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ʙɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ʀɪᴅᴇ ʏᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ.

Hongjoong x fem!reader

Cw: nsfw, car sex, riding, biting, marking, fingering, oral (m receiving) Hongjoong smokes

This is all made up and a work of pure fiction. This is not meant to represent nor disrespect Ateez or Hongjoong in any way. Pls remember that they're real people.

A/n: haha get it? Honda nsx? more like Honda and sex haha cuz car sex, eh. Yeah it‘s a little short but I was too lazy to think of a plot. Maybe next time

taglist: @minkisdoll

Windows fogged up, a dim purple glow shining into the car. The inside smelling hot and needy, a nicotine smoke created at the front.

„Fuck…just like that“ Hongjoong groaned and sunk further into his seat, his free hand tangling into your hair, pushing you further onto his dick.

His tip hit the back of your throat making you gag, spit leaking, dripping down the sides of your mouth and his length, wet and devastating. Hongjoong took another long drag of his cigarette, the car turning into a foggy mess. He kept bobbing your head up and down, choking on his cock and sallowing hard around him.

„get off, get off“ he exhaled the last bits of his cigarette before flicking it below his feet. He‘d deal with the mess later. You looked at him with big eyes, a pout forming on your lips before he pulled you into a heated kiss. Your mouths desperately finding eachother. The taste of cherry chapstick and nicotine mixing with your senses.

You sucked on his bottom lip and he groaned into your mouth giving you easy access to shove your tongue into his mouth. The entire kiss turning filthy and messy, your body pressing tighter against eachother until you boldly shifted onto his lap. His length lazily layed against his stomach.

His thick hands popping veins from the pressure of grabbing your hips tightly, lips still fighting for any sort of stability. You dug your nails into his scalp, speeding up his breath and roaming any part of your body he could get his hands on.

You moved your hands down Hongjoongs body, your fingers clutching onto his shirt, feeling his toned chest below your fingertips until you reached down to his cock, stroking it easily due to all wetness and spit collected all over his shaft.

You broke the kiss to admire his expression, his eyes tightly pressed together, lips swollen, slightly agape releasing any whines without a care. His breath was unmatched and heavy. All while you were flicking your wrist repeatedly at quickening pace, the sound squelching and disgustingly drenched.

Hongjoong cursed under his breath, you caught his lips once more, biting his lower lip and letting yourself melt deeper into the kiss while jerking him off. You felt his legs twitch beneath you, little whimpers inbetween kisses. You stopped, making him whine at the sudden edge, but you shushed him and struggled your sweatpants off you, leaving you in your tanktop and lacy panties.

„God…fuck you‘re gonna kill me“ he groaned, appreciating the view infront of him and slipped his thick fingers aside your panties, his thumb rubbing your clit and his other fingers knuckles deep inside of you the cold metal of his rings repeatedly moving in and out of you. A shiver ran down your spine. You leaned further into his touch, a wet pool of your juices coating his hand.

„Fuck Hongjoong…keep going“ you moaned in airy tone and grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the window with the other, running a mark down the steamy glass.

Hongjoong rested against your shoulder, planting pecks on your neck, pecks that turned into heavy marks and bites in seconds. You whined, the pain felt so good with the sensation of his fingers deep inside of you, making your back slightly arch.

He stopped, getting you just wet enough to take his dick with ease. He pulled his fingers away and you moved his wrist up to his mouth, shoving his own hand into his mouth with a grin, making him taste you. His eyes were almost tired neediness hidden in his brown pupils. It‘s been such a long week of producing and dealing with everything it felt so good to finally let loose. He sucked your juices off his fingers delicately, a teethy devilish smile plastered over his face which you could only return. You pushed your soaked panties to the side, teasing your folds over his tip before dropping down in one swift motion. You both moaned in sync and tilt your head back in ecstasy.

The stretch felt so filling, he was balls deep inside of you. Hongjoong gripped onto your waist line down to your ass, letting the pressure of his fingertips leave a mark.

You rolled your hips up and down, the slapping of your skin filling the car, followed up by your pornographic moans.

The saturate noise of your wet folds and his soaked cock, rubbing into another so easily, beyond dirty.

You clenched around him tightly.

„fuck…you‘re so tight…“ he exhaled and once again you forced your lips onto his, catching his breath at the sudden motion. Your nails dug his hair, back over his neck creating a scratch streak and a sigh from Hongjoong.

You moved your hips faster as he thrusts his dick deeper and harsher into you, until you were nothing but wild animals in heat and desperation.

Hongjoong grinned at your fucked out expression, head thrown back, bouncing up and down as rough and deep as you could go.

„That‘s right…fuck yourself on my cock“ he licked a straight line up your throat until he reached for your upper neck, his teeth vanishing in your skin and sucking a purple spot in till you cried out in pain and pleasure.

„God—I‘m gonna…“ you gasps silently, your needy voice coated in honey, a sweet melody to Hongjoongs ears as he kept abusing your bare skin until it was all wet and marked up.

„Yeah? You gonna cum? My pretty girl gonna cum?“ he whined as he rubbed your clit, your whole body vibrating at the sensation.

You cried out at when your orgasm spilled all over Hongjoong‘s thighs as your mind went fully blank, Hongjoong still chasing his own climax.

You clenched tightly around him, a broken moan coming out of him as response as you rode him until you both would fully break. He came hard, biting his lip until it would be bruised bleeding, barely pulling out, your fluids mixing on the drivers seat.

Your heavy breaths out of sync, the car smelled like sweat and sex, earliers finished cigarette still lingering in the air.

With a heavy exhale you moved back onto the passangers seat, grabbing your sweatpants back up and Hongjoong zipped his pants back up, a hand ruffling through his damp and messy hair.

„You don‘t wanna get a milkshake, do you?“ you leaned sideways against the seat, fixing your sex looking hair.

Hongjoong gave you a hesitating look, his breath still uneven, before lowering his gaze to the clock behind the wheel.

11:48 pm

With a sigh he rolled down the window, the cool night hair hitting your bare arms. Hongjoong popped another Malboro out of his pocket and lit it up inbetween his lips before starting the engine and pulling the handbrake.

That‘s a yes.

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ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ‘ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴜꜱ

Mingi x fem!reader

Cw: nsfw (?) running away from the police, making out, oral (f receiving)

This is all made up and a work of pure fiction. This is not meant to represent nor disrespect Ateez or Mingi in any way. Pls remember that they're real people.

A/n: This is based off the one Mingi drabble I made for my girl Vivi and was also a anonymous request. Hope you like it <3 I wanna add that this is a little rushed but who‘s gonna stop me? Yeah thought so

taglist: @lostwildestchild

You‘ve been walking down the same route for what felt like hours.

You weren‘t lost, that‘s what u told yourself, but the road felt so unfamiliar you might as well did. You wandered down this gravel path near an old warehouse. To your left a conqruete wall splattered with grafiti paintings or how the locals call it „vandalism“.

You never really cared, actually it kind of gave towns and abandoned places some character. It didn‘t feel so dull and dead when someone sprayed a half naked alien lady onto the old hospitals wall, or maybe thats just you.

You played with the coins in your pocket and admired the wall paintings. Grafiti artists had this way of expressing themselves like nothing you‘ve seen. Unreadable fonts and funky looking figures.

A extra curvy woman here and a extra loud word right above, fuck society and its economical rules. But usually they put the message a bit more subtle, if there was no proof for a statement „Fuck those pigs and their money“ could mean anything and could be directed towards anyone.

Earlier that day you spend your time studying in the library, finals were upcoming and a simple girl like you had nothing better to do anyway.

While others were stuck in a trance of partying and living life to its fullest, you passed.

Maybe you‘d regret it someday, you weren‘t sure, but there was something about not being able to enjoy stuff so in the open, so loud.

You made your way a little further down, it was night, but the city was still alive, you could see the building lights from all the way back here through the woods.

This path though was seriously your worst nightmare. It was dark, lonely and except for the vandalised grafiti walls, dead.

Just as you were about to pass under a bridge, lost in your little daydream you heard loud rushing coming towards your way. Paranoia and a hot pool of anxiety ran up your system when u turned quickly.

Two police officers were already right infront of you before you could even process what you were dealing with.

The officers took knowledge in your presence and stopped, just as confused as you.

They turned around, left and right, maybe to make out the funky paintings on the wall? Until they flashed their light into your face, making you wince and press your eyes together.

„Miss have you seen anyone running into this direction?“

You held a hand before your face and tilted your head to the side.

„No? I can‘t see at all“ you murmured, making the officers turn their flashlights into another direction.

„Anyone suspicious? Maybe like a sprayer? About this tall?“ they waved their hands a little above their heads but you shook your head and slowly let go off the strap of your bag.

„I was just on my way to campus“

They turned their flashlights back into your direction, checking your outfits and presence up and down.

„It‘s really dangerous at night miss. Want us to go ahead and escort you home?“

you blinked a couple of times, trying to get used to the change of light, before looking at your shoes.

„I‘ll manage“

Part of you did want to go back home with the officers, it created a sense of comfort, but on the other hand. Coming back home with local authorities could draw too much attention, exactly what you‘re trying to avoid.

The officers nodded and walked off in a quick pace, probably looking for this sprayer they asked you about. You never saw one live in action or at all. It left you sort of curious.

With a heavy exhale you brushed off that interaction and kept walking, it was really starting to get late and being the headline of tomorrows crime paper didn‘t sound too appealing.

But as you were about to walk past the last bits of the warehouse you heard it, the little familiar sprinkle sound that you‘d recgonize from movies or shows. The little clinker of someone shaking a bottle, the little ball inside probably shaking and mixing up the colors. How come you didn‘t hear it earlier?

Unexpected and debating you bit around your lip. The warehouse entry would be just nearby and maybe if you‘re quiet enough, you could probably hide behind a few pallets.

Hesitant with your desicion you tippy toed over the lawn, your heart beating a little faster as the sound of spray cans got louder the closer you got. With quiet steps you walked into the abandoned building. It was dark, a tiny light coming from a latern placed on the floor.

You were far enough to go unnoticed but make out just a little. Pink hair and black fit is all you could see from behind. A man about 6‘0 ft, very broad, his gloved hands wrapped around the bottle as he sprayed something you couldn‘t quite make out. It looked somewhat like a butterfly, with really sharp edges almost cybersigilsm like. He moved so effortlessly and it was really impressive to watch. You stared for what felt like another eternity, completly mesmerised by his work.

You didn‘t realise you weren‘t even hiding anymore, just straight up watching until he turned around for a quick second. He paused, completly startled. You finally got a good look at his face as if the pink hair didn‘t already give it away. In utter shock you tried collecting your thoughts.

„Song Mingi???“ you were stunned and he still didn‘t say a word. Mingi was one of your classmates, during lectures he always seemed to zone out and doodle onto his notes. You could never make them out though since he sat on the other side of hall.

You moved past the palettes and were quick to get a closer look now that you‘re familiar with the artists. He backed up a bit his hands now tightly wrapped around a can of pink spray.

„No way! You‘re the sprayer who the police was after?“ you whisper yelled, your voice echoing through the old warehouse and he was quick to shush you.

„Quiet down“ he shook his head and threw a few empty cans into his bag. He seemed to be in such a rush all of the sudden, his hands clumsily reaching for his things on the floor.

„Looks pretty“ you tried to induldge a bit more into this conversation but he didn‘t seem to elaborate. He gave you a quick nod and went past you.

Well that was rude and you even complimented his art.

A little dumbstruck you watched him walk off into the distance, leaving you and his pretty butterfly by yourself.

What you weren‘t aware of was the fact that Mingi‘s heart rushed twice its normal pace when he realised who‘s been watching him.

His eyes always lingering on you a little longer than anyone else whenever he sketched your pretty face over whatever the professor was saying.

Mingi drew your pretty lashes and the pout of your lips as you reread your notes. He loved watching you from this angle, pretty eyes gazing over your papers, your fingers spinning your pen around in your grasps, your hair behind your ear yet it kept falling in your face.

You didn‘t seem to pay him too much mind considering he just left you in the dark yesterday.

You were trying to gather your thoughts and didn‘t even realise his pair of eyes on you the entire time.

Later that day you were back at the libary, it was friday night and whilst a friday night screams getting drunk and making bad desicions. You for one didn‘t get invited to anything, which is good because you wouldn‘t wanna go either way.

As you were writing your due essay you couldn‘t help but recall yesterdays events.

You wondered if Mingi didn‘t particulary like you and thats why he chose to avoid a interaction or maybe he felt akward around you? Maybe you would see him again tonight, you could ask.

You let go of those thoughts for now and set your focus back to getting work done, studying for another couple of hours before leaving the libary.

You stepped over the familiar gravel ground, the graffiti paintings hadn‘t changed, maybe a little scribble here and there but the main drawings were still the same as yesterday. You made sure no police officer was following you again before you stepped down onto the muddy lawn. Trash papers and branches crumching below your feet.

You peeped into the warehouse again where you met Mingi yesterday, but he wasn‘t there. The butterfly from yesterday was still there, the last empty cans next to them.

It kinda made sense that he wasn‘t here, maybe he was trying to avoid you, but its natural to feel a little dissapointed. You approached the drawing, now taking a good look at it. It was really unique and you couldn‘t quite word how impressive it was. Just unfortunate that he didn‘t seem to make a big deal out of it.

Sharp lines and lots of colors over the wings, but the outline in a deep black. You traced over visible spray lines, it was dry but still stained your fingertips.

„Hey! You!“ you heard a masculine voice yell at you, you quickly backed off the painting and looked behind you. You were sure no one had followed you, but there were two officers right at the entrance. You didn‘t know why but panic took over you and you quickly paced away, running into whatever direction seemed right. The building was big and you were quick to get lost while running deeper into it. You were quick to rush into a empty hall, you could still hear the officers yelling and coming after you. You passed by huge containers and struggled inbetween them. There was a little gap where you could look through.

You held your breath tight, hoping that they didn‘t hear you pass through.

Now that you were in this spot behind the containers regret was starting to pick on your skin, maybe you shouldn‘t have run, it was a reflex. You really could‘ve just handled it and tell them that you were just looking.

But beyond the regret that you felt there was also this tiny bit of thrill, adrenaline that you haven‘t felt before.

You saw the silhouttes of the officers pass by the containers, their flashlights checking every corner. You scrunched your body together and knitted your eyes together.

You heard them leave the area and could finally exhale. You really hoped that you wouldn‘t get into any further trouble.

„Beginner‘s mistake“ you jumped at the sudden deep voice you heard from above. You looked up and there he was, none other but the culprit himself.

Mingi sat comfortably on the container, his legs a little spread, wearing yesterday‘s outfit minus the mask.

He dropped down to your level, invading your personal space.

„They always take the same route every night, as if I haven‘t already figured it out“ he grinned a little cheesy and grabbed his bag from a dark corner.

„Ouhh not the first time you ran from local forces?“ you smiled, you were a little relieved that you could talk a little compared to yesterday when he just left. You wondered if he was gonna do the same today, you‘d really love to watch him spray again. Or maybe you‘re just lonely, begging for a friend.

„I haven‘t been catched so far, doing pretty well“ his confident tone rolled off his tongue you could mistake it for simple mockery. You watched as he squeezed through the gap you came through, his bag tight to his body. He didn‘t pay you any further mind so you just followed him, considering he knew the officers routes.

„How come you ran away so quick yesterday?“ you suddenly asked, catching up with his walking speed and following him through the abandoned building. Mingi visibly paused for a second before shaking his head. You couldn‘t quite put his expression to words, embarassment? Shame? Or was he making fun of you?

He let his bag fall onto the ground as you two were in the main entrance hall once again. He still seemed to ignore your simple question, but didn‘t mind your presence either.

„How come you‘re a psychology major when you‘re doing all this art stuff?“ you leaned against the wall he began working on, shaking the spray bottle effortless.

„Art isn‘t fun when it‘s after principles“

Mingi moved his arm and began decorating the wall, a little further away from his butterfly.

„You think Van gogh, Picasso and all the other bullshitty artists did what they do to get studied by some boring college students?“

His words hung in the air and he still went on.

„I don‘t think anyone else can understand art besides its artists“

It didn‘t quite make sense to you, but he seemed determinded with his way of thinking, like it really affected him. Maybe that‘s why people didn‘t think much of graffiti artists, they didn‘t understand them.

They were bold, loud, their message wouldn‘t be analysed later once they‘re ashes, deep into the dirt. That‘s what people probably didn‘t like, graffiti artists wouldn‘t be put into order, into another classroom, on another wall where it‘s worshipped for its time value.

„You‘re really cool, your way of perceiving things I mean“ you giggled

Mingi blinked a couple of times for realisation and laughed along in akward manner, his cute teeth showing a genuine smile.

Time passed by and you spend your evening in shared akwardness, a silly sentence that made you both giggle here and there. Mingi was really talented when it came to his art, you could only watch it awe.

„So pretty…“ you murmured. A pretty angel like creature with neon highlights. His cartoon semi realism artstyle was really distinctive. Mingi smiled and swayed his head from side to side once more, before hesitating and grabbing another can of spray paint.

„You wanna try?“ he asked quietly, uncertain while holding the bottle in your direction. You were also in doubt wether you could make it look as cool as his, but took his offer anyway.

„No promises, I failed art class miserably“ you stretched your body to make yourself a little taller, balancing yourself on your tippy toes before shaking the can.

Turns out, it was a lot harder than it looks, with graffiti you just had to get straight into it, no sketch whatsoever nor a rubber that could make up for your mistakes.

You drew a little crooked cat, its whiskers looking too wavy and its eyes two different sizes. You could hear snickering by your side, Mingi was laughing at your horrid attempt to draw a cat.

„Don‘t laugh!“ you nudged him which only increased his laughter, so you softly hit your fist into his chest, didn‘t help.

You struck your tongue out in childish manner and shook the can once more, drawing a emoji who did the same, a tiny ‚blehh‘ right next to it.

His laughter turned into a tiny smile when he saw it. You continued your little banter until the toxic scent of spray paint was getting to your heads and you were just a crackling mess. Mingi was easy to get along with or maybe you just had a lot in common, outside of your medium artskills.

Over following time you couldn‘t help but show up more regulary. At first he was suprised by it, maybe a little distant, trying to get used to it or over the fact that he was far more interested in you than you might think.

With time you grew past the akwardness.

Like any other weeknight you stopped by the old warehouse after any errands, only to find your usual hangout spot empty. Confused you looked over the place, but no Mingi in sight except for his drawings. The wall was filling itself with art of the both of you, except your level of drawing was way beyond his but it was still fun. You went deeper down into the warehouse, back when you were hiding from the police the second time you entered this place. The containers didn‘t go untouched by you two either, with a graffiti pen you had written your names on them, maybe as a memory for when you‘re older.

You could spot the pink hair in the dark, he was sitting on the container again, his back turned to you. It was hard to stay quiet when you sneaked up on him, he was sketching into a black notebook, you could see the outlines of two people.

You pressed your hands on Mingi‘s shoulders making him startled and jumping at the sudden touch. He quickly closed his notebook, keeping the side he was working on marked with his finger inbetween pages.

„Scared me“ he mumbled and let his tense shoulders relax you smiled and dropped down next to him.

„Whatcha drawing?“ you got curious and took ahold of his sketchbook to which Mingi quickly tried to get it back from you. You wanted to open the first page but he tightened his grip around the book, desperately trying to get it back. That made you even more curious and with a heavy laugh you hastily jumped off the container and ran away with the sketchbook.

You could hear Mingi rushing behind you, yelling some words to give it back. You giggled at the chase and increased your speed, running down a few stairs and getting into a ditched down area.

You thought you were far away from him and slowed down, finally opening the sketchbook he made such a big fuss about only to find lots of beautiful drawings, sketches and doodles of a girl. You heard a loud exhale behind you, Mingi had probably caught up.

The girl was always either smiling or looking into the distance, or onto her notes, her face had a cute pout. He used lots of neon colors, creating artsy pictures of…you?

Next to another painting of said girl, smiling from ear to ear, her finger stained in color as she showed a peace to the viewer „Girl of my dreams“

You were stunned when you recgonized the little features, the old grey zipper jacket, your favorite necklace around her.

„Is that?“ you turned to Mingi as you saw your name written below another doodle, a tiny heart right above it.

Mingi was embarassed, his hand covering the upper part of his face, his ears a bright pink, could be mistaken for his hair.

A warm pool of comfort filled your chest when you realised that the pretty girl potrayed in his sketchbook was no one else but you. You felt your own face growing a little hotter, a dumb smile plastered all over.

Just like your first meeting, suddenly you shared this akward feeling, only this time it felt more comfortable. You couldn‘t bear to hold eyecontact with eachother, not even a clear of your tightening throats.

Mingi could just die of embarassment right then there, you were never meant to see all of it. He thought this could be a hard shot for your friendship, now while he liked you just as much as his art. Hell you were his inspiration for it, but risking what you had now? That was until he suddenly heard you burst into laughter, your stupid goofy laugh that he loved so much. His gaze wandered to you completly shock, you were laughing, at him? or the drawings? He wasn‘t sure but you just laughed until you ran out of air.

„That‘s really cute“ you grinned and got closer to press his book back into his chest. A warm heat was still complimenting your cheeks and ears and so was his. The way you looked at him with big lovey eyes just worsened his situation, he swore he felt his heart drop right out of his chest. Mingi pressed his lips tighter together, trying to avoid your gaze and get himself further into shame.

„Right“ he cleared his throat and took ahold of his notebook.

You stayed a little longer like that until you went back to your usual routine, shared headphones in, a spray bottle in his grip and you would just watch or try a little yourself while he did what he loved the most. You hummed to the thrashy song in your airbuds, your mind still stuck to his doodles of you. It was really cute and now that you looked further into it, maybe he‘s been feeling this way for a while now. You wouldn‘t know, it‘s not like drawing with you on his mind isn‘t definitely the thing that gets him through any boring lecture.

Deep into your little session all of the sudden the headlights of the warehouse went on, which was unusual because normally the police officers wouldn‘t do their nightly stroll around this time. You were caught off guard when you saw more than two officers at the entrance, an aggressive dog at their feet and their faces looking not too friendly.

„You two again!“ they yelled already pacing towards you, this would‘ve been your second chase when all of the sudden you felt a hand close around your own. Mingi grabbed you quickly since you were still processing the situation and began running, your feet barely dragging you.

„I thought they don‘t come around this time“ you yelled in shock while Mingi raced out the backdoor, never letting go off your hand.

„Thought so too“

The cool night air hit you like a cold wave, you had forgotten your jacket inside. You were hardly keeping up with Mingi as you two hastened deeper into the woods. You weren‘t familiar with this part, it was dark and everything looked the same, tall trees just passing by.

This time there was no stopping, you couldn‘t hear them behind you due to the adrenaline and hint of fear managing your system. You couldn‘t see any hideouts nearby either.

You heard a faint bark in the distance, the terror fully taking over you, your legs trying to match Mingi‘s pace and move closer to him.

„We‘re not gonna get caught are we?“

Mingi clutched onto your hand making sure to provide as much comfort as you could give in this situation.

It felt like forever, a endless loop of running deeper and deeper into the dark woods when your feet couldn‘t hold you no longer and you slowed down when you came out onto a parking lot of a shopping area. The stores had already closed considering how late it was. You tried to catch your breath, but Mingi was already moving forward once more while pulling his headphone out of his ear. Your shared playlisz hadn’t stopped while running.

You whined, your hands still interlocked as he dragged you behind one of the stores, probably to get you out of line of sight.

With heavy breaths you both leaned against the brick walls, the alley was dark which was probably good it left you a lot more inconspicuous.

Mingi closed his eyes, he‘s been to a couple of chases before, but in none he had to run across the whole woods with the girl of his dream in his hands.

He blinked open one eye when he heard you ruffling through his bag, you took out a small graffiti pen, your breath still uneven. Confused he tried to understand what you were trying to do when you wrote something small onto the brick

„Y/n‘s and Mingi‘s first chase“ you cheekily smiled at Mingi who looked at you in a little bit of a daze. Once more he held onto your hand and drew a little heart right next to your writing with a tiny smile and a blush around his neck.

You returned the gesture, your eyes lasting onto eachother. You felt the heat in your stomach and face rising, your hands suddenly felt a bit more sweaty the deeper you stared into his piercing eyes.

You nibbled around on your lip, you felt him get closer, his warm breath hitting your face creating a comforting yet intensive atmosphere between you. Mingi slowly and unsure pressed his lips onto yours, you blinked your eyes together and let go off the pen. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders and his around your lower back, pulling you closer to his body. His plump lips moved smoothly with yours, the earlier ambivalence replaced with this warm love between you.

He brushed bits of your hair to the side, your fingers caressed down his arm, your lips moving heavily against another. You slowly pulled away his taste still lingering.

„Should I walk you home?“

You packed up his things and walked further into the alley to make sure the officers that chased you earlier wouldn‘t notice you again. You sneaked behind the stores and he walked you home, your pinkies interlocked, tiny warm smiles covering your faces like teenagers in love.

A tiny waving hand drawn onto a piece of paper you noticed during following lectures. This unverbal communication became a habit for you two.

You immediately noticed the way Mingi held up the little note into your direction, his attempt on a conversation during class made you almost giggle.

You tore a bit of your notes off and drew a winking smiley onto it before holding it into his direction.

Mingi was back to drawing before he indulged further into your silent conversation across class.

Little stars and flowers with a pointing finger, he smiled a little goofy. He meant to compliment you, saying you look really pretty today.

You got another piece of your notebook and pressed your lips against it, your lipstick staining the paper, leaving a pink ish kiss mark on it.

You winked and held it up, it was silly and felt so innocent as you kept passing messages while the professor was talking everyones ear off. Mingi doodled a exit sign onto his paper before nudging his head towards the door and you immediately understood what he was trying to say, because the next second you both crashed against the wall of the dirty janitors closet your lips greedily finding eachother. Mingi licked and bit the bottom of your lip before your makeout session got steamier and heavier. He groped the side of your hips and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Compared to your innocent kiss the other day and all the other harmless hangouts you had over the months this was beyond sinful.

His body moved closer to yours, breaking the kiss for a moment. Your gaze met his from below, big doe eyes looking up at him, almost too cute to look upset.

„What about lecture?“ you blew air into your cheeks and he playfully rolled his eyes.

„What about it?“ Mingi raised his eyebrows, before leaning into another kiss, making you giggle.

He showered your neck in love, his teeth sinking into your skin making you tilt your head back and whine. You turned your face giving him more access and letting him suck on your neck tightly until he left a heavy spot. His lips moving from your side back to your mouth.

Mingi grabbed you even tighter, almost possesive. He just couldn‘t get enough of his sweet girlfriend. Not when he’s been plotting on her for so long.

He let go for a second, your heavy breaths out of sync and your lips swollen. He kneeled down slowly, his eyes never leaving your needy ones.

His fingers sneaked up your thighs, fingerpads tapping against the plush of your thighs until they met your clothed cunt. He put a little force against it, seeing your face twist a little and your mouth escaping a tiny whimper.

„All worked up just from me kissing you?“ he grinned, he moved closer until his nose brushed the hem of your skirt. He wrapped his hand around your knee and moved your thigh onto his shoulder, his other hand leaving your panties and moving over to your hip line. Mingi kissed the inside of your thighs softly until his mouth went further and further up your skirt.

„Push em to the side“ his hot breath against your bare skin giving you goosebumps all over, the way his piercing eyes gazed up from below your skirt forming a warm knot in your stomach.

You moved your fingers down and pulled your panties to the side, giving him enough space as he spread your thigh a little further, tongue licking a line up your skin all the way to where you wanted him the most before sucking once deep and ruining your dripping core making you whimper and press your free hand tightly against your lips. His mouth fastened, warm, wet, messily.

You kept whining, your head leaned against the wall, your fingertips shaking against the fabric of your panties as he worked his tongue deeper into your folds.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your hand left your face and gripped onto Mingi‘s pink hair, making him groan when he felt your nails against his scalp the vibration of his voice like a bolt through your body.

He sealed his mouth against your cunt, his tongue moving upwards to tease your clit a deep vibration flowing through your system. Mingi sucked and buried himself deeper between your legs, eating you out like a man starved. The wet and loud of his mouth against your folds echoing in the janitors closet, mixed with your tiny whines.

„Please, keep going…Mingi…“ you tried to hold back any sounds that would escape you, but it was hart not to when you could only take as much.

Your thighs were starting to shake and that only motivated him to please you further. Your sweet sounds and even sweeter taste making his pants tighten around his dick.

You felt the warm and tight knot in your stomach come closer to snapping, your fingers buried deep into your boyfriends hair as he let out a low moan himself.

„You close, pretty girl? yeah?“ he groaned against your pussy, his lips moving faster and sloppier. His tongue thrusting back deep inside of you once, twice…you whimpered and arched off the wall. Your tangled hand quickly silencing your vocals as you cried out and your climax hit you like a brick. After you came down from your high your gaze met Mingi, still on his knees, lips swollen and glistening chin, a bulge formed in his pants.

He slowly got up and pressed his body against yours, your lips catching jis, tasting your own liquids as you could feel him trace little shapes into your waist.

𓏲ּ𝄢 recorded after hours - k. hongjoong ࣪ ˖

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader genre: smut rating: 18+, minors dni

wc: 2.1k

summary: when your boyfriend's work becomes the ultimate cockblock, you take matters into your own hands— or rather, onto his lap. now, your moans are the secret, filthy vocal sample on his latest track, and you're the only one who knows the real meaning behind his "finishing touches."

warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, studio sex, desk sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, slighttt degradation, dom/sub dynamics, possessive behavior, dirty talk, begging, recording, creampie, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia, aftercare, some fluff, ect ect.

notes: ok so i might be insane myself but i always hear hongjoong's adlibs while listening to atz songs.. and tell me why he's always whiny and breathing heavily in them.. imo he'd be SO the type to do this. anyway, thank you to the anon that inspired me to write this. wish i could tag u!! lmk what u think <3 taglist: @lostwildestchild @skelejor

smut incoming

face time (m) • smg

part of the frat!teez series — ateez masterlist

don't be a bully

a/n: thanks to juno for planting the brainworms for this

minjoong x f!reader

they are so mean to you.

they find so much pleasure in torturing you, seeking out your limits, and happily pushing you past them with a grin on their face and their hands all over you. they learned recently that you cannot handle them both at the same time without shattering like porcelain. melting against their bodies like the heat of their skin was too much, suffocating between them like some kind of trapped animal. 

show me (10) | mingi x reader

tags: mean dom!mingi... like... he's a meanie :(((, oral sex, deepthroating, throatfucking, hair pulling, degradation, spit/cum play, manhandling?, humiliation

read the other 500 shades!

he's already got you on your knees, your breath coming in short because he's been teasing for what feels like hours. mingi's leaning back in his chair, legs spread, one big hand wrapped lazily around the base of his cock while he taps the leaking tip against your lips.

halfway (13) | mingi x reader

tags: pegging, sub!mingi, praise/a little cruelty :D, begging, slight overstim, like a 2 second handjob, mingi cums fast :p

participate in my 500 shades of filth!

i feel like this is def not what the ppl want for this prompt but >_< im being self indulgent

he's already clinging to you.

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪɢʜ

„ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ, ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ. ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ‘ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ.“

Yunho x fem!reader

Cw: Drug activity, clothed sex, making out, clothed sex while high

(!) This is all made up and a work of pure fiction and this is not representing or meant to disrespect Yunho or Ateez in any way. Please remember that they‘re still real people.

Don‘t be weirdos? Ok? Ok.

taglist: @lostwildestchild

Spend some time alone, spend some time praying. Actually, you dont have to, maybe just connect with your spirit or outside of it.

Ask god some questions, or ask whoever you believe in, really it doesn´t matter.

People often tend to question the level others drive around on. Whilst your beliefs weren‘t that different from another, yet society decided to label every single one.

Something along the lines of faith? Sometimes you wondered why people made a big deal out of eachothers beliefs. We chose what we believed in and shouldn‘t expect others to forcefully do the same.

In the end, we all bled red, we all had a functioning soul and a vessle in form of a physical body.

But there were people who enjoyed the feeling of a outta body expierience inbetween body and mind. Somewhere far away from existence and their thoughts. He called it third person spectating, everyone else just called it stoned, but again who gives a shit what you call it. Same thing.

Stoned and levitating outside of any moralistic laws, Yunho relaxed and let his head fall back. His entire physique sunk into the washed out couch. Whilst his body had a language of its own, his mind was too far away to translate.

The practice room stung a harsh smell of weed.

No one dare to open a window, he was bathing in the scent.

Yunho exhaled deeply, his eyes half lidded as if he could see beyond the universe through the smoke. In his state the concept of time didn‘t exist. As if all the little humans running around on earth had stopped and he could see right into the chaos, that didn‘t bother him, after all he was just a spectator.

Spectator of consuming and working ants that would only love eachother if they hated the same things. That‘s why Yunho loved spending time in his bands practice room, deep into his comfort, there was nothing on this planet he would miss out on.

A call far away from the universe, a soul so clear you could see it‘s intentions right through it. Except it wasn‘t a balance between good and bad moral tendencies, it was about your own well being. Your head being so clear that you couldn‘t care less if anyone called you a junkie. You sunk deeper into your own covers, the blue lamp coloring your room like the ocean. With another deep drag of your joint you let all that smoke clear the surface of reality. A head so foggy that your mind felt at ease, there wasn‘t anything that could reach your mental state.

There wasn‘t any justifcation for either of you, just a different point of view. People called you weird, a stoner, you on the other hand felt as if your soul was beyond places, your body was just hugged into your bed. When you‘re young you tend to get confused, so you try to find a way past the confusion and while others wanted answers you just wanted to be as far away from it.

A shrill ring snapped Yunho back to reality, students packing up and getting ready to leave, hang out or do whatever. It was friday afternoon, his last lecture had just ended, except he slept through most of it.

„You look horrible“ Yunho turned his head to the side, his bestfriend Mingi waiting for him to finish packing up. Yunho rubbed his eyes and yawned, bloodshot bottom lid and even heavier eyebags. Mingi knew exactly what his friend had been up to. Mingi was starting to grow impatient and shoved his friend‘s utencils into his bag and took it without another word. Yunho quickly snapped back out of his daydream and rushed over to Mingi, taking his bag as they made their through the universities halls. Students were on their way out, probably discussing plans for the weekend.

Yunho knew exactly what he wanted to do this weekend, if it wasn‘t for his pink haired friend who was right there to cut through.

„I was thinking we crash by Wooyoung‘s place, he wanted to do a little party“

„How original“ Yunho mumbled and shook his head, no way he was gonna spend his freetime with sweaty and drunk young adults when he could just stay in the comfort of his dorm or the practice room. Not that he was any better than said young adults.

„Come on man, we barely spend time“ Mingi tried to convince him to which Yunho just frowned, without saying another word. It was sort of true, ever since Yunho found escape from reality through smoking he‘s been coming up with excuses to avoid hangouts.

He felt raw, exposed when he was in gatherings such as college parties. Alcohol was bitter and smoking was apparently worse for whatever reason. That‘s why spending time alone without another care in the world became something comforting.

As they made their way down campus towards their dorns Mingi kept trying to come up with more arguments on why he should come, none of them sounded appealing. Music? Pretty girls? Drinks? Friday fun? It would translate to obnoxious noises, disturbance in his peace, overly sweet liquids mixed with disinfectant and a wasted day that he could‘ve spend more enjoyable. It wasn‘t really tempting.

„If you wanna spend time with me you could ask me literally anything else“ Yunho thought, making them both stop their tracks for a minute.

„Parties are fun at first but draining by the end of the night“ Mingi quickly gave him a glance and pushed his fingers into Yunho‘s chest.

„There you said it.! They‘re fun“ Yunho shot him a stunned glimpse at his sudden twist of words.

„That‘s not what I meant-„

„You‘ll be there we‘ll just go once you‘re drained“ with that Mingi made his way inside of the dorm complex, leaving Yunho completly dumbstruck. He rushed behind him right after trying to see reason in his stupid behaviour.

„Y/n“

„Helloo? Earth to Y/n?“ you blinked a couple of times, your gaze wandering up to Wooyoung who‘s been fighting the technology, in attempt to make the Led lights work.

„Sorry did you say something?“ you muttered under your breath, whilst leaning back on his couch, your arms wrapped around another one of his pillows.

„You‘re just gonna stare holes into my wall or actually help me?“ Wooyoung glared at you from his staircase. After lectures you joined Wooyoung in his loft apartment, agreeing to help him with his Friday party or whatever, but now that you‘re actually here a wave of drowsiness took over you. If only you didn‘t agree and just went back to your room, maybe with some music and a little bag of weed.

„Sorry, on it“ you got off and immediately felt the tension rising in your muscles, didn‘t stop you from making your way over to his kitchen aisle and unpacking the drinks and food, while Wooyoung was busy decorating and getting the electricity to work.

It wasn‘t that you didn‘t like house parties, they were great you got to meet new people, but it always felt like they weren‘t really your people. Whenever you met these students at random gatherings it was a quick laugh of understandment at first but never ended in a long term connection were both felt like they were on one wavelength, let alone in the same ocean. Maybe a giggle, a hug here, a hangout there, but you could never sit down with any of these strangers and have a raw, sober conversation on eachothers thoughts. Pretty annoying, meeting people who never had to develop a personality.

Maybe that was why it lead you to consuming substances, you never had to care about others let alone your own thoughts, knowing that no one would understand them in the first place.

Flashy lights, carousing and a earbusting bass of music. Yunho sat there in the middle of the couch, his hands in his hoodie, but not in relaxed manner rather in a defensive one. Mingi and a couple of other friends were chatting and laughing the night away whilst he.

He just fiddled around with the grass in his pocket, looking for a valid excuse to just go elsewhere and take care of his needs. He promised everyone that he wouldn‘t get addicted, but in sore and bare situations like these he needed something to cool off, to get somewhere where he wasn‘t just some loner but someone who could see past all of it.

„Be right back“ Yunho murmured for Mingi to hear and got up. Yunho quickly made his way upstairs, his pulse pumping 160 bpm, his head feeling hot. It was weird, how much it affected him, maybe it was the rush and stress from this stupid gathering he didn‘t actually agree on.

The music felt a bit more tuned back up here, like a blurry beat in his head. Yunho rushed into a nearby room, making sure there weren‘t any college students in there fucking like they haven‘t been before. The nighstand lamp was on, he was pretty sure this was Wooyoung‘s room based off the clean bed and Asap rocky posters on his wall. He got comfortable on his carpet floor and was quick to roll his blunt, his tongue licking over the paper as he sealed it quickly. With one flick of his wrist he opened his lighter and finally could come to relax.

The familiar earthy yet ashy taste hit the back of his throat, the tension leaving his shoulders as he exhaled and leaned back. He closed his eyes and let the wave of smoke hit his face.

There he was again somewhere beyond materiality, this feeling of just not giving a care of what was happening on this sphere. He didn‘t need to be understood here and he didn‘t have to pretend like floating with the tide was his thing. His state of euphoria lasted and it made him feel at ease, but when you saw him from above you wondered. Wondered what he was doing here and wondered if you could join him.

You had gotten into this room earlier for one because Wooyoung asked you to check every once in a while to make sure no one was having sex in his room, but also for the very same reason Yunho came here. To get high and not to deal with people who mistook you for someone you weren‘t, but maybe find a answer deeper in the smoke.

Yunho didn‘t notice you until you were right next to him, his pupils were massive, puffy, to the point where they could be mistaken for his iris. The blood flowing through his system, making itself visible in his eyes as he stared up at you, almost stunned. Your silhoutte hovering above and giving him a weak smile.

„An angel?“ he asked quietly, careful, the movements of his mouth didn‘t follow to what he was saying nor what he was actually thinking. Right now his body was just a vessle, with a soul that was floating somewhere.

„Something like that“ you chuckled and allowed yourself to sit down next to him. In a intoxicated state you didn‘t really care who you were with, it was comfortable, a silent agreement. Upon seeing the started joint in his grasp you knew that he wasn‘t gonna judge if you were to do the same and even if he did, judging by his physical state he wouldn‘t do anything about it. As you were about to roll yourself one he was to stop you, his hand softly brushing against yours. Your gaze followed his motions, he offered you a puff of his blunt. The bits of smoke coming off the tip.

„Haven‘t shared weed with the heavens yet“ he was blinking slowly, his eyes half lidded. It felt safe, he was relaxed and his presence made you think that maybe you two weren‘t too different from eachother.

You sat there, maybe time had passed, you didn‘t know, smoking together with him. Besides your names he didn‘t ask and you didn‘t care. He didn‘t ask where you were from, he didn‘t compliment you for the solo purpose of breaking the ice, you didn‘t have to laugh at jokes he never made so you could enjoy eachothers company, you were just kinda spaced out.

The room was slowly filling itself with this subtle cloud of smoke, neither of you said a word. You both just stared into the distance, the music downstairs slightly making its way into your ear, but out the other.

„That song is so awful“ Yunho murmured, while taking another drag of your shared joint, before passing it over to you. You closely paid attention to what you could hear from downstairs, the bass slightly overtuning the melodie.

„It‘s really cliche“ you replied with a laugh that sounded more like a huff. You closed your eyes for a moment as you took another drag and let your head fall back. The room was starting to feel warmer and you couldn‘t help but admire Yunho. His sideprofile, his sharp jaw, but now lazy eyes. He truly looked perfect. He turned his head to the side, leaning his cheek against the bed. He had this natural neediness in his eyes.

Every move felt slower, more sensual, the blink of your eyes, the way your bodys were moving closer without even realising. His forehead gradually pressing against your own. The air between you felt dense, your eyes never leaving his, until he drew slowly of the joint again before pressing his mouth onto yours. He tasted like cherry and weed, the rough taste of smoke filling your mouth.

You could faintly feel his touches on your waist, down to your thigh, drawing small circles into your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him further into you. Your lips moving sluggishly against eschother, his body pressed against yours, trying to feel even closer.

You released for a quick second, catching your shaky breath, you looked at him with a gaze full of want and aspiration. Your hands found the collar of his hoodie and tugged slightly on it.

He took another deep drag before exhaling the vapour into your mouth, his lips finding yours again. He grabbed you by your waist and was slow to pull you into his lap. Yunho placed the joint on the nightstand before burying his face in your neck, his hands all over you. He kissed your collarbone, sucking little spots into your skin, making you tilt your head back and whine hazily. Due to your high state and his body pressed so close to you, you could feel a rush of heat down to your core.

„I promised Wooyoung to not let anyone fuck in here“ your fingers graced his hair and he withdrew for a second.

Yunho admired your shape right above him, its not his first time, really not.

But it was the first time fooling around with a girl who was just as stoned as he was, who didn‘t care about anything outside of their current messy state.

„And I promised my friends I wouldn‘t get high tonight“ two promises broken, but without a care in the world he slowly began kissing your neck again and couldn‘t help but smile against your skin at your little confessions, making you giggle.

The strap of your tank top fell off your shoulder and you were quick to help him take off your top, to give him more access, but he just observed fully dazed.

You really did look angelic right there above him and with his full out of body state he might‘ve believed you if you told him.

With tender touch he brushed his fingertips over your sides, his eyes following, trying to take in every part of you. From your chest, to your stomach, your beautiful shoulders and slightly marked neck.

„Beautiful“ Yunho was stunned, his words so quiet they might‘ve been mistaken for a breath. A breath that was taken away at the sight of you, your expression was everything to him. Your halflidded eyes, red, swollen and mouth slightly opened.

In normal scenarios it would be just another one night stand, for both of you, but right now it felt so much slower, so much more compassionate.

Your bare frames moving against eachother, undressing eachother, his mouth all over you, like he‘s been yearning a intimate moment like this in his loneliness that he called comfort.

You rolled your hips against his pelvis, making him groan slightly at the sensation. His hands went straight to your hips guiding you back and forth, the feeling of your clit rubbing against his boner making you whimper and press your thighs further together on his sides. Your knees pressed into the carpet.

„Feels so good, please don‘t stop“ his whiny voice making your stomach twist.

Your mind felt heavy, his name repeating in your head like a prayer. As if god himself had choosen the two of you to be right then it there. Yet even if it was a call from the heavens, your doings were beyond sinful to be confessed.

Now that something that so far from morally right messed with your heads, you couldn‘t keep your beliefs to yourself or the desire to be understood. Except that Yunho did understand. Not because he cared or because he pretended to care. He didn‘t care, that‘s what made you two so similar. Nothing but a high you chased and a state far away from reality. Neither of you would care if this world would end whilst you rubbed into eachother. You shared loneliness.

You whimpered, a tight knot forming in your core, begging to be released as you kept going. Yunho wrapped his arms tighter around you, he just couldn‘t get enough of you repeatedly putting pressure straight on his clothed dick. It felt tight in his pants, which gave him more reason to chase his own climax.

„So beautiful“ he slurred softly into your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, where your bra strap had already fallen off. You winced and the sudden pressure making you clench and dig your nails into the back of his neck. Yunho pressed his lips together and threw his head back as he felt the familiar sense of release. Cum staining his boxers and pants whilst he gripped onto your thighs.

You felt like a stupid teenager who didn‘t know any better as you kept rutting over his clothed cock until you felt the tie below your stomach lazily snapping. A look of ecstasy painting your face and holding onto your mouth to prevent any sounds except for tiny whimpers that were probably overtuned by the loud music downstairs either way. You leaned onto Yunho‘s shoulder and closed your eyes.

Your breath was a little unsteady, when suddenly you heard a deep exhale. You turned your body to Yunho who was back to finishing your earlier Joint. He gave you a sheepish smile before placing the blunt between your lips, his other hand never leaving your waist.

Monday morning, total horror, but a tiny smile creeped up his face as he looked at the little note that you sneaked into his jacket pocket earlier.

„Call me? Bring weed? <3 xxxxx“

but he was quick to hide it back between his hands when he felt his friend approaching.

„Yunho man how you doing“ Mingi sat down next to him and while he was taking out a few things from his bag he realised that his bestfriend seemed even more chill than usual, not in a high way.

„Say I didn‘t see you at all Friday night after you went upstairs. Did you leave early?“ Mingi asked and couldn‘t help but catch the tiny grin that flashed onto Yunho‘s face for a second.

„Don‘t worry about it“