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[desktopdinosaur]

Another animation of @yeosin-n and @indigo-skullz ! Thanks to both of your guys for being amazing friends, I hope we can all hang out together again soon

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hopeless romantic | k.ys

[ Yeosang x Fem!Reader ] — one shot, fluff — Ateez masterlist — wc: 3997

WARNINGS: High school au, Yeosang is a loser, reader is lazy, angst of you squint, minor injury, mention of blood, just fluff lol

A/n: yall im LATEEEE, but i hope yall like this

All the likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Taglist: @cherryandsugar @f1-lh44 @h0ngverse @chanscappuccino @sleepykittycx @iamliterallyadorable @motheraiya55 @babybrie333 @darjeelinglemontea

IT WAS Valentine's Day, and in the air lingered that sugary scent only chocolate in industrial quantities could leave behind. The classrooms of the Seoul high school were a celebration of pastel colors: pink, red, white. Hand-cut paper hearts hung here and there from the open windows, swaying gently in the light breeze that slipped through the corridors like a whisper.

Couples chased each other's gazes between one class and the next, slipping into hidden corners of the school to steal a quick kiss before the bell dragged them apart again. The more creative girls showed off creations that looked straight out of a cooking magazine: cookies, cakes, bars decorated with heart-shaped sprinkles. The boys received everything with a mix of pride and embarrassment, awkward and clumsy, some blushing all the way to their ears.

And then there was Yeosang.

Sitting on the subway seat that morning, he held the pink bag in his hands as if it could speak to him. The white bow was slightly crooked, but he had already fixed it three times before leaving the house. The chocolates inside, small and dark, without too many frills, were bitter, just like the ones his mother made only for special occasions. And this was a special occasion.

He had spent hours melting the finest chocolate he could find, tempering it perfectly, pouring it into paw-shaped molds, a detail he hoped you would notice. Every movement had been made with one very specific thought in mind: Y/n.

You, always sitting by the window, your gaze turned toward the sky as if the world exhausted you more than it should. You, with your hair tied in a high, messy ponytail, the ribbon of your uniform never quite straight, and a mind far too brilliant for ordinary conversations. You were the student council president, yes, but you seemed to hate every second of it. And yet you were always the first to show up at assemblies, the first to stop a fight, the first to defend a classmate who couldn't defend themselves.

That was it, perhaps, what Yeosang had always admired.

You weren't just smart. You were kind, in the way only someone who knows how exhausting it is to live can be.

That day, the moment he stepped into classroom 3-A, he felt his heart stop for a second. Your desk was an attraction in itself: a small crowd of girls and boys surrounded it like bees around flowers. Each one with a different package, a trembling smile, an excuse to stay a few seconds longer by your side. You, as expected, just stood there with curved shoulders and half-closed eyes, looking like you would rather get run over by a truck than be there.

«What an hassle...» you muttered under your breath, slowly stacking the packages in a corner of your desk, trying not to meet anyone's gaze.

Yeosang froze at the doorway for a moment, clutching the bag until the plastic crinkled under his fingers. The courage he had built up during the entire trip from home to school crumbled instantly. Of course you would receive so many gifts. It was obvious. You were you, after all. And he... he was just one of many.

Without a word, he made his way to his seat in the last row, right behind yours, lowering his gaze as if he could hide between the lines of the floor. He sat down, still holding the package in his hands, but now it felt like a foreign object. Something pink and far too alive for his trembling heart.

The voices of the other girls around you grew sharper and sharper, and every now and then you responded with a distracted monosyllable, your tone flat like the sea in summer.

Yeosang bit his lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of nervousness. What an idiot... he thought. Two years spent watching you from afar, inventing conversations that never began, imagining that maybe, one day, you would look at him too. And now that he had finally decided to take a step forward, was it too late?

The clock above the blackboard read 8:11.

The bell would ring in four minutes.

Four minutes to decide whether to act or remain seated, once again, watching you from a distance.

The pink bag resting on his knees seemed to weigh as much as a boulder.

And then something happened.

You turned around. Just for a moment. But enough for his eyes to meet yours. It wasn't a long look. It wasn't an intense look. But it was direct.

And Yeosang held his breath.

The lunch bell rang with its usual metallic echo, spreading through the hallways and dissolving the professors' final words. The students poured out of their classrooms with hunger in their eyes and the energy of those who felt free, at least for those forty minutes.

Yeosang, like every day, followed the familiar path that led to the garden behind the school, a wide, open space where the grass grew thick and soft, dotted with flowers, and the trees offered shade and quiet. There were corners filled with chatter and laughter from other students, and others more peaceful, like the one he and his friends always claimed, beneath a large cherry tree still bare of blossoms.

Wooyoung was the first to sit down, carefully opening his lunchbox decorated with little cat doodles. San lay back on the grass, propped up on one elbow, while Mingi neatly arranged his lunch on a floral napkin thoughtfully prepared by his mother.

Yeosang slowly opened his bag and set it beside him, but for some reason his gaze kept drifting back to the small pink pouch still untouched, carefully tucked into the inner pocket. It was there. Still there. Despite the promises he had made to himself just a few hours earlier.

«And then, when I gave them to her, she looked at me for a second and smiled!» Wooyoung was saying, proudness gleaming in his eyes as he stuffed his mouth the way only he could. «You have no idea how rare that is!»

«Well, considering she's your girlfriend, I'd say it's the bare minimum.» San laughed, teasing him with a mischievous grin. «Though she's always so mysterious.»

«She's just reserved.» Wooyoung chuckled loudly, giggling at the thought of his girlfriend. «Besides, you know I like it when she treats me harshly.»

«Yeah, i forgot you're a weirdo.» San rolled his eyes, eating his sandwich.

Mingi chuckled softly, covering his mouth with his hand, then turned to Yeosang. «Speaking of chocolates... have you given them to Y/n yet?» he asked quietly, almost afraid of being too direct.

At that moment, Wooyoung and San both turned sharply toward him, as if they had all remembered at once, at the exact same instant, the little plan their friend had told them a few days earlier.

«Right!» Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning forward with raised eyebrows. «Didn't you say today was the day?»

Yeosang felt himself sink into the grass. An embarrassed smile plastered itself onto his lips, and he blushed so hard his ears felt like they were on fire. It was always like this when they talked about you. «No, I mean... not yet.» he replied, lowering his gaze slightly. «It's just that... there were so many guys and girls this morning, and she already looked stressed. I didn't want to add myself to the pile.»

«A pile? Come on!» San protested, crossing his toned arms to his chest, sitting straight. «You're not like the others. You actually put thought into that gift. You made dark chocolates just because she doesn't like sweets! Nobody thinks about stuff like that.»

Yeosang smiled faintly, looking down at his hands. There were still traces of cocoa under one of his nails, even though he had washed them several times that morning. It was true. He had thought of every detail. But thinking was never enough.

A light breeze shifted a few strands of his dark hair, while the tree's shadow shielded them from the midday sun. It was then, just as he was about to speak, that something caught his eye. Or rather, someone.

Not far from them, lying lazily on the grass, there you were, watching the sky. Your hands were behind your head, your left leg bent and covered by your jacket just enough to cover your private parts, and you wore that calm expression, half bored, half thoughtful, that you carried so naturally. You wore your school uniform carelessly, as usual, your shirt unbuttoned one button more than it probably should be, your lunch container resting at your side. And you looked completely at peace. Detached from everything.

Yeosang stared at you for several seconds without realizing it.

Every now and then, a cloud drifted above you, and he tried to trace its shape the way you did. There was something about the way you existed in the world, as if you had already figured everything out and decided it wasn't worth stressing over. As if you could see beyond things.

A voice pulled him back.

«You're totally whipped.» San whispered with a sly smile, leaning closer and nudging him lightly in the side. «You're looking at her like she's a piece of steak.»

Yeosang jolted, red up to his neck, and tried to laugh it off, but only a strangled sound escaped his dry throat. He gulped air.

«That's not true.» he lied terribly. «And don't call her a piece of steak!»

Wooyoung laughed softly while Mingi lowered his gaze, smiling silently. Feeling exposed, Yeosang tried to change the subject, struck by an idea as quick as it was clumsy.

«And you, San? Did you give the chocolates to you know who?» he asked, desperately trying to shift the attention.

San raised an eyebrow at him. It was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. But he played along anyway. «Oh, I definitely did.» he replied, casting a theatrical glance at the sky. «Even though at first she looked at me like I was trying to poison her.»

The laughter came instantly. Wooyoung doubled over, Mingi covered his face so no one would see, and even Yeosang burst into a genuine, almost relieved laugh.

«She doesn't understand anything about romance.» Wooyoung said between laughs. «But at least she ate them, right?»

«She ate all of them.» San confirmed proudly.

The boys kept chatting like that, jumping from one topic to another, between laughter and confidences, as the tree's shadow slowly stretched across the grass.

What none of them noticed, or perhaps only Mingi, with his quiet sixth sense, was that just a few meters away, still lying in your suspended little world, you occasionally opened one eye.

And your gaze would drift, slow and lazy, right toward Yeosang.

The afternoon opened with a clear sky and a light breeze that made the air almost bearable, even though the sun was beginning to make itself felt. P.E. was one of the least loved classes for most of them, especially when the infamous dodgeball tournament was announced, which wasn't really a tournament at all, but more of a chaotic war disguised under the false name of "group activity," supposedly meant to release tension in a group of teenagers in the middle of a hormonal crisis, though it mostly just created arguments with whoever got picked last.

The gym was already full when class 3-A walked in, the echo of footsteps on the wooden floorboards amplified by the high walls. The fluorescent lights, cold and white as ice, made every colorful ball lined up along the sidelines shine. Yeosang adjusted his hair with a few white clips, trying not to think about the persistent pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

The teacher, wearing the weary expression of someone simply waiting for the day to end, divided the class into two teams. Names were called one after the other, and when he heard his, he turned toward the classmates who would be playing with him.

«Yeosang on the red team.»

And there, like a small sign from fate, like a thread pulling tight once again between him and the girl he couldn't stop looking at, there you were.

Leaning against the gym wall, hands tucked into the pockets of your sports uniform, your gaze tilted up toward the ceiling, you looked like you had been dragged there against your will. Your name had been read right after his, and that meant only one thing: you were on the same team.

Yeosang felt his heart flip inside his chest, his legs suddenly turning to jelly.

Calm down. It's nothing.

The court was divided by yellow lines, the balls placed at the center like mines ready to explode. The students began warming up, some stretching, others already throwing playful jabs about the game. He, on the other hand, gathered his courage, thinking that maybe this could be the right moment.

Maybe, before the match started, he could come over to you. Exchange a few words. Make you laugh with a stupid joke. And who knows, maybe suggest meeting after school, even just for a short walk, even just for five minutes.

Five minutes with you would have been enough for him.

He spotted you from afar. You had sat down on the edge of the court, still wearing that bored expression that always seemed to tell him to stay at least five meters away.

Yeosang chuckled to himself. You were almost cute in your constant disinterest in everything, fiddling with the drawstrings of your pants while waiting for the game to begin.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his tracksuit shirt, and took the first step toward you. The second was easier. The third even more so.

«Hey... Y/n?» he began, his tone gentle, uncertain but full of hope. You turned slightly, one eyebrow raised.

He was about to speak, about to say the question that had been trembling on his lips for hours.

Would you like to hang out after school?

I have something for you.

I was thinking about you.

But right at that moment, a voice exploded across the gym: «Heads up!»

A sharp whistle cut through the air like a blade.

And before he could even realize what was happening, an orange ball flew out of nowhere and, as if guided by some divine will with a terrible sense of humor, hit him square in the face.

The sound was sharp, dull, almost comical.

His vision darkened for a second, his legs gave out under his weight, and he found himself on the floor, sitting with his hand pressed to his nose while a wave of voices rose all around him.

«Oh my God, are you okay?»

«It was Yunho! He threw it way too hard!»

«It wasn’t me, I swear!»

«Someone go get the teacher!»

«Oh my God, oh my God... is he bleeding?!»

Yeosang opened one eye. Everyone was staring at him in concern.

His head rang a little, but it wasn't anything too serious. His nose throbbed, sure, and the redness definitely wouldn't fade before that evening, or maybe even for a week. But what hurt most was the realization that, once again, the moment had slipped away.

His cheeks burned, but not just from the impact. He didn't know if it was the pain, the embarrassment, or the disappointment.

Or all three together, mixed into one bitter blend.

And yet, he smiled.

Not one of those bright, perfect, confident smiles. But the kind you make when you understand that, sometimes, letting go is easier.

He looked at the ceiling for a moment, then closed his eyes. I give up.

You were walking through the half-empty school corridors with a slowness that had, by now, become an integral part of who you were. One hand sunk into your pocket, the other lazily raised to cover your mouth as a silent yawn stretched across your lips.

The afternoon was fading, and the golden, muted sunlight filtered through the large corridor windows with an almost surreal calm. The shadows stretched across the polished floor like soft strips of silk, swaying gently with every step.

It had been a particularly exhausting day, even by your standards. And not because of tests or quizzes, but because of something even more draining: Valentine's Day.

A colossal nuisance.

Every year it was the same story: chocolates, notes, pink packages with too many bows and glitter, compliments whispered by boys and girls you didn't even know who hoped for a glance or a kind reply. And that was the problem, you had to be careful. Always. Careful not to be rude. Not to snap. Not to seem annoyed, even when you were, just to avoid breaking too many hearts.

What an hassle...

You had spent the last hour talking with two teachers, trying to sort out a couple of matters for the student council. The only thing you wanted now was to go home. Sink into the quiet of your room, maybe lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling until dinner.

But first, you had to get your backpack.

The classrooms were empty by now. The school, in the late afternoon, had its own particular stillness, as if every word, every run, every laugh from the day had dissolved into the air, leaving only the soft echo of footsteps on tiles and the faint creak of windows.

You opened the classroom door with a slow motion.

And that's when you saw him.

Sitting at his desk, his head resting on his crossed arms, was a boy asleep.

Kang Yeosang.

For a moment, you remained still, eyebrows slightly raised, gaze attentive.

The warm afternoon light brushed against his hair, making it glow with honey and gold highlights. It looked like strands of light scattered over his shoulders and forehead like soft feathers. His expression was serene, relaxed, almost childlike in sleep. A lock of hair covered part of his face, and you couldn't quite explain why, for a moment, you found yourself thinking he was... cute.

Really cute.

You looked away.

On his desk, next to him, was a small package decorated with two bows, one white and one red. It wasn't excessive. It didn't sparkle or smell overwhelmingly sweet. It was simple, understated. Almost elegant. A quiet note standing apart from all the noise you'd endured throughout the day.

And right on top of the package was a small note.

You approached slowly, almost on tiptoe. You didn't want to wake him. There was something about that quiet you didn't want to disturb.

You picked up the note with two fingers and opened it.

The handwriting was neat and rounded, with a slight exaggeration in the little hearts dotting the "i"s.

Not too much, though. It looked... cute.

"I really like you, Y/n. I wanted to give you these chocolates, but today it feels like the world is against me."

A small puff of air escaped your lips, a low, amused sound, almost a sigh disguised as a laugh. Then a lazy smile, one of the rare ones that only appeared when something truly managed to surprise you, formed on your face.

«So that's why you followed me around all day.» you murmured, lightly folding the note between your fingers. You weren't stupid. You had noticed. The fleeting glances, the hesitant movements, the unnatural pauses when you passed by him in the corridors. The way his friends nudged him with their eyes while he pretended not to notice.

You had seen him during the dodgeball game too. That colossal embarrassment. You had made a face, sure, but not out of mockery. It had been more... sympathy? Curiosity?

Yes, curiosity.

Slowly, as if you wanted to savor that strange, quiet moment, you opened the small package.

Inside, arranged in two neat rows, were handmade chocolates. No glaze, no sprinkles. They were simple, dark, slightly irregular. Perfect in their imperfection.

You took one. Observed it for a second, then brought it to your lips and tasted it.

Bitter.

Exactly how you liked them.

You swallowed slowly, savoring the aftertaste melting on your tongue. Another smile touched your face, more genuine than the first. Almost fond.

«Bitter, huh?» you whispered to yourself.

You slowly sat on the desk next to him, resting your chin on your hand. You stayed silent for a few seconds, letting your thoughts drift through you.

You had never cared much for these things. Relationships, confessions, romantic feelings, things you usually filed under "unnecessary complications." You preferred strategies, logic, simple solutions. But you weren't blind. You weren't heartless.

You knew how to recognize someone in love when you saw it.

And everything about that little package screamed love.

You turned toward him.

Yeosang was still asleep, lips slightly parted, long lashes casting faint shadows over his soft cheeks. He looked younger like that. More fragile. More real.

You surprised yourself thinking about how brave he had been. Maybe he hadn't said anything outright, hadn't made a grand gesture, but he had stayed. He had left the note there. He had tried. And then he had fallen asleep in class, as if the world could wait.

You stood up. You pulled a neatly folded white slip of paper from your pencil case and took your favorite black pen.

You wrote only a few words, in your thin, slanted handwriting.

"Thank you. The chocolates were good. Can we talk tomorrow?"

No signature. There was no need.

You placed the note next to the opened package, just a few millimeters from his ethereal face, leaving only one chocolate inside.

Then you picked up your backpack, gave him one last look, still wrapped in the golden afternoon light, and left the classroom.

The corridor was still quiet. The sky outside was beginning to turn orange.

And for the first time that day, Valentine's Day didn't seem like such a nuisance anymore.

[thathatz]

prisoner yeosang

[thirteenheavens]

Yeosang x Reader smut where she is a virgin and trying to learn how to use a dildo and pleasure herself so she asks her roommate yeosang for assistance and in the midst of fucking her with fingers and dildo he wants to feel how tight she is with himself

You sat on your bed, holding the dildo in your hands and staring at it nervously. You'd been curious about using it for a while, but now that you were actually about to do it, you were feeling a bit anxious. You'd heard that using a toy could be just as good as having sex with a partner, but you weren't sure if that was true. You wanted to feel good, but so far, the toy just felt kind of awkward.

You took a deep breath and slowly lowered yourself onto the dildo, letting out a soft moan as it slid inside you. But no matter how you moved or adjusted, it just didn't feel right. Suddenly, you heard a knock on your door. "Hey, are you in there?" came Yeosang's voice from the other side.

You gulp hoping he doesn’t come in. “Yea I’m fine don’t worry!”

Yeosang's footsteps faded away, and you let out a sigh of relief. You didn't want him to know what you were doing, and you hoped he hadn't heard anything. You tried again, shifting your hips and changing the angle, but still nothing felt right. Frustrated, you let out a groan and flopped back onto your bed. You began to thrust the dildo in and out faster, your frustration growing with each movement. It still wasn't hitting the right spot, and you were starting to feel more and more desperate.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the sensation, but all you could think about was how much better it would feel if someone else was doing this to you. You let out a frustrated moan, your body aching for more. You were so caught up in your own frustration that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching your door again. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Yeosang stood in the doorway, his eyes widening in shock at the sight in front of him.

You screamed and quickly tried to cover yourself with your hands, your face turning bright red with embarrassment. Yeosang stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes still wide with shock. He quickly recovered and closed the door behind him, his face turning red as well.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice shaky. "I thought you said you were fine."

“I am! Why didn’t you knock!” You yelp covering yourself more.

Yeosang ran a hand through his hair, still looking embarrassed. "I did knock," he said defensively. "But then I heard you moan, and I thought you were in trouble or something."

You glared at him, still clutching the sheets to your chest. "Well, I'm not in trouble," you said, your voice still shaky. "I was just...experimenting."

Yeosang's face turned even redder at your words. "I see that," he said, trying to look anywhere but at you.

There was an awkward silence as the two of you stood there, neither of you knowing what to say. Finally, Yeosang spoke up again.

"I can leave if you want," he said, still avoiding eye contact. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

As Yeosang stood there, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, his eyes roaming over your body despite his best efforts to look away. There was something about seeing you like this that made him feel a strange mixture of arousal and guilt. He wanted to leave, but at the same time, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

You noticed the way Yeosang was looking at you, his gaze lingering on your body. You couldn't deny that there was a certain tension in the air between you, a kind of electric energy that made your skin tingle. You swallowed hard, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "Yeosang," you said softly, breaking the silence.

Yeosang's eyes snapped up to meet yours, his pupils dilated with desire. "Yeah?" he said, his voice low and rough. He took a step closer to you, his gaze burning into yours. You could see the conflict in his eyes, torn between wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

"Stay," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yeosang hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. But all he saw was a mixture of desire and determination in your gaze. He slowly walked towards you, his steps measured and deliberate. He stopped in front of you, his eyes roaming over your body once more before meeting your gaze again.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You nodded, feeling a rush of anticipation course through your body. "I'm sure," you said, your voice trembling slightly. Yeosang reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face. "And I can't stop thinking about how good you would feel around me."

Yeosang's hands moved slowly, his fingers gently tugging the sheets away from your body. You shivered as the cool air hit your skin, your nipples hardening under his gaze. He took a step closer, his body now inches away from yours. He reached out and ran his hands over your bare skin, his touch sending electric shocks through your body.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered again, his voice rough with desire.

Yeosang's hands moved to the dildo that was still lying on the bed, his fingers tracing the length of it.

"Let me teach you how to use this properly," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I can make you feel so much better than you were feeling before."

You felt a shiver of excitement run through you at his words. The idea of him teaching you how to use the dildo, of him taking control, was incredibly arousing.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Teach me."

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire as he took the dildo in his hand. He moved closer to you, his body pressed against yours.

"Lie down," he instructed, his voice firm.

You did as he said, lying back on the bed and spreading your legs for him. He knelt between your legs, the dildo still in his hand.

"Close your eyes," he said, his voice a low growl. "And relax."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax your body. You could feel Yeosang's presence above you, his body heat radiating off of him. You felt the cool tip of the dildo brush against your entrance, and you tensed slightly.

"Relax," Yeosang said again, his voice gentle but firm. "I've got you."

You took another deep breath and tried to relax your muscles, letting the tension seep out of your body. You felt the dildo slowly slide inside you, filling you up in a way that the toy hadn't been able to before. Yeosang watched you closely, gauging your reactions as he slowly moved the toy in and out of you.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

"It feels...good," you said, your voice shaky with pleasure. "But it's not quite right. It's still not hitting the right spot."

Yeosang hummed in understanding, his hand moving to your hip. He shifted his position slightly, changing the angle of the dildo.

"Try again," he said, his eyes fixed on your face. "I think I know what I'm doing now."

You moaned as Yeosang slowly moved the dildo inside you, the new angle hitting a spot that made your toes curl.

"Oh god," you gasped, your body arching off the bed. "That's it. Right there."

Yeosang smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "I told you I knew what I was doing," he said, his voice rough with lust. He continued to move the dildo inside you, slowly and deliberately hitting that spot over and over again. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful like this," Yeosang murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. "All spread out and needy for me."

Yeosang pulled the dildo out of you, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Take over," he said, his voice firm. "Show me what you've learned."

He handed the dildo to you, his fingers brushing against yours as he did so. You took the dildo from him, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his.

"Are you sure?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

Yeosang nodded, his eyes burning into yours. "I'm sure," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to see you use it on yourself."

You took a deep breath and positioned the dildo at your entrance, feeling a rush of anticipation course through your body. You looked up at Yeosang, who was watching you intently, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly, you pushed the dildo inside yourself, feeling it stretch you open. You let out a soft moan as it filled you up, the sensation unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

"That's it," Yeosang said, his voice rough with lust. "You're doing so good."

You began to move the dildo inside you, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace. You could feel your body responding to the sensation, your hips bucking up to meet the toy. Yeosang watched you with a hungry expression, his eyes fixed on the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He reached out a hand and brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You look so beautiful like this," he said, his voice low and husky. "Taking what you need from yourself."

As you continued to pleasure yourself, Yeosang's gaze shifted from your face to his own lap. You could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the sight. He was trying to control himself, trying to keep his desire in check, but it was clear that he was struggling. You watched as Yeosang shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flicking back and forth between your face and his lap. He was visibly aroused, his breathing becoming more ragged as he watched you.

"God, you're so hot," he said, his voice strained. "I can't believe how good you look right now."

Yeosang's control finally snapped as he watched you pleasure yourself with the dildo. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to feel you, needed to be inside you.

"I can't take this anymore," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I need to fuck you. Now."

Yeosang looked at you, his eyes pleading. "Please," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please let me fuck you. I need to feel you around me, I need to be inside you."

You looked up at him, your eyes locked with his. The desire in his gaze was undeniable, and you couldn't deny the way your own body was responding to him.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Yes, please."

Yeosang let out a low growl and reached for you, pulling you close to him. His lips crashed against yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with urgency. Yeosang broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.

"I know you're a virgin," he said, his voice gentle. "And I promise I'll be gentle with you. I won't hurt you, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins. You trusted Yeosang completely, and the fact that he was being so considerate of your inexperience only made you feel more comfortable with him. He positioned himself between your legs, his hands roaming over your body, gently caressing your skin.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Yeosang groaned as he pushed into you, feeling how wet and ready you were from using the dildo. He took his time, moving slowly and gently, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you.

"God, you feel so good," he moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You're so tight."

You let out a gasp as Yeosang filled you, the feeling of him stretching you open overwhelming your senses. It was both painful and pleasurable, and you couldn't help but cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders. He paused for a moment, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside you. He leaned down to kiss you, his lips moving gently against yours.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "It hurts a little," you admitted, your voice trembling. "But it feels good too."

Yeosang smiled and kissed you again, his lips moving to your neck, where he began to trail soft kisses along your skin.

"Just relax," he murmured against your skin. "Let me take care of you."

Yeosang began to move slowly, his hips rocking against yours in a gentle rhythm. He was careful not to hurt you, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. You clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure and a mixture of pain. The initial discomfort was starting to fade, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure as Yeosang moved within you.

"You're doing so good," he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good around me."

As Yeosang's movements became more erratic, he began to talk dirty to you, his voice rough with desire.

"Do you remember how good it felt when you were using the dildo on yourself?" he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "How it filled you up so good, made you moan and beg for more?"

"I bet it felt good," he continued, his hips snapping against yours. "But I'm better. I'm so much better than that toy."

He bit down on your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin as he spoke.

"I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before," he promised, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

You could feel your body responding to his words, the heat pooling between your legs as he spoke to you. His hips continued to move against yours, his thrusts becoming more powerful and desperate.

"That's it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Let go for me. Let me make you feel good."

He reached down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. You moaned at his touch, your body arching up against him. Yeosang's eyes were dark with desire as he watched you, his gaze locked on your face.

"You're so responsive," he growled, his fingers moving faster against your clit. "I love seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for me."

He increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips slamming against yours with a force that made you gasp. Yeosang groaned as he heard your loud moan, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He continued to move against you, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release.

"That's it," he panted, his voice ragged. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

You dug your nails into his chest, your fingers clutching at his skin as he continued to thrust into you. The pain only added to the pleasure, making your senses go wild. Yeosang groaned again, his body tensing as he felt your nails scratching against his skin.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he growled, his eyes locked on yours. "You're so perfect, so tight and responsive."

Yeosang's thrusts became even more forceful, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that was almost primal. He was close, you could tell, his body tensing as he fought to hold back his release.

"I'm going to come," he panted, his voice strained. "But I want you to come first. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, your body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. Yeosang's fingers continued to rub your clit, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you come apart around me."

Yeosang groaned as he pulled out of you, his body tensing as he reached his own climax. He spilled his cum on your stomach, his hot release painting your skin. He collapsed on top of you, his body trembling as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. He buried his face in your neck, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Yeosang lifted his head to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"Next time you want to feel good," he said, his voice low and raspy. "You don't need a dildo. You can just come to me."

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[kinkteez]

Hellooo~~ I've been lurking for a while now, it's been a delight to see all of the wonderful asks and even more the answers! I have been wondering for a while, what is everyone's favorite piece of gear? Like a specific restraint or toy? Both to use and have be used on? Love y'all!

A/N: This is a poly-ATEEZ kink ask blog! Feel free to ask any of the eight members a question! :) > Reblogs are very appreciated!

Seonghwa: Oh goodness, that heavily depends on which partner I’m using it with. With some of the brattier subs, I’m very fond of canes and crops, as well as things that let me torment them in more intimate ways, like the sybian or a sounding rod. Cock cages too, they’re so good for punishments, or even just as threats. For less bratty members, I adore things like blindfolds and ways of restraining them within their comfort zone. Those two things are very good for helping them get out of their heads and into their bodies. 

Hongjoong: I guess if I’m being honest, it’s Seonghwa’s ball crusher. It’s like two flat pieces of… Plexiglass, I think? And there’s a mechanism you can screw on so they squeeze closer and closer together. And obviously you have to have your balls in between them. It sounds like a lot because it is. And that’s why I like it so much. It’s intense, continuous pain, and it’s inescapable if my hands are tied up. Great for shutting my brain up and making me lose all semblance of control. Makes it really easy for me to eat my pride and beg for him to take it off, which… I do like that. A lot.

Yunho: Impossible to actually choose a favourite, but I like gags a lot - both wearing them and putting them on others. Ball gags are always fun, they make the wearer make wet, garbled nonsense sounds, and it’s really sexy. And spider- and ring gags are good for, you know. Keeping someone’s mouth open and available. [Grins] Also really fond of cock rings, no matter who’s wearing them. They make it easier to tease and to drag things out, and to last longer when I’m on top. 

Yeosang: Blindfolds… I hope that’s not boring. There are other things I also really like that are a little raunchier, like sounding rods, chastity cages, paddles, vibrators… A lot of things. But you asked about the favourite, and that’s blindfolds for sure. They’re so freeing! It sounds like they’d be restrictive, yeah? But in my experience, they aren’t at all.

San: Have you heard of a St. Andrews Cross? We have one in Hongjoong’s room, and it’s the best. It’s a sturdy x-shaped cross made of planks of wood, and it has a number of straps along its arms. It’s covered in leather too, very durable so I can be completely restrained and thrash as much as I want without messing anything up. It’s awesome! When I’m all tied up to it, I feel almost… Beautiful. I feel like the straps accentuate my body really well. And the looks in my partners’ eyes when they have me all tied up, speaks for itself. The helplessness that comes with it, feels really good too. I like to feel watched and at the mercy of my partner. 

Mingi: It’s probably boring as hell to say this, but I don’t really have a favourite. I just really like it when my partner uses what they want on me. Within my limits, of course! There are some painful things I’m not a fan of, but as long as it’s something I also like, the only really important thing is that my partner likes using it and… Likes how I react to it, I guess. Oh, I do really like vibrators and e-stim pads, though. Stuff that makes it easy to overstim me and just watch. I like those. 

Wooyoung: Riding crop! Well, or a cane. My brand of bratting feels really fitting for having my ass cropped and caned, I think. Being spanked and anything like it, always makes me feel so naughty, like I’ve been a bad boy and now I’m getting what I deserve. Paddles and hands are nice too, but crops are leagues above them in terms of pain level. It’s a much sharper sting, and it’s a faster way to make me melt into a puddle of tears and apologies [Smiles brightly] It’s perfect!

Jongho: Rope, for me. It’s so versatile and it allows for a lot of creativity. I like how I can make either a simple tie that’s only for looks, or an intricate one that makes my partner basically completely unable to move. It makes me feel good to be in control this way; I like to control the pace and mood of the scene. It helps me clear my head and reminds me that there are some things I can control, things that turn out great when I’m in control. Also feels good that I’m the one who my partner trusted to tie them up in such a vulnerable position. The one they trusted to know how to not cause them any harm, with the rope or with other things I do after tying them up. matz

Seonghwa: Do any of you have a special shoutout to anything you like but maybe don’t use as often? Something that’s not an absolute favorite, but nonetheless has a special place in your kinky little hearts? For me, that’s probably rubber gloves. They’re just such a potent way to give a scene a certain vibe. That vibe being one of either a medical or a science kink, usually. 

San: Hmmm, yeah, I do. I’m not in the mood for floggers terribly often, but when I am, they’re wonderful. It’s like, painful but not in a bad way? It’s just intense and like a deep massage. 

Wooyoung: Glad you asked, hyung! Butt plugs. They make me feel so full and a little bit like I have a dirty secret. 

Mingi: Probably… Hwa-hyung’s new sybian. It’s cool. 

Hongjoong: Oh, good one. I’m gonna have to say sounding rods. Kind of a new found one for me, but I’m falling for it fast. 

Jongho: I hope this counts; ice cubes. They’re an easy way to tease your partner, make them shiver and give them sensations that aren’t just pain or pleasure. 

Yunho: Collars. I like wearing them, but there’s a special pang of pride that comes with locking a collar around my little pups and kitties’ necks. 

Yeosang: This one is a bit experimental, but it’s the first one that popped into my head. A few months ago, Jongho got himself a proper bullwhip. He’s been practicing without a partner for a while, apparently it’s very difficult to control. But he’s been diligent, and a few days ago, he tried it on me for the first time. Not anything super harsh or anything, he was already good at keeping it light. And it was so good. He tied me up in a way that made it feel like he was hugging me, and then he took his time to slowly… Make me into a mess. It wasn’t even like, extremely painful? It was just a lot. The skin on my back got really sensitive really fast, and I didn’t want him to stop. It was amazing… And I heard he’s teaching some of the others, too.

[hyunsuksswife]

Omfg THIS PHOTO 😭

[thebostonstrangler]

i wonder how many people have me blocked. i know there’s 1