𑣲 frankie⋆˚࿔

my fav things to write are minjoong, matz, and yungi but ill write any ship 😛😛

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currently working on (as of jan 29 2026)

1. f/f minjoong socmed au where model mingi moves into a new apartment and she finds that she really likes her doorman, hongjoong

2k words -> top mingi, bottom yunho

The stage lights were hot, burning into Yunho as he jumped around the stage, but he sang just the same as usual, his level of performance never altered. Even as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, he kept the same bright smile on his face, waving at fans and putting all his energy into everything he did. He glared down the stage towards Mingi, who was standing on the edge, interacting with fans, screaming up at him. He smirked, chuckling at something, before turning and walking away, back towards the main stage. Mingi looked straight ahead, his eyes meeting Yunho’s as he found his way back to the rest of the group, lingering there for a moment before he pulled them away, glancing back at the audience. He walked to the edge of the stage, spinning his mic around to hold it by the top, using his other hand to stabilize it as he made a motion, rubbing the handle against his free hand, a knowing smirk on his face. 

Yunho watched as Mingi made the motions, paying close attention to the way his gloved hands moved, the nature of his movements rather sexual. He couldn’t help but stare, his stomach turning slightly as he began to think of other things Mingi could do with that microphone. A heat began pooling in his abdomen, and he felt a rush of blood to his cock, so he quickly tore his gaze away from Mingi, and inconspicuously adjusted his pants, making sure his erection wasn’t obvious, especially on stage in front of thousands of fans. Yunho was thankful that they were close to the end of their set, so he wouldn’t have to cover it up for very long. 

When Yunho looked up again, Mingi was closer to him, his tongue poking out between his lips as he looked at Yunho with a knowing smile. Mingi always knew just how to rile him up, and he could tell it had worked by the redness on Yunho’s ears and the faint flush on his cheeks. He nodded slowly at Yunho before walking past him to interact with their other members and fans on the other side of the stage.

Yunho snapped out of his daze, getting himself back into performance mode, covering up his nervousness with a smile and his usual energetic behaviors, hopping around the stage like an excited puppy. He waved at fans and sang his parts like he was supposed to, and when the show ended and he finally got to get off stage, he did so quickly, walking with a crowd of his members and managers back to the dressing rooms.

Hongjoong gathered the members together, telling everybody that they did a great job and put on a fantastic performance, praising them all for their hard work. 

When they broke, Yunho grabbed Mingi before he could run off anywhere and pulled him down the hallway, finding his way into an empty dressing room, pulling Mingi in with him and slamming the door shut behind him. He didn’t say a word before he lunged at Mingi, pressing his lips to Mingi’s in a desperate kiss. Mingi’s hands found their way to Yunho’s waist, and his lips started to move in tandem with Yunho’s. His tongue poked out, running across Yunho’s lips, and Yunho parted them, Mingi’s tongue slipping into his mouth, gently swirling over his own. Their bodies pressed close together, and Mingi had taken off his gloves while Hongjoong was talking earlier, so Yunho could feel the texture of his rings through the fabric of his shirt, the metal pressing into his waist. He could also feel the microphone that Mingi still held in one hand, touching Yunho’s waist where he held on.

Mingi backed Yunho into a vanity, reaching down to hook his hands around Yunho’s thighs and lift him onto it, his legs spread apart so Mingi could stand between them. He leaned forward, connecting his lips to Yunho’s again in a wet kiss, the sloppy sounds filling the room. He set his microphone down next to Yunho, sliding his hands up Yunho’s sides. He tangled the fingers on one hand into Yunho’s hair, tilting his head back to expose his neck. Mingi leaned in, pressing kisses to the soft skin of his throat, just around his pulse point.

“Mingi- don’t leave marks.” Yunho reminded him, his voice coming in heavy breaths.

Mingi leaned back for a minute, looking Yunho in the eyes. “What, do you think I’m some kind of amateur? Remind me how many times we’ve done this now?” 

Yunho chuckled at Mingi’s mocking remark, nodding slowly. “Yeah, whatever. Go on then.”

Mingi leaned back in, pressing more kisses to Yunho’s neck, careful not to leave any bruises in his path. His free hand traveled down Yunho’s chest, making its way to his belt. He started to undo Yunho’s belt with one hand, his fingers working expertly to unfasten the buckle. When he slid it free, he worked on the button and zipper of his pants, quickly opening them. Mingi pulled back from the kiss, letting go of Yunho’s hair and focusing his attention on Yunho’s pants. 

Yunho slipped his hands over Mingi’s shoulders, stabilizing himself while he lifted his hips up so Mingi could pull his pants down to his lower thighs, along with his underwear, freeing Yunho’s hard cock, the cold air hitting him like a train. Mingi traced a finger up the underside of his cock, teasing him gently, pulling a whine out of Yunho. Then he grabbed Yunho’s legs, pulling him off the vanity and spinning him around to lean forward against it. Mingi pushed him down by his back, just below the nape of his neck, pressing his face against the hard surface. His free hand made its way down Yunho’s spine, leaving a chill as it traveled. 

Mingi slid his fingers all the way down, tracing teasing circles around Yunho’s rim, while Yunho gasped, his breath coming short and staggered.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Mingi asked, his smirk so evident in his tone of voice that Yunho didn’t need to look at him to tell that it was there; he just knew it was. 

“With- with your mic…” Yunho pleaded, his voice low and shaky.

“With my mic? You want me to fuck you with this?” Mingi asked, reaching for his mic on the vanity next to Yunho’s head. Yunho nodded, up and down, face still pressed against the countertop.

“Well, I don’t want to hurt you… I don’t have any lube.” Mingi says, his tone hesitant as he looks between Yunho and his microphone.

“I can take it,” Yunho says, his voice desperate, hips pushing back to get closer to Mingi. “Please, Min.”

Mingi went silent, staring at the mic for a long minute, shifting it in his hand, feeling the weight and size of it, before finally speaking again. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

Yunho chuckled softly, nodding again, his gaze flicking up to Mingi behind him. Mingi leaned forward, bringing two fingers to Yunho’s mouth, pressing them against his lips. He didn’t have to say anything; Yunho already knew what to do, his lips parting for Mingi’s fingers, his tongue swirling eagerly around the digits. Mingi pulled out when they were completely coated and dripping with saliva, bringing the same fingers down to Yunho’s rim again. 

The coolness of Yunho’s own spit sent a shiver through him as Mingi spread it around with his fingers. When he’d finally had enough of teasing Yunho, he started to slowly push one finger into his hole, stretching him open, moving slower than usual since they didn’t have the proper things for prep. He gave Yunho extra time to adjust before pumping his finger in and out, Yunho’s breath catching in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut. When Mingi added a second finger, a moan ripped out of Yunho, his mouth falling open in an ‘o’ shape.

“Yun, be quiet. Somebody will hear.” Mingi reminded him, slowing the pace of his fingers. He started to scissor them, stretching Yunho completely open, more than well enough to take the size of the heavy microphone. So Mingi withdrew his fingers, leaving Yunho twitching, aching for more.

Mingi spit into his own hand, coating the microphone’s handle in it as much as he could without it being potentially dangerous, and then he lined it up with Yunho’s hole. The cold silver of the metal handle was a shock to Yunho, his hips twitching forward, away from it, at first, before he gave in and relaxed again, his breath softening. Mingi pushed the handle gently against Yunho’s entrance, feeling a bit of resistance at first, before it slowly gave way. Mingi pushed the microphone in carefully, his free hand moving from Yunho’s back to his hip, holding him tight to keep him balanced. Yunho gasped as the cold, hard metal filled him, the sensation like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was a mix of discomfort and pleasure that made his vision blur and his head feel warm.

“Breath, Yun,” Mingi murmured, his voice steady. “Breathe.”

Yunho tried to relax again, but the strange new feeling of the weight and texture of the metal inside him overtook his mind, and he couldn’t make himself relax now. He noticed the soft clicking sounds of Mingi’s rings tapping gently against the handle as he moved it, the sound matching the slow, steady thrusts of the microphone into Yunho.

Mingi paid close attention to Yunho’s reactions, trying to make sure he wasn’t hurting him, as well as admiring the way his face twisted slightly each time he pulled the microphone out and slammed it back in again, hitting his prostate dead-on. Mingi leaned forward, his chest pressing against Yunho’s back, his lips finding the shell of Yunho’s ear.

“How does it feel, baby?” Mingi whispered, his breath hot against the back of Yunho’s neck.

“It’s… different,” Yunho said, his voice strained as he began to speak. “I feel really full. It’s heavy.”

“Like you expected?” Mingi asked, still moving in the same rhythmic pattern.

“Ah- yes,” Yunho replied, his voice dropping to an even lower tone. He gasped as Mingi thrusted the microphone particularly hard into him, the sounds of his heavy breathing filling the room. 

Yunho’s moans grew louder, and Mingi had to remind him again to stay quiet, but it was hard when he was starting to feel so desperate. He met each thrust of Mingi’s hand, desperately moving his hips to match his motions.

“Min,” Yunho gasped, his voice breaking, eyes squeezing shut again. “I’m close.”

Mingi was shocked that he was right on the edge already, especially since he hadn’t even actually touched him yet, but he wasn’t the kind to deny Yunho, so he didn’t mind.

“Ah- come for me, baby,” Mingi commanded, his movements becoming more urgent, his free hand snaking around Yunho’s waist to rub a teasing thumb over his cock. 

Yunho’s body tensed, his muscles clenching around the handle of Mingi’s microphone as a loud moan ripped out of him. He started to shoot ropes of cum onto the front of the vanity he was lying on, the white substance dripping down the outside of the cabinets. 

Mingi held Yunho gently, keeping him still while he came, his movements slowing as Yunho started to come down from his high. Mingi pulled the microphone out, setting it aside and watching Yunho as his breathing started to even out, his face still pressed against the surface of the vanity. Mingi helped Yunho to his feet, reaching down to tuck him back into his pants, and sorting out his clothes again. When he stood straight again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Yunho’s neck in a soft kiss.

2.4k words -> top san, bottom mingi

i forgot to post on tumblr oops

Mirrors lined the wall, shining Mingi’s reflection back at her as she followed through the steps again, just like San had shown her. The light makeup she’d put on earlier that morning was starting to run with her sweat, her mascara smudging under her eyes as she went again and again. She’d been dancing for hours, running through the same choreographies over and over. Her chest heaved with her breath, coming in uneven gasps.

“Again,” Mingi said, looking at San with her hands on her hips. Her ponytail clung to her neck from the sweat, her bangs sticking to her forehead.

“Mingi, you’ve run through the same part five times already. I told you it’s good. Take a break.” San insisted, picking up Mingi’s water bottle from the floor by the mirror and holding it out for her to take a drink. Mingi glanced up, meeting San’s eyes. She had a towel around her neck, and her short black hair was neatly brushed aside from her face. Her black tank top clung to her skin, the straps of a purple sports bra peeking out from the arm holes.

Mingi hesitantly took her bottle from San, flipping it open and tossing her head back to take a sip, the cool liquid flowing down her throat, sending a refreshing chill down her spine. When she finished, she shut the lid again and handed it back to San.

“I’ll make it six times,” Mingi said finally, stepping back to get into position again. San stepped closer, looking up at Mingi, meeting her eyes.

“No, you’re done,” San replied, glaring at Mingi with a stern look in her eyes. “You can’t overwork yourself before your tour even starts. You won’t survive a whole month of this if you push yourself past your limits before you even get on stage.”

Mingi looked past San, at the mirror, where her own reflection stood. She knew San was right. She could see how tired she looked in her own reflection, and she knew that if she kept this up, she wouldn’t last. But still she argued.

“Sannie, I have to be perfect,” Mingi said quietly, still staring at herself.

“Minnie, you are perfect in your own way already. You’ve worked so hard these past few weeks, and you haven’t missed a step in ages.” San responded, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair out of Mingi’s face. Mingi glanced back down then, looking into San’s eyes, like she was searching for any doubt. But she didn’t find any.

“Okay,” Mingi answered. “I’ll stop. I’ll take a break.”

“That’s my girl.” San smiled, taking the towel from around her neck and reaching up to dab at Mingi’s sweat. Mingi flinched away slightly at first, taken aback by San’s praise, but she quickly composed herself, allowing San to dry her face and neck.

“I feel really tense,” Mingi said when San was done, reaching up to rub the back of her neck. Her muscles felt tight, and when she applied pressure, she could feel it in her shoulders and back as well.

“Ah- come to my room later and I’ll give you a massage, help you stretch, whatever you need.” San offered, glancing up at Mingi.

“Does 7 work?” Mingi asked, still rubbing the back of her neck. San nodded, a small smile forming on her lips again, her eyes scrunching up slightly. 

San helped Mingi put her things back in her practice bag, and as they left the studio, they went their separate ways.

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Back in Mingi’s room, she took a quick shower, scrubbing shampoo into her long hair, scrubbing away any sweat from her practice. 

She paid close attention to the clock, and as it started to approach 7, she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time, making sure her hair was neat and her glasses were on straight, before leaving her room and heading to the elevators. San lived in her building, just two floors below, so Mingi got on the elevator, riding it down to San’s floor. She walked down the hall until she reached San’s room, gently knocking on the door. She heard footsteps approaching immediately and took a small step away from the door. When it swung open, San stood there, wearing different clothes than before, her hair damp and messy. She was still wearing a tank top, but it was purple this time, with a pair of basic black sweatpants. 

Mingi’s clothes contrasted slightly — a pair of light grey shorts with a pink crop top, dropping off her shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her shoulder and a strip of her tummy. Her shorts hung low on her hips, accentuating her hourglass figure and her long torso.

“Come in,” San offered, stepping out of the doorway to let Mingi walk past her. Mingi took in her surroundings, noticing that San’s decor was pretty minimalistic, but it still felt homely. There was a candle burning somewhere, the soft vanilla scent reaching Mingi’s nose as she inhaled softly.

“It’s nice,” Mingi remarked, glancing around. San came up next to her, sticking her hands in her pockets and glancing up at Mingi.

“Thank you,” San said, giving a soft smile. The room went silent for a moment as they looked at each other, the tension growing stronger. “Well, uh, we'd better get to what you came for, hm?”

“Oh. Of course.” Mingi responded, snapping herself back to reality. She let San lead her to the couch, tossing pillows aside so Mingi could sit comfortably with her back to San.

“I’ll start up here, since this feels the tightest,” San said softly, her fingers coming to brush over the back of Mingi’s neck. She tightened her grip slightly when Mingi nodded in acknowledgment, pressing her thumbs into the knots in Mingi’s neck.

Mingi groaned at her touch, the harshness of her fingers cutting through her thoughts. 

“Mm- fuck, Sannie, please be gentle.” Mingi requested, but she leaned back into San's touch anyway, the pain turning into a sort of pleasure as she kneaded the knots out of Mingi’s muscles. 

“If I'm gentle, it won't get the job done,” San replied, digging her thumbs harder into Mingi’s neck, pulling another groan out of her. The sounds sent a heat through her, but she stayed composed, giving Mingi no sign that anything was bothering her. She couldn't yet, not until she was sure Mingi would be into it.

“Just hurry then,” Mingi muttered, her eyes falling shut as San continued to work her way down Mingi’s neck and to her shoulders, where she really started to use a lot of pressure.

“I'm sorry if this hurts, Minnie. Just let me know if it's too much, okay?” San asked, pausing her motions. Mingi nodded in response, mentally preparing for San to go harder. She started massaging one particularly hard knot, using her thumbs as well as her knuckles. She gently pulled Mingi’s shirt down to expose her bare shoulder. As San’s fingers brushed against Mingi’s skin, she flinched, the sudden contact bringing a flush to her cheeks.

“Ahhh- Sannie,” Mingi whined, leaning back into San’s touch again.

As she massaged Mingi, San started to become more impatient, and she worked as quickly as she could to get the knots out. When she was finished, she spoke again.

“Minnie?” San began, pulling her hand off of Mingi and leaning slightly to the side to look Mingi in the eyes.

“Hm?” Mingi responded, turning her head to make eye contact with San.

“I got you a gift. Before you open it, I want to say… I know it might seem weird, but I’ll explain after, okay?” San explained, waiting for any kind of acknowledgment from Mingi. 

“Okay…” Mingi answered, her voice taking on a nervous tone. San pulled out a gift bag from behind the couch, reaching forward and handing it to Mingi.

Mingi hesitantly opened the bag, pulling the wrapping paper out and reaching into the bag to take out whatever was in it. It felt like a rectangular box, like there wasn’t anything super special about it, so she pulled it out without any idea of what it could be. When she did look at it, her jaw went slack, her face flushing a bright pink. 

“You’re very tense. I thought it might help you relax.” San explained.

Mingi held the box in her hand, staring at the label as if it might change, but of course it didn’t. It was an 8.5-inch dildo, bigger than any one that she’d owned before, and it was a translucent hot pink. She looked at it in shock, and San reached out to put a hand on hers, bringing her back to reality.

“Minnie, is it okay?” San asked, waiting for Mingi to meet her eyes.

“It’s, uh…” Mingi hesitated, unsure about what to say. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay.” 

“I’m glad,” San replied, pulling her hand off of Mingi’s. She reached forward to grab the gift bag and the tissue paper from Mingi’s lap, but was caught in a kiss before she could do anything with it, Mingi’s lips pressing against hers so suddenly that she barely had any time to react. 

When Mingi pulled back, her eyes were wide, staring into San’s desperately.

“Sannie,” Mingi breathed out, her voice shaky. “I need you.”

San smiled softly, pushing everything between them out of the way. She reached up to cup Mingi’s cheek, helping her lie back gently on the couch, the box with the dildo still in her hand. San climbed carefully over her, leaning down and connecting their lips again. She trailed a hand down Mingi’s torso, slipping it under her loose crop top and brushing her fingers over the thin fabric of Mingi’s lacy bra, stretched over her large chest. San circled her fingers carefully there for a moment before trailing her hand down again, tickling Mingi’s tummy softly as she moved, causing Mingi to giggle into their kiss. San’s hand dipped below the waistband of Mingi’s shorts, then her panties, Mingi’s wetness immediately slicking San’s fingers. She shivered slightly under San’s teasing touch, gasping against San’s mouth.

“You’re so wet, Minnie. My pretty girl is really desperate, hm?” San muttered softly, pulling back from the kiss to get a good look at Mingi’s expression, taking in the redness of her face, the way her eyes shut in bliss.

San pulled her hand out of Mingi’s shorts, hooking her fingers in the waistband and tugging them down instead. Mingi lifted her hips briefly to help San take them off, followed by her panties, which were cotton and soaked with the evidence of her arousal. Once she pulled them off, she grabbed the box with the dildo out of Mingi’s hand, leaning back to open it. Mingi opened her eyes, watching San as she opened the box and pulled the dildo out. It seemed bigger as she held it in her hand, and Mingi was slightly nervous, especially having never taken one so big before.

“Lift your head for me, baby,” San asked, reaching behind Mingi and pulling out a small bottle of lube that was hidden under the pillow she was lying on. San flipped the lid on the bottle open, squeezing some out into her hand and smearing it onto the dildo. She covered it completely, although she wasn’t expecting Mingi to take the whole thing; she wanted to be prepared just in case.

San brought the dildo between Mingi’s legs, pressing the head teasingly against her entrance, without pushing in yet. Mingi’s breath hitched as she felt the cool, lubed tip press against her, her eyes fluttering closed. She exhaled nervously in anticipation. San watched her, her gaze filled with desire as she began to slowly push the dildo inside her, inch by inch, giving Mingi time to adjust.

“Ah, fuck,” Mingi whimpered softly, reaching up to grip the couch cushions behind her. “It’s… so much.”

San paused, looking up to meet Mingi’s eyes as they fluttered open again. “Is it too much?” 

“No, keep going. I want it all. I can take it.” Mingi reassured, her breath coming in short gasps. San smiled, pushing the dildo in deeper, her movements deliberate, even as she allowed Mingi to acclimate to the sensation and the size. Mingi’s back arched slightly, her body trembling with a combination of pleasure and discomfort.

“You’re so tight, Minnie. This is why I said you need to relax.” Sam murmured, her voice low. Mingi whimpered in response, her fingers digging harder into the couch cushions as San started to slowly move the dildo in and out of her in slow, shallow thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of Mingi’s heavy breathing, combined with the slick sounds of the dildo moving inside her.

San leaned down to connect their lips in a kiss again, her free hand trailing up Mingi’s side, under her shirt. She circled her fingers over Mingi’s nipples through her bra, and Mingi moaned into the kiss, her hips twitching as San continued to thrust the dildo into her.

“Oh my god, Sannie,” Mingi gasped as San pulled away from the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut again. “I’m so close.”

San brought her hand from Mingi’s chest down her body, her fingers finding Mingi’s clit. She rubbed in tight circles, still moving the dildo at the same pace.

“Come for me, Minnie,” San spoke, her voice low and breathy against Mingi’s neck. Mingi’s body tensed, her stomach tightening as her intense orgasm ripped through her. The pleasure built, and she felt the overwhelming sensation deep within her, her muscles clenching around the dildo. With a gush, she squirted, the warm release pouring out of her and soaking San’s hand, puddling on the leather of the couch below her. San’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and delight as she felt the fluid flood her hand. She continued moving the dildo inside Mingi and circling her clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure that she could, until Mingi was writhing underneath her from the overstimulation. It was only then that San pulled away, pulling the dildo out with a small ‘pop’. A satisfied smile grew on her face as she looked down at Mingi, her hair messy, sweat slicking it to her forehead, and San was pleased with herself for making her feel so good.

“You are incredible. Absolutely amazing.” San remarked, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Mingi looked up at her, a soft smile growing on her lips.

“I really needed that… you were right,” Mingi admitted, staring up at San.

2.4k words -> top hongjoong, bottom yunho

a/n: ive gotten a day behind on all my posts bc ive had a killer migraine but im hoping to maybe post twice tomorrow to get back on track

Hongjoong got home from work at his usual time, the lock of his and Yunho’s apartment door clicking as he turned the key and pushed the door open. The apartment was quiet, but Hongjoong could hear the faint sound of Yunho in his office, probably playing a game on his PC while he waited for Hongjoong to get home.

Hongjoong took off his shoes and hung up his coat before quietly making his way down the hall to the office, cracking the door open and peeking his head in.

“Yun?” Hongjoong said, his voice breaking the silence. Yunho paused his game quickly, turning in his chair to stand and meet Hongjoong at the door.

“You’re home!” Yunho said happily, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Hongjoong, his form towering over Hongjoong’s smaller one. When he pulled away, he took a step back, looking Hongjoong up and down, taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. 

“I’m gonna go shower. I just wanted to let you know that I was home.” Hongjoong said, smiling softly at Yunho before turning and leaving. Yunho watched him disappear down the hall into their bedroom, the light turning on, illuminating parts of the hallway through the crack in the door, and the corners of Yunho’s mouth curled up into a smile, happy that his boyfriend was home, just down the hall.

Yunho walked back over to his desk chair, sitting and resuming his game, the sound coming back on as he got comfortable in his seat.

In the bedroom, Hongjoong got a set of clean clothes together and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He turned on the water in the shower, getting undressed while he waited for it to warm up. He loosened his tie, pulling it off, then he unbuttoned his shirt, sliding that off over his shoulders. His pants came next, his belt falling with them, and then finally his socks and boxers. By the time he was completely undressed, the shower was warm enough for him to get in, so he stepped past the curtain, the water washing over him.

He stood still for a moment, just taking in the feeling, all the tension he felt from work leaving his body as he relaxed.

Hongjoong took a deep breath, reaching out and grabbing the bottle of shampoo to wash his hair, squeezing a dime-sized amount into his hand and reaching up to scrub it into his hair. He took his time showering, making sure he was perfectly clean, as well as enjoying his time alone with just the sound of the water and the warmth running over his skin.

Yunho sat at his desk down the hall, leaning forward as he played his game, paying close attention to it. He hadn’t realized just how long he’d been playing since before Hongjoong got home, or how focused he was now, but he finished the level he was on and finally leaned back again, running his fingers through his hair. As he sat still for a moment, he started to pay attention to the heat pooling in his stomach, a pressure forming. The feeling had been there for a while already, but he’d decided to ignore it and focus on his game. Now, it was starting to become uncomfortable, making him squirm in his seat.

He stood up from his chair, walking down the hall into his and Hongjoong’s bedroom, knocking on the bathroom door, snapping Hongjoong out of his thoughts.

“Hyung, can I come in?” Yunho shouted through the door, his hand coming to rest on the door handle. “I really need to use the toilet.”

Hongjoong thought about drying off to get out and unlock the door for Yunho, but after such a busy day at work, he decided to have a little fun with him instead.

“No,” Hongjoong called back, and a short silence followed, maybe as Yunho was registering his response.

“Please, hyung, it’s urgent,” Yunho replied, leaning against the door.

“Just wait. I’m almost done.” Hongjoong replied. While it was true that he was almost done showering, he wasn’t done with Yunho, and he smirked slightly at the ideas that came to mind, each one more debauched than the last. 

Hongjoong finished washing up, rinsing off any soap that was left on his body and shutting off the water, stepping out of the shower and grabbing his towel off the hook to dry off.

Yunho sat just outside the bathroom door, his knees pulled up to his chest, legs squeezed together tight as he waited anxiously for Hongjoong to come out of the bathroom. The urge to let go was getting stronger, the pressure still building in his abdomen. He started to shake his leg slightly, leaning back against the wall.

When the door finally opened, he jumped up, coming face to face with Hongjoong. He tried to get past him to get into the bathroom, but Hongjoong stopped him.

“Ah- not so fast,” Hongjoong said, putting a hand on Yunho’s chest to hold him there.

“What- hyung, I really need to go.” Yunho pleaded, looking down at Hongjoong with a desperate look in his eyes.

“I know. But you can hold it a little longer, I think.” Hongjoong pushed Yunho back gently with the hand on his chest, shutting the door to the bathroom behind him as he moved out of the way.

“What are you doing?” Yunho asked, taking a step backwards.

“Having fun,” Hongjoong replied, walking Yunho to their bed, pushing him back to sit down on the edge. Yunho shifted uncomfortably, but he couldn’t deny that Hongjoong’s demeanor was sending a new wave of warmth through him, his body tensing under Hongjoong’s touch.

Hongjoong climbed into bed after Yunho, kneeling behind him and snaking his arms around his waist. He let them come to rest on Yunho’s lower abdomen, pressing a slight pressure into his tummy. For Yunho, it sent a sharp pain through him — nothing serious, but enough to make him gasp. However, the pain quickly turned into a flash of pleasure, his thighs squeezing together again to keep control of himself.

“Hongjoong-hyung, please. Please let me go, I really, really need to.” Yunho begged, his voice coming out in small gasps as Hongjoong gently massaged his lower belly. 

“Not yet, pup, we just started. I know you can hold it. Good puppies don’t have accidents, right?” Hongjoong said lightly, his breath ghosting over Yunho’s ear from behind. The condescending edge to his words made Yunho squirm again, but Hongjoong’s hold on him kept him from moving too far.

“B-but hyung-” Yunho started, his eyes squeezing shut.

Hongjoong cut him off, his voice slightly harsher than before as he spoke. “No buts. Show me you’re a good puppy or get punished. Those are your options, yes?” 

“Yes…” Yunho replied, deciding not to fight it anymore. “I’ll be good.”

His voice took on a breathier tone, the effort of trying to compose himself starting to catch up to him. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and he leaned back against Hongjoong, letting his head fall back onto Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“That's it. I just want to make you feel nice and warm, see?” Hongjoong’s tone turned softer than before, and one of the hands that he’d massaged Yunho’s tummy with trailed down to cup the bulge in his pants, touching him gently through the fabric.

Yunho's lips parted, an exhale escaping between them as he shifted under Hongjoong's touch again, his hips twitching against Hongjoong's hand, seeking more friction. Hongjoong kept his touch light, rubbing Yunho softly over the fabric for what felt like an eternity. 

Hongjoong kept pressure on Yunho’s abdomen with one hand while he teased him with the other, and it made Yunho feel crazy trying to maintain control of his bladder. He kept squirming, and Hongjoong kept having to use more force to hold him as still as possible.

“Why did you let yourself get so desperate, Yun? Do you like how it feels? All nice and warm inside?” Hongjoong questioned, sliding his hand up from Yunho’s bulge, slipping his fingers into the waistband of Yunho’s sweatpants.

Yunho was embarrassed at just how well Hongjoong read him, his face and ears flushing a dark pink at his words.

“I just forgot to go…” Yunho whined, his voice quiet and shaky.

“Oh, come on, puppy, tell me the real reason. You're brave, I know you can do it.” Hongjoong reassured, slipping his hand completely into Yunho’s sweatpants, his fingers coming to you with the hem of Yunho’s boxers under his clothes.

“That is the real reason,” Yunho replied, whining as he spoke, the way a dog does when it wants something.

“Yun,” Hongjoong said, taking on a darker tone.

“Hyung, please… Why does it even matter?”

“Because I'm trying to see what's got you so worked up, but if you don't tell me, then I can't help you, pup,” Hongjoong replied, cupping Yunho’s cock over his boxers. Hongjoong could feel how hard he was — just as much as he could feel the way his tummy kept tending with the effort of trying not to have an accident.

“The pressure feels good…” Yunho finally admitted, his face flushing a darker red.

“Just that?” Hongjoong questioned, gently rubbing Yunho’s bulge, drawing a whimper out of him.

“And- uhm- it's a bit humiliating…” Yunho explained, voice dropping to a whisper again.

“And you like that, I bet? Being a dumb little puppy?” Hongjoong asked. He moved his hand again, slipping it inside of Yunho’s boxers and wrapping his fingers around Yunho’s cock with no warning. Yunho gasped again, hips shifting, abdomen tensing. Hongjoong gave a few slow strokes inside his boxers, and Yunho suddenly couldn’t focus on anything except the heat that pooled in his lower tummy.

“Hyung- I can’t h-hold it anymore,” Yunho whined, his thighs squeezing together again.

“Yes, you can. You will. Until I say. No accidents, remember?” Hongjoong replied, teasing the tip of Yunho’s cock with his thumb, making Yunho’s hips twitch forward.

“Ahh-” Yunho whined, squeezing his eyes shut. He was fighting to keep himself from letting go, so he tried to keep his focus on the feeling of Hongjoong’s hand around his cock rather than his bladder, which felt like it was about to burst. 

“Maybe this will help you learn your lesson about being a dumb puppy, hm?” Hongjoong remarked, pumping his fist around Yunho’s cock slightly faster. All Yunho could do was whine and gasp, his words unable to come out. 

Yunho’s stomach felt like it was starting to tighten, but he couldn’t tell if it would be his orgasm that would come first, or his piss, so he tried to hold back anyway, just in case it was his piss — the last thing he wanted was a punishment from Hongjoong for having an accident.

“I feel how tense you are, Yun.” Hongjoong started, picking up his pace again, skimming the tip of Yunho’s cock. “You can cum if you want, pup.” 

Yunho squirmed again, contemplating Hongjoong’s words. He nodded slowly, acknowledging Hongjoong’s words. It didn’t take long for him to let go, spilling ropes of cum into his boxers, soaking them with it, as well as Hongjoong’s fingers. His chest heaved with his breath, rising and falling dramatically.

“There you go. You’re such a good boy, Yun.” Hongjoong praised, pulling his hand out of Yunho’s pants and bringing his fingers to Yunho’s mouth for him to lick them clean. He stuck his tongue out, letting Hongjoong stick his fingers in his mouth, and he licked off his own mess, leaving a layer of saliva behind.

When Hongjoong pulled his fingers out, he focused back on Yunho’s abdomen, the pressure still hot and heavy inside his bladder, threatening to empty at any second.

“Wet yourself,” Hongjoong ordered, massaging his lower belly gently again.

“Hyung, you said-” Yunho started to argue, but he was quickly cut off.

“I know what I said. But now I’m giving you permission. So go ahead. Wet yourself.”

Yunho whined softly, his face flushing a light shade of pink again, a wave of humiliation washing over him. He was embarrassed — embarrassed by how much he was enjoying the way Hongjoong spoke to him now, but also embarrassed by how badly he wanted to obey him, his cock twitching again slightly at the thought. 

Hongjoong trailed his hands from Yunho’s lower stomach, finally, palming his cock over his pants again, which now had a small dark spot where his cum was starting to soak through the fabric.

“I’m waiting,” Hongjoong whispered, leaning in close to Yunho’s ear, pressing a kiss just behind it. Yunho took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from feeling too overly humiliated, as he finally let go of what he’d been holding in for so long. He whimpered softly as the pressure started to release in his belly, the dark spot on his sweatpants growing quickly as his piss soaked through them. It leaked onto Hongjoong’s hand, where it was still resting on Yunho’s crotch, and Hongjoong smiled a satisfied smile, happy to see his boyfriend so pliant and obedient to him.

“Wow, Yun. I told you that you could do it. You just had to trust me, see?” Hongjoong said, watching as a small puddle started to form on the floor beneath Yunho’s feet, dripping down from a trail that splattered down the foot of the bed. When Yunho was done, his breathing was heavy again, his ears bright red, his eyes shut in embarrassment. 

“Not such a dumb puppy after all,” Hongjoong stated, moving from where he sat behind Yunho and climbing off the bed. He stood in front of Yunho, reaching forward to take his hands, and Yunho shyly gave them to him, standing up with Hongjoong.

“Let’s get you showered and in some clean clothes, yeah? I’ll worry about the bedsheets and the floor. You did well, Yun.” Hongjoong said, leading Yunho to the bathroom. He helped him undress and turned on the warm water in the shower, helping Yunho in and shutting the shower curtain behind him.

1.8k words -> top seonghwa, bottom mingi

“Seonghwa-hyung, it’s getting really late,” Mingi said, his low voice breaking the silence of the practice room. It was just the two of them left in the building; everybody else had gone home hours earlier, but Seonghwa wanted to practice more, and Mingi didn’t want him to have to walk back to their apartment alone, so he stayed with him, practicing his own parts while Seonghwa tried to perfect his.

“I know, just a little bit longer, Min, I promise we’ll go soon,” Seonghwa replied, still staring at himself in the mirror, his chest heaving slightly from the way he was breathing. He’d been working non-stop for almost two hours now, and it was obvious he was tired, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Hyungie, please. You’re doing really well. You can practice more tomorrow.” Mingi reassured, walking up behind Seonghwa and meeting his eyes in the mirror in front of them. He placed his hands on Seonghwa’s shoulders, leaning on him from behind, his chest pressing against Seonghwa’s back. He leaned down to rest his chin on Seonghwa’s shoulder, and he let his hands slip down to wrap around Seonghwa’s waist from behind.

“Min, come on,” Seonghwa said, but he couldn’t help the way he leaned back into Mingi’s touch, like he needed the support after working so hard. “You know I can’t say no when you act like this.”

“Of course I know. Why do you think I’m doing it?” Mingi replied, smirking slightly. The room went silent for a moment as they kept their eyes locked in the mirror, and then Seonghwa spoke again.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had any alone time together.” He said, resting his head against Mingi’s shoulder behind him.

“Hm, I guess it has. But we live together.” Mingi’s breath ghosted over Seonghwa’s neck as he spoke, sending a chill through him.

“But we also live with Sannie, and he doesn’t go out much. I miss pampering you.” Seonghwa admitted, smiling at Mingi through his reflection. He felt Mingi tense slightly behind him, his arms tightening around Seonghwa’s waist.

“I miss that too,” Mingi replied shyly, his voice dropping slightly. “I always enjoy doing anything with you the most, hyung.”

“Oh? Why’s that, Min?” Seonghwa asked, obviously looking for a specific answer, like he knew what Mingi was gonna say already, but he wanted to hear it out of his mouth first.

“Because you know me the best,” Mingi answered quietly, pausing for a second before continuing on again. “You know how I like to be touched… how I like to be fucked.”

Seonghwa chuckled softly at Mingi’s shy admission, the way his face flushed a light pink and his voice lowered to more of a whisper. “Why are you being so shy, Min? It’s just us here.” He said, bringing his hands to rest over Mingi’s on his tummy. He brushed his fingers over Mingi’s skin slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps up his arm.

“I’m just a little nervous, I guess…” Mingi admitted, burying his face in Seonghwa’s shoulder.

“You don’t need to be nervous. Come here.” Seonghwa spun around in Mingi’s hold, reaching up to cup his cheeks, moving his hands to tuck a few strands of Mingi’s hair behind his ears. “My big baby. How do you feel right now?”

“Uh, hot,” Mingi answered honestly, meeting Seonghwa’s gaze.

“Hm. Poor thing. How can I help?” Seonghwa asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Well… uhm…” Mingi stuttered. He knew what he wanted to say, but a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he couldn’t get the words to come out.

“Min, use your words, baby,” Seonghwa said, tilting his head up to force him to make eye contact.

“I n-need you,” Mingi confessed, his face flushing a darker shade of pink.

“Ah. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Seonghwa asked, gently caressing Mingi’s cheek before pulling away completely. He grabbed Mingi’s hand, pulling him closer to the mirror, stopping him just a few feet away from the wall. He put his hands on Mingi’s shoulder, pushing down gently.

“On your knees, Minnie, it’ll be easier that way,” Seonghwa said, glancing down to the floor. Mingi obeyed, dropping gently to his knees, facing the mirror. Seonghwa knelt behind him, bracketing Mingi between his spread knees, his chin coming to rest on Mingi’s shoulder this time, as they once again made eye contact through the mirror. Seonghwa’s hands snaked around Mingi’s waist, coming to rest on his lower tummy, a new wave of warmth starting to flow through Mingi’s body.

“Hyung-” Mingi started, but his voice caught in his throat as Seonghwa made small circles over his belly. “What if we get caught here?”

“We won’t get caught. Everybody is gone.” Seonghwa reassured him, rubbing harder circles into his tummy. He leaned into Mingi’s neck, pressing small kisses, making Mingi whine softly, instinctively tilting his head slightly to the side to expose more of his throat to Seonghwa. He sucked gently at Mingi’s skin, leaving marks behind — harder for the makeup artists to cover, but Seonghwa didn’t care, he just wanted to mark his pretty boy up.

Seonghwa trailed his hands back down Mingi’s chest and past his stomach, toying with the drawstring of his sweatpants. Mingi was hard, his cock already straining obviously against the fabric of his sweatpants, leaking an obscene amount of pre cum — beginning to form a wet spot where it soaked through his boxers and sweatpants.

“Min, you’re leaking so much already,” Seonghwa remarked, running a hand over the bulge in Mingi’s sweatpants, making Mingi squirm under his touch.

Seonghwa cupped him harder, grinding his palm against Mingi, a gasp escaping from between his lips. Then Seonghwa pulled his hand away, bringing it instead to Mingi’s waistband, slowly tugging it down to free his cock, sensitive, but aching for Seonghwa’s touch. Seonghwa brought his right hand to Mingi’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it. Mingi whined softly, his hips twitching.

Seonghwa’s left hand snaked up around Mingi’s neck, coming to keep a firm grip on him and tilt his head up, the cold metal of Seonghwa’s team ring pressing into the sensitive skin of Mingi’s throat.

“Watch. You shut your eyes or look away, and I stop. Okay?” Seonghwa explained, his hold on Mingi’s neck unwavering as he gave his cock a lazy stroke. Mingi let out a small whimper again, swallowing nervously before speaking.

“Okay.” He answered, turning his gaze to the mirror in front of him, reflecting his desperate expression back at him. He noticed the way Seonghwa’s slim fingers curled around his neck — how pretty his tan skin was against Mingi’s lighter complexion.

“And you have to try to be quiet. Can you do that for me, baby?” Seonghwa asked, tightening his grip on Mingi’s cock as if he was testing him.

“I can do it,” Mingi replied, his voice shaky. He leaned back against Seonghwa more for support, and Seonghwa loosened his hold on Mingi’s throat, his fingers just resting there rather than holding him there. He started to stroke Mingi with a new seriousness, his hand movements more calculated now — not lazy, like they had been before.

Mingi kept his eyes on himself in the mirror, barely recognizing himself when his face turned into twisted expressions of pleasure as he tried to keep quiet.

He stifled his moans well, mostly only letting out silent exhales or low whimpers. Seonghwa kept a steady pace, stroking Mingi the way he knew he liked it, pumping his fist up and down, pausing every few strokes to trace his thumb over Mingi’s tip. It was those times that were hardest for Mingi to keep quiet. He was sensitive, and it almost made Seonghwa’s touches unbearable, but he did his best to stay as still as possible, fighting every urge to thrust into Seonghwa’s hand and match his rhythm.

“Min, you’re doing so well,” Seonghwa said after a while, tightening his grip again and speeding up his movements. He tightened his grip around Mingi’s throat as well, squeezing just right to make him feel dizzy, but not enough to actually hurt him.

Mingi gasped at the sudden pressure in his head, suddenly feeling fuzzy, but he didn’t take his eyes off the mirror; he just watched himself shift and squirm, his thighs trembling slightly.

Seonghwa released his throat after a short moment, but he kept a relentless pace on Mingi’s cock, and he could feel Mingi’s muscles starting to tense up, as if he was getting close to the edge.

“Hyung, please,” Mingi begged softly, blinking slowly at Seonghwa through his reflection in the mirror.

“Do you deserve it?” Seonghwa asked, his voice dropping to a whisper, his breath ghosting across the back of Mingi’s ear.

Mingi nodded, his eyes shutting for a moment out of pure bliss.

“Please. I’ve been good. I’ve been quiet like you asked. And I haven’t looked away.” Mingi said, his throat dry.

“Well, yes, that’s true,” Seonghwa answered, slowing down his hand around Mingi’s cock.

“Hyung…” Mingi whined, his hips jerking forward instinctually.

“Okay, Min. Go ahead, baby.” Seonghwa allowed, pumping his fist until Mingi started to spurt ropes of white cum, covering Seonghwa’s hand, dripping onto his own sweatpants, and dripping down the mirror in front of them.

Seonghwa continued to move his hand, gently stroking Mingi’s cock through his whole orgasm, not taking his hand away until he was sure he’d milked Mingi of every last drop.

“Look, Min. Look at the mess you made. Aren’t you gonna clean it up?” Seonghwa asked, gesturing to the mirror. He backed away from Mingi, leaving him to sit on his own.

“You want me to-” Mingi started to ask, turning to look at Seonghwa, but Seonghwa cut him off.

“Go on,” Seonghwa said, gesturing to the mirror with his head. Mingi sighed, nodding slowly before shifting forward on his knees. He braced himself with his hands on the floor, leaning down to get closer to the mirror, and sticking his tongue out to lick a small drop of his cum off. He glanced back at Seonghwa, who just nodded, as if to say ‘keep going’.

Mingi turned back to the mirror, trying to forget any embarrassment he felt, and he put his tongue out again, tracing it over the mirror to clean any spots that had his cum on them.

When he licked the surface clean, he looked back at Seonghwa, who was watching him with a gaze of admiration.

1.8k words -> top mingi, bottom jongho

“Fuck!” Mingi exclaims suddenly, pulling his headphones off and leaning forward with his head in his hands. The sudden action snaps Jongho out of his focus, and he bookmarks the page of the book he’s reading and sets it aside on his nightstand.

“What happened, Hyung?” Jongho asks, turning to look at Mingi in bed next to him, his laptop open on his legs.

“These lyrics, I just- nothing seems right.” Mingi says, sighing into his hands. He rubs his face briefly and groans, leaning back against the headboard and shutting his laptop. “I told Hongjoong-hyung I’d have my lyrics ready by Thursday. That’s in two days, and I still have nothing.”

Jongho sighed, moving closer to Mingi in bed.

“You need to relax. You’re tense, I can hear it in your voice and I can see it on your face.” Jongho said, reaching over to take Mingi’s laptop and headphones, leaning further to set them on his nightstand. “Take a break.”

“I won’t get them done in time.” Mingi replied, turning to look at Jongho.

“Well that’s too bad, but your health is more important, and I think the best thing for your health right now is to put the computer down and let your boyfriend help you relax, hm?” Jongho suggested, leaning closer to Mingi.

Mingi knew he was right — that he had been working himself too hard recently. And he also knew that he hadn’t really had a chance to do much more than sleep and eat with Jongho these past few weeks. He closed the distance between the two of them, bringing his hands up to Jongho’s face and holding him gently as he pressed their lips together.

There was a tension between the two of them that had been building more than usual across the last few weeks, while they’d both been so busy, and it was obvious in the way they kissed each other. Mingi already felt like he was able to let go a little more, some of the pressure coming off his shoulders as he moved in tandem with Jongho.

Mingi was shirtless, having already gotten ready for bed, as did Jongho, but he was wearing a simple black t-shirt. Mingi trailed his hands under Jongho’s shirt, gently squeezing the soft skin of his sides. Jongho’s hands stayed on Mingi’s neck, keeping him still as they kissed. 

“Take it off.” Jongho demanded, pulling back from the kiss for a minute.

Mingi listened, tugging at the hem of Jongho’s shirt and pulling it up slowly, breaking the kiss to bring it over Jongho’s head. Jongho chuckled slightly at Mingi’s eagerness.

“You’re desperate.” He said, his eyes locking onto Mingi’s.

“Didn’t realize how bad I missed this.” Mingi replied, leaning back in to press his lips to Jongho’s again, but Jongho put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“I knew you did.” Jongho put his hands on Mingi’s shoulders, sitting up and switching their positions so he could straddle Mingi on the bed. Mingi put his hands on Jongho’s waist, as Jongho leaned down to kiss Mingi again, grinding against him as he did. Mingi let out a small whine into Jongho’s mouth, his hips rocking up briefly to meet Jongho’s.

“I want to fuck you.” Mingi admitted, running his hands over Jongho’s skin.

“Let me think about it. Maybe in a bit.” Jongho said, sliding down between Mingi’s legs, pushing them apart. He gently placed a hand over the bulge in Mingi’s boxers, feeling him — already half-hard — through the fabric.

“Oh, you did need this bad. Touched you once and you’re already hard.” Jongho said, still tracing teasing fingers over Mingi’s boxers. Mingi squirmed under his light touch, his hips pressing up for more friction.

“Jongho, please.” Mingi asked, his fingers already tangled in their bedsheets.

“Please what, Hyung?” 

“Please just… just touch me already. Actually touch me. Not through my clothes.” Mingi pleaded, his legs already shaky.

“You want me to help you?” Jongho teased, brushing his fingers up Mingi’s thigh. “Do you think you deserve it, bun?”

Mingi let out another small whine at the nickname, laying back against his pillow.

“You were the one that said I needed to relax. So help me relax. Please.” Mingi begged again, his voice coming out breathier. Jongho cupped the bulge in his boxers again, fully hard now, and he squeezed gently, pulling a low groan out of Mingi.

“Does that feel good, bun?” Jongho asked, touching him over the fabric of his underwear. Mingi replied with a nod, his eyes shut. 

“I bet you want more though, don’t you?” Jongho hooked his fingers into the waistband of Mingi’s boxers, tugging them down and freeing Mingi’s cock. He was leaking an obscene amount of pre cum, dripping down his cock and soaking the fabric of his boxers. Jongho leaned down, gently licking the tip of Mingi’s cock, tasting him.

Mingi’s hand shot instinctively to the back of Jongho’s head, running his fingers through Jongho’s hair, while restraining himself from trying to push further into Jongho’s mouth.

Jongho could tell he was holding back, but still he moved painfully slowly, switching from swirling his tongue teasingly around the tip of Mingi’s cock to licking slow stripes up the side. Mingi moaned under him, his legs trembling, his head thrown back.

After a few minutes of the teasing, Jongho pulled off of Mingi’s cock, sitting up between his legs. He reached down, replacing his mouth with his hand, giving Mingi a few careful strokes, his body tensing.

“Are you close already, hyung? I just started.” Jongho asked, the corners of his lips curling up into a small smirk. Mingi’s face scrunched, and he nodded, taking on an expression of obvious embarrassment.

“You don’t have to wait. I know you need it.” Jongho said, but he didn’t speed up his strokes, he just kept going at the same painfully slow pace. Mingi came anyway, his mouth dropping open in a gasp, before a whine tore out of him, his body convulsed ever so slightly, as thick ropes of cum spurted out of his cock, coating Jongho’s fingers, as well as his own stomach and thighs, the creamy substance dripping between his legs.

Jongho didn’t stop. He kept a hand around Mingi’s cock as he leaned down again, this time licking up the cum that had landed on his inner thighs, Mingi twitching from the contact on his sensitive skin. Jongho’s tongue worked its way over his legs and up to his tummy, licking him clean there too, before finally taking his hand off of Mingi’s cock and making a show of licking his fingers clean. When he finished, he climbed away from Mingi, crawling across the bed to open his nightstand drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. Then he crawled back over to Mingi, settling between his legs again.

“I’m gonna stretch myself out and I want you to watch and get nice and hard for me again, okay? Then I’m gonna switch places with you and I want you to fuck me real good, can you do that?” Jongho asked, opening the bottle of lube and pouring a good amount onto his fingers.

“Yes. I can- ah- I can do that.” Mingi replied, propping himself up on his pillows so he could watch Jongho more easily as he brought his fingers to his rim, pressing one in slowly, sinking it to his last knuckle with a gasp.

“Mmh- you’re gonna fill me up so well, hyung. You always do.” Jongho said breathily, slipping his finger out and back in again, exhaling softly each time. His actions made Mingi’s heart race again as he watched, Jongho’s expressions sending a heat back through him.

“Fuck.” Mingi exhaled, his eyes never leaving Jongho as he worked himself open. When he added another finger, he let out another loud groan, using his fingers to scissor himself open. 

He pulled them out with an obscene pop and looked back at Mingi again.

“Come on, bun.” Jongho said, and Mingi leaned up, moving to allow Jongho to lay in his place as he knelt on the bed, just between Jongho’s legs. Mingi lifted them, resting them on top of his thighs and lining himself up with Jongho’s entrance. He was already extremely sensitive, and the fact that he’d came once before didn’t help make it any better, so as he pushed into Jongho’s tight hole, he let out a loud whimper, and he was grateful that he was kneeling comfortably on the bed or else his legs might’ve given out.

Jongho let out a loud moan at the intrusion as well, his fingers curling into the sheets.

“Fuck, that feels good. Do you feel it, hyung? The way you’re stretching me open? Keep going just like that.” Jongho said, pushing his hips forward slightly to meet Mingi’s. Mingi nodded, leaning down to brace himself with his hands on the bed, before pulling out until just the very tip of his cock was still in Jongho, and then pushing in again, a moan ripping out of him and Jongho.

“That’s it. That’s good. Don’t you wanna make me feel good?” 

Mingi nodded again, his breaths too shaky for him to speak coherently, his hips already moving at a messy pace as he pounded into Jongho, hitting his prostate over and over again, pulling an array of sounds out of Jongho with each impact.

“Jjongie, i-it’s too much, I can’t keep going.” Mingi whined, his pace slowly down as his body started to tremble, the sensitivity catching up to him.

“You can’t stop. You keep going until I tell you.” Jongho replied, reaching up to tuck a strand of Mingi’s air behind his ear.

“Hhnngh,” was all Mingi could manage, his mind starting to go fuzzy as he tried to speed up to his previous pace again. 

Jongho noticed the way he was behaving, and he knew it was because he was starting to reach the edge again, so he reached up, holding Mingi’s biceps, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“Just a little longer… whenever you’re ready.” He said, leaning back, letting his head sink into his pillows. Once he gave permission, Mingi came almost immediately, burying himself deep inside of Jongho and filling him with his load. Jongho wrapped a hand around his own cock, giving a few strokes before spilling onto his stomach, still full of Mingi.

They stayed still for a moment before Mingi pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to Jongho, his face warm and flushed, his hair messy, covered in sweat, and Jongho could tell he was exhausted. Mingi didn’t say anything, he just laid quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

“Maybe now you’ll be able to write those lyrics, hm?” Jongho suggested, leaning over to give Mingi a small kiss on the forehead and then laying down next to him again.

2.6k words -> top seonghwa, bottom san

Every year, San spends weeks trying to think of something perfect he could give Seonghwa for his birthday. Last year, he took Seonghwa out to have dinner at a fancy restaurant — their first date night after two and a half long months on tour, and it ended in a nice hotel room that San had booked just for the night, where they shared a few drinks, watched a romantic movie, and fell asleep in each others arms.

San wanted to do something similar this year, but he wanted to make it better. He wanted to give Seonghwa the most he could give him, so he went out one day while Seonghwa had a schedule, and he went to the nearest adult store to buy a variety of sex toys. He wasn’t sure what Seonghwa would want to try, or what he would like, as they’d never used sex toys before, so San bought a wand vibrator, a pair of purple handcuffs, a ball-gag, and a vibrating butt plug. On the way to the checkout, he passed by a shelf of flavored lubes, pausing to look briefly through them, his eyes landing on a strawberry flavored one. He knew Seonghwa loved strawberries, and he figured it might be worth trying, so he grabbed that too, and walked up to the checkout counter to buy the items. When he got back home with them, he found a place to hide them so that Seonghwa wouldn’t accidentally find them before his birthday.

When Seonghwa’s birthday finally did come around, San asked Mingi if he could take him out for a bit — which Seonghwa resisted at first because he wanted to spend time with his boyfriend, but Mingi insisted that Seonghwa came with him, and that it would be a quick trip, he just wanted to treat him to lunch. Afterwards, Mingi planned on dropping Seonghwa back off at their dorm and heading over to Yunho and Yeosang’s to let San and Seonghwa have the space to themselves for the rest of the night. 

The plan went well, and Seonghwa had a nice lunch with Mingi, but Seonghwa also wasn’t stupid, and when Mingi said he wouldn’t be going back in with Seonghwa, he guessed that it was because San had something planned for him. Mingi had pulled up to the curb outside of their building, putting the car in park.

“What are you doing?” Seonghwa asked, glancing over at Mingi with a confused expression.

“Oh, I’m staying with my boyfriends tonight. I’ll be there until early afternoon tomorrow.” Mingi replied, letting his hand drop from the steering wheel as he explained.

“Sannie did something, didn’t he?” Seonghwa asked, the entire lunch plan finally clicking in his brain. “He needed me out so he could set something up, right?”

“Go see for yourself, Hyung.” Mingi suggested, chuckling. “He’s waiting. I told him we’d be back by 3.”

Seonghwa glanced at the time, which read ‘3:14’.

“Guess I’d better hurry up then.” He said, grabbing his things out of Mingi’s car and opening the door to step out. “Have fun with Yunho and Yeosang. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 

Mingi chuckled, nodding. “Of course not. You too. Happy birthday, Seonghwa-hyung.”

Seonghwa thanked him with a wave and a small bow before shutting the passenger door and walking around the front of the car to step onto the sidewalk and go back into their building. He got on the elevator, riding it up to their floor and fishing his key out of his pocket. It was on a keyring with a few other ones, and he fumbled trying to get the right one with only one hand, as he was holding his jacket in the other.

He unlocked their door slowly, turning the handle and pushing the door open with a small squeak. San was sitting just inside, like he’d been waiting for Seonghwa to get back, and Seonghwa smiled softly at him when he came in.

“Hi baby,” Seonghwa said, leaning against the wall of the foyer to kick his shoes off, and then moving to hang his jacket on one of the hooks. As he took a moment to straighten it out, San came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Seonghwa’s waist and resting his chin on Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“I have a surprise for you, Hyung.” San said, pressing a small kiss to the side of Seonghwa’s neck.

“Is that so? And just what would that be?” Seonghwa asked, the corners of his lips turning up into a curious grin.

“I’ll show you.” San said, moving his hands up Seonghwa’s sides and bringing them over his eyes. “Just trust me.”

He led Seonghwa slowly to the bedroom, covering his eyes but helping to make sure he didn’t trip over anything. When he got Seonghwa to the doorway of his room, he took his hands off his eyes.

“Okay, open.” San said, taking a step back.

Seonghwa opened his eyes to see San’s room, mostly dark with a golden glow cast over it from the candles he had lit. The room smelled lovely, and it was very clean — San had even put a fresh bouquet of Seonghwa’s favorite flowers on his nightstand. But what really caught Seonghwa’s eye was the bed. It didn’t look much different than usual, but it was neatly made, and in the middle there was a gift bag.

“Is that for me?” Seonghwa asked, pointing to the bag.

“No, it’s for Mingi.” San said sarcastically, poking fun at his boyfriend. “Of course it’s for you, who else would I do all of this for?”

Seonghwa stepped into the room, walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge, pulling the gift bag into his lap. San sat next to him, resting his hands on his lap and nervously waiting for Seonghwa to open the bag. He watched as Seonghwa pulled out the tissue paper, setting it gently aside, before reaching in and pulling out the first item — the handcuffs. He held them up, raising an eyebrow at San.

“What is-” He began to ask.

“Take everything out and then we’ll talk.” San said, cutting him off. Seonghwa chuckled and set the handcuffs aside, before reaching in the bag again and pulling something else out. This time, it was the butt plug.

“Sannie…” Seonghwa said, his lips curling into a grin again.

“Keep going!” San chuckled.

The ball-gag came out next, making Seonghwa’s eyes widen slightly, but he didn’t ask questions this time, he just set it aside with the other items and reached in for the fourth thing — the wand vibrator. 

“Choi San.” Seonghwa said, but his tone was angry, just amused.

“There’s one more thing. Just- before you say anything else.” San said, gesturing to the bag again. Seonghwa reached in one last time, lifting out the bottle of strawberry flavored lube, inspecting it for a moment.

“Strawberry?” He questioned, looking at the bottle.

“I know you love strawberries. Thought it might be worth a try.” San said. Seonghwa put the discarded tissue paper back in the gift bag and set the bag on the floor by his feet.

“I do love strawberries… thank you, baby.” Seonghwa replied, leaning in to wrap his arms around San in a tight hug. “But now I want you to explain.”

“Of course.” San answered, pulling back from the hug. “We haven’t experimented in awhile. I know you’ve been saying you wanted to maybe try something new. So I bought these. For you to use on me. You can use one of them, or all of them — whatever you want. It’s your day. I’m okay with anything.” 

“Seriously?” Seonghwa asked, his jaw dropping slightly at the implications.

“Seriously. Anything you want. I’m ready. And I already cleaned and charged the toys. We’re ready to go.” San said.

“Okay. Let’s try it then.” Seonghwa agreed, his face lighting up at the idea. San stood from the bed, beginning to strip his clothes off — starting with his shirt, followed by his pants, then his socks, then his underwear, before climbing back onto the bed, this time against the pillows and the headboard. Seonghwa had a look on his face like he was thinking, and then he snapped out of it.

“Handcuffs first.” Seonghwa declared, reaching for the cuffs and crawling over San. “That okay?”

“I told you already. Do whatever you want.” San replied, allowing Seonghwa to bring his hands together above his head, before securing the handcuffs on.

“Not too tight, is it?” Seonghwa asked, sticking a finger between San’s wrists and the cuffs to make sure there was enough extra space.

“I’m good. Keep going.” San said, staring up at Seonghwa as he backed up again for a moment to reach for the bottle of lube. He took the cap off to remove the seal, and then screwed it back on, flipping the lid open and squeezing the liquid out onto his fingers. He climbed over San again, reaching down to run his cold, fingers over his rim.

“You look so pretty, my love.” Seonghwa said, tracing circles around his hole. San squirmed slightly, the coldness of Seonghwa’s fingers sending a shiver through him.

As Seonghwa started to play with his hole a bit, he leaned down, capturing San’s lips in a kiss, swallowing any gasps or moans he made. After what felt like an eternity to San, Seonghwa finally slipped a finger into his entrance, the intrusion pulling a groan out of San’s lips. Seonghwa continued to kiss him as he moved his finger, pulling gently in and out, stretching San open as carefully as he could. When he added a second finger, San started to squirm again, but Seonghwa kept him still, his free hand on San’s chest to hold him still. He scissored his fingers, the sensation turning San into a gasping mess, and Seonghwa went on like that for a while. 

Seonghwa figured two fingers would be all he needed today though, as he wasn’t planning on fucking San — how could he when he had all these new toys he wanted to try out. 

The second item Seonghwa leaned back to reach for was the vibrating butt plug. He opened the lube again, pouring enough onto the plug to coat it completely. San was breathing heavier now, the anticipation building as Seonghwa came closer with the plug. He brought it to San’s hole, slowly sliding it inside of him until his hole clenched around it, all of it except the base buried inside of him.

“I’ll start it on a low setting.” Seonghwa said. He pressed two small buttons on the bottom of the plug, turning it on its lowest mode, and San already felt it everywhere, even just from that.

Seonghwa leaned in to give him one last kiss before reaching behind himself again for the ball-gag. This was one of the objects San was most anticipating trying if Seonghwa was up for it. He wasn’t sure what it would be like, he’d never experienced anything even close, and it made him slightly nervous — but San trusted Seonghwa. And even with the nervousness, he felt an overwhelming sense of excitement as he brought the gag to his mouth.

San parted his lips, allowing Seonghwa space to secure the gag around his head. It was an interesting feeling, and San didn’t hate it immediately, like he thought may have been a possibility. He felt a drop of spit drip down his chin but he tried not to mind it, and instead he focused back on the feeling of the vibrating plug inside of him as Seonghwa moved to pour more lube out, this time onto San’s cock. Seonghwa wrapped his slender fingers around him, stroking him slowly and shifting back on the bed to lean down. 

San glanced down at Seonghwa, drool starting to drip down his chin, and he watched as Seonghwa brought his pretty, plump lips to the side of San’s cock, staring up at him with those big, shiny eyes. He licked up the side of San’s length, tasting the strawberry flavor of the lube.

“Oh wow.” He said, pulling away for a minute to lick his lips. “The strawberry was a good choice, Sannie.” 

He leaned back in, wrapping his lips around the tip of San’s cock, swirling his tongue around to taste the flavor of the lube, mixed with the flavor of San’s leaking pre cum. San groaned around the ball-gag, his chest rising and falling quickly as his pulse raced.

Seonghwa bobbed his head slowly, switching between focusing with his tongue and his lips. He went for a while, until San’s legs started to tremble, the dual-stimulation becoming a lot to handle. Seonghwa pulled off with a small popping sound, and he wiped his chin of a few drops of spit that had dripped out of his mouth. San’s chin was covered in his own drool, his lips quivering softly around the gag, but he didn’t make any sign that he wasn’t enjoying it, so Seonghwa continued, finally grabbing the wand vibrator. He turned it on, setting it to a higher speed than the plug, but still not enough to be too much for San.

Seonghwa wrapped a soft hand around the base of San’s cock again, holding it in place as he brought the vibrator to his cock, pressing it against his sensitive tip. The contact made San let out a muffled yelp, his hips twitching. The combined stimulation of the plug and the wand were almost too much for him, and he’d never felt so out of control of his own body before, but still, he trusted Seonghwa, and he didn’t feel bad, it was just a feeling that he had never experienced before. His mind was fuzzy, and there was a heat in his stomach. Seonghwa reached down, turning the plug up ever so slightly, and San squirmed more, like he was trying to get away from the toys — but he wasn’t. He was just trying to get used to them. 

Seonghwa pressed the wand more firmly against San’s cock, letting him feel every vibration. It didn’t take long after that for San to cum, spilling thick ropes onto Seonghwa’s hand and the wand, some of it even dripping between his legs down onto the bedsheets below him. Seonghwa kept the wand against him for just a moment longer after he came, then he pulled away, turning it off and setting it aside. He reached down to turn off the butt plug, and then he carefully extracted it from San’s hole, causing him to moan softly again, even now as his head was spinning.

Then he leaned up again, reaching around San’s head to undo the strap of the ball-gag, tossing it aside. It left small marks on San’s face, but it was nothing that wouldn’t fade by the morning. The cuffs came off last, and finally San was just himself again, nothing attached. He reached up to cup Seonghwa’s cheeks and pulled him down into another kiss.

“Happy birthday, Hyung. I hope it was everything you could’ve hoped for.” San whispered, his voice tired.

“It was the most perfect birthday I’ve ever had, Sannie. You know exactly how to make me the happiest boyfriend in the world.” Seonghwa replied, laying down next to San and wrapping his arms around San’s waist, resting his head on his bare chest.

2.1k words -> mentioned?? top mingi, bottom yeosang

The gym was quiet at night. It was always empty around this hour, and Yeosang usually came with San to work out while nobody else was around. The equipment was free, and they could ask each other for a spot if they needed, like a sort of buddy system. Only San had recently come down with a quite intense cold, and he wasn’t able to make it with him. So Yeosang asked Mingi to go with him as an alternative. Mingi agreed, and Yeosang told him when and where to meet that night.

When Mingi got to the gym, Yeosang wasn’t around yet, so he stood just outside the door, leaning against the wall. He unlocked his phone, scrolling mindlessly on social media for a minute before he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He glanced up from his phone just as Yeosang came around the corner, a few strands of his red hair falling into his face. He was wearing a black tank top with a matching pair of black sweatpants, and he held his phone in one hand and a small gym bag in the other.

“You’re early.” He said, stepping past Mingi, pushing the door to the gym open and walking inside, the motion-activated lights turning on automatically as he entered.

“Oh, I’ve only been waiting a minute.” Mingi said, leaning off the wall and following Yeosang into the gym. There were no windows in the gym, the room was in a lower level of their building, underground. Yeosang dropped his bag on a bench, unzipping it and pulling out a small towel and a speaker. He set them aside and closed his bag again. Mingi hadn’t brought anything except for his phone and waterbottle, so he just set them on the same bench next to Yeosang’s things. 

“I’m gonna put on music.” Yeosang said, turning his speaker on and connecting his phone to the bluetooth. He didn’t play the music loud, making sure they could still hear each other over the sound, and he just put on a random playlist.

Yeosang walked over to an open area of the gym, which was just a padded floor.

“San and I usually stretch together… I don’t know your habits though. If you don’t want to, don’t feel pressured, but I can show you how we do it.” Yeosang suggested, gesturing to an open space on the mats that he could take. He nodded slowly, coming to stand next to Yeosang, looking at him through the mirror in front of them. Yeosang smiled gently, before reaching his arms above his head, extending his shoulders.

“Arms up first. Then I’ll count 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10.” Yeosang counted, his voice straining slightly as he held his arms up. Then he brought them down, leaning forward and reaching for the floor. Mingi did the same, bending down, but he could tell quickly that he wasn’t nearly as flexible as Yeosang. The tips of his fingers barely touched the tops of his feet, but Yeosang had his fingers on the floor past his feet.

“Now you count this one.” Yeosang said, turning his head to look at Mingi from behind his arm.

Mingi counted to ten, then glanced back at Yeosang to see what the next move was. Yeosang dropped carefully to his knees on the floor, and for a moment, an image flashed through Mingi’s mind. Yeosang looked pretty on his knees… but that wasn’t the point right now. Mingi snapped out of his thoughts, following Yeosang’s motion and dropping to his own knees in the same manner. Yeosang leaned forward, stretching his arms out in front of him, in almost a frog position on the mats. Mingi followed, once again.

“We’ve never worked out together.” Yeosang pointed out, breaking the silence. “How do you do it? Do you have a schedule? Like you do legs one day, arms another…?”

“I don’t work out as much as you guys.” Mingi chuckled, still laying in the same position as before.

“Well yeah, but when you do,” Yeosang continued, “Surely there’s something you like to do?”

“When I do work out, I just do a full-body workout. It’s easier than making a schedule. But I guess that’s what you do?” Mingi asked, turning his head to look at Yeosang.

“Yes. I have a schedule.” Yeosang replied, chuckling softly. “Today is chest and shoulders. Can’t do it without a spot. That’s why I asked you to come.”

“Ah- right.” Mingi answered. Yeosang finally got up from his position on the floor, standing to his feet again. 

“Warm-up time.” He said, waiting for Mingi to follow. Once he was on his feet, Yeosang started doing jumping jacks, counting them out loud, fifteen in total, while Mingi joined him, going at the same pace.

Yeosang did a few more warm-up exercises, and then when he decided they were done, he walked back over to the bench to get a sip of water. Again, Mingi followed. He felt slightly awkward being alone with Yeosang now that his mind had been wandering earlier, but he tried to act natural — just get the workout over with and hopefully San would feel better for the next one.

Yeosang closed his waterbottle, setting it back down and walking to get barbell plates, loading them onto the barbell that was already on a bench. He put clips on after, ensuring that the weights were secure on the bar. Then he sat down, adjusting the incline of the bench to angle it up slightly, and laying back against it.

“Min, can you spot me, please?” Yeosang asked, reaching up to grip the bar. Mingi nodded, walking over to the bench, standing just behind Yeosang’s head, letting his hands hover just under the bar, ready in case Yeosang needed assistance.

Yeosang lifted the bar off the hooks it was resting on, adjusting his position ever so slightly before bench pressing the barbell slowly, exhaling as he did so.

Mingi watched Yeosang’s expression twist slightly, his face making an almost sexual expression as he exhaled, his eyebrows furrowing together in concentration. Mingi took a deep breath as Yeosang pushed the bar up again, his muscles flexing as he did so. 

Yeosang did ten reps easily, his face twisting more and more as he did each one, the burn starting to ache in his muscles. With Mingi’s help, he placed the bar back on the hooks again, letting out a breath as the pressure of the weight was released off his shoulders. He sat up slowly, taking a few breaths and then standing from the bench.

“Your turn.” He said, looking at Mingi. 

“I- huh?” Mingi asked, like Yeosang wasn’t being clear enough.

“It’s your turn. I’ll spot you. What’s your weight?” Yeosang asked.

“Uh- 85kg.” Mingi answered.

“Oh perfect. We only have to take off the ones at the end then. I lift 90.” Yeosang unclipped the ends of the barbell, pulling a small 2.5kg plate off of each end and then sliding the clips back on.

Mingi sat on the bench, laying back the same way Yeosang had before, reaching up to put his hands on the bar. Yeosang stood behind him, and Mingi slowly lifted the bar up, bringing it forward to do one bench press. Before he could do a second one, he flicked his gaze up, meeting Yeosang’s eyes for a moment, and then tracing his gaze down to Yeosang’s crotch, just above his head. 

“Fuck.” Mingi groaned lowly, so distracted by Yeosang’s tantalizing form that he loosened his grip on the barbell, and Yeosang helped him put it back on the hooks.

“What happened?” Yeosang asked, coming back to stand next to Mingi, leaning down to make sure he was doing okay. That was all it took for Mingi to get a sudden wave of courage, reaching up and putting his hands on Yeosang’s face, pulling him in and crashing their lips together. 

Yeosang tensed up slightly, obviously shocked by Mingi’s sudden outburst, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he climbed onto Mingi’s lap, their combined weight bearing down on the bench. He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on Mingi’s biceps as he squeezed softly. Mingi’s fingers ran through Yeosang’s hair, the sweat slick strands leaving a slight residue on his hands — but he didn’t mind it.

Yeosang could feel Mingi’s hard-on through his pants before he even did anything, the solidness of it pressing into him from below. Mingi started to hook his fingers into the waistband of Yeosang’s sweatpants, but Yeosang grabbed his wrists, stopping him. 

“Song Mingi, are you crazy? We can’t have sex here.” Yeosang said, pulling Mingi’s hands away from his hips.

“Sangie, please. I’ve been thinking about fucking you since we were stretching earlier.” Mingi admitted, bringing his hands to rest on Yeosang’s waist instead.

“Is that so? Well if you’ve waited already, then what’s a little more waiting?” Yeosang said, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk that told Mingi he had a plan to toy with him a little bit. Yeosang leaned in again, pressing his lips back to Mingi’s, rolling his hips down. Mingi groaned into Yeosang’s mouth, the heat in his stomach building more at the sudden friction. 

Yeosang reached down, cupping Mingi’s bulge through his pants, palming him while swallowing each whine and groan he let out. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment to speak.

“Poor boy wants to be inside of me so bad.” Yeosang teased, rubbing Mingi’s cock over the fabric of his pants. When he pulled his hand away and settled back down, his full weight on top of Mingi, it didn’t shock him that Mingi was immediately bringing his hands back to Yeosang’s hips, grinding up against him. This time Yeosang let out a groan, tossing his head back, his lips partly slightly.

“Fuck, Sangie.” Mingi gasped, his grip tightening on Yeosang’s hips as he rolled up into him again, drawing another moan out of the boy.

When Yeosang regained his bearings, he started moving in a pattern with Mingi, matching his motions, so they both grinded against each other desperately, aching for more friction and coming up short. But Mingi was highly sensitive, so it didn’t take much to stimulate him, his cock twitching in his pants after only a few minutes of grinding against Yeosang. However, by the look on Yeosang’s face, he could tell he wasn’t far behind, his expression twisting into the same expression he’d had when he was doing his bench presses earlier — sexual, like Mingi had thought of it the first time.

Mingi knew for sure Yeosang was on the same level as him when his motions started getting more erratic, more reckless, falling out of pace with Mingi, his hips moving in a less controlled way. Mingi kept his grip firm, holding onto Yeosang and keeping him as steady as he could while also starting to feel less in-control of himself.

With a few last rolls of his hips, Mingi was cumming in his pants, feeling the way it soaked his boxers, sticky and messy. He knew Yeosang had too when his jaw went slack, an exhale escaping his mouth along with a moan, his body shivering on top of Mingi’s. Yeosang fell forward, resting his weight on top of Mingi as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Yeosang whispered into Mingi’s ear, his voice shaky.

“What?” Mingi asked, confused. “Make what up to me?”

“I’ll take you somewhere private next time. We won’t have to have barriers.” Yeosang explained, and Mingi chuckled into Yeosang’s shoulder.

“I’ll make it up to you too then.” Mingi responded, his hands resting on Yeosang’s waist.

“Hm? What’s that?” Yeosang asked.

“I’ll fuck you extra good since I didn’t get to this time.” Mingi elaborated, making Yeosang chuckle this time.

Yeosang leaned back, climbing off of Mingi’s lap.

“Right.” He replied. “For now we should go shower though. Did you bring clothes?”

“No, I’m just gonna head back.”

“Ah- okay. I’ll call you… about next time. I won’t forget.”

2k words -> top hongjoong, bottom mingi

sorry if this is not my best, ive been very tired today and i found this really hard to write, so i had like no motivation at all but i tried my best and its not super heavy on the size diff stuff but i did what i could with the time i had. that being said, i hope u enjoy anyways!

The morning was usually quiet. There were cars on the street and birds outside, but the window blocked out most of the noise, and all that remained inside as Mingi rolled over was the soft breathing of his boyfriend in bed next to him. Hongjoong’s hair was a mess on his pillow, the short strands spread out around his head. There was a small spot of drool at the corner of his mouth, his lips parted ever so slightly. The blankets were wrapped warmly around him, making him look extra small, his body curled up underneath them. Mingi smiled softly at the sight, reaching out slowly to brush a few strands of Hongjoong’s hair out of his face, letting his touch linger for a moment. This action made Hongjoong stir awake, his eyes fluttering open, the bright light coming in through the window behind Mingi making him squint. He reached up, placing a hand over Mingi’s, his fingers short, and his hand small in comparison to Mingi’s.

Mingi shifted closer to Hongjoong in bed, leaning in and pressing his lips to Hongjoong’s, ignoring their shared morning breath. Hongjoong chuckled into the kiss, bringing his hands to Mingi’s face and brushing his fingers back through Mingi’s hair. Hongjoong deepened the kiss, parting his lips and flicking his tongue out to taste Mingi more. It became heated, Mingi tossing a leg over Hongjoong’s under the covers. They were both in their boxers, and the skin to skin contact between them felt so very nice this early in the morning. Their chests pressed together, Mingi’s hands trailing down to rest on Hongjoong’s small waist, kneading his soft skin. 

As they continued to kiss, Mingi pulled the covers back off of Hongjoong, his mostly naked form exposed to the cool air of the room, sending a chill through his body. Mingi climbed on top of Hongjoong, straddling him, his weight heavy on Hongjoong’s midsection, his large thighs caging Hongjoong in.

“Min, baby, please-” Hongjoong said, trying to get Mingi to shift his weight more onto Hongjoong’s hips.

“Oh, shit- sorry, hyung.” Mingi shifted backwards, sitting more on Hongjoong’s pelvis than his stomach, like he had been before. Hongjoong was able to sit up slightly, leaning back against his pillows, and bringing his hands to grip Mingi’s thighs. He squeezed his flesh gently, and Mingi leaned forward again, pressing his plump lips to Hongjoong’s smaller ones.

Hongjoong traced his hands up Mingi’s sides, trailing up until they rested on his waist. He pulled away from the kiss, leaning in to kiss Mingi’s neck instead, nipping and sucking at the skin around his throat to leave marks. Mingi gasped softly, grinding his ass onto Hongjoong’s lap, feeling Hongjoong’s bulge through the fabric of their boxers. Hongjoong groaned softly into Mingi’s neck at the sudden movement, his hips twitching slightly under Mingi.

“You want that already, Min?” Hongjoong asked, giggling into Mingi’s neck.

“Mmm, fuck. I do.” Mingi answered, punctuating his response with another movement of his ass against Hongjoong’s crotch. Hongjoong brought his grip to Mingi’s thighs again, gripping him tighter and holding him still while he slowly rolled his hips up against Mingi. He groaned, leaning back against the headboard of the bet, his mouth opening in a silent gasp. Mingi whined softly, and when Hongjoong looked back at him, he could see the way Mingi’s boxers were starting to tent, his cock hardening in his underwear from the light stimulation of Hongjoong’s hard-on pressing into him from below.

Mingi lifted his hips up, shifting his weight onto his knees for a moment while slipping his boxers down his thighs, before pulling them off, one leg at a time, until he was completely naked on top of Hongjoong. Then he helped Hongjoong do the same, hooking his fingers in Hongjoong’s waistband and pulling his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free against his stomach, fully hard already from Mingi’s light grinding. 

Mingi slid down between Hongjoong’s legs, pushing his thighs apart to settle between them. It was easy for Mingi to adjust Hongjoong like that, but he was always gentle, and most of the time all he gave was a slight nudge and Hongjoong knew what he wanted him to do. 

Mingi leaned down, pressing his pretty lips softly to the tip of Hongjoong’s cock, kissing the tip gently, before sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe up the underside. Hongjoong gasped, his hand coming down to snake around the back of Mingi’s neck, settling just at the nape. 

Mingi parted his lips, taking Hongjoong’s cock into his mouth, letting his saliva drip out of his mouth and down Hongjoong’s length. Hongjoong petted his hair softly, and Mingi sank down deeper, swirling his tongue around Hongjoong’s cock, dragging soft groans out of him. When he pulled off, Hongjoong’s cock was coated in saliva, and Mingi wrapped his fingers around it, his hand large compared to his cock — but Hongjoong knew this already. Everything about Mingi was huge. His hands, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his wide chest, his thighs. He was tall, too — almost unbelievably so compared to Hongjoong. And he had a big cock too. Hongjoong always thought it was a bit of a shame. Mingi made such a pretty bottom, it was basically useless to him. 

Mingi started to stroke Hongjoong’s cock, a gentle touch, his skin soft, his saliva the only barrier between them. Hongjoong gasped as Mingi ran his thumb over the tip, spreading pre cum from his slit down the side of his cock.

“Is that good, hyung?” Mingi asked, his eyes wide as he looked to Hongjoong for approval.

“Yeah, Min. It’s good.” Hongjoong replied, reaching forward and brushing a strand of hair behind Mingi’s ear. Mingi continued with his hand at the same steady pace for another moment longer, before he pulled away again. Hongjoong watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth, pushing them past his lips and swirling his tongue around them, making sure they were completely wet. He shifted forward again, changing his position back to their original one, where he could straddle Hongjoong’s thighs. 

He brought his fingers behind him, tracing one around his rim, before Hongjoong stopped him.

“Min, come on. Let me.” Hongjoong said, reaching over to his nightstand to grab their lube — a much better choice than just Mingi’s spit. He opened the bottle, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers, before clicking it shut again and tossing it aside, where it would get bundled up in the blankets somewhere.

“Move forward, baby.” Hongjoong commanded, his tone light, one hand gently guiding Mingi forward by his hip. Hongjoong spread his legs slightly, enough so that he could reach underneath Mingi, the wetness of his fingers cold against Mingi’s hole. He did the same as Mingi did before, gently dragging his middle finger over his rim, smearing lube there. Mingi leaned forward, dropping his head onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, his arms snaking up around Hongjoong’s neck, fingers curling into Hongjoong’s soft hair as he breathed softly against Hongjoong’s skin.

“Min, it’s okay. I’ll be gentle, you know that.” Hongjoong said, chuckling slightly at his boyfriend’s clinginess. Mingi caged him in, his arms heavy over Hongjoong’s shoulders. Hongjoong still touched Mingi’s hold softly, still teasing him for a moment before finally pushing one finger into him, down to the knuckle. Mingi gasped at the intrusion, like he hadn’t felt it 100 times before, and he bit down softly on Hongjoong’s shoulder. Hongjoong flinched slightly at the feeling, but he quickly relaxed, bringing his free hand up to hold the back of Mingi’s head.

“You’re good. Nice and slow.” Hongjoong said, carefully slipping his finger out of Mingi’s hole and pushing it back in, pulling a light gasp out of Mingi. Then he did it again, and Mingi squirmed, but he didn’t try to pull away, he just tightened his grip on Hongjoong's hair.

When Hongjoong added a second finger, Mingi bit into Hongjoong’s shoulder again, slightly harder this time, and it made Hongjoong wince.

“Min, baby, I love you, but please be careful with the biting, okay?” Hongjoong asked calmly, brushing through Mingi’s hair with his fingers. Mingi nodded against him, muttering out a small ‘okay’.

Hongjoong scissored his fingers, gently stretching Mingi open, trying to prepare him as much as possible so he wouldn’t hurt him. When he could easily slide a third finger in, he knew Mingi was prepped enough, so he slipped out, leaving Mingi empty and whining for him to hurry up into his shoulder.

Hongjoong felt around in the blankets for the bottle of lube again, finding it and squeezing more out to cover his cock. He put it on his hand, then gave his cock a few strokes, making sure it was fully covered. 

“Okay, Min. Go ahead.” Hongjoong said, pulling his hands out of the way to rest them on Mingi’s thighs again. Mingi leaned away from Hongjoong’s shoulder, positioning himself above his cock and reaching down to line him up with his entrance, dropping his hips down slowly. He took Hongjoong easily to the base, resting for a minute to adjust fully before beginning to move. He braced himself with his hands against Hongjoong’s chest, lightly gripping the flesh there as he lifted his hips and dropped back down with a gasp. Hongjoong’s hands stayed planted on Mingi’s hips, guiding him slowly up and down at Mingi’s own pace. 

Once Mingi was stable enough to move on his own, Hongjoong kept only one hand on his hip, bringing the other up to his bicep, giving a reassuring squeeze. He watched as Mingi moved up and down, his thighs tensing with every drop, his mouth falling open in a sigh, the prettiest sounds pouring out of him every time Hongjoong hit his sweet spot.

“There you go, that’s my big boy. You’re doing so good for me, hm?” Hongjoong said, admiring the way Mingi moved with a smirk. Mingi moaned at the praise, his jaw going slack and his mouth falling open. 

Hongjoong brought his hands back to Mingi’s hips, noticing that he was starting to need assistance again, his legs trembling slightly. He helped Mingi continue at a steady pace, an array of whimpers still falling from between his lips.

“Are you close, baby?” Hongjoong asked, his voice coming out breathier now that he was helping Mingi more. He took one hand off Mingi’s hip, sliding the other one down his thigh — an easier way to support him with only one hand — and he brought his now free hand to Mingi’s cock, which looked much bigger in his hand than his cock looked in Mingi’s. He twisted his wrist softly, gently stroking Mingi’s cock while he continued to move up and down. 

Before he knew it, Mingi was cumming white ropes across Hongjoong’s chest, some of it dripping onto his hand. But he didn’t stop moving, even now that his legs had trembled more. He went until Hongjoong finished, filling Mingi up with a groan, his grip tight around Mingi’s thighs.

When Mingi pulled off, his face was flushed and warm, his breaths coming in pants, and he leaned forward against Hongjoong’s chest, crushing Hongjoong under his weight, his own cum sticky and hot between them. Hongjoong slipped his arms around Mingi’s waist, rubbing his back.

“You’re such a good boy.” Hongjoong whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss to Mingi’s jaw. “Why don’t you try to get up so we can go get you nice and clean, hm?”

Mingi groaned, but he leaned back, stepping out of bed, his legs weak. Hongjoong stood after him, taking Mingi’s hand. Mingi towered over Hongjoong, but he still leaned on him for support, snaking an arm around Hongjoong’s slim waist as he walked them to the bathroom.

“I love you, hyung.” Mingi said, sighing softly, leaning down to bury his nose in Hongjoong’s clean, soft hair.

2.7k words -> top hongjoong, bottom seonghwa

tw for knives obvi and blood

Seonghwa typically liked to stay away from anything rough when it came to sex. He always asked Hongjoong to be gentle with him, and Hongjoong always listened, even if he wanted the opposite. In the end it wasn’t super important to him how they went about it, he just wanted to make sure Seonghwa felt good, and he got enough pleasure out of that anyway.

One of the things Hongjoong liked most about Seonghwa was that he wasn’t afraid to say no, and he wasn’t afraid to tell Hongjoong exactly what he wanted. It made things simple, and Hongjoong knew he never had to worry about hurting Seonghwa, because Seonghwa would always stop him if he saw things coming to that point.

But because Seonghwa was always very adamant about what he wanted, it started to make him feel bad. He knew Hongjoong had needs and wants as well, and he wanted him to be able to try those things.

“Joongie?” Seonghwa spoke up one night, rolling onto his side in bed to face his boyfriend.

“Hm?” Hongjoong replied immediately, tilting his head to look at Seonghwa in the dim light.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something.” Seonghwa replied, leaning on his arm.

“What’s that, angel?”

“During sex… you always do everything I ask you to. And I love you so much, and I’m so glad you do. But isn’t there anything you want to try?” Seonghwa asked, his eyes shining, even in the darkness. Seonghwa shifted closer to Hongjoong, moving his leg to slip it over one of his. 

“I mean… yes. I have my things. But I really don’t think you’d be interested.” Hongjoong answered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of Seonghwa’s face.

“Mm. Try me.”

“All the little things I’m into could be really rough. And I know you don’t like that. That’s why I never told you. I don’t mind being gentle, of course. You know I love you anyway I can have you.” Hongjoong explained, slipping an arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders, pulling his body closer.

“But you still aren’t telling me what they are.” Seonghwa complained, nuzzling slightly into Hongjoong’s neck, his hair brushing over Hongjoong’s chin.

“Look, just don’t feel obligated to try these things if you don’t want to, okay? I’ll tell you but I want you to really think about this before you agree, if you want to agree, hm?” Hongjoong started to mindlessly run his fingers through Seonghwa’s hair, still keeping him close, Seonghwa’s arm draped over his chest, their legs tangling together under the blankets. 

“I promise. Now please? Will you just say it?”

Hongjoong sighed softly, a low chuckle escaping his lips at Seonghwa’s eagerness to find out.

“My main thing,” Hongjoong started, taking a breath, “is knives.”

“Knives? Like… kitchen knives?” Seonghwa asked, slightly taken aback by Hongjoong’s response.

“I mean it could be, I guess. But I’d rather have nicer ones for this. Make sure they’re clean.” Hongjoong explained. The room was quiet for a moment, Seonghwa lost in his thoughts.

“Would you use it… in me?” Seonghwa asked, his voice taking on a tone of slight concern.

“No. No, not in you. I’m not that crazy, angel. Just on you. I wouldn’t even cut if you didn’t want me to. I could just trace it on your skin. But if you did want me to, I’d be willing to cut too. If you even want any of this at all. Remember, don’t feel pressured, my love.” Hongjoong elaborated, still combing his fingers through Seonghwa’s soft hair.

Seonghwa went quiet again, his mind racing. He thought about the possibility of trying something like that, and he knew Hongjoong. He trusted him enough to know that he would never push his boundaries, and if it was too much for Seonghwa, he’d stop immediately, and he’d never ask him to do it again. Part of Seonghwa’s mind was telling him that it would be crazy to try it, but the other part of him couldn’t help but feel turned on by the idea. The cold metal tracing over his skin, even into his skin if he let Hongjoong go that far. He thought about the blood that would drip, maybe while Hongjoong fucked him. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Hongjoong spoke again.

“Are you okay, Hwa?” Hongjoong asked, moving his hand from Seonghwa’s hair down to his back, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

“Oh- sorry. I’m fine.” Seonghwa answered, shaking his head slightly. “I want to try it.”

Hongjoong was slightly shocked by Seonghwa’s willingness, tilting his head down to look at him.

“Hwa, I told you to take time to think about it first.” Hongjoong said.

“I’ve thought.” Seonghwa said, smiling up at Hongjoong. “I want to do it.”

Hongjoong hesitated for a moment before replying. 

“Okay. Then we’ll do it.” Hongjoong agreed. Seonghwa nuzzled more into Hongjoong’s shoulder happily, shifting closer to him, if that was even possible.

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It was a few days before they were able to make it out together, to a knife store that Hongjoong had found not too far from their house. He wanted to bring Seonghwa with him, so he could pick out a knife for Hongjoong to use on him.

There was a wide selection of many different kinds of knives, but Seonghwa leaned towards the prettier ones, as Hongjoong would’ve expected. There was a large amount of switchblades in a glass case by the checkout counter, and that was where Seonghwa found the perfect one. It was a nine inch stiletto switchblade, with a metal handle, pink swirling through the design on the base of it. Seonghwa thought it was beautiful, and that it would feel nice against his skin, so Hongjoong paid for it, and they left the store and went home.

The plan was to wait until the night, to give Seonghwa some time to mentally prepare before trying something so new, but by the time they got home from the store, he was too eager to wait.

“Joongie,” He started, leaning on his shoulder as soon as they got in the door, “I wanna do it now.”

“Hwa, are you sure that-”

“Yes. Please. I really want to do it. I’m ready. I promise. And I’ll tell you if that changes.” 

Hongjoong sighed, leaning back into Seonghwa’s touch. “Okay. If you tell me to stop at any time, I’ll stop immediately. We never have to do this again, and we can pretend like it never even happened in the first place, hm? I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Yes. Understood. Now please. Come on.” Seonghwa said, grabbing Hongjoong’s hand and pulling him down the corridor to their bedroom. Hongjoong held the small box with the knife in it in his free hand, and he only let go of it when they got to the bedroom, setting it down on the bed. 

“Oh. I have a surprise for you. Wait here.” Seonghwa said, suddenly rushing out of the room. Hongjoong sat on the end of the bed, waiting for him to return. He watched their bedroom door, and when it opened again, Seonghwa stepped inside. He was wearing a pretty purple lingerie set, obviously made for women, but Seonghwa’s boy proportions made it look perfect on him. The top was tight around his chest, but it flowed out at the bottom, open in the midsection, so his tummy was exposed. He was wearing the matching pair of panties, his cock straining against the lacy fabric.

Hongjoong could feel his pants starting to tighten at the sight of his boyfriend, standing in front of him, glowing like an angel in the light peeking through their window shades.

“Do you like it?” Seonghwa asked, leaning against the door frame. His long legs were smooth, and Hongjoong wanted to run his hands all over them.

“I love it, Hwa. You look so fucking beautiful.” Hongjoong answered, gesturing for Seonghwa to come over.

“You can cut it off of me… if you want.” Seonghwa said, starting to walk closer to the bed. Hongjoong’s eyes widened slightly, and Seonghwa came to straddle his lap, his hands snaking up around Hongjoong’s neck as he leaned in close to kiss him. 

Hongjoong let his hand wander up Seonghwa’s sides, the lacy fabric of his lingerie against his fingers, and he could feel the warmth of Seonghwa’s skin underneath. He moved with Seonghwa’s lips, kissing him passionately, pouring every feeling he was having into it, while he let his hands roam.

After a moment, Hongjoong hooked his hands under Seonghwa’s thighs, lifting him up and spinning around to drop him gently onto his back on their bed. He climbed over Seonghwa, leaning down to kiss him again, one hand still hooked under his thigh, pulling it up so Seonghwa could wrap it around his waist. Seonghwa ground his hips into Hongjoong’s, the thin fabric of his panties doing nothing to block the friction he felt from Hongjoong’s jeans against his cock, and he let out a gasp at the contact.

Hongjoong trailed his lips down, kissing Seonghwa’s jaw, and then sucking small marks into his neck, squeezing his thigh gently. When he pulled back, Seonghwa was already breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath. Hongjoong could tell Seonghwa was a little nervous, but he was determined to make sure his boyfriend felt good throughout this whole process, and so far, Seonghwa was still interested, which was enough confirmation for him to keep going. He leaned back, reaching for the small box with the switchblade in it, opening it slowly, as Seonghwa stared from below him. His pulse jumped in his throat, the anticipation making his mouth go dry. He kept his eyes on Hongjoong as he pulled out the knife and clicked it open. The man at the store they’d gone to had cleaned the knife when they bought it, so Hongjoong didn’t bother cleaning it again. He brought it to Seonghwa’s skin, first touching him gently over the fabric of his lingerie, but it still sent a chill down his spine, as he waited for Hongjoong to continue. He traced the knife slowly down his chest, before finally bringing it to his skin, trailing the tip gently down his tummy.

Seonghwa tried not to move, but he couldn’t help the way his muscles twitched at the cold metal of the knife, the tip just barely tickling the surface of his skin. Hongjoong traced the knife down further, pressing it as hard against Seonghwa as he could without breaking skin, coming down to the strings of Seonghwa’s panties. He hooked the knife under the string of one side, carefully pulling it up in a smooth motion to slice the fabric apart. 

Seonghwa let out a quiet yelp, shutting his eyes and leaning back against the mattress. Hongjoong smiled softly at his reaction.

“You’re so pretty, Hwa.” Hongjoong said, pressing the metal of the knife against Seonghwa’s skin again — right where he’d cut his panties.

“Hmm-” Seonghwa whined. “Cut me.”

Hongjoong hesitated, stilling his motions for a moment. “Are you sure?” He asked.

“Please.” Seonghwa begged, squirming restlessly under him.

Hongjoong took his chance, pressing the knife harder into Seonghwa’s skin, just barely into the top of his thigh. Seonghwa winced slightly, his legs tensing as Hongjoong broke skin, a thin line of red blood pooling in the cut. He pulled back, waiting to make sure Seonghwa was still feeling okay.

“Don’t stop.” Seonghwa gasped, glancing down to see the small drops of blood forming against the tan skin of his leg. Hongjoong didn’t cut deep enough to leave any scars, as he didn’t want to permanently blemish his boyfriend’s pretty skin, but it was enough to draw blood, and that was what he really wanted anyway. He didn’t want to hurt Seonghwa. He dragged the knife gently up to Seonghwa’s lower tummy, before pressing down again, carving another thin line into him, once again just barely enough to make him bleed. Seonghwa whimpered again, his chest rising and falling, his heart racing fast, and his cock harder than he thought it could be just from the feeling of the knife.

Hongjoong set the knife on Seonghwa’s midsection, letting it rest there while he leaned down, pressing his lips to Seonghwa’s again. He brought a hand back to Seonghwa’s thigh, pressing his thumb gently against the cut he made before, smearing blood on his thumb and over Seonghwa’s skin. Seonghwa winced slightly again, but he still didn’t resist, savoring the pain.

Then Hongjoong brought his hand from Seonghwa’s thigh to his crotch, palming him over his panties, his cock leaking through the lace. Hongjoong hooked a finger in the side of Seonghwa’s panties that were still intact, tugging them down to finally free his cock.

The feeling of the knife combined with the pain had already brought Seonghwa close to the edge, Hongjoong could tell by how much Seonghwa was leaking already. He knew it wouldn’t take much more for Seonghwa to cum, so he grabbed the knife off his stomach again, and slid down the bed, leaning down next to Seonghwa’s cock.

Hongjoong leaned in closer, licking a stripe up the side of Seonghwa’s cock, pulling a whine out of him again. He lightly traced the knife over his thigh as he moved his mouth, pressing small kisses up and down the length of Seonghwa’s cock, lingering on his tip and tonguing briefly at his slit.

Seonghwa was a whining mess underneath him, the stimulation of Hongjoong’s mouth and the knife making him squirm. Hongjoong brought the tip of Seonghwa’s cock between his lips, swirling his tongue the way he knew Seonghwa loved, still dragging the knife against his skin. He slowly moved his mouth, his saliva dripping down Seonghwa’s cock, and it didn’t take very long before Seonghwa started to leak more, his legs trembling as Hongjoong brought him over the edge, cum spurting out of the tip of his cock, spilling into Hongjoong’s mouth. He happily swallowed every last drop, keeping his mouth in place until he was sure Seonghwa was done, and then he pulled away, gently kissing the tip one more time.

Seonghwa was shivering under Hongjoong, even as he leaned back, dropping the knife on the bed. There was still a line of red, starting to dry on his tummy and his thigh, and Hongjoong stood to go to the bathroom, where he got a damp washcloth to help Seonghwa clean up. He gently dabbed at the bloody spots, wiping away everything that was left behind, leaving just the small cuts that were already beginning to scab over, barely noticeable now that they weren’t actively bleeding. 

Hongjoong turned the washcloth over, using a clean side to wipe any saliva off of Seonghwa’s cock, and then folding it again to use another clean part to reach up and wipe any sweat off Seonghwa’s forehead. When he finished, he went to put the washcloth back in the bathroom, rinsing it off quickly and hanging it in the bathtub to dry. Seonghwa was still laying in the same position when he came back, his breaths more even now, his chest rising and falling more steadily. Hongjoong slipped off his jeans and slid into bed next to him in his t-shirt and boxers, pulling Seonghwa close and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“What did you think? I tried to be really gentle. None of those marks will scar.” Hongjoong said, rubbing small circles into Seonghwa’s tummy, careful not to touch the cut he’d made.

“I want to do it again.” Seonghwa answered, leaning back into his touch. Hongjoong chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss just behind Seonghwa’s ear.

1.5k words -> no real top/bottom tho yeosang is more reserved

The first time Yeosang met Jongho, it was at a shoot. Yeosang was modeling for a magazine, but his stylist had recently moved on, and he’d recommended Jongho as his replacement. They were supposed to meet in person ahead of time so that Jongho could learn a bit about Yeosang before their first gig together, but due to scheduling conflicts, Yeosang had to cancel, and they weren’t able to reschedule in time. However, that didn’t change the fact that they felt chemistry even meeting just before the shoot. Yeosang was shy, but Jongho felt like he could tell a lot of things about him just by looking at him. The first shoot went well. Yeosang kept telling Jongho how much he’d loved the outfits, and Jongho smiled politely and thanked him each time. 

Between the first and the second schedules, Yeosang and Jongho were able to find time to have dinner together. Jongho booked a reservation at a nice restaurant, bought an expensive bottle of wine, and they chatted. Jongho asked about Yeosang’s preferences for future modeling gigs, and Yeosang shyly asked Jongho questions about his profession. By the end of the night, they were much more comfortable, laughing with each other, tipsy from the wine. The night ended with Yeosang leaning on Jongho as he walked him outside to get a taxi, the alcohol making him slightly less shy.

After Yeosang’s second schedule with Jongho, they decided to meet up and have dinner again, and this time Jongho really treated Yeosang, bringing him to a nicer place than before, buying another expensive bottle of wine, and loosening him up. By the end of two schedules and two nice dinners together, Yeosang was much more comfortable with Jongho, and Jongho felt much better about styling him. Jongho also started to feel a deeper attachment to Yeosang, and he wondered if Yeosang felt the same way, but he knew if he did, he would be too nervous to ever say anything about it. So after their third schedule together, Jongho asked Yeosang on a proper date, and Yeosang nervously agreed.

Now, A little over a year later, Yeosang had moved in with Jongho, and they spent most of their nights cuddling on the couch watching movies, or going over new designs and ideas for Yeosang’s future shoots. 

Sometimes movie nights ended in a short makeout session, but it always stopped there. Yeosang told Jongho a few months into their relationship that sex scared him slightly, and he warned him that he probably wouldn’t be ready for awhile — which Jongho gently accepted, holding Yeosang’s hand as he explained that it was okay, and that he would wait as long as Yeosang needed him to. 

Jongho was patient, and Yeosang was shy, as Jongho had known since he meant him, but when the time came, Yeosang was clear about what he wanted.

They were sitting on the couch watching TV after a schedule, holding hands while Yeosang laid his head on Jongho’s shoulder. He turned his face, nuzzling slightly into Jongho’s neck, inhaling his scent before leaning in and pressing his lips to Jongho’s skin. 

“Yeosangie-” Jongho said, slightly shocked at the sudden feeling of Yeosang’s lips on his neck. Yeosang didn’t reply, he just swung a leg over Jongho’s, straddling his thighs. He moved to kiss Jongho’s lips, like a sudden hunger had taken over him. When he pulled back, Jongho reached up with his left arm, cupping Yeosang’s cheek.

“Is everything okay, baby?” Jongho asked, looking into Yeosang’s eyes.

“Fine.” Yeosang answered sweetly, leaning in to kiss Jongho again. He left his hand on Yeosang’s face, and Yeosang reached down to grab Jongho’s free hand, pulling it to rest on his crotch. He pushed his hips forward slightly, his chest pressing closer to Jongho’s.

Jongho broke the kiss, leaning back to speak. “Yeo, are you-” He started, but Yeosang quickly cut him off.

“I want it. Just your hands. Please?” Yeosang asked, his voice so sweet and desperate that Jongho couldn’t bring himself to say no. He leaned forward again, connecting his lips back to Yeosang’s. He untied the drawstring of Yeosang’s sweatpants with one hand, pulling the end of the string to undo the knot. 

Yeosang lifted his hips, helping Jongho pull his pants down until the fabric bunched around his mid-thighs. Yeosang draped his arms over Jongho’s shoulders, leaning forward on his shoulder.

“Please just do it.” Yeosang begged quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Jongho’s neck again.

“Of course, baby.” Jongho pulled down the waistband of Yeosang’s boxers, freeing his cock, which was already hard and leaking. Jongho brought his hand up to his mouth, spit in it, and then brought it back down to wrap his fingers slowly around Yeosang’s cock. Yeosang was sensitive, letting out a whimper even at the lightest touch, and Jongho thought for a moment that maybe that’s why he was so shy about doing anything sexual.

Jongho started to pump his fist gently, taking things slow in case Yeosang wanted to back out at any time. Yeosang kept his face buried in Jongho’s neck, letting out small gasps into his skin. When Jongho thumbed briefly at Yeosang’s slit, Yeosang jerked his hips up into Jongho’s hand, like he was searching for more. 

Jongho felt this, and started to speed up his motions, stroking Yeosang’s cock steadily, running his thumb over his sensitive tip every few strokes, pulling more desperate sounds out of Yeosang. The stimulation was overwhelming, even with how gently Jongho was touching him, but Yeosang enjoyed the feeling, leaning into his boyfriend’s touch as much as he could. He brought his hands between them, starting to fumble with the button on Jongho’s pants.

“What are you doing, baby?” Jongho asked, slowing down his motions for a moment. 

“Wanna touch you too.” Yeosang mumbled quietly. Jongho nodded lightly and let Yeosang continue, opening the front of Jongho’s pants and tugging his boxers down to free his half-hard cock. His fingers were gentle, caring — like he wanted to make sure Jongho felt every second of effort. He groaned softly, matching his pace to Yeosang’s, while still stroking him in the same way as before, smearing the pre cum leaking out of his tip down the length of his cock.

The room was filled with only the sounds of their breathing, their gasps, Yeosang’s whimpers and Jongho’s light groans, and skin on skin, slick and rhythmic. 

“Do you think we can speed up a bit?” Jongho asked, pumping his fist faster around Yeosang’s cock, tightening his grip to pull a louder whimper out of Yeosang.

“Hm- yes.” Yeosang replied, matching Jongho’s pace with his hand. Yeosang could feel a pressure starting to build in his abdomen, a heat settling low in his stomach. He wanted to hold it as long as he could, wanted to make the pleasure last, but Jongho was relentless. Once he found a method that made Yeosang squirm and whine on his lap, he didn’t give it up, still matching Yeosang’s pace, but in a way that Yeosang knew he couldn’t match. Still, he pumped his fist around Jongho’s cock as best as he knew how, and he knew it must’ve been okay at least, because Jongho still groaned quietly with each movement, his cock twitching in Yeosang’s grip. 

“Mmggh- Jjongie, I’m close…” Yeosang whined, before biting down gently on Jongho’s shoulder, trying to keep himself grounded.

“That’s okay, baby. You don’t need to wait. There’s no use in punishing yourself, hm?” Jongho replied, reaching around Yeosang’s waist to gently rub his back.

“Mmm, but I wanted to wait for you.” Yeosang replied, tilting his head to the side, his breath ghosting over Jongho’s neck.

“It’s a good thing I’m close too then, Sangie. You can go ahead.” Jongho replied. He sped up his pace again, bringing Yeosang even closer to the edge, to the point that it started to become impossible for him to wait any longer. 

“Haahh-” Yeosang exhaled, ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, coating Jongho’s fingers and dripping down onto his own sweatpants. His body trembled, his grip on Jongho’s cock loosening slightly, but the force was still enough to bring him over the edge as well, leaning forward and groaning into Yeosang’s shoulder as he spilled onto his hand. The limited space between them was a mess of cum, their hands and pants both covered in it, and above that, they were sweating, strands of hair stuck to their foreheads, and they leaned against each other for support.

“Was that good?” Jongho asked, lowering his voice next to Yeosang’s ear.

“I loved it.” Yeosang replied, laughing softly. Jongho reached over to the end table, grabbing a tissue out of the box and using it to wipe their hands clean before tossing it aside to worry about later. He wrapped his arms around Yeosang’s waist, holding him tight and rubbing his back.

1.7k words -> top hongjoong, bottom wooyoung

Hongjoong had a lot of patience, and he tried his best to not lose his temper, especially when his members weren’t listening to his directions, but most of the time, he was able to relax quickly, and act accordingly to the situation. 

Nobody knew how to test Hongjoong’s patience like Wooyoung did. He always pushed Hongjoong’s limits, always poked fun at him more than anybody else, and he was the only one capable of making Hongjoong snap so easily. Wooyoung found the way Hongjoong scolded them endearing, even if he was genuinely angry. So he kept pushing. 

The rehearsal room was mostly quiet, filled with the sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing, everybody working on specific parts of the choreo that they needed to perfect. Wooyoung was working on his own part when Hongjoong came up behind him.

“That was a funny stunt you pulled earlier.” He said, leaning in close to Wooyoung’s ear, making sure he heard him.

“Hm- I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain. I think you’ll have to remind me.” Wooyoung replied, reaching up and running his hands through his sweat-slicked hair, then turning to look at Hongjoong. Hongjoong sighed, obviously already very fed up with Wooyoung’s actions.

“I told you to stop improvising. You didn’t listen. Again.” Hongjoong scolded, glaring at Wooyoung.

“Improvising? I don’t improvise.” Wooyoung responded.

“Yeah? So what was that during the third formation then? Because it wasn’t part of the choreo I remember.” Hongjoong asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.

“Whatever.” Wooyoung started. “It’s just practice. I was messing around. You know I know the choreo.”

“Yeah, I do know. That’s why I can’t believe you would go out of your way to fuck it up on purpose.” Hongjoong answered with a sigh. “I’m not done with you. Come to my room later.”

Hongjoong didn’t wait for Wooyoung to reply before walking away, heading across the room to talk to Yunho about something. Wooyoung was slightly nervous, as Hongjoong didn’t usually seem this angry, and any punishment was normally given in some other way, such as with extra cleaning tasks. What Hongjoong wanted with Wooyoung in his room, he was unsure about. He nervously finished practicing, dabbing at his damp forehead with a small towel when he was done, and heading out of the rehearsal room to shower.

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When it started to get late, Wooyoung began to wonder when he should go see Hongjoong. He wondered for a moment if Hongjoong even remembered what he’d told Wooyoung in all the stress, but he knew the Captain wasn’t one to forget easily, so he figured there was no way out of this. 

By the time it was almost eight at night, Wooyoung started to get restless, and he knew Hongjoong usually didn’t have much going on around this time, so he decided to go knock on his bedroom door. 

When Wooyoung left his own bedroom, he noticed that the dorm was almost eerily quiet. Hongjoong and Jongho were both in their rooms, the TV in the common room off. The faint sounds of the city could be heard from outside, but that was it. Most of the lights were off as well, except the kitchen and the faint light peeking out from under Hongjoong’s door. Jongho’s light was off, but Wooyoung knew he was in there, playing a game with Yunho and San, or quietly watching some documentary on his computer.

Wooyoung stood outside Hongjoong’s bedroom, exhaling softly and raising his arm to knock. He heard quiet footsteps, and then the door swung open, where Hongjoong stood barefaced, his hair unstyled, in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Took you long enough.” Hongjoong said, stepping aside so Wooyoung could come in.

“Well you didn’t give me an exact time, hyung.” Wooyoung argued, finding a spot at the end of Hongjoong’s bed to sit.

“What are you doing?” Hongjoong asked, watching Wooyoung as he sat.

“You wanted to talk, right? I’m sitting so we can talk.” Wooyoung replied, leaning back onto his hands.

“I never said I wanted to talk. I said to come to my room. I didn’t specify. Get up.” Hongjoong demanded, gesturing for Wooyoung to stand. He obeyed, and Hongjoong took his place at the end of the bed, before patting his lap. “Come here.”

“What- sit there? Why?” Wooyoung asked, looking at Hongjoong in confusion.

“Lay down.” Hongjoong replied. Wooyoung listened hesitantly, bending his knees and laying on his chest over Hongjoong’s thighs. His legs dangled, knees just above the ground, and he let his arms dangle in front of him as well. It was at this point that he finally realized what Hongjoong was gonna do. He couldn’t help but think, all those times that Mingi had been ordered to come see him in their earlier days — is this what Hongjoong was doing to him? Wooyoung felt a bit nervous, but there was also a part of him that couldn’t help but feel excited. It would be a new experience for him, and although it was supposed to be a punishment, Wooyoung had always considered asking somebody to spank him.

Hongjoong hooked his thumb in the waistband of Wooyoung’s sweatpants, pulling the stretchy material down to reveal Wooyoung’s bare ass.

“Look, you really pissed me off earlier. This is a simple punishment, yeah?” Hongjoong explained, bringing a hand to rest on Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung swallowed nervously, the feeling of Hongjoong’s hand suddenly sending a chill through him. The excitement faded slightly, and he started to realize that maybe he shouldn’t have messed around so much earlier.

“Wait. Captain, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Wooyoung started, turning his head to look back at Hongjoong.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant. You already did it. It’s too late to go back now. So just take your punishment like a good boy, hm?” Hongjoong suggested, rubbing his thumb over Wooyoung’s soft skin. He pulled his arm back, before bringing it down again with a harsh smack to Wooyoung’s ass. He wasn’t gentle, and when his hand made an impact, Wooyoung’s legs kicked out a little from the force. Wooyoung let out a loud yelp.

“Count for me. I’m gonna do that ten times. And I want you to count for me. Out loud, after each one.” Hongjoong ordered. He gently rested his hand on Wooyoung’s soft skin, taking a moment to soothe the red mark that was forming on his skin already.

“Mm- okay.” Wooyoung replied, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. “One. That was one.” He said, resting his face against Hongjoong’s thigh.

Hongjoong pulled his arm back again, delivering another loud smack. Wooyoung yelped again, jolting at the force.

“T-two.” Wooyoung said, his voice breaking slightly. He started to feel a heat in his tummy, and his body felt warm. Hongjoong gently soothed the skin of Wooyoung’s ass again, and then another smack came.

Wooyoung yelped louder this time, his skin becoming raw and sensitive, even after only three strikes.

“Be quiet, baby, you don’t want Jongho to hear you, do you?” Hongjoong asked, tilting his head to see Wooyoung’s face.

“N-no. I don’t.” Wooyoung answered, rubbing his face briefly against Hongjoong’s thigh.

“Right, so be quiet. And count. I didn’t hear a ‘three’.” Hongjoong responded, waiting for Wooyoung to speak again.

“Sorry. Three, C-Captain.” Wooyoung said with a shaky voice. His cock was hard in his pants — embarrassingly so — and he hoped Hongjoong hadn’t noticed. 

Hongjoong’s next slap interrupted Wooyoung’s thoughts, his ass so sensitive now that it took everything in him not to yelp again. The impact of Hongjoong’s hand made him jolt forward again, his crotch rubbing against Hongjoong’s thigh. Wooyoung knew he probably felt it- probably knew that he was completely turned on by the aggressive hits, but he didn’t say anything. He just circled his hand over Wooyoung’s ass again, waiting to hear the next number.

“Four… hmm” Wooyoung said, his voice quieter than before, coming out closer to a whimper than anything else.

Another hard smack came.

“Hahh- Five.” 

And another.

“S-six.”

Stray tears leaked from Wooyoung’s eyes, the combination of pain and pleasure he felt overwhelming to him. He grinded slightly against Hongjoong’s thigh, trying to search for some kind of relief for his throbbing cock.

“Sit still, baby. We’re more than halfway there.” Hongjoong said, before pulling his arm back for another smack.

“Seven. Mmmgh-” Wooyoung whimpered, his cock leaking into his pants. Drool dripped from his mouth, down his chin, and he grinded forward against Hongjoong’s leg again. Hongjoong still paid him no attention, focusing on his punishment rather than his pleasure.

Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung’s ass again, and Wooyoung felt his cock leak some more, probably so much that his sweatpants would be soaked through when he stood up.

“Eight. Hyung, please-” Wooyoung begged, his body limp across Hongjoong’s lap, the skin of his ass raw and aching.

“Just two more, woo.”

And then number nine came.

“Nine.”

“This will be the last one, yeah? You’ve been good, you haven’t fought it.” Hongjoong said, pressing his palm over Wooyoung’s asscheek. Wooyoung nodded slowly, his face still pressed against Hongjoong’s thigh, his expression blissful, but slightly pained.

When Hongjoong delivered the last strike, Wooyoung’s cock twitched in his pants, spurting out ropes of cum, which soaked through the crotch of them.

“You did a good job taking your punishment, Woo.” Hongjoong said, lifting Wooyoung up and pulling him onto his back on Hongjoong’s bed. The first thing Hongjoong noticed when he rolled him over was the large damp spot on his pants, the grey fabric darker around his crotch.

“Poor little kitty couldn’t wait to cum, hm?” Hongjoong’s voice was condescending, his tone teasing as his lips curled into a smirk. Wooyoung didn’t reply, he couldn’t bring himself to form the words he was looking for, so he just laid still, staring up at Hongjoong.

“It’ll be easier on you next time. You’ll be better prepared for what’s coming. Mingi’s felt it plenty of times, and he’s gotten better at controlling himself. You will too.” Hongjoong explained. He reached down, brushing a strand of Wooyoung’s hair out of his face. “Come here, Woo, let’s get you cleaned up.”

1.7k words -> top yunho, bottom yeosang

Yunho was slammed, paperwork piling up on his desk. He kept saying he’d do it the next day, then it would get pushed off again due to a meeting or work event, and then he’d be too tired to do it, so he’d make it a day later again. As he did this, the workload slowly increased more and more, his desk becoming a mess. The only thing really keeping him grounded was his secretary. Yeosang would come in every morning with that sweet smile, handing Yunho a fresh cup of coffee, made just the way he liked it, and he’d briefly tell him his schedule for the day. Yeosang was the perfect secretary, having held his place down well for the past three years, paying very close attention to Yunho. He noticed when Yunho got his hair trimmed, when he was wearing a new tie, or when he seemed more tired than usual — Yeosang would make him another cup of coffee. Yeosang also knew when it was obvious that Yunho had been overworking himself, and he did his best to keep Yunho from doing too much.

Yunho noticed some things about Yeosang too. He noticed the way Yeosang lingered in his office sometimes, pretending to reorganize the books on Yunho’s shelf, or sort through Yunho’s stacks of paperwork that he’d already gone through plenty of times. He noticed the way Yeosang sometimes let a hand linger on Yunho’s shoulder if he stood behind him to let Yunho show him something on his computer. Yeosang checked on Yunho a lot throughout the day, popping his head in just to ask if Yunho’s needs anything, which he usually doesn’t, which brings Yeosang back to his own desk, where he sits and answers Yunho’s vast amount of emails all day. 

Today was the same. The day was almost over and Yunho was drafting up something for a client, when his office door opened and Yeosang stepped in.

“Are you doing okay?” Yeosang asked, standing by the door with his arms behind his back.

“Fine, thank you.” Yunho replied, typing something on his keyboard.

“Right. Do you need coffee or anything?” Yeosang asked, reaching for the door handle again.

“Uh- Sure. Coffee would be good.” Yunho answered, giving Yeosang a quick smile before focusing his attention back on his monitor again. Yeosang nodded, stepping out of Yunho’s office and walking down the hall to the break room. It was empty, so the coffee machine was free, and Yeosang quickly got to work brewing it just the way Yunho always wanted it. He added the usual sweeteners, stirring it carefully and then bringing it back to Yunho’s office.

He entered quietly again, walking around Yunho’s desk to set it down carefully in front of him. Yunho turned, looking up at Yeosang from his desk chair. He reached up, his fingers brushing over the neckline of Yeosang’s sweater, a deep-v.

“This is very pretty.” Yunho said, his fingers brushing past Yeosang’s collarbone. Yeosang froze, his mind going blank, Yunho’s words having lit a fire inside him.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” Yeosang replied, his lips curling into a nervous smile. Yunho’s fingers trailed up Yeosang’s neck, where he grabbed onto the thin scarf wrapped around Yeosang’s neck. He tugged on it ever so slightly, trying to elicit a reaction from Yeosang. All he got was a gasp, Yeosang’s throat going dry.

Yunho stood up, one hand still on Yeosang’s scarf. They were close, their breaths mixing in the air between them.

“You’re the perfect secretary.” Yunho said, his voice dropping in volume. “You do whatever I need, you remember things about me, you sit out at your desk all day, looking absolutely gorgeous, and I still haven’t done anything about it. I think you deserve some appreciation, hm?” 

Yeosang didn’t say anything, he just glanced awkwardly down at the floor.

“I asked a question, honey.” Yunho said, tilting Yeosang’s chin up slightly to make him look up at him.

“Uh- yes.” Yeosang replied, a chill going down his spine at the feeling of Yunho’s fingers under his face.

“Right. So let’s make that happen then.” Yunho responded, leaning in and pressing his lips to Yeosang’s. He turned their bodies, pressing Yeosang back against his desk. Yeosang braced himself against it with his hands as he kissed Yunho back, Yunho’s hips pressing up against his. Yeosang could already feel the hardness of Yunho’s cock through his pants, his bulge pressing against Yeosang’s own. They continued to kiss, their lips moving in perfect harmony, Yunho’s hands all over Yeosang’s torso, leaving chills in their wake.

When they broke the kiss, Yunho stepped back, spinning Yeosang around to push him down over his desk. Yeosang went willingly, ready for anything Yunho was gonna do next.

“You’re so good. You really do just want to work under me, yeah? Fulfill my every need? You’re perfect.” Yunho remarked, repeating the same thing he’d said earlier, while pushing his hips against Yeosang’s ass. 

Yeosang allowed Yunho to hold him down against the desk, Yunho’s hand pressed down on Yeosang’s back, just below the nape of his neck. When he was sure Yeosang wouldn’t move, he traced his fingers down Yeosang’s spine over his sweater, sending a chill through his whole body. Yunho pulled the hem of Yeosang’s sweater up, revealing his lower back, letting the fabric bunch around his midsection.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Yunho said, putting his hands on Yeosang’s bare waist, feeling his soft skin. Yeosang responded with a hum, lightly pushing back against Yunho’s touch.

Yunho traced his fingers down further, leaned down to reach around Yeosang’s waist and unbutton his pants. He slipped them down past his hips, along with his underwear, moving slowly so Yeosang had a chance to back out anytime if he wanted. But he didn’t, he let Yunho expose him, and he felt slightly overwhelmed already, but he held himself together, just waiting for Yunho’s next move.

Yunho leaned forward over Yeosang, his chest pressing against Yeosang’s back, and he brought the tips of his middle fingers to Yeosang’s lips.

“Suck.” Yunho ordered, and Yeosang parted his lips, letting Yunho push his fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them, coating them in saliva. Yunho’s fingers were long, and he pushed them deeper into Yeosang’s mouth, rutting against him from behind at the same time. Yeosang gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes already, just from Yunho’s fingers. 

“Oh, you sweet angel, crying already?” Yunho said in a condescending tone, making Yeosang gag on his fingers again before pulling them out.

Yunho brought his hand down to Yeosang’s ass, pushing a wet finger into his hole with no warning, slowly enough to not hurt him, but the sudden intrusion still shocked Yeosang.

“Mmm- Yunho-” He whined, shutting his eyes, his face still pressed against Yunho’s desk.

“What’s wrong, angel? Too much?” Yunho asked, working Yeosang open enough to slide a second finger in, beginning to scissor them slowly, stretching Yeosang open. A stray tear slipped out of one of Yeosang’s eyes, dripping down his cheek and falling onto the desk below. Yunho continued to prep him, moving his fingers at an almost painfully slow pace. When he pulled them out, he watched Yeosang’s hole for a moment as it clenched around nothing, missing Yunho’s fingers.

Yunho stepped back, leaning over his desk chair to open a drawer and pull out a condom, shoved in the side of the drawer behind a stack of papers. He put it in his mouth, holding it between his teeth while he unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down to free his cock. Then he opened the wrapper of the condom with his teeth, reaching down and rolling it onto his hard cock. He leaned forward again, holding a hand out to Yeosang’s mouth.

“Spit.” He demanded, and Yeosang obeyed, spitting into Yunho’s hand. Yunho used it to coat his cock, before lining himself up and pushing into Yeosang.

Yeosang moaned, Yunho’s cock bigger than he’d expected, stretching him almost painfully with only spit as lube. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes again, and Yunho noticed almost immediately. He reached forward, gripping Yeosang’s hair and pressing him into the desk.

“You can cry, angel, it’s okay.” He said, starting to thrust into Yeosang, pulling moans and gasps out of him. When Yunho angled his hips properly, hitting Yeosang’s prostate dead-on, Yeosang couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He was enjoying this, but he was so sensitive that he was so easily overwhelmed.

“That’s right. You look so pretty like that.” Yunho said, tightening his grip on Yeosang’s hair. Tears spilled from Yeosang’s eyes, forming a small puddle on the desk below him.

“Hmm, Yunho,” He whined, his voice shaky through the tears.

“What’s the matter, angel?” Yunho asked, continuing his relentless thrusts into Yeosang.

“I can’t…” Yeosang started to reply, but he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Angel, yes you can. You can do so much more than you give yourself credit for.” Yunho reassured, his grip on Yeosang’s hair loosening, and Yunho began to stroke his hair rather than tug on it. The sweet gesture only made Yeosang cry more, his words turning into incomprehensible blabbering, the only clear sounds he made being his whining and whimpering.

With one final thrust, Yeosang came, spurting ropes of cum onto the front of Yunho’s desk and the floor below him. Yunho followed shortly after, filling the condom inside of Yeosang, and then pulling out, taking the condom off, and tossing it into the trash can next to his desk. He helped Yeosang to his feet, tucked his cock back into his pants and adjusted his clothes.

“Your makeup is smudged, Angel. Go clean yourself up, hm?” Yunho brought a hand to Yeosang’s face, wiping dried tears from under his eyes, mixed with smeared eyeshadow.

1.3k words -> top wooyoung, bottom mingi

The hours felt like they dragged on. Wooyoung kept glancing up at the clock in his office, waiting for the time to pass so he could go home to his boyfriend. He took overtime for the extra money, but he always hated leaving Mingi alone for so long. He loved to attach himself to Wooyoung, he loved being there when Wooyoung needed him, and he loved helping Wooyoung relieve his stress. He almost always needed that after a long day at work, and Mingi was always there when he got home. 

On late nights like these, Wooyoung always expected Mingi to be asleep by the time he got home. But with this expectation came the conversation they’d had about a week ago.

“I have to work overtime again soon.” Wooyoung had told Mingi, a sigh escaping his lips. “I never get to see you on those days.”

“It’s okay.” Mingi replied, reaching forward and taking Wooyoung’s hand. “I’ll still be here. Use me anyway.” He offered. Wooyoung cocked his head slightly.

“Use you?” He questioned.

“While I’m sleeping. You can still use me if you want. You know my limits. And I know you need it.” Mingi replied, looking down at Wooyoung.

Wooyoung was unsure at first, questioning if it would be right to take Mingi in that state, but Mingi kept reassuring him that he’d be okay, that he wanted it. Which wasn’t new, Mingi wanted Wooyoung all the time, Wooyoung had him wrapped around his finger, always begging and pleading for Wooyoung to give him more. 

When Wooyoung got home from another late night at work, his and Mingi’s apartment quiet, the lights off, he reconsidered the conversation they’d had. Mingi was waiting for him. He’d be asleep, but he was waiting. Wooyoung knew that for sure. He was quiet with the way he kicked off his shoes and slipped into the bathroom, showering and looking at the clothes he’d set out for himself. He grabbed only his boxers, slipping them on and walking silently back to the bedroom. Mingi’s form was dimly lit by the moonlight in bed, the blankets draped over his body, his legs sticking out from the bottom. Wooyoung sighed softly, admiring him for a moment before sliding into bed next to him. 

Wooyoung shifted closer to Mingi, his hips coming to rub up against Mingi’s soft ass. He reached down under the blanket, feeling around gently to find that Mingi was wearing a pair of loose shorts, with obviously nothing underneath. He carefully reached between Mingi’s thighs, running his fingers over Mingi’s smooth skin, trying not to wake him. He glanced up at Mingi’s face, his expression soft in sleep, his lips parted ever so slightly. Mingi’s breathing was low, in and out slowly, so peaceful and so beautiful. Wooyoung almost felt bad about touching him in a state like this, but they’d talked about it, and as long as he was careful, Mingi would be perfectly okay.

Wooyoung rutted his hips gently against Mingi’s ass again, letting out a small gasp of breath, his cock hardening in his boxers. Mingi shifted slightly in his sleep, but he was just stirring, and he stilled again immediately after.

Wooyoung took a moment, resting a hand on Mingi’s waist from behind, leaning against his bare back. He slid his hands down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Mingi’s shorts, trying to pull them down. It was difficult without the help of the other man, but he eventually got them down, the fabric bunching just above Mingi’s knees.

Then, Wooyoung rolled over, fumbling around his nightstand for his lube. When he finally found it, he coated his fingers and moved back to press up against Mingi again. He reached down, his fingers finding a path to Mingi’s hole, but instead of finding it empty, there was a plug there. Mingi had already prepped for him. Wooyoung’s cock jumped in his boxers at the thought — Mingi really was waiting for him. It would’ve been a shame if Wooyoung wasn’t able to follow through. He grabbed the base of the plug, gently pulling it out, smiling to himself at the slight resistance, and pleased with himself when it came out with a small pop.

Mingi stirred again, a small hum escaping his sleeping form. Wooyoung continued, tracing a finger around Mingi’s hole, already stretched and aching for more. Wooyoung could feel the way Mingi clenched around nothing, his hole begging to be filled again. Wooyoung slipped two fingers inside of him, making sure he was completely ready. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Mingi when he was already giving himself up to Wooyoung in such a vulnerable state.

When Wooyoung decided Mingi was stretched enough, he slipped out of his boxers, taking the bottle of lube again and coating his cock with it. He slipped easily into Mingi, hooking a leg over his, exhaling against his back. Wooyoung moved slowly, trying not to disturb Mingi, holding back gasps that were threatening to spill out each time Mingi unconsciously clenched around Wooyoung’s cock.

As Wooyoung thrusted, Mingi stirred in his sleep again, letting out another breathy hum, pushing back against Wooyoung. It was obvious he’d probably wake up any minute, but Wooyoung was careful anyway, thrusting gently, rather than fast or hard, like Mingi usually wanted. 

Wooyoung adjusted the angle of his hips, tightening his leg around Mingi, aiming to hit his prostate, drawing a sleepy whine out of Mingi.

“Mmm- Woo?” Mingi spoke, his voice low and tired.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. Just relax.” Wooyoung answered in the same low tone, continuing his motions, drawing more hums out of Mingi now that he was slightly more conscious.

Mingi shifted sleepily, sighing in pleasure. Wooyoung reached around Mingi’s waist, taking his cock in hand, stroking him slowly. Mingi leaked pre cum onto Wooyoung’s hand, his fingers slick, and Mingi’s cock was quickly covered in it as well, Wooyoung spreading it down his length with each move of his fist. He moved his hand in time with his thrusts, hitting Mingi’s prostate dead-on again and again, while Mingi still laid in a half-conscious state, unable to form words, only an array of whines and gasps spilling from his lips. 

Because he was so tired, the combined stimulation from Wooyoung’s thrusts and Wooyoung’s hand around his cock were almost too much, and he squirmed slightly, but he didn’t try to stop Wooyoung, he just laid and took everything Wooyoung gave him.

“Hm- Woo-” Mingi whined, his voice still heavy with exhaustion. He gripped his pillow, burying his face in it, everything starting to catch up to him.

“Hey, relax.” Wooyoung said, his voice quiet and sweet. He pressed small, reassuring kisses to Mingi’s back and shoulders.

It wasn’t long after that Mingi came, his body shivering as he spilled onto Wooyoung’s hand, as well as the sheets below him, leaving a damp spot there. Wooyoung came at the same time, filling Mingi up.

Wooyoung stayed inside of Mingi for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of being so close with his boyfriend. Mingi laid tired, obviously about to fall back to sleep, but before he did, he mumbled something.