I'm an Atiny of a couple of years and a K-pop stan for 13... I used to write fanfiction years ago (more than 10 😱) for other fandoms and have always wanted to do it again so why not now!
(Seonghwa is my bias, but I am wrecked by all 8 members...)
My Rules~
✨This blog will feature NSFW writing, so please do not interact you are a minor or if it makes you uncomfy.
✨I will not take requests, but please feel free to use asks to talk about fun prompts!
✨I will mostly write for Ateez, but I also really like Stray Kids and a few girl groups, so may write for them in the future.
✨I am open to quite a few NSFW topics but will not write more taboo topics (cnc, non-con, vom/scat, etc.).
✨I will not accept bigotry - I want anyone to feel welcome on my blog. I will try to keep my writing as inclusive as possible and appreciate feedback on improving this.
Genre: Established relationship, fluff, a bit suggestive but no smut.
Pairing: Sober bf!San x Drunk gf!reader (No y/n)
Wordcount: 1.8k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption mentioned, drunkeness, brief nudity but not described, San is a helicopter boyfriend.
A/N: Inspired by that live where San said he'd never let his wife lift a finger... yeah...
“Hello, Ladies. Need a ride?” San winks at you and your friends from his car window. You essentially cackle in response, unable to control your volume. You’d been out with a few girlfriends, celebrating one of their promotions. Your boyfriend, San, being the sweetheart that he is had offered to drive everyone home once you were done. Although by the state of you and your friends drunkenly laughing, shouting and tripping over each other, he was starting to have second thoughts.
“Hi baby!” You shout, stumbling towards him. He quickly got out of the car, catching you before you ended up on the pavement. He can’t help himself but to laugh at how cute you were, throwing yourself into his arms and looking up at him with wide, loving eyes. “Did you miss me, Sannie?”
“Of course, I always miss you.” He places a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose, causing you to snort with laughter. Seeing just how far gone you are, he decides to take immediate action and opens the car door. “Get in, ladies. You all look like you need a good night’s sleep.”
You and your friends all clamber in, still shouting and giggling when San pulls away. He takes his time to drop you friends off home one by one, waiting to watch them get inside safely. Eventually it’s just you and him left in the front seats.
“Tell me the truth, love, how much did you drink tonight?” He asks somewhat sternly, although you know he’s just trying to take care of you. You take a moment to attempt to consider exactly how much you had drunk, but give up pretty easily. The fatigue is finally setting in.
“I dunno Sannie. I did have this cool cocktail, though! It was purple and glittery.”
“Sounds good, love. Now, when we get home, we’re going to drink some water, eat a snack, wash up and go to bed, yeah?” San’s gentle parenting approach to taking care of you when you’re like this always makes your heart flutter. Unable to control your joy, you swivel slightly in your seat to be able to stare at his side profile. He’s focused on the road, but the gentle frown on his face makes you swoon.
“Okay Sannie.” You giggle, mainly to yourself, as he sends you a sideways glance. You notice his fingers tapping against the steering wheel, the silver bracelet you gave him for his birthday glinting under the streetlight. Endeared, and tired, you begin to drift off to sleep.
“My love?” You jolt awake to San stood at the car door, patting your leg softly. Realising you’ve arrived home, you whine and stretch out as San reaches over to undo your seatbelt and grab your handbag. He takes your hand and helps you to stand up. When you stumble a little, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you upright. Whilst concerned, he still smiles warmly at your cute drunken state. “Oh, baby. You’re a mess, aren’t you?”
“M'sorry Sannie. I didn’t mean to.”
“You’re okay, love. Just let me take care of you, yeah?” He guides you inside, slowly as to keep you on your feet. Closing the front door behind you, he wastes no time in kneeling in front of you to remove your heels. Wobbling slightly, you lean your hands onto his broad shoulders. Once he puts your shoes aside, he stands back up to his full height, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and press a sloppy kiss onto his lips. He chuckles into it, before gently cupping your cheeks to push you back, knowing you’re too far gone to know your limits. “That’s enough, baby. Let’s get ready for bed.”
He pats you softly on the butt, and you know it’s a warning that he’s going to pick you up. He scoops you up under your thighs, allowing you to wrap your legs around him too. He carries you into the kitchen, placing you down onto the counter. After giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, he reaches into the fridge to hand you a cold bottle of water.
“Drink that, baby. I’ll make you some toast to soak up all that booze.” You laugh faintly, but are ultimately more consumed with trying to open the water bottle. Leaning your head back against the cabinet, you watch San skirt around the kitchen to make your toast, taking occasional sips of water as per his instructions. You’d learned before that it’s best to obey him when he’s in caretaker mode, mainly to avoid the silent treatment the next day. As much as he loves physical touch, his main love language has always been acts of service. He loves taking care of you, drunk or sober, and he doesn’t take kindly to you ignoring his efforts.
He turns back to you briefly, mouth open like he’s about to say something when he freezes, eyes fixing on your lower half. Confused you follow his gaze downwards, to see that the skirt of your dress had flipped up, exposing your underwear. Instantly, you fall into fits of giggles, while San stalks over, shaking his head. He yanks it down firmly, before cupping your rosy cheeks once again. His intense eye contact silences you instantaneously.
“What am I going to do with you?” He murmurs, before breaking into a smirk. Another kiss to the forehead and he’s back to work. After a few more moments, he’s turning to you plate in hand. He doesn’t even offer it to you, just lifts the toast to your mouth and stands there expecting you to eat. With another light giggle, you accept, taking a messy bite with a smile. San grins back warmly at you, pushing your hair behind your ear. You chew lazily while he hovers around you, silent except your occasional bites. When you’re done eating, San just puts the plate in the sink – he can do the dishes tomorrow when you inevitably sleep in.
Noticing you falling asleep again, San gives you another pat to the leg before lifting you off the counter. He moves slower this time, knowing you’re close to being completely gone. When he drops you down onto the bathroom’s toilet seat, you can barely keep your head up.
“Just need to wash up a little and then I’ll put you to bed, okay?” San half-whispers. You nod weakly in response, yawning deeply and closing your eyes. You hear him rustling for a second, but are almost completely lulled back to sleep. When San presses a wet cotton pad to your cheek, you flinch and whine. He coos at you, wiping away your makeup gently. “Stay still, love.”
“It’s cold, Sannie.” You weakly grab onto his wrist, but it has no effect on his diligent efforts.
“You’ll live. Anyway, won’t you be mad in the morning if you don’t take your makeup off?” You groan, knowing he’s completely right. After a few more moments, he finally pulls away. You go to stand up, but he stops you with a hand on the shoulder. “You need to brush your teeth too.”
He hands you the brush, toothpaste already spread. You get started straightaway, watching San walk out of the bathroom silently. After just 10 minutes at home, you already feel a lot fresher, even if you’re still dead tired. Taking initiative, you finally walk on your own to the sink. San still hasn’t reappeared after a few minutes, so you spit and rinse quickly with the anticipation of making the journey to your bedroom to find him. When you lift your head up, however, he’s already silently standing behind you, catching your eye in the mirror. When you jump slightly, he quickly tries to put you at ease with arms wrapping around your waist.
“I got you some pyjamas.” By pyjamas, he means a pair of loose shorts and one of his t-shirts. Resting your head back on his shoulder, you allow him to remove your dress and underwear, replacing them with his comfies. It’s a bit of a wrestle as your need for his physical touch doesn’t allow him to move easily, but he manages eventually. He throws your clothes into the laundry basket before turning you to face him. “If you need to pee, go now.”
“I’m fine, just want to go to bed.” With that, San lifts you up a final time, taking you to the bedroom. He’d already pulled back the duvet, and placed another bottle of water on your bedside table. He really thinks of every detail. Your head meets your pillow finally, and you instantly yawn again. But when San walks away, you whine at his absence.
“Give me a minute, my love. I need to get changed too.” With that, San disappears back to the bathroom. You lie for a few minutes, tossing and turning. Eventually he returns, looking fresher himself. When you whip the duvet back for him, grinning softly up at him, he can’t help himself but to dive into your bed and pull you into a tight hug.
“Thank you, Sannie.” He hums, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you properly.
“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’m just doing my job as your boyfriend.” You chuff at his sudden seriousness. He really means what he says.
“I know. You’re just so good. The best thing that ever happened to me.” You manage to stroke his cheek with your finger, although your energy is failing you. San can’t help himself but to press a firm kiss to your lips, pleased that he had fulfilled his self-appointed role.
“Okay, sappy. Go to sleep now.”
“M’kay Sannie. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of your head, holding you tight in his arms. Despite the fuzziness of the alcohol and fatigue, you feel grounded and safe in his embrace. For a few minutes that is. Then an uncomfortable feeling in your lower stomach sets in. Hoping San had already fallen asleep, you try to escape his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold.
“Where are you going?” San mutters, sleep tinging his voice.
“I need to pee.”
“Baby, I told yo- fine.” He starts to get out of bed, but you just frown at him.
“You don’t need to help me; I can go on my own.” He frowns back, but ultimately lets you go. “I’ll literally be ten seconds.”
“Promise?” He holds out his pinky finger. Taking it in your own with a giggle, you then start wobbling back to the bathroom. True to your word, you’re quick. But when you get back to the bedroom, you’re greeted by San sitting up straight against the headboard, arms folded. “I told you to go earlier, now the bed’s getting cold.”
“Go to sleep, Sannie.” You flop back down onto the mattress, bringing him down into another cuddle. He lightens up instantly and relaxes against you. Within moments you’re both asleep, tangled tightly with one another.
Pairing: bf!Mingi x implied fem!reader (No pronouns or y/n)
Wordcount: 910
Warnings: Mingi is huge, clumsy, and sensitive. A little swearing. Not proofread.
A/N: I have yet again written a drabble involving sleep. I think I am simply tired... >.<
It’s not the first time you’ve been woken up by a loud bang, followed by a pained grunt. Rolling onto your side you notice the familiar sight of a shadowy figure kneeling at the end of your bed, rubbing the top of his head. Sighing, you flick on your lamp, lighting up his frown.
“Again, Mingi?” You huff out, annoyed to be woken up. You don’t hesitate to crawl over the bed in his direction, and place a kiss onto the top of his head. He’s clearly exhausted too; he only forgets about the low ceiling when he’s struggling to stay awake.
“It’s your stupid apartment. Why would you live in a loft when you have a big, strong boyfriend like me? It’s like you hate me or something.” He mumbles back grumpily, beginning to shrug off his jacket and jeans with difficulty.
You’d moved into your loft apartment a couple of years ago. It’s not huge, but big enough for you to live comfortably. The problem came when you started dating Mingi just over a year ago. Living in a loft, the upper floor consisting of only a small bedroom space had a very low ceiling. Whilst you’d had a fair few moments of hitting your head when you first moved in, you quickly learnt your lesson. Mingi, your big friendly giant of a boyfriend, has been slower to adapt.
When you first started dating, he had been relatively uninjured. But after a couple of months, and realising that Mingi was ‘the one’, you’d given him the code for your door and an open invitation to come over whenever. His job as an idol gave him an unusual work schedule; sometimes you’d come back in the middle of the day to find him sprawled out on your couch taking a nap. In the evening he’d be in your small kitchen preparing you dinner. Most often, though, he’d come crawling into your bed in the early hours of the morning after a full day of schedules.
“You’re so dramatic, Mings.” You yawn, watching him finally shimmy out of his jeans and kick them to the side. He pouts at you, eyes struggling to stay open.
“I’m tired and now my head hurts.” He whines, fiddling with his watchstrap. You sit in silence, watching him struggle to undo the buckle. After catching onto his mounting frustration, you take his hand in yours tenderly, removing his watch for him and placing it to the side. His eyes follow your movements, glistening slightly with mounting unshed tears. When you sit back, he takes no time in gently tackling you back down onto the pillows.
He hums deeply as he arranges you to his liking – legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other’s waists, and his head nestling into your chest. You can feel his muscles relaxing, falling deeper into your hold with a sigh. You lay in silence for a few minutes, thinking that poor Mingi had already passed out, until he shifts his gaze up at your face.
“I’m sorry I woke you, doll. Y’know I don’t mean to.” He mutters out, eyes still shining with overwhelming emotions. You gently pet the top of his head, trying to comfort him even though exhaustion is running through you.
“I know, Mings. I just wish you’d be more careful. I like you without head injuries.”
“You like me?” He says with a pout, clearly seeking further praise. With a breathy giggle, you cup his cheek.
“I love you, Mingi. Even when you’re clumsy.” He chuffs in response.
“I’m not that bad.” He whines and buries his head back into your chest. Then after a few seconds: “I love you too. Really, truly.”
“Oh yeah? Then how have you been in my bed for five minutes, but haven’t given me a single kiss?” His head whips up with such great speed that you’re concerned he’s going to hurt himself again. His lips attempt to crash onto yours, but with his fatigue they land mostly on your cheek. With another gentle pat on his head, you guide him to lie back down. “I was just kidding, Mings. Go to sleep.”
He yawns, taking his place cocooning you again. You try to keep your own eyes open, stroking his hair to lull him. His legs twitch a little restlessly, and he sighs once more.
“Y’know, I only have to stay living in the dorms for another six months. I thin- I mean after do you think we could maybe get a place together?” His words tumble out, laced with sleep, but nonetheless genuine. You can't help smiling up at the ceiling.
“I’d love that. We could get somewhere with an office so you could work from home.” He hums in agreement, and you can feel his cheeks twitch up into a smile. “High ceilings too.”
You giggle simultaneously, before allowing silence to take over. You’re both too tired to fully celebrate the impending ‘next step’ in your relationship, but lay smiling and tangled together until sleep takes you both.
The next morning, you’re yet again woken by a loud bang, this time followed by a frustrated “shit!” Instantly noticing the lack of warmth in your bed, you’re fairly certain you know the culprit.
“Mingi?”
“Fu- Good morning, doll. I’m just making coffee!” You smile up at the ceiling once more, knowing that the rest of your life will be spent with your sweet, clumsy, giant lover.
Genre: Established relationship, fluffy smut, tiny bit of hurt/comfort(?)
Pairing: idol!Jongho x fembodied!reader (no y/n)
Wordcount: 2.3k
Warnings: Swearing, porn with a smidge of plot, unprotected sex (pull out method), morning sex, no major kinks/power dynamics, small miscommunication but quickly resolved, y'all are sickly sweet in love, my sweet Jjong-bear 💜
Lazy Sundays are the best day of your week. Just being able to spend a whole day, curled up on your sofa, watching tv, drinking tea, and eating snacks – it’s pure bliss.
Jongho, however, rarely gets weekends off. Your sweet boyfriend works at such unsociable hours that even a whole afternoon together is unusual. His busy schedule usually limits you to late night movie dates or early morning coffee runs.
Today is different, however. Jongho had managed to clear his schedule for a couple of days after returning from tour. He was extremely tired; he had barely been able to keep his eyes open through the ‘welcome home’ dinner you made him last night. Waking up this morning, you take a minute to admire Jongho’s soft cheek smooshed into his pillow, his plush lips pushed into a gentle pout. Taking mercy on him, you leave him be to sleep a little longer – he clearly needs it.
Instead, you opt to go about your normal Sunday morning routine; a hot cup of coffee, a delicious pastry, and your favourite tv show. You bundle up under a soft blanket in your usual spot on the sofa, sighing contently. You slowly drift into distraction, lulled by the cosy nest you’ve made for yourself.
Eventually an hour or so later, a tousled Jongho appears in the doorway, eyes barely open and hair sticking out in every direction. He groans as he stretches his arms up, a slither of his tummy poking out from under his t-shirt. Smiling warmly, you pat the sofa beside you, inviting him to partake in your peaceful little ritual. He doesn’t hesitate to walk over and flop down next to you, immediately cuddling into your side.
“Good morning, Jjong.” You lace your fingers into his messy hair, partially brushing it out, partially enjoying his proximity.
“Morning babe.” He mutters drowsily, clearly still half asleep. No more words need to be shared as you fall into a shared serenity – silence falls comfortably over you both, apart from the occasional contented sigh or shuffle of positions.
Eventually you end up lying down, with Jongho nestled in behind you. He breathes your scent in deeply; his nose pressed into your hair and his arms wrapped securely around your waist. His fingertips ghost over your tummy softly, drawing small circles and pulling you deeper into his protective grip.
“Babe?” He mutters, voice still deep from sleep. You look over your shoulder, responding with a short “Hmm?”
“I really missed this. I missed you, a lot.” He presses light kisses along your hair line, pulling his arms even tighter to have you completely pushed against him. “I’m never letting you go again.”
You laugh lightly, letting him enjoy his bearhug. After a while of silence, you think he’s fallen asleep again. Craving another coffee, you shuffle to stand up. Immediately a hand flies to your hip, gripping tightly and pulling you back.
“I said I’m never letting you go.” You can hear the grumpy pout in Jongho’s voice and give in almost immediately. He’s just so damn irresistible. However, the hand on your hip doesn’t loosen. Jongho holds firm, seemingly craving your touch even more than you crave his. You’re back-to-chest, legs tangled together, his arms around you, and it’s still not enough for him.
“Babe, I- I just- Fuck, can I have you? Like right now?” He rambles out, clearly reaching his breaking point. You nod, still struggling to look at him over your shoulder. His hand on your hip begins to shake slightly as he immediately presses his half-hard cock against your ass. A shuddering groan escapes him, encouraged by your hips rolling to meet his movements. His hands instantaneously abandoned their posts to roughly knead your tits through your shirt.
“God, I missed this so much. Never want to leave again.” He moans into your neck. You laugh breathily in response, amused by his sudden candidness but aroused by his intense grip. Jongho’s lips begin to press carelessly onto your nape while his hands endeavour to reach under your shirt. He hums contently when his palms graze against your pert nipples. You struggle to contain your moans, clinging to his arms to ground yourself.
Jongho begins to trail one hand down your body and under the waistband of your shorts. His fingers probe into your underwear; he groans heartily once he feels your arousal. His fingertips rub firmly over your clit, pulling a squeal out of you.
“Jjong-”
“Fuck, babe, I’m sorry. I just- let me stretch you out, yeah? Relax for me.”
Two of his fingers press into you, hastily curling to find your sweet spot. As you begin to thrash at the harsh pleasure, Jongho presses firm kisses to your temple and gently shushes your mewling. His fingers are relentlessly bringing you close to the edge, but his cock still rubbing against your ass lets you know he’s feeling just as desperate.
“That’s it, babe. Are you gonna cum for me?” Jongho gently taunts. Your enthusiastic nodding brings a breathy chuckle out of him, but he graciously continues his ministrations as your abdomen starts to tighten. Your hips begin to jerk on their own as your release washes over you, Jongho continuing to rub over you until you fully relax back into him. His fingers eventually pull out of your shorts, his hand resting gently back onto your hip.
“D’you need a minute?” He asks softly, but his own desire is thinly veiled.
“No, I’m okay. How’d yo- Oh!” He’s pulling down you shorts and panties before you can even finish your sentence. He’s really getting close to his breaking point.
“God, babe. You really soaked these through.” He holds your wet panties out in front of you both, giggling to himself. You instantly whip them out of his grip.
“Shut up, Jongho. I thought you were the one who came in here all hot and bothered.”
“Oh yeah?” You feel him shuffle to lower his pyjamas, his cock springing out and tapping against your bare ass. You attempt to turn to face him yet again, but Jongho’s arms pin you in place once more. “Just like this, babe. Okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” You sigh out. One of Jongho’s hands reattaches to your tits whilst the other begins to stroke himself. His patience doesn’t last long though – swiftly he lifts one of your legs into the air and rubs his cock over your cunt, his tip occasionally catching on your entrance and bumping your over sensitive clit. Beginning to get frustrated yourself, you reach a hand down to guide him properly into your cunt. You moan in unison.
The stretch is overwhelming; Jongho has always been very thick, to the point that you’d struggled to take him when you started dating. Jongho is barely faring any better than you. Whilst he knows it’s safer to finger you open first, having to wait even longer for his release when he was already so highly strung has pushed him to an all-new level of sensitivity.
Jongho tries to hold back, for all of a few seconds before rapidly descending into his own pleasure. His hips begin to hammer into yours rapidly, his hands still holding onto you tightly. You still can’t see his face, but his groans let you imagine his eyebrows knitted and mouth hanging open.
You’re not doing much better; your moans keep tumbling out uncontrollably as you begin to become overstimulated from your earlier orgasm. Your cocked hip is beginning to ache, and you can’t catch your breath. Trying to find purchase against his powerful thrusts, one of your hands manages to reach behind you, missing his bicep and finding his loose t-shirt sleeve instead. Jongho notices and stills immediately.
“Babe?” When you struggle to reply, he pushes up onto his elbow, finally looking down at your face. He gently lowers your leg, stroking your aching thigh gently. “Sorry, fuck- I got carried away.” He attempts to pull out, but you’re quick to lean back and grab his wrist.
“I’m okay, Jjong. Can we maybe just change position? My hip’s gonna give out.” Jongho giggles heartily in response, before pressing another kiss to your temple.
“That’s okay, babe. On your back?” A gentle hum from you is enough to have him slowly pulling out and pushing you onto your back. He briefly kneels above you, languidly stroking his cock while taking in the sight of you. Hair messy, t-shirt pushed over your tits, cunt slick. He takes a moment to lift your hips and pull a cushion under you. He smiles contently at you before ducking down to firmly press his lips to yours. His cockhead finds its way back to nudge at your clit, which leaves you whining into the kiss and your hips twitch slightly. When he finally pulls back, his eyes scan over you once more, checking in on you once more before hesitantly sliding back in.
“Just a little more for me, yeah? You’re making me feel so good, beautiful.” Jongho whispers whilst nuzzling into your jaw. His cock drags agonisingly slow and shallow, drawing another whine out of you. He coos slightly, a short chuckle tickling your neck. His hands slither down to hold your waist steady, rocking his hips smoothly against yours. He tries to disguise his own moans in firm kisses to your neck, which doesn’t escape your notice. Lacing your fingers into his hair, you struggle to hold in a giggle at his coyness.
“Fuck, babe. Don’t laugh, you’re squeezing me too tight.” His whining has the unfortunate effect of making you laugh more, leaving him groaning loudly. His hips remain slow, but he’s painfully precise in his angle, plunging repeated against your sweet spot. The buzzing overstimulation lingering from your earlier orgasm pushes you quickly towards another.
After a few more minutes of mumbled curses and chaste kisses against your neck, Jongho’s thrusts start becoming shaky, his fingers sinking further into your skin. Knowing he’s getting close, you gently pull his face out of your neck. Jongho’s expression confirms your suspicion; his nose scrunched up, mouth hanging open, and eyes glazed over. When he eventually meets your gaze, he cracks into a giddy smile.
“God, I love you.” Jongho breathes out, losing himself even more.
“I love you too, Jjong.” You say back effortlessly. You take the brief moment you can to appreciate his sweetness, before his thrusts begin to speed up deliciously. “Never gonna let me go, yeah?”
“Yeah, babe. Never let you go again.” His eyes stay locked on yours, unable to look away for a second. Your thumbs stroke over his flushed cheeks, as you find yourself shaking with a second orgasm. Jongho’s pace doesn’t slow, but he takes mercy on you by thrusting shallowly instead. As the buzz relaxes, you feel boneless and hazy against the sofa cushions, but still find the energy to tease your desperate boyfriend.
“You gonna cum?” You ask with a smirk, already knowing his answer.
“Yeah, babe. Shit.” He escapes your grasp to plant another firm kiss onto your lips. He takes only a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out and stroking himself frantically against your belly. With one hand you reach down, finding his cock and applying gentle pressure to his sensitive tip. With a final groan into your mouth, he shudders into his orgasm, cumming over your stomach.
For a moment you both stay still, lips still pressed together but open and panting for air. You allow him to take his time to recover, running your hands up his back as he stays hovering over you. Eventually, he lets out a contented sigh and pulls back enough to look at you again. He’s flushed and sweaty, his t-shirt unfortunately stained with his release too. He presses a few scattered kisses over your nose and cheek before sitting back on his knees, tucking his softening cock back into his pyjamas, and pulling off his shirt. He uses it to mop at stomach in silence. Then, finally:
“Thank you.” He says softly, suddenly unable to make eye contact. You hum in response, reaching out to take his hand in yours. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, I just missed you so bad and I got a bit lost in my head.”
You can’t help the short chuff that escapes you. He finally looks up coyly to your face, internally relieved at your light-hearted reaction.
“You’re okay, my sweet Jjong-bear. It wasn’t anything we wouldn’t usually do. I guess I just got unaccustomed while you were away. What I’m saying is: I missed you too.” He’s silent and stern-faced for a few seconds. Unreadable. You start to panic a little that he’s taking the little ‘mishap’ to heart before he cracks another grin.
“’My sweet Jjong-bear’? Jeez, I guess you really did miss me.” He hops off of the sofa before you can swat his arm, giggling to himself. He fishes your discarded shorts and panties from the floor, before disappearing into the kitchen. You can vaguely hear the sound of the washing machine turning on before he returns, still shirtless but wearing an annoyingly amused smile.
“Wanna shower?” Jongho stands over you, taking in the messy state you haven’t attempted to move from. You nod quickly before holding your arms up, a silent message that you don’t expect to walk to the bathroom. He rolls his eyes, but still steps forward to lift you into his arms.
“I go away for a month, and you can’t even walk without me.” He sarcastically mutters, but his firm grip gives away his tsundere agenda.
“I think you’ll find, my sweet Jjong-bear, that it’s your fault I can’t walk.”
A/N: Sorry I've been gone, but I have an idea for a series of oneshots, so keep an eye out :3
Pairing: bf!Yunho x implied fem!reader (No pronouns, but alluded to fem presenting)
Wordcount: 698
Warnings: Some self-deprecation but nothing serious, Sickly sweet tbh, Yunho is a simp.
A/N: Sorry it's been a few days >.< I'm also working on a Jongho smut, but it's turning out longer than I meant...
Yunho always enjoys taking long walks whenever he can - he enjoys the exercise, sightseeing, and fresh air.
Yunho particularly enjoys taking long walks with you - he enjoys how easily distracted you are by your surroundings and how you occasionally have to jog to keep up with his long strides.
Today, Yunho’s idea of a sweet date is to march you miles around a flower garden. Despite being the start of spring, the cold still bites even in the bright sun. Yunho takes a particular delight in watching you bundle up in a thick coat and woolly hat, scarf, and gloves as you get out of his car. He’s wearing a coat, sure. But he runs so warm that he barely needs it.
He gladly buys your tickets, shoving them into his pocket before reaching for your hand. He raises an amused eyebrow at your bundled appearance. This’ll certainly be very fun for him.
His hand takes yours tightly (at least it feels tight beneath the thick glove), leading you through a stone archway. Flowerbeds span over the enclosed garden, but one fault jumps out at once. Due to the time of year, barely any of the flowers had bloomed, let alone grown. You turn to look at Yunho, only to be greeted by a scowl.
“I didn’t think about that. It looked really pretty online.” He huffs, pouting as he looks down at you as an apology. Feeling his disappointment, you beam a smile up at him in an attempt to improve his mood.
“It’s not that bad. The trees are still pretty, and we can enjoy the walk- Oh! There’s a greenhouse too, right? It’ll still be fun!” You rattle off, swinging Yunho’s hand as you try to pull him onwards. The crease between his eyebrows remains, however. He continues muttering to himself self-deprecatingly.
“Gosh, I’m so stupid. Of course there won’t be flowers; there was a frost this morning-“
“Hey!” You interject, dropping his hand to stand directly in his path, arms crossed. Yunho starts - he definitely isn’t used to his cute, shy partner getting snappy. He finally lets his frown fall, replacing it with his signature boba eyes. “I don’t like when people are mean to my boyfriend, even if it's my boyfriend himself. So shut up and enjoy our date or go and sit in the car until I’m done!”
Yunho can’t contain himself anymore – he breaks into a soft smile, chuckling at your outburst. He’s quick to wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.
“I’m sorry- You’re right, we should just enjoy what we can.” He takes your hand again and begins leading you towards another path. You spend a few hours walking around looking at the scenery; trees, topiaries, and the occasional flower. You even come across as small pond with ducks.
“They’re so cute! Look, Yuyu! We should’ve brought some grain to feed them, I’m sure they don’t get as many snacks in the cold weather.” When you finish your spiel, you turn to look at him, only to catch him looking down at you lovingly. You instantly look away, blushing profusely, and drag him down further down the path.
Eventually you both begin to tire, and retreat to a small café nearby. A warm mug of coffee placed in front of you allows you to finally remove your gloves. Yunho continues to smile warmly at you, making you wriggle in your seat.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You half whisper, flustered.
“Because you’re really cute, angel. Especially when you told me off earlier. It was really charming.” Yunho teases, never breaking eye contact as he takes a swig of his own coffee. You instinctively hide your face in your hands, attempting to shield your embarrassment. Yunho tuts before pulling your hands away from your face and into his own. By now, you’re positively red-faced and flustered.
“Yunho, I- Wha- Just finish your drink.” You scold him, still unable to look him squarely in the eye. He laughs, but gives in to you, picking up his mug.
“I’m beginning to like this assertive side of you.”
Warnings: Crying, Overworking, Stress, Sannie being a massive softy <3
A/N: I had an assignment due yesterday, so this is completely self-indulgent. Sannie my love <3<3<3
Hunched over your desk, the crick in your neck is finally making your evening miserable. You’ve been working on this assignment for hours but seem to be making no progress as your eyes begin to glaze over. Fatigue is quickly taking over, but the deadline looms overhead, forcing you to keep working. Just as your eyes threaten to fill with tears, a hand gently leans over your shoulder to place a mug on your desk.
“You looked like you needed some tea.” San says softly, patting the top of your head gently. He looks like comfort incarnate – fluffy hair, thin-rimmed glasses and a chunky knit sweater. His broad stature looks so tempting to cuddle into, but you pull your gaze back to your assignment before you can give in.
“Thank you, Sannie.” You whisper, too tired to raise your voice. His hands drop to your shoulders, slowly rubbing in a clear attempt to comfort you. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for your tea and take a sip. You can feel San’s disapproving frown behind you, a heavy sigh escapes him as he nears the limit of his patience. Before you can move to placate him, he presses his lips to the crown of your head delicately.
“My love,” San mumbles into your hair, “I think you should take a break.”
“I would really love to, but I just have so much left to do. I don’t have enough time.” Your voice starts to crack as your tears finally burst over your cheeks. San immediately wraps his arms around you, cooing as he presses more kisses along your temple.
“Oh, my baby. You’re gonna be okay. Here-” San gently manhandles you out of your desk chair, before taking your place and pulling you down onto his lap. He cradles you tight, legs slung over his lap and face pressed into his neck. His firm grip and gentle humming soothe you effectively, your sobs reducing to small hiccups in a matter of minutes. When you eventually pull away to look at him, he smiles weakly at you. His eyes are red, a few tears trailing down his own cheeks. You both burst out in watery giggles, moving to wipe one another’s tears away.
“I’m sorry Sannie.”
“For what? I just want to take care of you, baby.” He plants more kisses along your temple and cheek playfully before pulling away. He arches an eyebrow at your disappointed frown, taking his time to tease you a little in an attempt to lighten the mood. Being the merciful gentleman he is he swiftly appeases you with a firm kiss on the lips, cradling your face in his strong hands.
“I love you so much, baby.” He hums, his eyes shining with affection.
“I love you too Sannie.” You reply softly.
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
“I love you 3000.”
“I love you 3001.” You stick your tongue out at him, earning a tickle to your waist. Yelping, you shift slightly in his lap and grab onto your desk. The sight of your laptop brings you back to reality. You still have work to do, and you still have a deadline. Deflated, you try to convince yourself to get back to work. San is a different beast though.
“I seriously need to get this finished though.” You gesture frustratedly at your desk. San sighs and holds onto your waist tighter.
“Okay. I’m not going anywhere though. There are no rules against working and cuddling at the same time.” His chin nuzzles over your shoulder, eyes scanning over your desk. Despite blushing aggressively, you reach back to your keyboard reluctantly.
After a few minutes you’re back on a roll, a new wave of energy coming over you just from San’s gentle presence. Suddenly your workload is manageable – maybe you did only need a little break. Or maybe you just needed your Sannie. He distractedly hums occasionally and his hands fidget slightly in your peripherals, eventually picking up your mug of tea.
“UGH!” He splutters out abruptly. You instinctively flinch and glance back at him. He grimaces as he places the mug back onto your desk begrudgingly.
“Are you okay?”
“Tea’s gone cold.” He grumbles, eyebrows furrowed. You chuckle lightly as you push his hair out of his face. His sulky pout is almost irresistible, but you know better than to fall for his wiles.
“I’m almost done, give me and hour and I’ll make you another one.” San hums in agreement, although his head resting heavily against your shoulder tells you he’ll probably be asleep by then.
Genre: Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluffy smut.
Pairing: idol!Hongjoong x KQemployee!fembodied!reader (y/n)
Wordcount: 2.7k
Warnings: Swearing, porn with a bit of plot, protected sex, morning sex, riding, no major kinks/power dynamics, they're just desperate for each other, Hongjoong is a little bit toxic.
A/N: My first smut, I really hope it's okay >.<
Having known Hongjoong for years, you should’ve known better.
He was a sweet guy, but had a poorly masked sensitive streak. He has never reacted well to what most would call constructive criticism, always having a snarky answer to unwanted feedback. Working at KQ as a social media manager for a few years had brought you closer to Hongjoong over time. You admired his tenacity and talent; he admired your creativity and candidness. Your mutual fondness had bloomed for a time, having settled into a steady friendship which neither of you dared to ruin.
Having worked hours of overtime yourself, you finally dragged yourself away from you desk at almost 11pm. With your eyes closing on themselves, you dragged yourself along the hall towards the elevator. A little light coming from one studio caught your attention, however. After knocking gently on his door, you push it ajar slightly to peak your head inside.
The room is dark, apart from a small lamp and the glow of computer screens. A discarded leather jacket and rucksack sit haphazardly on the arm of the couch. The trash can in the corner is begging to be emptied - overflowing with empty coffee cups and old take-out boxes. The office’s occupier sits slumped over at his desk; headphones on, hood up, shoes kicked to the side. He rests his head against one hand whilst the other furiously clicks at the files open on his screen. He doesn’t notice your appearance.
“Joong?” You try to catch his attention gently, but he is too absorbed in the task at hand. He frowns dejectedly, his scrunched nose causing his glasses to slip down his nose slightly. Still wanting to grab his attention, you lean slightly forward to nudge his shoulder.
“Joong?”
“Shit!-“ He jumps out of his chair with a shout. “What the fuck, y/n?”
You try to hold back your laugh, but his cute expression makes it hard to contain your giggles.
“Sorry Joong, I just wanted to say hi before I left.” You manage to choke out as he sits back down in his seat. He nods his head sceptically before turning back to his computer, not saying another word. Suddenly feeling awkward, you try to fill the silence.
“Rough day, huh? Me too, I had to re-shoot one of th-“
“I accidentally deleted part of the melody I’ve been working on. I’m not really in the mood to chat right now, y/n.” He interrupts, never looking away from his screen.
“Oh- okay.” You mumble out, feeling dejected. You begin to head towards the door before reconsidering your setting. His studio is a mess – there’s rubbish everywhere, Hongjoong’s clothes are strewn about, the overhead light is turned off and the computer screens are screaming eye strain. Taking a deep breath, you turn back to face him.
“Joong, don’t you think you’d feel a bit better if y-“ Hongjoong whips around in his chair before you can finish your sentence.
“Y/n, just leave it. I don’t want your help.” Hongjoong spits out, glaring angrily before resuming his work. Your breath catches in your throat, and you back out of the studio before running down the hall, embarrassed. You’d certainly known about this side of Hongjoong, even seeing him snappy occasionally. But he’d never directed his anger at you before. You make it out of the building, down the street and onto the bus before you slump into a seat and tears start rolling down your face.
Pounding on your front door makes you jolt awake. Squinting your eyes in the darkness, it takes you a second to realize that you’re on your sofa, not your bed. You stretch a little before another powerful knock pulls you back to reality. Flicking on a lamp, you begin to stumble towards the door, still exhausted. The third knock begins to piss you off - it’s clearly still night by the lack of light coming in the window, and the last thing you need is a noise complaint from your entitled neighbours.
You swing the door open with a scowl, prepared to scold the person on the other side. Hongjoong’s deflated figure is not what you were expecting. He’s dressed in the same clothes from earlier, grasping his jacket desperately with one hand. His hood had fallen down at some point, revealing his dishevelled black hair. Most striking are his reddened eyes desperately searching for your own. He’s panting hard like he’s just run a marathon.
“I- I’m so sorry. I don’t know why- I can explain, I just fe-“ he starts to stammer out, panicked and desperate. Grabbing his arm gently you pull him inside, not without noticing the awestruck expression plastering his face. You close the door behind you with a sigh, the man still gasping from exertion and holding back tears.
“Hongjoong, I have neighbours. What time is it?” He fumbles around for his phone before presenting it to you – 3.37am. His breath begins to settle a bit, but his expression is still pained. As upset as you still are, it’s distressing to watch him suffer. “I’ll get you some water.”
He follows you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, frantically conflicted between trying to calm himself down and explain himself. By the time you give him a glass of water, he can’t bring himself to look you in the eye.
“I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve all that. I- I have just had so many people on my back recently and I just exploded. I needed to tell you I was sorry, and you weren’t replying to my texts, and I didn’t know what to do.”
“Hongjoong. I was asleep. Y’know, that thing that normal people do at night time?” You smile timidly at him, understanding his frustrations but not completely forgiving him. He chuffs under his breath. “I wasn’t trying to be overbearing. I was just concerned about you. If you don’t want me to come by your stu-“
“No!-” Hongjoong blurts out, finally looking back at you. He sighs deeply, collecting his racing thoughts for a second. “I really don’t want you to feel like this is your fault. Nothing’s going right at the moment. I’m pretty sure Seonghwa’s mad at me too. I just don’t want to lose you.”
“You aren’t going to lose me, Joong. I’m not going to stop being your friend because of one shitty evening.” You try to joke, although the atmosphere in your kitchen seems to stay slightly tense.
“Friend?” Hongjoong echoes back, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah Joong. You’re too hard on yourself. I’m not going to stop being your friend just because of your little attitude problem.” You smirk at him before turning to the fridge. “So did you want something to eat or-“
A hand on your upper arm grabs your attention back. Hongjoong’s grip is a bit too firm, uncomfortable. You look over your shoulder only to be greeted with his longing face.
“I want more than that.” He says seriously, his voice and grip starting to shake lightly. “I want to be more than just a friend to you.”
Your breath sticks in your throat. His reddened eyes bore into your own anxiously. You can almost feel his heart pounding. You’re pretty sure he can feel yours too. Hesitantly you place your hands over his cheeks and step closer. God, he’s beautiful. Slowly the two of you lean in, lips ghosting over one another.
You both let go of the shaky breaths you were holding, giggling lightly as Hongjoong’s hands fall to your waist. He finally firmly presses his lips to yours, humming contently and gripping your waist tighter. His lips work slowly but confidently, taking his time in savouring the moment. Just when you think to pull him closer, he pulls away and nuzzles his head into your shoulder. His hair messy, lips wettened, cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry, but I’m really fucking tired.” He admits timidly, knowing exactly whose fault it was. You run a hand comfortingly up his back and into his fluffy hair.
“Do you wanna stay over? It’s almost dawn anyway.”
He leans back and smiles softly. “God yeah.”
You manage to get a few hours of sleep in, this time in your bed and snuggled up to Hongjoong’s side. With no pyjamas he opted to strip out of his hoody and jeans, sleeping in just his boxers and a t-shirt. A rosy dawn light begins to filter in thought the window, casting a pinkish hue over Hongjoong’s peaceful face. Distractedly, you begin to stroke your fingers over his collarbones, drinking in the warm, serene moment. Hongjoong eventually begins to stir, crinkling his nose and stretching out like a cat.
“Good morning, Joong.”
“Morning.” He manages to yawn out, still not opening his eyes. “I hope you’re not supposed to be working today.”
“Nope. I’m all yours.”
“All mine?” He cracks an eye open and quirks an eyebrow. You smack his shoulder gently.
“Didn’t know you’d be this cheesy.”
“Can’t help it. Can a guy not just be happy that he’s in his crush’s bed?” He begins to stroke your hair, humming lightly under his breath.
“Crush? Is this middle school?” Hongjoong half snorts and rolls his eyes.
“You seriously didn’t notice how obsessed I am with you? I’ve been pining hopelessly for months. I just didn’t know how to cross that line until I thought you really wouldn’t want me anymore. I just can’t think about my life without you.”
“Really?” His gaze softens.
“Really, darling.” It takes less than a second for your resolve to snap. You lean over him, pressing your lips to his with sudden vigor. His fingers instantly tangle into your hair, pulling you even closer. The kisses you share are rougher and faster than last night – hungrier. One of Hongjoong’s hands dips down to grab a handful of your ass, pulling you fully over his lap to straddle him. You pull away slightly in shock, panting from exertion, nonetheless. He begins to panic, misreading your response.
“I’m sorry, was that too much?”
“No, Joong. That was fucking hot.” You dip down again, this time attaching your lips to his jaw. He instantly releases a guttural moan, palming your ass to ground himself.
“Fuck darling. Don’t leave marks, we’ll get in trouble.” In retaliation you drag your hips along his, feeling him hardening in his boxers. You are equally affected in your panties. He let’s out another breathy “fuck” before pulling desperately at the hem of your sleep shirt. “Please?”
He looks a sweet mess when you whip the shirt over your head and throw it somewhere onto your bedroom floor. His hands automatically reach up to cup your tits, thumbs rubbing slowly over your nipples. You continue grinding against him, lifting his t-shirt enough to expose his toned navel. You moan in unison, groping and kissing for a while. Suddenly Hongjoong grabs your hips and sits bolt upright with a start.
“Are you okay, Joong?” His eyes are blown and his face flushed and warm. He gathers his breath for a second, still holding you tight.
“I almost came.” He pants out before letting out a small giggle.
“Shit, Joong. I thought I hurt you.” You climb off his lap, pulling his shirt fully off him in the process. Hongjoong takes the initiative and lies you down, hovering over you. He dips down to reunite your lips as his hand ghosts over the band of your panties. He hesitates just a second too long. Impatient, you grab his wrist and guide his hand to your covered clit.
“Please, Joong. I really need this.” Hongjoong almost collapses at your whining. Twelve hours earlier he had nearly convinced himself that you would never want to speak to him again. Now he’s pulling your panties to the side and tentatively caressing your wet cunt. A garbled moan gets stuck in you throat when his thumb flicks against your clit and fingertips circle your soaked hole.
“Fuck darling, your really do need me, huh?” Hongjoong voice drops by an octave, giving away his own desire. Repaying his favour you reach for his clothed cock. He’s already half-hard, a little short but pleasantly thick. You swallow each other’s moans, tongues dancing against one another and noses clashing in your eagerness. His fingers get bolder, dipping inside up to the knuckle and stroking deliciously against your sweet spot.
“Does that feel good?” He asks breathily as he leans back on his haunches to take in the sight of your whole body. You nod desperately, losing track of your words. Feeling the need to ground yourself, you reach one hand to his wrist and one to his knee. He smirks down at you warmly, enjoying his time toying with you. “God, you look so pretty right now.”
Your blush is uncontrollable. Moans and whines tumble out of you as Hongjoong’s fingers work tirelessly. He continues to stare affectionately at you whilst you lose all ability to look him in the eye, rapidly descending towards your climax. Enjoying the show, Hongjoong begins to press down on your lower stomach, sending you hurtling over the edge with a shriek. Your vision goes white, but you can still hear Hongjoong’s smug giggle as your body begins to spasm with pleasure.
Taking a second to collect yourself, you stare at the ceiling, allowing Hongjoong to massage your thighs as you calm down. Slowly you peel yourself up off of the sheets and look an eager Hongjoong in the eye. “Holy shit, Joong.” He bites his lip as he pulls you back onto his lap.
“You look so beautiful when you cum, darling.” He muses, pushing your now sweaty and tangled hair out of your face. Despite feeling a little sensitive, he looks too good to miss.
“I have some condoms if you wan-“
“Please darling, shit.” He immediately begins shuffling out of his boxers as you lean over to the bed side table. His idle hands reach back towards your ass, slowly pulling down your soaked panties and discarding them onto the growing pile of dirty clothes on the floor. You finally settle back down over his lap and fiddle with the condom packet as he begins to press gentle kisses over your temple and cheek.
“You’re distracting me.”
“You’ve been distracting me for years, this is payback.” Hongjoong fires back, taking a firm hold of your backside. You finally manage to open the packet and give him a few quick pumps before rolling it down his length. He hisses in a breath and lets his head roll back against the headboard. He’s not usually this sensitive, but his need for you is overtaking his normal self-control.
With a quick kiss to his jaw, you start to sink down onto his cock. He immediately opens his mouth with a soundless gasp, instantly overwhelmed. His hands desperately grab at your hips and ass, trying to guide your movement. You rock your hips feverishly, the added stimulation on your sensitive clit becoming overwhelming quickly. Hongjoong’s head finally rocks forward again and his gaze locks onto your hips gyrating, gaping mouth beginning to salivate.
“Shit darling, I’m not gonna last.”
“It’s okay Joong, I want you to cum, yeah?“ You whine back, trying to push past your overstimulation to get him over the edge. His eyes roll shut in response, grip tightening on your waist as his hips begin to thrust upwards to meet your movements. Even with his lip caught in his teeth his moans continuously slip out.
“Fuck- Fuck- I’m gon-” Hongjoong’s mouth hangs open, panting heavily as his hips shudder through a few final thrusts. He wraps his arms tightly around your middle, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he comes down from his high. You collapse on top of him, fatigued, sticky and overstimulated. You settle into each other’s breath and heartbeats for a few minutes before saying a word.
“Mmh darling, thank you.” Hongjoong mutters into your neck. You giggle in response, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.
“That’s okay, Joong. I’ve had a fun morning.”
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Buy me dinner first.” He rolls his eyes as you slowly detach yourself from him. He stands up, discarding the condom and searching for his discarded underwear. “You can take a shower if you want”
“Yeah, I may need to head into work for a bit. I technically still need to fix that song I messed up last night. Got a bit distracted after you left.”
“Well, we can clean ourselves up, have a little breakfast and then head into work. You can finish your song, and I can clean up that hell hole of a studio.”
Hongjoong scoffs and launches your dirty t-shirt at your head.
Pairing: Seonghwa x Gender Neutral Reader (No y/n)
Word count: 313.
Warnings: None, except I made myself cringe with cuteness aggression?!?
“Sweetheart?” The whisper jolts you out of a peaceful sleep. Groaning and burying your head into a pillow earns a hearty chuckle from the soft voice above you.
“Are you going to get up?”
“No.” you reply, albeit muffled by your pillow. A second chuckle draws you to look up at the man leaning over you. Fluffy white hair and dark-rimmed glasses frame his face, as he half-smiles trying to fight off sleep himself. He adjusts the loose fitted jumper slipping off his shoulder before gesturing to the bedside table.
“I made you coffee.”
“I’m tempted.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes lightly, before giving in and launching himself back onto the bed – and on top of you.
“Ow- Hwa, get off!” you screech as he nuzzles his head into the side of your neck.
“Then get up, I have stuff to do.” He whines and kicks his legs dramatically. You awkwardly adjust under his weight to look at him, pouting to himself and fiddling with the ends of your hair. His fake attitude does little to cover his handsome features. His bleached hair is still ruffled from sleep, his eyes tired and soft behind his glasses, his lips plump and soft despite his pout.
“Hwa?”
“Yeah?” he replies petulantly, struggling to maintain his mock-tantrum.
“I love you.”
His pout drops and his eyes widen cutely. His fingers abandon your hair to stroke gently against your cheek as a smile returns to his face. A gentle flush begins to settle on his cheeks.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” A gentle kiss presses against your temple, before he sits up abruptly. “But I really do need you to get up. I know it’s your day off, but it’s laundry day and I need to change the sheets. I really need to vacuum too…”
You head flops squarely back onto your pillow with a huff.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first drabble, so please let me know what you think! ✨
