Your heart was thudding in your chest, your breath was fast and shallow, and there was a wide smile stretched across your lips, matching Wooyoung’s as his fingers wrapped around your wrists, pinning you to the wall behind your back.
“Gotcha.” He smirked, his body weight against yours.
You stuck your tongue out at him and twisted your neck, biting into his hand.
Wooyoung let out a yelp, giving you a moment to sneak out of his grasp and duck under his arm, before you circled him and wrapped arms around his neck, pulling him backwards with all your weight in your best excuse of a headlock.
“W-wait wait wait-” The man sounded panicked for a brief moment before losing balance and falling on top of you, sending you crumbling on the floor with his body on top of your own. The impact knocked the air out of your lungs and you whimpered, laying flat on the – thankfully – carpeted floor.
You let out a broken laughter. Wooyoung’s back and head were on top of your chest as you still held him with your arms, albeit gently this time, just enough for the intimacy to remain.
“Don’t ever do that again” Wooyoung whined. You laughed some more. “Are you okay? You fell pretty hard there.”
He pushed himself up and turned around on his knees, hovering above you and taking a once-over to make sure you’re not injured.
“I’m okay, I’m okay” you waved your hand at him, but stayed in your position, slowly allowing your breath to calm down. You were pretty fatigued at this point, but so unbelievably happy that you didn’t even mind.
“What did I do to deserve such a stupid girlfriend, hm?” he asked playfully, making it clear with his tone that he doesn’t mean it. But it stirred something in you, making you narrow your eyes at him.
“Mind you, your stupid girlfriend has perfectly working teeth” you hummed.
“No, no, wait-” You stretched your legs and arms, wrapping them around him like a vice to keep him in place, and then pulled yourself up and bit into his neck.
Wooyoung moaned. He fucking moaned, making you laugh into his skin. Your hold faltered from the laughter and before you knew it, his hand was in your hair, grabbing it by the roots and pulling you off sternly.
There was a dangerous glimmer in his eye as he took you in. Predatory. Different than when you only wrestled for fun. More determined.
“I think you deserve a punishment for that” he drawled out.
Before you knew it, he let go of your hair only to flip you over. On your chest and with his weight on top of you, there was no more way out or angle that you could use to your advantage.
He pulled the collar of your shirt down a little, only enough for you to know what is coming seconds before he leaned in and bit down into your flesh. You groaned. The hold of his jaws strengthened, making you feel like a ragdoll stuck between his teeth.
Seconds stretched and the pain almost became unbearable. And then it did, and you felt yourself give into it, allowing it to consume you and your body to gradually relax. Your breath calming down, your eyes slipping closed in the haze that followed.
When Wooyoung finally let go of you and pushed you on your side to meet your eyes, you laid down limply without an ounce of fight left in you, and he looked down with a triumphant smirk on his face.
“Gotcha” he said again. And this time you only shook your head with a smile lingering on your own lips.
When you feel like you just don't belong I'll be there to tell you that you're wrong.
Ateez x Reader - bf ateez takes your side / comes to your defence when you're wrong.
hongjoong - not even paying attention to the discussion just ruffles your hair and parrots that you're right when you ask him to support you in an argument. will flash a tired thumbs up or smile and nod. if you're arguing with wooyoung he's paying attention now, and being patronizing for fun. if it’s hwa, he'll find a way to be purposely obtuse or find a way to make your point work in your favour just to irk him. god forbid he loses anything.
seonghwa - another gentle won't necessarily tell you that you're wrong in front of the members but is side eyeing you about it a little bit. communicates in facial expressions. stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders or hips and just acts as a silent support. lots of 'mhm' and 'that's right' or 'get him baby/darling'. quietly rooting for you unless you're arguing with hongjoong or san. he is immediately jumping in to help you win those discussions no matter how wrong you are and making faces you can't see over the top of your head at them the whole time bc you're firmly planted between them and none of his members are trying going through you to get to him.
yunho - poor boy just wants your feelings to not be hurt. tries his best to back you up and support you but sometimes you're just wrong and all he can do is pat your back and be your emotional support after you've lost the argument. he cannot twist facts for you but he believes you'll get it next time. 'he won't even remember this by next week'. stays silent when you've dug yourself in too deep for saving rather than getting himself on his members' shit lists. unless it's san or mingi, sometimes he will add to the argument just for the fun of annoying them whilst smiling the whole time about it.
yeosang - blinks, looks over, offers a very logical and well thought out defence of your argument and then promptly fucks off again. is either immersed reading, doing math problems or listening to music the whole time you're fighting for your life but somehow kept up with the entire back and forth. that or he has heard absolutely nothing, gives you a thumbs up and supports whatever you said before going back to whatever he was doing. no in betweens. he is either sweetly supportive or he actively takes his members side against yours and just blinks at you when you full name him in offence about it. argue with wooyoung more he's guaranteed to pick your side every time even if you're the furthest thing from correct on this planet.
san - he just wants to defend your honour (and reputation). bless his big heart. he means well but will absolutely mess your point up and muddle things even worse until it doesn't even make sense anymore. on the bright side the members are now so amused by his foot in mouth syndrome that they've given up bothering you to laugh at him instead.
mingi - it would be gaslighting if he didn't fully believe you were right. he not only cares but bless this man so much he wholeheartedly believes you are never wrong bc in his eyes that is reality. he thinks you hung the moon and he loves an excuse to put his freestyle skills to use helping you beat his members in arguments. especially if you're debating with yunho or jongho. he just thinks it's hot how you'll go head to head with them with no hesitation and he kind of enjoys the back and forth. biggest hype man right there bouncing around and keeping the energy up he's honestly the best person to have around if you've got a bone to pick with someone bc he is not letting you leave until you get it all out.
wooyoung - girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep king here is absolutely up in his members faces arguing exactly why you're right even knowing full well you were wrong ten minutes ago. he just loves an excuse to vex them, especially san or yeosang and hongjoong. defending your honour has never been so disturbing but somehow you're both into it. may the gods bless whoever goes up against him bc this man is not losing for anything (except maybe bribery or yunho fighting back).
jongho - you are his number one headache so why is the man still coming to your aid? he really could just leave you to the sharks but then you wouldn't owe him and he does enjoy pulling the 'remember that time i took your side with the hyungs' card at the slightest provocation. will absolutely leave you hanging until you've been floundering for a good ten minutes before he steps in bc he enjoys seeing you flustered (and your suffering is mildly funny in this context). delivers his defence completely deadpan, pats wooyoung on the head (narrowly avoiding having his hand taken off by the other man's teeth at times), and leads you away by the hand. he isn't leaving you behind to get into more trouble again without him.
thinking about how wooyoung is defo the type to fuck desperately
I imagine he likes to do missionary, hands on either side of your head while your legs are wrapped around his waist. he fucks you like it's his last time ever doing it, he's so messy and loud.
whimpering, moaning, groaning in your ear. he loves letting his head rest between your shoulder blade and neck so he could make all those pretty sounds right in your ear
his squeaks send shivers right down your spine, it encourages you to move your hips with his.
omgggg Wooyoung gives you little kisses everywhere too, esp your throat. he likes hearing how it vibrate with you moan, how salty it tastes on his tongue. your earlobe too, mans will bite down extra hard on it to hear you complain. then giggles and apologizes immediately
and dont get me started on neck kisses this man cums on the spot! I swear he's talked about how he really likes neck kisses, so we can only assume that's his most sensitive part. if you have the chance to, pleasepleaseplease bite him. he'll cry out and maybe curse, but fuck he thinks it looks so pretty afterwards. both of your necks will be decorated so nicely after sex, but no amount of makeup can cover the marks you leave on Wooyoung
but yes, bro cannot have sex normally, he acts like a man starved even if you just gave him head. even if he fucked you in the morning, best believe he is begging for another round after practice
Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers
Genre: Angst, Non-idol!AU, Best Friend!AU
Pairing: San X GN!Reader
Words: 1,704
Rating: E for Everyone :)
Warnings: Jealousy, alluded to the fact reader doesn't have a shirt on at times
A/n: So, I really wanted to play around with how different flowers have different meanings, and could be interpreted differently depending on the person. Hehe, As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Summary: An innocent gesture, or something much deeper?
Yellow Rose - Jealousy
The sound of his knock echoes loudly in his ears as San stands on your front porch. A bundle of flowers rests in his hands, shifting himself from foot to foot as he waits for you to answer the door. You had asked him to come over, and as he recalls the reason why, he cannot help but let out a sigh.
“Oh, good!” You grin as soon as the front door swings open. “You’re here!”
Without wasting another moment, you tug him inside.
“Andy will be here soon, and I just can’t decide if I should wear the red shirt, or the yellow shirt!” Your voice is a little frantic as you waste no time marching right back into your room.
You didn’t even notice the flowers.
Slipping off his shoes, San follows you silently into your bedroom where he already sees you tossing clothing everywhere onto the floor. You’re rambling about this new guy you met - Andy - and San cannot help but to nod almost absentmindedly along to your words.
He’ll give it a week, and then you’re sure to come crying to him again about how yet another man has disappointed you. Another man that isn’t him.
If only you would give him a chance. Maybe then you could see just how much of a gentleman he could be to you. He already treats you like royalty, but you simply refuse to acknowledge that anything is there.
San knows he’s not the only one that sees it. All of your other friends have always commented on the chemistry the two of you share. From jokes about getting married, to teasing remarks about already being a seasoned couple, every comment seemingly goes right over your head. That, or you simply refuse to acknowledge how well you two fit together.
No. After so many years together, you refuse to acknowledge San as anything but your friend.
It drives him insane. Can’t you see how much he cares for you? Do you not realize the extents he would go to lay the whole world at your feet, if only you asked him to? Either way, San knows that he’s desperately in love with you, but you never seem to feel the same way.
Letting out another sigh, San sits forward. Resting his elbows on his knees, he fiddles with the large bouquet in his hands as your voice dies out in your throat.
Finally, it seems as if he’s gotten your attention.
“Who are those for?” You blink curiously, leaning into him so that he can practically smell your intoxicating perfume over the scent of the yellow roses clutched in his hands. “Did you finally manage to score a date yourself after so long?”
San’s gaze, which had been intently focuses on the blooming flowers, shifts upwards to met your own.
“No. If I were bringing flowers for a date, they wouldn’t be yellow.” He hums, sitting up fully in his spot.
“I was gonna say,” you chuckle, moving back over to your closet to pick out another shirt. This time, it’s purple. His favourite colour. “If you’re going to get roses for someone whom you’re romantically involved, yellow is probably the worst colour you could choose.”
“Oh?” San quirks a brow at you, watching you intently.
“Yeah.” You hum casually, turning back to face him once your slip on your shirt. “Don’t you know that yellow roses signify friendship?”
This time, both his brows raise at you in mild disbelief. “Do they?”
That’s certainly not what he was going for, but if that’s how you want to interpret them, who is he to stop you. It’s probably better if you think that, anyways. The last thing he needs is to get into another argument with you over his jealousy.
“So…” you trail off, a knowing grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “Who are they for?”
“Well, obviously I brought them for you.” He offers you the bouquet of roses, just as he’s always offered you his heart.
And like always, his meaning seems to go right over your head.
“Oh, Sannie!” A brilliant smile stretches out across your features as you reach out to take the flowers from his hands. “You shouldn’t have!”
Little do you see the way his whole body jolts, his breath hitching as your fingers brush lightly over his skin. The gently kiss of gratitude you place upon the skin of his cheek only serves to make the warmth in his chest blossom, spreading outwards pleasantly. All the way until it reaches the very tips of his fingers.
“What’s the occasion?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice as you walk out of your room and towards the kitchen.
San, of course, is eager to follow you out, his eyes drooping slightly as he purses his lips. Though, the moment you turn around, a glass vase in hand, he’s back to looking every part of the chipper male you’ve come to know.
“Can I not bring flowers to the most beautiful person I know?” The corner of his lips quirk upwards, but the grin doesn’t fully reach his eyes.
“You can bring me flowers like this anytime, Sannie Boy,” You giggle, and the melodic sounds sets his heart racing inside of his chest.
Hearing such a joyful sound, and knowing that he’s the cause of it… well… to him, there is no greater feeling. Even if he’s stuck as your friend for all eternity, that is where he wants to stay. There is no place he would rather be than by your side, where he knows he’s always belonged. His only wish is that he could be more.
“I’m just glad you like them.” His reply is gentle, glancing up at you through his lashes.
San watches you as you place the bouquet in that glass vase, noting the way your fingertips gently trace over the side of the silken petals. If only he could being doing the same to you right now. He’d pull you close, his arms wrapped securely around you as he whispers that you’ll never have to worry about another thing ever again. He would tell you all about his promises to protect you, to be there for you, and how he only wants to make you smile every and any chance he gets.
You are the light of his life, and he only ever wants to be the light in yours.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” He blinks, so caught up in his own thoughts for the moment, that the final touch he had brought with him nearly slips his mind.
Reaching into his pocket, San pulls out a small red ribbon. Stepping forward, he ties a simple, neat bow around the stems of the roses, smiling at you all the while.
“San.” A soft smile pulls at your features, a hand coming up to rest over your heart as you breathlessly sigh his name. “Thank you.”
“I’m just glad you like them.” He repeats his words from moments earlier, inclining his head softly.
His eyes shine with nothing but adoration for you, longing to step forward and cup your cheek in his hand. Only, he cannot. So, he’ll happily settle for the small moments, such as this, that you give him now.
You meet his gaze, that tender expression still pulling at your features. An expression of which that causes San’s heart to absolutely flutter inside of his chest.
“Oh, I more than like them, Sannie.” You pause in your movements of brushing your thumb over a petal as you smile at him. “I love them.”
You tug a single rose free from its confines in the vase, careful not to ruin the beautiful display.
“What are you doing?” San quirks a brow, watching as you step closer to him with that single rose in your hand.
A blink, and you offer it to him with a large smile stretching across your features.
“Giving my best friend a flower.” You reply cheekily. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Though your meaning might be vastly different than his, his heart still warms at the action.
He wastes no time in reaching out to gently grasp the stem you offer him, bringing the fresh bloom to his nose and inhaling its scent.
The corner of his lips twitch upwards.
Just as he goes to respond, another knock sounds at your door. The way you visibly perk up, scurrying over to answer whoever it is, makes San’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
You had just been sharing such a tender moment, too…
With one final look at the golden bouquet, San turns away. Letting out a long breath through his nose, he walks towards your font door, leaning on the wall lightly with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze scans over this new guy - Andy - and the first thing San notices is how empty his hands are.
Not even a single flower for you.
San shakes his head. His eyes narrow pointedly at the tall male across from him, hand tightening on the single stem held in his own hand.
“Sorry I’m late,” Andy says, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. “You look beautiful.”
At the giggle you let out, San feels his heart squeeze painfully in his chest once more.
He purses his lips, listening to you chat excitedly with this new male, who, in San’s opinion, does not deserve even a second of your attention.
Andy doesn’t bring you flowers.
San does.
“Alright, I’ll be back later.” You say, reaching for your bag as you send one final look San’s way.
San can only offer you a tight smile in return, your focus almost immediately back on Andy as soon as those words are out of your mouth. He can only watch on, a crushing pain in his chest, as you exit through the front door, waving a final goodbye to him over your shoulder.
As San watches you walk away from him, yet again, in the arms of another male, that familiar jealous beast inside of him rears its ugly head.
The stem of the yellow rose finally snaps in his hand.
⠀⠀09 : 27 AM⠀⠀a comforting warmth fell upon your face as daylight streamed into the room. the flowing taffeta curtains were imprinted with yellow rectangles of sunlight, staining the tiled floor with a golden hue.
you began to stir, peeking from the fluff of your pillow. the mattress sank with a familiar weight on your shared bed, an unmistakable serenity washing over you. rolling over, you let out a smile at the endearing sight - hongjoong with his tousled black hair, legs tucked beneath the duvet and lips ever-so-slightly parted. his hands were cupped close to his chest, as if cocooning his delicate heart.
unconsciously sensing your lovestruck gaze, his hands pulled away from their protective stance. you let out an amused chuckle as hongjoong's arms needily stretched out toward you, inviting you to bask in his body heat. oh, how you were so fain to his touch. without a second thought, you huddled up against him, hongjoong's figure immediately caging you in his warmth.
the room was filled with a pleasant, cosy silence you relished every morning, even up to this moment. it felt as if it were only two of you in the world - in each other's arms - dozing back off into the new day.
Hongjoong was locked up in the studio and worked hard on new songs for several days. He was super mad because he wasn't satisfied with his job. So he didn't see or want to see each of his loved ones because it wouldn't turn out well. Out of the blue, someone knocked on the door.
"Go away, I'm working," Hongjoong called, working on. But his words wouldn't stop the one who was behind the door. He rolled his eyes and looked at the opening door.
"What are you doing here?" he sighed when he saw his girlfriend.
"Gosh, what a nice mood you have today," Y/N returned his tone and sat down in a chair beside him. Y/N expected Hongjoong to take his eyes off the monitor, but even after ten minutes of strange tension between them, nothing happened.
"Why can't you stop for once in your life?" she slammed her fist on the table, how upset she was at him.
"Why did you actually come? You distract me, and I can't concentrate, so please go!" he snapped at her, which Y/N didn't expect, and twitched. Hongjoong realized his behavior only after his crying girlfriend left.
"Y/N! Y/N! STOP!" he ran after her. He saw her sitting in the corner of the hallway, crying.
"Y/N," he approached her slowly, not to scare her.
"You should go away," she sobbed, avoiding his gaze.
"I didn't mean to scare you or yell at you as I did. You know how I am when I am working. I'm really sorry. So please, come back to the studio, babe," he stroked her hair carefully, knowing it helped not to cry.
"I know, but it was a mistake to come here tho. Maybe I should go home instead," she wiped her eyes, meeting Hongjoong's sad eyes.
"Nonsense. Come to the studio, and I'll save what I have there, and we'll go home, what do you say?" he smiled at her. She only nodded and tried to get up, but her leg staggered, but Hongjoong's arms caught her.
You were lost in thought staring at him, trying to remember what song he was humming and ignoring the burning need between your thighs.
Your period had just ended and you had been horny the entire time, and missed being with Seonghwa. He was so intent on whatever he was doing on his phone that it was easy to just stare.
But he could feel your gaze.
He looks up at you with a slight smirk, tilting his head some.
“What is it, Y/N?” he asks, licking his lips.
You blush a little and shrug. “Nothing,” you murmur, looking away.
“Tsk, come on baby,” he commands, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. “Do you need me, baby? Is that what's wrong?” Seonghwa asks, letting go of your chin in favor of running his thumb across your lips.
You nod a little, licking your suddenly dry lips.
“Use your words,” he says sternly, raising an eyebrow.
“I need you,” you admit bashfully.
“You need me, but I’m right here,” Seonghwa teases, still smirking.
“You know what I mean…” you murmur, pushing him lightly.
“No, I don’t. How do you need me baby? You know how consent works,” he says, his tone slightly condescending.
“I want to have sex, okay?” you huff, looking at your lap. “My period is over and I’m horny as fuck and just want you inside of me.”
“Anything my baby wants, she gets,” Seonghwa hums, tilting your head up and capturing you in a heated kiss.
