Moon Kong

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pairing﹢ateez x fem!reader genre﹢sfw. established relationship + domestic marriage life. parenthood, mentions of baby spit-up/vomiting (wooyoung), mild jealousy, just some fluffy and comedic dynamics. synopsis﹢becoming parents was something you both prepared for, at least to some extent. what he, your husband and the father of your child, wasn’t prepared for… was the betrayal of watching the baby choose you every time, happily letting him suffer in silence.

the moment your son appeared in this world, both you and your husband were more than happy. blessed to have something you can call yours. being the captain of ateez had its amazing perks when it came to dealing with kids, but your baby is in full meltdown mode. red and soft cheeks, hot tears streaming down, and little fists shaking.

HONGJOONG tried everything. from gently bouncing, to soft humming, playing with the tiny stuffed plushie of jjoongrami he had, to finally whispering, “c’mon buddy, daddy loves you…” sadly nothing worked. the crying only gets louder as the four-month-old baby seems not to enjoy his father's bribing. that's not until you walk over, pick him up… and he immediately hiccups, sniffles, and collapses into your chest like a koala.

he calmed down instantly, and your husband just stares, baffled by the way that just only from your touch, the small treasure seems to be at peace now. no more crying, no more fussing, just being in mama’s arms.

“did i– did i do something wrong?” his voice breaks in the middle like he’s the one about to cry. how did you just do that? genuinely, how, because he was about to call his mother and ask for advice.

you rub your boy’s back, gently as you sway and rock him, feeling his little breaths hit your skin, trying not to laugh at his father. “no, joongie… he just likes the warmth.” hongjoong slumps onto the couch, dragging a hand across his face, because all his attempts were unsuccessful, and he might have to call his or your mother, just to ask a few questions for next time.

“but i produce warmth too… i can be warm…” he looks betrayed, like extremely, even a little pout on his handsome face. there's not much he can do about it, you're his mother after all, of course he'll look for mom first and dad later.

afternoon came, the time when you and your son go to take a nap, he starts going through every website with the question: “why does the baby only like mom?”

you’re folding laundry while humming, not even singing, just humming some random melodies you either overheard in a song or just coming up with something on the spot. your baby girl, sitting in her highchair, is utterly hypnotized by your voice. eyes sparkling, little fists tapping the tray, a goofy and drooly smile, adoring her small and squishy face, even her teeth are starting to show, and she just looks so adorable.

hearing the sound of the front door opening and closing means that SEONGHWA came back from grocery shopping, as you hear his voice announcing his arrival. “daddy’s home!” and yes, daddy is home for you and your little princess. alas, the little miss doesn’t even glance at him; she just stares at you with pure love and adoration in her eyes.

thankfully he put the bags on the floor before seeing this, because otherwise he would let them go and the eggs would break… but too late, his heart was already broken. “did she just ignore me?”

you laugh, and the baby giggles because you laughed. going to pick her up from the chair and, kissing her soft cheeks and cooing, trying to hand her to him, but all she did was whine, reaching back toward you. your husband dramatically looks at the ceiling like he’s in a tragic drama, blinking at the white color, biting his lower lip.

then you started singing again, humming, and the baby was so happy to hear her mother’s gentle voice once again, not even sparing her father a glance or acknowledging his existence, or the fact that he was about to cry. “is my singing career over? is mommy the new main vocalist of the house… did you train with jongho for this?”

“she just likes my lullaby voice,” you said, kissing him on the cheek, the little one still in your arms, having the audacity to throw him a smile. seonghwa mutters under his breath, he can’t stay mad at his girl, but it still hurts picking the other parent. “i have a lullaby voice too…i literally debuted for this.”

your son adores his father. the little boy loves being swung around, loves sitting on his shoulders, loves being tickled… he just loves being loved in every way that involves the man you call your husband. YUNHO swears his son loves him, just as much as he does… until today.

when you blow raspberries on his tummy, though, your son loses it. it’s a full-body laughter, a whole circus in the nursery, with his head thrown back, legs kicking like he is playing with the national football team. he really loves it when it's time for that, especially after a bath... but someone didn't seem to like it.

the love of your life, the father of your child, just watches from the doorway, completely smitten but also betrayed, because…

“i do that too! i do the same thing!” he could be a big man, in both senses of the word, but sometimes he acted like a child, mainly this side of him took over when he wasn't the winner. “no,” you say, kissing the baby’s cheek again, hearing those loud giggles, “you attack him and pretend to be a dragon, and i’m just the super cool knight who comes to save the prince.”

your son squeals and wraps his arms around your neck. as for yunho, he needs to sit down in the armchair next to the bed where the two of you are. he looks like someone just defeated him with a fatal and unexpected headshot in one of his games. unbelievable, my own blood thinks his mom is funnier than me…”i’m literally the entertainer in this house.”

“don’t pout now, alright? he loves you too!” you took the baby, with new diapers, clean and bathed, and so cute, also for some reason he's such a big boy, a little taller than others his age... dad’s genes are so strong. he didn't stay in his arms for more than a second, before reaching for you again, and your husband gently scoots him away.

“go to mama then… i’ve accepted my fate.” of course, he's joking, but he's a little jealous; however, he hopes his son knows that daddy’s here too, even if he picks mommy first.

your daughter is…exactly YEOSANG. like someone photocopied his baby pictures, a carbon copy, his little twin with those chubby cheeks, dark eyes, and just purely angelic features. she also has a birthmark next to her eye, but it's on the right side. the little angel has you wrapped around her finger; actually, she has everyone wrapped around her tiny finger.

you gently boop her nose, shocked and oh-so in love, “yeosang, she’s literally you. oh my god– look at her! look at her lips, and her cheeks!” to say you’re obsessed would be an understatement. you’re leaning over her, kissing her nonstop while she squeals proudly, and tries to ramble some syllables, still learning to say mama or dada, it’s a tough but so adorable process.

yeosang stands behind you, arms crossed. not that he doesn't love his own child. nonsense, he would die for her, but the fact that you only paid attention to her didn't particularly appeal to him. as much as he was an angel, he could easily be one, well, a petty man, sometimes a savage too. “i think i am the original, though… she looks decent.”

too busy cooing to hear him, you just want to munch on her cheeks, because, why does she have to be so cute? you'll just cry, how could you give birth to such an angel, such a beautiful princess? “she’s so freaking cute i can’t stand the feeling…” kissing her soft and small fingers, “mommy’s sweet girl, yeah, mommy loves you sooo much,”

your husband literally lifts his one hand, like he is in school, trying to grab your attention once again. “do i not exist anymore? i was the other one who helped in the baby-making process, in case you forgot.”

no answer, just his daughter giggles, as you sqeual again, mumbling something about how good she will look with her new onesies. he just sighs, but not before glancing at the baby’s face. you claim that she's a complete copy of him, but that smile on her face is entirely yours. when you finally look up and kiss him too, he blushes, just like his little girl. “okay… fine. i’ll forgive you this time.” 

having a 10-month-old baby meant that she was starting to get more curious about how the world works. what mommy and daddy do, or how, when she uses gestures like pointing or raising arms to be picked up, you do it. and why she can't touch certain things. “sweetie, no touching daddy’s water bottle.”

she stops immediately after hearing your voice. this tone wasn't the sweet sound that usually came from your lips that were constantly kissing her. maybe she slowly started to understand simple words like no, and maybe the fact that she shouldn't make mommy angry, because things wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows.

“princess, no touching daddy’s water bottle–” but the moment she heard her father's voice, she immediately grabbed it and held it hard, like it’s some toy she doesn’t want to let go. the pacifier in her mouth, looking at him, pardon, staring dead in his eyes, and SAN is shocked. is this what he gets for when your word is the law, and his doesn't exist? shouldn't it be the other way around, where the dad is scarier and stricter?

“why does she only listen to you?” you shrug at his question, too busy warming her milk. not that your husband wasn't sometimes scary, in the sense of making a remark to her about something, teaching her, but he was more gentle because he felt sorry, and she let out those sweet little pleading eyes that don't work on you. the same eyes her father used, and still uses, to get away with something. “she knows my tone.”

san kneels on the floor in front of his daughter, trying to get the bottle in the meantime, but the baby won't let go. did you give birth to hercules or something? his face close to hers, baby voice activated, lips slightly pouting, just the perfect lure. “is mommy scarier…” but she just blinked, “no? then is mommy prettier? tell daddy the truth.”

the little princess just babbles and pats his face with her free hand, and he melts on the spot. but then you pick her up and she nuzzles into your neck. san lies down, defeated but in love. “i'm jealous that my own daughter listens to her mother more than me.…but she’s an angel so it’s fine. i’ll just… cry a little.”

your son was a bit clumsy and overly energetic, and you wonder where he got it from. still learning to get a good hold of objects, to use his hands, and not to put them in his mouth. even when he accidentally spills a glass of water, or knocks down the tower his father built with the constructor, all you do is coo at him. “oh, baby, it’s okay. come here~”

you scoop him up with the softest voice, baby-talk him, cuddle, forgive him instantly, and he giggles, because mommy is so sweet and pretty. no problems, he's still learning, this small and charming baby, unfortunately, as clumsy as his father, no dna test needed.

however, later, when you were so close to putting him to sleep for his afternoon nap, MINGI decided to drop something heavy on the ground, and you went completely crazy. “song mingi!” oh no, this is the end, because the moment your husband reached out to take the metal spoon, he saw you with a very angry expression. the little cutie on your hip, slightly opening his eyes, yawning, looking so tired, even if he was born nine months ago.

“why…” mingi starts, voice trembling, when your son stares at him, as if he’s watching a nature documentary, between the predator who just happened to be mommy, and the prey, which you guessed right, is daddy himself. “why does he get the gentle mode, and i get the beast mode?”

“because he’s a baby.” you kiss your son’s head, rocking him, and if he decides not to sleep at night, it will be a problem for his father to deal. it won't be the first time this has happened, but you don't want your son's sleep schedule to be disrupted from the start.

“i was your baby first!” you raise an eyebrow at him, because yes, he is right, you are taking care of a child, and a man-child all at once. the man-child you chose to marry and have a future with just sulks, holding the spoon and the half-opened pudding, as the kid decided to babble some comfort nonsense. your husband smiles instantly, considering that in such difficult times, even if his wife nags him, the little boy will always forgive him, which means going to bed at 3 in the morning. thanks again, dad.

your daughter sits in your lap, happy as a baby can be. you just fed her, because your girl has a very big appetite, just like her father, and she is only eight months old. of course, you burped her, and now it was time for the daily dose of cuddles. no issues at all, just mommy and baby having a peaceful time together.

until WOOYOUNG decided to take her for two seconds so you could go to the bathroom. they say miracles happen quickly and instantly, you can just blink and miss a shooting star. but for two whole seconds, the little troublemaker decided she was going to shoot those shooting stars all over her dad's t-shirt… at least it wasn’t the face.

“fuc–…baby why?” and the expression on his face was more than golden. you felt sad, but at the same time, it was so funny. why don't you film with your phone in moments like this? this is priceless, a memory you will forever keep in your mind, maybe even in a few years when she decides to rebel, you will mention: sweetheart, you can’t remember but…you used to throw up on your dad so much like a baby… so please listen to him, alright?

“she’s still adjusting to living.”

“adjusting to what exactly? be a baby sniper, because congratulations, princess, your aim is flawless.” but when he hands her back to you, you laugh, wiping her mouth with the tissues you quickly got from the kitchen. she snuggles immediately into your chest, can’t win against boobs, that’s like cheating, your husband can’t compete with that.

“she’s a daddy’s girl!” you told him and he then took off his shirt, actually ripped it with all the strength he had; thankfully, it was old and worn out. “then why does she treat me like i’m some kind of puree she doesn't like?” he's usually so good with kids, with babies, with you... but it's like she's his sworn enemy. little missy is so naughty, and small and cute, he can't even be mad because it's like looking in a mirror.

“she throws up on me sometimes too.”

“not in front of me, she does not.” he sulks, voice getting raspy from raising his tone a little bit, but then she reaches toward him with grabby hands, and her dad hopes it's not because she wants to vomit again.

this is the most critical moment in your life, clearly more important than the birth of your son, judging by how impatient JONGHO is. he's worried, but at the same time, so sure that everything will go according to plan. two football jerseys are on the carpet, ready to be crawled upon, and see which fate will be chosen. your husband’s favorite team, PSG, or your favorite team.

“alright, little man… this is important, choose wisely, okay?” his father kneels beside him, like a coach analyzing strategy, to pick the formation most suitable for the second half to secure that win against mommy, because, for obvious reasons or not, your son seems to like you more, but not this time. now daddy will thrive and succeed. not that jongho had anything against your team... but he would mind if your son became a die-hard fan of theirs.

you roll your eyes, “honey, it’s not that serious.” because come on, he's only a few months old, maybe when he grows up, he won't even be into football, but another sport, or some kind of art. it's funny that you really think that way, but not in this house.

“it is very serious.” your son crawls toward the psg jersey first, making jongho’s eyes light up like he’d just scored a goal. but before he can swoop in to celebrate, your little trickster spins, giggling, and lands right on your team’s jersey. you freeze, and jongho’s mouth falls open. “wait… what!? no way…” he whispers, voice cracking in disbelief. his hands are frozen mid-air, celebrating, because how… how did this happen? 

you kneel, scooping the little boy into your arms, laughing against his big and soft cheeks. his father leans closer, still stunned, and you press a quick kiss to his lips as well. he melts slightly, but his eyes are still wide, trying to process the betrayal. your son leans, smacking a tiny kiss onto jongho’s cheek, little pop-pop sounds escaping him.

“you… you cheated,” he blurts, already ready to accuse you because your man can't stand being defeated. “what did you bribe him with? more boobs before bed? that’s not fair!” you didn’t bribe him, you didn’t whisper secret promises about more boobies before bed, nothing. maybe your son just has elite ball knowledge and knows who the best is. condolence to the father, though, he lost another soldier.

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[chocolate-salt]

OP: I'm closing my eyes, you two can do whatever you want”

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[chocolate-salt]

"Helmet boy goes straight to Wooyoung's side"

[minkieater]

texting ATEEZ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

— telling them you ran into your ex at the store

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𝒮𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋! © 2026 hyunjinights

𑄹 テ𓈒ֵ۫ ❙❘❙ ͏ྀི warnings: your best friend who’s known for kissing his friends takes his chance to take it a step further with you. bestfriend!wooyoung. fem!reader. making out.

a/n: my first ateez fic!! requests are open :3 and let me know if you wanna be on the ateez masterlist! (or main, skz, katseye)

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thinking about your clingy best friend, wooyoung, who loves to shower his friends with affection any time he gets the chance to. whenever he pecked your cheek, it was never a shock to you because you had got so used to the way he was, but you did notice the way his hands lingered for a moment too long on your waist.

“you always look so pretty, ynnie.” wooyoung grins, sat on the sink beside you as you perfected your makeup in the mirror, his eyes locked on you the whole time whilst talking.

“thank you, woo.” you glanced at him with a small smile, careful not to ruin your eye makeup.

“so cute” he mumbled, getting down from the sink as his arms wrapped around your waist from your side, you could see his face nearing yours, knowing what he wanted to do so you stuck out your face for him to peck your cheek. and that he does, but a little too close to your lips than usual.

“wow, that was scarily close to my lips, wooyo.” you chuckled, leaning into his embrace.

“would that be so bad?” wooyoung raised his eyebrows, looking at your through the mirror.

“what?” you chuckled nervously, his gaze intensely holding yours through the reflection, you see his eyes flicker to your lips, he smiles from feeling your breathing pick up.

“i mean, we’re friends. wouldn’t be weird would it?” he speaks, now looking at you directly, or more so your lips. “just let me try something?”

you looked at him before letting out a breath and nodding, “okay.”

it happened so fast, you almost missed it, his lips connected to yours in a quick peck before he laughed, “see? wasn’t so bad was-”

you quickly cut him off with a shake of your head, “shut up real quick.” you said before connecting your lips once more, this kiss more intense than the last. your hands trailed up his arms to hold the sides of his neck as his hands went to your hips. your tongue met his as he slowly pushed you back into the sink, your lower back coming in contact with it, you let out a small sound at the contact.

wooyoung pulls away from you slowly, but not before pressing two more kisses to your lips, a shit-eating grin on his face. “well, not what i had in mind but i’m not complaining.”

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[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Taking a vote. Are all wooyoung girlies/wommys anti-social?

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[belleeebelleee]

Father Figures

Choi San x fem!reader x Jung Wooyoung (poly)

You're best friends with Choi San and somehow along the way, he and Jung Wooyoung became father figures to your daughter.

The first time Choi San held your daughter, he cried harder than you did.

It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just quiet tears slipping down his cheeks as he sat beside your hospital bed, one careful hand cradling her impossibly small body, the other still gripping yours like he hadn’t quite come back from the fear of losing you.

You were exhausted, half-delirious, but you remembered that part clearly.

“Hey,” you had whispered, voice wrecked. “She’s okay.”

San shook his head, laughing weakly through tears. “You’re okay,” he corrected, like that was the part that mattered most.

Maybe it was.

Maybe it always had been.

Wooyoung met her the next day.

He burst into the room like he always did—too loud, too bright, too much energy for a hospital ward—but the second he saw her, everything in him softened.

“Oh,” he breathed, all the chaos gone. “She’s… tiny.”

You huffed out a tired laugh. “That’s usually how babies work.”

“Can I hold her?” he asked, already halfway to your bedside.

San shot him a look. “Carefully.”

“I know how to hold a baby.”

“You once dropped your phone on my face while I was sleeping.”

“That was different.”

But despite the bickering, his hands were gentle when he took her. Careful. Reverent, even. Like he understood, instantly, that this was something fragile and important.

“She’s got your nose,” he murmured.

“And your attitude,” San added.

“She’s one day old,” you said.

“Exactly,” Wooyoung grinned. “Already judging us.”

From that moment on, they never really left.

Not during the sleepless nights when your daughter cried for hours and you felt like you were falling apart piece by piece.

Not during the quiet afternoons when she finally slept and you didn’t know what to do with the silence.

Not when the reality of being twenty-five, alone, and responsible for an entire human being hit you like a wave you couldn’t outrun.

San would come over straight from practice, still in sweats, hair damp, exhaustion clinging to him—but he’d take the baby from your arms without a word and tell you to go sleep.

Wooyoung would show up with takeout you didn’t ask for but desperately needed, talking nonstop just to keep you from sinking too far into your own thoughts.

“You’re not doing this alone,” San told you once, firm, unyielding.

And you believed him.

Because he never lied to you.

Your daughter grew up surrounded by them.

By laughter and chaos and too many people in your apartment.

By eight men who treated her like she hung the stars.

Sleepovers at the dorm became a regular thing once she was old enough. You’d drop her off with a bag of clothes and her favourite stuffed bunny, and she’d come back the next day sugar-high and spoiled beyond repair.

“They gave her ice cream before bed,” you accused once.

“It was educational,” Wooyoung defended.

“How is ice cream educational?”

“She learned that happiness exists.”

San snorted from the couch. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You love me.”

San didn’t even hesitate. “Unfortunately.”

But then your daughter waddled over, arms up, demanding to be picked up—and both of them moved at the same time.

They always did.

Somewhere along the way, things shifted.

It was small at first.

Easy to ignore.

The way your daughter started calling for them when she got hurt, even when you were right there.

The way she’d reach for their hands when you went out together, tiny fingers curling around theirs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The way San instinctively buckled her into her car seat.

The way Wooyoung knew exactly which snacks she’d refuse and which ones she’d devour.

They weren’t just your best friends anymore.

They weren’t just “uncles.”

They were… something else.

Something deeper.

Something that made your chest ache in a way you didn’t quite know how to name.

Her second birthday crept up faster than you were ready for.

“Two,” Wooyoung repeated, sprawled across your couch like he lived there. “That’s insane.”

“She was just born yesterday,” San added, sitting on the floor with your daughter as she stacked colourful Duplo blocks with intense concentration.

“You cried,” Wooyoung reminded him.

“You cried.”

“I cried because you were crying.”

You rolled your eyes from the kitchen. “You’re both dramatic.”

“Not true,” Wooyoung shot back. “I’m charming.”

San didn’t look up. “You’re exhausting.”

“Still love me.”

San’s hands stilled for just a second.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly.

You noticed.

You always noticed.

That night, after your daughter was asleep, the three of you sat in the dim glow of your living room.

It was quiet. Rare.

Heavy, somehow.

San leaned back against the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Wooyoung sat cross-legged on the floor, unusually still.

You felt it before anyone said anything.

That shift.

That edge.

“What’s going on?” you asked softly.

They exchanged a look.

A long one.

And suddenly, your heart was racing.

San exhaled slowly. “We need to talk.”

“That sounds terrifying.”

“It might be,” Wooyoung muttered.

You blinked. “Okay… now I’m definitely scared.”

Neither of them laughed.

That’s when you knew this wasn’t small.

San sat up, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “We don’t want to mess anything up,” he said carefully. “That’s the most important thing.”

Wooyoung nodded quickly. “You and her—you’re… everything.”

Your chest tightened.

“Okay,” you said, voice quieter now. “You’re worrying me.”

Another look between them.

Then San spoke.

“I think… somewhere along the way, things changed.”

Your breath caught.

“We didn’t mean for it to,” Wooyoung added. “It just—happened.”

San swallowed. “She’s not just—your daughter—to us anymore.”

Silence.

Thick.

Fragile.

“And you’re not just our best friend,” Wooyoung finished, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure they could hear it.

“Are you saying—” you started, but your voice failed.

San nodded, slow, certain. “Yeah.”

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath. “We’re in love with you.”

The room tilted.

Or maybe it was just your world finally aligning with something you’d been too afraid to name.

For a second, none of you moved.

Then you laughed.

Soft. Disbelieving.

Relieved.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, covering your face. “You idiots.”

They froze.

“That’s not—” Wooyoung started, panic creeping in.

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” you interrupted, dropping your hands.

That shut them up.

Completely.

San stared at you like he’d misheard.

Wooyoung’s mouth actually fell open.

“…What?” he said.

You huffed out a breath, shaking your head. “I just figured you didn’t feel the same. Or that it would ruin everything if I said something.”

San stood abruptly, like he couldn’t sit still anymore. “You—”

“I didn’t want to risk losing this,” you added, gesturing between all of you. “Or confusing things for her.”

Wooyoung laughed, a little hysterical. “We’ve been losing our minds for months over this.”

“Try years,” you shot back.

Another silence.

But this one felt different.

Lighter.

Full.

San stepped closer, cautious, like approaching something fragile. “So… what does that mean?”

You looked at them.

At the two men who had never left you.

Who had held you together when you were breaking.

Who loved your daughter like she was their own.

Who loved you.

“Honestly?” you said.

They nodded.

“I don’t want to choose.”

Wooyoung blinked. “Choose?”

You swallowed. “I love both of you.”

That landed.

Hard.

San’s breath hitched.

Wooyoung went very, very still.

“And I know that’s complicated,” you rushed on. “And messy. And maybe impossible. But I can’t pretend I don’t feel it.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Wooyoung looked at San.

San looked back.

Something silent passed between them.

Something that had probably been building just as long as everything else.

Wooyoung let out a slow breath. “It’s not… impossible.”

Your heart skipped.

San nodded. “It’s not.”

You stared at them. “You’re serious?”

Wooyoung gave you a small, almost shy smile. “We already share everything else.”

San huffed. “That’s not how I’d phrase it.”

“But it’s true,” Wooyoung insisted, eyes flicking back to you. “And it’s you.”

San’s gaze softened. “It’s always been you.”

Your chest ached.

Full.

Overwhelming.

“So… what now?” you asked.

Wooyoung grinned, a little of his usual spark returning. “Now?”

San stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him.

“We figure it out,” he said.

Together.

And for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel so uncertain.

It felt… right.

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆The Comeback C.S. & J.WY.

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!woosan x reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, language

About: You and Wooyoung are upset San said no to going to the BTS comeback performance

Masterlist

Super self-indulgent between BTS and ATEEZ so no taglist lol

[sannie-young]

₊⟡Sannie-young’s Ateez Fake Texts Masterlist 1₊⟡

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Here you will find all things (Fake Texts) Ateez❤️

Key:

💗-Fluff 🖤-Suggestive 🔥-Smut ☁️-Angst

Ateez Masterlist 2

Main Masterlist

⊹₊⟡⋆OT8

⊹₊⟡⋆ Is He Hot or Just on Stage? (Fake Texts)💗🔥

About: Smutty texts with bf!ot8 (separate) about how hot they are on stage!

Hyung Line: KHJ & PSH, JYH & KYS

Maknae Line: CS & SM, JWY & CJH

⊹₊⟡⋆ Bias (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

About: Your bf finds your PC collection and asks you about your Ateez bias

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

⊹₊⟡⋆ Fighting (Fake Texts) ☁️💗

About: The aftermath of fighting with your bf!ot8 (separate)

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

⊹₊⟡⋆Absolutely Not (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

About: You date one of your brother’s members

Hyung Line Part 2 Part 3

Maknae Line Part 2 Part 3

⊹₊⟡⋆EX (Fake Texts) ☁️💗

About: Running into your ex is never fun but you have a super protective bf to take care of you

KHJ and CS (separate)

⊹₊⟡⋆Pierced (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

About: You get a new piercing somewhere on your body and your bf finds out

⊹₊⟡⋆Overwhelmed (Fake Texts)☁️💗

About: Your bf is overwhelmed and you just want to spend time with him but he rants in the wrong chat, hurting your feelings inadvertently

JYH and JWY (separate)

KHJ, KYS, and CJH (separate)

PSH. CS, and SM (separate)

⊹₊⟡⋆Tatted (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

About: Your bf gets tatted and surprises you! (Separate ot8)

⊹₊⟡⋆Daddy (Fake Texts)💗🖤🔥

About: Your bfs reaction to calling him daddy

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

⊹₊⟡⋆Birthday Girl (Fake Texts)💗🖤🔥

About: Your bf makes your day special

⊹₊⟡⋆Proud (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

About: Your bf is so proud that you completed a big project of yours

⊹₊⟡⋆Ramyeon (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

About: You tell the boys you want ramyeon and see their reactions

⊹₊⟡⋆Valid (Fake Texts) 💗☁️

About: You get in trouble and your bf comforts you

⊹₊⟡⋆Envy (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

About: bf!ateez x celeb!reader who gets a fun new job opportunity (Seonghwa, Yunho, and Wooyoung)

⊹₊⟡⋆Obsessed (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

About: Your bf is obsessed with you

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

⊹₊⟡⋆Nightmares (Fake texts) 💗☁️

About: You have a nightmare and need your bf

⊹₊⟡⋆Homesick (Fake Texts)💗☁️

About: You’re homesick and need your bf’s comfort

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

⊹₊⟡⋆Mend (Fake Texts) 💗

About: You hurts yourself and your bf checks in on you

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

⊹₊⟡⋆Appa (Fake Texts) 💗

About: You celebrate Father’s Day

Hongjoong, Yunho, San, and Wooyoung

⊹₊⟡⋆ Hongjoong

⊹₊⟡⋆ My Captain (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Hongjoong x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Care (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Hongjoong x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Haircut (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Hongjoong x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Holy (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

bf!Hongjoong x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Lover (Fake Texts) Part 2 Part 3💗🖤☁️

bff!Hongjoong x reader (friends to lovers)

⊹₊⟡⋆Body (Fake Texts)💗🖤

husband!Hongjoong x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Seonghwa

⊹₊⟡⋆ Bunny (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Seonghwa x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Impatient (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Seonghwa x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Distraction (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Seonghwa x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Celebrate (Fake Texts) 💗🔥

bf!Seonghwa x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Rumors (Fake Texts)💗☁️

bf!Seonghwa x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Yunho

⊹₊⟡⋆ Problem (Fake Texts) 🔥 🖤

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Table Manners (Fake Texts) 🔥🖤

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Birthday Boy (Fake texts) 💗🔥

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Leave (Fake Texts) ☁️

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Good Girl (Fake Texts)🔥

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Jagiya (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Blonde (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

bf!Yunho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Yeosang

⊹₊⟡⋆Devour (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

bf!Yeosang x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Angel (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

bf!Yeosang x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Possessive (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Yeosang x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Anxious (Fake Texts) ☁️💗

bf!Yeosang x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Crush (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Yeosang x drunk!gf reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Maltese (Fake Texts) 🔥

bf!Yeosang x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Candle (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

husband!Yeosang x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ San

⊹₊⟡⋆ Byeol (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Sick (Fake Texts)💗

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Finish My Sentence (Fake Texts) 🩷🖤

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Darling (Fake Texts)💗🖤

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Blossoms (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Style (Fake Texts)

idol!San x stylist!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Idol (Birthday Fake Texts)💗

bf!San x idol!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Cake (Birthday Fake Texts)💗🖤

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Birthday Boy (Birthday Fake Texts)💗🖤

bf!San x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Mingi

⊹₊⟡⋆ Whiny (Fake Texts) 💗🖤☁️

bf!Mingi x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Rescue (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Mingi x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Sorry (Fake Texts) ☁️

bf!Mingi x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Consequences (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Mingi x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Magazine (Fake Texts) 🔥

bf!Mingi x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Wooyoung

⊹₊⟡⋆Menace x 2 (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Symptoms (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Expired (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Sick Day (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Under Pressure (Fake Texts)☁️

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Cuffed (Fake Texts)💗🔥

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Selfie (Fake Texts)💗🖤

bf!Wooyoung x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ Jongho

⊹₊⟡⋆Soft (Fake Texts)💗

bf!Jongho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Jealous (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Jongho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Boba (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Jongho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Down Bad (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Jongho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆On Main (Fake Texts)💗🖤

bf!Jongho x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Poly!Ateez

⊹₊⟡⋆Accusations (Fake Texts) 💗🖤🔥

bf!Woosan x reader (San and Wooyoung)

⊹₊⟡⋆Flowers (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Woosan x reader (San and Wooyoung)

⊹₊⟡⋆The Comeback (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Woosan x reader (San and Wooyoung)

⊹₊⟡⋆Oreo (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!Woosan x reader (San and Wooyoung)

⊹₊⟡⋆Spoiled (Fake Texts) 💗

bf!Matz x reader (Hongjoong and Seonghwa)

⊹₊⟡⋆Birthday Plans (Fake Texts) 💗🔥

Poly!Ateez in pairs

⊹₊⟡⋆Behave (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

bf!WooSanSang x reader (Woosan & Yeosang)

⊹₊⟡⋆Concept (Fake Texts) 💗🖤

Poly!ateez x reader (all boys!)

⊹₊⟡⋆Music Video (Fake Texts)💗🖤

bf!Woosan x reader

⊹₊⟡⋆Ruin the Friendship (Fake Texts)💗🖤🔥

ftl!jongsang x reader (Friends to Lovers Jongho & Yeosang)

[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Expired J. WY.

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!wooyoung x reader

Warnings: language, male dramatics

About: Wooyoung are soemthing his gf said he shouldn’t have

Masterlist

Taglist: @lizal1cious @pineapple-burgah @karlee10261990 @galaxygurlll

[kyungsoosus]

YUNHO X DIESEL @ Milan Fashion Week 2026

[xoxiaojun]

TOXIN ℘ atz

ᢉ𐭩 texting ateez members “he’s gone you can come over now” .

☕️ ot8 x 𝑓 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 . ̫ . smau ❤︎ ⓘ 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 , 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅 , 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 , non idol au

iza ❤︎ editing this at 2am after the busiest day in the world so don’t say i don’t love u. i’m tired asf and this is lowk bad so sorry. idk hi iza in the morning i had to edit this like three times bc i missed like 3 screenshots. idk how i did that

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[sannie-young]

⊹₊⟡⋆Selfie J.WY.

Ateez fake texts

Pairing: bf!Wooyoung x reader

Warnings: suggestive, language

About: you get jealous of atiny

SC: 5

Masterlist

Taglist:

@lizal1cious @pineapple-burgah @karlee10261990 @galaxygurlll @landsharkfandomtrash @myen2rude @morgangrice18 @dina-10s-blog @ninamarie1994 @hanadulsetaad @dinkiplier @kpopishgirlie @bbokarismeow @little-mix-fan-forever @xxitsalliebearxx @kingsqueensandvagabonds @hanadulsetaad @itsseohannbin @cosmicbinx @whyiskpoptakingovermylife @delicatechris @yeeyeeilacktherapy-blog @starrgirrl @h-dw @bigchudpickleman @hitoxicity @melodyladean @chandlxa @groovyravenagain @mingi-buffering-24-7 @ozzysoatsolivesandpasta @roxas-hearts13 @sa1nt-kitty @narratedforbutterflies @simpdemon1 @phantom-nights @caitie-baby99 @raicecakes-and-buldak @wooruby @tati-the-fangirl @ireadurstuff @yessirfelix @imsleepingwhataboutu @angelrissaa

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[multifandomtoesucker2026]

✧ 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ✧

stray kids ot8 x fem!reader — mini oneshot reaction

GENRE: domestic, pure fluff, comfort, soft moments, sleepy vibes

WARNINGS: none besides softness + slight panic from Han

SYNOPSIS: you fall asleep on each member — their reactions range from freezing, panicking, melting, to carrying you to bed.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HEYYY! i realized i lowk need to stop giving u guys so much angst so lots of fluff for now! here's a cute lil ot8 oneshot! have fun readingg!

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but not needed ofc!.

MASTERLIST

✧ Chan:

You don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until your head tips onto his shoulder. Chan freezes for half a second, then quietly adjusts himself so you’re resting comfortably. He shifts your hair out of your face, tucks the blanket around you, and leans back just enough so your neck won’t hurt later.

He whispers, barely audible, “Sleep, baby… I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t move an inch, you look to peaceful to be woken.

✧ Minho:

You slump against him mid‑movie, and Minho glances down with that unimpressed-but-soft expression he does. He sighs like you’re inconveniencing him… then immediately adjusts you so your head is on his chest instead of his arm.

“Seriously?”

He mutters, but his hand is already resting on your back, thumb brushing slow circles.

He stays like that the whole time, pretending he’s not enjoying it.

✧ Changbin

You fall asleep on his shoulder mid‑conversation. He stops talking instantly, eyes wide, like he’s afraid to breathe too loud.

Then he smiles. That small, proud smile he gets when he’s soft. And he gently pulls you closer so your head is fully supported.

He whispers,

“Sleep well, yeah?”

and sits perfectly still, like a statue.

✧ Hyunjin

You knock out on his lap while he’s scrolling on his phone. He looks down, surprised, then melts instantly.

He shifts into a more comfortable position, pulls a blanket over both of you, and after a few minutes… he falls asleep too. Head resting on top of yours, arms loosely around you, breathing slow and even.

Two sleeping beauties on the couch.

✧ Han

You fall asleep on his shoulder and he panics. Like: full body freeze, eyes wide, “what do I do” energy.

He looks around like someone will give him instructions.

Then he relaxes, lets out a tiny breath, and slowly leans his head against yours.

Five minutes later? He’s asleep too. Mouth slightly open. Completely knocked out.

✧ Felix

You drift off against him, and Felix immediately checks if you’re comfortable. He adjusts your head, fixes the pillow, pulls a blanket over you, and gently rubs your arm.

Then he whispers,

“Come on, let’s go to bed,”

and carefully picks you up bridal‑style.

He lays you down, tucks you in, and stays beside you until he falls asleep too.

✧ Seungmin

You fall asleep on him and he pretends not to notice. Keeps scrolling on his phone like nothing happened.

But he shifts just enough so your head is resting comfortably on his chest, not his shoulder. He even adjusts the blanket over you without looking at you.

If you wake up and apologize, he’ll say,

“It’s fine. You're tired,”

like it’s noooo big deal.. even though he didn’t move for a couple hours.

✧ Jeongin

You fall asleep on his shoulder and he freezes, cheeks turning pink. He waits a moment, then carefully scoops you up in his arms.

He carries you to the bedroom, lays you down gently, and sits beside you for a minute — just watching your breathing settle, making sure you’re okay.

Not in a weird way. Just soft, protective, quiet Jeongin.

He whispers,

“Goodnight,” and turns off the light.

dividers by - @doll-fairy | HOPPEE U ENJOYEDD TYSM FOR READINGG YAYAYA!

[nanawritesit]

BTS Reaction: You Wiping Off Their Kiss As A Joke

Jin:

His mouth fell slightly open as he watched you wipe off his kiss, then he immediately grabbed your shoulders and tugged you back towards him.

“If you’re going to wipe off my kiss, I’ll just give you another one!” he teased, pressing his lips against yours once again.

You looked up at him and smirked, then slowly wiped your lips with the back of your palm.

“Alright, I guess I’ll give you another!” he declared, kissing you once more.

As you raised your hand again, he took ahold of your wrist, stopping you.

“Baby, I assure you, no matter how many times you wipe off my kiss, I’m not letting you go until you take one, so you might as well accept it.” he giggled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I want to give you one.” you smirked, grabbing hold of the back of his neck to push your faces together. You kissed him roughly, knocking the breath right out of him.

“You could have just asked…” he chuckled shyly, causing you to squish his blushing cheeks. “But you’re not getting the last laugh.” He suddenly picked you up in his arms and carried you to the couch, making you squeal as he threw you down. He crawled on top of you and attacked your face in kisses, and you desperately tried to push him away. “Stop resisting my love Y/N! You know you want my kisses!”

Suga:

You were both cuddled up together on the couch, watching a funny show and enjoying each other’s company. You declared that you were getting up to get some snacks, and he gave you a kiss before you did so. As you stood up, you rubbed your fingers over your lips cheekily, then tried to scuttle away to the kitchen.

“Hey.” Yoongi grumbled deeply, clearly unamused. You turned around to see him looking at you with a cold glare. He pointed his finger down to his lap, snapping his fingers together at you. You slowly approached him and sat down in front of him, staring at him with a bratty grin. He gingerly placed his hand against your cheek, then leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, moving his mouth against yours over and over as he tangled his fingers up in your hair. He nipped at your bottom lip a bit before pulling back, leaving you breathless. “You gonna keep this one?”

“Uh, yeah, I will.” you stammered, taken aback by his bold display of affection.

“Good.” he smirked, ruffling your hair a bit. “Just had to make sure.”

J-Hope:

“Get back here you brat!” he shouted down the hall as he chased after you, smile still wide on his face. “Don’t make me tickle you again!”

“No, anything but that!” you giggled, dashing into the living room. You had just escaped from him pinning you down on the bed and torturing you with relentless tickles as “punishment” for rejecting his kiss.

You ducked behind the couch, wedging yourself against the wall. He stopped in front of it to catch his breath, resting his hands on his hips and smirking at you. “You brought this on yourself Y/N. If you would’ve just accepted my kiss you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“Okay, I’m sorry Hobi!” you pleaded, peaking over the top of the couch. “I’m very sorry, I won’t do it again! Just please, please no more tickling! It’s too much!”

“That’s better.” he told you. He crawled on the couch to face you, resting his palms on the back of it. “Now give me a kiss as retribution.”

You giggled before going up on your tiptoes in your squatting position to give him a soft and loving kiss, pressing your fingertips against his jaw to deepen it a bit. “How was that?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“I think I can forgive you now.” he said, nodding his head. “Now will you please come out from behind the couch so we can get back to the movie?”

RM:

He looked genuinely hurt, and you immediately started to regret fooling around. He furrowed his brow and scratched behind his ear before leaning in and looking into your eyes sincerely. “Y/N did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me?”

“No honey I’m not upset, you haven’t done anything wrong.” you assured him, putting both hands on his cheeks lovingly. An IQ of 148 and he still couldn’t tell when you were joking!

“Then… why would you wipe off my kiss? Was it a bad one? I can try better-“ he immediately put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for another kiss, this one much deeper and more passionate. You started laughing in the middle of it, making him even more confused. “Oh god am I that bad of a kisser that you’re making fun of me?” he asked worriedly, starting to panic and think he was the worst boyfriend in the world.

“No Namjoon, you’re totally misinterpreting everything!” you cried out, smiling and plopping your head down on his chest in agony. “I only wiped off your kiss to be funny and get a reaction out of you. Then when you tried to kiss me again it was just too cute. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Oh, okay!” he smiled adorably, relief washing over his expression. “I’m just happy I’m not a horrible partner.”

“Are you kidding, you’re the best partner in the world!” you reassured him, giving him a light peck on the lips. “I hope this makes up for the confusion.”

Jimin:

He was actually the first one to wipe your kiss off, catching you off guard while you were eating dinner at his place. You immediately decided that you would get him back on your next date, no matter the cost.

You were both walking back to his apartment after a night of drinking with the boys. Your buzz was giving you plenty of confidence as you walked up the steps to his place. As he reached to his pocket for his keys, you tapped him on the shoulder and held out your arms when he looked over at you.

“Awh, does someone want a hug?” he asked lovingly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm, I want a bit more than just a hug Jimin.” you chuckled, leaning your head back to give him easy access to your lips.

“Oh really? Does my baby want a kiss then?” he teased, his warm breath blowing against your neck. You nodded, looking up at him with an enticingly dark gaze. He happily obliged and closed the distance between you, moving his lips against yours in a few strokes before pulling back and looking at you adoringly.

You decided that this was the perfect moment. You removed your hand from the back of his neck and reached for your lips, but something stopped you before you could wipe off his kiss. You looked down to see him clutching your wrist, a playful grin on his face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“W-Why not?” you stuttered, wondering how he knew what you were planning to do.

“Because sweetheart, you can’t out-do the doer.” he taunted, tilting his head from side to side in a cocky manner. “Now, let’s get you inside. I’ll have to teach you how to be a good brat.”

V:

You realized your tactics backfired as Taehyung threw the blanket off of his lap and got up to leave your shared bed that you were cuddling in.

“No come back, Tae I’m sorry!” you pleaded, reaching out and tugging on his sleeve.

“How dare you reject my kiss.” he sulked, looking at the wall defeatedly. “I thought you loved me?”

“Oh my gosh, of course I love you!” you cried, sitting up to wrap both your arms around his one. “I was just joking!”

“Is that all I am to you, a joke?” he scoffed, turning to face you with a look of betrayal as he clutched his heart with his free hand.

“Man, those acting skills are really coming out today aren’t they…” you sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well I’m not giving you any more kisses until you apologize.” he huffed. He snapped his head away from you dramatically, and you did your best to contain your laughter.

“I’m very sorry for not appreciating your kiss, Taehyung. I’ll never do such a thing in the future.” you told him sincerely, not being able to help the smile that crept up your lips.

“I forgive you.” he chuckled, breaking his character. He practically jumped back on the bed and pinned you down, then took your lips in another kiss. And this time you kept it, mostly because you couldn’t handle him being such a drama king all over again.

Jungkook:

He dramatically threw himself onto the bed as soon as you were both home, shoving himself entirely under the covers with a heavy sigh.

“Jungkook, I said I was sorry!” you laughed, plopping down next to him to shake his shoulders, which were burried under layers of blankets.

“Don’t talk to me!” he sniffled, shriveling up further into the mattress. “You hurt my feelings!”

“I’m very sorry darling, I didn’t mean to.” you told him, trying your best to sound sincere when this was all clearly a fake scenario. He just wanted to use this moment to his advantage and get you to be all sappy, and you knew it. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to play along. After all, you had started it knowing how much of a baby he was. “I was only trying to be funny.”

“Well, I didn’t laugh at all.” he huffed out against your pillow. Suddenly he sat up, throwing the blankets off the top of his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “I think I can fix it though.”

“How would you like to try?” you asked him, folding your hands together and leaning forward in anticipation.

He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours, glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze. His eyes were dark and sultry as he licked his lips, making you freeze in place. “Kiss me.”

You blinked and gulped a tiny bit, then did as he asked and pressed your lips against his. His arms came up to wrap around your back, warm hands caressing your waist as he dove in deeper. Your hands went up to his hair to give it light squeezes, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

When he finally pulled back, you both shared a small smile before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Of course I did baby.” you told him.

“Good.” he said flatly. Suddenly he rolled up the sleeve of his black hoodie and wiped his palm over his lips painfully slow, eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint. Your mouth dropped open before he gave you a devious grin. “Now we’re even.”