#az.write

Yeonjun was not great at being subtle when he was horny. Y/n knew exactly what he wanted the second the raven haired man had tapped the inside of his thigh. But Y/n was a good worker and he wasn’t about to leave a meeting because Yeonjun wanted his dick sucked. So he ignored him, even when he got more insistent. Tracing patterns on his sleeve, tugging at the waistband of his slacks, even grabbing his ass when he stood to hand papers to the supervisor.

Y/n inhaled quickly and shot a glare at the shorter male. Yeonjun just smirked and stood to leave, telling everyone that he had to use the restroom. Y/n rolled his eyes and waited a few minutes before following him out the door.

He yelped when he was pulled into a supply closet only two workrooms down from the one he had left. “You couldn’t wait until we were done?” Y/n complained.

“No,” Yeonjun said bluntly, pulling the shorter man into a messy kiss and shoving his tongue in his mouth. Y/n moaned into the kiss, biting his lip while using his hands to unbuckle his belt. “I thought you didn’t want this,” Yeonjun laughed.

“Let me give you a blowjob so we can get back to the meeting.” Y/n dropped to his knees and pulled Yeonjun’s cock out for him. He stopped him by winding his hand into his hair and pulling hard. Y/n winced, tears springing to his eyes.

“Where’s your manners?” Yeonjun said darkly, keeping a tight grip on his hair.

Y/n huffed. “Please,” he muttered reluctantly.

“Please what?”

“Please… sir.”

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A knock at Y/n’s door startled him, pulling him out of his reading trance. He padded across his apartment softly and opened the door, his face darkening when he saw who it was.

“Park. What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to see you.”

Jay breathed heavily, not even trying to hide the way his eyes were traveling up and down Y/n’s body. “I need… your help,” he whined. His hand reached out to wrap around his waist and Y/n’s eyes widened. He backed up quickly, pulling Jay into the apartment out of sight from prying eyes.

He pushed Jay’s chest lightly and narrowed his eyes at him. “You pissed me off. Why should I help you with your little problem?” he said, gesturing towards Jay’s obvious hard-on. 

His eyes shut and he let out a pathetic whimper, stirring something in Y/n’s stomach. “Please, it hurts,” he whispered, pulling him closer by the belt loops of his jeans. “You’re the only one… who can help.”

The corner of Y/n’s mouth twitched up in a smirk, enjoying the needy state the normally dominant man was in. He pushed him again, hard enough for him to land sitting on one of the armchairs in the living room. He dropped onto his lap and grinded down on his boner, laughing at the desperate moan that left Jay’s mouth.

“Fine, but because you decided to be a jerk to me, you’re not getting my ass tonight,” Y/n said, fingers playing with the ends of Jay’s black hair. Before a complaint left the older man, Y/n leaned forward and smashed their lips together. Jay groaned into his mouth. Relief flooded his body at the touch and his hands grabbed at his waist with a bruising grip.

Y/n moved away from his lips to suck at previous hickeys, leaving them even darker than before. He pulled up Jay’s shirt and latched on to one of his nipples at the same time he grinded against his crotch again. Jay tipped his head back with his jaw dropped, already overwhelmed by Y/n and what he was doing.

The taller boy continued attacking Jay’s most sensitive spots, refusing to let up and instead getting more cocky as pretty moans left Jay’s mouth. “Nothing to say, darling?” he whispered in his ear. “Who’s being all submissive now?”

Y/n bit down on the one spot that wasn’t already colored with lovebites and Jay grunted, his hand automatically reaching up to grab Y/n’s hair as he saw white for a second. The younger man chuckled when he felt the wetness of Jay’s jeans seep into his shorts.

“Did someone cum in his pants? I didn’t know I was that good.” Jay’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment at cumming early, avoiding eye contact with the boy on his lap. He gasped when Y/n grabbed his chin and tilted his face to force him to look him in the eyes.

“Eyes on me Jay, we’re just getting started.”

Jay swallowed. Y/n had the same look in his eye as he had when they first fucked, meaning he was not going to stop until he got what he wanted. “Let's get those dirty pants off hm?” Y/n smirked, pulling Jay’s jeans and underwear down as he slid off his lap and down to the floor.

He looked up at the raven haired boy through his long eyelashes while pressing feather light kisses on his inner thigh. Jay whined and wound his hand into Y/n’s hair. “Don’t- don't look at me like that,” he breathed. “Fucking- angel eyes.”

Y/n chuckled, stimulating Jay’s dick with little puffs of breath. He let out another whimper and tugged at Y/n’s locks. “C’mon, baby. I need more,” he said, bucking his hips up. Y/n grabbed his waist and held him down, Jay’s eyes widening at the sudden show of strength.

“Patience, dickhead. I’m the one in control,” Y/n muttered, placing a kiss on his tip that made him gasp. He went at a slow pace that still made Jay shift with overstimulation and moan when Y/n’s tongue swirled around his length.

“Please, I’m so close–” he stuttered as Y/n finally took his entire dick in his mouth. He came again, dots covering his vision and he made sure not to spill a drop, used to swallowing his cum by now. He stood quickly and pulled Jay into a harsh kiss by the collar of his shirt. The older boy grimaced at the bitter taste on Y/n’s tongue.

“Yeah, jackass. Drink less fucking coffee and I won’t make you taste your own cum,” he said roughly. Jay rolled his eyes and just attached himself to Y/n’s neck.

“These marks are fading. I’d better fix that,” he mumbled. Y/n hummed as he lazily palmed his own cock over his pants. “Darling. Let me,” he whispered, slipping a hand past his waistband.

“You’d better give me the best orgasm of my life for this.”

“You know I do that anyways, sweetheart.”

“Shut up, Park.”

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Imagine Mingi with a pussy, who's alway so whiny and needy. He tugs at your clothes constantly and looks up at you, pleading with his boba eyes for something, whether it's your fingers, mouth, or cock.

He always does it in public, trying to rile you up so you'll fuck that pretty cunt until he's seeing stars. He gets off on how you warn him when he grinds against your crotch or bends over particularly slowly. Eventually your patience snaps and you pull aside his panties to shove a finger or two in him to shut him up.

He's so whiny when you get home, just begging for more since you've been edging him for an hour. His eyes are teary as he gets on his knees and paws at your jeans, waiting for permission to wrap his plump lips around your cock. You grant it to him, and revel in the way his eyes light up and he gets your clothes off with practiced precision.

He's loud, gagging and whimpering in the ways only he can while you grab his hair and shove your dick down his throat. His pussy drips arousal as he grinds against your foot like a desperate puppy and eventually you pull him up because you can't take it anymore and you just need to breed him full of your cum.

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“Soobin.”

He paused and looked up from where he was silently tending to your wound. “I can do this myself,” you said quietly, pushing him away by his shoulder. He stubbornly shook his head and returned to wrapping bandages around your stomach.

You sighed and sat back as his hands brushed over your waist and up closer to your chest, checking his work. He stopped close to your throat.

“I’m not hurt there,” you said as he traced the veins in your neck.

“I know,” he muttered lowly, eyes flicking up to make searing eye contact. Your breath hitched  as his hand wrapped around your throat, warm but dangerous.

His tattoos peek out of his unbuttoned shirt collar and you get distracted following them down his chest until they’re out of sight. “What are you doing?” you asked as he leaned closer and tipped your head up with his thumb.

Soobin didn’t answer, always quiet unless around you. He leaned closer and you shivered as he pressed a kiss to the column of your throat. “Soobin…” you whispered softly, your fingers carding through his raven hair. He hummed while sucking a mark into the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder.

You pulled him back by the roots of his hair to look into his eyes. They were full of worship and fondness, like he just couldn’t control himself and needed to show how he felt. You tugged him back in for a sweet kiss, pouring every feeling you had into him until you felt like there were flowers blooming between your lips.

A gentle sigh escaped your body as he laid you back against the cushions. He treated you gingerly, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at the slightest touch. You unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, revealing the tattoo patterns you knew all too well.

“Fuck,” he groaned, your hands traveling lower down his body to touch all the places you were never allowed to before. “Don’t tease.” He pressed himself up against you while kissing every spot he could reach.

“I’m not trying to.” You unzip his pants and tug them down, his lips insistently capturing yours again. “So needy,” you smiled once he pulled away.

Soobin huffed, pulling down your underwear and running his hands over your exposed hips. “Stunning,” he whispered, seemingly in awe of your beauty. 

Red dusted your cheeks but you managed out a thank you as you tossed the clothes into a corner of the room. He placed kisses down your chest reverently and you let out a whine.

“Come on Soobin, I need you.”

“Of course sweetheart.”

notes!

M/n loved watching Felix perform, it was one of his favorite things to do. He was such an amazing dancer and of course that deep voice made M/n a little dizzy. Thank God he was allowed to hang out backstage as long as he wasn’t in the way because he would have killed to be able to watch Felix like this.

It was so funny the way Felix could look so badass and make the fans melt with one look on stage but M/n could make him fall apart with a brush of his fingers in private. A thought appeared in the back of his mind as the boys started finishing up their set. Damn why did those stylists always have to do such a good job when dressing his boyfriend, it was driving him a little nuts and there was nothing he could do about it. M/n zoned back in when he realized the group was coming offstage.

M/n waited patiently for Felix as all the other members walked backstage chatting together. The shorter blond came off last and he immediately jumped into M/n’s arms after handing his mic to a crew member. M/n wrapped his hands around his waist, squeezing tightly as he pressed kisses into Felix’s hair. It smelled like strawberries and M/n knew he must have used his favorite shampoo on purpose this morning.

“Hi love,” M/n whispered, tipping Felix’s face up by his chin to kiss him on the lips.

“Someone’s happy to see me huh?” Felix grinned mischievously as he let his fingers travel farther down M/n’s body, grazing over his half hard dick. The taller boy felt his cheeks warm and he looked away in embarrassment. Felix chuckled and pulled M/n closer by the belt loops on his jeans knowing that it turned him on. “We can go to my dressing room for a bit,” he whispered, watching how M/n shivered at his words.

Felix looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. He caught Bangchan’s eye and he only waved a hand, knowing he’d be a hypocrite if he discouraged them since he and Changbin fucked in a supply closet at the last concert. M/n took his boyfriend’s hand and let him lead him to his secluded dressing room.

“How’d you get a room in this quiet corner?” M/n asked.

“I can be pretty persistent. Maybe I was hoping to get fucked after the concert today,” Felix smiled innocently.

M/n raised his eyebrows and slipped his hands into the back pockets of Felix’s pants. “Were you now?” he said more quietly. Felix nodded quickly, kissing M/n’s jaw to prove his point. M/n moved his hands and placed them under Felix’s ass, lifting him easily. His legs wrapped around M/n’s waist and they looked into each other’s eyes. Felix stroked M/n’s cheek, leaning down slightly to capture his lips in a kiss that would never fail to create butterflies in their stomachs.

The kiss deepened, M/n’s tongue exploring Felix’s mouth and one of his hands going up his shirt while the other kept Felix supported. His head tipped back and he let out a breathy moan as M/n sucked on the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder.

M/n gently laid Felix down on the couch in the room, kissing down his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. Felix started to unbuckle his belt when he heard a knock. “Oh shit,” the blond whispered. “Get behind the door and don’t make a sound.”

“Fix your belt prince,” M/n said before moving out of view of the doorway. Felix fiddled with the thing around his waist and rushed to open the door.

“Hyunjin. Hi,” he said breathlessly.

“Minho said to tell you that you forgot to drop off your mic,” Hyunjin said, arms crossed against his chest.

Felix frowned and messed with the buttons on his shirt. “But I did. I handed it to Eunho.”

“Ugh, okay. He must have not told Jiwoo. I’ll let them know,” he mumbled while tying his hair back from his face. He started walking away and Felix breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, and be safe you two!” he yelled from farther down the hallway.

Felix rolled his eyes and closed the door. “He’s definitely gonna tell everyone,” he said while turning around, seeing M/n pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his toned back. The taller boy definitely said something in response but Felix was distracted by his smooth unblemished skin. He could definitely change that. Felix bit M/n’s shoulder, hearing a startled yelp of pain and pleasure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” M/n asked as he faced the shorter boy. Felix’s eyes widened in an attempt to look innocent, hands flying behind his back as if he wasn’t just trying to unzip M/n’s jeans. “Clothes off. Now.”

Felix obeyed immediately, the black shirt slipping off his freckled shoulders and pants pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them. M/n saw the wet spot of precum on his boxers and grinned. “I thought I was the horny one.”

Felix’s cheeks bloomed red and he raised a hand to cover his face. M/n wasn't having it and he grabbed the smaller boy’s wrist, moving it so he could see him blushing. “Don’t cover your pretty face doll. I wanna see you melt because of me,” he muttered against Felix’s lips.

Their lips met each other yet again, M/n’s jeans becoming constricting around his cock at the whimpers escaping out of Felix’s mouth. The blond could feel M/n getting harder and he finished what he had tried to do earlier, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with the taller boy’s underwear. M/n nodded with approval at Felix dropping to his knees.

“Be a good boy Lix,” M/n said while guiding Felix to his dick. His tongue swirled around M/n’s tip and he groaned, grabbing Felix by the hair and bucking his hips into his mouth. Tears pricked in the corners of Felix’s eyes and he moaned at the feeling of M/n hitting the back of his throat. The vibrations felt amazing and M/n tipped his head back in bliss. Felix looked so pretty on his knees deepthroating his cock with tears of pleasure threatening to spill over his freckled cheeks.

“Swallow for me baby, we don’t want to make a mess,” M/n groaned. Felix hummed in obedience just in time for M/n to cum down his throat. He wiped the corner of his mouth to make sure he didn’t miss a drop and looked back up at his boyfriend, who was staring at him lovingly. “Come up here. Let’s take care of you now.”

M/n pressed chaste kisses along Felix’s jaw as he removed his boxers for him. Then he fell back on the couch and beckoned for Felix to sit on his lap. “Open your mouth,” he said. The blond immediately did so and M/n slipped two fingers in, Felix coating them in spit as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Which he practically had.

Felix whined as M/n quickly started scissoring open his hole, his head falling forward onto his shoulder. When M/n deemed him properly stretched, he removed his fingers and lifted him by the waist. The taller boy let the other lower himself onto his cock, both letting out a simultaneous moan at the feeling of the other.

It had been so long since Felix had felt this full. The pair were definitely not one to fuck backstage regularly but Felix thought they had to do this more often. He started bouncing and M/n bit his lip, trying to keep from being too loud. They may have been farther away than most of the dressing rooms but that didn’t mean there weren’t people nearby.

M/n could tell Felix was getting close because his movements grew stuttered and irregular. He leaned in and smashed his lips onto his, muffling the blond’s moans. “Cum for me Lix,” M/n whispered. And he did, his load coating the older boy’s chest. M/n shoved his fingers back into Felix’s mouth as he also came, knowing he was the loudest post-orgasm.

This time was no exception. M/n adored the noises he made around his fingers and how his nails dug into his bicep and back. “Shh, baby. Can you get up?” he asked softly. Felix nodded and he slowly stood, whining at feeling M/n pull out. He wobbled over to grab tissues then tossed them at M/n so he could clean himself up.

“Jesus my knees are weak,” Felix mumbled, using a hand to balance himself as he changed into comfy after-concert clothes.

M/n grinned, proud of himself. The pair left the room together after dressing. Felix had a dark spot blooming on his neck and M/n had to keep a hand on his back so he could walk straight, earning more than their fair share of whispers from the crew as they met up with their friends again.

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