cjsoleil

[cjsoleil]

As your personal prompt generator, could you write a mingi x yunho fic but high school au. You know,something cute. Based on your master list, I would like you to write it as slow as possible

Surprise! Sorry I took my sweet time on this, hope you like it my dear prompt generator <3

[cjsoleil]

We Can Tiptoe To The Moon (Yunho x Mingi)

Summary: With years of shared lunches, Mingi finds himself in love with his best friend. Now he just has to admit it.

Heart racing in his chest, breathing somewhat heavily, Yunho runs down the sidewalk. He’s running behind, so he has to practically sprint to get to the school on time. Thankfully, dancing has boosted his stamina and endurance, so the run isn’t as bad as it would have been years ago. Finally, when the school comes into sight he stops running. But he soon realizes something is off.

Everyday, Yunho goes to Mingi’s school and picks him up for lunch. Mingi is a slow eater and when Yunho learned that this led to the younger eating by himself a lot, he made it his purpose to ensure Mingi isn’t alone. Usually, Mingi waits for him at the same spot everyday. Near the front doors and next to a small flower garden. He’s impossible to miss, especially with his tall stature. Today though, the boy is nowhere in sight. He sends him a text message asking where he is but receives no response. It’s odd, usually Mingi will tell him if he wasn’t going to be at school. Yunho is a little late today, he had to help a teacher with an errand. So he had to run to Mingi’s school. Even so, being a little late wouldn’t cause Mingi to leave.

After going around the whole school, Yunho still couldn't find him. So he decides to go up to a few boys he knows Mingi is friendly with.

“Excuse me.” He announced his presence to the small group, “Hello, I was wondering if you knew if Mingi was here today?”

“Nope, didn’t see him.” One of the boy’s answers, and Yunho gets a sense of anxiety in his stomach. He nods before thanking them, leaving them to do whatever it is they were doing. Logically, Mingi is probably fine, but Yunho doesn’t really care about logic. He can’t help but worry.

‘Is he sick? Why wouldn't he tell me?’ When he sees Mingi still hasn’t answered him, it’s clear that only one thing will settle Yunho. That being seeing the younger alive and well with his own eyes.

There are no cars in Mingi’s driveway, indicating that he’s home alone. Luckily for Yunho, his house isn’t too far from his school. He already texted Mingi that he was on his way, but still didn’t get any answer. Not that he really expected one. First, he knocks on the door and after a few minutes decides to try his luck at opening it. To his surprise, the door is unlocked. Yunho doesn’t want to intrude, but he knows that nobody would mind. Mingi’s parents trust him.

He locks the door behind him and takes his time going upstairs, making sure to be quiet to avoid disturbing Mingi if he is asleep. The way to the younger’s bedroom is a familiar path, and he knows just where to step to avoid the squeaking floorboards. The door to his room is slightly open and peaking inside, Yunho sees Mingi laying peacefully on his bed. He looks so cute and younger than he already is, just like the day they first met. Yunho cringes at the sound the door makes when he opens it.

Mingi sometimes gets like this. When he feels like shit for seemingly no reason. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does he is left with barely any will to really do anything. It’s the afternoon on a school and he’s only gotten out of his bed once. Suddenly he jerks upwards when he hears his door open, a harsh interruption of the cold silence in his bedroom.

“What-“

“It’s just me Min.” He looks at his friend standing near the bedroom door. Of course it’s Yunho, who else would it be.

“What the fuck Hyung.” He sighs and makes some room for the other to sit on his bed beside him, completely unbothered by the fact he was only wearing a pair of boxers, “Why are you here? Wait, how are you here?”

“Your door was unlocked.” Mingi stares at him, bewildered,

“Do you realize how creepy that is?” Yunho shrugs, “Why are you here again?”

“I called and texted, you didn’t answer. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Yunho leaves out the part where he wouldn’t be able to properly function if he didn’t make sure Mingi was okay. That the worry would eat up at him all day. Placing the back of his hand in Mingi’s forehead, he frowns.

“Are you sick? I’m sorry for waking you.”

“No.” Mingi shakes his head, looking towards the ceiling, “I’m not sick. I just… I don’t know. I didn’t feel like getting up. I already slept through my alarm so I didn’t see the point. Thanks for checking in though.” Yunho is always so attentive to Mingi. Ever since they first met, and it always makes his heart flutter in his chest in a way it shouldn’t around his best friend.

Yunho smiles sweetly and runs a hand through Mingi’s hair. He doesn’t resist the urge to lean into the touch,

“Do you want me to leave?” Mingi grabs his arm when he tries to pull away.

“No.” He tells him. Never. And Yunho doesn’t linger on the question, because it’s not like he wants to leave either.

“You haven’t gotten up today?” A nod, “Are you feeling better now at least?” It’s a stupid question, Yunho’s presence always makes him feel better. Just seeing his smile brings him happiness. He’s never admitted it though.

“Yeah.” The older boy pats Mingi’s thigh, and he can feel blood rush to his face at the feeling of Yunho’s hand on his bare thigh. Standing up, Yunho moves in front of a drawer. Mingi watches as her rifles through his clothes and only reacts when he feels a shirt hit his head.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.” He tilts his head, confused and Yunho elaborates as he grabs a pair of jeans, “As we always do Mingi. We’re going to go eat.”

“Stop throwing things at me.” The younger complains as more clothes are thrown at him,

“I can dress myself. Also, do you even have time? You will probably be late for your next class.” Yunho looks to Mingi with a grin, and Mingi tries to ignore the way his chest tightens at the sight,

“Hyung always has time for you, Mingi.”

Mingi got dressed, and the two walked to a barbecue restaurant with Yunho still clad in his school uniform.

“Did you remember your phone?”

“Yes hyung.” Mingi taps his jean pocket. The question is not surprising, Yunho asks him nearly every time they leave his house or the school if he remembered his phone or wallet. More often than not, the answer is no, “Which restaurant are we going to?”

“The new one that opened up.”

“Wait.” Mingi turns to Yunho, frowning slightly, “Isn’t that place supposed to be expensive?”

“Don’t worry about that. The meat is very high quality.” Mingi sighs but doesn’t argue more, Yunho has never been one to care about how much he spends on food.

They sit across from each other at a table, and as familiar it is, it feels different today. More intimate, as if they are a couple in a movie scene on a date. Maybe it’s the lighting of the room or the fact that not many people are there. Or maybe it’s Yunho’s hand holding his own resting on the table, thumb rubbing the back of Mingi’s hand.

“Mingi.” Yunho starts after they order, staring seriously at the younger, “Are you really okay?”

“Yeah hyung.” He reassures unconvincingly, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Mingi.” Yunho repeats, “Be honest with me. You don’t have to tell me anything more, but do not lie to me.” Sighing, he shifts his focus to not be under the older’s gaze.

“I’m nervous for my audition.” It’s partially the truth. Mingi is naturally nervous for his audition with KQ, but that’s not the real issue.

He can’t really tell Yunho his actual problem. How does one tell his best friend that he’s in love with him? Especially when both are trying to take a career path where they would never be allowed to date without ruining their image. Mingi doesn’t know when the playful flirting started to be more to him, or when he first wished that Yunho would linger his lips on his forehead a little longer. What he does know is that he’s tired of tiptoeing around his feelings.

“Hey, I’m nervous too.” Yunho says, sympathy dripping from his voice as he reaches over and Mingi’s hand on the table. “But if it’s meant to be, it will happen. Everything will be fine.” Not the mentality Mingi would normally have on such a life altering thing, but he trusts Yunho.

Their food comes, and Mingi wonders how lost in thought he could have been because he did not recall Yunho ordering this much food.

“Hyung!” He exclaims, seeing the plates of meat and side dishes, “This is so much!”

“I know.” Yunho laughs, “But it looks good right.”

It does. The smell alone is making his mouth water and his sudden hunger reminds him he hasn’t eaten all day. Yunho pushes his glass of coke towards the younger and despite not even liking the drink, Mingi takes a sip anyways. Because it’s Yunho. And it’s the best Mingi has felt in weeks. When the bill comes, Yunho takes it before Mingi can even reach to grab it.

“I got it.” Mingi doesn’t fight, knowing Yunho is stubborn about things like this. By now, Yunho is definitely very late for his class, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He walks with Mingi back to his house. During which, Mingi can’t help but feel a sense of guilt for lying to his friend. Right after he was told not to lie. Mingi loves Yunho, he isn’t complete without him. As if they share one soul. So he obviously doesn’t want to make things between them weird or worst case, ruin their friendship entirely, for a relationship that would be nearly impossible to maintain if they do end up becoming idols.

But at the same time, he can’t continue keeping such a secret from his closest friend.

They reach Mingi’s house, but Mingi doesn’t make a move to go inside.

“Yunho.” He hums in acknowledgment, looking over at the younger, “Something else is bothering me.” He doesn’t speak, waiting for Mingi to say more, “I’m worried about the audition, but I’m also worried about you. Us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I- you’re my best friend hyung. I don’t want things to change or be messed up-“

“Hey hey.” Yunho moves forward and wraps Mingi up in a hug, pushing his head to rest on his shoulder, “You’re not making sense Mingi. You’re my closest friend, there’s nothing you can do to mess things up.” Mingi doesn’t feel that reassured, even after Yunho places a gentle kiss on his temple.

‘Just be honest.’ He thinks as he pulls away.

“Yunho I think I- no I do-“ The gears in Mingi’s brain try to find the words to say but fail. A simple ‘I love you’ will not do it, not when they already say those words to each other all the time.

“What?” Yunho questions again, and Mingi moves without any thought.

When Mingi fantasized about his first kiss, he always pictured it with Yunho. It would be in a private setting, maybe one of their rooms. They would take their time and it would be like everything stopped, just for a moment. Yunho would hold his waist and he would hold his face. More than anything, Mingi would be in love with Yunho and Yunho would be in love with him. This is nothing like that. It’s rushed, just long enough to be considered more than a peck. Yunho is frozen still with his eyes wide open and Mingi’s hands are grasping the collar of his blazer. Mingi pulls away after a few seconds to see Yunho staring wide eyed at him, lips parted.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He takes a few steps back, “Forget that happened.” He runs inside his house without giving a proper goodbye, missing the way Yunho brings the tips of his fingers to his lips and smiles.

The next day when they go to lunch, Yunho doesn’t mention the kiss so Mingi doesn’t either. Everything is normal, which is exactly what Mingi wanted. He doesn’t understand why he’s upset about Yunho’s lack of acknowledgement. The night before both their auditions comes up, and they were on a call where they simply wished each other good luck. That’s all it was supposed to be, but Mingi needs more than luck. He needs relief.

“”Hyung.” Mingi starts as he leans back on his bed. He can feel his breath start to get faster and he swallows.

“Mingi.” He can hear the smile in Yunho’s voice.

“I love you.”

“I love you too-“

“No.” Mingi takes a deep breath in. Yunho probably ignored their kiss for a reason, but he has to get this off his chest properly. Kissing Yunho and literally running away was cowardly,

“No Hyung. You’re my best friend, my destined partner and so much more.” A shaky inhale, “I kissed you because I am in love with you.” He talks quick, refusing to hear any response from Yunho, “I should have brought it up at a better time, but I had to tell you. Don’t give me a response, we can talk about it later if you want and otherwise, we won’t at all. Good luck at your audition hyung. You will do great.” He waits a second before hanging up, dropping his phone on the bed and burying his face in his pillow. If he didn’t fuck up their friendship before, he certainly has now.

Mingi is prepared for his audition. He’s practiced a lot the night before, his one sided conversation with Yunho left him unable to go to sleep for a while. He’s already at the company, just waiting for his turn as he plays a mindless game on his phone. He hopes Yunho is doing well, and that he didn’t cause any additional stress to him. It was stupid to admit his feelings over a phone call, the night before an extremely important audition at that.

“Oh my god, Mingi?” A voice cuts through the air like a knife, making him deaf to all background noise.

“Hyung?” He utters with shock laced in his voice and he watches Yunho smile, pulling him into a quick hug, “I didn’t know you were auditioning here too!” Yunho laughs as they break apart, keeping his arm thrown over Mingi’s shoulder.

“Neither did I! You never mentioned it.”

“You didn’t either.” The two laugh and talk for a while, and Mingi realizes he hasn’t ruined anything. Suddenly Yunho grabs his shoulder, smile still present but with a more serious air around him.

“Let’s head outside for a minute.”

“What if we miss-“

“It’ll be quick.” Yunho urges Mingi to leave the room with him and leads them to the closest bathroom. The older boy locks the door behind them.

“What are you-“ Yunho pulls Mingi to him by the waist, tilts his head and kisses Mingi properly. Mingi instinctively cups Yunho’s face and melts into his hold. Its completely different from their first quick, better, properly reciprocated and romantic. Again though, the setting could be better.

When they separate, Yunho rests his forehead on Mingi’s.

“I’m in love with you too.” He whispers to the younger, a sincere expression on his face, “I’m sorry I let you think otherwise for so long.” Mingi grins, tears filling his eyes but they don’t fall,

“I didn’t mention our first kiss because I was waiting for you to open up first. I thought you didn’t want to talk about it and considered it a mistake.” Thinking back, Mingi did tell Yunho to forget about it.

“Don’t apologize.” Mingi takes a small step away, still in Yunho’s arms, “I’m the one who didn’t let you talk. Twice.” He feels Yunho laugh a little, and Mingi pecks his lips.

“So you’re my boyfriend now.” Yunho states, amusement in his voice. His smile falters though, when he sees the uncertainty in Mingi’s eyes, “What is it? Do you not want-“

“No!” Mingi exclaims, “I want to be yours. More than anything. I’m just a little worried.”

“About us?”

“How can we have a relationship if we become idols?” The older boy smiles, grabbing Mingi’s hand.

“We’ll make it work.” And Mingi is overcome with the feeling that Yunho must be right.

“Hyung, Mingi and Yunho are being gross again!”

“Stop yelling Wooyoung!” Seonghwa’s voice shuts the other boy up. Yunho and Mingi break apart their kiss when they see their oldest band member walk in from the kitchen.

“Okay, who did I tell to get groceries and who forgot to get them?” Hongjoong, who’s sitting on the floor, raises his hand slowly, and Seonghwa hits him on the head, “Great. You can pay for dinner since I don’t have anything to cook with.” The captain groans as the younger members cheer. Most of the members go to their rooms to get ready to leave, but Yunho and Mingi stay at their spot.

“Are you guys coming?” Yeosang questions them with a knowing smile.

“We’re good.” Mingi responds, feeling Yunho caress his thigh.

“Don’t defile our couch.” San comments as he walks into the room, Jongho trailing behind him.

“Not everyone is like you Hyung.” The maknae snarks, pretending to shiver.

“Just go.” Yunho laughs, a faint hint of blush on his cheeks.

“I think we might have a few ramen packets in the cupboard if you get hungry.”

“Thanks Seonghwa Hyung.” Yunho says and waves goodbye to the group as they walk out the door.

The door shuts and Yunho’s smile becomes mischievous and Mingi is barely caught the dangerous glint in his eye before he is pushed and pinned on the couch by Yunho’s hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t want ramen.” The younger teases. Yunho cups the back of his head before kissing him, biting his lower lip and forcing the kiss to be deeper. When Yunho pulls away, he licks his lips. As if savoring Mingi’s taste. Humming, he presses his lips against his partner’s jaw.

“I want you instead.” He harshly presses his mouth to Mingi’s, making the younger squeal.

It’s safe to say they made it work.

#kpop #kpop fanfic #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez yunho #yunho #jeong yunho #mingi #song mingi #ateez mingi #yungi #ateez yungi #yungi fic #mingi fic #yunho fic #mingi fluff #yunho fluff #ateez fluff #kpop fluff #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #yeosang #choi san #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez oneshot #Yunho x Mingi #fluff

[cjsoleil]

Taking My Time On My Ride (Changbin x Reader)

Summary: Neither Changbin or Y/N thought they would meet their soulmates on a roller coaster, but they’re glad they did.

Authors note: This short work is inspired by my friend’s love for Changbin, my fear of roller coasters and that one skz code episode. @bbchangbinnie24

When Wooyoung suggested that Yeonjun and him should go to an amusement park together, Changbin thought nothing of it. Spending time with the two boys is fun. All until Yeonjun pointed towards the biggest roller coaster at the park.

“Yeah let’s go.” Wooyoung agrees enthusiastically and Yeonjun looks to the other with them.

“Will you be okay Changbin?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The two stare at him.

“Oh I don’t know.” Wooyoung shrugs, “Maybe because you get scared.”

“I do not.” He protested, shaking his head. He isn’t scared, he just doesn’t love roller coasters.

“Right.” Yeonjun says, “Let’s get in line then.” Changbin was most definitely not dreading going on the ride.

‘I hate them.’ Y/N thinks as she sits down in the seat in front of her friends. She’s with two other people, and each seat of the roller coaster only fits two people. Unfortunately, she’s the one left alone.

“Sorry Y/N.” The girl doesn’t turn around, but does hold up her middle finger to the two. They only laugh in response. How dare they leave her by herself when she didn’t even want to go on the ride in the first place. More people are loaded onto the ride, and Y/N isn’t surprised when someone is told to sit next to her.

What is surprising is how gorgeous the man who’s sitting next to her is. He has super muscular arms, and a cute soft face to contrast. Really, the best looking person she’s ever been physically close to.

Catching her staring, he smiles at her.

“Hi.” He says and her eyes widen.

“Hi.” Y/N looks away for a few seconds before she starts to speak, “Let me guess, odd one out?”

“Yep.” The man laughs, and gestures to the cart in front of them.

“Me too.” And Y/N changed her mind, she loves her friends for leaving her by herself.

“Just so you know, I’m terrified. So sorry in advance if I scream so loud it deafens you.” The man grins at her.

“I won’t be much better. Why are you here if you're terrified?”

“My friends paid me to not be a coward.”

“Good reason.” The bar that keeps them secure is brought down, signaling the ride will start soon.

Unconsciously, Y/N wraps her arm around the man’s muscular one before realizing what she’s even doing.

“Oh- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He lifts and playfully flexes his arm, “Hold onto me.”

“Really?”

“If it brings you any comfort, go for it.” Y/N smiles and wraps her arm back around the man’s. She feels him flex against her arm.

“I got you.” Before she can respond, the ride starts to move. Both of them grab onto the bar tightly as they start to move across the track.

‘Oh my god oh my god-‘ Y/N repeats in her mind as they start to go up. The part she’s been dreading, a drop. ‘I’m gonna die, die next to a pretty man who I don’t know the name of.’

“My name’s Changbin.” The man next to her shouts, making Y/N jerk her head towards him.

“Fuck I said that outloud!” She exclaims and speaks so fast Changbin just barely made it out, “Hi Changbin, My name is Y/N. Nice to-“ her words are cut off with both their screams as they go off the edge of the tallest part of the ride. She almost doesn’t register the feeling of Changbin’s arm tightening around her own.

“I hate this!” He yells next to her as the ride slows down slightly, “I hate this!” She turns to look at him and sees a few tears streaming down his face. If she was less petrified, it would have been funny to see such a strong guy cry because of a rollercoaster.

“Oh you’re crying.” She tells him, gasping for air.

“You are too.” The ride starts to speed up again and they both scream, “I can’t do this!”

When the ride is finally over, the two are quick to get out and onto the ground again. Both have seemingly forgotten about the existence of their friends.

“That was horrible.” Y/N pants out, looking at Changbin. He’s shorter than she thought he would be. ‘Cute’ she thinks as she wipes the tears off her face.

“Wasn’t even scary.” Changbin comments as he wipes his own.

“Oh yeah, you were really stoic out there. With the screaming and crying.” She gestures to her arm, “I think you squeezed me so tightly I bruised.”

“I’m sorry-“

“No no, I’m just kidding.” Y/N looks away from him for a second, blood rushing to her face, “Thank you, for letting me know hold onto you. And keeping me company.” The man smiles sweetly and hesitantly lifts his hand. When he sees Y/N nod slightly, he pats her hair down, fixing it.

“No problem.” Changbin smiles, “You’re pretty too.”

“What?” Y/N feels her face get warmer, to the tips of her ears.

“On the ride, you said I was pretty. You’re very pretty too.” He says bashfully, looking over to the side and seeing Yeonjun and Wooyoung staring at him.

“I should probably-“ “Do you want to-“ They start at the same time before stopping.

“You go first.” Changbin insists.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to get, um, ice cream or something with me? But you go with your friends.” The man hums.

“You said you're here with your friends too. They won’t mind me stealing you away?” The girl looks to her friends, seeing them staring at her and making shooing motions.

“…Trust me. Me being with a guy is probably the most entertaining thing that’s happened all month for them.” She looks back at Changbin, “Will yours?”

“Please. They’d be mad if I didn’t go with a pretty girl.” He winks, “You said ice cream?”

“Ah yes. The way to a man’s heart is the stomach. We can go on a ride that’s more our speed too. Carousel?”

“Sure. You want to hold my arm again?” He teases, and she’d be lying if she said no.

“Maybe later.”

Exactly three years later, the two find themselves at the same park. On the same ride where they met, waiting to move.

“Are you going to cry again, Binnie?”

“That never happened. I can distinctly remember you sobbing and hugging my arm like a stuffed animal though.” Y/N flicks his cheek and kisses it after he whines.

“Liar.” The bar is brought down and Y/N taps her fingers on it.

“We haven’t been here in a while. Think it will be less horrible.” Changbin nods, grabbing her hand.

“Yeah. We have grown and this ride will not scare us. Not that it was scary the first time.”

“Oh okay tough guy.” Y/N laughs and lets go of his hand, “You’ll let me hold onto you?”

“Anytime babe.”

“Oh my god no!” Y/N screams as they speed up.

“It’s worse, how is it worse!” Changbin yells.

“Bin if i die know i love you!”

“I love you too!” It isn’t until the ride slows for the cart to go up. Changbin takes a deep breath in before saying,

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Changbin gulps and she looks to see the tears in his eyes.

“I knew you would cry-“

“Will you marry me?” Y/N eyes widen.

“What-“ They go over the edge, and they both scream out.

“What!”

“Marry me Y/N!” Changbin yells again as they speed up, “Be my wife!”

“Yes!” Y/N cries out right before the ride slows down. In a minute the get off and on the ground Changbin kisses her harshly before pulling away and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Seriously? You’ll marry me?”

“Of course I will. I love you more than anything. ” Y/N hugs Changbin close.

“I love you too. I’m so happy.” He cups her face, wiping the tears on her face, “Sorry, it wasn’t that romantic. I didn’t plan on proposing like that. I was going to do it at home, at the end of the day. But I guess I couldn’t wait”

“Wasn’t romantic?” Y/N repeats tilting her head, “We met on this ride years ago today. It’s where our relationship started. Sounds romantic to me. Not traditional, sure, but I like being unique.” Y/N leans forward and kisses the man’s lips softly, then his slightly damp cheek.

“Tears of happiness right?” Changbin scoffs.

“Why else would I be crying?” Y/N laughs, and pats his face lovingly.

“No other reason. Let’s go home, celebrate our engagement.“ She feels giddy just saying the word.

“Actually I kind of want to go on the ride again.” He jokes, but doesn’t laugh when he sees the expression Y/N is making.

“Really?” She leans in, whispering in Changbin’s ear, “Because I know a ride I would rather go on.” She taps her index finger against his bottom lip, and it makes his heart beat even faster than it was on the actual roller coaster.”

“Let’s go!” Changbin exclaims and Y/N grabs his arm so he can pull his fiancé along.

“Should we get married here too?” He teases, and his laugh could probably be heard from across the country when she frantically shakes her head.

“God no.”

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids #seo changbin #changbin #changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x y/n #non idol au #changbin fluff #seo changbin fluff #first meeting #stray kids fic

[cjsoleil]

Masterlist

Ateez:

Got lovesick all over my bed (Seonghwa x Hongjoong) MDNI

My performance for you has no end (San x Wooyoung). MDNI

We can tiptoe to the moon (Yunho x Mingi) Fluff

Stray Kids:

My love that I’m giving you don’t buy, so I hide (Han x Minho). MDNI

Fallen like stars and raindrops (Seungmin x reader). Fluff (slight smut)

Taking my time on my ride (Changbin x reader) Fluff

I’m happy to take requests, but nothing very weird. If you think it’s weird it probably is. I like writing cute stuff, but I’m okay with most things. No promises that I can write them, but I will try my best to. I only write for Ateez and Stray Kids.

[cjsoleil]

Fallen Like Stars and Raindrops (Seungmin x Reader)

Summary: Seungmin is the baseball star at their university and his girlfriend loves him more than anything, even though she doesn’t like the sport.

Warnings: Smut

Authors note: So I wrote this just because there are a lot of works that perceive Seungmin as more mean, which is fine, but I wanted to write him being soft and sweet with a lot of fluff. Enjoy.

Baseball is one of the most boring sports in the world. Well, for Y/N, all sports are boring, but especially baseball. When she tells people this, they always ask the same question.

“How could you say that?”

Their shock is understandable, she is dating the star baseball player at their university. Y/N responds with,

“Watching baseball is boring. Watching Seungmin play baseball is not. It’s an entirely different thing.” It doesn’t make much sense, but watching Seungmin play baseball is really just watching him do something he loves. If Seungmin loved to watch paint dry, Y/N would be right beside him, enjoying herself as the glisten of the walls disappeared.

Despite not loving the sport, Y/N loves going to all of Seungmin’s games. Loves how happy he is, loves the way he looks for his girl in the crowd, clad in his old jersey that is too big for her with his number 07 on the back. Seungmin grins at her and she rolls her eyes with a smile. Seungmin always looks for her after a good pitch or when he returns to home base. Like a dog looking to his owner for praise. Y/N holds up her camera, taking a picture before blowing a kiss and waving him off.

At the end of the game and after Seungmin finishes changing, he runs back out to meet up with Y/N. He will either hug her quickly, since neither of them love public affection, and tell her that he and the team are going out to celebrate their win. He’ll invite her to come and maybe she will, depending on her mood. Or he will choose to ditch the team to hang out with her instead, not that they mind. Today it’s the latter.

“Next time you drive.” Y/N comments from behind the wheel of her car, “You only learn by practicing, baby.” She’s been teaching Seungmin to drive. He hates driving, but she insists it’s a necessary skill. Her hand lays on top of Seungmin’s on the stick shift. It’s for muscle memory she tells him, when they both know she really just wants to hold his hand.

“So you had a good game? I saw you won.” Seungmin nods.

“Yeah.” He shifts in his seat, “I kind of wish it lasted longer.”

“Still full of energy?” He hums in agreement. Seungmin is a person who is very calm, but can be very restless at times. Y/N taps her fingers on the wheel a few times as an idea pops into her head.

“I know a way to help you with that.”

Y/N is not athletic. She does not play sports, she doesn’t like sports. Despite this, she finds herself in this situation a lot.

“Come here, pretty lady.” Seungmin smiles and gestures for his girlfriend to come to him with his hand. When she gets close enough, he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. They’re at an empty park, throwing around a baseball. It was Y/N’s idea, Seungmin loves playing with her. She knows because she asked him a while back,

“Baby, you’re my favourite person to play with.”

“What a sweetheart, but you don’t have to lie.” He smacked the back of her head very lightly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

Y/N will always let Seungmin teach her how to throw or to use a bat for the hundredth time. It makes him happy, never frustrated or even annoyed no matter how many times he needs to show her how to do something.

Seungmin places a firm kiss on her cheek.

“Like this.” He uses his foot to move her legs apart slightly and puts her into a good throwing position, “You’re getting better, but you need more power to your throws.” He holds her hand with the ball and imitates the motion of throwing it multiple times.

“You don’t need to make excuses to get your hands on me Min.” She teases, tilting her head up to look at him. He rolls his eyes and pulls away, rustling Y/N’s hair before putting his baseball hat on her head. When he’s far enough away, she throws the ball the same way a pitcher would, a really bad pitcher, and he catches it easily.

“That was good right?” Y/N asks as she goes up to him and he shrugs.

“Good for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Generally you're pretty bad-“ Y/N dramatically gasps, cutting him off.

“Ouch. Feels like you stabbed me in the heart Kim Seungmin.” He frowns at her bad acting. They stay at the park until a few drops of rain start to fall, “Looks like it might storm.” Y/N comments, looking at the gray clouds in the sky. She’s happy it didn’t start to rain until after Seungmin’s game, he hates it when they’re canceled, “Let’s go home. Don’t want you to smell like a wet dog.” She failed to dodge the baseball he threw at her.

“Abuse.”

“Idiot.”

Y/N taps her fingers on the steering wheel, listening to Seungmin as he starts to sing along softly to the song. It’s heavy downpour coming down, they’re lucky it didn’t start until after his game. Seungmin’s also lucky, since he got out of driving for the day.

“If baseball doesn’t work out, you could always become an idol.” Y/N tells him after a few minutes, making him laugh, “I’m serious Minnie. Beautiful voice with a face to match. Any company would be lucky to have you.”

“Stop it.” He blushes, looking out the window.

“We wouldn’t be able to be together publicly though. At least not until you went solo. I guess the forbidden, secret romance could be fun at first. But I’d miss you too much. I’d probably have to become a manager just so I could follow you around. Maybe a stylist, I’d make you look so cute, not that you don’t already but-” Seungmin listens as she goes on about the fake scenario.

“Maybe in another life.” He tells her, and seeing they stopped at a red light, he lifts her hand and kisses her palm.

“You think we would still be together?”

“We would.” He answers like it’s obvious, “In whatever fictional or hypothetical lives you make up for us, I love you in every one.” He pauses, before continuing, “If I were to be stuck in a world without you in it, I think I would rather not be there at all.”

“For someone who doesn’t believe in fate, you sure talk like you do.”

“You’re my universe, of course I am with you in every one. ”

The girl shakes her head and pats Seungmin’s hand,

“Shut up before I crash the car.”

Their apartment is small, but it’s enough for the two of them. They used to live on residence, but decided to move in together before the start of third year. They each have their own bedrooms, but Seungmin is the one with a bigger bed. His room is less cluttered as well. On his bed, Y/N lays on her back with Seungmin resting between her legs, head on her stomach. She scrolls on her phone with one hand, running the other one through Seungmin’s fluffy black hair.

“Your stomach is loud.” He tells her, and Y/N pulls his hair in response but doesn’t do anything more. He pulls up her, really his jersey, kisses the bare skin of her stomach.

Y/N reached over to place her phone on the bedside table, knowing where this will lead.

“I won my game today.” He kisses her hip bone, biting softly.

“I know, and I’m proud.” Moving up, he faces Y/N and kisses her for a few seconds before pulling back, smiling against her lips.

“Don’t you think I deserve a prize?” He whispers against her lips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Calling me a prize?” She grins, watching as Seungmin blushes, “You know how to charm me, Min.” Laughing softly, she cups his face,

“Whatever you want, baby.”

She can hear Seungmin inhale sharply, and it’s endearing how flustered he still gets with her. Taking off his sweater first, he reveals his lean torso.

“My eyes are up here.” He teases when he sees Y/N’s stare. She grabs the hem of the jersey she’s wearing, but her hands are pulled away before she can take it off,

“Leave it on.”

“Possessive.” Seungmin can’t defend himself because it’s true. He likes having his girl to herself, and he gets a little jealous when he sees her with her teammates at times, even though he will never admit it.

The athlete moves back to his original position, arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist as he kisses and nips along her stomach. When he eventually gets frustrated with the barriers between them, he stands up. In just a few seconds Seungmin is left in only his boxers, Y/N in only a jersey. When he’s back on top of her, he kisses along her neck, leaving a few marks as he moves along. Licking a stripe up her jaw before kissing her lips even after they turn bright red.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, more to himself than to Y/N, “My pretty girl.” Bringing his hands behind her back, he traces the number on the jersey as he has so many times before. It’s long enough to almost reach the girl’s knees, giving a false sense of modesty.

“I love it when you wear my jersey.”

“I like-“ Her breath hitches, feeling Seungmin’s hands wander further down, blunt nails scratching lightly against her lower back, “Like it when you wear them too.” Seungmin smiles as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ignoring the fluttering feeling he gets in his stomach from a simple compliment.

Seungmin sits up and moves off of the girl, resting his back against the headboard. Y/N follows him, sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and his hands find their place on her waist. He can’t see it, but he can feel her dampening his boxers, making him moan and rest his head on the girl’s shoulder.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, and it’s almost funny to hear him swear since he doesn’t do so often. His right hand moves down her waist with a feather-like touch until he reaches the intimate spot between Y/N’s legs.

“Minnie-“

“You’re so hot.” Seungmin interrupts, and Y/N can’t tell if he is referring to the way she looks or the actual heat that’s coming from her skin. Probably both.

He’s gentle as he coats a finger in Y/N’s wetness, as he pushes it inside her hole and swallows every sound she makes. He adds another, scissoring his fingers to stretch her out.

“Seungmin.” She pants out, digging her nails into the man’s shoulders when he just grazed that spot inside her, “Min, love, please I’m-“

“Wait.” He adds another finger. moans when he feels her tightening around them,

“Just wait, baby. Just a second.” His fingers slips out of her and he grabs her hips to lift her up slightly. With Y/N’s aid and some awkward shifting, Seungmin manages to remove his last piece of clothing.

“Lay down.” He tells her, pushing her slightly. Once she’s on her back, Seungmin leans over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, putting it on before he moves back between her legs. With a steady hold on himself, he slowly pushes into Y/N. They moan in unison as he does.

“Tell me when you’re ready, pretty.” After a minute, Y/N taps his back.

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t lie.” Nodding, Seungmin plants his forearms on each side of Y/N’s head and moves his hips slowly.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed as Seungmin starts to build a slow rhythm.

“Love you.” He whispers against her neck, kissing the skin there right after.

“Min, faster?” She asks even though she knows what his answer will probably be.

“No.” He pants softly, mouthing at her jaw before kissing her earlobe, “No just- let me go slow.” He grabs one of her hands, intertwining their fingers he repeats,

“Let’s go slow baby.” Y/N whimpers as he hits that special spot head on, but still smiles softly.

Sometimes Seungmin is the opposite of this, fast and almost desperate with his movements. Or he will act as if he has all the time in the world, going painstakingly slow just to be a tease.

Right now though, it’s him being sentimental. Trying to convey the love he has for his girl with every movement of his hips, touch of his fingers and graze of his lips.

Y/N feels a warmth cover the side of her face, thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Look at me.” It’s easier said than done, but she manages to open her eyes to admire the sight above her. Seungmin’s hair sticks to his forehead, skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat.

“Good girl.” He whispers and Y/N runs her fingers over Seungmin’s chest and stomach making him shiver slightly. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling the athlete closer so they’re chest to chest. It really only takes a few more minutes for Seungmin to start to lose his restraint. Despite his previous words, he starts to move faster, practically knocking the breath out of Y/N when he does.

“Seungmin I’m-“ she’s cut off as his mouth covers her’s. Both their lips must be swollen by now and it hurts when Seungmin softly bites her lower one. After pulling away, he shoves his face in Y/N’s neck, bringing one hand down to rub at her clit.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries while throwing her head back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, “Min!” She feels his hand grab hers, intertwining their fingers. He gasps her name and goes a little harder, squeezing her hand.

“Come, please.” He tells her, lifting his head from her neck, “So pretty when you come.” Seungmin slurs out his words and rubs her more harshly, making Y/N jerk her hips and dig her nails into Seungmin’s hand as she falls over the edge, vision going blurry.

With a few quick thrusts, Seungmin finishes with a quiet whimper. He allows himself to rest on top of Y/N, kissing her neck and up her jaw softly. Y/N runs a hand through his hair, before lifting his chin and bringing his lips to hers. After a few moments, having slightly caught his breath, Seungmin pulls out and throws out the condom before falling on his back beside his girl. The two pant whilst staring at the ceiling.

“How are you?” Seungmin asks Y/N, shifting and wrapping his arm around her waist, “Need anything? Want something?” She moves a little, resting her head on his chest and giving him a quick kiss there.

“I’m fine.” Her voice is almost covered because of the rain pelting the windows. She’s lying, she actually is pretty hungry, just unwilling to move. Seungmin runs a hand through her hair just like how she did to him earlier. As he expected, Y/N’s breaths start to steady, indicating that she is almost asleep. He pulls her a little closer to his chest, bending his neck down to peck her shoulder.

“Goodnight my love.” Seungmin whispers before closing his eyes, allowing the sound of rain hitting the window along with the warmth his girl is giving him to lull him to sleep.

“Night Minnie.”

#kpop #kpop fanfic #stray kids fic #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin smut #seungmin fluff #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #x reader #fem reader #kpop fluff #stray kids fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids oneshot #seungmin oneshot #baseball #baseball player seungmin

[cjsoleil]

My Love That I’m Giving You Don’t Buy, So I Hide (Lee Know x Han)

Summary:

Han and Minho have been working together at the same accounting firm for a while now, and for some reason, Minho simply doesn’t like Han. At least that’s what he thinks. After a drunken night, Minho makes his true feelings clear at the office.

Warnings: Smut (MDNI)

The sounds of typing on a keyboard is somehow soothing, despite how when Jisung first started working, he found it more annoying than his friends. Which is saying something. He guesses it’s because the sound is a constant in his life and he has grown used to it. Sometimes he likes to make a little beat to the clicking sound in his head, bouncing his leg to it. Melodies can be found in anything, he suppose.

“Hyung, stop daydreaming.” Jisung looks up to see Seungmin’s fluffy brown hair peaking over the desks divider. He finds it somewhat creepy how the younger doesn’t even have to look at him to know that he’s not doing any work. No shock though, Seungmin loves proficiency despite just being an intern, still in school.

“I’m on my break.”

“Liar.”

“Shush. Listen to your elder and do your own work.” Seungmin shrugs.

“Guess I won’t tell you what I heard.”

Han slowly pushes out his chair in an almost comical way, tilting his head towards the puppy like intern.

“What is it?” He leans in close, whispering,

“Is it about Minyoung? She’s really dating someone over ten years younger-“

“Not that kind of gossip.” Seungmin interrupts, shaking his head,

“You know how Heejin is moving to Japan. Her husband was offered some job out there.” Han instantly smiles at the old news. It’s not that he doesn’t like the woman, she’s very kind, but Heejin resigning gives him a chance at getting a promotion. They work at a accounting firm. Big enough that they have plenty of clientele, some even being famous. Small enough so that the workers are cared about and not just numbers in the business.

“I overheard a couple of the managers say it’s between you and Minho, congrats.” Han sighs, wheeling back to his desk, “C’mon hyung. It’s not that bad.”

“Minho hates me Seungminnie! I haven’t even done anything to him.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He just wants to fuck you.”

“Seungmin!” Han whispers shouts, “Shut up. And you know that’s not true.” He’s pretty sure Minho isn’t interested in men.

“Even if he did hate you, who cares?” Seungmin attempts to comfort the elder, “Minho is just so… intimidating. I don’t want to be on his bad side more than I already am.”

Minho is the textbook definition of perfection. He is a hard worker who puts good use out of his full potential, he is smart and teaches the interns well. The man appears to be mean to the bone, but the pictures of his cats that he leaves on his desk shows otherwise. He is respectful and, in all truth, so hot. And Han is not saying that because he happens to find Minho attractive. Everyone acknowledges that he’s hot, even Seungmin said so once.

He transferred to this firm just a couple months ago and for a reason that Han does not know, Minho does not like him. He doesn’t fully disrespect him or anything, but whenever they talk, it almost feels like he’s being degraded in a way. Minho sometimes acts as if he’s uncomfortable being around Han too. Han doesn’t even know what he did! He would apologize if he knew that he said or did something to make the man uncomfortable.

“If you’re that concerned, confront him about it.” Jisung blankly stares at him before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny thinking my anxiety would let me do that.” Seungmin hums and Han tries to change the conversation,

“Are you coming to the bar next week?” The younger stares at him like he just said something so idiotic,

“I’m getting paid to drink. Of course.” Their work holds events like these all the time. Team bonding or whatever excuse they use. Everyone gets paid to go to a bar, eat and get drunk.

“Are you finally going to bring your man?” A new voice enters, and Seungmin rolls his eyes at the sound as Han smiles.

“I’m not going to if you pester me, Changbin hyung.” The muscular man leans against the corner of Han’s and Seungmin’s desks.

“C’mon Minnie.” Jisung starts with a teasing tone, “Stop hiding him from us, we’ve known you what? Two years?”

“Letting you guys meet Jeongin would end with me being embarrassed.” Seungmin replies, looking at a file on his desk, “Focus on getting your own boyfriend.” Han fakes the action of getting stabbed in the heart.

“Oh yeah.” Changbin looks at the other, “How’s the dating scene going?” Jisung shrugs, unproductive is what the answer is.

“I just…” he clicks his tongue, looking off to the side. It’s a mistake, he makes direct eye contact with Minho who’s at his own desk. To Han’s surprise, he doesn’t look away, he just stares deep into Jisung’s soul without a mere shimmer of emotion that he can detect. The younger can’t even move, almost as if Medusa had turned him to stone, forever keeping him locked in the trance of Minho’s eyes.

That is until Minho cocks his eyebrow at him, and Jisung cowardly looks away back down on his desk.

“I guess I haven’t found the right person.” Changbin and Seungmin, who had just watched in amusement as Jisung was a deer in headlights for their coworker, share a knowing look.

“The one will come along Sungie.” Changbin reassures, wearing a soft smile.

“Yeah.” The youngest adds with a fond look in his eyes, thinking of his own love, “They’re always closer than you think.” Jisung nods his head with a grin, somewhat forced.

“Yeah yeah. Now go get to work before Chan catches you.” At the mention of the elder’s name, Changbin walks the short distance back to his own desk, waving back at the younger two. Seungmin looks back down at his file and Jisung does the same. After a few minutes, just for a second, he looks up towards Minho’s desk to see him typing on his computer, completely focused on his task. The accountant sighs before turning to his own work.

Han sits at a table along with Changbin and a few other coworkers in a bar. Seungmin was sitting with them as well, but he got dragged over by other departments to do shots with them. He probably got drunk within the first hour.

“Hey guys.” Jeongin greets when he comes over, with a clearly intoxicated Seungmin on his arm. Jeongin came with Seungmin like his coworkers requested, they all find him lovely, “We’re going to head out now. Just wanted to say goodbye, right Minnie.” Seungmin giggles and rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder,

“Innie, I didn’t tell you about one of my clients. He’s a giant-“ he emphasizes the last word, “deal.” He tilts his head up to loudly whisper in Jeongin’s ear, “It’s the pitcher for lotte giants.” Jisung and Changbin stare wide eyed at Seungmin sharing confidential information. Jeongin pats Seungmin’s hair,

“Didn’t hear anything.” He tells the older two, faking oblivion, “Anyways, nice meeting you all. Take care.”

“Noo..”

“We’re going sweetheart.”

“Okay, bye~” The two boys leave and a number of people follow soon after.

Jisung takes a look around the room, but his eyes linger at the bar where Minho sits. His back is facing him so Jisung doesn’t have to be worried about him catching his stare, but at the same time he wishes to see the man’s face. Changbin’s voice forces him to look away.

“Talk to him.” The elder tells him, way too loudly. Changbin is a loud man, only more so when he’s drunk. Jisung shakes his head no, as if he’s a child and Changbin whines like one. “Don’t be a coward!” He pesters the younger man until he finally agrees, downing his drink in one go before walking to the bar. Maybe stumbling is a better word, because Han is drunk out of his mind. Drunk enough to loose his balance and sense of embarrassment. It explains how he has no shame going up to Minho.

“Hey!” Jisung exclaims, sitting next to the other. Minho’s eyes widen for a second, not expecting to have this visiter, but he soon has to conceal a smile.

“Yes?” He asks, paying the younger barely any mind. Han didn’t really have any clue on what he was going to say, so he just repeats the greeting before asking the bartender for another drink.

“Are you sure you should be drinking more?” Minho questions, making Han cutely pout in anger.

“You’re not my boss.” He responds, then after taking a moment to think, “If you get Minyoung’s job, than you are, but not right now.” Minho hums, really the position isn’t exactly boss, but it certainly is higher than their current position so he doesn’t bother to make any correction.

“That’s right, if not, you will be my boss.” He finally turns to look at the younger accountant, expressionless,

“What a smart boy you are, hm?”

Blood floods to Jisung’s face and neck and he unconsciously let out a barely noticeable whimper. If he was in the right mind, he would have been insulted. It’s condescending, but Han’s intoxicated mind finds the words only make him feel good.

“I-I am?“ he stutters for a few seconds before finishing his drink.

“Yes, so smart.” Minho repeats, “So you know that’s your last drink.” Han puts the glass down and nods, because he is smart. He knows he’s had enough.

Minho looks around the bar and sees that most of their coworkers have already left. He should be going too. Standing from the stool, Han follows suit. The older man starts to walk towards the door, and the younger only stares until Minho turns around.

“Come on, Jisung.” He wasn’t expecting to be invited to follow, because Minho doesn’t like him, but he obeys and stumbles his way to him. “Damn it, be careful.” Minho says irritably when Jisung nearly fell face first on the concrete the moment they got outside.

“Sorry.” Minho rolls his eyes at his apology and pats his head, making the younger’s eyes widen significantly.

“Don’t apologize, just listen.” Minho wraps an arm around Jisung’s waist, supporting his weight, “I can smell the alcohol on you, how much did you drink?” He shakes his head when Han opens his mouth to answer, “Nevermind, let’s just get you home.” Jisung can only go along as Minho brings them to his car and helps the younger get inside.

“What’s your address, Jisung?” Minho asks, but he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t feel compelled in the slightest to do so. Going home means that Minho would leave, and he’s being so nice to him. He wants to stay with this Minho. Minho who is pretty and kind and caring. He repeats his name again when Han doesn’t answer.

“Don’t wanna go home.” He pouts as if he’s a child, and it’s oh so cute. Minho decides to amuse him.

“Then where would you like to go?” Han leans towards the elder, grabbing his arm before whispering out in the silence of the car,

“With Minho hyungie.”

Minho clenches his hand on the steering wheel. Jisung has never called him that before.

“Ah, but I can’t go home with you. I have cats to feed.” He tried to joke around with the younger, but he just repeats that he wants to be with his hyung, and as strong as Minho is, he is not a god. He can’t resist Jisung’s cute face any more than he can resists the cats.

That’s how they end up like this, with Minho guiding Jisung through the door and helping the younger take off his shoes.

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll get you some water. Do you feel sick?” Han shakes his head before diving onto the couch, stretched out just like one of Minho’s pets. Jisung hums to an unheard melody as he feels a small weight on is back, than another one. And another one. He feels a fur on his skin where his shirt rode up and on his bare neck, but he welcomes the warmth.

Coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, Minho grins at the sight of Han, face down on the couch with Dori on his head, Sonnie between his legs and Donngie laying on his butt. No, Minho is not jealous of his cat.

“Aw, it’s rude to pray on the vulnerable.” He puts down the water on the coffee table and moves Dori off the younger’s head to stop him from suffocating,

“Up up.” He clicks his tongue and helps ease Jisung into a proper sitting position. Han whines as he does so, and Minho sits beside him before he lifts the cup of water to his lips. He pulls the cup away when it’s almost half empty.

“Why…” The drunk man starts, avoiding looking at Minho by petting the cat closest to him, “Why are you being- being so nice to me?” His eyes start to water. He can’t help but be emotional, because he’s confused. Minho doesn’t like being near him, but he’s being so doting. “Taking care of me?”The elder man tilts his head,

“Han.” The younger doesn’t look up, “I wasn’t going to leave you alone in the state you’re currently in.” Jisung brings a hand up to wipe his face, when he feels a tear fall.

“But you hate me.” He whispers, voice cracking. Minho frowns and his jaw clenched. Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to relax before speaking in a soft tone.

“Jisung.” He’s hesitant, but ultimately brushes the younger’s jaw with his fingers, lightly turning his head to face him,“Jisungie.” Han’s breath hitches as he makes eye contact with the elder, “I don’t hate you. I can’t fathom the idea of hating you. You're simply… wonderful.”

Han’s his heart skips a beat and a fluttering feeling comes to his stomach. It’s almost similar to the familiar sensation of anxiety, but it’s different. Instead of rendering Han paralyzed, it pushes him forward. So he leans in and kisses Minho without leaving time for him to move away.

It’s embarrassing, how many times Han has imagined this moment. He truly wasted his time, because nothing in his dreams can compare to the real thing.

Han has his eyes closed, but Minho’s remain open. He allows the other to take control in his state of slight shock, but once he realizes what’s happening, he cups the sides of Han’s face and pushes him away. The younger man whimpers at the distance, and tries to kiss him again, but Minho keeps him still.

“You’re drunk.” Minho says softly, like he’s speaking to an animal, “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He didn’t think Han could get anymore red, he was wrong.

“Hey, let’s go to bed. You’re going to have such a hangover in the morning.” He brings Jisung to his bedroom, because he is a guest and not sleeping on the couch. Minho grabs a pair of sweatpants and a spare shirt.

“Can you change by yourself?” Han nods, fighting the part of his brain that wants Minho to stay. Han changes into the pants but leaves the shirt since he feels like his skin is boiling, and lays on his side on the bed. Eventually he dozed off, but wakes a little when he feels a warmth covering him. Something grazes his cheek and he has just enough sense to reach up and grab what turned out to be a hand.

“Stay.” Han requests with a tired voice, on the verge of falling back to sleep. He lets Minho pulls away, and after a minute, he feels a weight behind him. Jisung shuffles back so his back is against Minho’s chest. He lulls to sleep with the warmth spreading throughout his body and Minho’s arms wrapped around his waist, caging him in and keeping him safe.

When Han wakes up, the only thing he can feel is a pounding pain in his head, a reminder of how much he drank yesterday. After a few minutes, he opens his eyes and thankfully, the lights in the room are off and the curtains are closed. When he sits up fully, a wave of nausea hits him like a bus. Ignoring it, he looks around the room, finding it unfamiliar. On the beside table is a cup of water and two pills. After taking them, he slowly lays back down again, staring at the ceiling as he tries to piece together what the fuck happened last night. He feels the blanket against his bare chest, and quickly lifts up the blanket, sighing in relief when he sees his bottom half covered.

“No.” Jisung suddenly whispers, embarrassment filling him as he remember forcing Minho to take him to his home, spoon him and oh my god-

Han shoved his face in the pillow under his head and groans.

‘I kissed Minho, I’m so stupid, how could I do that?’

“Fuck my life.” A sudden scratching at the door interrupts Jisung’s spiral of mortifying self dread. He gets up, ignoring the prominent pain of his head and opens the door to be greeted by an orange cat.

He smiles, “Hey cutie.” He attempts to crouch down but ends up just falling on his butt. Petting the cat, he recognizes the familiar sound of a shower running. Han frowns, he can’t believe he kissed Minho without his consent. His coworker. Who is probably straight. Jisung doesn’t want to be confronted so he decided not to give Minho the chance.“Sorry, I have to go.” He gives the cat a finally pat on the head before he goes back in the room and changes into his clothes from yesterday before making his way out of the apartment. The only reminisce of him left is a sticky note with the words ‘thank you’ on the fridge.

Han is incredibly grateful that he had two days off after the night at the bar, because he didn’t have to see Minho. It’s cowardly, he knows, maybe even a little mean. He wishes could just have an adult conversation about what happened, but no, he’s going to avoid the elder until one of them quits or retires.

“Han can you bring these over to Minho?” Changbin asks as he puts a file on the younger’s desk. Han knows what he’s doing, his hyung has been pushing for more details on what happened after he left the bar last week. It’s clear to everyone in his department that he’s been avoiding Minho like the plague, so Changbin made it his personal goal to figure out why.

Han turns to Seungmin, “Can you give-“

“Nope.” He answers before Jisung can finish.

“Please-“

“Tell me what’s going on and I will.” Seungmin leans on his desk, lowering his voice, “Did he do anything to you?”

“No no.” he protests before explaining , “He brought me to his home, but we didn’t do… anything.”

“What did you do between that pause in your sentence?” Changbin asks and Jisung whispers, shamefully,

“I kissed him.” Silence overtakes the three for a second, before the eldest turns towards Seungmin.

“Called it.” The younger rolls his eyes, as Jisung gapes at them, “Hannie, it’s so obvious that he likes you.”

“He didn’t kiss me back.”

“Yeah, cause you were drunk.” Seungmin says it like it’s obvious, which it is.

“Go over and kiss him right now, completely sober and aware, he’d love it.”

“Ew.” The youngest comments, “Wait until I’m gone.”

“Nothing is going to happen.” Han insists, “Just forget it.” Both his friends oblige, and stop asking questions.

“Hyung.” Seungmin’s voice grabs his attention, “Can I ask you to do me a favour.” He sighs,

“Sure.”

“Can you take one of my clients, just for today?” Han looks curiously at the younger.

“Why?” Seungmin smiles softly,

“It’s Jeongin’s birthday today. I was hoping to get home early and surprise him.”

“Aww.” Jisung playfully clutches his chest, “So sweet. Of course I will.”

“Really?” Seungmin perks up and Han laughs.

“Yeah really. Go home loverboy.”

While Seungmin is about to leave, he bumped into Changbin, who was totally not listening in on their conversation.

“When is Jeongin’s real birthday?”

“Not till February.”

“Ah.” Changbin nods before holding up the file in his hand, “I’m giving this to Minho. Good plan, by the way.”

“If I have to deal with their sexual tension for any longer I am going to quit.”

“Did you not consider that them getting together could make them worse.”

“… damn it.”

Han huffs as he finally finished up with Seungmin’s work. It was easy, but took quite a bit of time. So now, everyone in the office has left.

Well, everyone besides Minho.

As awkward as being alone with him is for Jisung, he is still grateful for the man’s presence, otherwise he would have to lock up the building. He puts away his stuff before getting up, preparing to leave. As he walked pass Minho’s desk, he feels a hand grab his elbow.

“Han.” Minho’s cold voice rings loud in the empty room.

“What?” Han squeaks as Minho stands.

“What are you-“ he can’t finish his sentence, as Minho grabs his collar, pushes the younger man to him and harshly kissed him. Han’s hands hover in the air as he tries to process what’s happening. Minho’s hands move to cup the back of his head and rest on his lower back. Jisung grasps the front of Minho’s shirt and kisses him back. He moves Jisung so he’s leaning on his desk, the wood digging into Han’s thighs. Finally, Han pushes Minho away, panting as he wipes his mouth of saliva. They stare at each other in silence, as if they aren’t at work and have all the time in the world.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Minho whispers in the quiet room, “I wanted to talk to you properly, but you never gave me the chance. So allow me to do so now.” Minho takes a deep breath in, “You remember me bringing you to my place when you were drunk, right?” Han nods hesitantly, “and you remember what happened?”

“Mostly.” Han mumbles, already knowing where the conversation was leading to, “I’m sorry I left. And for avoiding you, I just-“ he swallows down his anxiety before saying, “I thought you were going to be mad at me.” Smiling softly, Minho cups his face and makes him look at him,

“Clearly you thought wrong.”

“Yeah.” Minho runs his thumb over Han’s lips.

“Why did you think I hated you?” The question has been bugging him all week.

“Oh, real-really I was being dramatic.” Han quickly tries to explain, “It just seemed like you were, I don’t know, uncomfortable around me? Like you were never relaxed with me around.”

“Ah.” Minho blushes and brings his hand to hold Jisung’s, “I’m sorry that’s the impression I gave, but you are all wrong.”

The younger tilts his head cutely, “What do you mean?” Minho sighs, leaning his head back before looking at Han.

“I really like you, Jisungie.” He plants his hands on the desk, caging him in, “I like your voice. Your smile. Your soft face. I love the little pout you do. Just like the one you have now- really everything about you gets me going.” He leans closer, making the two only inches away from each other,

“So you don’t understand how difficult it is for me to refrain from kissing you, from getting closer and closer because I want to be in your space all the time. I didn’t want to be too forward and risk your comfort.” Oddly enough, the first thing that comes to Han’s mind is cursing out Seungmin for being right about Minho’s feelings.

“I’m comfortable with you.” Jisung blurts out, “You can… I want you to kiss me. Do whatever you want.” Minho’s eyes darken and he kisses a spot under Jisung’s ear,

“What I want to do is bend you over this desk.” He kisses Han’s lips, muffling a whimper, “Turn my smart boy into a dumb little mess.” Jisung shivers, wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders.

Minho lifts Jisung onto the desk, kissing him while rubbing his sides, “Would you like that?”

Han’s breath hitched, and he tries to remain somewhat intact. Minho wants him. And he wants Minho too. So bad.

“I would.” Is all he can rasp out as Minho kisses his neck.

“Hm?”

“I want you.” Jisung says louder, breathing in shakily, “I want hyung. Now.” He moans as Minho bites his neck, “But- Minho.” Jisung stutters, “What if someone comes in?” In most settings this question would seem stupid, since it’s around ten at night and nobody is currently in office other than them. In this case, it’s actually a possibility. How their job works is that they can come in at any time, as long as they work a full shift. So they have a few coworkers who like to come in at odd hours.

“Alright.” Minho lifts the younger with a strong grip on his thighs and walks them to an office room, all while placing small kisses on Jisung’s face.

“Open the door baby.” Han nods and reaches behind himself to open the door. Minho kicks it closed behind him before quickly locking it.

The desk has nothing on it, since the office has been unused for a few weeks, so Minho quickly lays Jisung down on the smooth surface. He kisses the younger harshly on his lips, just for a few seconds, before moving to kiss his neck and bite his collar bones. As he relishes the sounds of Jisung’s whimpers, he unbuttons his polo shirt, exposing more skin for him to explore.

“Hyung.” Han moans as Minho pinches his nipples and sucks his chest, leaving marks as he goes along. When Minho reaches the waist band of his pants, he is quick to push them off, along with his shoes and boxers. This leaves Han naked besides the unbuttoned shirt. Minho grabs his thighs and pulls him forward do his legs are hanging off the desk. The elder drops to his knees and starts to kiss up Jisung’s thighs, traveling further until he reaches his hole. Han chokes a sob as Minho dips his tongue inside him.

“Min- Minho I-“ He never finishes what he was about to say, he’s broken down to a moaning mess the second the elder moves and licks along his tip. He jerks his hips, and Minho grabs his waist to keep him still. The action only makes him harder as he realizes how fucking small Jisung is.

“You’re precious.” He coos before placing a sweet kiss on his hole, “Absolutely darling.”

Minho stands up and presses three of his fingers against Jisung’s lips, tapping a few times. The younger instantly opens his mouth and allows Minho to push his fingers in.

“Baby.” Minho groans as Jisung grabbed his wrist to bring him closer, “Look at you. What a good boy.” He shivers from the feeling of Han’s tongue. After a few moments, Minho pulls his hand away and wastes no time to kneel back down and put one finger into Jisung’s hole. The younger cries out and tightens around Minho instantly.

“Hyung!” Minho does not relent and adds another, stretching him out. With that he adds his tongue, dipping inside beside his fingers. Minho is giving him so much, it’s breaking him down, but all Han can think about is the fact he wants more. Jisung reaches up to him and grabs his shoulders, trying to push him away. Minho obliges and moves to look at the younger, pecking Han’s bright pink lips multiple times. “Want you Minho.” Jisung mumbles against his lips, trying to control his own breathing, “Want you so bad.”

Now, Minho considers himself a patient man, but he’s still a man. So how could he ever deny the sweet thing below him. He stands up straight and removes his fingers from Jisung before helping him off the desk. Practically manhandling him, Minho manoeuvres him so he’s facing the desk before placing a hand in between Jisung’s shoulder blades and pushing him down so his chest meets the desk. Kissing up Han’s spine, Minho unzips his pants and presses against Jisung, letting out a moan when he feels his hot skin on his. “Jisung, honey.” Minho starts, kissing Han’s shoulders, “You know I could never hate you.” “Yeah.” He pants, whining slightly. “Good.” The elder grabs harshly onto Han’s hips, fingers digging into his tan skin. He kisses the younger’s ear before whispering,

“Cause I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you.”

With a quick, strong thrust of his hips, he pushes himself into Jisung, immediately moaning when he tightens around him. “Minho! Oh-“ Han shouts. By now, both of them have completely forgotten where they are, only focused on each other. Breathing heavily, Minho rests his head on Han’s back, nuzzling the material of his shirt. Jisung whimpers and tries to grab the man behind him as he starts to move in and out of Jisung’s tight hole, he’s barely has any time to adjust,

“Please- Please please hyungie-“ he begs like it’s the only thing he knows, despite being highly educated. It’s music for Minho, “Please.” He mocks the younger with a whiny voice, “Please what?” He grabs his hair with one hand and uses it to keep his head pinned on the desk. He shifts a bit, using his grip on Jisung to move harder, hitting right on that special spot inside him.

“Fuck!” He sobs. The wood of the desk beneath him is cold against his burning skin, “Minho Minho-“ The elder smiles kissing the boy’s neck. “Yes? What is it?” Jisung doesn’t respond, he can’t find the words to give even the most simplest answer. He can’t help it, Minho is moving erratically, “Hey, where’s my smart boy gone to?” Minho smirks with a sadistic glint to it, and wraps his arms around Han’s waist and chest pulls him up so he’s standing. Jisung groans from the movement, and Minho is still rocking inside of him. “Shit.” His head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closed. “Did I fuck you stupid already? You’re even drooling baby.” Keeping one hand firmly on Jisung’s chest to keep him standing, Minho wipes the saliva that escaped his mouth with his thumb. He runs his thumb over Han’s lips before moving his head to kiss him. He holds the younger’s jaw and licks into his mouth, swallowing his moans. When Minho pulls away, Jisung isn’t even given the chance to complain since Minho is bending him over the desk again, “I’m gonna break you baby.” Minho tells the younger between moans, “Gonna take you apart right here- don’t worry I’ll- I’ll love you right when I take you home. Real slow and sweet.” He moves harder, keeping Jisung pinned down with a hand on the nape of his neck as his other reaches in front of the younger to fist him, making him keen.

“Come- am gonna- Minho comming-“

It only takes a few jerks of his wrist to make Han come over his stomach, moaning out Minho’s name as he jerks against the desk and Minho’s hand. He whimpers and whines when Minho somewhat intentionally overstimulates him as he keeps moving for a few more seconds. When he feels as if he’s about to burst, Minho pulls out of Jisung. He wraps his hand around himself and quickly comes with a soft moan.

Panting, Minho runs his hand through Han’s hair a few times before putting his pants back on properly and helping Jisung stand up. With one hand, he grabs a packet of tissues from his pockets and uses a few to wipe Jisung clean, shushing his whimpers. “Darling boy.” Minho coos in his ear, turning Han around and buttoning his shirt for him. Jisung lifts his arms and wraps them around Minho’s shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. The elder responds quickly, kissing Jisung sweetly as he rubs his sides. When Han pulls away, Minho kisses his cheeks, a few of the marks he left on his neck, and ends with a kiss to Jisung’s temple, “Would this be a good time to ask you out?” Han snorts, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder, “I’d love to.”

Minho walks into an office and leans back against the wall, letting out a short whistle. “Love what you done with the place.” The man at the desk laughs, looking around himself, “Oh yes, thanks to you hyung.” Han responds as he moves a succulent to a different corner on the desk, a plant that Minho got him, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work.” He playfully glares at the other, “I blame you.” “Why?” Minho walks over to the desk, standing across from Han, “Bringing up memories, boss?” Jisung shivers, “Don’t call me that.” He says, ignoring the image in his head of Minho fucking him over the desk that is now his, “Are we going?” “Yeah. Can’t keep Chan waiting.”

The two make their way to Chan’s office, neither bothering to knock since he’s been expecting them. Chan looks up from his computer and smiles when he sees the two, “Didn’t assault anyone, right Minho?” The man in question rolls his eyes at Chan as him and Jisung sit on the chairs across from Chan on the desk.

“Hi Chan hyung.” Chan smiles softly at the younger, he’s always had a soft spot for him, “Jisung. Now seriously, what brings you two here?” Han looks down in his lap, smiling when Minho grabs one of his hand’s and interlocks their fingers. Minho brings their hands up and places a quick kiss on the back of Jisung’s hand.

“Jisung and I are in a relationship.” Minho states bluntly to the head of HR, “We just came to notify you.” Chan nearly rolls his eyes and Minho’s formalness, but he instead laughs softly.

“Congrats guys. You two are good together.” He says, genuinely happy the two have gotten together, “You guys can go though, I just quickly have to put it on file.” Both Han and Minho thank the older man for his time and leave.

Chan pulls out a file from his filing cabinet. “Finally.” He mumbles as he puts the already filled out form on his desk, “It was collecting dust.”

#kpop smut #kpop #kpop fanfic #stray kids #han jisung #lee know #lee minho #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #lee know x han #minho x jisung #minsung #lee know smut #skz #skz smut #skz fanfic #han smut #kim seungmin #seo changbin #yang jeongin #bang chan #member x member #office au

[cjsoleil]

My Performance For You Has No End (San x Wooyoung)

Summary:

San found himself enthralled by the pretty boy who comes into the Starbucks he works at. Even after they start dating, San is still driven insane every time Wooyoung comes in to tease him. One day, he decides to visit Wooyoung at his dance studio to give him the same treatment. He didn’t expect things to escalate so much.

WARNINGS: Smut (MDNI), frottage, blow job

“You know, I had someone order a frap with eleven pumps of caramel syrup today? Eleven, I didn’t even know you could order that.” San complains to Yeosang as he shakes up a strawberry coconut refresher that was mobile ordered. The scent of coffee fills his senses, something he’s more than used to. The elder laughs as he wipes the counter,

“Sky’s the limit.” San pours the drink in a cup and puts on the lid.

“I swear, that much sugar must lessen your lifespan by ten…” he suddenly trails off, staring at the boy who just walked in.

“It’s about that time again.” Jongho mumbles from behind him when San goes to up to the register.

“Hey.” He says with his signature, charming smile that makes everyone waver at least a bit. With the exception of the boy in front of him, unfortunately, “How are you?”

“Good.” The boy smiles at San, a polite smile, “You?”

“Good.” Great, now that you’re here, he thinks.

“How can I help you?” The black haired boy smacks his lips, pulling out his phone. Really, San doesn’t need to ask, he orders the same drink nearly every time he comes in. And he’s always consistant

Does that mean San could probably get away with quickly making his drink in advance? Sure. Will he ever do so? No. That would send him leaving even quicker, and this is the only time he ever gets to see the boy, so he takes avantage and maybe takes a few minutes longer than needed to get his drink.

After taking his order, he steps away and starts to make the drink, all while watching the boy subtly from the corner of his eye. His favourite customer is on the shorter side with short black hair. His face is soft and smooth and he wears small silver hoop earrings. His smile seems to shine and he always looks at San with such kind eyes. He can tell the boy has a mischievous persona of sorts as well.

San will admit it, he does find the boy attractive, but who wouldn’t?

San barely registers the process of making the drink, and much to soon he is handing it to the pretty boy. But he did remember to go out of his way to draw a little cat on the cup with a black sharpie, along with a few stars.

“Thank you.” He gives San a soft smile, and it hurts the red head how he is so oblivious to how that smile makes him feel.

“You’re welcome.”

The second the boy is out the door Yeosang starts laughing.

“Stop it hyung.” San whines and that only makes him laugh more.

“You’re getting worse hyung, now you’re flexing your muscles as you shake drinks.”

“I did not.” He protests against Jongho’s claim.

“Why don’t you ask him out and stop pinning over him?”

“Because.” San dramatically pretends to hit his head on the counter.

“He’s clearly uninterested in me, and if I ask him out then he won’t come by here anymore.” San stands straight with a little pout, “He probably also has a partner. How could he not?”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” The elder tells him, patting his shoulder, “And don’t dirty the counter i just cleaned.”

“He’s right.” The youngest agrees, “You’re not completely repulsing, and you’re still single.”

San knows he’s attractive. Fuck, San prides himself in being hot as hell. But something about the object of his attraction makes him forget all that. He makes him feel… he doesn’t know. Nervous maybe?

“Is that supposed to help me?” San sighs before clapping his hands together, “You know what? Yeah, next time he comes in here I’m asking him out.”

“You said that last week.”

“I’m sincere this time.”

“Said that last week too.”

The next day, San scrolls on his phone though it’s not his break. It’s not like anyone cares. He only looks up when he hears the familiar sound of the front door opening, footsteps patting in. He didn’t expect to be greeted with the welcome sight of his favourite customer. He’s never came in while San works his Sunday shift. It’s almost rude, doesn’t the boy know San needs time to prepare himself mentally before he comes in? Of course he doesn’t. He’s just the barista.

“Hey San.” Wooyoung says when he gets to the counter, the simple action of his name coming out of the boy’s pink lips is enough to cause San’s blood pressure to raise. Wooyoung’s eyes didn’t even flutter down to his name tag, keeping eye contact.

“Hey.” San replies, smiling a smile that is way too bright to be considered a classic customer service smile, “You’re an odd sight to see today.” Wooyoung’s nose scrunches up in confusion and he tilts his head. So cute.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh shit, no.” San curses as he realizes how rude he just sounded, “I mean, you don’t usually come in on Sunday’s, normally just tomorrow and Thursday. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t want to see you, I like seeing you-“ based off Wooyoung’s laugh, San has most definitely said to much. The embarrassment is worth it though, because he made him laugh.

“I like seeing you too.” Wooyoung smiles, “Don’t tell your coworkers but you’re my favourite.” He says with a little wink at the end, making San grin.

“So what can I get you?”

“Ah, can I have a Mocha Frap please?” San inputs the order, albeit slightly confused by how much Wooyoung strayed away from his usual order. After the younger pays, San makes his drink, drawing a simple rabbit along with a few flowers on the cup before filling it and ensuring to put of the whip cream on evenly with a light chocolate drizzle.

“Thank you.” Wooyoung says when he’s given his drink. San must say this selfishly, but he doesn’t was the pretty boy to leave just yet.

“What brought you here today?” He asks to stall the boy from his departure.

“I come here on my way back from the dance studio around here.” San nods, knowing what place he’s referring to. He has friends who go there,

“I just went in there earlier to get some extra practice for a performance I have coming up.”

“Oh that’s nice.” San says, a bit awkward, “How long have you been dancing… for?” San unintentionally pauses during his sentence, as Wooyoung runs his right index finger on the lid of his drink, getting the extra whip cream on his finger. He brings it to his mouth with a hum, sucking his finger a bit and running his tongue around it, collecting the cream before taking it out of his mouth. His tongue slightly drags against his finger as he brings it away from between his lips, just flashing San for a second.

Fuck fuck fuck

It’s all San can think. He doesn’t know if Wooyoung is even doing this intentionally, a simple action making San almost loose his mind, blood rushing not only to his face but further down. He wants to lick off the the small speck of cream that remains on Wooyoung’s upper lip. Wants to kiss them until he’s bruised.

‘Get a hold of yourself.’ San tells himself, trying to force himself to calm down and to stop acting like a pervert, because that shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. Based on the smirk Wooyoung wears, he’s enjoying San’s dread.

‘What a brat.’

“A long time.” Wooyoung answers, snickering from the expression San is making.

Fuck it, San is not going to give him the chance to slip away.

“Go out with me.” He bluntly asks, instantly feeling blood rush to his face in embarrassment.

“Sorry I-“

“Took you long enough.” Wooyoung’s smiling, a lovely smile that San has been dreaming of seeing. Not a strictly out of politeness one, a genuine one.

“You knew I liked you?”

“Well, do you draw cute little doodles for all your customers?” To be honest, Wooyoung didn’t originally have much interest in the barista. Sure, he acknowledged the fact that he’s attractive, but other than that he didn’t really care. But as time progressed, he soon became infatuated with the red head. So much so, that now Wooyoung has a collection of plastic cups with drawings on them.

Well, San is happy that got his point across. Though he wishes Wooyoung would have made the first move instead of letting San embarrass himself.

“Only the ones I really like.” He answers, and he looks into Wooyoung’s eyes that are filled with mischief and care.

“I-“ San quickly grabs a black sharpie from his apron pocket and asks to take Wooyoung’s cup, which he allows. San writes his number on it then hands it back.

“Here.” Wooyoung laughs, probably at the fact he didn’t just ask to put it in his phone like anyone else would. San isn’t really thinking about that at the moment though, riding the high of this impulse action is working in his benefit.

“I’ll talk to you later then, hyung” Wooyoung tells him before leaving, waving slightly. San sighs with a smile.

“Yeah, later.”

One day at work, San was dealing with a little bit of a rush hour.

“Order for Chan.” He calls out as he brought two drinks to the counter. He read the next order and seeing the name momentarily lifts his stress away. Looking beyond the counter, San finds Wooyoung in just a few seconds, but he’s not alone like usual. With him is a really tall guy he doesn’t know and Seonghwa. Funny thing, San never knew that Seonghwa and Wooyoung were friends.

After catching Wooyoung’s eye, he looks away with a smile and towards the tall man with him. The onyx haired boy leans up on his toes and kisses the others cheek for a few seconds.

Now Wooyoung and San are dating, yes. They’ve been going out for quite some time now. Wooyoung still comes in on his usual days, but also squeezes in extra visits to see San while he’s working. It’s been great. So the undeniable feeling of jealousy and slight possession is completely justified in his opinion.

“Hyung.” Jongho’s voice brings his attention and he looks at the younger who is whisper shouting to him, “Do your job.” San nods, remembering where he is and starts doing something productive. Yeosang sneaks up beside him.

“What’s with that look?”

“I don’t have a look.” San responds, focused on making a drink.

“You’re mad.” Yeosang states, “Is it because of Wooyoung?” San doesn’t bother to answer, knowing that the elder already knows that’s exactly it. He’s not actually mad at him, but maybe more.. irked.

“He’s teasing you hyung, he does it every time he comes in here.” Jongho comments as he walks by.

“No he…” Memories flash through San’s head, Wooyoung licking the whip cream off his finger the day he asked him out, him unnecessarily bending over tables to talk to his friends, leaning over the counter to press fleeting kisses to the corner of San’s mouth and now today, intentionally being overly affectionate with his friends.

“Yeah he’s a brat.” San admits.

“You don’t find it annoying right?” Yeosang questions, with a twinge of concern in his voice.

“Of course I don’t.” San says truthfully, “What is annoying is that he keeps turning me on at work.” Jongho, who sadly happened to cross by at that exact moment, considers resigning.

“Hyung, can you please talk about your frustrations literally anywhere im not present.” The youngest sighs, “I’m going to report you two.” The two still actually do get back to work, knowing Jongho probably would out of spite.

“Just do the same to him.” Yeosang whispers to San as me makes his drink.

“Do what?”

“You know.” San thinks about for a second before a light in his head turns on, the gears turning as he plots a little something.

When he serves Wooyoung, he gives no reaction to make it look like the teasing had no impact on him, which is more difficult than it sounds. He hands him his drink and allows Wooyoung to press a kiss to his cheek, like he did with his friend before pulling away.

“I’ll call you later baby.” Is all San has to say to him before going to the cash, leaving Wooyoung with a little pout Yunho and Seonghwa pick fun at him for.

Wooyoung dances along to the music playing from his speaker. His body flows in perfectly choreographed movements, the time he invested into his work coming through. Yunho and other people from his dance class are with him.

He doesn’t hear the door of the studio open over the music playing. When he focuses on the mirror, he sees San standing by the door, making him stop his movements for a split second. San smiles seeing he’s been caught, and makes a little gesture with his hand to signal the younger to continue. After a second Wooyoung continues, and San stays watching while leaning against the wall.

After two minutes the song is done, and Wooyoung lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat of his face, intentionally flashing his abs to his red haired boyfriend. San doesn’t give him much of a reaction, he just grins with a shake of his head as Wooyoung walks over to him,

“Shouldn’t you be working?”Wooyoung asks with a soft smile, San lifts his hand to show the iced americano he brought. Today San drew two swans facing each other, forming a heart.

“Called in sick today.” Is San’s response, handing the drink to the younger.

“Hm, why’d you lie?” San hums and wraps his arms around his waist.

“Wanted to see you.” He murmured against Wooyoung’s neck, pressing a kiss there. He laughs a bit and pushes the elder away from him before taking a sip of his drink.

“Wooyoung.” He looks to the side to see Yunho coming towards them, “I’m heading out to meet up with Mingi. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah.” Wooyoung nods, feeling San throw an arm over his shoulder. Usually Wooyoung and Yunho get food or something together during their break. Yunho gives San a quick greeting, one that the younger returns before leaving with his bag. Everyone leaves during the hour long break they have, usually it’s shorter but because this is simply extra practice for a banquet coming up and not the actual dance class, they go for a long break.

Once everyone leaves, San hugs Wooyoung from behind, slightly swaying as he admires his boyfriend in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat covers his skin, but San doesn’t mind at all. He slides his hands under the younger’s shirt and runs his hands against Wooyoung’s bare skin. He drags his nails against his abs and smiles when he feels Wooyoung sigh happily against him. His eyes flutter shut as he relaxes in San’s comforting hold. They shoot open again when the red head starts to feel up his chest.

Wooyoung turns around in San’s arms, reaching up to wrap one arm around his shoulders. The other stays at his side, still holding his coffee.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He whispers against the red head’s lips. San grabs his drink from him, he moves his other hand to Wooyoung’s ass.

“Is it a crime to display my care for you?” San questions with a hum, lightly kissing Wooyoung’s lips. He tastes like the americano San brought him.

“You’re up to something.” Wooyoung says between kisses, cupping the elder’s face.

San only smiles, and starts to kiss Wooyoung with a bit more intensity. They stay like that, standing in nearly middle of the dance studio, exchanging kisses and small touches. After a few minutes San pulls away before bending down and putting the cup on the floor. When he stands back up, he grabs the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs and picks him up, making the younger let out a surprised little gasp and wrap his legs around San’s waist and arms around his neck.

San walks forward until Wooyoung’s back meets the glass of a mirror. He nearly shivers at the cold material touching his lower back where his shirt has ridden up, but the heat of San’s mouth on his neck contrasts that.

“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks again, pulling San away from his neck by his hair.

“You always tease me when I’m working.” San tells him, leaning in to kiss the skin behind the younger’s ear,

“When I can’t do anything about it. Thought I’d come here, turn the tables. You know?” Wooyoung hums as he runs a hand through the other’s red hair.

“So what? This is your attempt on getting me back?” He turns San’s head so he can lean in and kiss him gently. He runs his tongue along the elder’s upper lip before biting his lower one. San squeezes Wooyoung’s thighs a little too hard, but he doesn’t mind. He finds the feeling pleasurable in a way. San inches forward so his hips slot with Wooyoung’s, the friction making him have to stifle a gasp. San doesn’t bother doing so, letting out a small moan.

Wooyoung laughs a bit, pulling the other’s hair.

“Be realistic Sannie. You can’t stop at just teasing. You need more than that, yeah?” San knows he’s right, he didn’t actually expect to come to the studio and not have anything happen. He can’t help it, everything about Wooyoung is just so mesmerizing. The way his laugh, his bratty personality, the feeling of his skin. How could San ever just tease when he can have more? San just wants all that Wooyoung is comfortable with giving.

“We have less than an hour hyung.” Wooyoung mumbles against San’s lips.

“So we have plenty of time.” San responds, before hiking Wooyoung up a bit and kissing him harshly. His head falls back against the mirror, and when San moves to direct his attention to the younger’s neck, Wooyoung tilts his head to rest his warm cheek on the cool glass. His breaths fog up a spot on the mirror, just for it to disappear and reappear.

Suddenly Wooyoung kicks San’s back.

“Let me down.” He’s quick to obey the command, not wanting to cross a boundary.

“Sit down.” San obey’s again, though slightly confused as he sits on the floor. Wooyoung follows him down and sits on his lap. The position makes it so San can feel how hard the other is.

“Woo-“ San cuts himself off with a moan as Wooyoung starts to grind against him.

“Just let me-“ he whines a little, wrapping his arms around San’s shoulders to stable himself. San rests his hands on Wooyoung’s waist but doesn’t move him at all. He lets Wooyoung set the pace.

“Sannie.” Wooyoung moans his name, rutting faster against San. He starts to kiss the younger’s neck, making sure to leave a number of marks. He cries out, now losing his rythme, moving frantically to chase his pleasure.

San gives bites at the earring Wooyoung wears, nipping his ear a few more times before he looks to the side at the mirror and moans at the sight. Fuck, he can imagine teasing Wooyoung open on his fingers as he forces him to watch himself. Having the younger ride him and see every expression he makes in the mirror.

“Shit. I want you so fucking bad.” He grabs Wooyoung’s waist and urges him to shoved him down against his lap.

“Wanna fuck you in front of this mirror, make you watch as I take you apart.”

“Big talk, can you- ah- follow through?” Wooyoung questions, sitting up and lifting his white tank top to reveal his whole torso to San.

“Brat.” He leans forward and kisses along his chest, leaving red marks as he moves along. Soon, San moves one hand to pinch one of Wooyoung’s nipple as he sucks the other one. The action makes the younger wrap his arms around San’s head, so the hem of his tank top rests on the top of the barista’s head. San runs his tongue over it multiple times before sucking his nipple hard, making Wooyoung’s hips stutter. He bites him before pulling away with a final swipe of his tongue, soothing the ache he cause before moving to give the other side the same treatment.

With no warning, San suddenly grabs Wooyoung’s hips and flips their position so Wooyoung is laying flat on the ground with Sam on top of him. He thrusts hard against Wooyoung, making the younger boy cry out.

“So good.” He jerks his hips up to meet San’s, making them both let out choked gasps.

Wooyoung is already so close to coming. His shirt has ridden down, rubbing against his sensitive chest as San rubs against his lower half. So close, he’s right there-

“No!” He cries out when San suddenly pulls away from him completely.

“Shh I’m sorry.” San whispers as he stands up and forces Wooyoung to get up as well. They both take deep breaths to stabilize themselves, Wooyoung being taken aback by the sudden end,

“Why did you-“ the door to the studio opens, making Wooyoung jump away from San.

A girl, one of the dancers, comes inside the room. She looks at the two and gives a tight lipped smile.

“Hey Wooyoung.” She greets awkwardly before rushing to a bench over by the side wall and picking up her phone. Clearly she forgot to grab it earlier. She avoids looking at the boys as she leaves, only waving her hand at them from behind as she scurried out the door.

“Do you think we traumatized her?” Despite catching them just standing, it’s obvious they were up to something by their flushed faces and messed up hair. Not to mention she may have heard their moans from outside the room.

“Hopefully not.” Wooyoung replies, still slightly breathless. Really, they’re all probably equally mortified. Wooyoung looks up to where the clock hangs on the wall,

“Thirty minutes.” He steps closer to San so their chest to chest and starts to nip at the older’s neck.

San is taken back by the gesture, he assumed that they would stop after almost getting caught. Or because they have only half an hour left before more people actually started to show up.

“Baby, we don’t have time.”

“What happened to having more than enough.” San groans slightly, rubbing Wooyoung’s waist.

“Do you even have a change of clothes? Because I don’t.“

Wooyoung hums against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. San raises a good point. After a few moments, he gives San a quick kiss on his neck before dropping to his knees infront of him. The barista’s eyes widen as Wooyoung starts to undo his pants.

“Woo you don’t have to.” San insists, petting the younger’s hair, “I’m here for you.” They have done this a few times in their relationship, but San likes it to be clear that Wooyoung is doing something because he wants to. Besides, he really did come here with the intention of pleasuring Wooyoung.

“I know.” Wooyoung says, the soft tone of his voice shows how much he really does appreciate the concern, despite it being unnecessary. Wooyoung will only ever do what he wants to do.

He pulls down San’s pants along with his boxers, relishing in the way San runs his hands through his black hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Wooyoung places his hands on San’s bare thighs and leans in.

“Fucking shit!” San swears when Wooyoung unexpectedly swallows him whole. He slams one hand to the side and hits the mirror. It’s honestly shocking the glass didn’t shatter. His other hand tightened its grip on Wooyoung’s hair, but he’s quick to sooth the ache he must have caused by petting his hair back. Wooyoung is such a demon, with the way he runs his tongue along San’s cock and leans back every now and then to place gentle kisses on the sensitive skin. The barista moans at the feeling, and only gets louder when he looks in the mirror.

“S’pretty jagiya.” He praised the younger, running his thumb against Wooyoung’s lips where he’s stretched around him.

“You’re- shit- you’re so beautiful.” San gently thrusts into Wooyoung’s mouth, making him gag slightly. But with the way Wooyoung moans around him, he clearly enjoys it.

“With your bratty mouth full- fuck- you’ve finally- shut up for once.” He cups Wooyoung’s face and holds him still as he moves faster. His breaths become heavier and Wooyoung moans around him again, the feeling runs through San’s entire body. He throws his head back as he gets his sweet relief, trying not to pull Wooyoung’s hair too hard.

After a few moments, Wooyoung pulls away and licks San clean as he settles his mind a bit. San gently nudged Wooyoung away before pulling up his clothes. He looks down at the younger. San smiles, seeing that his lovely boyfriend has made a complete mess of himself, saliva coats his lips, unshed tears are in his eyes and his whole face is red from the mixture of lack of air and arousal.

“You okay?” San asks, and Wooyoung nods, leaning into the comforting touch of San’s hand in his hair.

“C’mere.” He lifts Wooyoung up from under his arms and brings him into his chest for a hug, holding the smaller boy tightly against him. Rubbing his back, San kisses along his jaw before giving a long kiss on his lips. His hands start to travel down towards the waist of Wooyoung’s pants, but the younger quickly grabs his hand to stop him.

“Honey?”

“Don’t need to.” Wooyoung mumbles, nuzzling into San’s neck.

San takes a second to register what that means but when he holds Wooyoung even tighter when he does.

“Sweet jagi.” If San would have looked down and focused a little bit more, he would have saw Wooyoung rutting frantically against his own hand until he came.

San kisses the top of the shorter boy’s hair a few times,

“Do you wanna fake sick with me?” Wooyoung laughs a bit before pulling back, smiling up at his boyfriend.

“Well, I don’t want to be seen like this.” He gestures to himself.

“You mean anyone else.” San teases, as Wooyoung goes to get his phone. He walks with a grimace, he didn’t really think of the consequences to his actions earlier, even though San mentioned it. So now he’s going to have to tolerate the uncomfortable feeling of his come soaked boxers until San takes him home.

Wooyoung sends a quick text to his group chat saying that we won’t be there for the rest of practice since he started to feel unwell. While he does that, San grabs his bag for him and holds one of his hands.

“Do you want me to carry you to my car?”

“Kinda.” Wooyoung screeches when San suddenly picks him up bridal style and holds onto his shoulders for stability.

“Hyung! I was kidding.”

“Let me take care of you Wooyoung.” San insists.

“Wait.” Wooyoung says before San walks towards the door, “Grab my drink.”

“I’ll just buy you a new one.”

“No. Grab it.” San groans but still walks across the room and kneels down, still adamant on holding the boy. Wooyoung grabs the watered down drink and pats the barista’s shoulder with his other hand.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“I am never going to be able to be in that room without having horrible thoughts, are you happy?” Wooyoung complains to San as he starts to drive, one hand resting on the younger’s thigh.

“I’m happy you will be thinking of me.” San innocently smiles. Taking a quick sip of his drink, Wooyoung pouts.

“What?”

“The ice melted, so it’s not that good now.”

“I said I would buy you a new one.” Wooyoung shakes his head, looking down at the swan drawing on the cup.

“I needed the cup. Not the drink.”

“Why?” San questions, keeping his eyes on the road. Wooyoung shifts, still very uncomfortable with the state of his boxer’s.

“The drawings.” Is Wooyoung’s simple answer. San thinks about his words for a minute, and at the next red light he turns his head to look at his boyfriend properly.

“You keep the cups?” San looks so happy, he is so happy. His boyfriend keeps little mementos of him, despite being together all the time. The gesture is everything. Wooyoung nods, a little embarrassed by San knowing that he quite literally keeps trash because it reminds him of his boyfriend.

“Drive.” San looks back at the road and sees the light is green. San grabs Wooyoung’s hand and lifts it up to his lips, giving the back of his hand a loud kiss as he starts to drive them home. Though both can argue home is right where the other is.

#ateez #ateez oneshot #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez smut #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #wooyoung #choi san #jung wooyoung #san x wooyoung #san smut #wooyoung smut #San/wooyoung #cafe au #woosan #member x member

[cjsoleil]

Got Lovesick All Over My Bed (Seonghwa x Hongjoong)

Summary:

Prince Hongjoong finally sees his soulmate, prince Seonghwa, after three long months of being apart. They sneak away so Hongjoong can show how much he missed him.

Warnings: Smut (MDNI) Marking, Body Worship, Possessive Behaviour, Edging

Authors note:

Hey guys, this is my first time writing something like this, so please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy

Across the room, close to the bar, stands the only thing that makes these events worth going to. The reason why Hongjoong refuses to look less than absolute perfection, why he chooses to wear his nicest suits, one of a kind made with only the most expensive fabrics and beautiful designs. The man wearing a clean white suit is taller than Hongjoong, has silky onyx hair, a sharp jaw but such soft lips, speaking from experience. His aura screams to everyone in the room exactly how Important he is, as he in-bodies elegance as a whole.

Park Seonghwa looks as royal as the family he was born into.

Hongjoong must have been staring too hard, because Seonghwa had caught him. The elder gave him a glare that was clearly fake, because he catches the prince’s mouth twitch upwards. In return, Hongjoong gives him a subtle wink, before walking towards him. Nearly everyone in the room followed his steps with their eyes, they couldn’t help it.

The Kim family Is renowned and famous, as many royal families are. People look at him as if he is art at a museum, painted by a long gone artist. He is well appreciated for his looks, and he is well aware of this, but couldn’t care less. Hongjoong has had his share of longing glances directed towards him, less than innocent intended touches, but every flirtatious motion was and always will be quickly turned down.

So many stars in the sky, but he can only look at one.

“Prince Hongjoong.” Seonghwa greets with a short bow when he gets close to him, one that the younger returns.

“Seonghwa.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Despite the mundane conversation Seonghwa is trying to make, Hongjoong can still see how non put together he is. Picking at his nails, the small bites to the inside of his cheeks, the slight shifting of his weight.

The elder is trying so hard to stay composed, to not pull the other into a hug and go on a tangent about how much he missed him, thought about him.

It makes Hongjoong need to fuck him even more.

They haven’t seen each other in three months, and for both of them it’s been practically torture. It’s one of the longest times they’ve been completely apart since they got together.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong met when the latter was fourteen and the former, fifteen. And the younger will admit, he believes he fell for him right then. He’s not even dramatizing, from the moment they met, he’s been doing things to catch the older’s attention. Seonghwa ignored him at first, not because he wanted to, but more because of their families. Their families aren’t exactly friends. Everyone’s civil with each other, of course since nobody wants unnecessary nation wide conflicts, but they would both be heavily looked down upon if they were to become friends, let alone partners. Seonghwa was simply being the responsible person he is, but Hongjoong still managed to break him down and get him to like him back. Even though it took a few years.

In recent years, the two have been able to spend a lot of time together, each spending months out of their own home countries. Having them go to social events together and develop a close friendship is purely for the media, and bringing the two monarchs closer together. Of course this is all for the public, their families still don’t really get along, with the exception of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Seonghwa likes to say they’re just like Romeo and Juliet, without the double suicide.

Hongjoong has to resist his own instinct to bring Seonghwa into his arms.

“I’m much better now that you’re here. Was your flight alright?” He asked instead, receiving a nod in response. And his lips nearly pull upwards into a smile when he sees the light pink blush on Seonghwa’s face.

“It was fine.” Hongjoong’s eyes darken slightly, effectively changing the air around them.

“Good. So tell me…” he starts, and the tone of voice makes Seonghwa have to suppress a shiver, “what were you doing greeting San before me?” Seonghwa remains composed to the public eye, but the prince can tell exactly what his words are doing to him.

“He approached me first.” The taller responds, and Hongjoong hums, taking a step closer into his personal space.

“And you couldn’t walk away?”

“Unlike you, I have some decorum.” Hongjoong places his hand on the prince’s shoulder, his fingers digging slightly into his jacket, creasing the fabric. The action can’t be called anything more than innocent, though for Seonghwa, it is nothing close.

“It doesn’t take more than five minutes to exchange pleasantries.” He doesn’t give him the opportunity to answer, because he leans a little bit closer.

“Meet be in the bathroom in twenty minutes. If you’re late, there will be consequences, I don’t care if you’re talking to the fucking queen.” A sharp inhale, before the raven answers.

“I understand.” Hongjoong gives a little smirk, before moving an agonizing distance away, that being less than arm length.

“I missed you, Starlight.” Seonghwa was left with a love struck look on his face and a hummingbird heart as he watches his other half walk away.

Twenty five minutes later, and Seonghwa sits on one of the cushion chairs in the bathroom. He’s been waiting over ten minutes for Hongjoong since he went to the bathroom early in fear of being late. He’s been at the mercy of Hongjoong’s punishments plenty of times and as much as he loves them, he would rather get exactly what he wants after months of not seeing the other.

The second he hears the door open, his head jerks upwards to see Hongjoong entering with an expression that makes Seonghwa’s hands shake.

“Get in a stall.” He demands, and despite being in no position of power, Seonghwa questions it.

“Joong, we can’t do that here-“

“Seonghwa.” The younger’s eyes have darken and he almost looks angry.

The rational part of Seonghwa knows he’s not, he never gets mad at him, but the onyx haired man still goes in the closest stall, the other man following just a few steps behind.

Hongjoong turns the lock, and instead of pushing him into the corner like Seonghwa thought he would, he leans against the stall wall opposite of him.

“You’re all dressed up.” Is what he says, reaching over and running a hand down Seonghwa’s chest, where his heart is hiding behind his rib cage

“My pretty boy.”

“Yours.” The elder quickly responds, knowing what the young prince wants to hear.

“Yes.” Hongjoong smirks and finally gets into Seonghwa’s personal space, nosing at his neck and he tilts his to give more room.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes, Hongjoong-“ his legs are spread by Hongjoong’s muscular one, and his thigh slots between Seonghwa’s, “I thought about you all the time. I missed you so much-“ Hongjoong laughs lightly into his ear.

“Are you sure you missed me much at all? Your attention was focused on someone else…” he accuses the raven before starting to bite at his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark.

“I needed to calm myself-I-how else would I resist kissing you in front of everyone?” Seonghwa just barely manages to get the words out, having already brought a hand to his boyfriend’s hair to stable himself as he licks up the side of his neck, before closing his mouth lightly over his earlobe. He rolls his hips against his boyfriend’s thigh.

“Are you needy baby?” He nods, so desperate for just a little more.

“Kiss me, love, kiss-“

“Shh..” Hongjoong covers Seonghwa’s mouth with his hand, just as they hear the door to the bathroom open.

He waits a few seconds before pulling his hand away, and Seonghwa tries to creating some sort of distance, but Hongjoong’s quick to stop him by pinning his wrist against the stall with a small shake of his head. Slowly, he leaned forward, resting his head so Seonghwa could feel every exhale against his neck as the hand not pinning him comes up to hold his face.

The touch was innocent, until the hand starts trailing down.

“Joongie-“ he starts to whisper, but stops himself.

“Quiet.” His hand slips under Seonghwa’s shirt and jacket, dragging his nails lightly on his abs, making the older man shiver. Hongjoong then pinches his nipple, making Seonghwa’s hips unconsciously buck forward against the his thigh, just adding to the pleasure.

Seonghwa uses his hand not pinned down and bites down on it to keep himself quiet. Usually he would bite on Hongjoong’s shoulder, but he can’t since he’s wearing his suit.

Suddenly, Hongjoong moves his hand and grabs Seonghwa’s crotch, making him cry out and jerk forward against the hand. The younger clicks his tongue,

“Having a hard time listening?” He asks, as if he isn’t at fault. Hongjoong does that a lot, makes impossible demands. After receiving no response, he grabs his face with one hand, forcing the other to look at him.

“Answer me.”

“Hongjoong, please-“ Seonghwa doesn’t try to control his voice that much, since he knows the room must be empty. Hongjoong would never let anyone other than himself hear, or even know what’s going on in moments like these. Less because of the scandal and more so out of respect.

Ignoring his partner’s begging, Hongjoong pulls away from him completely, only soothing Seonghwa’s small whine with a pat on his cheek.

“Hush now. I’m not fucking you in public baby, despite you not having barely any shame about it.” Hongjoong smiles as he looks at his hyung, who seems to have catch his breath a bit.

“I’m sure you would if you weren’t so possessive.” Seonghwa chimes back, with his head resting against the stall.

“Slut, you’re that willing to walk back out after just having cum in your pants?” Despite the harsh words, there’s a certain enduring tone that goes along with it. The young prince cups the other’s face between his hands and reaches up a bit to softly kiss Seonghwa, one he’s quick to return. Hongjoong’s lips are always so soft.

“I love you Hwa~” Hongjoong drawls out after pulling away and he starts fixing Seonghwa’s hair. He catches the younger’s hand and kisses it softly.

“I love you too.” Wrapping his arm around his waist, Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa against him, and lightly slaps his ass with the other hand.

“God, I can’t wait to get you alone.” He grabs a fist full of black hair, “I’m going to ruin you Seonghwa. I’m going to make you cry.” His eyes almost roll back at his partner’s words, the sudden switch from hot to sweet and back again is giving him whiplash, “Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” Hongjoong smiles and rubs his waist,

“Do you want me to stay with you for a bit?” Seonghwa shakes his head. He wouldn’t be able to calm down if he stayed.

“You go.” Going out at separate times brings less questions. Hongjoong nods and gives Seonghwa’s temple a quick kiss, before leaving the room.

Seonghwa stays in the stall for a bit, still a little out of it. After a minutes or two, he goes to the mirrors by the sink and sighs seeing he looks somewhat a mess. It’s the usual outcome of when he spends too much time alone with Hongjoong. After fixing his hair, and putting on more of a blank face, he goes back to where he is expected.

The rest of the night, Hongjoong had made sure to keep Seonghwa within eyesight. Maybe he was caught staring once or twice, but he really couldn’t give a shit, not when Seonghwa looks even more gorgeous now. A natural glow of sorts surrounded him, evidence of what they did earlier. Besides, it’s not like he’s watching with mal intent, he’s simply making sure his partner is alright. For Seonghwa, he’s a gentleman, sometimes. They had to stay for a few hours before they could both make up a reason to leave.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” Wooyoung teased Hongjoong when he said he was leaving early.

“Of course not. If anyone comes looking for me-“

“Yeah yeah, I got you.” Wooyoung assures the prince, making him grin.

“I owe you one.”

“Oh it’s much more than that.” He had to explain to many people that Hongjoong was feeling unwell that night, as well as coordinating a little excuse to give reason to Seonghwa’s mysterious absence as well. It’s safe to say he will ensure that the favour is returned.

The hotel room that Seonghwa is staying at is, well, suited for royalty. With a beautiful balcony that shows off the diversity of unique plants in the garden, golden details around the room and a king sized bed to finish it all.

Preferably, they would be at one of their own homes, in their own bedrooms. But even so, in an ideal world they would be able to live together, so both are used to settling.

Not to say that the location really matters, all they need is each other anyways.

“You know people are going to get suspicious of us one day?” Seonghwa mentions as he goes over to the spacious bathroom to take off his makeup.

“There’s only so many times we can leave the same room at the same time.” Hongjoong gives him a soft smile as he takes off his own tie, standing at the door way of the bathroom. Seonghwa always looks so pretty, but Hongjoong loves to see his face bare.

“I don’t see any problem.”

“Just a thought.” Seonghwa hums and looks at the man through the mirror, “Are you still jealous?”

“I’m never jealous.” Seonghwa ignores him.

“I don’t understand why you are. If anything I should be.”

“How so?” Hongjoong asks, just as Seonghwa has finished taking his makeup off. He walks past his partner and sits on the bed,

“You’re the one everyone wants.” He sighs in content, looking out the balcony window, “Not that it can be helped.”Hongjoong tilts his head, coming closer to the prince.

“You must be blind to not notice people’s stares.”

“I only ever notice you.” He responds, still not looking at his partner.

A piece of fabric is looped around Seonghwa’s neck, forcing his head up.

“That’s how it should be.” Hongjoong says, holding Seonghwa in place with his tie. In contrast to the hold he has on him, The younger very softly kisses the top of the ravens head. He’s soon released, and Hongjoong sits down beside him on the bed.

“Do you not hear what nearly everybody has to say about you whenever you walk by?” The elder asks as Hongjoong starts to kiss up his still covered arm.

“I don’t care what others have to say.” He kisses his shoulder, “Unless it’s about you.” Seonghwa lifts his hand up to Hongjoong’s hair when he starts to mouth at his neck,

“To properly answer your question.” He starts, “I am always jealous, of anyone who gets to be in your presence while I’m somewhere else. I should always be by your side, you belong to me after all.” Pulling away, Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa’s facing, forcing him to look at him,

“Not San. Not the men and women who want you in their bed. You’re mine, the way I’m yours.” He’s barely able to finish his sentence before Seonghwa practically jumps at him, roughly pressing their lips together in the real kiss he’s been waiting for. Unfazed, Hongjoong simply pulls the raven’s head back by his hair, covering a moan that follows from the slight pain. Using his hold on Seonghwa’s hair, Hongjoong guides his hyung to lay on the bed, after he uses his other hand to untuck the blackest and sheets, ruining the work of the hotel maid.

Once Seonghwa Is laying down, Hongjoong moves above him between his legs. Bending down, the younger starts unbuttoning Seonghwa’s jacket and dress shirt, kissing at the newly revealed skin all while he grinds against him. When Seonghwa’s upper body is completely bare, Hongjoong leans down and runs his tongue over his right nipple before latching on.

Hongjoong loves to properly worship Seonghwa, especially when they’ve been apart. He considers it an art form, so he forces himself to be patient, take his time to achieve the desired outcome. Hours can pass before Hongjoong sheds even one article of clothes, but his patience is always rewarded.

Seonghwa thrusts his hips upwards to meet the younger’s much too slow grind. In response, he is pinned down with a muscular arm.

“Stay still.” Hongjoong demands, switching sides and uses one hand to keep Seonghwa’s hips still, the other messaging his chest. He lets out a pleased sigh and tilts his head to rest his left cheek against the pillow, panting a little bit.

Eventually, Hongjoong sits up and moves over a bit so he could take off Seonghwa’s pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Lifting the elder’s right leg, he places a small kiss on his knee before continuing down his thigh, becoming more messy and leaving marks in his path. After giving the other thigh the same treatment, he runs his tongue over Seonghwa’s abdomen, making him whine a little.

“Joong.” He says, grabbing the younger’s hair in an attempt to pull him up, which is pretty useless. Hongjoong will only do what he pleases,

“Stop teasing.”

“You’re in no position to make commands baby.” Hongjoong grins, a sadistic look that Seonghwa is well acquainted with, “But you can beg as much as you want. I want you to, beg for me as if I’ll listen.” He frowns, any other time he may take Hongjoong words seriously, but he knows the man well.

“You’re so full of-“ his words are cut off when Hongjoong leans down and kisses him. He’s only allowed a second or two between each kiss to breathe, but that’s fine. The lightheadedness that the lack of air causes brings a certain fog to Seonghwa’s head, one that makes him forget everything except the man on top of him.

When Hongjoong does pull away, he removes the onyx haired boy last article of clothing. His eyes darken from the sight.

“Christ, Hwa you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He then leans over to the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube his partner must have left and pours a generous amount on his fingers before putting it back. Reaching down, he circles Seonghwa’s rim with his index finger, before slowly pushing inside.

Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut with a small gasp from the familiar feeling he’s been missing for months. Having Hongjoong this close to him, being connected in such a way. Both of them have missed it.

“Hongjoong~” he drawls his partner’s name, tilting his head up to gently kiss his still clothed chest, “Don’t tease.”

“Then what should I do?” Hongjoong grins, placing his unused hand onto the front of Seonghwa’s neck and pushing him back on the bed, before whispering in his ear “Tell me Hwa. How should I touch you? How should I demonstrate how I felt when I saw you for the first time in months talking with someone who wasn’t me?” He adds another finger, making Seonghwa gasp.

“How should I make you feel how much I missed you? How much I fucking adore you, all at the same time.” Seonghwa lets out a sharp moan when Hongjoong finally rubs against that spot.

So good

“C’mon. Tell me, what am I supposed to do?” The younger prince asks again, putting two more fingers into Seonghwa.

“Just shut up!” He whines, kicking his leg out of reflex, “Give me more. Take off your clothes. Do something.” Hongjoong hums, still driving Seonghwa insane with his touch. He’s relentless, and continues to push, push Seonghwa to the edge and just as he’s about to-

“Alright.” Hongjoong pulls his hand away, making Seonghwa groan in annoyance and tear up. He’s been on edge for hours now, since the moment he saw Hongjoong earlier that night.

With a quick motion, he takes off his shirt, before standing and stripping himself completely. Seonghwa can’t help but stare as if he was seeing him for the first time. Seonghwa has been to the most famous museums all over the world, and even priceless art works renowned for their beauty has no comparison to Hongjoong.

Getting back on the bed, Hongjoong grabs his thighs and Seonghwa takes the hint, wrapping his legs around the younger’s slim waist. Hongjoong leans down and kisses the black haired boy harshly. Seonghwa tastes the smallest amount of blood after Hongjoong bites his lip, he doesn’t mind. The elder moans out Hongjoong’s name when he moves to further mark his already bruised neck, screams it when Hongjoong enters him without warning.

“Shit.” He lets out a choked sound from feeling the elder instantly tighten around, it’s his favourite feeling, “What a good boy, taking me so well.”

“Fuck- Hongjoong.” Seonghwa thrashes a bit, but strong arms soon pin him to the sheets,

“Shhh. Settle down star.” Hongjoong whispers with a strained voice against his lips, before kissing Seonghwa softly. After a few minutes, he gets used to the stretch.

“You okay?” He asks, and receives a nod and a quick kiss,

“Now, hold onto something. I won’t be giving you any mercy.” Seonghwa grins, moving his hands to beside his head, fisting the sheets.

“Good thing I don’t want any.”

With that, Hongjoong places his hands beside Seonghwa’s head and pulls all the way out before pushing back in, repeating the process until he builds a steady pace. He always starts off a little slower, savouring the feeling of Seonghwa’s warmth around him.

“Shit baby.” Hongjoong moans into Seonghwa’s ear, as he starts rocking a little bit faster.

“I thought you were going to wreck me, love.” Seonghwa pants out with a smile, looking up at Hongjoong with half open eyes.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He comments, but he still rocks faster.

“Oh-“ Seonghwa gasps, twisting the sheets in his hands. Hongjoong roughly grabs his jaw with one hand, the other holding himself up.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I’m-“ he keens when Hongjoong just brushes against that spot,

“Hongjoong- yes, please, please.” Reaching up as he pleas, Seonghwa grabs the man’s back and digs his nails into his shoulder blades.

Hongjoong hisses slightly from the sting of the scratches, it will probably scar, but he doesn’t really care. It would just add to his collection. It’s his consequence for making Seonghwa like this. Eyes closed, small bruises covering his chest and neck and even his thighs, saliva coating his lips and sweat dripping down his skin. It’s a sight for his eyes only, and that thought just spurs him on.

“You’re so beautiful, Hwa.” Hongjoong states the obvious, allowing himself to be pulled down to be practically chest to chest with Seonghwa, kissing at his neck and jaw and his already swollen lips,

“You’re so good. Such a good boy.” He lets out a particularly loud moan when he hears those words, making Hongjoong grin.

“Joongie.” He pants out, bringing one hand to the younger’s hair and pulling a little too hard, “Please.”

“What are you begging for baby?” Hongjoong hums the question in Seonghwa’s ear, still keeping up a steady pace,

“You want me to make you cum? Is that it?” He puts emphasis on his by hitching one of Seonghwa’s legs up a bit and thrusting hard, directly hitting his prostate.

“Yes- Hongjoong make-let me-“ The words Seonghwa babbles out don’t make any sense, let alone a actually sentence, but Hongjoong still smiles softly at his lover under him.

Usually, he would take the time to be mean. Force Seonghwa to find the words and make him mess up whatever he was trying to say. That’s for another night though.

So Hongjoong grabs the hand still locked in a tight grip to the roots of his hair.

“Oh sweetheart.”He kisses Seonghwa’s palm before intertwining their hands together and placing them on the bed.

“All you had to do was ask.”

The new pace Hongjoong sets rocks Seonghwa’s body up the bed a bit, so Hongjoong uses the hand not holding Seonghwa’s to cup his head. Just to prevent Seonghwa from hitting his head against the bed frame. His legs become limp and fall from around Hongjoong’s waist and on the bed.

“Feels so- so-“ Seonghwa attempts to speak between breaths, tears starting to fall from the relentless thrusts that Hongjoong is giving him. He kisses close to the corners of his hyung’s eyes to comfort him.

“Tell me Seonghwa.” Hongjoong asks, moving to mouth at his neck again, before leaning to reach the top of his chest, “How do you feel?”

“I-I-“ Seonghwa stutters, moving his hand to fist the sheets again, and unconsciously bucking his hips up with the younger’s movements,

“Close. Touch me please.”

Hongjoong, of course, knows exactly what Seonghwa wants. Having spent this entire night untouched is driving him insane.

“No.” He answers, patting the side of Seonghwa’s face. It’s so fucking condescending but makes Seonghwa feel so damn good,

“You don’t need that, you’re my good boy, right?” He nods, eyes rolling back as Hongjoong’s movements become more erratic.

“So all you need this.”

It takes barely anymore time for both of them to get to the edge, and Hongjoong tortures himself by forcing himself to wait longer, just until Seonghwa finishes.

“C’mon baby.” Hongjoong says to him, using one hand to rub his chest,

“Pretty, you’re so beautiful. Fuck- I missed you so much Hwa- I’m gonna fuck you stupid every single night.” He’s rambling at this point, and Seonghwa doesn’t really have the mental capacity to comprehend anything he says.

Hongjoong grabs his right leg and forces it over his shoulder that Seonghwa widely opens his eyes and lets out a silent scream as a new wave of tears stream from his eyes.

“Hongjoong!” The young prince leans down so they’re chest to chest again and it only takes one, two, three more rocks of his hips for the man under him to cum with the change of angle.

Seonghwa thrashes and lets out a long whine as Hongjoong continues to thrust into him, drawing out his pleasure until he’s overstimulated. Hongjoong pushes as deep as he can go, hips against Seonghwa’s ass. He kisses Seonghwa as he cums inside him, moaning his name into his mouth.

They both take a few minutes, Hongjoong resting against Seonghwa as the older man kisses the top of his head. When Hongjoong eventually finds the strength to move, he places a kiss to where Seonghwa’s heart flutters in his chest before rolling off him and onto his back. Seonghwa winces a little as he pulls out, still lightly panting with his mouth parted.

“You’re alright star?” Hongjoong questions, tilting Seonghwa’s head to face him. The only response he receives is a soft smile.

He gives the elder a lingering kiss on his lips before sighing and getting out of bed, going to the bathroom and coming back out with a damp cloth.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to shower now.” Hongjoong states as wipes Seonghwa’s stomach clean.

“Hmm… later.” He mumbles, and whimpers just a bit when Hongjoong cleans his sensitive hole the best as he can.

Hongjoong doesn’t protest, knowing there’s no point and crawls back into the bed and covers both of them with the heavy blanket. He smiles as Seonghwa throws a leg over his hips and rests against his chest. The rythme of his heart lulls him as he looks out the glass door of the balcony to the sky.

Hongjoong rubs his back as he runs his other hand through Seonghwa’s long black hair.

“Seonghwa.” He says after a few moments, and Seonghwa hums to let it be clear he’s listening,

“I love you. I will never be away for that long ever again. We’re going to move in together soon, get married and anything else you want. I want everyone to know who’s yours.” Seonghwa hums, dragging his fingers along Hongjoong’s chest.

“We will be disowned.” He states, closing his eyes as the matter does not concern him much. At least not at the moment.

“At this point I hope so.” Hongjoong mumbles, grinning when Seonghwa slaps his chest softly.

“We can talk about it later.” Seonghwa tells him, nuzzling closer to him.

“Yeah.” Hongjoong starts to sit up, making Seonghwa do the same just for him to see that easily identifiable evil glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asks, against his better judgement as Hongjoong leans over and picks something up from the floor.

“We have to make up for lost time, right?” Hongjoong smirks, snapping the tie he now holds in his hands, “Besides, the fact you’re not unconscious right now tells me we’re not done.”

Seonghwa, still breathless, grins and brings his hands to rest over his head on the pillow. A clear invitation.

“Then get over here and take me.” Hongjoong runs his hand over Seonghwa’s jaw before whispering against his lips,

“With pleasure.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #seonghwa #hongjoong #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #matz #seongjoong #member x member #smut #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #ateez oneshot #kpop #kpop fanfic #royal au #choi san