thinking about ... san who uses you as a pillow .ᐟ
you barely make it halfway onto the bed before SAN collapses on top of you like a wwe wrestler. “san—” you gasp, trying to fight for air as his weight sinks into you, arms already wrapping snugly around your waist.
“i missed you.” his voice is muffled against your chest, his broad shoulders nearly swallowing your frame whole as he burrows deeper like a sleepy little kitten. “couldn’t sleep right last night, because my shoulders hurt again.”
you sigh upon hearing this, threading your fingers through his dark hair, it’s not the first time he is telling you this, but you are the only person that makes it comfortable enough to endure the pain. “i told you to try sleeping on your back, or stomach.”
“i can’t,” he groans, nuzzling against your collarbone. “my shoulders are too wide, and i just keep rolling over… i almost fell from the bed.”
he’s ridiculous, like literally utterly ridiculous, but at the same you can’t really blame him for not getting a decent sleep. “so what, i’m your pillow now?”
“the best pillow,” he murmurs, pulling you closer somehow. “so soft and warm, smells like strawberry chocolate cake, and you scratch my scalp just right—ah, there, like that…” he practically purrs under your touch, muscles relaxing beneath your fingertips as you gently massage his head. his biceps flex slightly as he shifts, dragging your leg over his hip like a possessive little monster. clingy, much?
you raise a brow, not because you are not used to this, simply because it comes out of nowhere, and very abruptly. “sannie, you’re being needy today.”
“i’m always needy,” he says without shame, cuddling into your warmth, smiling against your exposed skin. “especially with you.”
rolling your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, however, your hand doesn’t stop moving through his hair, and your fingers trail down his bare arm, tracing the lines of his muscle with just enough pressure to make him twitch.
“also, i’d like to file a complaint.”
“hmm?”
“you’re making it really hard to focus on your face when your arms are out here lookin’ illegal.”
he lifts his head, a grin that reaches his eyes, even making his dimples come out of hiding. “oh? baby, do you mean these?” he flexes, just slightly, watching your eyes follow the movement.
you swat him, not hard enough, but just enough to make him stop teasing you. “san, stop that! you’re too pretty and you know it.” he laughs, before ducking back down to kiss the side of your neck: gentle, lingering, stupidly in love. “i love you, you know?”
you pause, fingers threading through his hair again. “yeah, i know, and i love you too.”
but it still hits you like it’s the first time every time. when san says those three words, you forget about everything, when you look at him, he is the only one you think about. he may be a lovesick idiot, but you are crazy in love. “and i love your stupidly wide shoulders,” you murmur into his hair. “even if they’re the reason i wake up squished half the time.”
at that moment, you felt him relax, and yes, he was asleep. san always falls asleep quickly when you are here next to him, can’t blame him, you do smell like strawberry chocolate fresh cream cake, oddly specific but that’s just san for you.
☾ warnings: nsfw, masturbation/toy use, filthy language, obsessive behavior, worship kink, degradation kink, voyeurism (recording/cam sex), exhibitionism, possessiveness, cocky/dom energy, sub vibes (only a few), accidental creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation, scent kink, crying, rough sex, (joong is my fav in this)
☾ hahaha...ha ha, so well, here we are. enjoy lmaoooo, one of these may honestly turn into a full fic 💀 who’s ur fav?
edit: there's now a full spin off fic, ft. yunho and mingi: pocket pussy incident
seonghwa – (kinda a softy but addicted)
He unwraps the gift like it's fragile. And in a way, it is. His hands are slow, reverent, and when he sees what's inside, his breath actually catches. No teasing. No wide-eyed shock. Just quiet awe.
"This is you," he murmurs. Thumb dragging slowly along the slit, memorizing the shape. "You let me have this?"
He doesn't use it right away. He showers first. Changes the sheets. Sprays your perfume on his pillow and dims the lights like he's setting up for a date. And when he finally presses into it, it's with a low groan, hips stuttering almost instantly.
"Fuck… you're so warm even in my head."
He whispers your name like a prayer. Thrusts deep, slow, and holds himself there like he doesn't want to finish too fast. Like cumming would ruin the moment. But when he does? It's with a shaky cry and your name on his lips.
He leans down between thrusts once, just to kiss the clit. Doesn’t matter that it’s silicone, in his head, it's you. He moans against it like it's holy.
He kisses it after. Cleans it gently. And tucks it away in silk like a secret.
—
hongjoong – (filthy, obsessive)
He asked for it. Of course he did. He researched molding kits, offered to help position you, took photos for "accuracy." He was fussy about the angle. "If I'm gonna fuck it," he said, "it's gotta be perfect."
When it arrives, he's hard before the box is even fully open. Uses your moan recordings and a video of your last orgasm as audio. Lube? Optional. He wants it raw.
"You're tighter than I remember, baby. Miss me that much already?"
He ruts into it at his desk, cock flushed and leaking, both hands wrapped around the toy like he wants to crush it. He props his phone up and hits record. "You wanted a video, right? Watch me ruin it. Watch me wreck your perfect little clone."
He moans your name, curses, even slaps it once just to see how it jiggles.
He leaves it out on the nightstand. Doesn't hide it. Wipes it down like a prized instrument and kisses it goodnight.
—
yunho - (gentle, addicted in secret)
He blushes so hard you think he might combust. Opens the box slowly, like he's afraid it's going to moan at him. When he realizes what it is, his ears turn red.
"You made this? For me? Like… molded?"
He acts like he'll save it for a lonely night. But that night? It's tonight. He's too curious. Too hard. He lies on his back, headphones in, listening to you breathe from a voice note. Lubes it carefully. Hesitates.
Then slides in and whimpers.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
He's loud. Embarrassingly loud. Moaning into a pillow, hand gripping the toy like he's afraid it’ll disappear. When he cums, he gasps your name and makes a mess of his stomach.
He pulls out dazed, sees the mess leaking from the toy, and blushes all over again. “Shit… I—I came inside. I’m so sorry…”
He can’t look at you the next morning. But the toy stays in his drawer. Within reach.
—
yeosang – (worshipful, lowkey possessive?)
He unwraps the box slowly. Fingers lingering on the soft inner walls, eyes dark.
"You gave me this," he says, mostly to himself. "You really let me have this."
He doesn’t fuck it immediately. He sets it on a velvet towel. Stares at it like it’s a relic. He talks to it.
"Did you miss me today? You look so wet, baby. So ready."
When he finally uses it, it’s like worship. He presses in slowly, voice cracking. One hand stroking himself, the other caressing the outer folds like they’re real.
He cums with his forehead against the mattress and your name breaking off his lips in a whisper.
He never shares it. Never hides it either.
He keeps a drop of your perfume sealed in the same drawer. Dabs it inside before use. Wants your scent to cling to him for days. If anyone even thinks about touching it, his voice goes ice cold:
"That doesn’t belong to you."
—
san – (desperate, loud, horny type)
You don’t even get to explain. He rips open the box and screams.
"NO FUCKING WAY. YOU DID NOT. YOU—" (he's already naked btw)
He fucks it on cam. With you watching. One hand on his chest, head thrown back.
"You molded your pussy for me, baby? You wanted me to fuck it while thinking about you? You wanted me to cry, didn’t you?"
He screams your name when he cums. Falls apart. Pulls out messy and still hard, gasping.
He strokes it after like a lover. “You’re her,” he murmurs. “My sweet girl.” You hear him coo to it like it can respond.
Uses it again before cleaning it. Leaves it next to his water bottle like it’s his gym towel.
Texts you: it twitched around me. swear to god. she misses me
—
mingi – (overwhelmed, ruined, a princess duh)
He tears up. Literally holds it like a newborn.
"You did this for me? You really let them mold… there?"
First use, he puts on one of your oversized shirts and your perfume. The video call is open, but all you see is his hand trembling.
"I missed you so much. I—I know it's not you, but I had to try."
He fucks it like he’s scared of hurting it. Whispers little apologies even as he cums inside.
"Sorry baby, I just… couldn’t hold it. You felt so good."
Afterwards, he wraps it in a towel and kisses the rim. Cries again.
He wears your shirt while he uses it again. Sobs into the fabric when he cums too fast the second time.
“You smell like home. I need you again, I—please.”
He talks to it when he’s lonely. You catch him once. He doesn’t stop.
—
wooyoung – (cocky, deranged!!, too proud)
He sees the box and grins like you handed him a Nobel prize.
"Oh, you shouldn’t have. No, really. I might propose."
Fucks it with the lights on, music blasting, sunglasses on. Makes you watch.
"She’s sucking me in, babe. I think she loves me."
He spits on it. Spreads the lips open for the camera.
He licks it once. Grins. “Taste test approved.” Later, he sucks his fingers clean and moans like he’s at a wine tasting.
"Tell the real thing to be jealous. Her twin’s working overtime."
You hear him moan your name and his own.
Texts you at 3am: ur pussy has a clone. i’m in a throuple now.
Also buys a backup. Just in case.
—
jongho – (controlled, brutal, undercover addict)
He doesn’t react. Not at first. Just raises a brow, thanks you, and disappears into his room.
But behind closed doors? It’s carnage.
He fists the toy with both hands. No build-up. No lube the second time.
"Tight little thing. Can’t even take me."
He doesn’t moan. He grunts. Breathes harsh through his nose.
Finishes fast the first time. Slow the second. By the third, he’s groaning your name like a curse.
He wipes it clean. Places it in a drawer. Comes back 20 minutes later. Uses it again.
“Take it,” he growls under his breath. “Take my cum like a good girl.” Your moan plays through his earbuds. He fucks harder.
He never brings it up. Never admits it. But the sheets are always damp, and his jaw’s always clenched.
drabble — hongjoong biting on your shoulder to muffle the moans slipping on his mouth because of how good you feel around him.
Hongjoong’s hips stuttered against yours, buried so deep you could feel every throb of him inside your tight heat. The room was thick with the sounds of skin on skin and your shared, ragged breathing, but he was losing control faster than he could hide it.
He started moving, hips rolling in that devastating rhythm he knew drove you crazy. Each stroke dragged against that sweet spot inside you, making your nails dig into his back. But the harder he fucked you, the louder he got. Soft grunts turned into broken moans, and every time you clenched around his cock, a filthy sound would slip from his throat.He tried to stay quiet. He really did.
But when you rolled your hips up to meet him, taking him even deeper, Hongjoong’s control snapped. A raw, desperate moan tore from his mouth—loud enough that it made his eyes widen in panic. Without thinking, he surged forward and sank his teeth into the soft curve of your shoulder to muffle it.
The sharp bite sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.
“Mmmph—!” The sound vibrated against your skin as he bit down harder, hips stuttering before slamming back into you with renewed force. He was panting now, hot breath and muffled groans spilling against your shoulder with every thrust. His teeth stayed locked on you, anchoring himself while he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing that mind-melting pleasure.
You could feel how close he was—his cock throbbing inside you, hips losing their rhythm. Every time he drove in, your walls fluttered around him, pulling another choked moan from his chest that he tried to smother against your flesh.
“Fuck, baby… you feel too good,” he growled into your shoulder, words slurred by the bite. “Gonna cum if you keep doing that—ahh—”
You deliberately clenched around him again, and Hongjoong’s teeth sank deeper. The pain mixed beautifully with pleasure as he pounded into you, skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of your bodies echoing in the room. His moans grew frantic, vibrating through your shoulder while his hips snapped relentlessly.
Suddenly his rhythm broke completely. He shoved himself as deep as he could go, grinding against you as he came hard—long, thick pulses of heat flooding inside you while a wrecked, muffled whine poured against your bitten skin. His teeth didn’t loosen even as his body shook, riding out every wave of his orgasm buried inside your tight heat.
Only when the last shudder left him did he finally release your shoulder, breathing hard. His tongue traced over the deep indentations he’d left, soothing the sting with lazy, apologetic licks and soft kisses.
He lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes dark and hazy with satisfaction, lips shiny and swollen.
He stayed buried inside you even after, panting against the fresh bite, tongue soothing the sting as if apologizing… or promising to do it again.
synopsis ; when your hormones go crazy you take any chance you could get to tempt hongjoong, but when you finally make him snap he's not stopping until you're stuffed full.
pairing(s) ; bf!hongjoong x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 1.1k
☆ ── genre ; smut
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, unprotected sex, mean dom!hongjoong x sub!reader, petnames (princess, babygirl, sweetheart...), BREEDINGGG, overstimulation, degradation, like on spank, implications multiple orgasms, reader is needy asf, squirting, rough sex, creampie, manhandling, lmk if I missed anything!!
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You weren't sure what was going on with you here lately, but seeing your boyfriend doing absolutely anything was driving you up a wall. It couldn't be your ovulation, you had just gotten off your period, so you just chalked it up to it being your hormones going crazy. Whatever it was, it had you wanting to jump Hongjoong's bones any chance you got.
Even now, while you were sitting across from him at the dining table, with your friends eating dinner. You wanted nothing more than to have him bend you over the table and fucking you into oblivion. It was all too much; the overwhelming fire burning in your belly had you wanting to cry in desperation.
"Y/n, are you okay?" The sound of Seonghwa's voice pulled you from your thoughts, head twisting to look at the dark-haired male.
"Hmm, oh, I'm okay, just thinking." You hummed, averting your attention elsewhere as your cheeks heated up, realizing you had been caught fantasizing. However, that heat only grew when you caught your ginger-haired boyfriend's eye, his eyebrow cocked in a questioning manner.
"What's got your mind so occupied?" Wooyoung was the next to ask, watching as you grabbed your cup and brought it to your lips. You took a long drink before finally pulling the cup away and setting it back down.
"Just a project at work." You lied through your teeth, and Hongjoong knew that because you had finished the preparation for that project just the other day.
Then the conversation continues without a hitch, but you were starting to get antsy, wanting your boyfriend's attention. Your socked foot brushed against his calf, letting it trail up to his thigh before he caught your ankle in his hand. A small, innocent smile tugged on your lips as you met his dark eyes, clearly giving you a warning.
You continued teasing him all throughout dinner, and Hongjoong tried to tolerate your nonsense, but he was damn near his breaking point.
Then finally, finally, Seonghwa and Wooyoung left the house, bidding the two of you a good night. And as soon as that front door latched, Hongjoong's hand was wrapped snugly around your throat, causing you to gasp. He tugs you closer to him, fingertip pressing into your skin and limiting your oxygen supply as his nose brushes yours.
"You know, you've been acting like a fucking bitch in heat these past few days," He growled, obviously fed up with your incessant antics the past week, his teeth flashing as his upper lip pulled back into a snarl. You whimpered, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as your thighs squeezed together, "since you wanna be fucked so bad, you're gonna take it, and I better not hear you begging me to slow down or stop."
"Y-Yes, sir." You choked out, lust-filled eyes flickering up to meet Hongjoong's as a dark haze fell over them.
—
"Don't stop now, princess, you're the one who wanted this cock," Hongjoong growled, delivering a sharp smack to the already red skin of your ass, pulling a pathetic squeak from your saliva-slick lips. Your thighs were starting to burn as you fucked yourself on your boyfriend's aching cock. He's already fucked his cum deep into your womb two times before now, and he was still as hard as a rock.
"J-Joong, I can't…" You breathed out as the smooth head of his cock brushed over your sweet spot, making your mind go blank.
Hongjoong clicked his tongue before he was sitting up, hands gripping the fat of your ass, pulling your hips flush against his, "can't even follow simple instructions, are you really that desperate, babygirl?"
"Joongie!" You nearly screamed when he began thrusting his hips up into yours, his cock abusing your sweet spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your jaw fell slack. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and you felt like you were going to tear at the seams. "'S too much, Joongie, please."
"Yeah, right," Hongjoong growled, pistoning his cock deep into your walls, and the loud squelching sounds that came from where you were joined were deafening. The mixture of your and his cum trickled down the inside of your thighs before smearing onto ginger-haired males with every thrust.
"F-Fuck!" You moaned out, eyes rolling back as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach beginning to form. You felt like a mess, and you were sure that you looked even more like one, but that was the least of your concerns when you felt Hongjoong's cock twitch in your walls.
"Gonna fuck my babies into you, how bout that? You'd love it, wouldn't you, princess, hmm?" Hongjoong sneered against the skin of your neck as he bit and sucked marks into the sensitive skin, and your walls clenched around him, giving him all the answer he needed despite your needy whining. "Give you what your slutty little pussy has been asking for."
"W-Wait, Joong—" You choked back a moan when you started to feel a weird pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any moment. However, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and Hongjoong continued to bully his length into your gummy walls.
Then you were cumming, body slumping onto his with a broken cry, your release gushing out in waves, drenching Hongjoong's cock and the couch cushions underneath his hips. The ginger-haired male bit back a groan as you clenched down around him like a vice, milking his cock for all it was worth as he came.
"J-Joongie…" You whined into his neck as he continued to roll your hips against his, prolonging both of your orgasms. Tears that had been sitting in the corner of your eyes broke free and streamed down your flushed cheeks.
Finally, he let up on your hips, letting you rest against him, and your body melted against his, thinking that he was finally done. But you were rudely torn away from that hope when he was pulling you from his lap, a gasp caught in your throat. The world turned violently around you as he moved you to the side of the couch, bending you over the arm.
"Oh, you didn't think I was done with you yet, did you, princess?" He asked condescendingly, moving the tip of his hard cock through your fold, using it to collect his cum that had seeped out and pushing it back into your walls. He continued to tease you, relishing in the way you whined and begged, body trembling under his. Then he was pushing in with a sharp, powerful thrust, causing you to cry out, "I'm not stopping until you're properly bred, sweetheart."
summary: you fall asleep on your boyfriends arm. how does he react?
wc: 576
cw: fluff, cuteness, sleepy
a/n: hey so this is my first ateez thing i'm doing so if this is wrong then like don't say anything. positive vibes only i'm sensitive
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hongjoong:
- fully determined not to wake you up
- he really wants his arm back
- but once he hears your little sigh of content he's done for
- he's so locked in, trying not to giggle at the sounds you make when you're sleeping
you eventually turn in his arms, head dropping down into his chest and he's able to pull you closer.
"it's okay baby," he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "i'm here."
you hum as he holds you tight.
"that's it babygirl," as he soothes a hand over your hair.
seonghwa:
- barely notices it
- probably daydreaming about something
- but when he notices there's no feeling in his hand he panics
- softly lifts your head to retrieve his arm
you stir, feeling the weight of your head being lifted. you blink your eyes open and turn to find him looking guilty.
"i'm sorry honey, rest up," he lays back down and pulls you close, "go back to sleep."
yunho:
- bro is immediately panicking
- do i wake them? do i suffer?
- he chooses that he'd rather suffer than wake you up.
- constantly flexing his fingers to make sure his arm doesn't go too numb
you stretch out your limbs and flip over, eyes landing on a very awake boy. he shoots up immediately and grabs his arm, flexing it to wake it up.
"i'm sorry baby, go back to sleep," he breathes quick, "i didn't want to wake you but i might need to go to the ER."
you giggle and force him to lie back down, this time making sure he's comfortable before drifting back off to sleep.
yeosang:
- he's fast asleep
- he doesn't even notice it
- bro is so chill
you adjust your position and wake up to the feeling of muscle beneath your head. you look, panic and turn over.
"baby, i'm so sorry!"
he's blinking his eyes at you, confused why you woke him up. in his dreamy state he flips on his back and draws you into his chest, and mumbles, "5 more minutes."
san:
- he's so happy
- not even a crane could tear that boy away from you
- omg they chose ME? hell yeah
- kinda creepy cause he's just watching you
hongjoong is the one to find you both on the couch, whispering to san, "you want some help?" he moves towards you both.
"don't you dare," he whispers with a growl, using his free hand to pull you closer to him.
hongjoong backs up.
mingi:
- panicking
- bro is so stressed he's going to wake you
- barely breathing
- barely alive
"baby?" he whispers so low he can barely hear himself. "ok princess, sleep well."
he tries to fall asleep after but can't due to his arm. but eventually you turn, still asleep and cuddle into him. he finally breathes and hugs you tight.
wooyoung:
- oh he's so smug
- thought about waking you up to tease you about it
- but saw how content and sleepy you were and held back
- watching you like the yearner he is
"youngie?" you croak, stirring from sleep and feeling his burning stare.
"yes darling?" he presses a kiss to your shoulder.
"stop staring."
"never."
jongho:
- tries to act nonchalant
- you're probably around the other members too
- they're teasing him about it
- but heaven forbid you try and move
you stir after hearing another round of giggles pass by the couch. when you catch on to what they're laughing about, he stops you.
he uses his free arm to hold you down.
"baby-"
"no," he sterns, "you're right where you belong." and although his eyebrows are furrowed together, the kiss to your forehead is soft.
