All In - Mingi X Reader (NSFW)

All In - Mingi x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Summary: A night of drunken debauchery with your best friend in Las Vegas leads to something you never could imagine.

Genre and warnings: smut. one shot. fem pronouns for reader. best friends to lovers. size kink. drunken consensual sex. drinking. dirty talk. unprotected sex. oral sex. fluff.

Word count: 9,541.

Tag list: @obligatoryidolblog

Author’s Note: I wrote this weeks ago and am only getting around to posting it now, whoops. Some suspension of disbelief is needed in this fic in regards to needing a marriage license lol. Also, thank you to @fallinfllower for allowing me to spam her with a lot of Mingi photos as I worked on this.

This fic is not meant to represent Mingi in any way, shape or form.

               8:35 pm

               “Why are you walking like that?”

               “Like what?”

               “Like you have a fish in your pants,” Mingi says before bursting into laughter.

               You grab a pillow off the bed and throw it at him, “Hey! That’s my sultry walk.”

               He is still laughing, “Your sultry walk looks like you’re a drunk as hell divorced 45-year-old mother of two trying to seduce someone.”

               You place your hands against your chest as if wounded, “Really, Mingi, do you have to be so cutting?”

               “You just never wear high heels.” He points out.

               You gesture around the room, “We’re in Vegas. We are about to go get shit faced drunk in a fancy club. I have to wear heels.”

               Mingi is still laughing as you pop back into the bathroom to make sure everything is in place. Tonight is about celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday and having never been in Las Vegas before you were taking the party seriously.

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Best friend!Ateez asks randomly starts up the question game and it takes a turn

Came up with this idea last night while I was driving home from work at 1am. Welcome to the brain decay I could up with late at night.

(Most of these questions are actual answers my besties answered. They book in Jongho is REALLY good if you like Mafia romances and violence LOL)

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Taglist: @life-is-glorious @mxnsxngie

♡ 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖 "ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤" ♡

♡ Mature Content! Minors DNI! Warnings below the break ♡

♡ Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!ateez x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: A nice, calm, wholesome movie night with your boyfriends except I lied and nothing but absolute filth happens.

♡ Genre: smut with a sprinkle, a smidge, a barely visible flake of plot

♡ Word Count: 3.6k-ish

♡ Warnings: (issa lot happening so pls lmk if I miss anything) masturbation (f), use of toys (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), anal penetration & eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know not to do that irl!), creampies, edging, double vaginal penetration, things get rough, scratching, gagging, pet names (good girl, bad girl, slut, le usual)

♡ A/N: I wrote this with the intention of writing this soft, romantic piece but my mind got lost in the gutter and built a home there so here we are. Thanks to @anyamaris for supporting me in my nonsense as she always does.

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Even with the air conditioner on, a wave of heat washes over you. Two fingers---your fingers---press firmly against your clit. You know your body better than anyone in this room. Every flick of your wrist makes your walls clench around the vibrator Hongjoong’s fucking you with. The ultra-soft silicone curves to rest its flat tip directly on your g spot. He keeps it at medium speed, the low hum of the toy a hypnotizing instrumental to the weakened moans leaving your lips. “You’re so beautiful” he whispers, delicately kissing your thigh. And you are.

Lying in the middle of your living room floor on a pile of the fluffiest pillows, you’re the prettiest thing any of them have ever seen. The plan had been to watch a movie. Horror---comedy---who cares? How could they watch anything but you? Legs spread wide. Pussy weeping, begging you to keep going just like that. Your panties, moist beyond measure, are looped around your ankle. The tight plaid mini skirt you wear is pushed up, not denying them a bit of your plush belly. Your nipples are two, tightly beaded indentations in your black crop top. They brush against the cotton each time your chest rises, turning you on even more.

It’s getting harder to play with your clit. Your muscles are tensing like a rubber band stretched near its breaking point. Your wrists are going limp. Your legs are shaking, causing your thighs to jiggle so deliciously that Hongjoong can’t resist nibbling at them. What he loves, what gets him off the most, is simply to watch you make a mess of yourself. “Mmm, Joongie. I’m gonna cum---” you gasp, arching against the pillows. Hongjoong’s laugh is nearly undetectable but you hear it, oozing lust. He’s happy with himself and with you. Pulling the soaked vibrator from your core, he pushes three fingers into you.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my fingers.” Hongjoong moves your hand away from your clit, wrapping his lips around it in a small O shape. Your arms fall above your head, your head turning to catch Yunho staring at you from the couch. Yunho looks spaced out. It’s as if his mind is off somewhere far away but that couldn’t be further from the truth. His mind is on you and no one else. It's fixated on the way your eyelids flutter when Hongjoong suckles at your clit. It’s committing to memory that sweet little smile you shoot him right before you lose control of your body. 

Hongjoong’s been edging you for an hour all for this moment when he can finger you hard and fast, tonguing your clit as pleasure rips through your body. You’re grabbing at nothing---at anything---to ground yourself but it’s no use. “Hongjoong. Fuck” you whine, struggling to find your breath, “I can’t. Too much. Too---fuck.” Wooyoung rises from his spot on the recliner to kneel above your head. “Let me help” he coos, kissing you on the forehead. His fragrant sable locks dance around your cheeks like curtains, shutting out the rest of the world.

Smooth hands massage their way up your arms, loosening your muscles as they tighten. Fingers press into your shoulders---tickle your collarbone---traverse the arches of your breasts to circle your nipples. Woo slips your shirt up, laying his hands flat on your breasts. He kneads them, pinching your nipples in his palms. “Woo---” you moan, “Joongie---ah.” You mindlessly writhe beneath them. Hongjoong’s knuckles are grinding against your slit. His fingers---they’re so deep---spreading you open even wider. 

Woo smiles down at you and there’s something so genuine about it because it is. “He’s right---” he says, “You’re so beautiful.” Woo drags his tongue across your lips just as Hongjoong’s tongue swirls between your pussy lips. There’s an audible squelching sound when his fingers pop out of you, the suction of your walls holding onto him for dear life too relentless to let him go quietly. Hongjoong gets up on his knees, sucking at his fingers, and admires the way you’re still clenching for him. He’d edge you more---keep you like this all night---but he knows he has to share.

With one last kiss which he plants on your lower belly, he leaves you in Woo’s capable hands. Woo reaches over you to run a finger across your slit and you giggle at how much it tickles. When he leans forward you get a clear view of how hard he is and catch yourself salivating. You bring a hand up to rub against his bulge. A groan emerges from somewhere deep within him, “Bad girl.” Still a tad loopy from your orgasm, you fumble your way up onto your knees. “But you love it, don’t you?” you tease, your hand reaching down to rub against him again.

Woo nibbles at his bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, tucking a rogue strand behind his ear, “Up.” One word spoken in the singsong voice of an angel such as yourself has him up on his feet without question. Just as you reach for Woo’s zipper, strong arms grab you from behind, locking you in their embrace. “Choi San!” you gasp, admiring that dimpled grin of his, “I’m kinda trying to focus here---” San kisses down your neck, dipping one hand between your thighs.

His other hand cradles your chin, fingers pinching into your cheeks, and turns your head back towards Woo where a throbbing cock, arousal moistening the tip, waits for you. “Then focus---” San says, lightly squeezing your cheeks. You let your tongue fall free, resting it on the underside of Woo’s cock. Rolling it around his sensitive tip, you collect the warm salty liquid on your tongue. San lets go of your cheeks, giving you the room to bring your hand up and grip Woo’s base. You glance up at him and he’s already fixed on you. They stay that way as your fingertips trace the veins traveling up his shaft, stroking back to his base and starting all over again.

San raises your ass enough to slip his cock between your thighs. Somehow he’s even harder than Woo and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You wanna fuck me, Sannie?” “Hmm, is that how we ask?” he growls into your neck, grinding against you. Poking your ass out, you lay your head back onto his shoulder, “I want you to fuck my tight little cunt, Sannie. Please.” San grips you by the hips, sinking into you with zero patience. A vibrator has nothing on San’s cock. Woo tangles his fingers in your hair, sliding his thickness between your lips.

Bobbing your head back and forth, you suck your cheeks in---fan them out---mimicking the exact thing your pussy’s doing to San’s cock. It’s a flawlessly choreographed dance between the three of you. San bucking his hips, feeding you every inch. You rolling back against him, taking him like a--- “Pretty little slut---” San’s panting, the slobber dripping down your chin from sucking Woo off making you look like exactly that. Woo holding your head steady while you pump his glistening length, your hand and mouth working together to put his stomach in knots.

With Woo stuffing your cheeks, your screams are muffled when San picks up his pace. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he says, slapping you on the ass. “Mmpphh” is all you can manage, Woo’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Woo and San bounce you back and forth, whispering praises that have you back on the edge in no time. Your hips stutter, cluing San in that you’re close, and his pace becomes unforgiving. Woo scoops up one of your breasts, pinching your nipples, feeling their weight in his hand. “Don’t stop---shit---y/n. So good. Don’t---” Woo twitches between your lips, pumping his seed directly down your throat.

Never one to be wasteful you drink him down, massaging his balls with your free hand. “Fuck---pussy’s so good y/n---gonna cum” San hisses and you’re cumming again. He cums with you, ropes of white painting your insides from the other end. Woo leans forward, kissing your puffy lips, “I’ll get you some water.” “And a popsicle please.” Woo and San look at each other---back at you---at each other---back at you. San straightens out your skirt, “What for?” Your gaze dances over to Seonghwa and the two of you immediately begin to blush. “We---uh---” Seonghwa stutters, “Don’t worry about it.”

Yeosang politely moves Woo and San away from you. “Excuse me. Sorry” he apologizes, moving between them to sweep you up into his arms, “We’ll get the water.” It’s not that you don’t know Yeosang can pick you up but every time he does you melt. Yeosang carries you toward the kitchen and Seonghwa’s right behind him. “And the uh---yeah.” Jongho hops up to follow them, pushing through San and Woo with zero of the politeness Yeosang offered. “Thanks though” he grins, patting Woo on the shoulder, “But not really.” 

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“Oh my---that’s---that” you gasp, pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoy the sensation. Seonghwa bending you over your dresser and swirling a popsicle in your asshole wasn’t on your 2023 bingo board but he has you wondering why it never was. The chill of the popsicle is calming in a way. You were overheating for a bit there but now? You feel tingly all over. With the popsicle melted and your thighs coated in drips of sticky, strawberry syrup, Seonghwa goes to work licking it off of you. His long tongue trails up your left thigh---down your right thigh. It comes back up to your ass, nibbling at the plush cheeks and making you squeal. He stays there for a second kissing them, massaging them, tickling them with the tip of his tongue.

“Hwa---mmph” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he tongues your candy-coated asshole. Imagine having an itch. Not just any itch. One of those itches that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. One of those itches that refuse to be ignored. But you can’t reach it. No matter how hard you try, your arms just aren’t reaching until---oh god---you finally do. You scratch it and it’s so good that your legs could give out. Nothing, not a single thing, compares to how uniquely amazing that feels. That’s what it feels like to have Seonghwa making figure eights in your ass like his tongue's a professional figure skater.

While you’re bent over seeing stars, he maintains a shaky hold on his cock. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, in sync with yours. “Fuck, you taste so good” he mumbles, fully prepared to smother himself if it means tasting as much of you as possible. You hear a moan you’ve heard a dozen times before. Seonghwa tries to suppress them when he cums even though you wish he wouldn’t. Usually, he hates being messy but his cum has already glazed over his hand and the afterglow is heaven. “Fuck it,” he says to himself, falling across the bed. Spinning around you come face to face with Jongho. “Hey ya cutie” you beam, poking his cheeks.

Sometimes people say that he’s scary, mean even, but when you look at him all you see is your cuddly bear. You drape your arms over his shoulders for support, “Your turn?” Jongho effortlessly lifts you onto the dresser, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it. And he has. “My turn.” He presses the head of his cock against your clit and there they are again. The hot flashes. That thin layer of perspiration on your skin. Jongho grabs your arms, pinning them behind you, and drives into you. “You’re still so wet.” “Not still” you whisper, “This is just for you.” Jongho thrusts into you and you’re full again, his cock much thicker than you remember.

Your exhausted muscles can hardly hold up to being fucked this hard but you don’t have to worry about that. In his arms, you don’t have to worry about anything besides feeling good. He could keep you steady all night if Yeosang weren’t snatching you away, tossing you on the bed. “Yeosang!” you shout, sliding back on the bed, “You can’t just throw people around like that!” Yeosang climbs on top of you, pushing your shirt up, “I can’t?” He brushes a thumb across one of your nipples, lapping at the other as his fingers massage your breast. “You can---shit---do it again” you surrender between shallow breaths.

Yeosang slips into you, his cock pulsing in time with each rise of his hips. His defined arms slip beneath your body, hands locking just behind your back. When he flips you over on top of him, it’s like your whole world’s been turned on its side. He bounces you up and down in his lap, the tremors traveling far behind your core. Just as he picks up a rhythm Jongho tears you away from him, propping you up against the wall. You’d make some smartass comment about Jongho not being good at sharing. If only there were time enough for that.

His arms are already tucked behind your knees, supporting your weight as he fucks you against the wall. “You’re such an addictive little slut, you know that?” he says, and your heart flutters. You just love when he sweet-talks you. The angle he has you at is perfect for stimulating your g spot. He’s bumping right up against it and you’re clamped down around him, as addicted to him as he is to you. “Can I borrow this?” Yeosang asks, peeling you away from Jongho and tossing you back onto the bed. 

This time you’re on your knees. All fours is simply out of the question with how completely destroyed you are. “Are you just gonna toss me around all night?” you whine, burying your face in the blankets. Seonghwa lays his head beside yours, nuzzling up to you. “Of course not” he assures you, his voice warm and comforting, “I won’t throw you around when I have you. A light roll maybe---” 

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“Pirates! Cowboys! Biker gangs!” you mumble incoherently, jolting awake. Shaking off those incredibly strange dreams, you realize that you’re still in bed. Judging from how dark it is in your room, it’s well past midnight. You must’ve fallen asleep after what your aching muscles are telling you was a wrestling match with a bear. A barely awake Yunho tightens his arm around you from behind, “Cowboys? I’ll do anything for you but I am not putting on a cowboy costume.” “I will,” Mingi yawns, cuddling up closer to you from the other side, “I get nice boots. Probably a cool jacket. Ooh, some guns---”

“There are no guns!” you interrupt, “When did you two even get in here?” Yunho shrugs, “A few hours ago. You never came downstairs and we missed you.” The “we” he’s referring to is obvious when you notice how hard he is against your back. “You fell asleep on us” Mingi pouts, a hand running up your thigh to squeeze your ass. You drape a leg around his waist, smooching him on the nose, “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” Mingi pouts even more, knowing how soft you go for him when he does this. “That! You guys are both being so---” “So?” Yunho asks, his long fingers reaching between your legs to stroke your pussy. 

You shiver at the contact. Having Yunho behind you, his cock pressing into the small of your back, his fingers teasing you, makes your heart race. Mingi spreads your thighs, giving Yunho more than enough room to curl his fingers into you. “Finish what you were saying.” “I---uh---” “Uh---uh” Mingi mocks, petting your cheek. You move to playfully slap him but he grabs you by the wrist, kissing you before you can even consider trying anything else. Yunho eases a third finger into your core, “You like it when I play with your little cunt, don’t you?” “Mm-hmm” you hum, lidded eyes glossing over.

Yunho stays focused on tapping your sweet spot while Mingi hypnotizes you with his lips. Mingi has you so drugged, so completely entranced, that you don’t even notice when one of Yunho’s fingers is replaced with his. It’s not until there are four of them inside of you, two of Mingi’s and two of Yunho’s that you feel the difference. Feel the intensity of the stretch. “I think she likes it” Mingi grins, rubbing his thumb against your clit. Yunho follows suit, slipping a thumb into your ass. “Fuck---yes---Yunie---Mingi---mmm!” you cry out, so overstimulated that your eyes begin to water. 

They grind into you harder, forcing out screams louder than any you’ve made tonight. “Please---inside of me---wanna feel you. Both of you” you whine, so lost in how badly you want them that you don’t realize what you’re asking. Mingi slides his hand out, smearing your juices between your folds, “Aah, she’s adventurous tonight. You sure you can handle that?” “I-I can. Ah, shit. I need it.” Yunho spreads his fingers in a V, rolling them around inside of you, stretching you from every angle. Mingi brings the head of his cock to splash in the juices leaking from your needy core and Yunho pulls out of you, focusing instead on freeing himself from his pants.

For a fleeting moment, it occurs to you how fucking insane you are. Mingi and Yunho at the same time? It’s not only the thickness, it’s the length. You wonder if you have a death wish. Mingi guides himself into you, only the first inch, sending shockwaves through your system. If this is how you die, you figure, at least you’ll die happy. Yunho spits into his palm, moistening his length before he brings it to meet your already occupied slit. Mingi slides in another inch or two, keeping his cock flush against the roof of your walls. Yunho raises himself into you, taking his time to watch for any signs that you’re uncomfortable, “Let us know if it’s too much, okay?” You make a little squeak to acknowledge how nice it feels to be protected, even when he’s in the process of tearing you in half.

He begins to slide up into you, pausing to let Mingi push in a little more, then taking his turn again. It’s a toe-curling, lip-biting back and forth to get them both inside of you. Once they are, you're falling apart, screaming, digging your nails into Mingi’s arm. Pulling his shirt up over his head, he gathers the material and shoves it in your mouth. “We don’t want them to think we’re killing you.” You’re so full, stretched beyond your limit, that only one of them can fuck into you at once. There’s no room for anything---or anyone---else. You belong to them. “You’re always worth waiting for but shit” Mingi grunts, his length throbbing, as much as it can given the space.

There’s moisture on your cheeks. You’re crying. Not from pain. No. That initial sting gave way to pleasure once they were both finally inside of you. You’re crying, drenched in your own tears, because parts of you are shifting that you didn’t even know could. Every stroke has your ears ringing, your heart in your stomach. You feel heavy and weightless all at once. The darkness of the room swallows you while somehow managing to be blindingly bright. There’s an explosion somewhere inside, releasing the building pressure. You’re at your peak again, legs kicking like you’re dangling high up. It hits you hard. So hard that you’re not breathing. Breathe, girl, breathe!

Just as you catch your breath and think that you’re maybe---maybe---coming down, Yunho's filling you up like a donut. Mingi pulls out, tapping his head against your clit as warm cum sprays against you. Correction: Filling you up like a glazed donut. The three of you collapse, unable to do much else besides make a series of broken noises. “Hmph mmm mm hmph,” you say? Scream? Mumble? Mingi throws his arm across his chest, understanding your incoherent huffs, and takes the shirt out of your mouth. You pat him lovingly on the head, “Thanks.” 

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Readjusting yourself on the toilet, you rub the partially melted popsicle between your legs. This is nowhere near sexual in nature. You’re just in desperate need of relief from how sore you are after the day’s events. “Aah, yup, that’s the spot” you sigh, “Seonghwa really was onto something.” “Was I?” Seonghwa asks, rubbing his eyes. You jump a bit, startled by his sudden appearance in the doorway. Seonghwa stretches, dragging his feet into the bathroom.

As adorable as he is in his pajamas, his hair a complete mess, seeing him right now isn’t ideal. He shakes off the sleep, taking his time to process what’s going on. “Is that a---” “Ssh, if you tell anyone---” Seonghwa’s cheeks turn rosy, a smile spreading across his face. He takes you by the hand, bringing you to your feet, “Come on.” “Hwa, hold on, do you think? I wasn’t--no. No!” You reach back to drop the popsicle in the sink but Hwa pulls you along. “Hold onto that.”

Ateez with a s/o who has a kid from a previous relationship

As always from a black female writer-

Requested by @pinkeagle

No warnings, this is very cute 😭 I literally love writing things involving kids. The layout for this is kinda different than usual but I hope yall enjoy!

In general I feel like all of the members would love the child as their own. As we've seen Ateez loves kids and in the case of your kid that would be no different.

This man was already trying to put a baby in you, but getting to watch first hand how you are with your child just makes him want to try even harder. It probably did take him a little while to get adjusted to having to watch as you co-parented with your former partner, but if you're okay then he's happy. He just wants to make sure you and your child have everything you need. Now if the child's other parent isn't active in their life then he just steps up 10x harder. He believes every child should have 2 parents who are happy together and is more than willing to give that to your child.

Hongjoong, Yunho, San

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That is no longer your child! The way he acts with your baby would make people think he was their biological father. Like I said in my soft thoughts with Ateez headcanons post, the members are glued to your side and thats how your child is with them. That's their best friend. He buys them whatever they want all they have to do is ask. I guarantee he's spent more money on your child than he does himself.

Seongwha, Mingi, Wooyoung

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He has a pretty normal relationship with your child. Depending on when he came into your child's life, he is just another parental figure. It did at first take him some time to connect with your child considering of course theyre not biologicaly his, but once him and your child were comfortable around each other he was just like another parent to them. Hes at every school event, every doctors appointment. He won't admit it but he's more worried about your child than you are. He just wants the best for them and to see them grow into an amazing human being. His interactions with your first born makes him further want to grow you guys family.

Jongho, Yeosang

just play along

pairing : choi san x fem!reader

warnings : creepy guy follows reader, mention of a knife, pet names (babe, love), let me know if i missed anything!

word count : 1182

author's note : first writing post yall 🫣

by the time you finally step outside of the quiet twenty-four-hour cafe, it’s 10:23 pm and the sun had set hours ago. you mumble curses to yourself for forgetting your charger at home, throwing your now dead phone somewhere into your bag. 

you look up to the dark sky and sigh. before worry could cloud your thoughts, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting the cool night air run over your face before opening your eyes. my apartment is barely even a thirty-minute walk from here, you attempt to reassure yourself, i’ll be fine. 

quickly, you find yourself proven wrong. not even five minutes into your trek back home, you notice a looming figure behind you. not wanting to assume the worst, you keep walking, hoping they’ll leave soon. however, after the third left turn that they take along with you, you’re able to discern that this isn’t just some person on their way home, they’re following you.  

you take a quick glance behind you, attempting to remain calm and nonchalant as you try to get a feel for your stalker. your heart sinks as you take in the man’s tall and broad form. you snap your head forward and contemplate running, eventually deciding to try and play it cool, or at least as cool as possible. 

you speed up your steps a little and listen in terror as the footsteps behind you begin speeding up as well. panic washes over you as you take in the empty streets around you. there’d be no one around to help you if his man caught up with you, you realize. you don’t even have mace or a pocket knife with you. despite all the advice you’d been given to never leave home without some sort of weapon, especially when out after dark, you hadn’t expected your study session to run for so long. 

in a moment of clarity, you decide that you don’t want to lead this guy back to your apartment, so you take a few extra turns to ensure that he doesn't find out where you live. just as soon as you’re about to start re-debating whether or not you should start sprinting, a neon sign across the street from you catches your attention. a-z convenience, it reads. relief floods through your veins, momentarily pushing the panic out of the way as you veer into the street to cross it. 

the bell of the door jingles lightly as you push it open, quietly responding to the half-hearted greeting the young cashier gives you. you make your way down a random aisle, hoping to gain a few moments to catch your breath when you hear the door ding open again not even thirty seconds after. you take a look back to the front counter, and seeing the cashier pay more attention to the phone in front of him than anything else, you quickly decide that he wouldn’t be much help and push deeper into the store to find someone else. 

you almost miss the man in the candy aisle with the way you’re speeding through the rows. you let out an audible sigh when you set eyes upon a tall man in sweatpants and a t-shirt. you can see his well-defined arm muscles pretty clearly from where you are, and you determine that he’d be perect to shake off your stalker. as you make you way up to him, you pray silently to whoever’s listening that he isn’t a dick and will help you out.

you take one last deep breath before directing your voice to the man who’d been comparing the same two candies since you fist saw him.

“there you are babe, i was looking all over for you.” you let a calm smile slip over your face as you hook your arm with his, looking up at his face. you briefly notice how attractive he is before shaking away your thoughts and lowering your voice into a hushed whisper for only him to hear, “just play along,” you request. 

he seems to understand your situation immediately, falling perfectly into his newfound role. the surprise on his face quickly flits away as he responds, “i’m sorry, love. just let me buy these and we can be on our way.” he puts both packages into his shopping basket and starts to lead the two of you out of the aisle, keeping your arm tightly locked with his. 

as you make your way to the cashier, he leans down to your ear, keeping his tone hushed, and asks, “are you alright, miss?”

you quickly nod and whisper back, “some guy was following me home and i just needed someone to get him to leave me alone.” he nods in understanding and quietly introduces himself as san, reaching the counter and setting his basket atop it. the cashier begins ringing him up, and as you’re about to give him your name, the same man who’d been following you steps out from an aisle, random bag of chips in hand, and steps into line behind you. 

it’s not hard for san to notice your discomfort as the man waits in the line behind you, and he easily assumes that this is the man who was following you. so once the cashier is finished scanning all of his items, san takes his bag and utters a “have a good night” before unhooking his arm from yours and laying it over your shoulders, sending a dark glare to your pursuer. he leads the two of you out of the store and towards his car.

“would it be okay if i give you a ride home?” he asks once you reach the vehicle.

“please, if you don’t mind. my name is y/n by the way,” you reply. as he opens the passenger door, san smiles at you and you feel your face getting hot. you had noticed his beauty inside the convenience store, but that hadn’t been your main focus at the time. now that you were able to really look at his features, you noticed that he had a very nice smile, and you were glad it was diected at you.

“what a pretty name. it suits you,” he tells you. you’re hardly able to get out a thank you as you get into his car. he closes the door and makes his way around the front and into the driver’s seat. he starts the car and leaves the small parking lot of the shop, offering a charger for the phone he had (correctly) assumed was dead. after plugging in your phone, you allow yourself to relax in the seat, shoulders slumpng tiredly as the days events catch up to you.

the ride to your apartment is quick, and when san pulls in front of your building, you look at him with a smile. “would you mind giving me your number so that i can take you for lunch as a proper thank you?”

he beams at the question and once again you feel your stomach begin doing flips. 

“i’d like that.”

author's note : literally bully me in the comments if this was bad you guys 🚶🏾‼️

Reacting to best friend!Ateez thirst traps

Warnings : swearing, suggestive, Ateez do be too hot 🥵

A/N : A special gift to mommy and baby 😘 love you both so so so much 💕

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

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