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x male writer, mostly for Ateez

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Masterlist

Ateez Masterlist :D Enjoy

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Seonghwa:

Friends kiss each other, right?

MinHwa - Maid outfit

Hongjoong:

You're on your worst behavior

What are we? I don't know

Yunho:

You don't understand how angry I am

Yeosang:

I want to feel every inch of you

San:

Are you kidding me?

Wait for me? Always

Mingi:

You can't just show up like this

Hard Mingi thought

MinHwa - Maid outfit

I like your glasses

I'm not wearing underwear; just thought you should know

You're still not wearing underwear

Wooyoung:

You used to be someone I hated

I love you. I hate you

Jongho:

Jongho Snapshot

Someone's had a little too much to drink

The Adjuster

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Mingi "You can't just show up here like this"

Hello ^_^ I've been in an angst no fluff mood. I've been doing a little better. Sorry for the long absence.

DM/Requests open

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In no way does this represent Mingi irl or his actual presonality. This is fiction.

TW: Toxic (Undecided who), angst.

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Mingi prayed the knocking would go away. He was leaned up against the wall next to the front door. He didn’t need to look through the peephole to see who it was. It took everything in Mingi not to open the door and confront M/N. He did have to admit, M/N was relentless. He’d been knocking for at least twenty minutes. Mingi had started to feel bad for his neighbors. M/N wasn’t exactly focusing on being quiet. He was glad that the other hadn’t started screaming out for him. Instead, the other had chosen an annoying pattern of knocking. A loud round of knocks followed by a round of fist banging. Mingi slowly felt relief fill him as the knocking did stop. He slowly stood tall, unsure. He wasn’t sure if he should go back to bed or check if the other had actually left. He hadn’t heard the other leave. Just as Mingi went to check the peephole, another round of knocks hit the door.

This time was completely different. It wasn’t the same type of knocking as before. Not the harsh fist slamming against the door that had left Mingi shaking earlier. Mingi had genuinely almost missed the knocks. A gentle three knocks that were so soft Mingi could barely hear them. Mingi paused as another soft single thud filled his ears. Without a thought, Mingi looked through the peephole. The other’s hair instantly filled his view. The last thud had been the other’s head hitting the door. Guilt filled Mingi as he fought with himself. He knew opening the door wasn’t a good idea but seeing the other made him feel terrible. Mingi cursed himself for looking through the peephole. He’d known it was a terrible idea to begin with. Sighing softly, Mingi opened the door.

M/N must have been putting all of his weight onto the door because as soon as it was opened, he stumbled. M/N cursed softly as he tried not to fall. He glanced up, smiling softly when he saw Mingi’s face. “Min-” “You can’t just show up here like this,” The words were soft but effective. Mingi watched M/N face fall. He watched tears fill the other’s eyes before forcing himself to look away. “You, uh, you blocked me,” M/N gently stated, eyes moving to the floor. Mingi didn’t say anything for a while, instead choosing to fiddle with the doorframe. ‘Why are you here?” The question sat heavy in the air. “Sometimes I just want to see you,” A pause before he continued softer. “Despite everything,” Mingi didn’t have words to argue with the other.

“Despite everything,” Mingi repeated back softly. Despite Mingi’s attempts, he knew exactly what M/N meant. There were nights where he just wanted to cuddle into the other. Nights that he desperately wanted M/N’s laugh to fill his ears. Yet, they couldn’t go back to that. Not now with everything that had happened. Mingi frowned before speaking. “We can’t,” He whispered. He watched M/N deflate a little at the words. “I know,” The words hurt Mingi’s chest. He swore it felt like his heart was breaking. “This won’t change anything, will it?” The blunt words brought tears to Mingi’s eyes. “It won’t,” He softly confirmed. Tears slowly slipped from M/N’s eyes and Mingi had to glance away once more. “I wish it would,” M/N croaked out. His hands rushed to wipe his face clear of tears. Mingi swallowed thickly, trying to keep his composure. “Me too,” He mumbled out. He felt like his throat was closing. 

Mingi slowly wiped his own tears. “Do you think we made it in another life?” Mingi couldn’t help but laugh gently at the other’s words. Mingi didn’t know the answer to that. Neither of them ever would. However, Mingi could wish. “I hope we did,” Now it was M/N’s chance to laugh. “I wish you’d chosen to fight,” M/N words cut him deep. Mingi felt more tears filling his eyes. He didn’t have a response to that. Mingi wiped away the now freefalling tears. “Go home, M/N,” The words were soft but stern. Without giving the other a chance to retort, Mingi closed the door. Once it was closed, he leaned against the door and slid down. The world was unfair.

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Update on absence

Not my normal content but quick update on why I've been missing. I've been sick for a while and finally got a makeshift answer as to why. I'm terminally ill and dying faster than others. Yay... I've been trying to deal with my feelings and how to move forward. I'll be having a lot more doctor appointments and probably surgeries. Trying to stay upbeat. A lot of my new writing has been angst and no fluff. I'll post one soon and see how it does. If that's something you are interested in, let me know.

Shout out to my kitten, Mouse for being my buddy through this all. I've posted his photo below. He's excited for this first Halloween. It's been really rough at times, and he's been the only thing keeping me afloat and going.

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Jongho Snapshot

I occasionally remember my password. I've been working on super long pieces (that will probably never make it off the wip list). This is a snippet of Drunk Jongho and M/N.

DMs open

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In no way does this actually represent Jongho irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Drunk, Making out

Word Count: 789

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The night had started simple. Jongho and M/N had gone out to the bar. After a few too many, they decided to bar hop. It had gone great. They’d get one or two drinks, grind on each other for a few songs before going to a new bar to repeat. Jongho knew his members would be disappointed in him. He was supposed to be the serious one. The one who didn’t drink and was a good influence. Yet, he found himself giggling as he rubbed himself against M/N, the other giggling right back at him. He allowed himself to drag M/N to their dorms. A giggle leaving his lips as he fiddled with the code. 

When the code finally clicked, he dragged M/N in. They both struggled to hold themselves up, leaning on each other as they took off their shoes. “Jongho-ah?” Seonghwa’s voice rang through the door. Fuck, he’d forgotten that the members were hanging out today. Something about a new movie coming out. Jongho peeked his head around the corner. Seven sets of eyes followed his movements. “Are you drunk?” Hongjoong questioned. Jongho simply giggled, disappearing around the corner again. Seonghwa and Hongjoong stood up to follow the other. The sound of something hitting the ground and giggles made the two quicken their pace. They paused upon seeing Jongho laying on M/N. It wasn’t long before both males were laughing at whatever had happened.

 “M/N-ah,” Seonghwa stated. The youngest turned. “Sorry, Hyung. He fell on me,” More giggles fell from the two males as they got up. “You said you were getting a few drinks,” Hongjoong questioned. M/N nodded his head. “We were getting a few drinks until this guy decided we needed to go harder,” M/N’s voice was teasing. Jongho huffed as they both moved towards the living room. The group’s eyes widened as they realized how drunk Jongho and M/N were. Jongho was leaning against the wall in order not to fall. M/N grabbing the other’s jacket, swaying. “They kicked us out unfairly. We weren’t even drunk,” Jongho whined. “We went bar hopping after that,” M/N continued.

 Seonghwa and Hongjoong shared a look before helping them to the living room. “Woo-ah, can you get Advil and water?” The other rushed to grab the said items. “I don’t need this,” Jongho whined as the items were offered to him. “I’ll be fine,” M/N laughed. “You say that until you’re puking tomorrow,” M/N quickly swallow the pills and drank the water offered. Seonghwa softly rubbed the other’s hair. M/N was a good kid, just like Jongho. How they’d convinced each other to go out and get drunk was beyond him. At least M/N had enough common sense to take what he was being given. “No scolding? I get yelled at every time we go out!” Wooyoung muttered. Mingi muttered in agreement. San simply raised an eyebrow. “You three would get piss drunk every day if you could,” Seonghwa stated. Groans came from the three as they nodded their heads. “I’m honestly more worried than mad. This isn’t like them,” Hongjoong’s voice made all of them nod their heads. 

The two oldest helped the two youngest up. “I hope you guys like sharing a bed,” Hongjoong’s words made the two giggle. It wasn’t long before they were laying on their sides, buckets next to each side of the bed. “We’ll leave the door open. Shout if you need anything,” Seonghwa stated. They nodded their heads. As soon as the two were gone, Jongho and M/N were sitting up, giggling softly and talking. “Hyung, you’re so pretty when you drink,” Jongho giggled at the words. “I’m not pretty all the time?” M/N giggled at the words. “You’re always pretty. I really like drunk you, though. So affectionate,” M/N’s words made Jongho giggle. 

“You get more affectionate too,” He replied. M/N smiled at the words. “It gets harder to not touch you while drunk,” The confession made Jongho giggle. “Agreed. I just want to touch you everywhere,” They giggled once more before M/N spoke softly. “I-I wonder what you taste like,” Jongho smirked, leaning in to the other’s ear. “You can kiss me and find out,” He pulled back enough to see the other’s lips. M/N swallowed thickly before crashing his lips to the older’s lips. Jongho made fast work to pull the other flush against him. M/N gave a small whine as he pushed the other down to the bed. “Fuck, you taste like strawberries,” M/N muttered. Jongho pulled the other down again. “You taste like peaches,” Jongho made fast work to connect their lips once more.

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do u think u could write a part 2 to ur mingi fic "i'm not wearing underwear"?

Tada

Hope it's something you like <3 Been dealing with a nasty mental/writing block and this ask lowkey fixed it

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Mingi "You're still not wearing underwear"

Hello ^_^ I hope you enjoy. Part 2 to Mingi "I'm not wearing underwear; just thought you should know"

Mingi helps M/N stretch out his hip. Confession happens and more.

DM/Requests open.

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In no way does this represent Mingi irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Handjob, Fluff

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“Mingi-ah, you’ll help M/N stretch their hip,” The words made Mingi’s head snap towards the rest of the group. His cheeks flushed bright red. “Me?” His voice going higher than he would like. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes away from M/N since they had started practice. He wasn’t sure if it was because of what had happened the night before or his concern for the other’s hip. Mingi hated that he felt like he’d gotten caught staring at M/N. He also hated how the group raised their eyebrows at his response. Seonghwa nodded his head. “You usually help him out when he’s sore,” That was true. Anytime M/N hurt his hip, Mingi was the first in line to help him. He knew last night had changed things, but he felt silly for his reactions. He never questioned helping M/N before. Why now?

Mingi nodded, slipping back away from the group. M/N trailed behind slowly, wincing with every step. “Sore?” He softly questioned. M/N paused, eyes going wide. “Uh, yeah,” That was a stupid question. He knew the answer before he’d even asked. Mingi blankly nodded his head. “Ok, let’s have you do what you normally do,” M/N nodded, heading towards the wall. Mingi froze, unsure if he should be as hands on as he normally was. Would it be too much? Mingi’s thoughts were cut off by Yunho’s voice. “We’re heading home. Tell us when you head home,” Mingi mumbled out an answer, glancing at M/N. No, being hands on would be too much. He’d just supervise. Standing awkwardly, Mingi tried to give M/N directions.

M/N paused, almost hesitating. “Hyung,” The quiet words making Mingi freeze. “Y-you’re usually more hands on,” He was always more hands on. He usually guided M/N step by step. But now, it felt wrong to touch M/N with the thoughts running through his head. “Yeah, I can- yeah,” The words coming out a jumbled mess as he stepped closer to the other. He allowed his hands to gently land on the other’s hips. “L-like this,” He mumbled out, guiding M/N carefully. M/N groaned as Mingi lowered one of his hands to the back of the other’s thigh.” M/N-” “F-feels good,” M/N stated, head leaning against the wall. Mingi swallowed thickly, continuing to guide the other. “Doing so well M/N-ah,” Mingi muttered out. He felt his breath shortened with every groan and whine M/N made. 

Mingi allowed his free hand to trail the waistband of M/N’s sweats. He couldn’t help but dip his fingers in and out of the other’s waistband. “Good boy, just like that,” The words felt dirty coming from Mingi’s lips. His usual praise tainted by his dirty mind. Mingi wasn’t sure if it was because he was whispering praise into the other’s ear or M/N’s whimpers, but he allowed his fingers to dip down further into the other’s sweatpants. Mingi’s eyes widened as he traced the other’s skin lower and lower. A gasp left M/N as he grabbed the other’s wandering hand. “Hyung,” Mingi took in a sharp breath at the other’s breathless cry of his name. “You’re still not wearing underwear,” The words hung thick in the air.

M/N was the first to break the silence. “I-I don’t like how it feels,” A chuckle left Mingi at the confession. “I can tell,” He moved his hand from the other’s thigh to his hip. “Please don’t run away this time,” It was a soft plea. M/N paused, taking in Mingi’s words, before speaking. “I don’t want to just be a onetime fling,” Mingi didn’t hesitate before speaking. “Me either. I wish you’d stayed last night,” M/N chuckled, turning to look at Mingi. He didn’t get the chance to speak before Mingi was confessing. “I-I want to wake up to you every morning. Help you when you feel sore,” Mingi’s eyes flicker down to the other’s lips. “Kiss you,” The words were soft, gentle. M/N whimpered at the words. “I want that too, Hyung. Can I-” “Yeah,” Mingi hadn’t even given M/N a chance to finish his sentence. M/N was quick to pull Mingi into a kiss.

A whimper left M/N as Mingi deepened the kiss. His tongue sliding into the younger’s mouth, desperate for anything. He pulled away, breathless. Mingi knew he’d give up breathing if it meant he could kiss M/N. “Please touch me,” A plea Mingi was happy to fulfill. His hand snaked around to grip the other. He’d caught a slight glance the previous night but god was he unprepared. M/N whined, knees slightly buckling as Mingi gripped him. “God, you’re perfect,” Mingi praised, smashing his lips to M/N’s once more. As Mingi began to move his hand, M/N shuttered. A desperate cry left him as he leaned heavily into Mingi. He pulled away from the kiss, spit connecting in a line between their mouths. “Hyung,” An empty cry. Mingi wasn’t even sure if M/N knew what he was whining for. “Such a good boy. Hyung’s got you, don’t worry,” 

True to his word, Mingi did have him. As M/N began to slowly drop, he held him in place. Praises slipping past his lips quickly. “So pretty for me, M/N-ah,”  “All for Hyung,” “My pretty baby,” M/N could feel himself getting close. Mingi must have sensed it too because he began to twist his hand with every pump, grinding his palm roughly against the other’s tip. A gasp left M/N as he tried to beg. His mind went blank as he tightly gripped Mingi. “Hyung,” It was pathetic that that was the best he could do. Mingi chuckled darkly at his weak begging. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” M/N could only whine. His hips thrusting forward, desperate to release. He didn’t care if it was on Mingi’s hand in his sweatpants. “P-please. I’m g-gonna,” M/N mouth hung open in a silent cry as he came. 

Mingi didn’t stop. He continued to guide him through his orgasm. “Fuck, M/N-ah. Just like that baby,” M/N shuddered as Mingi finally pulled his hand away. His hand reaching back to grip Mingi. “G-give me a second and I’ll-” Mingi chuckled at his words. His hand stopping the other’s. “Another night. Tonight’s just about you,” A giggle left M/N at the words. “Thank you, Hyung,” Mingi gently pulled his hand out of the other’s sweatpants. M/N frowned as the other's cum covered hand came into view. “Do you think they’ll know?” Mingi pulled M/N into a quick kiss. He pulled away, grinning. “I don’t care if they know,”

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Hard Mingi Thought

!!Warning!! NSFW Link

Do not click if minor or not your vibe

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Mingi's used to towering over most people. That doesn't mean he hates being small. In fact, Mingi easily allows M/N to fold him up. Letting M/N manhandle him as he pleases. He can't help but whine into the other's mouth as he's teased. Fingers teasing his hole before sliding in. M/N's mouth desperate against his. Mingi loves feeling small. He loves how M/N teases him until the end. Drawing out every little moan he can.

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"You don't understand how angry I am right now" Yunho

^_^ Adopted a kitten

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TW: Mean Yunho, Angst, Fluff

This in no way represents Yunho irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

Word Count: 843

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Yunho’s gaze was harsh. He knew the fans were starting to record the interaction. Mingi and M/N were oblivious to the hundreds of phones now recording them. He couldn’t help but clench his jaw as Mingi and M/N continued to play. He knew he looked jealous to everyone. Yunho was jealous. His best friend and boyfriend flirting and touching on stage. “Hyung, there’s cameras,” San’s soft voice filled his ear. He knew that. Maybe that was why Yunho was so angry. Mingi and M/N knew there were always cameras being pointed at them. Why now, in the middle of a concert, had they chosen to disregard that and flirt. “They’re just messing around, Hyung,” San’s voice once again filling his ear. San always tried to keep the peace. Clenching his fist, Yunho made his way to Wooyoung.

Wooyoung already had his head tilted and a slight smirk on his face. “Hyung!” Wooyoung’s voice carried through the concert venue. Yunho should have known Wooyoung would make their fight more public than it already was. Yunho usually would have scolded Wooyoung but not today. He made fast work to shove his head into the other’s neck. Yunho hated that he desperately wanted to know if Mingi and M/N were even looking in his direction. He sighed gently into Wooyoung’s neck before gently placing a kiss. Wooyoung’s loud giggles making Yunho relax a little. “Hyung, Atiny think you should give me a piggyback ride,” It was a lie but the screams from the fans made Yunho chuckle. With ease, Yunho lifted Wooyoung into his arms. A gasp left Wooyoung at the action. “Piggyback ride!” Yunho ignored his whining, and he carried Wooyoung to San. They both made a big show of passing Wooyoung to San. 

Turning to his side, Yunho paused as he noticed M/N. The other standing in front of him with bright eyes. “Hyung, me next!” Yunho had to stop himself from ignoring the other and moving away. Instead, he glared at M/N, whose smile seemed to finally fade away. “You don’t understand how angry I am right now,” Yunho had tried to whisper the words to M/N but he knew it had more than likely come out hissed. He watched M/N’s face drop at the words. He opened and closed his mouth, searching for something to say. Yunho didn’t give him a chance, instead brushing roughly past M/N. He quickly made his way to Yeosang. The other giggling as he shoved him some signs the fans had. Yunho’s eyes went wide as his shirt was roughly yanked. He turned his head to find an angry Seonghwa. “Hyung-” Seonghwa cut him off before he could start. “M/N left the stage sobbing because of you,” The words made Yunho’s heart sink. He hadn’t meant to actually upset the other. 

Yunho frowned at the words. “I didn’t mean to-” “I don’t care, Yunho. Go fix it or else,” Seonghwa’s words made him shiver. M/N was Seonghwa’s baby, and he didn’t doubt the other would make him pay. Sparing Seonghwa one last glance, Yunho ducked down off stage. A manager instantly pointing to where he needed to go. Offering a quick ‘thanks’, Yunho disappeared in the direction. He frowned as he turned the corner to find M/N curled on the ground, crying. “M/N-ie,” Yunho softly called out. His heart breaking as M/N’s face appeared, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry,” He softly cooed, sitting down and pulling M/N into his lap. “Hyung, I don’t know what I did wrong,” M/N broke down after the words. Tears flowing down his face at a rapid pace. “I-I don’t know what I did,” He cried out once more. Yunho frowned, rubbing M/N’s back softly. He had never meant to upset M/N. Yes, he was upset with his boyfriend, but he loved him more than anything. “You did nothing wrong, M/N-ie,” Yunho stated the words softly, tightening his grip on the other before placing a kiss to the younger’s head. “I-” Yunho sighed, taking a deep breath. “I got jealous of you and Mingi,” M/N finally looked up at him, wiping his tears. Yunho made fast work to take over. 

“I should have told you how I was feeling,” M/N’s tears had slowed down. “I'm sorry, M/N-ie. I love you and I’m so sorry,” Yunho held M/N in a tight hold as he began to whisper affectionate words to the other. Yunho wasn’t sure how long it took but eventually M/N pulled away to look at him. “You’re not angry?” He softly questioned. “No, I’m sorry, M/N. I never meant to hurt you,” M/N slowly nodded his head at the words. “Hyung, we gotta get back to the stage,” Yunho nodded slowly. “Only when you’re ready,” M/N nodded, unmoving. “Can we stay like this a little longer?” “Of course,” Yunho didn’t need to think about it. Whatever M/N wanted; he’d get.

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"Someone's had a little too much to drink" Jongho

^_^ Soft Jongho hours.

Jongho takes care of drunk M/N. Cute Jongho and M/N.

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TW: Drinking

This in no way represents Jongho irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

Word Count: 755

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Jongho and Hongjoong paused their movie as they heard the dorm door being opened and closed. “San-” Hongjoong’s voice had barely filled the air before San was responding. “Yeah, it’s us,” Hongjoong chuckled, making his way into the kitchen. “Did you guys have fun?” He questioned. “Yeah…” The trailed off words had Hongjoong ducking his head back out of the kitchen to glance at the group. “Is he ok?” Hongjoong questioned, moving towards the front door. Jongho frowned but sat still. “He had too much,” San answered. Jongho watched as Hongjoong carefully helped Mingi make his way to his room. San tried to help but his uneven steps said a lot. Jongho moved to pick up some of the food scattered about for the movie night but paused. M/N had gone out with San and Mingi. Yet, he hadn’t seen the other stumble in. A frown made its way back onto his face as he called out. Jongho wasn’t even sure if M/N was in the dorm. “Hyung?” The confused words were left unanswered. 

Jongho’s eyes widened as M/N silently made his way around the corner, grabbing the wall tightly. “Jongho-ah!” He called out. A giant smile making its way across his face. “I thought you’d be asleep,” He commented, moving towards the couch. Jongho watched as M/N teetered over to him. The other’s steps were short and uneven just like the other two. Jongho gently reached out to grab the other’s waist to stead him. “It’s still early,” Jongho answered. “We thought you guys would come back in a few hours,” A teasing smile grew on M/N's face as he moved to sit on Jongho’s lap. “Someone’s had a little too much to drink,” He muttered, motioning with his head towards where the others had gone. Jongho blinked at the action. Sober M/N would never sit on his lap. “I think you have too, Hyung,” Jongho gently stated, softly rubbing M/N thighs. A frown made its way onto M/N's face. “Jongho-ah, you’re too pretty to be mean,” The words made Jongho’s heartbeat faster. “Hyung,” Jongho warned. The said male paid him no mind.

Jongho froze as M/N began to play with his hair. “I love your hair,” M/N seemed to pause for a second before speaking once more. “I love you,” Jongho’s eyes widened at the words. “Hyung,” It came out barely a whisper. M/N frowned before tightly hugging Jongho. “I wish you’d gone out. I wanted you to come,” The whined out words made Jongho swallow thickly. “Hyung, you should get some sleep,” M/N sighed, clearly upset at the option. “But I like talking to you,” Jongho hesitated before gently holding the other’s hand. “Hyung, let’s get you to bed, hmm?” M/N didn’t put up a fight as Jongho helped him stand. Jongho moved to pick M/N up but was stopped. “I’ll puke,” The words a soft confession. Jongho slowly nodded, moving to help him walk to his room instead. Hongjoong frowned as he passed them in the hallway. He went to help but Jongho brushed him off. “I got it, Hyung,” M/N frowned at the words. “Only call me Hyung,” M/N softly whined out. Hongjoong chuckled before making his way back to the couch.

Jongho helped M/N get into his bed. “Hyung, don’t drink so much next time,” He quietly scolded. A smile grew on M/N’s face at the words. “You don’t like when I drink?” He quizzed, gently holding Jongho’s hand. Jongho sighed before speaking. “I don’t like when you can’t walk without help,” The confession made M/N giggle. “I like drinking because you always sleep with me,” A frown made its way onto Jongho’s face. “What?” The words coming out in disbelief. “You never want to cuddle or sleep with me,” M/N began, fiddling with Jongho’s fingers. “But when I drink, you do,” Jongho silently took in the information. “You should have told me,” Jongho muttered quietly. “Don’t just drink to cuddle me,” M/N’s lip quivered at the words. “I’m sorry,” Jongho shook his head, climbing into the bed with M/N. “Don’t be, Hyung,” He allowed M/N to gently play with his hair. “I love you,” Jongho softly stated. Jongho couldn’t see M/N’s face, but he was sure a soft smile was on the other’s face. “I love you, Jongho-ah,” The words made Jongho’s heartbeat speed up. He couldn’t help but cuddle into M/N more.

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"I want to feel every inch of you" Yeosang

^_^ I'm back!! Guess who got Wi-Fi finally and will be updating way more often.

Not being able to update has given me writers block. I took my writing prompts and did a random draw to see what to write.

Here is Yeosang (top) fucking M/N (bottom) roughly.

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TW: Dacryphilia, name calling, rough, mean/tired Yeosang

This in no way represents Yeosang irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

Word count: 1.4K

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M/N smiled brightly as he heard his apartment door open and close. Getting off work early, M/N had decided to cook Yeosang’s favorite meal. Quickly making his way out of the kitchen and into the living room, M/N expected Yeosang to coo him as normal. Instead, M/N frowned as Yeosang shot past him, roughly smacking shoulders. “Hyung?” He quizzed as the older male didn’t apologize. He carefully watched as Yeosang huffed, roughly moving things around. “Rough day?” M/N questioned, moving to wrap his arms around Yeosang. The said male huffed loudly before detaching his arms. “I don’t want to be babied. I’m a grown man,” He quietly hissed out. M/N felt his frown deepen at the words.

“I never said you weren’t,” He gently stated, taking a step back to allow the other to continue his frenzy. Yeosang rolled his eyes, standing to face M/N. His body tense as he glared at him. “Clearly you don’t think I am. You made chicken, again,” M/N felt his eyes go wide at the words. He’d decided he’d be nice and make the other’s favorite. He figured he’d be stressed. How did that turn into babying him? “Excuse me?” He questioned, straightening up to meet Yeosang’s strong gaze. “How does that mean I’m babying you? Because I cooked dinner?” He quizzed, watching Yeosang disappear into the kitchen. He followed after him quickly, eyes watching the other’s moves carefully. “You don’t think I can cook,” He muttered, picking up the chicken plate before slamming it down. “I can cook,” He snapped out. M/N paused, anger filling him. “Then cook,” He hissed back.

A snarl left Yeosang as M/N rushed forward, picking up the chicken and moving it from his reach. “What are you doing?’ Yeosang hissed back. “You want to cook, then cook. I didn’t make food for an ungrateful baby,” Yeosang roughly snagged his wrist, forcing him to stay in place. M/N held back the glare Yeosang was giving him. “Shut up. I am not a baby,” The angry words making M/N chuckle darkly. “Says the one having a tantrum,” The taunting words made Yeosang’s grip tighten on his wrists. “I said shut up,” M/N snorted, a sly smile making its way to his face. “You couldn’t make me shut up even if you tried,” 

Yeosang’s eyes narrowed at the words. He roughly yanked M/N towards him. A gasp leaving the said male as his eyes widened. Yeosang made fast work to smash their lips together. Yeosang guided them backwards to the counter. A gasp left M/N as the cold counter pressed into his back. Yeosang moaned as he slipped his tongue into the younger’s mouth, using the gasp to his advantage. M/N pulled away, breathing heavy as he began to unbutton the other’s shirt. “Fuck you,” He hissed out. A chuckle left Yeosang as he snaked his hand around the other’s throat. “Oh, I will,” The cocky words sent shivers down M/N’s body. Yeosang gave a squeeze before trailing his hand down to the other’s ass. Both hands trailed over the other before he lifted M/N onto the counter. 

“Hyung!” He hissed out, anger creeping onto his face. “I cleaned these today. Don’t you dare,” Yeosang ignored him, rushing to free M/N cock from his pants. A gasp left him at the feeling of the cool air hitting him. “Don’t,” He warned. Yeosang glared at him, hand moving to pump his cock. “Or what?” His hissed back. M/N wanted to stay angry but the feeling of being touched had him whimpering.  Shaking as Yeosang gave him a lick across his tip, M/N couldn’t help but cry out. “Hyung,” M/N waited desperately for the other’s next move. “You are so pretty,” Yeosang muttered, rushing to fully remove M/N’s pants. M/N yanked Yeosang back into a heated kiss once he’d successfully removed his pants. Both of them moaning into the kiss as they trailed their hands over each other’s body. M/N pulled away, breathing heavy as his hand searched for the draw that held their condoms. Yeosang’s hand quickly stopped his, giving a squeeze. “I want to feel every inch of you,” He muttered out. M/N felt his brain freeze as Yeosang’s lips attached to his neck. “Hyung,” He whined out, hands landing on Yeosang’s hair. “Please,” Yeosang softly begged. M/N blindly nodded his head before throwing it back to moan.

Yeosang trailed his hands over the other’s body before freeing himself from his own jeans. A whimper left M/N upon seeing Yeosang’s cock. Yeosang chuckled as he watched M/N mindlessly widen his legs, trying to give easier access to him. “I’m sorry,” The words slipped from Yeosang softly as he sank into the other. M/N moaned loudly, stuffing his face into Yeosang’s neck. “F-Fuck, I love you,” He whined out, trying to bounce back Yeosang’s hard thrusts. Yeosang chuckled, gripping the other’s hips tightly as he rutted into him roughly. “I love you too,” He muttered, eyes flickering close. A whimper left M/N as he slammed his head back hard into the cabinets. “F-fuck, right there,” Any concern Yeosang had held disappear. Yeosang’s grip on M/N's hips was ungodly. They both knew bruises were probably blooming under Yeosang’s grip. They both moaned as M/N smashed their lips together once again. 

M/N allowed Yeosang’s tongue to slip into his mouth. A whine left M/N as he allowed Yeosang to use him how he wanted. The said male pulled away from the kiss. “I-I’m sorry I was mean to you,” Yeosang muttered out, head slumping against M/N’s chest. “Fuck, u-use me, Sangie,” Yeosang groaned at the nickname, hips slamming into the other at a quickening speed. “So good to me,” Yeosang whined out. M/N’s hand gripped Yeosang’s hair, tugging it tightly as he moaned. Yeosang’s head was forced up as M/N mindlessly yanked it up. “Fuck,” He hissed out. “Feel good, baby?” M/N was too fucked out to speak. His eyes closed with his head thrown back. A loud whine left M/N as Yeosang shifted his hips. “Yeah? There baby?” The cooed words had M/N tightening on him. “God, you feel good. Cum on me, M/N-ie,” One of Yeosang’s hands slipped back to jerk him off. One of M/N’s hands dropped to grip his wrist but not stop him. “Yeah, gonna cum?” He quizzed. M/N moaned loudly as his grip tightened. Yeosang was sure he wasn’t getting circulation. The moans and pure bliss expression from the other was enough to keep him going though. “Please!” M/N cried out.

Yeosang wasn’t sure what had pushed M/N over the edge but cum seemed to splatter everything in an instant. Yeosang could feel M/N paint both of their skins white as he gave a whorish whine. Yeosang couldn’t help but grin as M/N shook. Every inch of the other was shaking and twitching. “I’m that good? Hmm?” He quizzed. His hand returned to M/N’s hip as he fucked into the younger with a newfound urgency. “So fucking pretty,” He hissed out. “I bet you’ll look so good stuffed to the brim with my cum,” “Hyung,” A whimpered cry from M/N. Yeosang’s eyes trailed to M/N’s face. A deep groan leaving him as he realized the other was crying. He looked so pretty, heavenly. Yeosang’s hips stuttered as he studied the other’s face. “F-fuck, M/N-ah,” He whined out. “Please, Hyung,” M/N whimpered out. Yeosang’s hips stilled deep in M/N as he shoved his face into the crook of M/N’s neck. M/N’s hand gently played with his hair as he caught his breath.

Yeosang gently pulled back, eyes studying M/N’s face. “I forgive you,” The softly spoken words making Yeosang’s eyes fill with tears. “I’m sorry,” He muttered, moving to be flush against the other once more. “Everyone kept babying me and i-it,” Yeosang paused as M/N played with his hair once more. “It got to me,” He softly confessed. “I’m sorry I took it out on you,” M/N hummed at the words. “I’m sorry they babied you,” He muttered. He pulled Yeosang back enough to see his face. “I want you to tell me, ok. Please don’t take things out on me,” Yeosang nodded, tightly hugging M/N. “I love you,” M/N finished. Yeosang gave a soft giggle. “I love you too,” He gently confessed.

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MinHwa “Maid outfit”

Hello ^_^ Apparently I’m dumb and can’t get my wifi to work. This has caused a writing block on my half.

Hard Smut/ MinHwa + M/N

I can only see Mingi as a sub!top, especially with someone else in play.

Apologies for the rough writing and misspelling. Using phone.

Masterlist

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TW: CNC (consensual non consent), Maid outfit, rough, name calling, probably forgot something, slapping (consensual)

This in no way represents Seonghwa/Mingi irl or their actual personalities. This is fiction.

Word count: 1K

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M/N couldn’t help but flinch away from Mingi’s reaching hand. The laughs from the group making his cheeks bright red. “He looks like he belongs in a shitty porno,” Wooyoung’s words and giggles making him flinch. He wasn’t sure whose idea it’d been to turn their fun game competitive. Jongho had brought up the maid outfit as punishment. M/N had flushed red when he’d been told he must put it on and show them. He’d wanted to argue but he had lost fairly. That was the punishment. At least, that’s what he reminded himself as they all heckled him.

Mingi’s hands finally landed on him, pulling him close by the cuffs on his wrist. “You look like a whore, Hyung,” M/N forced back a whine at the other’s words. Mingi gently rubbed his wrists. “I think I still have cat ears,” Seonghwa blurted out, rushing to his room. The others had dispersed away, no longer interested in their red flushed member.

Mingi’s hands gently trailed down his body before stopping on his fishnets. “Hyung, I bet your cock looks pretty in these,” M/N bit his lip in order to prevent a whine from slipping out. Mingi giggled before gripping the end of the outfit and lifting it fast. M/N whined as he rushed to yank the outfit back down. He felt tears come to his eyes as Mingi overpowered him, keeping him exposed. “Fuck, I was right,” Mingi muttered, trailing a hand gently over the other. “Already hard, Hyung,” He stated, finally looking at his face. A sly smile making its way to his face. “So pretty when you cry,” Mingi gripped his choker and yanked him closer. “Maybe if you beg, I’ll fuck you,” M/N allowed tears to fall as his eyes met Mingi’s. “Please,”

The whispered word was all it took for Mingi to slam his lips against the other’s. M/N couldn’t even pretend he was the dominant one. He whined into Mingi’s mouth as the other rubbed his hard cock through the fishnets. M/N closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Mingi’s tongue against his. M/N whined as Mingi was roughly pulled away. His eyes flashed open to see Seonghwa roughly gripping Mingi’s hair. The younger panting heavy as he smirked at M/N. “Whores left alone,” Seonghwa muttered. “Hyung-“ M/N started. Seonghwa’s hand met his face fast. It wasn’t hard but it was a warning. M/N swallowed thickly as he watched Seonghwa carefully. “How’d you fuck him, Mingi-ah?” The youngest smirk widened at the words. “Good, rough,” The cocky words making M/N shudder and whine. “Prove it,” Seonghwa stated, roughly shoving Mingi towards him.

Mingi finally seemed to falter. “Hyung,” “Fuck him or I will,” Mingi moved slowly, unsure. Seonghwa gave a dry laugh, flipped M/N to be bent across the counter. “Hwa-“ M/N’s worried voice was cut off by Seonghwa slipping two fingers into him. Seonghwa gripped the other’s outfit with one hand. “F-fuck,” M/N hissed out, arching his back for the other. He could hear Mingi and Seonghwa muttering quietly back and forth. He wasn’t sure if Mingi or Seonghwa pulled him upright. It wasn’t long until he was facing Mingi. “You’re being too loud, Hyung. The other’s will hear,” Without another word, Mingi smashed his lips to M/N’s. A desperate whine filling the air as Mingi held him upright. M/N was thankful because his legs gave out. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out, muttering something. M/N went to question him but froze.

The ripping of his fishnets made him pull away from Mingi, gasping for breath. “Hyung,” He whined out. “Keep him busy,” He was sure the words were from Seonghwa. A whine left his lips as he felt Seonghwa enter him. Mingi roughly grabbed his head, forcing his face up before crashing their lips together once more. M/N pulled away, tightly gripping Mingi in a hug. With every thrust from Seonghwa, a whine spilled from his lips. Mingi made fast work to cover the other’s mouth with his hand. “Shut up, M/N,” Mingi hissed. “Fuck, he’d love the others to see,” Seonghwa muttered, gripping the younger’s hips roughly. “Fuck, he’s so tight, Min-ah,” Mingi’s free hand trailed over M/N’s body freely. “I want to fuck him, too”

“I-Fuck, Gonna cum,” Seonghwa hissed out. M/N wanted to beg for him to keep going. He felt so close to cumming himself. Yet, he couldn’t seem to get the words out with Mingi’s hand against his mouth. He couldn’t catch his breath to try to fight Mingi’s strong grip. He felt Seonghwa still in him with a grunt before pulling out gently. Mingi’s hand finally moved as he slotted himself behind. The younger teasing his tip at his entrance a few times before slipping in. Mingi filled him up just right. Mingi’s cock pressing against his prostate perfectly. M/N couldn’t give any warning before he moaned loudly, cum slipping from his cock. “Fuck! Mingi!” Seonghwa hissed, rushing to cover his mouth. “Holy shit! I didn’t do anything, Hyung,” Mingi thrusted a few times, testing the water. “H-He’s so tight. I’m gonna cum soon,” Mingi muttered, grinding roughly up into him. “Fucking hurry,” Seonghwa hissed.

M/N could only whine into Seonghwa’s hand as Mingi used him roughly. Mingi was rougher than Seonghwa but his pace was sloppier. Mingi whined as he grew less consistent. “I-Hyung,” He whined out, looking to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa reached out to tug Mingi’s hair. “Fill him up for me, Min-ah. Cum for us,” Mingi’s hips stutter before stilling deep in M/N. Seonghwa muffled Mingi’s groan with a kiss. Heavy breathing filled the air as they tried to gather themselves. Seonghwa moved first, fixing his clothes before moving to grab a wet rag. “You guys ok?” He gently questioned. Mingi have a hum as he slipped out of M/N. A giggle leaving Mingi as he held M/N up. “I don’t think he can stand, Hyung,” Seonghwa laughed before helping Mingi get M/N fixed. “We’ll be more gently next time,” Seonghwa promised. An empty promise, M/N was sure of it.

“Cuddle?” He finally muttered out. Mingi and Seonghwa chuckled, getting him set up on the couch before snuggling up to him. Seonghwa paused as he heard someone make their way towards the kitchen. His eyes landing on Hongjoong. The said male paused, removing his headphones. “You guys started a cuddle pile without us?” Seonghwa simply smiled before snuggling closer to M/N and Mingi.

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“The adjuster” Jongho

Masterlist

Hello ^_^ I haven’t had much time to write due to work and moving. However, everything happening in America right now, my mind has been going.

Imagine Jongho being a dirty cop. He apart of the ATEEZ gang feeding them information that the cops have so they are always a step ahead. Jongho gets orders to kill a corrupt healthcare ceo. It isn’t until he’s at the police station a week or so later that he hears they got a full fingerprint. Panicked, he starts carefully watching M/N, their forensic expert. He’s worried about what will happen when the match pops up. He tells the rest of the group and they push him to just kill M/N and take the evidence. Jongho can’t. They’re friends and he’s grow to really like M/N. So, on top of watching him closely at work to see when he gets the results, he also starts walking him home so he can’t get killed by the group. M/N is oblivious to everything and genuinely thinks Jongho is being a cutie. Maybe even thinks Jongho has a crush?? Jongho is late one day. He rushes into M/N’s office to find the chief there. M/N’s eyes land directly on him before he continues speaking to the chief. “I told you the evidence is inconclusive. I think it was placed to fuck with us” And Jongho is like a fish out of water. Because there is no way it was inconclusive. He spoke everyday to M/N about how close he is. The chief leave and they sit awkwardly for a second before M/N speak softly. “I know they denied your sister for her cancer treatment” Jongho doesn’t know what to say but before he can, M/N starts talking about how they denied his family and it resulted in death and Jongho just sits and listens. Because he realizes M/N never planned on saying who the killer was.

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"Friends kiss each other, right?"

Hello ^_^ Soft Seonghwa hours. Enjoy this one-shot <3

Seonghwa decides to build Lego instead of going out with M/N.

DM/Requests open.

Masterlist

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In no way does this represent Seonghwa irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Gay, Kissing, Fluff

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M/N carefully watched Seonghwa. The older male and him were supposed to be hanging out. When he arrived, however, Seonghwa had dragged him towards his room. M/N had barely caught the other’s fast words as he dragged him to his bed. M/N couldn’t help but frown as Seonghwa picked up the item on his desk. Legos. “We can’t go out because you want to make Legos?” He asked, disbelief flooding through him. Seonghwa finally seemed to falter, head turning to look from the Legos to him. “I-Yeah,” He gently confessed. M/N paused, taking in the words. He nodded his head gently, sprawling out on the older’s bed. “They just came out,” Seonghwa swallowed thickly, glancing away from M/N to look down at the Legos. “I just—We can go out. I can do it when I get home. I’m sorry,” Seonghwa placed the unopened box down on his desk. His head down as he picked up a hoodie. Frowning, M/N sat up. “But I want to see you build it,” He muttered, raising a brow to the other. Seonghwa met his gaze before looking down. “Are you sure? We can-” “Hyung, I honestly want to watch. I like seeing you happy,” Seonghwa fiddled with the hoodie in his hands. “Yeah?” He gently questioned. “Yeah,” M/N muttered, motioning the other over. Seonghwa gently made his way over. M/N moved his hands to play with the other’s fingers. Seonghwa blushed at the actions, carefully watching the other. “M/N,” The said male looked up, eyes softening upon seeing how unsure Seonghwa looked.

 “Friends kiss each other, right?” The soft words making M/N’s heart skip a beat. He’d been Seonghwa’s friend for a while. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was slowly falling in love with the other. How could he not? Seonghwa was everything anyone could ever want. He cared for everyone and treated everyone with the utmost respect. He would never admit his feelings out loud. If he did, he’d be forced to deal with his feelings. There was a pause before M/N softly nodded his head, giving a gentle hum. Seonghwa swallowed thickly at the action before slowly dipping his head down, eyes closed. M/N’s mind went blank as his lips met Seonghwa’s lips. M/N felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He couldn’t help but grab the other’s belt, pulling him closer. A whine filled the air and M/N wasn’t sure if it’d come from him or Seonghwa or both of them. Seonghwa pulled away, breathing heavily as he looked away, a blush on his face. M/N was sure he looked no better. He wanted to say something, but his mind was blank. The only thoughts filling his head were of Seonghwa and his soft lips. Seonghwa made his way to his desk. He cleared his throat before speaking softly. “It’s ok if I start building?” He questioned. M/N nodded his head blankly before realizing the other couldn’t see him. “Of course,” He muttered, gently sprawling out onto his stomach. He watched in awe as Seonghwa made fast work to open the box and dump the pieces out. M/N was fucked, and he knew it.

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San "Are you kidding me?"

Hello ^_^ Had a thought and ran with it.

San being nice and having a crush. Angst to Fluff. Crop Top San.

DM/Requests open.

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In no way does this represent San irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Angst, Yelling, Cussing, Fluff, Gay, Crush, Crop Top San

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The door to the practice room burst open as some managers and a young male came in. The group couldn’t help but stare as the male gunned straight for San. The managers trailing behind, muttering apologies. “Where’s your shirt?” The stern words catching San off guard. His eyes snapped over to the managers. “M/N-” “No, where is the fucking shirt,” The stern words making them all flinch.

 Hongjoong lifted San’s ripped shirt. “This shirt?’ He questioned gently. It had been a beautiful crop top corset. Lacing and gems cover every inch on the shirt. Well, until San had tried it on. It had gone well at first. A manager came in to have him try it on and run some dances in. It wasn’t a new concept. Make sure the clothes weren’t going to break and could be worn practically. San had praised its design and feel after the first few dances. Yet, as he danced the final dance, his glove had snagged in it. He didn’t have time to think before it was ripped, spilling gems onto the floor. The manager had flinched, telling him not to move but it was too late. With one final pull, San had ripped the corset, sending hundreds of gems flying across the floor. The manager had rushed out, muttering that they should leave and take a break. 

As soon as M/N’s eyes landed on the corset, his eyes darkened. “Are you kidding me?” He hissed, turning to San. “It was a mistake,” Hongjoong cut in. “His glove-” “Glove?” M/N spat out. San gently raised the hand that’d been hiding behind his back. “It snagged-” “Do you ever fucking listen to me?!” The words came out a snarl. The manager’s heads lowered at the hissed words. “I said no gloves, jewelry, nothing! Do you know how long this took?” He spat out, raising the ripped corset to them. “I had to hand stitch the entire corset. I had to hand place and stitch every gem. Do you have any clue how long this took?” He hissed out, waving the corset angrily at them. “It was a mistake,” One of the managers quietly stated. “Mistake? No, it wasn’t. It takes two seconds to say no gloves or jewelry!” “We thought you were being dramatic,” 

The words made San flinch. Dramatic? The designers had never stated something like that and not meant it. Why the managers had ignored his warning was beyond him. San could see M/N fighting the urge to spat out something hurtful. The other’s hands clenched into fist before unclenching. “I can’t fix it overnight. You need to find him a shirt for tomorrow,” Everyone’s eyes snapped to him, wide. They had an important performance tomorrow. It would make or break their career. “M/N, come on-” “No, I can’t. That took me months to make. I can’t just fix it in a night,” The angry words making everyone flinch. 

It suddenly hit the group why M/N had come in so heated. He’d worked months on an intricate corset only for his hard work to be destroyed in minutes. All because the managers had chosen to ignore his warning. San watched as the managers struggled to find a middle ground with the young designer. “What if I stay up all night and help you?” San questioned, finally looking for M/N’s eyes. The other froze, mouth open as he stared back, eyebrow raised. “What?” He quizzed, gently. “I ripped your hard work, I should be the one to help,” San stated, motioning to the corset in the other’s hand. “Maybe it would help to have an assistant?” He questioned. He watched M/N run the idea through his head a couple of times. “I can’t promise it’ll be done by tomorrow,” He gently stated. “It took me months to make,” San nodded his head at the words. “The managers can search for a replacement shirt in case it’s not ready,” M/N paused before slowly nodding his head. “Okay,” He carefully stated.

San had talked with the group as M/N had gone to grab his stuff. He’d promised he’d be fine, and it’d be worth it. Yet, sitting in silence as M/N skillfully worked, he wasn’t so sure. “I didn’t mean to break it,” He gently confessed. They hadn’t spoken since he’d come back. M/N paused, catching his gaze before gently speaking. “I know. I’m sorry for getting so upset,” He tucked his head back down, working on more stitches. “They were stupid. You had every right to be upset,” San muttered. M/N chuckled, looking up for a split second before looking back down. “It’s a really pretty piece,” San’s soft voice making Minjun smile. “Thank you. I was glad when they asked me to make something for you,” He muttered. San’s ears perked up at the words. His head turning to the side as he gave a gummy smile. “Really? Why?” M/N couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “I’ve been a fan for a while. They have me stuck making clothes for Maddox most days,” San chuckled before his eyes widened. “Wait! You did his MAMA outfit?!” M/N chuckled and nodded, not bothering to look up. 

San twirled in his outfit. “It looks good,” M/N muttered, leaning against one of the walls in the dressing room. “Good? It looks fucking great. Your work is amazing,” M/N couldn’t help but blush red at the words. They’d spent most of the night and morning talking about how cool each other’s work was. M/N could help but fanboy as the night went on and San couldn’t help but fanboy back. “I’m glad I get to finally wear one of your pieces,” He softly confessed. M/N chuckled. “It looks great on you. Good luck tonight,” He stated, moving to leave. “Wait!” San’s voice echoed through the room loudly. “I-Uh-” San offered his phone to the other. M/N couldn’t help but raise a brow. “For future work,” He muttered, a blush growing on his face. M/N giggled loudly at the words. He gave the other his number before speaking, “For future work,” The words making San smile. “And maybe more,” He gently confessed. A gummy smile made its way to M/N’s face. “Hopefully more,” He gently confessed. Without another word, he gave the other a wink and slipped out the door.

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Asks + Update

Hello ^-^ First off, starting next week I will finally be in my new apartment. I will be able to post way more often. Please bear with me until then.

In regard to Asks, I am a X male writer. I do not feel comfortable writing female smut scenes or female scenes in general. If you would like a gender-neutral story, just put it in your Ask.

I am mostly a Ateez writer, but I also feel comfortable writing for Stray kids, Seventeen and NCT. Please dm/ask with any questions <3

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Mingi "I like your glasses"

Hello ^_^ Mingi has been on my mind lately. Especially the gif I used... Enjoy <3

Soft Mingi smut. Just pure smut.

DM/Requests open

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In no way does this represent Mingi irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: No plot, just smut, Gay, Soft, Smut, Cooing.

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Mingi chuckled as M/N’s face flushed bright red. “You like my glasses?” He questioned, gently rubbing circles into the other’s thigh as he waited for a reply. The other said nothing, making him laugh. “M/N-ah,” He softly cooed, moving his head to nip softly at the other’s neck. A gasp filled the air before M/N was softly muttering something. Mingi hadn’t caught what had been said but he knew the other was brushing off his comment from earlier. 

Mingi allowed his hands to trail down to the other’s ass and give a squeeze. He gently yanked M/N towards him, allowing the other to feel how hard he was getting. “Hyung!” The words were whispered before M/N put his head in the crook of the other’s neck. Mingi chuckled at the action. “You’re sitting on my lap. You think I don’t know you’re hard?” The teasing words made M/N shudder. Mingi groaned as M/N’s hands found their way to his chest. 

“I love when you wear my shirt,” He knew the confession had M/N blushing without even seeing the other’s face. M/N allowed Mingi’s hands to trail across his body without a whine. He moaned quietly as Mingi’s hand landed over his clothed boner, gently rubbing and tugging. “Hyung, Hwa-Hyung will kill us-” Mingi gave a rough tug as he spoke. “I don’t care,” M/N pulled back, quickly searching for Mingi’s lips. He was desperate. Mingi knew that; he was desperate too. He allowed the other to moan into his mouth as he played with the younger. Mingi pulled away, offering his fingers in return. “Wet them, M/N-ah,” 

M/N wasted no time in sucking the other’s fingers as Mingi used his free hand to pull M/N’s boxers down. “Such a good boy for me,” Mingi cooed. He removed his fingers, moving to put them to use. He was stopped by M/N, the other grabbing his wrist to stop him. “N-No, I want you,” Mingi groaned at the words. “Fuck, M/N-ie,” Mingi pulled M/N into a heated kiss as his hands fumbled to move his own boxers down. M/N wrapped his hand around the other with ease. Moans spilled from Mingi’s lips as he tried to buck his hips up. M/N pulled away, halting his movements. “Please fuck me, Hyung,” 

Mingi groaned at the words, blindly nodding his head. He helped the other line himself up and sink down gently. Mingi couldn’t help but throw his head back in pleasure. “Feel so good, M/N-ah,” The choked-out words making M/N whimper. “So big, Hyung,” Mingi wrapped his hands around the other’s waist, bucking his hips up into the other. M/N dipped down to nip at the other’s neck. “Fuck, you look so hot in glasses,” The blunt words making Mingi chuckle softly. M/N dug his nails into the other’s shoulders as he whined out in pleasure. Heavy panting and skin slapping filled the otherwise silent room. Mingi rubbed circles into the other’s waist as he bucked up into the other. “Taking me so well,” He muttered, moving to mark the other’s neck.

Mingi knew he was affecting the other. He could feel the other tighten on him as he moaned. “Like being marked up?” He questioned. M/N nodded his head dumbly at the words. Mingi wasn’t even sure if the other could hear him. They hadn’t fucked in forever. It usually didn’t take a lot to get the other going but he seemed extra sensitive today. Mingi wouldn’t be surprised if he had made the other already cock dumb. M/N whined as he allowed Mingi to speed up his movements. “So good to me, M/N-ie. So good,” M/N moaned at the words, muttering something incoherent. “Be louder, M/N-ah,” Mingi cooed.

“H-Hyung, I’m close,” Mingi tightened his grip at the words. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” The dirty words spilling from Mingi’s lips with ease. M/N simply whimpered at the other’s words. “I’m gonna cum. P-please cum in me. I want your cum,” Mingi hissed at the words. “Want me to fill you up?” M/N gave a loud groan at the words. Mingi didn’t need to look down to see the other had cum on the both of them. Mingi grunted as he sped up. M/N’s whiny whimpers encouraging him. “Gonna be a good boy and let me fill you up? Gonna take my cum?” The words were a hissed jumble of words. Mingi’s grip on M/N’s hips were tight as he grunted loudly. “I-fuck. I-I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up,” With a loud groan, Mingi stilled deep in the other. Their heavy breathing the only thing filling the air. 

Mingi threw his head back, making eye contact with M/N. “I feel bad for cumming so fast,” M/N chuckled at the words. “I don’t. Hyung, you look so fucking hot in those glasses,” Mingi laughed at the confession. He carefully helped M/N sit up, slipping out of the other gently. Cum gently dripped on the couch. Mingi groaned as he rushed to grab tissues. “Now, Hwa-Hyung will kill us,” The words making M/N laugh. “It was worth it,” He stated, sending Mingi a wink.

[cozytief]

Hongjoong "You're on your worst behavior"

Hello ^_^ More hard boi thoughts. Enjoy <3

Hongjoong needs to get everyone ready. M/N makes that impossible.

DM/Requests open.

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In no way does this represent Hongjoong irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Gay, Kissing/Make out, Grinding, Implied quickie?

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Hongjoong sighed as he rushed Wooyoung towards the makeup artist. “Wooyoung-ah, I told you already to get your makeup done,” The younger male gave a random excuse, sitting as instructed. Hongjoong sighed as he noticed San fighting with Mingi. Both bickering over who’d been on the couch first. “San-ie, please get dressed, we’re late. Mingi-ah, go get your makeup done,” Both grumbled at the words. “Hongjoong-Hyung, can you please help me?” M/N voice echoed from one of the dressing rooms. Sighing, Hongjoong sent Seonghwa a look. “I’ll get them together, go help M/N-ie,” Hongjoong smiled softly at Seonghwa before making his way towards the younger. “M/N-ah?” He questioned, knocking on the stall. 

The stall door opened and Hongjoong was roughly pulled in. His eyes trailing over the other. The outfit the designers had chosen was tight fitting. It was different from the usual loose good boy outfit the younger was always put in. Hongjoong smiled, letting his hands trail over the other’s outfit. “This looks great, M/N-ie,” The said male giggled. “Thanks, Hyung,” Without another word, M/N turned. He reached back, pulling Hongjoong’s arms around him to reach his jean zipper and button. “I need help getting it zipped,” Hongjoong felt breathless, carefully playing with the other’s zipper. “You’re on your worst behavior,” The words making M/N giggle.

“Am I?” His head turning to catch Hongjoong’s lips in a kiss. The other groaned at the action, pulling M/N back against him. M/N simply whimpered at the other’s action. M/N pulled away first, breathing heavy. “Hyung,” The breathless plea. Hongjoong didn’t waste a second in connecting their lips again. He turned M/N so they were finally facing each other. He pulled away to nip lightly at the younger’s neck. It took everything in him to not bruise the other’s neck. He wanted everyone to see what he could do to the other but he knew the makeup artists would kill him. “Hyung, I want more,” The blunt words making Hongjoong giggle. “I know, baby,” He allowed his hand to slip down to the other’s hard on. He gave a gentle squeeze, a sly smirk growing on his face. 

A rough knock made Hongjoong pull back. “Joong-ah, they want us soon,” Seonghwa’s warning making him groan. “Tell them we need time,” M/N whispered in his ear quietly. Hongjoong smirked, eyes landing on M/N’s. Would they even have time for a quickie? He opened his mouth but paused as M/N gently played with his shirt, a silent plea. “We’ll be out soon, Hwa-ah,” Hongjoong muttered. He quickly dipped down to kiss M/N once more. “You’re a brat,” The words falling out between kisses. M/N simply hummed in agreement, grabbing the other tightly.