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Member/s: Jaemin (NCT)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swear words

Words: 1439

You are taking care of a sick but annoying Jaemin ♡

"Honey, don't you think you've slept too much?"

As an answer, I only received a groan. It was 1 pm and Jaemin didn't move out of the bed since he went to sleep at 9 pm the night before. I made breakfast, he didn't want it. Then I was making lunch, hoping it would get him out of the bed. He did complain about feeling very tired and weak, so I let him sleep until now.

"Jaemin, please. It's 1 pm!", I said while walking to our bedroom. With plates in both of my hands, I pushed the door open with my hip, and I was greeted by a small hill of blankets on the bed. He had curled himself up in the middle of the bed, his whole body covered with the blanket. Only his hair was peeking from under the covers, making me smile at how cute the sight was. "I brought you food. Come on, get up."

I put the plates on the nightstand, then rushed to open the windows, letting the fresh air inside the room. Another muffled groan came from the blanket when the sun shined on it. "Close it.", he mumbled.

"No. Get up."

I tried pulling the covers from him, but his hands were firmly holding them in place. "No."

"Jaemin." I tried pulling again with more force, but ended up falling on the floor. "Ouch!"

The blanket hill was now sitting up straight, with a red face peeking above it. "Sorry.", he smiled. "I was cold. Still am."

I stood up and took the plates from the nightstand, then sat next to him. "I brought you soup." My hand was stretched out towards him, offering the warm plate. When he didn't accept it, I looked at him with a frown. Then I noticed.

His eyes were tired, his cheeks and nose red and his hair was sticking to his forehead, drenched in sweat. "My throat is itchy. I can't eat.", the boy in front of me complained. "I also have a runny nose. I can't even wipe it anymore, it burns."

My lips formed a pout at his words. His voice was raspy and he had difficulties in talking because of his throat. I set my plate aside and took his in both of my hands. "You caught a cold, baby. I know it hurts, but you need to drink some soup."

His head shook as a no and he quickly went under the blankets again. I couldn't help but role my eyes at him. My hand reached under the covers, playfully poking his sides. "Stop that!"

"Come out and I'll stop."

"No!"

"Oh yes you will."

"No!"

"Jaemin."

I kept poking him, receiving giggles from him. Then, he sat up abruptly, making me jump and spill the soup all over me and the bed. "Oh sh*t! I'm so sorry!"

Needless to say, it was hot. My hands were burning and I thanked myself for not being stupid and putting on a sweater today. "Just go to the kitchen and drink the soup, please." At that moment, I was fed up with his childish behaviour. I found it adorable sometimes, but he could also overdo it. He sent me another apologetic look and offered to help me change the bed sheets, but I refused to let him for two reasons: he was sick and childish. He wouldn't help, just joke and follow me as I did what I had to do.

Jaemin left the room with his head bowed and with a pout on his face. Just as he was about to open the door and I took off all the sheets, he rushed towards me and pushed me on the bed.

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry!", his hands were tightly wrapped around me as he buried his head into the crook of my neck. "I didn't mean to."

"Its okay. Get off me."

"But I'm sorry."

"Let's not do this again. You're gonna spill the other pla–"

"Achoo!"

My body froze as he sneezed into my sweater. The poor boy was sick and I was acting like an idiot towards him. People were often surprised at how we managed to stay together. He was stubborn, I was short tempered. But we loved to be in each others presence. It didn't matter how much we fought, we both couldn't live without each other. "Come on, let's warm you up and feed you."

With his hand in mine, I led him to the kitchen like a lost puppy. He patiently sat on the chair, watching my next step. I picked up a new bowl and spoon for myself and put it on the table.

"I'll be right back."

I picked up the blanket from the room, then rushed back into the kitchen and put it on Jaemin's back and shoulders. "Thank you, baby.", he sniffed. Moving his hair aside, I put my hand on his forehead. He was warm, but he was shivering. I pressed my lips on his cheek, then ruffled his hair.

"Come on, let's feed the baby."

***

After the soup war, my stubborn boyfriend finally managed to drink it and is now resting on the couch as I'm washing the dishes. "Will you join me here after you finish?"

I look over at him, only to find his pouty face looking back at me. With a smile on my face, I put the last plate next to the other washed ones and walked over towards him. "Move you butt, Jae."

His hand raised his blanket so I could curl up right next to him, which I did. His scent filled up my nostrils almost immediately. I loved the sweet smell of cinnamon. Strangely, he always smelled like Christmas. I allowed myself to bury my head into the crook of his neck, just like he did to me in the bedroom. "You're cute.", he laughed. His hands wrapped the blanket tightly around us and he pulled me close to him, his body warming up mine. "I'm not the only red one, huh?"

His hand softly landed on my cheek, his thumb gently caressing it. My eyes looked up to his sparkly ones and I brought my face closer to his, only for his index finger to press into my lips and stop me. "No kisses.", Jaemin whispered.

"What? Why?", I complained with a pout.

He sniffed again and laughed, then left a kiss on the other cheek. "Love, I'd love to kiss you, but I don't want it while I'm like this. Doesn't it disgust you?"

It didn't disgust me. I was just feeling bad for him because I knew how uncomfortable can an itchy throat be. "No. Give me my kiss."

"No."

Here we go again.

"Look, once I start feeling better I promise–"

Completely ignoring his words, I pressed my lips on his, catching him off guard. Both of my hands were resting on his warm pink cheeks, while his were still on my waist. I felt his grip get stronger as he finally started returning my kisses. His soft lips slowly moved against mine, making the butterflies in my stomach feel like firecrackers. Then, he pulled away and turned his head away from me. "Jaemin? What's wro–"

"Achoo!"

I smiled at the adorable sight in front of me. His hair had shot up from the sneeze in the cutest way, and his cheeks became puffy. He sniffed one more time, then turned his head back towards me. His lips mimicked mine and curved up into a smile. The nose was still red and irritated, I couldn't help myself but bring mine close to his and rub them against each other. It was a small thing, but I knew that he loved it when I did that.

"Baby?"

I hummed as a signal to keep talking, my eyes still on his red face.

"I'm sleepy."

As if he didn't sleep until now. "Not now, Rudolph. Let me love you."

"You can love me while I sleep. Good night.", his warm lips kissed my forehead and he turned his body towards the other side of the couch, making me face his back.

"Rude."

Member/s: Jongin(EXO)

Genre:NSFW, Vampire!Kai

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, NSFW content

Words: 2348

I made a little moodboard for this oneshot 😊

I could almost hear my blood flow through my veins as I moved through the dark hallways. I had taken my shoes off so I make less noise, so now I'm roaming the dark castle completely barefoot. An amateurish move, but that was the only thing I could think of. I stopped in my tracks when I felt a cold breeze on my left side.

My heart sunk in fear and I found myself gulping and getting ready to run. I was lost, so there was no way I was turning around: going forward was the only way. I had promised myself that if I got out alive, I'd kill my colleagues. I wasn't one of the best investigators like them, they had just transferred me last week to a higher level. They used me as a bait to see how safe the castle is.

When I felt the cold breeze on my right side, I dropped my sneakers on the floor and started running for life. He's here. He exists. And he may not be as merciful as his crazy fangirls describe him. I want to keep my blood inside me and my neck clean from any bites.

I sighed in relief when I found a stairway that led down to what seemed like the garden. Hopefully, it's not a graveyard. Just as my hand reached for the fence, a firm, cold hand grabbed my wrist and I found myself screaming uncontrollably. I closed my eyes almost shaking in fear. The cold breeze was everywhere around me and the hand was still on my wrist. Soon I feel the other one on my mouth, muffling my ear piercing screams.

"Quiet."

The voice was husky and made me obey him. Before I could say anything else, I felt a strong pain on the back of my head and I found myself falling into his cold arms.

***

I was awoken by a loud slamming that sounded like a window being shut. I could hear the wind, but I couldn't see anything. When I had troubles to open my eyes, I realised I was blindfolded. That son of a b*tch blindfolded me. I tried moving my arms, but they were tied by a soft, silky material. I couldn't feel any pain, so I guessed he hadn't done anything to me.

"Feeling comfortable?", the voice spoke.

"Untie me. Now.", I demanded.

"No.", I shivered as I felt a breath near my ear. "Who sent the little girl to a dangerous castle at night?"

"That's my job."

"Your job is to break into homes? What did you even plan to do, stupid girl? Go inside, check if I'm real, then quickly go outside? Maybe snap a few pictures?" The blindfold was roughly taken off of my eyes and I immediately closed them. I wasn't ready for whatever was in front of me. "You can't even look at me. I don't understand. Are you really stupid or did someone make you do this?"

"I'm not stupid. I'm just trying my best and-"

"Look at me.", the husky voice interrupted me. "Open your eyes, dolly. You came to play, now let's play. Open them."

He quickly went from playful to serious and it scared me to death. I was squirming on the soft mattress, as if I really had a way out of this. Then, I felt his cold fingers wrap around my neck and I gasped. That's it. I'm going to die.

"You smell very nice. You look enchanting, so ready to be my sweet treat. So ready to die."

For a second I thought I stopped breathing. His movements were slow and I knew I could expect anything from him. "No, please-"

"Quiet."

My soul almost left my body when I felt a warm, wet tongue brushing against my neck, from my collarbone to my jaw. I heard low humming as he pulled away and I finally allowed myself to open my eyes.

I was greeted with dark, red eyes and a smirk. I was laying on a big bed with red sheets and the man in front of me had both of his legs on my sides, trapping me between them. He was on his knees, his hands on the sides of my head. "Hello." I thought of screaming again, but it would just make him angry. Who knows where he'd tie me up next? A dungeon maybe?

My eyes were staring back at his as I tried to breathe as normal as I could. His body was almost pressing against mine, but he supported himself with his hands on the mattress. "Please, let me go.", I begged. The brown haired man smirked at my words and licked his lips slowly.

"I let go everyone who enters. It's no fun anymore, don't you think?", he whispered. His nose was almost touching mine and I could feel his soft hair brushing against my forehead. "I'm sorry to inform you, but you're staying here for now. I can't let go a prey like this. Unused. Fresh. Perfect."

I could almost feel my heart jumping out of my chest. This was too much for me. I could end up dead in a second, so I tried my best to be nice towards him. "What do you want from me?", I asked, trying to find a way to get out of here.

"I don't want anything from you, I want you. I want to use the best I can from you. It would be a tragedy to let you go, stupid girl."

I watched as he took the soft material in his hands again and put it back on my eyes. "What kind of sick games do you plan to play?"

"Do not worry. You're going to love it. But not now. Tomorrow, dolly."

The shadow above me disappeared, just like the coldness that followed him everywhere. "Where are you going?"

"Good night.", he didn't answer my question. The room went dark and the door shut behind him. And he left me there, on a big bed with soft sheets, tied up and blindfolded. It was going to be an amazing night.

***

I managed to fall asleep after what seemed like hours of squirming. The room was still dark, so I assumed he had kept his windows closed. I figured it was because of the fact that he was a vampire, but they had advanced and our recent studies showed that they aren't what they used to be. Except two things: manipulative and filthy rich. They kept their old way of living in castles and dressing in dark clothes. All I could see last night were his dark hair and dark red eyes. I couldn't find the strength to look away, his eyes were too mesmerizing. The bastard had locked me inside and God knew when he would let me go. If he ever planned on letting me go, of course.

I tried to free myself one more time, and to my surprise, my hands were untied. Hurriedly, I took off the blindfold from my eyes and gasped. The room was big, covered in paintings and wooden furniture. I was now sitting on a big bed, covered with black and red sheets. They were silky and soft and I had a feeling that I would slip on the floor any second.

"Good morning, little bird."

My head turned towards the door. He was slowly walking towards me with a smirk on his face. His lips were matching is red eyes and his hair was slicked up, a few strands falling in front of his eyes. "F*ck you.", I hissed at him. I couldn't find the strenght to move, so I just sat there, waiting for his next words.

"F*ck me? Is that what you want? I could make that wish come true."

His hand pressed against my chest and pushed me to lay back on the bed. I found myself in the same position as last night, with him above me again. "I-Is that blood?", I gulped staring down at the red liquid on his bottom lip. A laugh escapes his mouth and he slowly licks the remaining drops of blood from his lips.

"I guess I could say your colleagues were tasty.", he smirked.

I wasn't sad. That's what they deserved for letting the youngest one go. The way things went, I thought I might join them very soon. "So you had your breakfast. Why do you need me?" I couldn't help but admit that he was a big refreshing, compared to all the old vampires I've encountered until now. He was extremely good looking and his smirk, whether I liked it or not, shot me right in the stomach. I always pitied women who threw themselves on his kind, just because some of them were handsome and gave off a big dominant energy. But right now, I'm starting to question myself.

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun. I bet nobody ever pleased you they way they should have. Have you ever been pleased at all, dolly?", his hands reached towards the bedframe again and I mentally groaned when I saw the silk laces. I gulped as he took both of my hands and tied them up, completely leaving me in his hands again. "Have you?", he repeated.

"No.", I whispered. I had never been pleased by anyone, just myself a few times. It felt good, but my small hands couldn't do the perfect job.

"I will show you, little bird. As much as I want to watch your lips take in my c*ck, I think it's fair if I show you true pleasure this time. That's what you deserve after being trapped here all night, don't you think?"

I shivered as his cold fingers brushed against my skin while taking off my sweatshirt. He licked his lips one more time and looked at me. All my clothes were soon laying on the cold floor and all I could do was stare at him and his movements. I'd lie if I said that I didn't enjoy his next one: his hands unbuttoned his white, long sleeved shirt and revealed his muscular body. He rolled his sleeves up and placed his hands on my waist.

"Now, darling. I need to know how good I'm doing my job, alright? So you will say my name. Say it as loud as you want.", the brown haired boy brought his lips close to mine, almost touching them, "Kai. Say it."

His soft lips brushed against mine as he spoke, almost making me faint. "Kai.", I whispered into his mouth.

"Good girl."

His lips left mine and he pressed them on my neck. His tongue left a wet trace and he stopped when he reached my breasts. I let out a gasp when I felt a cold hand grabbing my breast, carefully playing with it, while the other one still layed on my waist. The pleasure was building up at the bottom of my stomach with every single movement he did on my breasts and I found myself sighing in pleasure. The pleasure stopped too soon. He brought his tongue back to my skin and left traces until he reached my lower stomach.

"Don't worry. You're going to beg for more.", as soon as he said that, Kai pressed his cold fingers on my warm sensitive skin, sliding them between my folds.

"Oh-"

"My name, little bird. Say my name.", he was enjoying every second of it. He kept rubbing my clit softly, earning quiet moans from me. "Or am I not doing a good job?"

His fingers sped up and now I found myself moaning louder, internally begging for more. The feeling was so much better than when I did it. He knew exactly what to do. "More, please.", I managed to beg.

I watched him as he lowered his head with a smirk and moved his fingers. He looked up at me once again, then spread my folds with his two fingers before sticking his tongue out. I tugged at the silk laces as he slowly licked me up and down, taking his time.

"Kai-", I breathed out and threw my head back. My body was completely relaxed in his hands and pleasure was starting to build up in my stomach again.

"Beautiful.", he whispered against my clit, then sped up his movements. His other hand joined his tongue, earning much louder moans and gasps from me. The ball of pleasure kept growing, and his tongue worked harder against me. Kai occasionally let out a few hums, pleased with my noises. "So wet and needy, stupid girl." At this point, I didn't mind him calling me that. It even made me whimper, causing him to laugh. The wet sounds he was making made everything hotter. I couldn't believe how good a person can feel. He looked so focused and pleased with his impact he had on me. "Come on, baby. Finish for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

He pulled away from me, but his fingers kept working. His pace got quicker and messier, showing no mercy to my sensitive clit. Luckily, my wetness made it easier for him to move and better for me to feel. Suddenly, a big wave of pleasure washed over my body. I let go of the laces gasping for air. My lips called out his name a few more times in a whisper.

"Good girl.", he repeated, untying my hands. My body was tired and helpless, so I just layed there in front of him, waiting for his next step. "If you wish to investigate again, I will be here. A rookie like you never gets enough of games like this."

Member/s: Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Namjoon (BTS)

Genre: soft/angst

Warnings: swear words

Words: 2133

"May I take your order?"

"Chocolate croissant and orange juice, please." I say, handing back the breakfast card to the waitress. "Namjoon?"

The man in front of me lifts his look from his card. "I will have blueberry pancakes, please." he gives back his card and smiles politely at the waitress. She smiles back at us and leaves with our orders. "I heard your little boyfriend is in town." he coughs.

"Little baldie is here?" I reply calmy, ignoring the fact that he calls him my boyfriend. He laughs and slaps his hands at my words. I know his laugh is coming from his heart when he does that.

"Why baldie?"

"Since he became a little famous on YouTube with his singing he behaves like a kpop idol; dyeing his hair 3 times a month." I roll my eyes and look over at the kitchen door, waiting for my meal to come out.

"So... He's behaving like me?" Namjoon raises his eyebrow.

"You can make fun of me but at the end of the day you are the ones that will end up bald." I can't help myself so I start laughing and he joins. "Also, he's not my boyfriend."

"If we ask you, of course he isn't." the brown haired boy looks towards the kitchen door too, ignoring my suspicious look. Then he takes his phone and starts texting someone.

"What do you mean if you ask me? Who else do you ask?" I know who, but I want to hear the words from someone else so I can be sure. But Namjoon pretends he doesn't hear me and continues to type on his phone. I look down on his screen trying to read the person's name. "Typing on the phone while you're with someone is considered rude, in case you didn't know."

I lean back in my chair and watch his face, waiting for a reaction. But he doesn't move anything except his fingers. Finally, I saw the waitress coming towards our table.

"I swear I'm gonna eat all your pancakes." he smirks and leaves his phone.

"If you do that, it will be your last meal." he says with a wink. The waitress put he croissants and orange juice in front of me, then the pancakes with a glass of water in front of Namjoon. Just as she was about to leave, he stops her. "One medium vegetable omelette and sausages too, please. Thank you."

I give him a confused look. "Don't you have to watch what you eat?" he looks at his pancakes, then at me, then back at his pancakes.

"What are you talking about? I am watching what I eat." he proceeds to stare at his plate. "And it looks delicious." as soon as he said that he stuffed his mouth with the blueberries first, then pancakes.

"You're so funny I forgot how to laugh. Sometimes I miss you when you have a busy schedule but I get tired of you real soon."

"Isn't she a delight?"

I turn around quickly as I feel a voice near my ear. "Holy sh*t!" I jump and the person laughs.

"Nice to see you again." the blonde haired boy said. Just two weeks ago he had blue hair and a different clothing style. "Hi, Namjoon."

"You made it! Unfortunately I'll have to go as soon as I finish this but you have your little girlfriend here." Seonghwa sits next to Namjoon on the opposite side of me and smiles. "You two enjoy. I ordered what you told me." so that is why Namjoon was on the phone the whole time.

The two of them start a small talk and I find myself staring at Seonghwa. His look changed, but his facial expressions and body language didn't. I know exactly how he reacts when he's surprised, angry, happy or sad. I know his eyes very well. Speaking of his eyes, I noticed him giving me a few quick glances. My boyfriend, says Namjoon. I can't wait to find out what that is about.

***

"Kids, it was nice seeing you, but Hoseok told me I have to leave soon to catch them on the bus." Namjoon takes his jacket and puts his sunglasses on. Then he does his little handshake with Seonghwa and hugs me. "Enjoy your meals!"

"How old do I have to be for you to stop calling me a kid?" the blonde boy complains.

"I don't know. All you can do is wait and find out." finally, he gets up and leaves the cafe. Now I'm left with one chocolate croissant, half glass of juice and a boyfriend. They say that based on your morning, that's how the rest of your day will be. Let's see.

"Hi." he speaks first. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if you were comfortable with me coming here. I know that you're not a big fan of me." I notice one of his movements when he's nervous: playing with his fingers and rings.

"Says who?" I can be rude towards him sometimes, roasting the h*ll out of him just to have a good laugh. But as time passes I realise that while I'm getting the laugher, he's getting the embarrassment and lower self-confidence. Today I will be the best I can. "Just because I make a few jokes sometimes that doesn't mean I can't stand you."

"I wouldn't say a few jokes..." he grabs the fork and starts picking the remaining vegetables on his plate, then continues. "Are you still working in the same place?"

I explain to him that our boss had a case in her family and gave all employees three days off. He nods his head at my words as a small sign that he understands. "What about you?" I finish the other croissant, together with the juice and lean back into my chair, ready to listen to him.

"I have a few days off too. Not because something happened to my boss, but because I accidentally set the studio on fire." he replies calmly. I stare at him wide eyed, waiting for him to laugh or at least say that he is joking. But when I see that he doesn't even look at me I realise he is serious.

"Even though I'm really curious about what happened, I have another question."

I decide to ask him about Namjoon's words. It is a joke, but there must be something that created it: a situation, or a person. Seonghwa finishes his plate as well and takes a sip of his water. Then I decide that we should rather take a walk. We've been too long in this place and I need fresh air. I will ask him about it outside.

***

It is a warm, sunny day, just like they said last night on TV. Seonghwa decided that a nearby park was a perfect place to sit and talk, and I agreed. So here we are, sitting on a wooden bench, listening to birds.

"Look, I wanted to ask you-"

"Namjoon told you, didn't he?" he interrupts me. As usually, he avoids to look at me and instead just looks around the park. I turn my body towards him, putting both of my legs on each side of the bench.

"He didn't tell me much. If you want, I can pretend that I don't know anything and you can say what you wanted instead of him." I try to speak as calm as I can. With his hands in his pockets and his lip under his teeth, he still refuses to look at me. I never saw how pretty his side profile is. He truly looks like an idol: with his clear skin, sharp jaw, almost perfect face proportions.

Finally, he sighs and turns his head towards me and catches me staring. "I think I have feelings for you." he goes straight to the point. My mouth suddenly gets dry and I try to think of my next words, but when he sees that I'm trying to speak, he puts his hand up as a sign to stop. "Let me finish. Believe me when I say that I have no clue when this started, and how it started. You always made fun of me and my dreams, but I laughed with you. You always refused to go out with me anywhere, and when you did go out with me, suddenly a third person would join. In case you didn't notice, I found a job in a studio on the other side of the city, just to be far from you. That way I could help both of us, but it didn't work. I still have no f*cking idea how I fell for a person like you, but I'm-"

"A person like me?" I raise my eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" the blonde haired boy laughs at my words, making me even angrier.

"From all of the things I said, that's what you decide to ask me? Yes, a person like you. A mean person. A person that would embarrass anyone just to give the crowd a good laugh, even if it meant breaking the person. You know what? Forget it. I'm going back to the hole which I came from and I'll continue working hard on my stupid and impossible dreams, as you say. I don't even know what I expected from you." with those words, he gets up from the bench, not giving me a single look. Then he starts walking away. It takes me a few moments to replay all of his words in my head, and I get mad at myself for getting mad at him. He has every right to be like this, but one thing I still can't understand.

"Hey, idiot!" I slap myself mentally. Was it hard to call him by his name? It stayed as a habit, I guess. As expected, Seonghwa doesn't turn around, so I'm forced to run towards him. I grab his arm and stand in front of him, thinking of my next words. A sorry is all I can say. His gaze is killing me. From the look on his face I can see that he is remembering all the moments I let him down. I've never felt more ashamed and bad. He laughs sarcastically again and keeps walking. "No, please! You have no idea how sorry I am. All I wanted was to fit in I didn't even think about-"

"That's the thing. You didn't even think." he interrupts me for the second time today. "I hope you feel at least a little bit like I felt most of the time."

He's trying to look angry, but every few seconds his gaze softens. I used a boy with dreams to impress people I didn't even know. As a result, I broke him.

"But still, my mind and my heart are so tired and broken that I still wish to grab you and kiss you right here, hoping that you won't push me away." the words leave his mouth as a soft whisper. My hand is still holding his arm and I can't seem to let go.

All the words he said to me made me see him in a different light. I always saw him as that guy with good grades, but too big dreams, as the guy who could take all the jokes and even make jokes about himself. But right now, in front of me stood a grown up man, confessing everything so bravely. And his wish became true; I did feel a bit like he did. Humiliated and ashamed, but ashamed of my behaviour, not my dreams.

As we stood like that in the middle of the park, I didn't notice that he closed the gap between our bodies and gently removed my hand from his arm. "I really want to kiss you." he admits and waits for a response.

"How can you kiss a person like me?" my eyes are slowly starting to get teary as I keep replaying all his words in my head. He doesn't respond to that. Instead, he grabs my face gently with both his hands and presses his soft lips on mine. I close my eyes with a sigh and allow myself to return every kiss he gives me. I melt into his touch and find myself asking for more. After a few very short kisses, he pulls away.

Member/s: Hongjoong (ATEEZ)

Genre: smut

Warnings: swear words, 18+ content

Words: 2100

The rain is pouring outside so hard tonight and the room is lighting up every few minutes, followed by a sound I hate. It wouldn't be a big problem if I wasn't alone. He said he'd be home before midnight and I fell asleep long ago, but woke up because of the thunder.

With my head still on the pillow I grab the phone from the nightstand to check the time. The numbers on the screen are telling me that he lied. Under the numbers stood a message. A message from his friend.

He drank a bit, please be careful with him. The conversation didn't go as planned.

I remember when I used to do that to my mother. Now I understand how she felt: worried and tired of waiting. Just as I close my eyes to continue sleeping, I hear the sound of the familiar keys and the door closing. After that, I hear the sound of liquid being poured into a glass, followed by loud gulps. I open my eyes and see the faint light coming from the kitchen. He never came home drunk and this is my first time that I'll have to deal with it. He has every right to be like this. It was a great opportunity for his company and he poured his mind and heart into the presentation of the idea.

The lights turned off in the kitchen, signaling that he is coming towards the bedroom. I get up slowly and I start to pick my words carefully. He reaches for the lamp on his nightstand and now I can finally see him. The word worried is pasted all over my face as I stare at his pale face and dark circles around his eyes. Finally, he sits down on the bed, turning his back towards me.

"Hongjoong?" I try to speak, but my throat is suddenly dry. He doesn't move. Instead, he lazily starts loosing up his tie and unbuttons his white shirt. I watch as he starts takes off his shirt, leaving me to stare at his back. "Hongjoong." I try one more time. He sighs and puts his shirt back so it rests on his shoulders, not buttoning it up again. Then, he burries his face into his hands and sighs one more time.

As much as I'd love to take off that white shirt and just stare at him, I know he needs me and lots of support. "I had one job." his raspy voice finally speaks. "One f*cking job. And what did I do? I chickened out like a six-year-old like I have to sing a Christmas song to mommy and daddy." the brown haired boy slowly started letting out all the anger he was forced to hold inside in front of his partners. "I blew my first opportunity. After this, I doubt I'll get any more."

I try to speak, but he interrupts me by roughly taking his tie off and throwing it on the floor. His small design company was supposed to get big after tonight's meeting and he was supposed to be the happiest man alive. He loves designing, he loves leaving his signatures on clothes and he loves seeing those clothes on other people. A few models with his jackets and t-shirts on Instagram and a few good feedbacks was all he needed. Not fame, just appreciation.

"F*cking idiot." Hongjoong is the scariest when he is calm because I know something is building up inside of him. I'm just waiting for the moment he will snap. He turns his head towards me aggressively, his eyes staring into mine. At that moment a bright blue light lights up his face for a few seconds, making me gasp and move back on the bed. His gaze softens and he gets up to close the windows I was too scared to even touch. "Still can't close the windows when it thunders?" I can feel a faint smile on his as he asks me.

"Yes, " I answer and turn on my lamp on too, so I don't see the room light up, "you know I always make you close them."

"You do, and I think it's adorable." the slightly drunk man comes towards my side of the bed and sits on the mattress, reaching for my cheek to caress it with his thumb. "But I don't need adorable tonight." his hand drops down on my neck and his fingers find the two spots under my jaw, pressing them softly. A sigh leaves my lips as I watch him get closer and feel his fingers get tighter around my neck. "Do I need your permission to destroy you tonight?"

I don't answer. Instead, I grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. His lips taste like wine and in combination with his grip on my neck, it's making me dizzy and warm. The blanket soon ends up on the floor and he lays down over my body. His hand leaves my neck for a few seconds, but after two clicks, it returns to its previous position. The lights are now off and now I can't see him. I can only feel him and hear him. My lips are slowly sucking his, and my tongue occasionally brushes against his. I know it drives him crazy when I suck his lips so much that they become plump and red.

"Just a second, baby." the brown haired man pulls away and starts taking his shirt off, but I stop him. "What is it?" again, instead of answering, I pull him back down and continue kissing him. His hands are now on my waist and they're going up towards my breasts. I never wear bras at night and, judging by the smirk on his face before even touching my skin, he knows that. The room lights up again and for a sweet second I see his plump lips and messy hair right in front of me. "I know you are scared. But I promise it will feel so good that every time it thunders in the future, you'll get wet because of memories of this night."

His warm hands take off his shirt which I always wore to sleep, then my short pajamas. "Please keep those clothes on." I beg. Hongjoong looks and is dominant anyhow, but the suit pants and the white shirt are just a bonus to that. He laughs at my words. "Please?" I ask one more time.

"Of course." his hands brush over my breasts and sensitive areas, making me gasp in pleasure. "I would really like to take my time with you and touch you slowly, but I would also like to bury my cock deep into you and make you suck on my fingers." with those words, his fingers slide down towards my panties and instead of taking them off, he pulls them aside and stops. "But a little teasing never killed anyone, right?" his lips slowly brush down my body: from my lips, down my neck, between my breasts and across my stomach. He skips the place I hoped would be next and continues leaving kisses on my inner thighs, his fingers going up and down against my legs, as if trying to warm me up. "You know, you always complain that you can't wear heels. Or that you can't stand too close to me in public because you are taller than me. But, my babygirl, your long beautiful legs are what make you special. And believe me, it's a pleasure to have them wrapped around my waist or over my shoulders as I make you scream."

I hear a wet sound, as if his tongue is licking something, but I don't feel anything. Just as I reach to turn on the lamp, the lightning lights up his face and I moan at the sight. His tongue is going around his two fingers and he smirks at me. He proceeds to make his fingers wet for a few more seconds, and finally, slides them between my folds. I gasp in pleasure and immediately reach for his hair so I can pull it. "F*ck." I whisper.

His movements are slow but harsh and I feel like I could explode any second. I put my legs over his shoulders and pull his hair as his fingers slide between my folds quicker. Then, the brown haired man stops and I hear the sound of the belt, followed by the zipper. "Open your mouth, sweetie." I listen to him and open my mouth, expecting his warm cock. But instead, he puts his fingers in my mouth and tells me to suck them. "I think you are wet enough for both of us. What do you say?"

I want to answer, but I get interrupted with a strong thrust into me. "F*ck!" I can't help but yell.

"Does it hurt?" the room lights up a bit longer this time and I see that he kept his clothes on, just like I asked him. His cock is pulled out through the zipper and his shirt is still sitting on his shoulders, revealing his chest and stomach only. "Does it hurt, babygirl? Should I stop?" there's no concern in his voice, only teasing.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." his movements are now quick and rough. My wetness is allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly and I wish I could see his face right now. The only sounds I hear are wet sounds, loud sighs and moans and the sound of our skins clapping."Joong-"

"Yes, baby?" he slows down. "Are you feeling good? Is the thunder scaring my lovely babygirl?"

The mixture of fear and pleasure made my body feel excited and even more sensitive than it already is. "N-no." I manage to say between my moans. I finally get the courage and strength to turn on the lamp on our side of the bed.

The sight was truly perfect. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest, the veins on his hands popped up as he held my hips tightly, his lips were red and his hair was messy and drenched in sweat. It seemed like that was enough for me to orgasm. He let go of my hips and moved my legs off his shoulders and put them on the mattress so he could get closer to me and press his lips against mine. His fingers found their way to my clit, speeding up the process.

Finally, I allow myself to close my eyes and completely relax into his arms. The brown haired man speeds up again, matching the pace of his fingers on my clit. "I'm really close, Joong." I feel the room light up a few more times and I feel Hongjoongs tongue brush against mine.

"Just a bit more, sweetie. Come on."

I open my eyes again and look at him. He doesn't have his eyes closed. Instead, he's looking at my face, pleased with the reactions he's getting. "I don't think I can-" I get interrupted by a loud sound of the thunder. The fear rushes up my spine again, but Hongjoong makes sure to quickly replace it with pleasure. "Please..."

He throws his head back in pleasure and slows down one more time. "S*it, baby. F*ck that feels amazing."

The room is filled with his sighs and quiet moans and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. The pleasure is building up inside of me and I decide to let go. I grab his shoulders tightly and bite into my hand, trying to keep myself from moaning loudly.

"No. Don't do that." Hongjoong moves my hand away from my mouth and holds it firmly against the mattress above my head. "Moan for me. I want to hear you. I need to hear you." his voice is breathy and deeper than usual. "Help me cum, sweetheart. Help daddy cum."

The minute the word daddy leaves his mouth, I let out one last moan and feel a big wave of pleasure go through my body. A few more swear words leave his mouth before he cums too, collapsing right next to me."F*cking h*ll, baby."

"Agreed." I reply with a laugh. I stay in that position for a few moments so I can calm down. I feel Hongjoong move next to me and I look over at him. His hand reaches towards my face to move my hair from it. "What are you smiling at?"

"Just wondering..."

"What?"

Member/s: Wooyoung (ATEEZ)

Genre: soft

Warnings: swear words

Words: 2043

Before reading, I want you to know that I don't use any names or Y/n's because I know many people don't really insert their names, they read it as Yin 😂 I also write in first person pov because I think it's easier to read and imagine yourself in that situation

Beads of sweat slowly rolled down my forehead as I pulled out a piece of paper from my sleeve. I knew that the exam would be hard, but I wasn't expecting it to be this detailed. Thank God my friend made me write it all on a small piece of paper. At least I will get a positive grade. Of course he made me do it, he passed the school with those. Thankfully, he didn't go to medicine school. If I ever ended up on his surgery table, I would die.

Three more minutes until the end and one more question unanswered. The teacher noticed me shifting in my seat, but she knew I always get good grades. She finally stopped looking at me and gave her attention to a group of boys trying to switch their papers. I glanced one more time at the piece of paper and put it back in my sleeve. Just as I finished the answer, the bell rang. Half of the class groaned, probably because they didn't manage to finish in time. I took my backpack and left the paper with my name on the main table.

"Good job! Honestly, your exams are always my favorite to grade. I'm really happy to have a student like you."

"Thank you, Mrs Johnson. See you on Monday."

Once I got outside I noticed the sky already getting dark. It was just 5 pm and winter was already doing it's job; the roads were wet and slippery from mixed rain and snow and it must've been under 0 Celsius. Usually I walk home because it's not far away, but my school uniform, rain and cold weather didn't go well together. I was just about to call my roommate when I felt car lights on me, followed by a familiar voice.

"I think quicker than you do." Wooyoung smiled as he opened the door. "Get in please I don't want to spend the next week taking care of an annoyingly picky roommate. I have plans to get drunk and do something stupid."

"You do stupid things anyway without drinking. So save the money and the time. And oh, save me from embarrassment." I get in the car sticking my tongue out at him. "Did you cook anything? I'm starving."

"No, of course. I slept the whole day." I look at him, hoping to see a smile on his face that would give me a sign that he's joking. "Don't look at me like that, I was tired from the night shift. I'll take you to McDonald's." he drove out of the school parking.

"I don't want trash, Wooyoung. I want food." I groaned. He told me that he would try cooking something, but it's been a week and he didn't do anything. "Please buy some pasta and tomato sauce I'll make something."

"Honestly, I really don't feel like waiting. And McDonald's is f**king awesome!" his hand reached out to turn on the radio. "How can you not love the little purple box full of 12 golden beauties?"

It did sound good, but we haven't eaten any "real" food for a month and my stomach started to ache. Living with Wooyoung has its bad and good sides, the bad sides mainly being his laziness and stubbornness. Speaking of stubbornness, of course he took the left turn towards McDonald's.

"What do you want?"

"What a polite way to ask me. You've loosened up I see." I frown at him. He rolls his eyes dramatically and turns towards me with his whole body.

"Your Highness, what do you wish to consume today?"

"That's just too much."

"What the h*ll do you want? I'm taking 3 burgers and fries and you aren't touching them." the brown haired boy points his finger towards my face. I squint my eyes at him, then bite his finger. "Crazy woman."

"Hello, may I take your order?"

"Hello, yes. I'd like a..."

***

"Is this place good enough for the Queen?" Wooyoung spoke with his mouth full of fries and ketchup. We sat on the roof of his car on a parking lot near a river. The place is good enough for the Queen.

"Eat before you speak, what's wrong with you?" I laugh at him, seeing that he spilled the ketchup on his t-shirt. "No girl will want you like this."

"To be honest I'm not interested right now." he replied immediately.

I'd lie if I said that my heart didn't sink a bit. Whoever said that boys and girls can't be friends was right. One side always catches feelings, big or small. In my case, I believe it's a small crush. He's the only boy I hang out with, so that must be why.

"Why?" I allow myself to ask.

"I had a little crush on a girl but I had to give it up." he kept stuffing his mouth with food, trying to avoid the conversation.

"And...?" I look at him expecting more. But he keeps his mouth shut and folds the paper of the burgers in his hands.

"Are you thirsty?" Wooyoung offers a can of soda, still looking at his fingers.

"Yes, thank you." he opens the can for me, first taking a sip himself, then giving the green beverage to me. I drink the whole can almost immediately.

"You could've said earlier that you were thirsty, I had water in the car." his tone visibly changed. He sounded more serious now, as if he just wanted to go home and lock himself in the room. "Want another one?" he reaches for another can.

"I think I have one more sip here." I throw my head back trying to drink every single drop of the refreshing juice. I slowly started to lean back, forgetting that I'm not in the chair but on the roof of the car. "Sh*t!" I curse as I almost fall on the rocky floor.

"Hey!" Wooyoung quickly reacts and grabs my hands, pulling me towards him. All the empty cans rolled down on the floor, making loud noises. "You good?" he asks, eyes on my face.

His hands felt so warm around mine. I really didn't want to let go. "I'm good." I pull away, trying to get down to collect the cans.

"Leave the d*mn cans there. You almost fell down. Do you see those rocks down there? What if you hit your head? What would I do?"

"I'd pay to get your car cleaned from my blood, Wooyoung." I laugh, but when I notice that his face didn't change, my smile drops. "What's wrong? Why isn't it funny when I say something like this?"

"Behind all these jokes you have to understand that you are very important to me and I have a soft spot for you. If anything happened to you my life would stop. I'm a serious man behind all my sarcastic jokes. Please watch yourself, because I can't do it all the time. It takes a second to turn a peaceful situation into a disaster."

I stare at him with my mouth a little open. I'm surprised at his words, I never heard him talk like this. I manage to say a sorry, turning my head away from him.

After a few seconds of silence, which seemed like hours, he got down and picked up all the cans, then offered me his hand. "Be careful." I put my hand in his, slowly getting down on the floor. "What dumbass even puts these rocks on the parking lot?" he picks up a few of them and pushes them away, leaving the bigger and heavier ones where they were.

"I think because they don't want someone else to have the spot." I watch as he tries to move a few more rocks. "Leave it, you're gonna hurt yourself. Let's just go back home, please?"

"Alright." he leaves the rocks and opens the door for me. Then he proceeds to enter the car himself. "But just for the record, I could've moved those rocks." his lips curved in a small smile. He can't help himself.

***

It suddenly became quiet in the house. Wooyoung layed on the sofa, watching the TV, and I sat on the floor behind the coffee table with my back leaning on the sofa.

"I'm a bit disappointed that we didn't take any photos." I pouted, scrolling down my Instagram feed. He didn't respond. I kept quiet for a few more minutes, then broke the silence again. "Do you think you could pick me up tomorrow from school again?" again, no answer.

I turn around towards him and see that his eyes are closed. He fell asleep while watching the TV. I took a blanket from my room and layed next to him under it. It's not my first time napping with him, but most of the time he refuses. He says that he is a kicker in his sleep and that he doesn't want to hurt me.

The sofa in our living room is quite small so I have to basically lay on Wooyoung. Just as I close my eyes, I feel his hand around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. Now my head was on his chest and I was surrounded by his scent and warmth. This must be what heaven feels like. Usually when we sleep like this together, it takes us a few hours to fall asleep. Mainly because he can't stop making jokes and I can't stop laughing. But this is different. It's calm. It's beautiful.

I couldn't tell if he was asleep or just pretending. He held me close and rubbed my back slowly. "Wooyoung?" I tried calling.

"Hm?" he responds sleepily.

"Are you okay?" I look up at him. His eye are still closed, but his fingers are still drawing tiny patterns on my waist and back.

"Mhm." again, I receive a short answer. When I try to move and give him some space so he can sleep peacefully, he opens his eyes to look at me. "Please don't move. I want to sleep like this." one of his hands moved my hair from both of our faces. "Please?" he asked, almost whispering.

I have never witnessed this side of Wooyoung. His voice was different, his movements were different, his eyes were different. This is the Wooyoung I wanted for myself, but couldn't have him. It took me a few longer seconds to realise that we are staring at each other, doing nothing but breathing quietly. Once his hot breath fell on my lips I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh. Right now, I hoped for one thing to happen.

"Why can't I have you like this every day?" his soft voice whispered. I try to speak, but as soon as I move my lips, I feel something soft brushing against them. My breath stops and I force myself to open my eyes. He's looking down at my lips as if thinking if the next step is smart to do. I allow myself a moment of bravery and I put my hands on his chest, getting closer to him. "F**k it." he mutters, finally putting his hands on my cheeks and pressing his lips against mine.

His lips must've been the softest thing to exist on this planet. I tried to move, but my body was frozen. I couldn't do anything, just lay and enjoy the softness and the warmth of his lips. He pulled away for a second, trying to say something, but when he didn't succeed, he went back to the older position. Then, again, he pulls away.

"You are so sweet. You taste like I always imagined." the red cheeked boy whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.

"More, please." I manage to say. My lips and throat are dry, my mind is going crazy, and my stomach is witnessing fireworks. Wooyoung smiles, still not letting go of my cheeks. "Please." I get impatient.