of your thigh.

"I'll definitely hurt you if I do that," you chuckle as you pat the top of his head.

"That's exactly what I want~" he smirks before pulling you down by your hips.

"You're such a masochist," you chuckle and he laughs into your thighs before taking a lick up your folds. A shiver rushes through your body and your laughter is replaced with moans. Hongjoong is very slow and gentle with his mouth, wanting to cherish every little bit of your pussy before getting soaked in it. While he eats you out he also palms your ass, kneading the soft flesh beneath his fingers.

The room is rather quiet compared to how the two of you usually sound during intimacy. The only sounds that can be heard are your soft moans and Hongjoong slurping and sucking on your folds.

He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath and you fall in love all over again when you look down at him. His hair is frizzy and messy, his lips and chin soaked with saliva and your juices and he has that look in his eyes, the look of pure lustful intent. He dives right back in, this time more intensely. You can tell he's eager to bring you over the edge and he focuses in on your clit, he knows how much you love your clit being played with.

He parts your legs further by pulling at your ass, delving deeper into your pussy. His tongue circles around your entrance while his nose pushes up against your clit, and that's what brings you over the edge. The excitement courses through your body and you feel the faint throb echoing up into your head as your thighs lock around Hongjoong's head. He squeezes your ass hard as he tries to grasp some air.

You unlock his head and he's undoubtedly red in the face as he pants heavily. "Sorry," you pant before holding yourself up on your own. You stroke his hair back, attempting to fix the mess the two of you had made of his head.

"Don't apologize, that's what I wanted remember?" He chuckles before sitting up, pulling you into his arms on top of him. "I had such a good time with you today. I wish we could go on dates more often," he sighs, still trying to catch his breath a little.

"Well, it just makes each date more cherishable, no?"

[a-nyx-7]

Undone ⋆˚꩜｡PJM

A small argument with your husband leads to a steamy eating out session.

Pairing - Husband! Jimin x wife! Reader

Warnings - smut, eating out, squiritng, dirty, dominating, submissive, creampie, licking, sucking, kinky.

ONESHOT - 3K words.

The heavy glass doors of the boutique hissed shut behind you, but the clinical chill of the air conditioning did nothing to cool the fire simmering under your skin. This wasn't just a shopping trip; it was a declaration of war. After the explosive argument you’d had with Jimin this morning, you had set out with one goal: to see how many zeros you could drain from his bank account before he noticed.

Jimin was the type of man who would happily drape you in diamonds if you asked, but he loathed being manipulated. He hated this game,the way you used his own wealth as a weapon against his patience.

"How would y-you like to pay, ma'am?" the sales assistant stammered, her gaze darting nervously between your cold expression and the wall of stone-faced guards looming behind you.

"Card," you replied curtly, sliding Jimin’s signature black card across the marble counter.

You waited, tapping your manicured nails against the surface, already imagining the look on his face when the transaction alerts began flooding his phone. But as the seconds ticked by, the assistant’s face paled.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am... it seems your card has been... declined. It’s blocked."

Your heart skipped a beat, but not out of embarrassment. Out of pure, unadulterated fury. "What? No way. Try it again."

"I did, ma'am. It’s not going through."

You scoffed, reaching into your Chanel clutch and pulling out a secondary card. "Use this one."

Another minute of agonizing silence followed. The assistant looked like she wanted to disappear into the floorboards as she handed it back with trembling fingers. "This one isn't working either, ma'am."

You felt your jaw tighten until it ached. Jimin. That calculated, arrogant traitor. He hadn't just anticipated your move; he had dismantled it before you even reached the mall.

You settled the balance through a private transfer from your personal account, a bitter pill to swallow and swept out of the store. Every step toward the waiting car was fueled by a fresh wave of adrenaline.

As the door of the SUV clicked shut, you sank into the leather seat, staring out the tinted window. You had underestimated him. You often forgot that beneath the doting husband was a man whose wit was as sharp as his ego. Jimin wasn't the type to just sit back and let you bleed him dry out of spite. He was always one step ahead, playing a game of chess while you were still throwing pieces.

The war wasn't over, but round one clearly belonged to Park Jimin.

The car hadn't even come to a full stop before you were out, the gravel crunching beneath your designer heels as you stormed toward the massive front doors. You didn't just enter the mansion; you invaded it.

The living room was quiet, save for the low murmur of business talk. Jimin was perched on the sofa, looking effortlessly composed as he scrolled through a tablet. His assistant stood nearby, and Taehyung, Jimin’s closest associate was lounging in the armchair opposite him.

"Park Jimin!" Your voice roared through the high ceilings, sharp enough to cut the air.

The assistant visibly flinched, shifting on his feet. Taehyung’s eyes darted from you to Jimin, a silent 'here we go' written all over his face. Jimin, however, didn't even flinch. A slow, infuriating smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his fingers continued to dance across the screen.

"I am talking to you!" you snapped, your chest heaving with indignation.

Finally, he looked up. His gaze was cool, hooded, and entirely too calm for your liking. "Yes, love?"

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled for the others to leave. Taehyung let out a weary sigh, pushing himself up and shoving his hands into his pockets. He spared Jimin a pointed look. "Fix your shit, man," he muttered under his breath before heading toward the exit.

The moment the doors clicked shut, Jimin returned his attention to the tablet. The blatant disregard was the final straw. You lunged forward and snatched the device right out of his hand.

"Y/N," he said, his voice dropping an octave. There was a dangerous edge to his tone, a warning you were far too angry to heed.

"What?! You fucking blocked my cards! Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?" you screamed, the embarrassment of the boutique rushing back to haunt you.

Jimin stood up slowly, his tall frame looming over yours until you were forced to tilt your head back. The proximity was stifling, charged with a tension that felt like static electricity.

"Was it? Then perhaps you shouldn't have behaved like such a brat the other night," he said, his voice terrifyingly steady.

"I was behaving like a brat? You didn't come to the event, Jimin!" You jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating every word. "I had to stand there and make excuses for you all night while everyone whispered!"

He didn't move. He simply looked down at your finger against his shirt, then back into your eyes. "Careful, baby. I don't like that tone."

"Shove what you like up your ass," you hissed. You reached into your handbag, gripped the two useless pieces of plastic, and flung them directly at his face. "And shove these while you're at it!"

You didn't wait for a reaction. You turned on your heel and stormed toward the grand staircase, the echoes of your footsteps matching the frantic beating of your heart.

It had all spiraled from yesterday. Your charity gala—the event you had spent months planning—had been a solo performance because Jimin claimed he had important work. The humiliation of answering a hundred variations of "Where is your husband?" had boiled over into a screaming match last night, ending with you locking him out of the master suite.

You had wanted to hurt his pride. He had responded by cutting off your lifeline.

As you reached the bedroom door, you knew one thing for certain, in the high-stakes game of the Park marriage, the honeymoon phase had officially been replaced by scorched earth.

°

The bedroom was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, the silence heavy and suffocating. Jimin stepped inside, the rhythmic click of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound. He loosened his tie, the tension of the day still knotted in his shoulders.

"Y/n?" he called out, tossing his blazer onto the chaise lounge. No response. He checked the ensuite bathroom, then the walk-in closet—nothing but the lingering scent of your perfume.

He sighed, a low, frustrated sound. He knew you; you weren't just hiding. You were making a point. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his phone and dialed your number, only to be met with the cold finality of your voicemail. He immediately diverted the call to your lead security detail.

"Where is she?" he demanded, pacing the length of the room like a caged predator.

"At her parents' estate, sir."

"I told you to inform me the second she goes somewhere!" he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. He didn't wait for an excuse. He grabbed his blazer and headed for the garage, the engine of his car roaring to life seconds later.

The atmosphere at your parents' house was a stark contrast to the cold war at the mansion. When Jimin walked in, he found you nestled on the sofa between your father and Liam—a "family friend" whose very existence had always been a thorn in Jimin’s side.

"Jimin! What a surprise," your mother exclaimed, balancing a tray of fresh cookies.

Jimin offered your parents a practiced, polite greeting, but his eyes were locked on you. You didn't even look up, instead choosing to lean slightly closer to Liam as you scoffed. Jimin’s jaw tightened. He hated the way Liam looked at you, and he hated even more that you were using him as a shield.

"Come, Jimin, sit down," your father gestured toward an armchair.

"No, thank you. I’m just here for Y/n," Jimin replied, his voice clipped.

You finally looked at him, crossing your legs and arms in a defensive posture that screamed defiance. "I’m not coming back."

The air in the room grew thick with sudden tension. Your mother glanced between the two of you, her eyebrows shooting up in a silent interrogation. What have you done now?

"Y/n," Jimin repeated, his patience fraying at the edges. "We’re leaving."

"Y/n, sweetheart, what is this?" your mother interjected, trying to play peacemaker. "Did you two have a fight?"

"Maybe they did," Liam chimed in, his tone casually provocative. He leaned back, a smug look on his face. "Let her be, Jimin. It looks like you're the one in the wrong here."

That was it. The small thread of Jimin’s restraint snapped. He ignored Liam entirely, treating him like a buzzing insect, and marched straight toward you. Before you could even register the movement, he leaned down, hooked his arm firmly around your waist, and hoisted you over his shoulder in one fluid, powerful motion.

"Jimin! Put me down!" you squealed, your face flushing as you began to hammer your fists against his broad back.

"Mom! Dad! Do something!"

But your parents merely exchanged a knowing look and shared a small, amused smile. They knew Jimin, and they knew you; this was just another Tuesday in the volatile world of the Parks.

"Goodnight, everyone," Jimin called out over your protests, his grip like iron as he carried his prize out toward the car.

The drive back was a symphony of silence, punctuated only by the aggressive click of your tongue and the hum of the engine. The moment the car rolled to a stop, you bolted, slamming the door with a bone-rattling force that echoed through the driveway.

Jimin was right on your heels, his stride effortless but determined. "Y/n, stop."

You reached the bedroom and tried to shove the heavy oak door shut, but his foot was already there, acting as a solid wedge. He pushed his way inside with a calm strength that only infuriated you further. You whirled around, eyes flashing with lightning.

"What is this, Y/n? Are you a child?" he asked, his voice low and level.

"Fuck off!"

"Y/n." He stepped into your personal space, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, but you swatted his hand away violently.

"Get away! Go!" You began a frantic assault of palms against his chest, your hands drumming a rhythm of frustration against his firm muscles. He let you vent for a heartbeat before his hand shot out, capturing both of your wrists in a single, unbreakable grip. He let out a long, weary sigh.

"I am sorry," he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "I should have been at the event I was wrong, and I’m sorry."

You glared up at him, your chest heaving. "An apology doesn't fix it! You didn't call me all day! And then you had the audacity to block my cards!"

A ghost of a smirk played on Jimin’s lips. "I unlocked them this morning, love."

Your anger faltered for a fraction of a second. "You did?"

"Yes." He released your wrists, his thumb grazing your pulse point before he stepped back.

You quickly recovered, crossing your arms and pouting. "I’m not melting. Not a chance. Go away."

You sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Jimin followed, but instead of sitting beside you, he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hand found your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles against the fabric of your skirt.

"I'm sorry, baby. Truly," he pleaded.

He looked up at you, his sharp, intimidating features softening into an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion. It was the puppy eyes—the one weapon in his arsenal you hadn't built a defense for. No one in the outside world would believe that the ruthless Park Jimin was currently on his knees, begging for his wife’s forgiveness.

You felt your throat go dry. "Fuck off," you whispered, though the bite was gone from your voice.

Jimin’s eyes darkened, the "uppy facade vanishing to reveal the predator beneath. "You want the exact opposite of that, don't you?"

He leaned forward, his lips pressing a lingering, searing kiss to the sensitive skin of your knee. You gasped softly as he began to pepper your thighs with slow, deliberate kisses, his gaze never leaving yours. Slowly, almost traitorously, your knees began to part for him.

He urged your thighs further apart, his hands sliding up to bunch the fabric of your skirt. Jimin’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of your lace panties, the silk already darkened and clinging to your skin.

"When did you get this wet for me, huh?" he whispered against your skin, his voice a gravelly caress that made you ache.

The friction of his lips against your inner thighs sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as the last remnants of your anger dissolved into pure, primal need.

"Fuck!" You groaned, your fingers tangling in his soft hair. You didn't just pull him closer; you guided his face directly into the heat radiating from between your legs.

Jimin let out a low, vibrating hum of approval, his mouth pressing firmly against the silk of your panties. He didn't wait. He nipped at the fabric, his tongue swirling over your folds until the damp lace offered no more resistance.

"Ah!" Your head fell back against the pillows, a desperate sound escaping your throat.

"So good," he whispered, his voice a dark rasp against your skin as he finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid the lace down your legs. He didn't waste a second, burying his face in your softness and dragging his tongue over your clit in long, punishing strokes.

The room filled with the sound of your dangerous noises—the kind of wrecked, breathless moans that only he could draw out of you. Jimin gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you steady as he transitioned from teasing licks to deep, rhythmic laps. He pushed his tongue inside you, mimicking the motion of a thrust, while his thumb found your peak and circled it with dizzying speed.

"Jimin... more! Please!" you cried out, your knuckles whitening as you tugged at his hair.

He hummed against you, a vibration that rattled your very bones, and suddenly two fingers were sliding inside, hot and insistent. He began to massage your internal walls, his rhythm relentless.

"Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Clench for me," he growled.

You obeyed, your muscles spasming around his intrusion. The combination was too much—the suction of his mouth on your clit and the friction of his fingers deep inside you. You were a beautiful mess of squirming limbs and broken pleas until the first wave of your climax hit, sending a shudder through your entire frame. You came hard, your release coating his hand, and you could only gasp as he slowly licked every drop of you from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Fuck yeah... lick me clean, baby," you panted, your voice thick with honey.

Jimin’s smirk returned, dark and possessive. He delivered a sharp, playful slap against your sensitive skin, making you jump and moan all over again. Before you could catch your breath, he was back at it, his fingers working even faster.

"I can't... it's too much..." you whimpered, trying to pull your thighs together to escape the overwhelming sensation.

"No," he murmured, prying your legs back open and pinning them wide. "Squirt for me, baby. I want to see you lose it."

He intensified the assault, his fingers curling against your G-spot while his thumb hammered against your clit. The tension built until it felt like a physical weight in your chest. You whined, your body arching off the bed as the edge loomed closer.

"Ahh, fuck... J-Jimin!"

"Do it. Give it all to me."

A loud, broken cry tore from your lungs as a gush of liquid erupted from you. Jimin didn't flinch; he watched with hooded, hungry eyes as you clenched and pulsed, his tongue catching the liquid as it fell. You were shaking now, your legs trembling uncontrollably from the sheer force of it.

Finally, he pulled back. He took the two fingers that had been deep inside you and slid them into his own mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate sensuality that made your heart race for an entirely different reason.

"I am sorry," he said again, his voice dropping to that soft, melodic tone that always won you over.

You couldn't help the small, triumphant smile that tugged at your lips. Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upward. He hovered over you, his weight a welcome pressure, and as his lips met yours.

Masterlist

[hnjowlf]

NEXT 2 U

PAIRING: ateez members ( maknae line ) x reader

CONTAINS: light teasing and suggestive content

SUMMARY: ateez members getting caught making out with you

AUTHOR’S NOTES: omg sorry for being late! been quite busy lately, anyway enjoy the maknae line!! ( also pls ignore if there are any typos or grammar mistakes lolol i was too lazy to proofread and english is not my first language . . . )

MASTERLIST ⸝⸝ HYUNG LINE

✶⋆.˚ SAN

The two of you were in the dorm kitchen late at night, looking for snacks while the rest of the members were supposedly asleep.

You kept opening every cabinet, searching for snacks the members had hidden from you, since you loved to sneak around and steal their favorites. Instead of helping, San leaned against the counter, watching you open every cabinet.

“Be careful, love,” San gently reminds you.

“You know,” you pointed out. “You could at least pretend to search.”

“I am searching.”

You snapped at him, “You haven’t moved for the past five minutes.”

“I found what I was looking for already,” San moved closer to you.

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy pick-up line, “You’re weird.”

A few seconds later, you finally found the exact snack you were looking for, “Found it!” you exclaimed, standing on your tiptoes and stretching slightly to reach the top shelf. However, the second you stepped backward, your sock slipped against the slippery kitchen floor.

“Whoa–”

Before you could fully lose your balance, San quickly grabbed your waist, instantly pulling you back against him so you barely had time to react. One of his hands stayed firmly at your waist while the other steadied your body, your faces suddenly way closer than before.

For a second, both of you just froze. “Told you to be careful,” he murmured.

“I was careful,” your voice was stern. 

“You almost died reaching for chips.”

“Okay, that was dramatic,” you laughed breathlessly. Before you could say anything else, San leaned down and kissed you suddenly. 

His hands tightened around your waist, preventing you from falling. You responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as your bodies swayed instinctively, caught in the momentum of the kiss. He trailed kisses down your jawline, guiding you backward as you reached out, fingertips grazing the edge of the kitchen counter.

As you moved together, the room became a blur of soft furniture and scattered shadows. The two of you completely forgot where you were, until.

Wooyoung stood near the kitchen entrance, rubbing his eyes–not believing what he just saw, “I don't even wanna know.”

You jumped apart instantly, and you hid behind San’s huge figure in embarrassment. Meanwhile, San just blinked once before smiling sheepishly. “In our defense,” he started.

“There is no defense, Hyung.” Wooyoung interrupted immediately. He groaned dramatically before walking back toward the hallway.

San turned back toward you with the biggest grin, “You okay though?”

You stared at him in disbelief, “That’s your biggest concern right now?”

“Yes?” San answered innocently.

Despite everything just happened, you still ended up laughing while San pulled you back against his side again.

✶⋆.˚ MINGI

You had been lying against his chest for nearly an hour, his arms loosely wrapped around you while soft music played quietly in the background. At some point, the conversation faded gently, leaving only comfortable silence between the two of you. Eventually, you glanced at your phone and sighed softly before pushing yourself up slightly.

“It’s getting late,” you mumbled sleepily. “I should probably go home.”

Mingi immediately frowned, “Already?”

“It’s literally past midnight.”

“So? Stay a bit longer,” he pouted.

You scoffed, “You said that like an hour ago.”

“And I still mean it,” before you could get up properly. Mingi grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you right back against him, making you fall onto his chest again with a surprised laugh.

“Mingi!” you yelped.

“What?” He smiled sleepily. “Five more minutes, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes while he looked up at you with the softest expression, “That’s never actually five minutes with you.”

Then, before you could keep arguing, Mingi leaned up and kissed you softly. 

It was supposed to be a quick and lazy kiss, but the second you kissed him back properly, he smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer again. His smile lingered in the kisses, turning the kiss from soft to something deeper, more alive. “You were supposed to be leaving,” he mumbled teasingly between kisses.

“This is your fault.”

“Mhm.”

A few more kisses later, you found yourself sitting on Mingi’s lap, his hands resting lightly on your waist, steadying you as his lips claimed yours again and again. Each kiss was a lingering promise, deep and slow, teasing and bold.

“Mingi,” you laughed softly. “Seriously, I should–”

The bedroom door suddenly opened.

The two of you froze instantly. 

It was Hongjoong. 

“Ah…so this is awkward,” Mingi groaned, covering his face with his hands.

Meanwhile, you hid your face in Mingi’s shoulder, completely mortified.

“I saw nothing!” Hongjoong said quickly before shutting the bedroom door. A few seconds later, the door creaked open again, and he peeked his head inside. “Next time, lock the door before traumatizing people,” he muttered before closing it again.

The second the door shut, Mingi laughed quietly, “So…can you stay five more minutes now?”

✶⋆.˚ WOOYOUNG

The hallway near the dressing rooms was unusually empty for once. You had only pulled Wooyoung aside because he’d been whining all day about not getting enough attention from you.

“You’re so needy today,” you complained while he followed you from behind down the hallway.

“And whose fault is that?”

You stopped in your tracks, turning back to him, “How would that even be my fault?”

“You made me obsessed with you.” Wooyoung moved closer to you.

“That sounds like a YOU problem.”

Wooyoung gasped dramatically, “Wow, you're so cold.”

“Oh, you’ll survive,” you crossed your arms while rolling your eyes, trying to hold your smile, but Wooyoung noticed immediately.

“There it is,” he grinned proudly. “That smile.”

“You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

“And yet you love me, right?” he teases back at you.

Before you could answer back, Wooyoung’s hand found yours, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulled you closer. Suddenly, he had you backed against the wall with his other hand slid beside your head, framing your face with quiet confidence.

“What are you doing?” you laughed quietly. 

“Getting your attention,” he smirked.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Mhm,” then he kissed you before you could continue talking. One hand rested firmly at your waist, pulling you impossibly close while the other held your jaw with a gentle yet possessive touch. His lips moved against yours with a bold confidence, with every kiss a statement, every breath a promise.

“Wooyoung,” you whispered between the kisses. “Someone’s gonna see.”

“No, they won’t.”

“You said that last time.”

He grinned against your lips, deepening the kiss while completely ignoring your protests. 

Which was exactly why neither of you noticed someone turning the corner until a voice suddenly went, “I’m uncomfortable.”

You jumped immediately, while Wooyoung only turned his head slowly toward San, who was standing nearby.

“And now you interrupted a beautiful moment,” Wooyoung complained immediately.

“More like a disgusting moment,” San continued.

“Okay, hater,” Wooyoung replied.

Meanwhile, you were hiding your burning face with your hands, feeling shy while the two of them argued back and forth. “You’re unbelievable," San sighed before finally walking away.

Wooyoung watched him leave before looking back down at you innocently, “Anyway, where were we?”

You uncovered your face while staring at him, “You cannot be serious.”

“I’m extremely serious,” he smiled.

Then he leaned down, attempting to kiss you again while you laughed and shoved his face away immediately.

✶⋆.˚ JONGHO

Most of the staff had stepped outside the dressing room, leaving only the soft noise of distant conversations echoing outside. Jongho sat beside you on the couch, still half-dressed for the next performance, jacket slightly unbuttoned while he scrolled through something on his phone.

You noticed a piece of hair stuck near his shoulder and reached over automatically, “Hold still.”

He glanced at you, “What?”

“There’s something on your jacket.” Your fingers brushed against the fabric carefully while Jongho silently watched you the entire time.

“Okay, there you go,” you smiled softly while brushing away the piece of hair.

Instead of saying ‘thank you’, Jongho gently grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. 

You blinked, “What?”

“Come here for a second,” he mumbled quietly.

He suddenly leaned closer and kissed you, with one hand remaining loosely wrapped around your wrist, holding you tenderly but with a subtle strength, the other settled at your waist, pulling you closer against him. A small smile lifted the corner of your lips against his lips as you pulled back just enough to look at him, “You’re so clingy today,” you whispered.

“You don’t sound like you mind.”

“I didn’t say that.”

Then, without hesitation, he kissed you again. This time, more proper and deeper, with intention and a quiet hunger that sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. Before you realized it, you were settling halfway onto his lap, your body molded perfectly against his. His hands tightened slightly at your waist while his lips never left yours.

And that was exactly when the dressing room door opened.

“Jongho ya~ They’re looking for–” Yeosang’s voice was cut off by something he’ll be traumatised for life.

You pulled away immediately in shock, while Jongho barely reacted at all.

The room became painfully silent. Jongho just looked at Yeosang calmly while holding your hand.

“Staff’s looking for you,” Yeosang finally said, awkwardly. 

“Okay, thanks,” Jongho replied casually.

A few seconds of silence passed before Yeosang slowly backed out of the room, “I’m gonna pretend I didn't see anything.” Then the door quickly shut.

“Oh my god,” you buried your face in Jongho’s chest.

“That was embarrassing,” he chuckled while looking completely unbothered.

You turned to stare at him in confusion, “How are you so calm right now?”

Jongho only smiled slightly before fixing his jacket, “because we weren't doing anything wrong.”

“Jonghoongie, we were making out.”

“And?” 

You sat there speechless while he looked at you with the smallest hint of amusement in his eyes.

CURATED BY @hnjowlf

[atzinwonderland]

Ateez when their s/o’s friend sends them a picture of their s/o

.・✫・゜・。..・✫・゜・。

suggestive, angst, fluff

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

[goatedgreen]

i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know

[frownyalfred]

in which I am both at the same time…somehow