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[gyuisxue]

❛ BF TEXTS W/ ──── Ξ j. wooyoung

a smau if you were dating wooyoung!

warnings: suggestive, cursing, nicknames, unhinged, non!idol au. Do comment and reblog if possible! i’m trying my best to get un shadow banned

WOOYOUNG ✘ san ✘ more to come!

[emowooyoung]

bf!ateez x shy reader texts

pairing: individual ot8 x reader

summary: situations in which reader has a mini freak out over being shy/embarrassed

warnings: suggestive content in some (making out, allusions to sex) but nothing expllicit

authors notes: i just thought this would be funny lol

hongjoong:

seonghwa:

yunho:

yeosang:

san:

mingi:

wooyoung:

jongho:

[ikeumiu]

𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗-𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦𓍼

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── in which your husband still pampers you like a queen, regardless of your “insufferable”mood swings.

﹙ 𝟪𝟪𝟫 ﹚ husband!wooyoung x pregnant!reader | 𝑓𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 + physical touch reader is self-deprecating petnames food mentioned ﹗

the room felt crowded. though, the only things that remained in the space were you and lola. the raven-haired feline was curled up against your side, occasionally purring and nudging your belly with the tip of her nose.

you lay in bed with her, trying your best to catch a few hours of shut-eye like wooyoung had told you to do, but your side of the bed didn’t feel as comfortable as it used to. as your due date approached, you felt as if your body wasn’t even yours anymore and you weren’t you.

and then there were the hormones.

all day, your moods had been up and down the wall, switching every 5 minutes. first, you’d be wrapped around wooyoung, pressing kisses to his lips and the next, you’d be yelling at him about a light he didn’t fix because he forgot.

you felt like an absolute mess, and even worse for having your husband put up with it. but wooyoung never acted as if he’d grown tired of it. he never treated you like you were a chore or a burden, though you’d expressed that you felt that way many times, he didn’t listen to it—the negative things you’d say about yourself, and he made sure you didn’t either.

instead, he’d replace them with kind, reassuring praises that never failed to warm your heart. and every morning included a routine of him standing in the mirror with you, while he made you say at least 3 things you loved about yourself. it would sound cheesy to anyone else but he thought it was important for you and the baby. hearing those affirmations rather than the self-depreciation was healthier.

but you still have bad days, like today. where you’re not really sure what’s going on but you’re feeling every emotion, all at the same time.

wooyoung was settled downstairs in the kitchen, where there were veggies and seasonings spread all across the marble countertop. he made it his mission to prepare your favorite comfort meal, though you had insisted on him staying in bed with you.

it’d been a few more moments of you laying there before you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, causing you to sit up, almost too quickly.

your husband entered your bedroom with a full plate in his hand, his hair tousled like he’d fought to cook that meal for you.

“y’still awake?” he asked softly, his voice careful and filled with a bit of concern. you hummed in response, watching as he walked closer to your side of the bed.

your back rested against the headboard now, lola still buried into your side, though she protested at the sudden change of position. the bottom of your tank top had risen, your growing tummy being on display as wooyoung reached out to rest his palm against it for a moment.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” his hand caressed the underside of your stomach, easing some of the discomfort you felt.

“you tell me everyday,” you scoffed, half-jokingly.

“mhm,” wooyoung’s hand left your belly, reaching for the fork on the plate. “‘cause you deserve to be told, baby.”

you groaned, suddenly annoyed. “what do you want, woo?”

“to take care of my wife,” he stabbed some of the food onto the fork before bringing it to your mouth. “open.”

you turned your head away, reluctant. you weren’t in the mood to eat or even have wooyoung near you, which sounded so cruel but he ignored it. he knew you didn’t mean for your tone to sound so snappy, or for you to be pushing him away as much as you did.

“honey,” he sighed. “you have to eat something.”

a lump began to form in your throat as you felt yourself become more agitated.

“i don’t want it.”

“c’mon, please? one bite and i’ll leave you alone.”

you hesitated, turning back to him for a moment. “one bite and you’ll cuddle me?”

“i thought you didn’t want me near you?” he snickered.

you narrowed your eyes at him before opening your mouth for him to feed you, just as he usually did. he fed you one forkful before setting the plate onto your nightstand.

“so, are you cuddling me or lola?” he asked before climbing to his side. there was a playful tone in his voice but he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible, and if that meant he had to move himself to the living room, he’d be okay with that.

“how about both?” you opened your arms for him as he settled on his side, pulling the sheet over your laps. you shifted your head to rest on his chest, his hand coming to rest against your belly again.

after a few moments of silence and relishing in each other’s company, you spoke again.

“i’m sorry for being so insufferable,” you mumbled into the fabric of his tee.

he chuckled softly, “i don’t know what you mean.”

you picked up your head to look at him, “i feel like all i do is scream and shout at you these days.”

“well, honey, if i were carrying a human inside of me, i would also want my own space,” he reasoned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

“your mood swings don’t make me love you any less.”

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kiss it better ⋆❀˖

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paring: bf!yeosang x female!reader

summary: you’ve noticed something about your boyfriend, he’s getting big.. when he goes to open a bag of chips, it tears down the side, sleeves of his shirts have become tighter. you start to wonder what he can do with all this muscle..

warnings: kissing, reader is implied plus sized, size difference, big dick yeo, cumming on readers thighs and stomach.

𝜗𝜚 a note from haze wrapped with a bow: this is by far the horniest thing i have ever written so be prepared! this is a repost of a fic i made in october.

Yeosang has been getting a lot bigger lately, his arms are huge, veins lining his biceps that have literally reached the size of your head.. When his shirt lifts, you’re greeted with the most softest, gorgeous abs you’ve ever seen, not too defined just perfect and pretty.. He has a softly defined V line with veins leading down.. Along with his angelic face, Yeosang has the body that makes you literally forget how to breathe for a moment. The other day when you were cooking and couldn’t open up a jar, normally when you’d ask him it would take him a few seconds but now he almost breaks the jar opening it so easily.. You’ve noticed this and decided to ask him about it.

“Sangie.. Have you been bulking.. Maybe working out your arms more?” He gives you the same flustered face he always does, he has no idea what he does to you.

“M- Maybe..?” He says crossing his arms and getting shy like he usually does.

“You look like you have been, I bet you could lift me now..”

Around ten minutes after you say that.. He’s on top of you as the two of you kiss, his kisses are always so passionate.. His lips press against yours every second literally leaving you ruined, lips wet, parted and your hair messy. He goes to wrap his arm around you as he doesn’t realize his own strength, he ends up lifting your hips and almost your whole torso to his.. That’s when he realizes he CAN lift you, his arms flex, his biceps are gigantic, you can’t even see the ceiling because of how broad he is.. He quickly slips your pants and panties down, he sits up on his knees trying to get his pants undone as you just admire the view. His waist is so slim and pretty, his arms are literally like you’ve never seen before, his pretty hands working at his belt.. As he finally pulls it down, you’re greeted with the prettiest dick ever, long, pretty, light veins up his base, a cute shade of pink it turns when he’s hard.. He quickly lifts your hips again, rubbing his fingers up softly as he spreads your already slick pussy before he pushes in softly. I cannot express enough how much this man WHIMPERS, the sounds are literally perfection, Yeosang’s deep voice clashes with his soft whimpers.. You feel his hands press against your hips as he lifts them, he sits up on his knees so he can lift and bring you to his dick. Your legs feel like jelly already, making you harder to lift up, absolutely no problem for Yeosang. He repositions himself to where he’s hovering over you again, his arms wrapped around your waist as he lifts your shaking body with each thrust.. His face buried in your neck as you stare up at the ceiling, your hands grip his biceps and all of the sudden he lets out a choked groan and his biceps tense in your hand, he drops you for a second, your hips hitting the couch as it pulls him out of you.. That’s when both of you finish, your arousal drips down your thighs as he finishes onto your stomach from your lifted shirt..

[hyungseos-cafe]

You’ve been distant

pairing: Idol Boyfriend!Hongjoong x Reader ft. Seonghwa

genre: idol au, slice of life, angst, fluff

warning: swearing

summary: Hongjoong loves you, so much that he doesn’t know what to do with himself… but he just sucks at showing it. Both you and him confide in Seonghwa who tries to bring the two of you together again.

a/n: Poor Hongjoong 😭 he’s just a little lost when it comes to love 🥲 thank you guys again for the support!

part 1/?

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synopsis: “when we break up…” prank

warnings: none

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୨⎯ Stingray ⎯୧

✎: idol!san x fem!reader

wc — 650

content — established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, period comfort, san taking care of you, flowers, snacks, heating pad that he found just for you, crying because he's too perfect, pet names (baby, sannie, princess), soft san, domestic fluff, mood swings acknowledged, reader is emotional, san is a green flag

note — i need him

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It's that time of the month. You're curled up in bed, knees tucked to your chest, a pillow clutched against your stomach like it might somehow hold you together. The first day is always the worst for you—the cramps, the fatigue, the overwhelming urge to cry at absolutely nothing. Thankfully, it's the weekend, and you don't have to work. The sad part is that your boyfriend San has schedules today and is only supposed to get home late.

It's now 6 PM, and you hear the front door open.

You know it's San, but you find it weird—he wasn't supposed to be home for at least a few more hours. You don't have the strength to get up, so you just lie there, listening to his footsteps in the hallway.

San enters the room and stops at the sight of you—all crunched up in pain, buried under blankets, looking absolutely miserable. He has several bags in his hands, the plastic rustling as he sets them down.

He puts everything on the dresser and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over to brush your hair out of your face.

"Hey, baby," he says softly, his voice gentle like he's soothing a wounded animal.

"Hi, Sannie." Your voice comes out small, tired. "You got home early."

He smiles, but there's concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I asked them to let me leave earlier. I couldn't stand the thought of you being here alone like this." He gestures to the bags. "I got you some stuff."

You sit up slowly, your face scrunching up in pain as a cramp hits. Your hand presses against your lower stomach instinctively.

His face drops at the sight, his eyebrows knitting together. "Careful, baby. Take it slow."

He reaches out and helps you sit all the way up, propping the pillows behind your back so you're comfortable.

"Okay," he says, reaching for the first bag. "So first, I bought you some flowers—just to cheer you up. I know you like them." He pulls out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh my god, San, they're so pretty." You reach out to touch the petals, a small smile breaking through the pain.

He sets them on the nightstand, then digs into the next bag. "I also bought you some snacks and chocolate." He unloads an assortment of your favorites—the salty chips you crave, the sweet chocolate you hoard, even that weird candy you thought you were the only one who liked.

Then he reaches for the last bag, and his expression shifts—excited, almost giddy.

"And… I know you already have a heating pad, but I saw you looking at these on TikTok, and I found it in store today." He pulls out a stingray-shaped heating pad—the exact one you've been searching for for months. The one you showed him at 2 AM, half-asleep, mumbling about how cute it was. The one you thought he'd forgotten about.

Your eyes water immediately.

"Oh no," he says, panicking. "Baby, what is it? Are you hurting?" He pulls you into his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head. "God, why are you crying?"

You pull away, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry, it's just—you're so perfect, and you always take care of me, and fuck—" You laugh through the tears. "Sorry, I'm just… the mood swings are crazy."

He exhales in relief, a small laugh escaping him. "You scared me."

He cups your face, thumbs wiping away the tears on your cheeks. "You don't have to thank me, baby. It's my duty as your boyfriend, okay?" He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Now lay down, and I'll go heat up your new friend. I'll bring you water too."

You lay back against the pillows, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

"Be right back, princess," he says, kissing your head one more time.

And you watch him leave toward the kitchen, his footsteps fading down the hall.

You lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what nation you saved in a past life to have him in your life.

[kisssan]

thinking about ... san and cute aggression .ᐟ

you wake up before SAN, and for a second, you just stare at him. he’s on his back, lips slightly parted, hair messy against the pillow, his arm thrown over your waist, fingers curled loosely into your shirt, and the overwhelming, unbearable, almost painful kind of love hits you all at once.

your heart creates a rhythm of its own, hands grip the sheets, because he looks so ridiculously adorable you actually feel irritated about it. cute aggression floods your system so suddenly that you have to clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from squealing, and so you lean down, sinking your teeth into his bare bicep.

“ow–” he jolts awake, eyes blinking open in confusion as he looks down at you still latched onto his arm. you don’t even apologize, just stare at him with wide and unhinged eyes. “did you just bite me?”

“i had to,” muffling groans against his skin, “you’re too cute.”

“that doesn’t explain why you’re tearing my flesh.”

you finally pull back, only to immediately grab his arm with both hands and squeeze hard. he lets out a sleepy laugh, voice still raspy, “cute aggression, hm?”

nodding before crawling on top of him and burying your face into his chest. your arms wrap around him, legs tangled with his, he oofs softly but doesn’t push you away as his hands settle on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“baby,” he chuckles under his breath, tightening his hold, “it’s probably nine in the morning, and i’m already under attack.”

you cling tighter, pressing your face into him like you’re trying to fuse your bodies together, and it doesn’t stop there.

by the time lunchtime rolls around, you’re a complete mess. you’ve been glued to him all morning: following him into the kitchen, into the bathroom while holding his hand, back to the couch every time he sits down, you’re in his lap within seconds. every time he stands, you’re wrapped around his arm like a koala refusing to descend from its tree.

now you’re crying, hot tears running down your cheeks, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap, your face buried in his neck, weeping and soaking his shirt.

“what happened?” he asks gently, hands rubbing up and down your back, and you try to answer, “i don’t know, i just–” your voice cracks. “i love you so much i feel stupid.”

“oh,” he goes quiet for a second, then exhales, “it’s one of those days.”

you nod before biting his shoulder this time, not even warning him.

“oh… okay, yeah, definitely one of those days,” he winces, adjusting you higher on his lap. his hands cradle your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, pulling you closer as you sniffle, immediately biting his collarbone as he hisses, “just maybe don’t leave teeth marks where people can see them.”

then he leans down and bites your cheek, and you stare at him in disbelief, as he grins, showing off his dimples.

“if i’m your chew toy today… then you’re mine too.”

“sannie–”

“don’t ‘sannie’ me,” he mutters, nuzzling into you again before peppering quick kisses on cheeks, nose, jaw, and then the lips.

you try to squirm away, but he only tightens his hold, rolling so you’re pinned beneath him. his fingers wiggle into your sides, making you shriek. he tickles you mercilessly, laughing when you curl into yourself, and when you finally catch your breath, he cups your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together.

“you think i don’t feel that too?” he murmurs, voice softer. “look at you, how am i supposed to survive this?”

it just turns into the two of you rolling around the bed, alternating between biting, squeezing, tickling, and kissing like you aren’t madly in love and have absolutely no idea how to deal with the way your hearts seem to only know how to beat for each other.

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[maho6any]

pillow princess

arrmmmmsss.... armmssas,d, asrmmsss,,

bf!san x f!reader

content: headlock, mirror play, recording, pronebone

wc: 2k

thinking about san...

you kind of wished he had never found out about it. not really, but now it certainly seems he likes to use it as leverage against you.

your boyfriend was gentle in all the ways that count. soft touches that made you feel like precious art. sweet words of encouragement that made you feel seen. but sometimes you feel like he might be too gentle with you.

the only times he ever let that soft-handed mask down were when he was fucking you.

and the first time he ever found out about your little infatuation, he seemed to have grown a little more comfortable with roughing it up a little.

“oh god… oh baby. fuck, you feel so good.” on your stomach, face pressed into the sheets, san’s face nudged in the tight space where your neck meets your shoulder. his arms caged either side of your head, resting his forearms next to your ears.

his chest was glued to your back, your spine digging into his stomach. bare and hot and wet, your bodies pressed against each other without an inch of space to speak for. your entire body shivered when he forced himself deeper into you, his curved, thick cock splitting your cunt open.

this position had him so deep, so invasive, so full. his hips rolled against the flesh of your ass, san’s voice dipping low in needy moans when you squeezed around him while he pulled his hips back, listening to the slick sound your pussy made, trying to keep him inside.

“pussy’s so warm today, baby.” he lets his mouth fall open against the shell of your ear, panting and groaning to make your brain melt. “making me feel so fucking crazy, you make me feel crazy, pretty.”

you forced your head out of the pillow when you felt his thrusts slow to a deep grind, pulling a ragged whine from your mouth. you pried your eyes open to watch as his arms moved around your head.

“turn, look at us.” he kisses below your ear, and drags his tongue up the side of your cheek. his right arm reaches and grabs his phone from the corner of the bed, holding it tight in his hand and scrolling and pressing buttons.

you forget he keeps a tall mirror against his bedroom wall, right next to the end of his bed. you can see the top halves of your melded bodies. his big, broad shoulders shadow your littler form under him. his soft, flushed face meeting your eyes in the reflection, his big, meaty arms flexing and twitching around your head every time he moved.

you watch to try and see what he was doing, and he punishes your nosiness with a sharp, deep thrust that makes your calf lock up.

“mind your business, babydoll.” he grumbles, then you feel it. his left arm curls around the front of your throat, tight. the muscles twitch and contract over your neck, just enough to limit your breathing. snug, warm and secure around the front of your throat.

he feels you tighten around his cock, and it makes his skin prickle. “ooh, fuck…” he groans and you feel his voice vibrate against your back. you forced your eyes up and you can see his phone recording your reflection in the mirror. catching the fucked out look on your face, his thick arm wrapped around your throat in an owning headlock.

his mouth spreads into a sly grin when your eyes roll when he pulls back his hips and then sinks his cock back into you so slowly, so smoothly, your legs jerk under him to try and escape the feeling.

“my soft little slut…” san leans down to whisper in your ear, the flash of his camera moving with each thrust. he licks the tears that pool at the corner of your eyes before he drags his head back up to watch you both in the mirror.

“look at you go, baby.” he praises around a heated smile. “drooling all over my arm like some kind of puppy. does that feel good? hm?”

you whimper out an incoherent agreement, and he giggles softly, littering the nape of your neck with soft kisses. he adjusts his hips to drag against that deeper, sweeter spot, that makes you still and lightly sink your teeth into his arm.

he keeps that meaner pace, deep heavy strokes in your guts that you can do nothing but lie under his body and take. his arm around your neck made clouds swim around in your brain. he tightens the hold, and you squeal loudly, barely catching the way he zooms in with his phone to better catch the pretty look on your face.

your cheeks squished by his muscles, your eyes desperate and heavy-lidded. he thought you looked so cute, and who would’ve thought that all he had to do to get you this needy was to put you in a headlock.

san fucks you greedily, the curve of him perfectly hitting that spot that turned your mind off. his voice egged you on, his low moans, and his pretty heavy breaths. groaning ’mhms’ of approval with every thrust into you as if he was grading the feel of your cunt around him. with every stroke, you only seemed to get even wetter, and the proof was the sticky web of your slick that clung to his base.

“mm, i love fucking my baby, slow… and stupid.” he attaches his lips to the pulse point on your neck, sucking and running his tongue over the sensitive spot of skin. “jus wanna fuck you so deep it hurts.”

he’s in your ear, talking to you and only you. all the while his phone catches every moment, every thrust and every moan.

his lower stomach repeatedly brushes against your back, his cock stirring up your insides at the most, torturous and delicate pace. the slow smack of flesh, the sticky hollow sound of your cunt swallowing all of him.

you feel his knees brace against either side of your hips again, adjusting his posture a little. his arm around your throat tightens to your near limit, his head nudges against your neck, his lips whispering against your cheek.

this way he uses your neck as leverage to anchor is body to allow him to fuck his cock into you a little faster, a little rougher.

“yeah, baby, yeah. take all of me. all of me.” san’s voice drops into a breathy purr, pressing his lips directly against your ear, the soft skin tickling you. “givin this pussy a workout hm?”

you groan and kick your feet, and he laughs at you as hand from the arm he’s got your neck trapped in buries itself in your tangled hair and yanks your head to the side so you’re fully facing the mirror, your ear resting below his jaw.

“you like to be lazy. you like to lie here— fuck… lie here and take dick, helpless and limp. let sannie do all the work huh, princess? let this pussy do all the work for you?”

he turns his head and your eyes catch in the mirror. his eyes are lidded, competent and heated. yours are foggy, tear-glazed, spent. he smiles at your expression and growls under his breath when you clench around his dick again.

his fingers scrape against your scalp with every heavy stroke of his hips, his pretty grunts and moans making your belly twist into swirls.

your hands grasp at the sheets, your cries coming out choked and breathy then more san fucked you, and he seemingly forgot that you needed to breathe until you tapped on his bicep to tell him to let up.

he does immediately, loosening the hold on your throat. you gasp and choke, but he doesn’t stop moving his hips, fucking you slow and deep while you regain your breath.

“aww, ‘m sorry babydoll.” he kisses your temple and you could feel him giggle against your skin. his voice lowers to that brain ticking whisper and you feel your air stolen from you again.

“bet you would’ve looked so pretty passed out on my cock.” he finally sets down his phone and takes his now free hand and trails it down your body, running along the side of your waist, his hips never stopping that deep, languid push and pull.

“looking all soft and sleepy.” his hand snakes between your body and the bed and finds your clit with his coarse fingertips. you gasp and squirm under him, your body shaking as a plea for mercy. san only laughs, circling upwards against the sensitive nerves while he splits your pussy open, over and over and over again.

“think i could still make you cum in your sleep princess?” he whispers against your throat and you feel as his arm tightens its hold around your throat once again. you feel the bed start to shake and your cunt start to burn with pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling you long and deep at just the right angle.

“mmhm, soak my cock baby.” he growls under a moan, letting his tongue fall from his mouth and tasting the flushed skin on your throat. “make it smell like you.”

he bites his bottom lip and his eyebrows furrow, his cock pounding into you so full he just might had been close to fucking your cervix.

his fingers on your clit continue to move at that dragging, spherical pattern that helps that pressure build slowly. stroke my stroke, praise by praise. you melt under his body while he uses you as he sees fit. your pussy sucks him in everytime he draws back, your pretty little moans make san’s head spin.

“gonna fuck myself to that video everynight while im on tour.” he promises against your skin, your orgasm dangerously close to sweeping you onto the floor. he rolls his hips with every thrust, forcing his fat tip to press against your gspot.

“eee..every n-night..?” you whimper deliriously, his cock effectively having cut off all cognitive function, a stupid smile spread across your face.

he laughs and kisses your shoulder as he rolls his hips a little harder. “mhm, every night baby. i'll send you some videos so this pussy-” he thrusts hard this time, as if acknowledging her himself. “-doesn't miss me too much. want you to remember how good i make you feel while i'm gone.”

you shake violently when his tip nudges that spot just right, and right at that moment you cum on the spot. your limbs jerk and twitch and once san’s felt you cumming he eases his hips into a faster rut, pounding your pussy through your orgasm, fucking you through it.

“there we go, there we go. let it take you baby, keep cumming, keep cumming for me.” he pinches your clit and teases it with gentle brushes while he mounts you on his mattress.

his arm is covered in your drool, the red indentations of your bite marks inflamed on his skin. san looks back at you in the mirror, and you’re too out of it to notice as he pulls out his phone again and starts to record the reflection.

your eyes are shut and your brows are furrowed in bliss, lips parted in pathetic whines, your cheek resting against his bicep. he keeps his eyes on the mirror as your face twists in overstimulation when he starts to grind his cock deep into you.

his muscles flex, and he can feel the strain in his wrist from continually holding the camera up to capture you two. your shoulder twitches every time he bottoms out into your pussy, and your eyelids flutter every time he presses his palm against your lower stomach. he catches every change in expression, every twitch of your body, every lilt in your moans.

he always misses you so bad when hes away, so he always makes sure he fucks you so unbelievably well that you could probably do without him for at least a few days.

until you’re sore, or your stomach burns, or you physically can’t cum anymore. and he’ll be so methodic, so thorough, so gentle. anything to get you satiated for the first few days in his absence.

he's gotta work you out of his system somehow anyway, or else he'll be a horny, delirious wreck on tour.

the videos help with his withdrawal symptoms.

[stxrrywoo]

thinking about san being needy and marking

the room was filled with loud squelching sounds and a mixture of yours and san's moans as he bullied his cock into your slick walls. you weren't even sure how you had gotten to this point. what was just a normal movie night with sugar-filled snacks and soda turned into a very heated scene that closely resembled the one that was playing, forgotten on the screen of the tv.

"f-fuck, baby, you feel so damn good," san whined as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds while yours echoed in his ears. your freshly manicured nails dug into the already red skin of his shoulders, adding to the previously existing marks. you tried to respond to your dark-haired boyfriend, but all coherent thoughts fled from your mind the moment you felt him brush over your sweet spot.

"sannie!" you nearly screamed, back arching off the bed and allowing him to plunge even deeper into your wet walls. tears blurred your vision and pleas of being close fell from your slack lips, but san didn't stop, nor slow down.

"i'm sorry, love, you— nghh! fuck, your pussy is just too good." san breathed onto your skin, lips sucking deep purple and red marks along your neck and shoulder as he continued to fuck his aching cock into your walls, groaning when you tightened around him.

your high was racing up to you, threatening to knock you over the edge at any given moment. the tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free as you clung to your feline-eyed boyfriend. when the smooth head of his cock kissed your cervix, you came without warning, body spazzing under san's as incoherent warbles fell from your saliva-slick lips. san gasped out, followed by a pitched whine when your walls tightened around him like a vice, begging him to never leave.

"holy shit," san whined, pulling his face from your neck to take in your fucked out expression, and that was enough to nearly send him over, but he still needed a little more.

moving a shaky hand from his shoulder to his neck, you pulled him down into a sloppy, spit-filled kiss. san's hands tightened on your hips, sure to leave bruises the next morning, but neither of you cared at the given moment. his lips trailed from yours down to your jaw before finding your collarbone, nipping softly at the skin and causing your back to arch again.

"s-san—" your words caught in your throat when he suddenly bit down on your collarbone, almost breaking the skin. a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through you, and your walls clamped around san's cock, finally tipping him over the edge.

"fuckkk…" san whined as he buried his face in your neck, teeth sinking into your skin once more as he fucked his cum back into your twitching walls.

© 𝐬𝐭𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

[way2jellyous]

Let the freak out

pairings: ot8 ateez x reader (separate) x fem!reader

summary: SMAU over the new concept photos..

warnings: cussing, suggestiveness

⭑루안: something quick after i swa them pictured how are they so unreal (back on loser mings i love him) also finally made a taglist so check it out!

requested!!

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

taglist: @belongjoong @stxrrywoo @minkieater @moooonandroses @kisssan @thatateezgirl @karlee10261990

© 2025 way2jellyous

[everyonewooeverywhere]

DJJJJJJJJ so..... fem woo... ughhhh, I already told you how crazy she makes me ^^ however, there's this one thought in my head and idk why, but I feel so strongly that she tastes like cherries and she knows you love it so she always wears the gloss and teases when you ask for a kiss....

UGHHH WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME DJ?!?!?!?!??!?

kaylaaaaa 👹👹

i’m just gonna..yeah ok (she’s a stoner too we’ve talked abt this 🥲)

“youngie~” you pout up at her, tugging on her sleeve. she looks down at where your head is in her lap, eyes shot red and unfocused.

she smiles softly, hand cupping your cheek, “hi babygirl.” the blunt tips of her fingers trail down your neck, hooking through the little chain on your neck. she eyes the locket that rests right between your breasts. a small smirk spreads across her lips.

you pout again, leaning up toward her. “so needy,” she mutters, ghosting her lips over yours. she’s so close to you.

her hand slides down your chest to between your legs, cupping your pussy with her hand—the lace of your panties her only barrier. you moan softly, but she swallows it, lips slotting over her own.

you can barely taste the traces of weed. instead you’re overwhelmed by the cherry flavor of her lip gloss. the one she’s practically trained you to salivate over.

when she pulls back, she lets the string of spit connect you. running her thumb over your lips—smearing all the transferred gloss down your chin.

you watch as she reaches into the pocket of her sweatshirt, pulling out the tube of lip gloss to reapply it. a sign you’re in for a very long night.

[lcvejjoong]

would you still love me if i was a worm?

synopsis : asking your boyfriend if he would still love you if you were/turned into a worm

warnings : mentions of arson, murder joke

genre : smau, fluff, rom-com

featuring : non-idol! boyfriend! ateez x fem! reader

author’s note : requested by @fluffypuddingatz ! this was lowkey stressful but still super fun to make 😻 haven’t made a smau in supa dupa lobg so bear wif me 🙏 (also i made a mistake in jongho’s so don’t mind the empty space)

KIM HONGJOONG

PARK SEONGHWA

JEONG YUNHO

KANG YEOSANG

CHOI SAN

SONG MINGI

JUNG WOOYOUNG

CHOI JONGHO

© lcvejjoong, 2026

[conscbgb]

When Mingi goes 🥺

[minkisdoll]

rockstar!hongjoong blurbs

nsfw 18+ an. blurbs for bsf @t0zsu ’s birthday!! sorry its not a lot but i hope you love it regardless xo vivi

rockstar boyfriend! Hongjoong who…

- paints your nails to match ( marking his territory)

- makes merch for his band, special ones for you like ”number 1 Hongjoong girl”

- plays guitar all day everyday. But when his fingers are not occupied on strings, they’re busy elsewhere..

- on that note,, LOVES to play with your hair

- as well on that note, loves ”practicing” cords and picking on your body. drawing them on your arms and testing stuff out, picking his way down your stomach, picking against your clit for motivation for the nights concert..

- on the night it’s your birthday on tour, makes everyone sing ”happy birthday” while he’s on stage, causing a rucus. surely a pattern that continues later that night, showing his appeciation and coursing adrenaline on you.

- smokes with you on balconies, it’s your thing.

- not one to confess his love daily, but when he does, it means something.

- one night, on a balcony in Berlin, Hongjoong stumped down his cigarette to focus on you completely. Lost in your eyes, studying you like his mona lisa. Finally, he speaks up:

”I love you, fuck, I really do.”

- so, you’re as happy as ever, with your rockstar boyfriend, with his painted nails and mullets. always and forever.

[another-lemon-tree]

Boyfriend texts — Hongjoong

pairing: boyfriend/hongjoong x reader

genre: humour, smau

warning: a little suggestive, some curses, mention of bo0bs and bal1s,

notes: It's not serious from me, I never wrote about Hongjoong and he is my ult bias... It was now or never! Enjoy a little smau with Hongjoong because I'm finding my inspiration back with these smau hehe

stay tuned with my Masterlist, or let me know if you want me to tag you!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ © . another-lemon-tree 𓂃 🌱

[fivestaralien]

⤷ " texts with bf!ateez ˎˊ˗

warnings+”: language, sexual ,, i think that's it?? lmk if I missed anything :) photos ‧₊ .ᐟ 2 per member, 16 total notes ִֶָ ࣪˖ it's been a while, but I thought I would post something cute and silly. i've always wanted to do fun stuff like this so I thought what better time to try something new than the new year! I hope you all had a good time during the holidays but also don't forget about whats happening in the world right now. stay educated. stay safe. and always check on loved ones and take care of yourself too<3 let me know what you think and I might do more of these if you guys like it!!!

//

⋆˚࿔hongjoong

⋆˚࿔seonghwa

⋆˚࿔yunho

⋆˚࿔yeosang

⋆˚࿔san

⋆˚࿔mingi

⋆˚࿔wooyoung

⋆˚࿔jongho

✩*ೃ.⋆ || ateez masterlist , main masterlist

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