Asking Boyfriend!ateez To Buy You Pads

asking boyfriend!ateez to buy you pads

genre: ot8 x fem!reader, crack, fluff, fake texts

c/w: the boys are trying their best okay, swearing, crude language, pet names

a/n: bc the only way to get through shark week 🦈🩸 is to pretend boyfie ateez will (try to) take care of you 😌☝️ also in other news i got rear-ended the other day LOL @sorryimananti-romantic can confirm the other driver was st00pid

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↳ TRACK 024: Peach Fuzz - bodyguard!k.ys ft heiress!reader

genre - smut + angst MDNI

duration - 839 words

parental advisory - groping, fingering (?), forbidden love, implied inexperienced reader, miscommunication

networks : @cultofdionysusnet @atzhouse @cromernet @pirateeznet

A/N: well shit now I just feel sad. Request for @nanime-roality

“You’re so pretty.”

Yeosang hummed in response, hands on your waist as you straddled him, kissing his adam’s apple softly. Yet again, he had you in his arms, showering him with affection, but it hurt. It was understandable why you could never be together, but was that supposed to make him feel better? Of course this is destined to fail, so don’t get mad when it does. What a horrible way of thinking.

As stupid as it sounded, Yeosang wanted you for himself. Not in some possessive lock you in the house way, but the familiarity way. To have someone who knew him inside and out, the one he could trust with his heart, the one he’d come home to after a shit day and still smile. He loved you, ever so dearly, but he had to keep those cards close to his chest.

If you knew how he felt, you wouldn’t let this continue.

When you took a deep breath, inhaling the homely sent of cotton fabric conditioner, you smiled into his skin. Luckily, you weren’t pressing deep enough to feel his pounding heartbeat, or notice the way he grit his jaw a little. Pulling back, you tucked a few stray hairs behind his ear, thumbing his birthmark tenderly.

“Can you touch me, Sangie?”

With the way you were pouting at him, face centimetres from his, arms wrapped around his neck, there was no way Yeosang could refuse. His hands moved up from your hips to your waist, thumbs rubbing your sides. He relished in the way you tensed before relaxing into his grip, breath hitching. It felt wrong yet so right to be in Yeosang’s arms, like he was some sort of forbidden fruit. In a sense, he was.

You’re not supposed to fall for the help when you’re destined to marry one of society’s elites.

Eager for more, you grabbed his left hand and brought it to your chest, watching in delight as his cheeks flushed from such a forward action. Tentatively, Yeosang squeezed lightly, watching your face for any discomfort. Your face contorted with pleasure, prompting him to massage you, thumb expertly flicking over your nipple.

His free hand had fallen from your waist, taking hold of your thigh and pushing you forward on his lap. The gasp that fell from your sweet lips as your crotch met his boner had his head swimming, already losing his self-respect to pleasure.

“You’re very soft, Ms. Y/N.”

A quiet moan was your response, one hand digging into his back while the other held the back of his neck. With the way he overwhelmed you, you no longer could toy with his baby hairs, simply clinging to him instead. His hand trailed up your leg at a snail’s pace, the skirt of your dress moving with it. While Yeosang’s gaze was fixed on the flesh he was exposing, yours was on him. His eyes darkened when the lacy trim of your panties came into view, his hand halting.

“I wore them for you, do you like them?”

“Ms. Y/N, when you said you wanted practice… I didn’t know you meant… this as well.”

Edging closer to him, Yeosang let his hand fall from your breast, eyes widening when you pushed his hand until his fingertips grazed the waistline of your panties.

“You don’t wanna help me, Sangie?”

For the first time since you requested ambiguously for ‘intimacy practice’ with your bodyguard, he let out a quiet sigh, as if he had been holding back something. Looking you dead on, expression almost indiscernible, his finger looped around the band, now holding you by the back of the neck as he toyed with the panties. His answer was almost robotic, the same words your father had told you when he’d introduced you to your new bodyguard on your 19th birthday.

“I’m here to serve your every need, Ms. Y/N.”

Yeosang’s lips collided with yours, a hunger in the embrace unlike anything you had previously experienced. You couldn’t help but smile into it, shifting on his lap to finally hear his soft moans. Surprisingly, it was lower than expected, as if some primal instinct had kicked in. His nails dug into the plush flesh of your thighs, and you loved the feeling.

While he couldn’t be yours forever, he could be yours for the summer, and that would have to suffice. The silly little feelings you were suppressing would have to simply go away on their own terms. You reasoned that satisfying your desires, at the very least, would help you mend your broken heart later on.

As Yeosang moved your panties to the side, you cling to him like you would never be in his arms again. Of course, the clock was ticking, so you weren’t entirely wrong. He separated from your lips to press sweet kisses to your jaw, then your cheek, then temple. Yeosang’s voice was sweet like honey as his lips ghosted your ear, thumb already rubbing your clit.

“You know I’ll always be here for you.”

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warnings: nsfw ish (as usual), mentions of changbin, horror movie discussion?

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captured by a vampire but theyre trying to find a good youtube video to watch while sucking your blood and youre just like come on can you just get it over with

ATEEZ responses to “What are we?” [Hyung Line]

Warnings: NON IDOL ATEEZ!! NO MENTIONS OF Y/N!! GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! a lot of lying down and doing nothin! Mentions of weed!

A/n: I found this prompt list on Pinterest! I can link my Pinterest page on my master list!! Also you can def tell which members are my favorites😅 sorry not sorry!!

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Kim Hongjoong:

You would spring the question. on him randomly one night while hanging out in your room. Both of you in baggy pjs, limbs tangled together on your bed.

The room was dimly lit by the purple LED lights lining your nearby desk. You were calm, too calm. That’s why you popped your head up to look at the man next to you.

“Hongjoong, what are we?”

You watched as the corners of his mouth curled up, “You know what we are. You just wanna hear me say it.” He lifted his hand up to play with a lose piece your your hair.

Guilty. You blush, “maybe i do, Maybe I don't…”

He let’s out a content sigh, “you’re mine, l'm yours. Sound good?"

“Sounds perfect.”

Park Seonghwa:

The two of you have been friends for a while. Most of your hangouts consisted of you hogging Seonghwa’s bed while he sat at his desk while he played legos.

Every once in a while you would show him a funny post. After a while, your mind started to wander. You found your eyes falling onto Seonghwa. He wasn’t paying attention to you, all of his focus was on the LEGO set taking up his whole desk. You had bought it for him not too long ago.

The cashier had asked you if the set was for you. Not bothering to lie, you told her they were for your friend. But was Seonghwa just your friend? Buying a boy a set of legos was practically marriage in this day and age!

…Were you and Seonghas a couple— or just friends? You didn't know for sure.

“What are we?" You broke the silence with your intense question.

You heard him chuckle at your question, “I don’t thing that’s up to just me, now is it?”

You were taken aback at his honesty, "well I don't know? Do you like me?"

"Of course,” His voice was as calm as ever while you felt your heartbeat slowly rise. “Do you like me?”

You hum, "sometimes.” You joke.

“Wha-!" He whips his chair around, fake betrayal painted on his beautiful features.

"I'm Kidding!" You smile at him.

Seonghwa crosses his arms across his chest, pouting cutely. "I take it back I don’t like you anymore."

Jeong Yunho:

[a/n 2.0: I use the terms pen and vape interchangeably but I’m talking abt a normal weed pen🤓]

You and Yunho were best friends.

All best friends have rituals, some may shop, or play videogames. But for you and your best friend, it was smoking weed in your room. Yunho wasn’t allowed to smoke at the dorm due to Seonghwa’s rules, he lucked out that his best friend had their own place.

You balanced all of your stacks on top of eachother. Slowly making your way to your bed where Yunho layed sprawled out. You dumped everything onto him before kicking off your slippers and moving him out of the way.

“You take up so much room, bro." You complain, taking out your pen and clicking it five times to turn it on. Before you could even take your first hit of the night, Yunho was taking the pen out of your hand and taking one long hit.

"Thanks babe," he throws the vape back into your general direction.

You groan and cursed at him under your breath, Flustered at the nickname. You were thankful for the dim lighting. Finally taking your first hit, you take a moment to take in Yunhos apperence.

His face bare, his sort black hair fell perfectiy over his forhead. The hood From his hoodie was pulled on, he looked beautiful, but when did he not?

Too busy staring, you forgot to exhale your puff, the burn becoming too much before you let out a nasty cough. Gasping dramatically you reach out to Yunho who nonchalantly opens a water bottle before putting up to your lips to drink.

"Thanks baby." You blow him a kiss, and he giggles softly. God he was perfect.

As the night went on, the two of you got higher, passing the pen back and forth. Maybe it was just the weed (definitely wasn’t), but your best friend was looking too hot for your own good.

Here the two of you were, shoulder to shoulder on your bed, Sharing snacks and drinks. Almost as if the two of you were a couple. More times than not you felt like a couple, how come the two of you hadn't had the conversation?

“What are we?” Your hand flies to slap over your mouth. It was too late, your didn't mean to say that out loud. “wait no-I didn't."

His laughter rung out in your otherise quiet bedroom. Yunho turns on his side to face you, you mirror him, “whatever we are, I wouldn’t ask for anything difterent.”

The two of you couldn’t keep serious at his cheesy line. Immediately breaking out in loud laughter, “Mr. Cool guy over here!!” You tease him, hiding your face against his chest to conceal your laughter.

Smiling ear to ear, his large hand wraps around your arm gently, pulling you back to look at him. "I just wanted to seem cool, you made me nervous!”

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang wasn’t the biggest fan of physical affection. But for some reason he can't fathom the thought of sleeping with out you in his arms. The two of you didnt live together, not technically.

That didnt stop the two of you from being in the same bed everynight. When you weren't together, he would text you to tell you he couldn’t sleep. Then the next day one of his roomates would text you about how grumpy your boyfriend was.

Wait- Boyfriend? No - Yeosang wasn't—was Yeosang your boyfriend?!

When you heard your front door open and close, your heart sunk. He had a hey, of course he did. What if he got out of work when you weren't home? Going back home to an empty bed was a big no for him.

You stayed on your bed anxiously, his footsteps grew louder as he approached your room.

“Hey, Yeosang. How was work?” You croak out timidly.

Letting his bag flop of his arm he furrows his eyebrows. "Yeosang?" He questions.

"That's your name last l checked,” you chuckle.

"Not to you? Is something wrong?"

You sigh and smile at him, “no Sangie, nothings wrong,” you try your best to reassure him, "Go shower quickly and come back. You’re all sweaty

“Okay..." He looks at you suspiciousy, not convinced your not mad.

One quick shower later and Yeosang was back in your room, excitedly making his way into his Side of your bed. You cursed yourself mentally for being so freaked out about something stupid it was freaking Yeosang out.

“Are you sure nothings wrong…?”

“What are we?” You blurt out, looking at the boy next to you. He looked stunning, his hair pushed away from his face, under his hair you could still see his birth mark.

"Whatever you’d like us to be, silly." He smiles gently.

You pause for a moment, somewhat surprised at how calmly he answered you. "So…boyfriend girlfriend?"

"That's fine by me, darling. But I’m tired so let’s sleep.”

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