just a reminder that this blog is run by someone who:
— is anti ICE & fascism
— is pro-choice & feminist
— supports trans & queer people
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Y’all… the tour is called “In Your Fantasy” for a reason.
Keep it that way.
“Yunho, are you open minded?”
“Mingi, will you be my Lucifer?”
“Mingi’s good girl”
“The wolf found his prey”
“Only Hongjoong can make it purr”
“San, do you like chocolate or vanilla?”
Stop intentionally trying to make Ateez uncomfortable just so you can go viral online. It’s weird. You won’t get the results you want. All that will happen is you’ll get clowned online and you’ll forever be remembered as the person who made them uncomfortable.
Touch grass. Seek therapy. They’re people, not something you can project your fantasies on.
a/n: this is a rlly short one but man im a whore for dom!wooyoung. 🥀 its just something about it that i love.
you should’ve said no.
you should’ve ignored him.
“take your panties off, i want that pussy wet all over me.”
he said before you boarded. and you did it.
now you’re perched on his lap in a full train car, your thighs spread wide over one of his. your skirt covers just enough. but not the way you move. not the way your hips are grinding slowly, desperately, your slick dripping down his jeans as his big hand cups the underside of your belly like it’s his favorite thing in the world.
his voice is right in your ear. cocky. smug. mean.
"look at you, baby. soft ass bouncing on my thigh like you’re trying to fucking come already.”
he grabs a handful of your plush thigh, sinking his nails in. his other hand sneaks up under your top, grabbing your waist where it dips into softness. and fuck, he loves it.
“this body makes me so hard. d’you know that? all soft for me. all mine to fuck in public like a whore.”
you try to slow down, but he snaps his thigh upward. your whole body jolts. and he laughs.
“what’s wrong, baby? don’t wanna make a scene? ride me.”
you’re panting. clenching. your clit’s swollen, throbbing from the friction and he knows. he leans in closer, warm breath against your ear.
“gonna cream in your panties, huh? go ahead. show these people what kind of slut you are.”
you whimper. his hand slides between your thighs, fingers pushing through your folds, dragging your wetness up over your clit. he presses hard. circles. you slap your hand over your mouth and he grabs your throat.
“move your hand. i want them to hear.”
you’re shaking. thighs trembling, belly jiggling slightly every time he bounces you on his thigh. and when he spits on his fingers and rubs it into your cunt. you lose it.
"that’s it. squirt for me, baby. you’re such a fucking mess. look at what this pussy did to my jeans. you’re lucky i didn’t bend you over the bench and fuck you raw 'til you couldn't walk off this train.”
the train jerks. someone stumbles past you. and he smirks, brushing a kiss just under your ear.
“next stop’s yours, sweetheart."
your panties are sticking to your thighs. your skirt is damp. your legs are shaky. and wooyoung’s dragging you by the wrist like he owns you.
the bathroom door slams shut behind you. he locks it. pushes you back against the tile and stares.
his jeans are wet where your cunt soaked him. your thighs are flushed and trembling. your panties are sticking to your pussy lips.
“look at you. so filthy, baby.”
he grabs your face. thumb digs into your cheek.
“you liked humping my thigh in front of strangers that much? you gonna let me fuck this pussy in here too?”
you’re gasping. nodding. he doesn’t wait. just spins you toward the sink, yanks your panties down your thighs with one hand, and grabs your ass with the other.
your soft belly presses against the edge of the sink. you’re bent forward, cheek to the mirror. and you see him. lips parted. eyes dark. jaw clenched. he unzips his pants, pulls his cock out, and rubs the tip right between your folds.
“soaked. you’re fucking dripping for it, baby.”
he spits. right on your pussy. rubs it in with two fingers. you moan, and he slaps your ass. hard.
“quiet. unless you want someone banging on that door.”
and then he fucks in. one brutal stroke, burying himself in your tight, dripping cunt. your body jerks forward, your tits bounce against the sink, and your thighs jiggle under his grip.
“fuck. tight little hole, baby. stretching around my cock like a whore.”
he doesn’t give you time to adjust. just grips your hips, thrusts hard, pace relentless. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the small room. your belly’s rocking against the counter, thighs smacking together, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips.
“look at you. stuffed full of cock in a public bathroom. mirror don’t lie, baby. you’re fucking made for this.”
your eyes roll. you’re drooling. you’re so full. his cock stretching your dripping pussy open, dragging over your sweet spot again and again until your moans turn into broken gasps.
he grabs a handful of your hair. yanks your head up so you see your reflection.
“look. look at the way your little pussy’s taking me. this body belongs to me.”
you whimper. eyes glassy. mouth open. he leans down, presses his chest to your back, and fucks deeper. his hand slips under you, presses into your belly from underneath.
“feel that? feel how deep i am, baby?”
your pussy clenches. he groans, hand flying to your mouth.
“don’t fucking cum. not ‘til i say.”
but your body’s giving up. his cock is hitting all the right places, your walls fluttering, and you’re gushing.
he grabs your throat. ruts into you so hard your knees give out. you come. hard. silently screaming against his hand, thighs shaking as you gush around his cock.
he curses.
“greedy little cunt. couldn’t even wait. fine. take all of it then.”
he thrusts twice more, deep and rough. and then he’s filling you up, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy as he moans brokenly into your neck.
you’re gasping. twitching. full and wrecked. and when he pulls out, cum drips onto your thighs.
“clean it up, baby. use your fingers. then suck them for me.”
Pairing: ot8 ateez x gn!reader
Tags: ateez, text smau, ex ateez, ateez scenarios, crack
Warnings: wooyoungs a lil crazy but in like a half joking way..! also the numbers used in hwas and woo's are FAKE MADE UP NUMBERS.
note: yet another smau to hold yall over while I make a queue and actually find the motivation to write yall a few drabbles or something. Enjoy! <3
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