#the-wonandonly

[thewonandonly]

00:00 — sharing a new years' kiss with your worst enemy wasn't what you were looking forward to. but hell, if mingi's lips didn't taste like strawberries and vanilla, maybe you'd be able to stop.

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[the-wonandonly-ficrecs]

hello, hello, this is an official notice.

@the-wonandonly has been shadowbanned 😀 i'm grasping for straws here. everything about this hellsite gets worse, and they let it get worse. either this account here will be my new one, or i use another account i've made last night. this isn't going to hit my followers at all, and even if i reblog it onto the other, it still won't get noticed.

i've been coming up short with this website and it's only going to get worse.

[chaoticminhos]

OUR WEDDING IS RIGHT NOW! WHAT FLOWERS AND KIND OF RING DO YOU WANT? -the-wonandonly on anon because my phone refuses me to switch from my main

uM sunflowers and a blue raspberry ring pop🥺🥰

[thewonandonly]

23:20 — i saw you dancing in a crowded room, you look so happy when i'm not with you, but then you saw me, caught you by suprise, a single teardrop falling from your eye | save your tears by the weeknd

bully!minho couldn't help the gentle smile crossing his lips as he saw you dancing with chaeryeong and irene, the laugh escaping your lungs at a joke one of them said.

"dude, go talk to her." changbin nudged minho's back with his elbow.

minho shook his head, "she won't talk to me." he mumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants.

"well, we're gonna go dance." jisung mumbled, "if you wanna join, you know where to find us." the two wandered back to their dates, grabbing their hands and leading them to the dance floor, not very far from where you and your friends were.

irene greeted the two, smiling softly and talking over the music. and it seems, as aware you've been the past, that wherever the two were, minho wasn't far behind. turning your head over your shoulder, you saw minho standing at the refreshments table, nodding his head to you.

and by some miracle, you nodded back, turning back to your friends, whispering to chaeryeong about who knows what, and looked back at him, the well in your eyes clear under the fairy lights and led's.

he wanted you to have fun. and he was sure to let you have it, even if it meant destroying his own evening.

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[thewonandonly]

19:18 — they up my ass like bikinis, i'm not nice, i'm a meanie | tantrum by ashnikko (part 1, part 3)

fuckboy!jaehyun couldn't help but laugh as he sat in his car after his encounter with you. he's only spoken to you once or twice ever since the two of you were put into the same psychology group for a project. you were already obsessed with him, it seems, just like all the others were.

johnny climbed into the passengers seat, laughing with mark about something jungwoo said — or rather did, as he began to climb the light pole in the parking lot.

"dude, i saw you talking to y/n." mark laughed, swatting jaehyun's shoulder as he settled into the backseat, "i heard she's real nice."

johnny nodded, buckling in his seat belt, "yeah, she helped me study the other week. i guess she works as a tutor for the school." he shrugged, leaning forward to connect his phone to the bluetooth, "i wonder how much she gets. are you getting tutoring from her, jae?"

jaehyun shook his head, the engine turning over as he pulled out of the lot behind jungwoo and yuta, "nah, i'm thinking about doing my own tutoring for her."

"a tutor that needs a tutor?" johnny turned to look at mark in the backseat, "dude, stop kicking the seat."

"i didn't! my feet are on the ground."

jaehyun rolled his eyes as he drove off towards the two boys homes, ignoring as the two battered on.

psychology seemed to be something you enjoyed, let's see if you'd understand when it's reversed.

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16:42 — my stupid brain thinks that i need you, misleads me all the time | hi, it's me by ashnikko (part 2, part 3)

sitting at the bench at one of the lunch tables, your thumb tapped against the power button of your phone, nibbling on your bottom lip. texting fuckboy!jaehyun wouldn't be smart. in fact, it would be counterproductive, considering your friends all have had their own experiences with them and they didn't want you to have your own. he seemed so nice, though. he hasn't show that he wanted to have... those type of relations with you, honestly.

you waited for jaehyun outside of the gym, watching the door anxiously. it was fairly late after school, and you saw him get called out of class for practice. you make your own conscious decision to wait for him after. you just... wanted to talk to him.

the gym door was pushed open and the other team members walked through, wiping their eyebrow with the back of their hands or the hem of their shirt, all sporting bags with extra bottles in the pockets. johnny, mark, doyoung, jungwoo, and yuta... but where was jaehyun?

after a moment or two, jaehyun walked through the door, his head down and brushing a hand through his hair as he scrolled through his phone. he clearly didn't notice you. maybe you should've sent him that text. he continued walking straight ahead.

"jaehyun!" you called gently, not wanting to scare him and not wanting to send him off running either.

he lifted his head, looking around him before turning around to you, "oh, hey, y/n..." he smiled softly, wiping his forehead, "sorry, i'm all sweaty. what's up?"

you shyly rubbed your arm, "i just wanted to know if you wanted to see a movie or something. as friends." you placed the boundary. "i heard that most of the movies in theaters right now are crap, so, we could hang out at my house." you smiled.

jaehyun hummed, "sure. that sounds nice. i can bring some snacks." he locked his phone and slid the phone in his pocket. "i'll see you then."

"alright. great!" you chuckled nervously, "i'll send you my address later tonight."

jaehyun gave a dimpled smile, waving to you before walking away.

you hummed, feeling your heat shoot up to your cheeks, giggling to yourself. you're not sure why you're so happy... you two were just watching the movie as friends. maybe even hanging out like that was enough to make you happy. shrugging, you walked off, a big smile on your face.

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[thewonandonly]

10:35 — minho desperately clings to your chest, his nose buried in your neck as he silently sleeps, taking in the sickly saccharine scent of apple cinnamon.

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[thewonandonly]

Morning Surprises

Pairing: Choi San (ATEEZ) x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff uwu, smut;)

Word Count: 1,320 words

Request: “Heyyy can I request a smutty scenario with Ateez's San? Like a dom San/sub reader kind of scenario💞💞”

Author’s Notes: all hail dom!san. ever since ive seen how he is in the morning from long journey, i have the URGE to write this. sorry it’s not too long :( writers block has been beating me up :///

Warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, lazy morning sex, strong language, bareback, dirty talk.

>>masterlist<<

With all the work for the new comeback, the boys have all been getting home late, some with smudged makeup. And you didn’t want to pride yourself, but you’d say you were something like a mother, as you were already a caretaker for the apartment, to the 7 boys, reminding them to brush their teeth, cleaning off their face for them when they missed a spot of makeup. When Hongjoong much too stressed and tired, you’d maybe even run a bath for him, with essential oils to relax his muscles.

By the time seven of them were accommodated for and fast asleep in their beds, you’d help your boyfriend clean off his makeup and have a late night snack with him. You were always so much more gentle with him, as he was kind of a crybaby.

This night in particular, he was exhausted. San’s eyes lagged, and he could barely keep them open. You were sure every time you had him shut his eyes so you could rub off the rest of his eye makeup, he’d fall asleep at that second.

Sighing, you brushed off the last of his makeup and rubbed his head, “Baby, you need to sleep. You’re exhausted.”

Pouting, he pulled you in by your waist and rested his head on your stomach, “Don’t go home.” He whined.

“I have work tomorrow, San.”

“Don’t leave. I can’t sleep without you.” He rested his chin on your stomach and looked up at you with heavy, tired eyes, “I’ll wake you up early, so you won’t be late. And, I have some of your clothing still here.”

Considering his history of following his words, you smiled, “Okay, I’ll stay the night.”

San gave a sweet smile and stood from the toilet lid, taking your wrist and dragging you to the shared room. Yunho was already fast asleep in his bunk, the blanket tucked between his legs as he cuddled the rest of it to his chest. He didn’t seem to have planned waking up any time soon. San helped you up the ladder, his hands gently holding your waist until you were all the way in the bed, and he climbed up as well, resting beside you. Taking you into his arms, he fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. Glancing at your cell phone, you realized it was 12:40, a new record considering his streak of insomnia lately due to the worry about the success of the comeback.

You turned so your face was to San’s and fell asleep with San’s head under your chin.

And when you next woke up, checking the alarm clock for extra measure, it was 5 in the morning. Yunho wasn’t in bed, and you assumed the others were already in the living room, washing up from breakfast. Throughout the night, San and you have changed roles, and you were cuddled into San’s chest with his chin on top of your head. You could see the discarded Shiber plush thrown to the side and you couldn’t help but smile.

San held you close, letting out a soft sigh, before he opened his eyes. Rolling onto his back, he rubbed his eyes.

“Good morning.” You smiled, leaning on your elbow, “How’d you sleep?”

San only pulled you onto his chest, kissing your forehead. He stayed like that for a second, before sighing, “I’m hard.”

Looking up at him, you couldn’t help but laugh, “You can’t just say stuff like that, San.” You brushed his bed head down, only for it to stick back up, “Do you need help?”

He nodded, “You caused it, you fix it.”

Playfully gasping, you smiled, “How did I cause it?”

“By staying the night. This is the third time you’ve spent the night and the third time we’ve had this issue.” He gave a giggle, pulling your legs over his waist. As you settle your heat again his hard on, he let a sigh escape his lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck,” San ran his hands under your shirt and over your bare stomach, “In my dream, you were wearing my clothes, and you looked so small, and I just wanted to take advantage of you.” You shifted, and he groaned.

You smiled, grinding against his bulge, listening to his soft moans, “Why don’t you take advantage of me now?”

“Shit,” San lifted his hips, sliding off his sweats and boxers. He was so eager to fuck into you already. He wanted to feel your warmth around him while you contract around him before you reached your high. San pushed your shorts to the side, rubbing his thumb against your clit, “You’re so wet, baby.” He smiled. “If it hurts, tell me.”

You nodded, trying to force down a chill as it climbs up your back.

When he sunk you onto his hard on, he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his throat. San used his hands to guide you up and down his member. “Fu… fuck, you’re so tight…” He sighed, occasionally rutting his hips up.

“S… San…” You cooed, resting your hands on his chest, and gave yourself leverage. “Ah… You… You’re fucking me so g-good…”

“Do you like that, baby?” He asked in his gravely morning voice, “You’re so warm.” San tucked a tendril of hair behind your ear, “You’re so beautiful.”

You whimpered, looking at him with hooded eyes. Neither of you picked up the pace, and it was probably a good idea not to, as sleep still plagued San. “Ah…” You moaned, feeling heat build in your abdomen, “I’m… I’m close…”

San’s thumb met your bundle once again, rubbing it gently, watching your convulse forward, “Cum on my cock, baby. I wanna look at you.” He added pressure as he rubbed in circles, “You look so pretty when you’re out of breath.”

With each compliment he gave you, you grew closer to your climax before you were blinded by white. A soft moan escaped your throat as you settled on his dick. “San…”

He smiled, “You’re so soft, baby,” He praised, “I’m so close.” He just wanted to feel you. San sat up, holding you close to his chest, as he began to fuck into you. Nothing too strong or too harsh, but just enough to give him the satisfaction from the painful hard he had. Each thrust, his pattern got much more messy and uneven. He whispered soft praises into your ear before he pulled out with a hoarse moan and came on his stomach.

With a sigh, you both settled on the bed, shy giggles and sweet kisses.

“Thank you for your help,” San smiled. Leaning over you to check the clock, he sighed, “It’s only 5:50.”

Rolling over on his side, you smiled, “I think the best part about spending the night here is that I don’t have to get up extremely early to get to work.”

Kissing your forehead, he sat up, “And I think the best part about you spending the night here is that I get to sleep and wake up with you.”

And with that, Wooyoung threw his door open, “San, Y/N, breakfast is ready.” San switched from the sweet loving boyfriend to the childish main dancer of Ateez with his best friends.

But, the thought about what happened that morning never left your mind, no matter how hard you tried.