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Last updated 01/02/25 13:48 PST

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Series

Massage series - ♥︎

Hongjoong

Nothing yet...

Seonghwa

2:18am - ★

Yunho

Untitled - ♥︎

Yeosang

1:49am - ♥︎

San

Nothing yet...

Mingi

Saved by the Beep? - ➷

Wooyoung

Nothing yet...

Jongho

She's on a Mission - ♥︎

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: classmate!yunho x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, angst, nonidol!yeosang, afab!reader, talks of insecurities and body dysmorphia, size kink?, fingering (fem receiving), finger choking, choking, use of pentnames (baby), lmk if I missed anything. SYNOPSIS: when yunho turns up at your house out of the blue you accidentally expose your biggest insecurities (at his behest), and he ends up showing you that you are so much more than your thoughts. RATING: 18+ (MDNI)

A/N: WHEN IS IT MY TURN. my apologies if anyone is triggered by the insecurities, I may have been projecting in this pic. there will be a part 2 - eventually.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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In the space of about twenty minutes, things had taken an unexpected turn.

For the worst?

Absolutely not!

In the middle of your second rerun of Bridget Jones' Diary, you hear a knock at the door.

Who's still here during break? You were sure everyone from your class had gone home for the holidays.

Scurrying to the door, you check through the peephole and almost pass out when you see who's there.

Jeong Yunho?

The six foot something man, known throughout your university as the perfect boy who you could take home to your parents and they'd love him more than you. Every girl who had eyes was after him, and so were you. Except you knew there was no point in trying, so admiring from a far was your best bet.

You'd often see him in the library, studying in the middle of the tables in the centre of the room, or across the lecture hall.

But you were always too afraid to approach him, seeing as there was always a line of girls waiting for the right moment to pounce on him. There was never really much point, so it was best not to get your hopes up on something so futile.

"Hi." Yunho says, as you open up the door to see his beaming face.

"Hi." you answer, admiring his round cheeks and his beautiful smile.

It was very easy for someone to fall in love with a man like Yunho, he was just so flawless. Quite literally anyones ideal type.

"Can I come in?" he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets, the tops of his ears flushing a light shade of red.

"Oh, er, sure." You say, fumbling with the door slightly, letting him in.

Yunho takes off his shoes, and places them delicately against the wall before taking a seat, cross-legged, next to you on the couch.

"Is your roommate home?" he asks tentatively, looking around.

"No. She's gone home for the holidays." You say, picking up the remote, "Are you not going home too?"

Yunho shook his head.

"Oh." You say, debating whether to press play through the rest of the movie.

You sit there in silence for what feels like an eternity before you say something.

"Can I ask you something?" you hesitate.

"Sure." He says, cocking his head towards yours.

"Why are you here?" you blurt out, not sure how else to ask.

Yunho's eyes widen at your candor.

"No, I- not in like a why are you here way. I just-" you facepalm yourself trying to find the right words for this moment, "I mean like, you know. We've never spoken, and I didn't know you knew where I lived, so is this all one big coincidence that you appeared at my door?"

Yunho hangs his head slightly, his shoulder moving up and down slightly as he lets out a small chuckle.

"No, not really a coincidence." he says, looking up at you, "If I'm honest, I had to ask around to find out where you lived."

It was your turn for your eyes to widen in shock.

"Not in a stalker, creepy way, I promise. More of a, classmate seeing classmate sitting in the corner of the library studying like there's no tomorrow and wanting to be friends." he says.

"You want to be my friend?" you ask.

"Something like that."

"I see."

"Is that wrong? Because I can leave and we can pretend this didn't happen."

"Nonono, it's just- I wish you could've come at a better time when I didn't look like an emotional wreck after crying my eyes out to a 2000s romcom for the second time this week." you say, motioning to the paused film on your television, "Not making a good first impression, am I?"

"Don't worry. This isn't my first impression of you."

And awkward feeling of tension suddenly fills you.

What did he mean by that?

"Why do you watch these if they make you cry?" he asks.

You stare blankly at the screen for a second, and then at him, unsure of how to respond.

"I don't know." you say, "I think it's because I know I won't find the kind of love you see in these films."

Yunho raises his eyebrows.

"I know, I know, it sounds so silly. Makes it sound like I'm looking for you to say "nooo, you'll find someone someday." But I've heard so many people say that to me that its just become meaningless now." you say, "I feel like romance is dead because people these days don't know what romance is."

You look over at Yunho half expecting him to run out of the house at how crazy you are for dumping all of this intellectually emotional bs on him within the first five minutes of speaking.

Instead, he says something that shocks you.

"Keep going."

You stare at him like he just handed you his left kidney and told you to eat it.

"Are you going to speak? Or is your jaw just gonna keep hanging out like that?" he asks.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." You say, fixing your face, "Erm, like I don't know but its always made sense in my head that guys today won't understand romance because they don't watch romance films because they're not the target audience for these genres. And because of this, I think it's a little hard to expect romance in real life."

"I see."

"And I think it doesn't help that I'm not exactly a conventionally attractive person, which means the small fraction of romantic guys wouldn't even look my way." you say, hanging your head in shame, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trauma dump on you."

"No, it's okay. Actually, I think I can help you with something." he say, getting up from the sofa, and walking towards the floor length mirror that was placed near the door, "Come here."

You slowly get up and follow him, wondering what he about to help you with.

"Can I touch you?" he asks, his hands ghosting the tops of your shoulders.

You can touch me anywhere you want, you think to yourself.

You nod slowly, as he places both his hands on your shoulders, and guides you to face the mirror. You feel his chest against your back and you're suddenly aware of how tall he actually is.

His frame dwarfs yours in size, practically looking over you like a mountain.

"Look in this mirror" he says, "and I want you to tell me everything you think is unattractive to you."

You crane your neck in confusion to look at him, but he grabs your chin and turns you back to look at yourself in the mirror.

"Fine." You say, yielding to his touch which makes your knees weak, "Lets start from the top then shall we? My hair is too flat, it gets greasy too quickly, my hairline looks odd, my forehead is too big, my eyebrows are too far apart, my nose is weird, my lips are too small, my cheeks are too puffy."

Taking a deep breath, you continue on, as Yunho's face darkens.

"My shoulders are too wide, I have a large ribcage, my stomach... well I don't need to tell you that one, my thighs are the size of a small planet, the hip dips are very much dipping, is that enough or shall I keep going?" you say, looking at Yunho through the mirror.

"You know there's a word for all of this right?" Yunho says, his hands travelling down your arms to grip you by the waist.

You inhale sharply, your eyes threatening to close to feel his hands with more intensity.

You'd spent many an evening staring at his slender fingers on his computer while you were sat studying in the library. Wondering what it would feel like to hold them, to touch them, and other things that weren't exactly study session appropriate.

"Body dysmorphia." he says, breaking you out of your trance.

You roll your eyes at those words, trying to break free from the tight grip on you.

"Look, I don't want to sound mean, but I really don't want to be trauma dumping on you right now, we've known each other for like five minutes."

Yunho's hands would not let go of you, instead, one travelled down to the waistband of your sweats.

"I think we've known each other for longer though, don't you?" he whispers into the shell of your ear, "You don't think I've seen you in the library, staring at me but then pretending you don't see me? Or in the lecture hall when you take a moment to walk past me to your seat, stopping for maybe a second to wonder whether you should sit near me? I've seen it all."

His hand reaches the waistband and pulls it from your body, before snapping it agains your skin.

"What are you-"

"I really didn't want to do this the first time we met, but someone really ought to show you just how beautiful you are." he says, his other hands coming up to grab your chin to make sure you keep looking at yourself, while the other dips into your sweats to play with the hem of your underwear, "If you don't want this, tell me right now, and I can leave and we can pretend this never happened."

"No, I- please."

"Please what?" he asks, his eyes burning through the mirror.

"Please touch me." you say, reminding him of the question that got you into this mess in the first place.

He smiles, "You're so cute, you know that?" he says, as his hand slips into your underwear as he palms your core.

Letting your head fall back onto his chest, you let out a breathy sigh as you feel him slowly rub at your clit.

"Look at yourself." he says, his hand moving your face back to parallel the mirror once again, "You're so beautiful. The way your eyebrows scrunch when you're staring at the textbooks on your study table, or how you bit your lip when you're frustrated. Makes me wonder what they'd feel like on mine."

Yunho's fingers found their way to your hole, plunging the first slowly into your gummy walls.

A loud moan escapes you, as your eyes squeeze shut, relishing the feeling of his first digit inside you. Your head involuntarily swings back onto his chest again as he uses a second finger to scissor you open slowly.

"I thought I told you to look at yourself." he says, his hand suddenly at your throat, cutting off your airways ever so slightly so that you could feel a small buzz in your head.

A string of incoherent babbles exits your mouth as Yunho pushes you forward, your cheek hitting the cool glass.

"Yunho-ah." You moan out as he presses his entire bodyweight against you, his erection very obviously pushing into your behind.

His fingers come out of you as he taps your lips. You oblige as you let the feeling of his fingers covered in your essence enter your mouth.

"Pretty girls deserve to feel good, right?." Yunho said, his breath hot against your neck as he sucked on a small spot under your ear.

Unable to speak with your mouth full, a small moan forces its way out of you.

"Pretty girls should always say thank you as well, right?" he teases, licking a strip up your neck.

You gasp at the feeling of his saliva, choking on the fingers still inside your mouth.

"Aw, poor baby can't speak?" he says, as you hear the sound of his jeans unzipping.

Oh, its going to be a long night.

[songsanpotato]

1:49am

PAIRING: boyfriend!yeosang x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 151

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!yeosang, afab!reader, blowjob, nursing blowjob, tit sucking, lmk if I missed anything. SYNOPSIS: Nursing blowjob. That's it. RATING: 18+ (MDNI)

A/N: NOTHING MAKES ME MORE WEAK IN THE KNEES THEN TO SEE A BIG STRONG MAN CRUMBLE IN THE MOST VULNERABLE WAY POSSIBLE. UGH. WONDERFUL. WISH MEN WEREN'T SO WORRIED ABOUT BEING SO MANLY CONSTANTLY.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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"Shh, it's okay." You say as you watch your boyfriend's big, strong demeanour crumble in seconds.

You're not exactly sure how you got to this position, Yeosang's head lay perpendicular to yours, in your lap as he suckles on your nipple, while your arm reaches over and pumps his cock. But what you do know is that seeing his rippling muscles tensing every time your hand moved, made you so very wet underneath him.

The feeling of Yeosang's mouth attached to your tit, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple sent you into a daze; the moans bubbling up in his throat only adding more sensation.

"That's it." you say, watching his eyes shut tightly, content with this moment.

Your free hand comes to play with Yeosang's hair, softly cradling his head. Beautiful, you think to yourself.

How can such a muscular man look so angelic in such a dirty position?

[songsanpotato]

She's on a Mission

PAIRING: secret agent!jongho x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: smut, co-agent!jongho, female!reader, afab!reader, use of a consent system, thigh riding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do it guys), degrading, oral stimulation (m receiving), edging, (slight) brain fog, everything is consensual, choking, power dynamics, voyeurism (if you squint), lots of swearing, couple of pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader puts her foot on jongho's dick, jongho is tied to a chair the entire time lmk if I miss any SYNOPSIS: You and Jongho are both secret agents, but after both being made, you pretend to double cross him, which apparently includes torture in a very promiscuous way. RATING: R(+18) - MDNI

A/N: Inspired by that spy movie with Melissa Mcarthy, Jason Statham and Jude Law. It's a very cool film, 7.5/10, would recommend. ALSO JONGHO'S THIGHS! Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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"Well well well, what do we have here?" you say, slinking into the dingy room.

The smell of damp filled your nostrils as you step over the broken pieces of glass and wood on the floor. The room was fairly small, no windows, but two large iron bars spanned the top of the ceiling. A singular light bulb in the centre, held up by a tiny wire that looked like it was on the edge of its life. And in the centre of the room, lit dimly by this dying light, was Choi Jongho.

"You bitch. You sold me out." He spat, as you stalked towards him, your floor length dress shrouding your legs.

His body, bound to rickety wooden chair by intricately tight knots, tensed with anger.

How do I tell him?

Stopping right in front of him, you scan the corners of the room for cameras.

1, 2, 3.

One in the top corner.

One by the door.

One on the floor by the rotting planks of wood that would've been used for a fireplace.

All with audio recording no doubt.

"Good to see you too." You smirk, circling Jongho, and finally finding a resting spot behind his back, your arms ghosting over his shoulders.

"Get off me." He says, struggling to avoid your contact.

You lean down, so that your ear only just makes contact with the shell of his ear.

"I need you to listen to me very closely." You whisper, "They sent me in here to torture you, by playing with your dick or something, I don't know I wasn't listening. There's three cameras, on your five, eight and twelve, all with sound too, because let's be real, these guys mean business."

Jongho tries cranes his head to look at you, but gives up in frustration.

You and Jongho are special agents in a secret organisation, sent in together to infiltrate a crime syndicate and bring in as much intel about their next moves. Unfortunately, you got caught first, after being made by a security guard, but thanks to your great improv and thinking on the spot, you managed to convince them, and a room full of other criminals that you knew everything about, that you actually worked for their boss, and was sent here to do the work that the men could not. Everything was going according to plan. What you hadn't planned for, was for Jongho to be caught too.

"I need you to play along, hate me as much as you can, fight whatever it is I decide to do. I am very sorry for what I'm about to do, but I just need to make sure they don't hurt you anymore than you need to be. Blink once to yes, blink twice for no. Do you understand?" You ask as you grab Jongho's chin and wait for a sign.

He blinked once as you continue to whisper under your breath.

"I'm going to touch you. Is that okay?" you whisper, licking the shell of his ear.

Keep it together, you're still being watched.

Jongho blinks once, and you removed your hands from his shoulders.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do? Kill me?" Jongho sneered.

"Oh baby, I can do so much worse than that." You respond keeping up your sultry act, placing a heel directly onto his crotch, and digging in.

You watch Jongho's face turn bright red and pray that the cameras only capture black and white footage.

"Don't think I didn't see the way you looked at me when you first walked in." You say, grabbing his chin, forcing him to hold eye contact with him, "Practically eye-fucking the moment you saw me."

"Fuck off." He breathes heavily.

"Maybe I should return the favour, only this time, I'll fuck you for real." You say, looking at him, blinking thrice in deliberate motions.

Jongho look back at you and blinks once back.

Okay, breathe. You can do this.

It wasn't a secret to either of you that you had a massive crush on Jongho. Stuttering over your words when he addressed you, fumbling equipment in the training rooms. You're sure he knew - but he never said anything. Probably out of pity.

Which is why you needed to make sure he was a hundred percent sure he was okay with everything you were doing. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable, because life back at headquarters would be so unbearably awkward.

If you made it back alive.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" you teased, taking your leg off his dick, which was now significantly bulging in his trousers.

Sinking to your knees, you hiss as the coldness of the stone floor hits your skin. Your finger tips trace up his legs, and down his thighs, slowly making their way up to his trouser waistband.

"Get off me!" Jongho shouts in distress.

Your head snaps up to meet his, your eyes widening.

Shit.

Jongho stares back at you and deliberately blinks once.

Oh.

"I don't think you want me to." You relax back into your character and unzipping his trousers and lifting his, now, very erect, cock out from his underwear, "In fact, I think you're enjoying this.

Feeling the weight of him in your palm, you rake your index finger over the top of his ever-reddening tip, watching as Jongho's head falls back, letting out a short sigh.

"Oh, you are enjoying this." You say, your hands beginning to slide up and down his shaft.

"No." Jongho protests, his head swinging forwards to meet your gaze.

"You're making this a little too fun. Maybe I should just leave you here like this, hm?" you say, hands moving faster up the top of his erection, "Leave you here, with your dick out like this? Let those criminals come in laugh at how small it is."

Its definitely not small.

"Listen, please, I'll give you whatever you want, just don't-." Jongho warns, his breathing suddenly becoming short.

Is he going to cum? Already?

"Oh, look at that." You mock, "Already begging?"

He looks so good right now.

Hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead, Jongho's eyes began to roll backwards.

You hastily removed your hands from him, pushing yourself up by his thighs and watching as he whines.

"You didn't think I was going to let you win that easily, did you?" you smirk.

"Fuck off."

"You know, you've said that twice now. Maybe I should." You say, circling him slowly again, "But where's the fun in that?"

"When I get out of these ropes, I'm going to-."

"Going to what?" You interrupt him to mock his original line, "You're going to kill me? Because from what I remember, you say you'd give me anything I want. And right now... I'm feeling very horny."

Technically, I'm not lying.

Jongho takes a deep breath, his eyes widening.

"I'm going to ride you, then I might suck you off, and then I might ride you again. And that whole time, you will not be able allowed to come. It'll be just like walking on the edge of a cliff on a windy day, never knowing when you might just let yourself go. But just know, I don't care how much you beg, how much you want to, you will not cum. Understood?" You say.

When he did not answer, you grab his cheeks and squish them together in one hand, your frame looming over his.

"Understood?" You repeat yourself in a harsher tone.

Jongho's head nods frantically, his eyes heavily lidded, with defeat or lust, you could not tell.

"Keep being mean. Say something else." You whisper into his ear as you swing your leg over his lap, and place yourself on his thigh.

Letting out a content sigh, you watch Jongho's jaw tense.

"So this has been your plan since the very beginning hm?" he says, watching as you begin to shift your weight against his thigh.

"And what would that be?" You say in between breaths, as your clothes core brushes against the large muscle of his leg.

"You sold me out so you could get your pussy wet." Jongho stares daggers into you, flexing his thigh muscle, secretly enjoying the show unfolding in front of him.

"What are you talking about?" You pant, relishing the extra stimulation that your panties were adding to your aching bundle of nerves.

"I bet your boss would love to know about how you've been doubling crossing me."

What is he doing?

"Every time you've stared at me from across the training centre, wishing you could come over and rip my clothes off."

Fuck. Is he blowing my cover?

"Shut up." You say, you hand slamming over his mouth.

The two of you, in silence, apart from the occasional gasp that escapes your throat, watch each other with an intensity that could rival being a meter away from the sun; burning into each other's souls.

All this eye contact was going straight to your heads and you could feel that knot beginning to form in your stomach. One hand grabbing Jongho's shoulder, and the other gripping the base of his cock, you squeeze him as you pick up the speed against him.

Jongho watches as your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing. He wants to lean forward and kiss your neck but can't because of the rope.

You let out a moan as you let yourself crash into your impending orgasm, thigh trembling, breath shaky.

"You are a good little fuck toy, aren't you?" You ask, watching as Jongho's eyes grow with anticipation of your next move, "What else are you good at?"

Eying his raging boner, still standing strong, you lift your hips up.

"I think it's time, don't you?" You say.

Moving your soaking panties out of the way, you impale your aching hole straight onto his dick, the overstimulation from your last orgasm fading ever so slowly and the slick making it easy for Jongho to enter.

Oh my god, this feels so good.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that were true, both of you would've fucked years ago. Jongho looked like there was nothing he wanted more than to bust out of these ropes and fuck you like a rabid animal in heat on the dirty floor. And if you could read his thoughts, they'd just be listing off all the different positions and places that he wanted to make love to you in. Sweet love, rough sex, everything.

And as you mindlessly fucked yourself on him, you were starting to lose focus on the real reason you were here. Letting your head fall onto his shoulder, you desperately moan into his neck.

"Jongho, please, I need you to say something. I'm going to lose it otherwise and then we'll both die."

"At least we'll both die doing something we wanted." he whispers into your hair.

You didn't quite catch what he said because you were to busy trying to focus on not absolutely falling apart on Jongho's cock.

"For someone who was sent in to torture me, it almost looks as if you're the one who's being tortured." he says, trying to get through to you, "What are you doing sweetheart? Trying to stop yourself from cumming?"

You lift your head back up, swallowing the moan that was bubbling in your throat, silently thanking Jongho with your eyes, as you try and ground yourself to reality.

Oh Jongho, I'm so sorry.

You bring your hands up and place them on the sides of his neck, lightly choking him, making sure to squeeze the sides and not the front; otherwise he may actually die.

And that would be necrophilia.

No thank you.

Rolling his head back again, Jongho's chest heaves at the new feeling of air loss, his head feeling foggy.

"Such big talk for a little boy who likes being choked." You smile, taking a mental photograph of the look of his face in this moment, "Hm? You like that? You like being choked?"

You pull Jongho by his neck towards you so that both your foreheads stick together. To anyone who'd be watching this, they'd think you hate each other, and this was purely an act to see which one of you would come out on top. But you both knew this was so much more than just an act.

Your walls begin to clench around Jongho's length, in which he responds with a tensing in his hips that almost bucks him further into your hole.

"I can't do this." You whisper to him, "I need to stop."

"No, no, keep going, you're doing so well for me." Jongho urges you.

"No, I can't. They're going to know." You pant in between bounces, "I need to leave so it actually looks like I've tortured you. You know, like edging or whatever."

"Please, don't. I need this, I need you." He says.

Does he mean that romantically or does he just want me to get him out of here?

"I'll come back, I promise." You say, slipping yourself off his shaft and tidying up your skirt, trying desperately to recover your posture.

As you turn to leave, you hear Jongho yell out in anger.

"Don't bother, we both know you loved this." you say turning on your heels, watching smugly as his still red erection stood full-mast out of his pants, angrily leaking with pre-cum before winking and swaying out of the room.

Fuck. How do I get us out of this one?

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!seonghwa x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 0.6k (didn't do very well this time did I?)

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, boyfriend!yeosang, female!reader, afab!reader, non-penetrative sex, dry humping, uses of petnames (sweetheart), lmk if I miss any SYNOPSIS: Seonghwa asks you to give him a massage to sort out his injury, but he ends up giving you something much better. Was that his original intention? We'll never know. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: so im ngl, I rushed this one, but I'll get back to it at some point because ik its not great. Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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"Y/n?" Seonghwa shouts into the emptiness of the house, "Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here." You say from your shared bedroom.

"I need your help with something." He says, walking into the room.

His right hand was clutching the side of lower neck, just between the ridge of his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" you ask, putting down the book you'd be reading, to sit up straight on the bed.

"So funny story," he begins to explain as he drops his bag on the floor, "Mingi thought it would be a good idea for him and Wooyoung to throw a box at me, and I guess it just hit me weird."

"It's alway those two, isn't it?"

"You sound like Hongjoong."

"What can I say, he's had an influence on me." you smile.

"Did Hongjoong ever influence you to give your lovely boyfriend a massage to sort out his problem." he says, sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging off his hoodie.

"Do I get something in return?" you ask playfully, rubbing the side of Seonghwa's neck.

"Whatever you want sweetheart, just please keep doing that."

"Feels okay?"

"More than okay."

You kneed into the side of his collarbone as Seonghwa lets out a small moan.

"You seem to be enjoying this a little bit too much. Maybe I should stop." You tease.

"No- please, don't." Seonghwa says, his neck falling to one side to allow you continue.

A short whine exits his mouth as you remove your fingers from him. The whine was short lived as you place a small kiss on the juncture of his neck.

"Come here." He says, turning his body and lifting you up to place you on his lap.

You squeal as his hands don't move from your waist, and instead grip them intensely.

"Keep going." He whispers, watching you there his eyelashes.

You slowly bring you arms up to his neck again. This time you see how Seonghwa's eyes close, his head falling backwards as he lets out another moan. You shift forwards slightly and feel the beginnings of the erection beginning to form in his sweats.

"Oh my god y/n-" he moans, bringing his head back to yours and engulfing you in open-mouthed kiss, his hands rocking you back and forth slowly on his lap.

Your breathing hitches as the layers of clothes apply friction to your sweet spot and you realise you're a lot more turned on than you realised. Maybe it was from the clothes, maybe it was from the beautiful sounds that your boyfriend was making. Either way, it as bringing you to the precipice almost too quickly.

Moaning into Seonghwa's mouth, you feel your climax hit you too soon. Head swinging back, jaw slack and your hands tightly gripping his hair, you let the feeling wash over you. Seonghwa's mouth attaches itself to the column of your neck as he sucks a purple bruise onto it.

Your whole legs trembling, you look down at your boyfriend, your hands running through his hair.

"I got you to cum without even taking my clothes off. New record." He smiles sweetly, his arms engulfing you into a tight hug, his head resting against your chest.

"You know that would have been really cute if you didn't then bury your head in-between my boobs and say new record. Actually scratch that, none of that was cute."

"But you love me anyway." Seonghwa says, squishing his face further into your chest

"Of course I do."

Seonghwa looks up at you from in between your tits.

"So... round 2 without the clothes?"

[songsanpotato]

Saved by the Beep?

PAIRING: university classmate!mingi x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.5k (got a bit carried away)

WARNINGS: mostly fluff, suggestive behaviour, SEXUAL TENSION, teasing, flirting, power dynamics?, everything is consensual SYNOPSIS: After making you cry in class, Mingi surprises you with a visit

A/N: I love a man who isn't afraid to cry, but unfortunately, not many of those exist any more :( maybe I'll write a pt2? who knows. Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

Link to masterlist

"Coming!" You shout from your bed room as someone rings your doorbell.

It's a rainy Thursday night and you've just dried your hair after taking the most relaxing everything shower you've ever had.

University life is stressful - especially when a certain guy in your class, who you may or may not have had a crush on since the moment you met him, decided to call you untalented in front of the entire class.

Mingi was his name. Turning up to every lesson is the most non-slutty slutty outfits that a man could ever wear. His large shoulders, chest and his tiny whorish waist constantly on display through his tight t shirts. You weren't surprised you fell for him but you knew you could not tell anyone - that's a sign of weakness.

Instead, you resorted to playful teasing and banter, which he readily engaged in. But something about the way he'd called you untalented at the class hangout before lesson made it feel as if he was being serious. Unable to contain your realisation in that moment, you excused yourself from room and walked to the bathroom without trying to arouse any suspicion that you could actually be feeling upset.

Washing your face, making sure to erase any signs that you had been crying, you head back to the classroom and stay quiet for the rest of the lesson. At the end, Mingi comes over to you.

"Are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, forcing a smile on your face as you quickly walk out the door and back to your apartment.

After eating what may well have been a lifetime supply of gyozas from your freezer, you decided today would be a self care day as you watch the clouds begin to darken outside and the rain begin to fall.

That's why you found it confusing that anyone would be at your door at this time. Your apartment was a little way away from anyone else's that you knew.

You open the door to find a soaking wet Mingi stood in front of you.

"Mingi what are-" you start before being interrupted as Mingi wraps his arms around your frame, dwarfing you in the process.

It catches you off guard, as you feel yourself stop breathing. When you finally manage to tell your brain to keep breathing, your other senses kick in. He smells so good, he always smells good. His hair tickles the side of your neck as you realise he's crying.

Mingi never cries.

He made that very clear before when you jokingly told him to cry after he feigned sadness.

"Hey, it's okay. Let it out, it's okay." you say, unable to move your hands to comfort him in any sort of way because his arms were still tightly wrapped around you.

"I'm sorry." He sniffles into your neck.

"Huh?" You say.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Mingi babbles, a constant string of sorries tumbling out of his mouth.

Shimmying out his grasp, you manage to free yourself and grab his face.

"Mingi, breathe."

"I-"

"I said breathe, not speak."

When you finally see him take a deep breath, you begin to speak.

"Come inside." You begin, "You're drenched."

Guiding him inside, you point to the bathroom.

"Take a shower, I'll leave a towel and some clothes at the door." you say softly.

He nods slowly and slumps towards the bathroom. When you finally hear the lock click and the shower begin to run, you let your emotions overcome you as you steady yourself against the wall.

What just happened?

No time to stand and think, you need to find him some clothes. Mingi was a giant of a man compared to you. None of your clothes would fit him.

Frantically searching through your wardrobe, you pull out the largest shirt you had, a gift from your mum that she had sent in a care package after your second week at university.

That'll do. Now, trousers?

You try and find the largest pair of sweatpants you could find, with no success.

Now what?

Your internal panic begins to increase as you hear the shower turn off. Running towards the bathroom door, you leave the tent of a shirt and a towel on the floor. Gently knocking on the door, you speak.

"Hey, so I don't have any bottoms for you because you know- you're huge so if you pass me your clothes, I can put them in the dryer while you get changed?" you offer.

You hear the lock click and watch as steam escapes the doorway and Mingi's arm outstretched hands you his clothes which have obviously been wrung out in the sink.

Bless him, he tried.

"Shirt and towel are at the door." You say, turning on your heels and walking towards your dryer and throwing his damp clothes in. Turning it on, you flop down on your sofa and decide to doom scroll through your instagram feed. You need this time to ground yourself somewhere in reality, why not let it be in other people's reality.

And just as you were about to question whether this was all real happening or not, Mingi appears in the doorway of the living room.

His usual demeanour was gone, his teasing aura now replaced with something similar to a shy little child. Staring down at his feet, you realise why.

Your shirt only just fit him and the towel that was wrapped around his waist hung dangerously low.

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling.

"Come sit." You say, patting the sofa next to you. "Your clothes should be done in like fifteen minutes ish? That depends on whether the dryer wants to be good and actually work, otherwise it may take longer."

You feel the sofa dip as you watch Mingi sit down next to you. His hair still slightly damp, framing his eyes, which now looked heavy, a stark contrast from his usual shiny and outgoing self.

"Are you okay?" You ask quietly, shifting yourself to sit cross-legged in front of him.

"Yeah." He says, his eyes half-lidded.

You can't tell whether it's from sadness or tiredness, but either way, it didn't make you happy.

"What's going on?" you ask, hesitantly.

Mingi just looks at you.

"Look, whatever is going on, clearly is upsetting you. And if you think it has something to do with me, I promise, it's okay." you say as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

"Y/n-"

"If you're about to say you're sorry again, I'm going to kick you out and you can stand outside in that towel."

Mingi's lips curl into a small smile, and you finally relax.

"Every time you apologise, you owe me food. Now talk." you say, leaning your side against the sofa.

"I didn't mean to make you upset, the words just came out of my mouth before I said it and I knew as soon as I said it that it was wrong and-"

"Wait wait," you say, cutting through his rant, "Who said I was upset?"

"You cried didn't you?" he asks, his head tilting to the side, to mirror your body position.

"No I didn't." You lied.

"Yes you did." he counters.

"No, I didn't." You repeat, putting emphases on the words.

"Yes, you did." he mimics you, "Your nose was pink after you came back, and two of your eyelashes were stuck together. You were either crying or you washed your face, and I know for a definite that you were crying because of your nose, and by the way the baby hairs on your hairline were sticking to your forehead, it seemed to me that you washed your face too."

You feel the heat creeping up your face as Mingi's eyes burn holes into yours.

"What about you?" You stammer trying to change the subject, "Why were you wet? Did you walk here or something?"

"I ran actually."

Now it was your turn to stare back at him.

He ran. In the rain. To apologise. Because he made you cry?

Your mind raced with a million things a second, your eyes never leaving Mingi's. You felt the air begin to tense as the eye contact felt a little too uncomfortable.

"Mingi-" you say as you break eye contact to look at the wall behind him.

"Y/n, I need you to understand something." He says shuffling slightly towards you so that his left thigh just touched your crossed legs.

"Okay." You say shrinkingly, suddenly feeling an intense amount of attention on you.

You watch as Mingi's eyelashes flutter as he ghost blinks, taking in your face.

"I ran, in the rain, for you."

"Yes, I put that together." you say.

"Why?" he whispers, tipping his head forward as he leans towards you.

"Why what?" you whisper back.

"Why did I do that?"

You blink for a second, unsure of how to respond. The weight of Mingi's intensely silent stare made you feel uneasy. You breathe a shaky sigh.

"I don't know." You whisper, staring at the floor.

An uncomfortable feeling settled into your body, you needed to get out of whatever this was.

"You don't know?" he leans forwards even more so that if he did it one more time, your noses would touch, "Or you're ignoring it?"

This is too much.

You might have a crush on this man, but that does not mean you know how to handle situations that have an immense amount of tension - sexual tension.

You feel your body begin to move for you, as you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mingi says as you walk towards the door.

"I- er, need to check on the dryer." You say, frantically trying to ignore the pounding of your heart that is settling in your eardrums.

"Y/n." he calls out to you, making you stop in your tracks.

Something about the way he said your name was so enticing. No, you shouldn't be stopping. But you were no longer in control of your body.

You turn around to see Mingi now manspreading across your sofa, his arm up against the back of it, his head tilted to one side.

Oh my god he looks so sexy right now.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts inside your head.

"Please sit back down." He smiles seductively at you.

You don't know whether it's seduction he's going for, or he's just smiling casually. All you know is that you shouldn't do what he's asking you to do. That gives him power, and he's had enough of that for today.

"No." You say, trying to sound confident, but it comes more sheepish.

"I said sit down." he says gently.

Excuse you?

"I'm not a dog." you say, now finding yourself stood right in front of him, trying to assert some kind of dominance over him in this situation.

"No?" He asks, "Then why are you in front of me instead of your dryer."

You swallow the lump in your throat that you didn't know was there. Admitting defeat, you sit back down in your original spot and feel Mingi's eyes burning through you.

"Not there." he says.

"What?"

"Here."

Your eyes follow his hand, watching his free hand tap his thigh. Eyes flicking back up to his face, you watch a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"Okay, no, this is getting out of hand. I'm going to get your clothes and you need to go home." you say, determined to do exactly as you say.

Mingi stands up with you and begins to follow.

"But if you've just dried my clothes, wouldn't it be a waste if I went back home in the rain?" he says, his strides larger than yours as he blocks the doorway with his frame.

"I'll get you an uber or something." You say as you try and move the man out of your path.

He does not budge.

You try squeezing past him but he blocks you.

"Please Mingi just let me get through." you pant slapping his chest.

Who knew that trying to move a man who was built like a brick wall would be so difficult. Surrendering again, you bang your fists against him.

"Stop, that hurts." He says, clearly pretending to be affected as he grabs your wrists.

"That's a shame." You say, trying to free yourself from his grip, "Maybe you should cry about it."

Your attempts at trying to discourage him from whatever he was thinking were all going in vain.

Mingi pushes you by your hands up against the wall beside the door. Closing the gap between the two of you, he leans down, his forehead against yours as he breathes heavily.

"I already told you, I don't cry." he says lowly.

That's not what I saw.

You want to say something. But with Mingi's hands pinning your wrists and his face so close to yours, your throat goes dry.

"Nothing to say now?" Mingi teases, holding eye contact as he guiding your hands up above your head, both of yours held up by one of his as his hand comes down to caress the side of your face, "Good."

His hand grabs the side of your neck, his thumb underneath your earlobe as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your body feels like it's about to give way as fireworks explode in your brain.

Wait no, you can't be doing this.

Your eyes snap open, as you back your face away, struggling against his hand that still gripped your neck and Mingi's lips still against yours

"Mingi, stop-" you say against his mouth.

"You want me to stop?" he says, attaching his lips to the column of your neck.

"Please-" you say, moaning at the feeling of him.

"Because you're telling me to stop," he says, licking a stripe down to your collarbone, causing a shiver to run up your spine, "But your body's are telling me to keep going."

In the heat of the moment, you hadn't realised that your head had instinctively moved to give Mingi more access and he'd let go of your hands and they were now attached to his hair, finger tangled in between his dark locks.

He was right. You did want this. But you couldn't feed his ego anymore.

Slowly kissing back up to your face, he stops before reaching your lips again.

"Y/n." he says.

"Please don't say my name like that." you try and bring yourself back to reality, "And please stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You know what I mean." you say, frustrated.

"Do I? Maybe I just need to all of that again." He says, moving his face towards yours again.

His nose bumps into yours and his lips just ghost over yours when you hear a loud beeping sound.

Your dryer.

Thank god.

Saved by the... beep?

[songsanpotato]

2:18am

PAIRING: boyfriend!seonghwa x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 282

WARNINGS: none really, its just a bunch of tooth-rotting fluff in my opinion :) SYNOPSIS: Even your cute little boyfriend needs help every now and then with a headache that just won't leave him alone.

A/N: Sometimes I just need to write something cute in the middle of smut that my parents would not be proud of seeing. IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

Link to masterlist

"Seonghwa what's going on?" you say as you watch your boyfriend stumble into your room from the reflection of your dimly lit laptop.

"Baby, I need your help please."

"What's going on?" you say, watching him kneel at you legs that are dangled against the end of the bed.

"My head hurts so bad."

"Hwa, you're not a child."

"I know, but it hurts."

"Did you take some medicine?"

"Yeah."

"Have you tried sleeping."

"No."

"Seonghwa-"

"I can't sleep because of the headache. It's like I have a bowel of liquid in my head and if I move it, the headache moves with it."

"What would you like me to do for you?" You coo as you stroke his hair.

"Hm-" he murmurs.

"You want me to keep doing this?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes as he nods slowly.

"Okay, tell you what," you say, pushing yourself up onto the bed, your back against the headboard, "Come here."

You cross your legs and allow for Seonghwa to slowly crawl onto the bed, placing his head into your lap.

"There you go. It's okay." you say.

"You're so pretty you know." he says, beaming up at you.

"Okay, I'm going to touch your head now."

His eyes close as you work up the front of his forehead into his hairline. His eyebrows furrow.

"You doing okay?" you ask.

"Mhm." he says.

You lean down and place a tiny little kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I love you, you know that?" you say as he opens his eyes and stares into your soul.

Looking back at you with his puppy dog eyes, he nods slowly.

"I love you too."

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!yeosang x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 0.8k (short and to the point ig?)

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, boyfriend!yeosang, female!reader, afab!reader, yeosang is so soft for the reader, teensy bit of weight insecurity (yeosang fucks it out of you), mentions of oral fem!recieveing, unprotected sex (before you pour, wrap your score), wall sex lmk if I miss any SYNOPSIS: your lovely boyfriend has just come back from leg day at the gym. nobody said anything about arm day. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

Link to series masterlist

"mh Yeosang, you're going to drop me." you say in between kisses, tasting yourself on his lips.

What was supposed to be a quiet night in with Yeosang turned into possibly the most sensual leg massage you have ever given, after he cam back from the gym, all sweaty, legs aching. So when you pushed him against the wall and trailed your hands down to his legs, feeling them tense up, you knew exactly how this night would end.

Well maybe not exactly.

It was no secret that your boyfriend was STRONG. But when he lifted you up by your waist and slammed you against the wall after eating you out like a starved man, you couldn't help but feel like he was going to drop you. Like you were too heavy.

"No I won't, you're so light." he says, licking the shell of your ear, down to your neck.

You gripped his hair as your head rolled back and hit the wall. Hearing something shift underneath you, you force your eyes open and watch how Yeosang expertly undoes his sweatpants and forces your naked core to grind up against his raging hard on.

"You're not worried are you?" he says, gazing into your eyes as he caresses the side of his face.

You look back at him trying to mask the insecurity in your face, but he knows. He pouts.

"Y/n..."

"I know, I know. You've been going to the gym very often and like I don't want to ruin it for you by making it seem as if you can't carry me because then that would just be saying that you're weak and that you're wasting your time in the gym and-" you start before Yeosang cuts you off with a quick kiss.

"Hey, why are you overthinking this. It's okay." he says, pulling his member out of his underwear.

You look down at him with tears in your eyes.

"Do you still want this?" he says, kissing your forehead.

You nod frantically.

"Are you sure?"

You pull on his hair as you arch your back so that your core dragged over his cock.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he says as he lines himself up with your lower lips.

You pull him in for another kiss as he enters you slowly. The stretch felt good. Amazing. Heavenly. As he bottomed out in you, you felt him drop his head on your shoulder while you squeeze him.

"Hold on." he says as he pulls out and pushes back into you.

"Hold. On. To. What?" you say in between gasps and moans and his dick rams into you.

Your hands fall onto his back and scratch this way onto his skin; he's definitely going to have a sore back. Maybe you could massage that tomorrow too.

You felt his dick hit spots in you that you didn't know you had. This new position had you seeing stars. As you felt the wetness seep out of you, your moans got higher and higher as Yeosang hit that special sweet spot inside of you.

"There it is." he grunts as he begins to attack that spot mercilessly.

The feeling of your entire opening hitting Yeosang's waist felt so good. Your whole body melted, ready for him to shape you anew. As you desperately began to regulate your breathing, you felt his hand come up and grab at your scalp. The sting felt good, mixed with the sensation of bouncing against his dick.

"Go on. Show me how good you feel." he whispers.

You love your boyfriend, and you love it even more when he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while he watches you cum.

You feel the knot in your stomach begin to form as he continues.

"Show me how beautiful you look when I fuck you hm?"

Your legs began to shake against his arms.

"Your face looks so pretty when you cum for me, you know that? Your eyebrows tense a little bit and it makes you look so angelic." he continue.

"Yeosang." you moan out as you feel your second orgasm of the night crash into you like a wave.

Your mind goes blank as you drink in the feeling of Yeosang inside you, nails digging into the swell of his back.

"You okay?" he asks as you begin to regain active consciousness.

You nod slowly as Yeosang puts you down, but keeps you balanced in his arms as he watches your legs almost give way. You look at him and you both giggle.

"You're so cute," you say as you trace your finger down his biceps, "But you may not want to go shirtless for a while."

You stifle a laugh as Yeosang looks at you with pure adornment. It would've been a cute moment had there not been flashes in your mind of his fucking your brains out moments ago.

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!mingi x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!mingi, fem!reader, afab!reader, established realtionship, dry humping? use of petname (sweetheart), reader rides mingi, sex without protection (don't be silly, wrap that willy), ass slapping (only a little), titty sucking, theyre both kinda cutesy, y/n is bold SYNOPSIS: It might be late, but you still have practical homework to do. Mingi, however, seems to think differently. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy! Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

Link to series masterlist

"But Y/n, I'm tired." Mingi pouts

"I know, I know, but it'll only take a minute." you say as u push your shirtless boyfriend face down on the mattress.

"What happens if I fall asleep?"

"Then I'll tickle you awake." you say, climbing over his legs and straddling his lower waist.

"Nooo." Mingi feign screams as he tries to turn around onto his back.

"Hey, stay still." you say, almost falling off.

"What do I get if I do?" He says, his voice dropping an octave.

Ugh, his voice.

"I'll make you cookies, but you'll have to help me open the box with the scales first." you say.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." he says, as he relaxes.

You pick up the oil that was on the side of the bed and lathered it on your hand. warming it up on the palms of your hands and pressing it into his shoulder blades.

"Oooo, that feels good." he groans into the pillow.

"Yeah?" you say, "tell me."

"It feels so good." he responds. "I want to reward you when your done."

You stop for a second, weighing out your options.

You lean forwards, both hands bracing on either side of Mingi's head. One of your arms scoots up to grab his chin and lift his head up so that your lips juts brush over the shell of his ear.

"Can I get an advance on that?" you whisper.

You had no time to react before Mingi spun around, you still somehow on top.

"Are you sure?" he says, looking up at you with those cute little bedroom eyes.

You feel your heart flutter. You love this man.

You begin to slide your hips up and down his toned abdomen, letting out a moan to indicate it was what you needed.

Mingi gripped you by the hips and continued moving you faster.

"Was this your plan the entire time?" he asks, as you slightly graze his clothed cock.

"No. You were the one deciding to think with your dick."

"Oh really now?" he quirks an eyebrow up at you.

You nod back at him.

"So you wanting to oil up your boyfriend's back didn't make you feel horny?"

You blush.

"See, I told you. Get rid of those for me, sweetheart," He says gesturing to your shorts, "and I'll give you what you want."

The adrenaline rushed through your body as you removed you bottom clothes. Mingi came to sit up, pulling your hoodie off and smirking when he saw you had nothing on underneath.

"You did want this to end with sex!" he say.

"Nuh-uh." You say playfully, pushing his chest so that he was lying flat on his back once again.

He giggles before trying to stifle his moan as you pull his member out of his sweatpants.

"How do you want this to go sweetheart?" he says, studying you face.

You pump his length a couple of times and then smile to yourself as you remember something.

"You remember when you shot the Bouncy music video?" you say, your finger playing with his tip.

"Yes..." he says, his head falling back against the pillows.

"There's a specific shot at exactly 2:46. Do you remember it?"

"No. How am I supposed to- oh my god-" he bites his lip as you trail his finger down his length at a slow pace.

"So the saying 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy' doesn't sound familiar to you?" you tease.

"If you want to ride me, just say that." He said impatiently, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Yeah, but see this is the problem, I want you to make me do it."

"Just ride me already."

"Make me."

Mingi grabs your hips, and almost like a ragdoll, positions you above his angry leaking member before forcing you down.

You let out the most porn-worthy moan you've ever heard yourself make. The sting was prominant but bearable as Mingi eyed you intensely.

"This is what you wanted right?" he say, his eyes burning deep into your skull.

You can't feel anything but yourself squeeze your gummy walls around his member; you wear you feel it growing in your stomach.

"Sweetheart? Answer me." he says.

You nod weakly.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worry painting his features.

It was as if he'd turned on a switch inside of you as you started to babble.

"Yes, Mingi. You feel so good inside me. Please wreck me, please. I need it. I need you to take control and fuck me. Please." you say, your mind already clouded with lust.

Mingi's expression shifted and his eyes darkened, "As you wish." he said.

He braced his ankles against the mattress and gripped your waist so tightly before bouncing you up and down, slowly on him. You let out a string of curses and braced your hands on his chest as he picked up the pace, jackhammering inside of you. You felt like a little doll and he railed inside of you like it was an easy task.

"Mingi, I-"

"I can feel you sweetheart. I know."

At his words, your arms couldn't hold themselves up anymore, and you fell flat onto of Mingi's face. The new position allowed his dick to hit a new angle inside of you that felt like heaven.

"You're so big." you babble.

He chuckles between your chest, licking the mound of your boob, before kissing the nipple and then fully making out with it, sparing no saliva. His hands came down to your ass before they slapped both cheeks.

You let out a small yelp as the stinging sensation sent shockwaves right to your core. You felt his hands spread your cheeks open and the feeling of cool air hit your core.

You were so so close.

"Mingi-" You say.

"Cum for me." He muffles, between his makeout session with your boobs, switching every couple of seconds.

And as if by magic, his words tipped you over the edge, sending your head into a downward spiral, and your stomach began to tense up. Letting the feeling of your orgasm hit you like a bus, Mingi slowed down his ministration until juts the tip of his cock was inside you, before pulling out completely, his mouth still attached to your nipple. He gently turned you on your side until you body was on the matress.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. That was-" you say, you eyes feeling a little droopy, "So good. You've never fucked me like that before."

Mingi chuckles, "I did say I would reward you."

"But I didn't even finish my task, and I didn't get you off either." you pout as he stands up and walks to the bathroom.

"Next time." he says.

When he comes back out with a damp cloth to clean you up, he finds you asleep. He looks over at the clock and smiles.

10:45

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!wooyoung x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 0.8k (short one sorry, experiencing burnout, so maybe not sorry?)

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!,wooyoung, female!reader, afab reader, established relationship, teasing, dry humping, little bit of cockwarming, consensual sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap that tool), ass smaking (only a little), brat taming? both reader and woo are brats but they make it work, lmk if i missed any SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend's tiktok edit ends up being the reason he becomes so teasing. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: shout out to @thesparklingwriter for having a very philosophical conversation while I wrote this. Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

Link to series masterlist

"Woo, stay still, or I swear to god I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what, hm?"

Wooyoung stared up at you through his eyelashes, his head hanging low.

You were currently sat in his lap, facing him, trying to massage his collarbones after he showed you a tiktok edit of himself that showcased his décolletage in a concert.

"Come on be serious right now." you say to him.

You take your job of being your boyfriend's personal masseuse very seriously.

"What?" he responds, with his doe eyes and a fake pout on his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that." you say, as you feel his knees bend and hit your back lightly.

Your steady yourself as your hands ground yourself on Wooyoung's pectorals.

He looks up at you and smirks, "Like what?"

"Like you're about to-" you start breathlessly before you feels his cold hands trail under your hoodie and hug your back.

Wooyoung pulls you towards him and presses his lips on yours in a heated kiss. Your back involuntarily arches and your hips roll forward as he lets out a groan.

You love the sounds Wooyoung makes. Your body also loves the sounds. And so does your pussy.

"Do that again." He says as you feel his boner through his sweats.

"You liked that?" you say in surprise.

New kink unlocked?

"No I was moaning because I was thinking about the colour blue." he says sarcastically.

You rolls your hips once again, grazing your clothes core against his hardening dick again.

"Still thinking about blue." you teased.

"Oh you want to play do you?" he challenges.

"I don't know," you say, tilting your head, "Do you?"

Wooyoung adjusted himself, causing your knees to fall onto the mattress and his dick pressed hard against your clit. Your breathing starts to pick up as he lifts his hips and sheds the bottom half of his clothing. You feel your panties stick to you as you mirrored him and remove your underwear.

"Come here." Wooyoung said, as he lifts your hips and presses his dick against your hole.

"So wet for me, hm?" he whispered in your ear, "You secretly love this."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," You say, "why don't you find out."

You lick the shell of his ear as you stare at Wooyoung. He stares back, a fiery expression in his eyes. You feel him slap his erection against you as your head falls back.

"Woo-"

"I know what you want," he says as he begins to enter you, stretching you out; you feel yourself squeeze around him, "But I don't think I want to give it to you."

Wooyoung's hips come to a stop once he bottoms out in you. He tenderly grabs your neck, pulling your head forwards to face him.

"You're going to sit here, for as long as I want, while I play on my phone. You will not move." he says as he taps your nose.

You nod slowly as you watch him pull out his phone and begin texting the Ateez group chat. Feeling him twitch inside you, you examine Wooyoung's face intently. If you didn't know him, you'd say he was handling this cockwarming pretty well. But you know him. The pursing of his lips told you that he was holding back.

Deciding to test the waters, you lean back into his knees. Wooyoung lets out a small whimper that would go undetected.

"Y/n..."

"Yes, Woo?"

"What did I say?"

"Why don't you remind me?"

Wooyoung lets out a chesty moan.

"Or," you begin, "I can remind myself." you say as you begin to swirl your hips.

Wooyoung lets his head fall back against the headboard. Satisfied with his answer, you lift your hip and slam them back down against him. Repeating your actions, you watch Wooyoung's eyebrows furrow.

"Already?" you tease between bounces.

"It's not my fault my girlfriend makes me horny."

"As if you dick isn't attached to your body."

Wooyoung giggles before sharply intaking a breath after a particularly pleasurable bounce and grips your ass cheeks, spreading them. The cold air hit your lower region as you mindlessly bounced up and down.

"Let go for me." You say as you grab his face and kiss him again.

That was all he needed before he shot ropes of white cum against your hole. As if that was a sign, the coil in your stomach tighten at the hot feeling inside you. Wooyoung could sense it as he grabbed your hips and pistonned inside you at full force, alternating slaps on your butt when he wanted to spur you on.

"Oh my god." you moan as you feel the coil snap.

You head flops forwards, your forehead hitting Wooyoung's. Your legs spasmed, not being able to control the full force of your orgasm. You could hear Wooyoung chuckle at the sight of your eyes squeezing shut.

As you come down from your high, you open your eyes to look at him.

He had that look in his eye.

That look that said there was more coming.

And you'd be right.

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!san x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!san, afab!reader, mentions of wooyoung, fingering, clit stim, vaginal penatration, sex without protection (wrap it before you tap it please), katoptronophilia, nipple play (if you squint), creampie?, san is a little cutie patootie, lmk if i missed any SYNOPSIS: San asks you for help with a task for a Wanteez ep, but you weren't expecting it to end up the way it did. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: Might make a little part 2 to this with y/n watching the wanteez ep that san was talking about. Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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"Wait, let me get this straight," you say, staring up at your boyfriend who had come running into your room after receiving a message on your phone, "You want me to teach you how to give a back massage so you can do it on Wooyoung in a Wanteez episode?" Over emphasising by pointing at yourself and then to San.

"Yeah, something like that, manager-nim is saying that we need more fan service."

"But isn't that for fan meets."

"I don't know, I'm just supposed to do what I'm told."

"You're not going to drop it until I help, are you?"

"No." San says with a cute smile on his face.

How can you say no to that face?

He knew he won just by being himself.

"Alright." You gave in, "Sit here."

You pat the bed and shuffle off the bed.

"Do you want me to move the mirror?" You ask, knowing that San was a visual learner.

He nods as you grab the floor length mirror and place it in front of the bed. When you turn back around, San is sat there, with his both his hoodie and his shirt discarded on the floor. He smiles up at you cheekily, his eyes forming into half moons as he dangles his legs off the edge of the bed like a child.

"Doesn't hurt to see where exactly I need to touch." he grins.

"Fine." You say, smiling back at your silly boyfriend.

You slot yourself between his shoulder blades, propping yourself up onto your knees either side of his waist. You see San eyeing you through the mirror as your drink in the muscles on his back.

God, you love his back.

You love him.

You take a deep breath and begin to push your thumbs into the back of his neck. You see San's eyes close, eyebrows furrowing.

"Hey!" You say, removing your eyes, "I'm not giving you a free massage here, you're supposed to be taking notes."

"Sorry." he pouts, as you continue kneading into his back.

As you begin to explain how much pressure you should apply, which part of your hand or arm to use, you catch San's eyes watching your face instead of what you were actually doing.

You breathe a sigh of exasperation and ask him if he's actually paying attention.

"You want me to prove it to you?" he says in a mock-challenging tone.

"Go on then." You say as you catch a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You switch positions, and sit ready for San to royally fuck up everything you had just said. Instead, you feel his hands play with the bottom hem of your t-shirt before pulling it over your head, leaving only your bra on. When he watches your face change; a confused expression donning your features, he opens his mouth to speak.

"No reason I have to be the only one shirtless right now." he says.

"Wooyoung isn't going to be shirtless." you retort.

"Do you have to talk about Wooyoung right when your lovely boyfriend is about to blow your mind."

As he says that, you feel his large hands palm your shoulders, and trail their way down your spine and stop as they rest on your hips. You turn your head to look at San, confused.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Keep watching the mirror." he answers as he moves your jaw with his hand to face the mirror again.

You do as he says and watch as that same hand ghosts the line of your leggings and dips beneath the fabric to stroke your clit.

"San-" You breathe as you feel your head fall back onto San's shoulder.

"Feel good?" he asks in the shell of your ear.

"Yes." you say as you feel two of San's fingers collect your essence and use it to lubricate the bundle of nerves.

San's nose trails down from your ear to his neck where he licks a hot stipe up your neck. You groan at the sensation of coldness as his tongue leaves saliva against your skin. You gasp as he moves his fingers down and presses slowly into your whole.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" San says as he presses open mouth kisses against your temple.

You'd find that sentence super sentimental if his fingers weren't currently scissoring you open, hitting all the sweet spots against your spongy walls.

You lift your head up to watch San's movements and you catch him watching your face, studying it intently, eyes darkening.

"What do you want?" he asks sweetly, pressing the side of his face against yours to hold intense eye contact through the mirror.

You felt your throat dry up as you felt the gaze burn through your soul.

"You." you manage to force yourself to whisper.

"I did say I'd blow your mind, didn't I?" San kisses your temples, before removing the constricting leggings and panties. You lift your legs up and watch as he slide them off your legs and throws them across the room. He pulls you back against his chest, his fingers expertly unclicking your bra. You watch through the mirror as he licks his lips at the sight of your bare breasts coming to full view.

He pushes your back down as your arms come up to cushion your fall against the bed.

"You ready?" he asks, pulling his cock out of his sweats, pumping it a couple of times before slapping it against your butt.

Still watching him through the mirror, you watch his eyes tighten as your plump flesh provides San with a sensation he wants, need, desires.

You maintain eye contact with his face and nod as he begins to slip his length into your pussy, hissing at the intrusion.

"So wet, so good." he groans as you clench around him.

You watch as he regains his composure and begins to pace his thrusts his hands gripping your hips so harshly that you knew there would be bruises.

"Yes, oh my god, yes San." you say between thrusts, finding it very hard to keep your head parallel with the mirror.

San, seeing your frustration, moves his hands to your tits, and forces you up onto your knees, your back hitting his chest. The new position allowing a whole new level of sensations to course through your body.

"Look at yourself," he says as he continues to ram his cock into your abused hole, "You're so beautiful, I want you to watch yourself cum."

You force yourself to keep your eyes open as you watch one of San's hands leave it's position on your boob and fall down to rub your clit in fast circles.

"Ah, right there." You say as you feel San hit your sweet spot again and again.

He begins to swirl his other fingers expertly around your nipple, occasionally pulling at it to pebble.

It was too much.

Too good.

You feel your orgasm hit you like a truck, with no warning as you let the feeling of San's lip attach to your neck. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you could no longer keep them open. Your jaw falls slack and your body goes rigid as San continues to split your body in two.

Heaven.

That's the only way you could describe it. An ascension to another plane almost. You squint through your eyes as you watch the scene unfold in front of you. San's hands sprawled across your body, a possessive feeling as he bites down and you feel him twitch inside you.

Your body may be sensitive but you want your boyfriend to feel as good as you did as you begin to rock your body back and forth against him, your hands coming up to grip his hair and the hand that was tightly holding your breasts.

He's so close, you know it.

Watching the way his head falls back and jaw tightens, you feel him release inside you, coating your walls in sticky white ribbons. Letting him ride out his high, you can't help but admire how beautifully fucked out he looked.

"You okay?" he asks as he pulls out of you and you flop onto the bed.

"Yeah, are you?" you respond as you watch him go into the bathroom, run the tap and wet a towel.

"I know I said I was going to blow your mind, but I think I just blew my own." he laughs as he begins to wipe his cum from your inner thigh.

You laugh back at how silly your boyfriend was.

You really did love him.

[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!yunho x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: smut, dom!yunho, brattamer!yunho?, brat!reader, afab reader, established relationship, dry humping, leg riding, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby), finger sucking, massive hand kink (bc its yunho, duh), fingering, orgasm denial, yunho just exudes big dick energy and I live for it lmk if I miss any SYNOPSIS: You let your brattiness get the best of you before your boyfriend puts you in your place. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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You're not sure how you found yourself in this position, but you do know that you're enjoying it very much.

Your boyfriend Yunho had come back from his dance practice, his legs aching, and he had asked you to massage them. So now here you were, in the middle of his bed, with him gripping your hips as your sat on his leg, rutting up and down his muscular thigh, desperately trying to keep your eyes open.

"What did I say, sweetheart?" Yunho growls, his eyes boring into your skull.

"I know, I know, but it's so hard." You moan, your heads tossed back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Teasing Yunho is one of your favourite hobbies.

"That's not the only thing that's hard." he says, a hand reaching up to the back of your head to force you to look at him.

"Just shut up, please, I'm so close-"

Yunho may have been half naked, only his underwear still clinging to his bottom half, but you were still fully clothed. Your panties sticking to your core and shorts both provided an extra, spine-tingling sensation, spurring on your climax.

"I thought you were supposed to be the one relieving me of my stress?" Yunho sits up against the headboard, guiding your hips to grind straight onto his clothed cock, as your hands fall onto his chest.

"Yunho, shit- I'm gonna-"

"Look at me."

You cant force yourself to open your eyes as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach begin to form; and just as you feel it snap, Yunho's hands leave your hips. Your eyes shoot open, pleading wordlessly after the denial of your first orgasm.

"What are you doing?" You say breathlessly.

Before you could think, he flips you over and removes your shorts and throws them behind them.

"What did I ask you?" Yunho says as he spreads your legs and sits between them.

"Yunnie, I-" You wanted to argue.

"What did I ask you?" Yunho interrupts in amore stern tone than before.

You shrink into the sheets at his domineering tone. You love it when Yunho gets angry, its arguably his sexiest self. You feel a wave of arousal pool in your underwear and you want nothing more than for him to rip them off you and fuck you into next week.

"I don't know." You say, the smirk not visible on your face but you knew Yunho could hear it.

He raises his eyebrow at you, and you knew what was coming.

"Do I need to punish you?" he says, leaning down so that he's inches away from your face.

"I'm not a dog." you say defiantly.

Yunho sits back up and scoffs darkly, "No, you're not."

You lie there for a second, confused.

Normally, Yunho would've grabbed you by the neck at your brattiness. But this time he didn't.

He just sits there.

And smirks.

Oh no.

"I know what you're doing." Yunho says, "I'm not going to play into your act today."

Oh No.

"You were supposed to be helping me, and yet here you are, allowing yourself to be ruled by that greedy little pussy." he says as he trails a finger down the side of your jaw.

"It's not my fault your hands can't control themselves." You say before you can even think.

Yes, it's true, you were supposed to be giving Yunho a leg massage after his dance practice, but it wasn't your fault, he decided he wanted you to sit on his knee as you did it. You had actually been against it, not wanting to injure his knee. It was not your fault that Yunho was feeling horny and wanted to grab your hips. And it certainly wasn't your fault when he decided to start rocking you back and forwards, bending his knee every so slightly, brushing against your clit ever so sweetly.

"These hands?" Yunho says innocently as he brings both his palms up in front of your face.

Yunho knew you had a thing for his hands. The way they could fit the size of your face, the way they could wrap around your neck, the way they-

You were forced out of your horny little daydream as his left hand ghosted down the side of your neck, so gently that you couldn't even tell it was there if you hadn't watched it happen. The other hand stroked your cheek.

This wasn't normal.

What's going on?

You watch as his hand trail down your side, reaching your thigh.

"Now you want to keep your eyes open?" Yunho says, as his fingertips tip-toe closer and closer to your core.

Your head begins to cloud with lust. You knew you fucked up.

"I'm sorry." You mumble.

"What was that?" Yunho fake-pouts.

You feel two fingers push against your clit. You let out a short gasp as your back arches.

"I'm sorry." You say, a little louder.

"I still can't hear you." Yunho says as he begins to swirl his fingers achingly slow around your clit.

You breathing picks up, and a moan forced itself from your throat.

"I'm sorry!" You shout, wanting Yunho to just give you want.

"Aw poor baby thinks apologising is going to get her what she wants?"

It was like he could read your mind.

Before you could respond, he shoves two of his long, slender, fingers into your mouth.

"Mpf, Yunnie."

You hollow out your cheeks to make way for the intrusion that was Yunho's hand. slides his digits smoothly until his fingertips hit the back of your throat, forcing a gag out of you.

"Are you going to listen to me now?" Yunho says, leaning his face down, his crotch brushing against your core.

You nod quickly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Satisfied with your answer, he slips his fingers out of your mouth and kisses you hard. You feel fireworks explode behind the back of your eyes as your arms come up to hold the back of Yunho's hoodie.

As you feel Yunho's hot tongue breach your mouth, he props himself by his arm against your head. The other hand moves your panties aside and begins to rub your aching clit.

"Please," You moan into Yunho's mouth, "I need-"

You don't finish your sentence before Yunho slips his fingers inside your velvety core. Squeezing around his digits, you let your body be engulfed by the feeling of Yunho. His fingers brush against your g-spot and you let out a pornographic moan.

You don't even recognise your own voice as you cry out, "Right there, oh my god."

Yunho stops his assault on your lips to stare at you and stops his fingers from moving.

"Beg."

"W-what?" You say.

"You heard me."

You couldn't take anymore as your grip on reality begins to slip.

"Please, Yunho, please. I'll do what you want, anything, please."

Yunho watches your face contort as he resumes his torturous stimulation on your sweet spot.

"Oh my god, yes."

That tight knot in your stomach that threatened your release was so close, dangling precariously over the edge of full-bodied pleasure.

"Cum for me sweetheart." Yunho whispers into your ear.

You let yourself go, feeling your core explode and your legs shake violently. Your back arched off the bed, your t-shirt hitting Yunho's hoodie as your eyes rolled so far back into your skull that you could swear you saw your brain.

"I love you." Yunho said, kissing your forehead as he guided your through your high.

When you came down from your high, Yunho sat there, watching you come back to reality. You blink as you see his raging boner through his underwear.

"You know I'm not done with you yet." he taunts.

And he was right, you knew you had a lot of making up to do for your brattiness.

[songsanpotato]

ATZ Massage Series 18+

NFSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Last updated 19/12/24 23:56 GMT

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Seonghwa - 0.6k words

SYNOPSIS: Seonghwa asks you to give him a massage to sort out his injury, but he ends up giving you something much better. Was that his original intention? We'll never know.

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, boyfriend!yeosang, female!reader, afab!reader, non-penetrative sex, dry humping, uses of pentanes (sweetheart)

Hongjoong - 1.2k words

SYNOPSIS: It's the middle of the night when your boyfriend finally comes home and asks you to give him a head massage to relieve the headache he's been nursing all day.

WARNINGS: smut, switch!hongjoong, switch!reader, afab reader, established relationship, oral (m receiving), cum eating, trichotillomania, teasing

Yunho - 1.3k words

SYNOPSIS: You let your brattiness get the best of you before your boyfriend puts you in your place.

WARNINGS: smut, dom!yunho, brattamer!yunho?, brat!reader, afab reader, established relationship, dry humping, leg riding, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby), finger sucking, hand kink, fingering, orgasm denial,

Yeosang - 0.8k words

SYNOPSIS: your lovely boyfriend has just come back from leg day at the gym. nobody said anything about arm day.

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, boyfriend!yeosang, female!reader, afab!reader, yeosang is so soft for the reader, teensy bit of weight insecurity, mentions of oral fem!recieveing, unprotected sex (before you pour, wrap your score), wall sex

San - 1.4k words

SYNOPSIS: San asks you for help with a task for a Wanteez ep, but you weren't expecting it to end up the way it did.

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!san, afab!reader, mentions of wooyoung, fingering, clit stim, vaginal penatration, sex without protection (wrap it before you tap it), katoptronophilia, nipple play, creampie?

Mingi - 1.1k words

SYNOPSIS: It might be late, but you still have practical homework to do. Mingi, however, seems to think differently.

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!mingi, fem!reader, afab!reader, established realtionship, dry humping? use of petname (sweetheart), reader rides mingi, sex without protection (don't be silly, wrap that willy), ass slapping (only a little), titty sucking

Wooyoung - 0.8k

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend's tiktok edit ends up being the reason he becomes so teasing.

WARNINGS: smut, boyfriend!,wooyoung, female!reader, afab reader, established relationship, teasing (both recieveing), dry humping, little bit of cockwarming, consensual sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap that tool), ass smaking

Jongho

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[songsanpotato]

PAIRING: idol!hongjoong x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: smut, switch!hongjoong, switch!reader, afab reader, established relationship, oral (m receiving), cum eating, trichotillomania (if you squint), teasing lmk if I miss any SYNOPSIS: It's the middle of the night when your boyfriend finally comes home and asks you to give him a head massage to relieve the headache he's been nursing all day. RATING: R (+18) - MDNI

A/N: Not grammar and spelling checked, oops.

IMPORTANT: All writing belongs to @songsanpotato. Any similarities to events or other written pieces of fiction are purely coincidental unless otherwise stated. This is in no way a reflection of the idol that is being written about in real life. Do not repost anywhere without permission.

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It was getting late.

Very late.

3am in the morning late.

And your boyfriend, Hongjoong, still wasn't home yet.

Yes, you knew he was working on some new material for the next comeback, but that wasn't scheduled for months. You decided not to dwell on it and decided just to go to sleep; he'll be back when he was done, you knew that.

You tucked yourself into your shared bed and let your head rest against the pillow; and as if by magic, just as you felt yourself drifting away, you heard the door open.

Lugging yourself out of bed, you walked into the living room.

"Hongjoong?" You whispered, squinting your eyes to make out a hooded man dropping his bag onto the floor.

"Oh hey Y/n" Hongjoong whispered back, "Did I wake you?"

"Sort of? Never mind, it's okay. Why are we whispering?" You ask.

"I don't know. You whispered first." Hongjoong half laughed half whispered back.

"Okay, I'm going to talk normally then." You say. "You hungry?"

"No, I'm just super tired."

Hongjoong rubbed his temples and sighs as he walks towards you and engulfs you in his arms. You smile to yourself as you let the familiar scent of him wash over you.

"Straight to bed then?" You ask.

Hongjoong loosens his grip to raise an eyebrow at you. His mouth twists into a cheeky smile.

"You know that's not what I meant" You say, lightly slapping his chest.

Hongjoong chuckles "I know. I could use one of your head massage though, today was stressful."

You nod and take Hongjoong's hand before leading him to the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Hongjoong sheds his hoodie, leaving him in his white t-shirt and his grey sweats.

You'd always thought he looked his most beautiful in his casual clothes, with no makeup on. He looked almost delectable. Like you could just run your tongue down his neck, continuing through his chest, onto his stomach and then-

"Y/n?" Hongjoong breaks you from your thoughts "You okay?

You hadn't realised you'd been staring at him.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Ha." You say awkwardly, pushing aside your current thoughts. "Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?"

Hongjoong shrinks shyly, not knowing how to respond, a small smile gracing his tired face.

"Come here." You say, as you prop yourself up onto your knees, behind him.

You begin to dig into his scalp, using the pads of your fingers.

"That feels nice." Hongjoong said, as he begins to relax his back into you.

"You want me to increase the pressure, or is this okay?" You ask.

"This is fine, you can build it up slowly."

You do as he asks, working your way from the sides of his head upwards, admiring how strong and healthy his hair was, despite the crazy amount of times he's had to dye it.

You let your thoughts wander as you begin to increase the pressure on the backside of his head. A deep groan leaves Hongjoong's throat, which startles you, forcing yourself to remove your hand from him.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" You ramble, afraid. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No Y/n." Hongjoong interrupts. "You didn't hurt me. It was good."

"Oh." You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Just keep doing what you're doing"

You nod, and then realise how silly you look wen your realise he cant see you, before attaching your finger back into Hongjoong's hair. You card through it from the front to back as he continues to make small noises. You chalk it up to just him letting out all his stress.

It isn't until one particular motion through his hair, using your fingernails, where Hongjoong makes a noise you know a little too well.

A moan.

You freeze, fingers still attached to his scalp.

"You know. For someone who is a screamer in bed, you're getting very shocked at noise." Hongjoong says darkly.

You feel your kneels buckle at the sudden shift in Hongjoong's demeanour. He turns his head to face you and smirks at the rising colour in your cheeks.

You want this man.

Physically, emotionally, spiritually. Everything.

But you couldn't say that. Not when all he really needed was sleep, because you knew he'd give you what you wanted, but then you'd be up until the sunrises. And that would not be helpful in the long run.

Short run, maybe.

"So did you want a head massage or just head?"

Hongjoong lowers his head in submission.

You scramble off the bed and stand in front of him. Sinking to your knees, you untie the strings around his sweats.

"Is this what you want?" You ask sceptically.

He nods quickly, as he helps peel off the restricting clothes, leaving only his underwear on. You eye up Hongjoong's member.

"Did you enjoy the massage that much?" You ask as you watch it strain in his boxer.

You begin to palm him through his underwear, feeling it grow more.

"So much. You have no idea." he says between short heavy breaths.

You smile at how endearing he was, despite the situation. Putting him out of his misery, you slowly bring his member out, feeling the weight between your hands. He was heavy, but you already knew this.

Feeling sentimental, you kiss the tip, and watch Hongjoong throw his head back, both his arms gripping the sheets to steady himself, and let out a small whine.

"Please don't tease me." He whines out.

Your stomach flips in excitement. You love this man so much.

You smile, "Well since you asked so nicely."

You open your mouth as you watch Hongjoong anticipate your next actions. Licking a stripe from the base of his length to the top, you swallow him eagerly. He lets out the most guttural groan you've ever heard as you feel yourself grow wetter by the second.

Feeling confident, you begin to work your throat to take his entire length until you feel your nose hit his abdomen. Staring up at Hongjoong in satisfaction, you watch as his eyebrow furrow and feel him twitch inside.

He was close already?

All the pent up stress from the week made him reach his peak so fast, before he could say anything he was already exploding.

You let out a moan and watch as Hongjoong's eyes squeeze tight at he feeling of the vibrations spur him on. The feeling of white hot ribbons coating the inside of your mouth felt heavenly as you continued your ministrations, milking him dry.

You let go of his member with a small pop and swallow his remains in your mouth as you hold eye contact. Hongjoong breathes heavily before grabbing you by the face and kissing you, tasting himself on your lips.

"You need to sleep now." You try and say as he assaults your lips with kisses.

"Let me make you feel good first." Hongjoong moans in your mouth.

"Tomorrow." You say, "You've got an early start again."

"Please." Hongjoong pouts, as you lay him down on the bed and cover him with the comforter.

"Next time, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."