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MinHwa “Maid outfit”

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

Hard Smut/ MinHwa + M/N

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

Apologies for the rough writing and misspelling. Using phone.

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

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

Word count: 1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“The adjuster” Jongho

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

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

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"Friends kiss each other, right?"

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

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

DM/Requests open.

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

TW: Gay, Kissing, Fluff

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

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

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San "Are you kidding me?"

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

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

DM/Requests open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Asks + Update

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

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

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

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Mingi "I like your glasses"

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

Soft Mingi smut. Just pure smut.

DM/Requests open

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hongjoong "You're on your worst behavior"

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

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

DM/Requests open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello ^_^ Hard boi thoughts. Would have made this smut but aborted last minute. Idk if that's something y'all would want.

M/N gets hurt and it leads to sexual tension?

DM/Requests open.

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

TW: Gay, Boner, Touching (non-sexually), Cooing, Fluff.

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A loud thud filled the dorm air. It was quickly followed by a hissed-out string of cuss words. Seonghwa and San weren’t supposed to get back until way later due to a schedule they had together. Frowning, Mingi made his way out to the living room. His eyes quickly landed on M/N. The other curled up in pain on the ground. “M/N-ah?” He softly questioned. “Hyung,” The soft words made his heart flutter. It was clear the other was in pain. “What happened?” He questioned, dropping down next to the other. M/N gave a shaky breath before speaking. “Grabbing something from Seonghwa and fell,” He confessed. Mingi nodded his head at the words. “You ok?” He questioned, unsure of how to help the other. “Landed on my hip,” Mingi flinched at the words. M/N had gotten a hip injury when they were in Kingdom. It sometimes bothered him, but he always brushed it off as a joke.

 Mingi ran his hand through the other’s hair at the words. “Should I call for help?” He asked. M/N shook his head as he slowly uncurled from the position he’d been in. “N-no, it’s ok,” Mingi carefully helped the other sit on the couch. Mingi wanted to chuckle at the thought of this happening in M/N’s dorm with Yunho and Yeosang. They didn’t have any furniture. M/N most likely would still be on the ground in pain. Mingi held back the soft giggle and rubbed the other’s thigh gently. “Should we take a look?” M/N shook his head, blushing red at the words. “It’s ok, Hyung,” M/N stated, resting his hands in his lap. Mingi frowned at the words. “M/N-ah, we should check. You really hurt yourself the last time this happened,” Mingi softly cooed, rubbing the other’s thigh gently. M/N bit his lip, refusing to meet Mingi’s gaze. “Hyung, it’s fine,” Mingi shook his head. “We’ll check, hm. If it’s bad I’ll take you, ok?” Mingi knew M/N hated being checked out. He probably didn’t want to go with the others or the managers. Mingi reached up to fiddle with the other’s waistband. M/N flushed a deeper red. He began to gently pull them down but was stopped by M/N.

 “I’m not wearing underwear,” The confession making Mingi’s heart flutter. He hadn’t even thought about that. “Just thought you should know,” He stated quietly when Mingi didn’t reply. Mingi bit his lip lightly before speaking. “We still need to check, M/N-ah. Do you want a blanket?” M/N refused to meet Mingi’s gaze. M/N paused, unsure, before shaking his head slowly. “I’ll cover myself. You don’t have to pull my sweats all the way down, right?” Mingi nodded his head at the words. “Just enough to see,” He answered. M/N nodded his head, taking in the words. “Ok,” He quietly agreed. 

Mingi carefully tugged the other’s sweats down. A frown making its way to his face. “You’re bruised already,” Mingi muttered. M/N frowned at the words. His hands moving from holding his sweats in place to peek at the nasty bruise forming. “Fuck,” He muttered, head snapping to look at Mingi. “You hit it pretty good. I don’t think you need treatment though,” He confessed. His eyes briefly met M/N’s before glancing down at the bruise again. He allowed one hand to lightly trail the bruise while his other hand softly played with the inside of M/N’s thigh. Mingi leaned down to place a delicate kiss to the other’s bruise. “Hyung,” The strained word causing Mingi’s head to land on M/N’s face. “M/N-ah?” He quizzed.

The other’s face was bright red, as if he was embarrassed. M/N refused to meet his gaze, hands covering his crotch once more. It suddenly clicked for Mingi. The other was hard and desperately trying to cover it. Mingi was suddenly aware of how intimate everything was. He carefully pulled away, biting his lip.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the dorm door being swung open aggressively. It made them both flinch. “Mingi-ah! How does chicken sound for dinner?” Seonghwa’s voice rang through the dorm. M/N stood up quickly, putting space between the two of them. “Ah, staying for dinner, M/N-ah?” San asked. The said boy muttered something out and was quickly gone. Mingi frowned at the actions of the other. “He really hasn’t been in a chicken mood, huh,” San quizzed, rushing to grab something from the kitchen. Mingi agreed blindly as he moved to follow Seonghwa into the kitchen.

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Wooyoung "You used to be someone I hated"

Hello ^_^ Back again after a break. Been going through something and couldn't find inspiration.

Thank you to @ateezreactionsandscenarios for your prompts. I know they were for requesting but some of them brought back my spark.

Miscommunication with Wooyoung results in some angst then fluff.

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

TW: Gay, Slight Angst, Fluffy end, Drinking

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Yunho giggled as he slammed the card he’d been holding down. He’d brought a simple drinking game to the party with low expectations. Yunho had become happy when it became a big hit. The drunk group finding the silly questions and dares hilariously stupid. Wooyoung snagged a card from the table, offering it to M/N. The said male smiling brightly at him as he took the card. M/N read the card twice before pausing for a short time. The group had tossed aside some cards they had agreed weren’t in good flavor earlier. Hongjoong worried for a second that they’d forgotten to pull one. 

However, just as fast as M/N’s hesitation appeared, it was gone. “Ah, Woo-ah,” He stated, tossing the card towards the center. The group giggled at the words. Wooyoung and San both reached for the card. Wooyoung was slightly faster. He turned the card over with a smile, questioning what the other had pinned him for. His smile faded as he read over the words. Who have you hated most in the group? Wooyoung couldn’t help but pull the card closer to himself. He was worried the others could see the words. “What?” He questioned, a frown making its way to his face as his eyes landed on M/N. The other shrugged his shoulders, reaching for his drink. “You used to be someone I hated,” The words came out with ease. The group paused, taking in the words M/N had spoken. Wooyoung’s stiff body suddenly becoming bluntly apparent to them. Yunho gave a dry laugh as he tried to cut in. “Used to. That good news, huh,” He questioned, hitting San as he spoke. The other made a noise of agreement. “I-I mean Woo-ah can be a bit much at first,” He commented, shrugging his shoulders too.

 M/N shook his head at the words. “A bit much?” He questioned. The group felt fear hit them. They hadn’t thought M/N was drunk but this simple card was proving otherwise. M/N never spoke bad about Wooyoung. They were best friends for fucks sake. Yunho felt regret hit him as he realized this was turning bad fast. The others had asked him not to bring the stupid game and he had. Now, it was about to cause a blowout fight. “Wooyoung’s the nicest person I’ve met. I don’t think it’s possible for him to be too much,” Wooyoung frowned harder at the words. “I’m the nicest person you’ve met, yet you hated me?” He questioned, crossing his arms. M/N laughed as he nodded. “That’s why I hated you so much. Imagine getting rejected by Eden and the guy you lose to gives you the biggest smile and pats your back saying ‘You did so well, M/N-ah,” The words filled the air uncomfortably. Wooyoung spoke before anyone could stop him. “You hated me because I treated you nice?” He muttered out the words in disbelief. 

M/N nodded his head. “Woo-ah, every time we went against each other, you won. And you were so nice about it,” Wooyoung frowned at the words. “I didn’t win every time-” M/N laughed loudly at the words. “Literally every time, Woo-ah. God, I felt so talentless next to you,” M/N leaned forward as he spoke. “Did you know Eden-Hyung handpicked me? Handpicked, yet I lost every time I went against you. I think that’d irk anyone, but it hurt more knowing you’d smile and act like it wasn’t important,” M/N shook his head while taking a sip of his drink. Wooyoung’s head had tilted, like he couldn’t understand what was happening. “I-I didn’t know you felt that way,” He softly stated. M/N shook his head. “I tried not to show it. It’s not like it was your fault,” The words brought a slight smile to his face. “Seriously, nicest person ever,” He muttered, reaching to give Wooyoung’s hand a quick squeeze. “I think you’re the only person to say I’m the nicest person you know,” M/N giggled, leaning into Wooyoung as he spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be mean,” San’s eyes widened at the words. 

“He’s the meanest! God, has he bit you yet?!” M/N giggled at the words, tilting his head up to look at Wooyoung as he spoke. “Bit? Do you plan on biting me?” The words from M/N made his heart thump hard. He was positive that his heart could be heard by the others. Wooyoung simply smiled and gently leaned down to catch the other’s shoulder in between his teeth. He barely gave it a squeeze before pulling away, a cheesy smile on his face. M/N giggled. “See, nicest person ever! Y’all call that a bite?!” Wooyoung watched M/N with a smile on his face as the group turned into a fight. The others claiming he was mean and harsh with them while M/N claimed that the ‘bite’ He’d just gotten was nothing.

[cozytief]

San "Wait for me?" "Always"

Hello ^_^ I'm in my soft era. Here's another cute prompt.

San being a big soft boi in this tiny one shot.

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

TW: Don't drink more than a gallon of water within an hour, Fluff, Gay

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M/N watched San chug water bottle after water bottle. The other had been at practice for most of the day. He’d finally made it home late in the evening. M/N had offered to cancel their date but the other declined. M/N already had everything set up. The couch had two large blankets with pillows everywhere. The coffee table littered with snacks and drinks. San’s favorite movie was already up on the tv, ready to play. M/N had waited for the other while he changed into comfy clothes. “I ordered food when you said you were on your way. Should be here in half an hour,” He heard San grumble out a ‘thanks’ as he continued getting ready. It didn’t take long for the two of them to be sat down with the movie playing. M/N blinked as San reached for his fourth water bottle. “Slow down. You’ll have to pee,” He stated. The other simply rolled his eyes. “I’m fine,” M/N watched the other with careful eyes before letting it go. Grabbing popcorn, M/N continued watching the movie. He could understand why it was the other’s favorite. M/N had been putting off watching it, but he was glad San had convinced him to watch it. M/N’s eyes flickered to San as he felt the other shifting uncomfortably. He watched San fiddle with his hands, unsure of whatever he wanted to say. Finally, San grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. “I have to pee,” The words were softly spoken. M/N wanted to tell the other he’d tried to warn him but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he nodded his head and spoke. “Go pee,” He set the popcorn bowl down. San flushed bright red at the words. He hadn’t been asking permission. “Wait for me?” He questioned, motioning towards the movie. M/N gave him a big smile before speaking. “Always,” San couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. The other seemed to always know just what to say. San couldn’t stop himself from speaking. "I love you,” M/N snorted at the words. “Because I’ll wait while you pee?” San flushed a deep red at the words. “Because you’ll always wait for me,” He stated softly, unable to meet the other’s gaze. M/N giggled before gently pushing San off the couch. “Hurry up, goof,” San nodded, making his way quickly to the bathroom. “San-ah,” The other paused, looking back to find the other now wrapped in his blanket. “I love you too,” San smiled brightly at the words.

[cozytief]

Hongjoong "What are we" "I don't know"

Hello ^_^ Back again with a new prompt. I know the prompt encourages this to be sad, but I switched it up. Fluff through and through.

Tiny oneshot of Hongjoong being a cute softie.

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

TW: Fluff, Gay

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Hongjoong’s bedroom was silent besides the city noise that flowed in from the open window. Hongjoong was sprawled across the bed. M/N laid on his side, facing the other. Hongjoong’s eyes were close, but he knew M/N had a smile on his face as he ran his hand through his hair repeatedly. They sat in silence for a while. M/N ended up breaking the silence first. “I think you need a new blanket,” The soft statement making Hongjoong laugh. He opened his eyes, looking at the other as a smile grew onto his own face. “You don’t like the one I have?” The teasing tone made M/N giggle before speaking. “I never said that. It’s just getting old and crusty,” Hongjoong hummed in agreement, closing his eyes again. He felt the M/N’s hand pull away from his hair. The other’s head slowly laid on his chest. Silence filled the room once again. Hongjoong moved his hand to run his hand through the other’s hair. M/N gently rubbed Hongjoong’s stomach as he listened to the other breathing. The slow movements almost pulled him to sleep. “What are we?” The words were softly spoken. M/N worried for a second that the other had fallen asleep. The hand playing with his hair had been halted for a second. “I don’t know,” Hongjoong softly replied. M/N gave a hum at the words. “I like it,” He confessed. A laugh from Hongjoong made his smile widen. He could never get over the other’s beautiful laugh. “I like it too,” The words from Hongjoong made his heartbeat fast. They didn’t need labels. They were both content with how things were. M/N lifted his head enough to turn it to look at the other. “You’re perfect,” He muttered. The other’s smile grew at the complement. “So are you,” Hongjoong’s words made a blush quickly appear on M/N’s face. The said male quickly turned and put his head back on the other’s chest. “Cutie,” Hongjoong muttered softly, moving to play with the other’s head again. This was all they needed and more. Hongjoong’s breathing leveled out with M/N’s as they both slowly fell asleep.

[cozytief]

Wooyoung "I hate you" "I love you"

Hello ^_^ I am new X male reader/ writer. I saw a post about writing prompts and which members it goes to. I saw this prompt and my brain just ran with it. It was originally written with my OC instead of MN, so I apologize if I left the name in somewhere.

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

TW: Abuse, Name calling, alcohol use, jealous Wooyoung (idk more off the top of my head)

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Wooyoung knew he'd been in the wrong. M/N had wanted to go clubbing. He knew he was in a bad mood and shouldn't go. Yet, the cute smile that laid on M/N's face as he begged made Wooyoung agree. M/N had been missing the other a lot recently. Wooyoung had just gotten back from a comeback. He'd been focusing only on that. He'd been ignoring the other's texts and calls. He told himself he'd do better but everyday he'd slip back into the same bad habits. Wooyoung had watched the other get dressed, excitedly talking to him about the club they were going to. Wooyoung listened, getting dressed himself.

He'd smiled as he followed the other to the club. M/N's apartment in the heart of the city. Wooyoung had been honestly feeling better, starting to vibe. They had gotten a table and bought a bottle. Halfway into the night, Wooyoung had started to feel unhappy again. He hadn't wanted to dance, and M/N had disappeared into the crowd. He paused mid-sip as his eyes landed on M/N. The other giggling as he was sandwiched between some people. A girl in front of M/N, twerking as she looked back smirking. M/N simply giggling and he brushed against the male behind him. The male took that as a sign to grab his hips. M/N made fast work to remove the other's hands, but it was too slow for Wooyoung's liking. Wooyoung couldn't help but clench his fists as he set his drink down. He knew the other was just having fun, but it upset him. The other should be up here with him. Wooyoung looked back down to see another female joining the first and Wooyoung snapped. He made it down to the dance floor in record time. M/N's eyes landed on Wooyoung as he roughly shoved the male behind him. "Hyung-" "Shut up," He hissed, tightly grabbing the other's wrists and dragging him away. M/N's heels dug deep as he tried to stop the other. "What are you doing?" He questioned, in disbelief. Wooyoung tightened his grip, yanking the other towards him with as much force as he could. "What the fuck is wrong with you, dude," Wooyoung instantly recognized him as the one he'd shoved. "Fuck off," He spat, turning to M/N. The said male looking at him like he'd gone crazy. "We're going home," He hissed, yanking the other once more. "He's not going anywhere with you," The male said, tightly gripping M/N. Wooyoung couldn't help himself from shoving the other again. "Get your hands off of him!" The male straightened up. M/N pushed Wooyoung away, towards the exit. "It's fine. He's my boyfriend," He stated, rushing to move the angry boy from the scene. M/N flinched as he saw security arrive. "We're leaving," He stated, allowing Wooyoung to drag him out of the club. Security followed them out, watching them carefully.

Wooyoung shoved M/N away from him once they were outside. M/N stumbled before turning to Wooyoung, angry. "What the fuck was that?!" Wooyoung simply rolled his eyes, making his way towards M/N's apartment. “Answer me," He hissed out, chasing the other. "You hurt me," He hissed, rubbing his bruised wrists. "You hurt me too!" Wooyoung spat, finally turning to look at him. "Did you have fun whoring yourself out?!" M/N's mouth fell open at the words. "Excuse me?!" He spat at the other. Wooyoung shoved M/N as he spoke. "I called you a whore. Do you like grinding on strangers?!" M/N shoved Wooyoung back. "It's a club, Wooyoung! I asked you to dance and you declined!" Wooyoung shoved the other, making the other stumble backwards into the wall. "So, you hump every stranger you find?!" He hissed. Wooyoung's face was red in anger with veins showing. "You're a free use whore!" Wooyoung spat. M/N opened his mouth but froze as Wooyoung slapped him hard across the face. The other's hand had come out of nowhere, slapping him so hard his head snapped to the side. M/N felt tears fill his eyes. M/N's eyes finally met Wooyoung's. The other still angry as he glared down at him. "I can't do this," He softly confessed. Wooyoung seemed to finally falter. "What?" M/N stood up, touching his own face in disbelief. "I can't do this," His voice louder this time as he moved a step away from Wooyoung. "I hate you," The words hung thick in the air as he moved away from Wooyoung. The said male slowly realizing how bad he'd fucked up. "I love you," Wooyoung stated, moving towards M/N. The other backed up instantly, making Wooyoung pause. The unreturned words made his heart sting. "I love you," He repeated, M/N cried as he continued to back away from the other. Wooyoung felt tears come to his eyes as he realized the other wouldn't look at him. "Have one of the boys pack up your stuff," He stated softly, moving towards his apartment. Wooyoung's heart broke as he watched the other. "M/N!" The other didn't say a word, rushing away from the scene. Wooyoung sat down, tears flowing from his eyes as he fumbled for his phone. "Woo-ah?" Yunho questioned upon answering. "H-he broke up with me," The words came out a broken statement. Wooyoung knew he'd been in the wrong. He should have stayed home.