⚠️ This oneshot contains smut, if you are a minor or uncomfortable with that genre please skip!  Also this involves the Ateez members being cisswapped ⚠️

Yeosang liked to think of herself as the perfect little housewife.

After she married her husband she had quit her job to be a full time stay at home wife. Her husband made well enough money to support them and then some, there was no need for her to work, words quoted by him. Yeosang was fine with that. She kept the house tidy, and every night when her husband came home from work she always had a homemade meal ready to eat. And because of her husband's wealth could afford things she never dreamed of.

There was just one problem: Yeosang's husband was a lying, cheating bastard. With his assistant of all people! One would think that when she discovered this fact upon returning home early from one of her weekly girl's day out with her friends she would be furious, barging in the bedroom demanding he leave and take his side chick with him. But she didn't. Yeosang simply left the house, going to one of Jongho's homes and returning at the normal time and finding her husband dressed, on the couch watching TV. He welcomed Yeosang home with a loving smile that she returned as she sat on the couch to cuddle with him.

This was fine, she was telling herself. It's not like she actually loved him or anything.

Nobody outside of her friend group knew of her secret; that she actually loved women. It was a secret she kept even in her early teen years from her family due to how her parents were, and to appease them married a man. Hell there was even talk between herself and him of trying for their first child when his work hours let up, thank god he was too busy with 'work' for either of them to consider trying just yet.

"So you just found him fucking some other chick?" Wooyoung's eyes widened, setting her coffee cup down and placing her hands on the table. Yeosang nodded, crossing her legs while picking up her own coffee. Usually their outings consisted of all eight of them going out together, but today it was just herself, Wooyoung and San. Hongjoong and Seonghwa weren't attending as Hongjoong was visiting her family. Naturally her wife went with. Yunho and Mingi were both stuck at work and couldn't make it, and Jongho was back at her apartment working on a class project.

"Mhmm. Not just any chick. His assistant! That's why I went to Jongho's place, if she told you."

"Well what are you going to do?" San was next to speak.

Yeosang shrugged. "For now nothing. I'm pretending that everything is completely fine." She motioned to the multitude of bags that laid by her feet. "While also slowly milking him of his money. Maybe after my birthday I'll leave him." She placed her elbow on the table, chin resting on her palm.

"You know how he always went big on those. I was hinting at a trip out of the country a few months ago." She giggled, "Maybe I can convince him to buy a couple more tickets. Of course I've got to bring my girls with me."

"Ooh, I wonder where we'll go." Wooyoung reached into her purch, to pull out her little mirror to check on her makeup to make sure nothing had smudged while she sipped at her coffee. "Remember when he took you to Paris that one year? I wish I could have gone, the pictures the two of you posted look amazing. I was jealous!"

"You weren't exactly missing much." Yeosang uncrossed her legs, flattening out her skirt that began riding up her bare legs and didn't want to accidentally flash the others in the café. "Almost every night we spent in bed was absolutely awful. Had to fake all those orgasms just to make him think he did a good job." The memory just had her scrunching up her face. "Or really any time we have sex, I don't think that man even knows where my clit is. I bet he doesn't even know where her's is either. Yet he has the audacity to think he's got it to be cheating, that poor girl. I almost pity her." Wooyoung was giggling behind her coffee cup while she was shaking her head. Before the conversation could move on though, San had spoken right up.

"I can show you how to actually have an orgasm, if you'd let me~" She spoke with a pur in her voice, leaving Yeosang to squirm a bit in her spot.

Yeosang had always had a crush on the younger woman, probably ever since their later years in high school, but had always kept that secret to herself, both not wanting the risk of her family finding out and of the possibility of ruining years of a close friendship. She wasn't willing to mess all that up.

Yeosang cleared her throat, even attempting to hide the fact that her whole face had gone red by excusing herself to the bathroom and splashing it with cold water (Thank god for waterproof makeup) . She took a couple of deep breaths before patting her face dry with a paper towel and returning to her friends at the table.

"I probably should get going." She said while bending down to pick up her items from the floor. "Even if he's a son of a bitch I still have to prepare him dinner. I'll talk to him, maybe sweeten him up to convince him to let me bring all of you with me." With a wink, she bid her goodbyes and had left the café to drive herself back home. Though she could have sworn as she left she caught San's eyes on her...

"Darling?" Yeosang heard the voice of her husband echoing in the halls. Huh, she didn't even hear his car pulling up. Then again she had her music turned up while she was in the kitchen. Wiping her hands on her apron, she stepped back and just as she exited the large kitchen, leading into the dining area and to the living room she spotted her husband. When she was noticed, he smiled in direction and after taking off his blazer to hang up and walk up to Yeosang, hugging her one handed while kissing her on both cheeks.

"Hi honey." She gave the sweetest smile she could, holding her husband's hand while he was working at taking off his shoes. "Dinner is just about finished. Go on and wash up and I'll have a plate ready for you in just a second."

"Sounds perfect." With a light pat to her shoulder, Yeosang was left in the living room as her husband trudged up the stairs, most likely to change out of his work attire and maybe get a quick shower in. Being alone, she dropped her smile and scoffed, returning to the kitchen to do what she said she would.

As promised, when her husband returned from a shower Yeosang had set up the table ready for the two of them, and sat next to his right like she always did.

But while she was cutting into her chicken she spoke up. "Honey, you know how you always do something extra special for me on my birthday?" A little hum came out of his lips to signal that he was listening to Yeosang, even if he wasn't looking at her. "Well," She set her knife and fork down and turned to him, "Could we maybe bring my friends along? Pretty please?"

That caught his attention. He set his own silverware down and turned his head to look at Yeosang, not looking too entertained by her begging. "I don't know. I was hoping it could be a nice little romantic getaway between the two of us." Yeosang fought back the gag that wanted to escape her lips. "I been working all these extra hours lately, but now that I have some free time maybe during this trip is finally time for us to start on our family." He reached over, placing one hand on top of Yeosang's that were placed on the table. He squeezed it, and Yeosang looked down at them, biting her lip.

"Oh but it would mean the world to me to have all of my favorite people with me." She furrowed her own brows to give off a pleading look, taking his hand with both of her's. "Besides, you'd have me all to yourself at night~ Maybe there's a way I can convince you?"

He knew where this was leading. He grinned, already standing from his chair and gently tugging Yeosang up to her feet. "Is there now? Well, let's see."

Yeosang sat up in the bed, the limp arm that was once securely wrapped around her bare waist simply fell onto the covers. Looking to her knocked out husband. He was a pretty deep sleeper, the loud snores that came out of him made it so. Seriously, how did she ever get any sleep in the same bed as him all these years? Crawling out of the bed she walked bare naked into the bathroom connected into the master bedroom and retrieved her favorite light rose silk robe. (Wooyoung had bought it for her as a gag gift for her bridal shower party with Bad Bitch embroidered on the back of it. Ironically enough it ended up being her favorite present).

Tying it around her waist she left the bathroom and bedroom, going down the stairs, her bare feet making minimal noise across the marble flooring of her home as she entered the kitchen. The lights flickered to life when she flipped their switch and opened one of the cabinets, grabbing one of the wine glasses then had crouched to open another cabinet, grabbing her favorite bottle of wine. Shepoured herself a glass, though when she went to lean against the counter and take her first sip there was a knock on the door.

"Now who in the hell—" Casting her eyes at the clock on the microwave she furrowed her brows. Who in the hell would come to visit them at one in the morning? Quite annoyed by this sudden guest, Yeosang sat her glass down and made her way out of the kitchen, all the way to the living room. By then there had been another knock.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Sheesh!" Unlocking the door she swung it open. Finding San on the other end, hand raised to knock yet again but froze when the door had suddenly opened. Her eyes widened taking Yeosang's appearance as her hand fell to her side.

"Sannie? What are you doing here so late?"

Out of a little habit Yeoang always noticed she did, she began to play with the ends of her hair. San, like a lot of them always experimented with different styles and colors. Currently she was rocking part of her head shaved, hair a natural black except for her ends, which were dyed red. In Yeosang's opinion it was one of her best looks (But when you like someone all the styles they experiment with is the best).

"Sorry. I just— I really needed to talk to you, I know you're usually up a little later. Can I come in?" Nodding, Yeosang stepped to the side and allowed her friend entry, shutting the door after San had taken off her slippers.

"I was just about to start drinking some wine, do you want a glass?" When San nodded she led her towards the kitchen, letting her have the glass she had filled for herself, instead getting another one and filled that u. Now with San's company they drank their wine, Yeosang back leaning against the kitchen counter with San on the opposite side.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" Yeosang spoke after a long moment of silence, reaching for the bottle only for San to stop her and pick the bottle up, filling Yeosang's cup back up for her with a little 'thanks' coming from the older.

"Right. That— Um." San's eyes flickered from Yeosang's curious ones down to Yeosang's chest, which was mostly exposed thanks to the robe she wore but had caught herself staring and adverted her eyes into another direction. "I actually didn't think I'd go through with this. I half expected myself to change my mind and go back home but I'm pretty sure Wooyoung locked our front door when I said I was coming over so I might as well just get it out already—" San stopped herself before she could continue with her rambling, taking her wine glass to down what had been left and while she was refilling it back up had continued.

"Your husband is a piece of shit. We all know he wasn't the greatest guy but after you told us that he was cheating on you it actually pissed me off. I know you never particularly cared about the marriage because you're actually a lesbian but still, for him to cheat on someone as amazing and beautiful as you is beyond me. I ought to run into your bedroom and chokeslam him." Yeosang's cheeks flared up in another blush, quickly looking into another direction but San's hand had gripped them, moving her head so she would be looking back into her direction.

"What I said back at the café, I meant them. These last few years you devoted yourself to sticking with him, even if your needs weren't met. I want to be the one to make you feel satisfied, to make you cum as many times as you wish until you're sated." The bold words weren't something that she was expecting and that just made her blush grow darker. She pressed her thighs together and with a clear of her throat, reached up and grabbed San's wrist.

"I. Uhm. I think you've had just a little bit too much wine." She was trying to rationalize San's boldness to being wine drunk.

"No— Yeosang fuck the wine. I've thought this way for years whenever you talk about your marriage with the girls when we go out." San had slowly leaned closer, leaning over the counter and whatever power San had on her, Yeosang found herself leaning in too, using the tips of her toes just to meet San in the middle, faces now a mere inch apart. She could even feel San's face tickling across her skin.

"Sangie, will you let me? Please?" With her begging now, how could she say no? All she had to do was give San a nod, and her chin was softly grabbed by San's fingers, lips dancing lightly over her own before plunging in for a heated kiss. It quite literally knocked the air out of Yeosang's lungs. Wine completely forgotten, San rounded the countertop to kiss Yeosang properly, her hands reaching around and lifting up the robe ( But with how short it was it wasn't an issue ) and gripped Yeosang's thighs. Her lower lip had been gently bitten by San as she pulled from the kiss. she was lifted up, placed against the counter and San had shoved herself in between her legs. San reached for the knot at the middle of her waist and with a simple tug it had loosened up, her robe now falling down her shoulders, pooling around her and leaving her bare in front of San.

The cool air conditioned air hitting her now bare breasts made her gasp, especially when San was now gripping each one with her hands, massaging them and letting her fingers graze over her nipples until they erected from the attention they received. "I've waited so, so long for this." San breathed out before her lips connected to Yeosang's neck. Sadly no marks could be made there, but that didn't mean anything a shirt could hide couldn't be made. San's lips went down from her neck to her chest, letting go of one of her breasts so she could gently bite down on the flesh, leaving a faint mark just next to her nipple before pulling away and instead placing them right on it. Yeosang squirmed from that, San's tongue swirling around the erect bud before she began to suck. With the other not getting any attention like that San made up by massaging it, even gently pinching the bud and leaving Yeosang twitching under the hold.

Yeosang couldn't help herself, she took one of her hands, tips of her own fingertips trailing down her navel then continued south. With her legs open touching her own clit made it easy, and it only took a few gentle strokes to made herself moan and bury her face into San's hair. The noises she made alerted San who had lifted her head just a little bit, lips leaving her nipple and leaving a chill. "Don't." She whispered, gently taking Yeosang's hand away and leaving herself whining from lack of contact. "I want to be the one that pleasures you fully." Whispering into Yeosang's ear San had replaced the hand that was one pleasuring herself with her own, fingers circling and even lightly flicking against Yeosang's clit which had the poor girl leaning back until her back hit against the cold surface of the counter, arching as San leaned over and pressed wet kisses along Yeosang's torso.

"I've always dreamed of eating you out like this, spread out on a kitchen counter," San stared, her breath ghosting around Yeosang's inner thigh. "But I think it'd be better if we go somewhere not so.. Open? Unless you want your husband finding you right here, getting your pussy eaten out until you're seeing stars?" God Yeosang felt a dizzying amount of arousal, almost moaning and clenching when she felt San's fingers just barely brushing over her wet hole.

"Let's go into one of the guest rooms." San had suddenly pulled back, leaving Yeosang panting there. But once her head was more clear she nodded and sat up. She hopped off the counter, making sure to grab her robe and taking San's hand to lead her up the stairs. Though in her hurry to just get into the first available room she failed to notice the one she went in was quite literally next door to where her husband currently was. She just didn't care. She shut the door behind them and made sure it was locked in the small chance he did wake up and followed San to the bed. The moment she sat down, San crawled on top of her and pushed her until her back hit the mattress, lips connecting to her's again in a more sloppy kiss than their first one. Yeosang's arms instinctively wrapped around San's neck, one of her legs hiking up and wrapping around San's clothed waist. With each kiss the two were giggling against each other, one of hand's hands groping Yeosang's breast and the other her ass, kneading its flesh before giving it a light smack.

With her strength, San pushed Yeosang up until she was resting against the small mountain of sorted pillows, and leaned back to drink in the sight before her. Yeosang leaned back, panting and legs spread, pussy out on display for San's enjoyment. San lifted her hand and tugged off the hairband she always kept around her wrist, using that to tie her hair back to keep it out of the way before she fell forward onto her stomach. Her breath ghosted across her and left the tiniest shiver to run up her spine. San placed her hands onto Yeosang's inner thighs to keep them spread before she plunged right down. She ran her tongue along Yeosang's clit, the older instinctively reaching and grabbing onto San's hair, already messing the ponytail up while one of her legs went around her shoulder.

For as long as she had been with her husband never once had he gone down on her like this, most of their intimate moments were often more for his own pleasure, never once was her own ever a priority for him. Well screw him.

"Gh— Sannie— oh!"

Being stimulated for this long wasn't something Yeosang was so used to that when the urge to cum came it had hit her so fast she didn't realize what to expect. She held San's hair in a bruising grip while basically grinding herself down on San's tongue to ride out her orgasm, and when the wave of pleasure had vanished, she relaxed her grip and let go.

San lifted her head up, lips and chin glistening from Yeosang's arousal. The look of lust hung heavy in her eyes as she went to move their positions so she would be the one on the bed, Yeosang hovering above her. "Sit."

"Wh- Wha-?" A bit dazed she looked down at San, eyes wide while San just grinned up at her. Not responding, she just hooked her arms around Yeosang's thighs and pulled her down until Yeosang was sat directly on top of her, a surprised squeak coming out of her. She wasn't able to pull back and ask if she was okay, because San kept her grip on her to keep her in place as she went back to eating Yeosang out, this time darting out her tongue to thrust it inside of Yeosang, letting her nose grind against Yeosang's clit by moving Yeosang for her until she started to move herself. Although being gentle at first as she grinded down on San's face, she placed her hands up on the wall in front of her to keep herself grounded, biting harshly as her lower lip to keep her noises to a minimum. Her nails dug into the white paint on the wall as another orgasm smacked her.

Too inverse into her own pleasure she grinded hard onto San's face, she didn't even notice until a gentle pat was placed on her thigh. She opened her eyes, gasping a little and was quick to lift herself up from San's face, who took in a breath the second she did. "S-Sannie I'm sorry—"

She tried to apologize, feeling bad for suffocating the younger but it was blatently ignored, bites and kisses to her thighs were given aa she was shoved back onto the bed, and San was back on top of her to give her another kiss which she happily returned. The faint taste of herself on San had her shutterinf, clenching around the fingers San started to insert. "Two orgasms just from my tongue in I wanna say.. fifteen minutes?" San spoke, her thumb rubbing against her now swollen clit while she began to finger her, free hand lifting up as if she was going to look ag a watch, but her wrist was bare.. "Guess that's a new record for you?"

Yeosang buried her face into San's clothed shoulder, honestly she had completely forgotten that San during all this was still dressed fully. Before San could bring her into another orgasm she had grabbed onto her shoulders, stopping San and finally lifted her head up to look at her.

"W-Wanna pleasure.. you too." She spoke in between each pant, and San giggled.

"Do you now?" Smirking, she pulled her fingers out of Yeosang and scooted away from the older. Yeosang watched as she stripped herself of her clothes until she was bare like herself. Yeosang took in the sight, her eyes landing down to her chest, both nipples pierced (She still remembered the conversation starter to those; San and Wooyoung decided on a drunken whim to both get their nipples pierced together and was sent photos to their group chat. Seonghwa scolded them the following day for their recklessness) .

"Here, I have an idea." And that idea had Yeosang laying on her side, head shoved in between San's thighs and San in Yeosang's, fingers thrusting inside of her again while her tongue focused all on her clit again. Yeosang had never eaten anyone out, and had only ever given her husband a couple of blowjobs during the course of their marriage but always hated it because of her horrible gag reflex. So she decided to try and mimic San's moves, tongue out to circle around San's clit and her arm wrapped around her thigh to push her fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her until San's thighs were quaking in pleasure.

Yeosang could feel another orgasm about to hit, and from the way San's hips had thrusted and twitched with every flick of her wrist she was close as well. They continued until both had seemingly came at the same time. She pulled her fingers out, completely spent as she rested her head against San's thighs. Assumingly they were done, she went to pull back but San had gripped her waist with her free hand. Slowly moved onto her back, San hovering above her, she looked down at Yeosang. "Can you give me one more?"

Yeosang had already came three times, her body was exhausted but it was the pleading look San was giving her that got her nodding, curse her weakness for San. This made her smile, San sitting in between her thighs and gave her calf a light kiss then pushed her fingers back into Yeosang, hand set in a moderate pace, tips of her fingers pressing continuously against Yeosang's g-spot. It was clear she was set on something, flicking her wrist into different angles but hitting the same spot all the same. Yeosang started writing under San's intense gaze. The familiar feeling of an orgasm quickly approached, but this time it was different.

The way she began to whine and moan, needing to shove her face into a pillow to muffle her sounds as San moved her hand even faster. The feeling was bordering overwhelming. She almost told San to stop until it had quite literally smacked her. Screaming into her pillow, Yeosang came so hard her vision had blurred, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she squirted right onto San's hand, soaking it and the covers below her. She swore she blacked out for a moment, too lost into the pleasure as San continued moving her hand, each brush of her g-spot just mlking more and more out of her. It wasn't until she had squirted again did San finally stop, pulling her soaked fingers out of Yeosang's abused cunt and lifting her hand up, mouth open to lick the mess Yeosang made on her then looked at the soaked blanket.

At the moment that wasn't any of her concern though, she moved from her spot in between Yeosang's legs and laid herself next to Yeosang, arms comforting around her and rubbing up her sweaty sides until she finally came down from her high.

Yeosang blinked a couple of times, and lifted her head when it didn't feel so hazy and when she turned it, she found San staring at her with a soft smile on her lips. Nothing was said between them both, Yeosang smiled back at her and leaned over, pecking her lips before she pulled out of her grip. Now that she was more aware, she saw the mess she made on the bed and blushed a little, making San laugh as she sat up as well.

"There should be an extra blanket in the closet." Yeosang said, not having the energy at the moment to actually get out of bed, leaning into San instinctively. "I'll wash this in the morning.. You can stay over if you want, Wooyoung's probably knocked out."

"Thanks." San said, kissing Yeosang's shoulder. For a moment they were both silent, basking in the afterglow of what had happened. Yeosang perked up when San spoke up again. "So.." She cleared her throat, clearly being hesitant on her question she wanted to ask but when Yeosang had reached over to take her hand, she looked down at them and with a small smile had looked up to Yeosang.

"Think maybe I could convince you to leave your bastard of a husband for me? I can treat you better than he ever could. I may not be as successful as him, and you may not be able to go on those extravagant trips or have all the things you own because of him, but I can love you more than he ever could, and actually make you feel good." She kissed Yeosang's cheek, then her nose, and finally on her lips.

"Of course." Yeosang said after San pulled back. "I already told you I'm leaving his ass after my birthday. Just have to wait out the next few weeks." Yeosang had returned the gesture, kissing San's dimpled cheek, then her nose and finally kissing her lips. "Until then," Yeosang picked up San's hand, mindlessly playing with her fingers, "Mind if I stay over tomorrow?"

Being back in her own bed felt odd. After she was able to move, both from her shaky legs and from San's nonstop kisses and cuddles, she helped replace the blanket on the mattress and tossed the soiled one into the laundry room for her to wash. Now that she was laying next to her husband, now dressed in pajamas to hide San's marks on her, she stared at his sleeping form, arms wrapped around a pillow as a way to cuddle with Yeosang being absent. She scrunched up her face, turning in the bed so her back faced him and pressed her head onto her pillow to sleep.

Things essentially were normal, Yeosang continued her little act of the perfect housewife, but at least once a week she made an excuse just so she could stay over at San and Wooyoung's place. Thankfully her husband had no idea, and on the night before her birthday, as she laid in bed, all their items packed and ready for the trip to Italy, she had sat up in her bed after her husband had passed out, plan set into action with a smirk on her face.

And that plan was when he woke up, he found their bed empty, sheets cold when he felt them up. At first he thought nothing of it, maybe Yeosang was in the bathroom showering. She always had a habit of taking long showers, except when he looked that way the door was wide open, no trace of any use. Maybe in the kitchen preparing breakfast? Nope, he looked there too and found it totally empty, burners cold to the touch. Any trace of Yeosang was gone; all of her clothing and personal items had been picked clean (How she was able to move everything without him noticing is a miracle) . All that was left behind was her wedding ring, which was left on top of a note left on her nightstand.

' If you're reading this right now, then I'm long gone. Probably halfway to Italy with not only my best friends but my girlfriend. I've been aware of your affair for well over a few weeks now. You're not as slick as you thought you were. Good thing I never actually loved you.

You can tell my family of my relationship, I don't care. I'm tired of hiding my true self. I'm happier than ever with San than I ever was with you.

P.s. Give this ring to your whore of an assistant, you piece of shit. Also, you're trash in bed, I almost feel bad for her.

- Kang Yeosang '