The Way This Man Just Owns Me Is Slightly Embarrassing. Also Loved The Whale Hat Ngl

The way this man just owns me is slightly embarrassing. Also loved the whale hat ngl

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why is being sober so fucking hard? all i need right now is a fucking cigarette, a joint, and a fuck ton of shots please and thank you

obsessed with this little menace of a man :’)

BONUs bc i love this screenshot so much but i ran out of annoying text posts:

More Ateez memes! Please reblog :} 

i love him sm :’)

Well. I’m gonna need seven years to process this utter MASTERPIECE OF A SONG AND MV HOLY SHIT IM IN LOVE

They all look so good and the song just fucking slaps and the dance break?? And Minghao’s solo and actor Wonwoo and Blonde Woozi???? Fuck. They’ve killed me im dead

currently sitting in my audit lecture annoyed out of my SKULL that I can't watch svt's new mv yet... you bet I will be SPRINTING out of this room when it's over

HOW IS HE SO CUTE WHAT THE HECK

YES! This is so good, I can already imagine the cheeky smile he’d have asking to fuck you omfg 😂

Relax | h.j.s

Summary: You and Joshua try role-play. He’s not very good at it, but he’s hot, so it works out anyways.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 558 words Age: 18+

Pairings: Hong Joshua x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut, PWP. Established Relationship Content Warnings: None? Just a sexual massage. Smut Warnings: Fingering, female orgasm, role play, sexual massage. Authors Note: Thank you as always to the lovely @here4btsfics for helping me to beta this fic and help me pick a member for this fic too!💕

Banner Credits: @classicseffects

Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“Miss, once you’re comfortable, please change out of your robe and lay on your front on the massage bed,” you nodded at your incredibly attractive therapist’s instructions and then the handsome man left you to your devices. You almost hated how attractive your massage therapist was. How the hell would you refrain from getting aroused? You picked up the sheer disposable panties you were provided with and scoffed. “This isn’t going to do anything,” you muttered as you stripped and laid down on your front.

“Miss, may I come in,” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, but your voice was shaky. You immediately felt dizzy as you heard the door open and close, the man was barely touching you, and you were a mess.

“So you said that your main concerns were your thighs?” You mumbled a ‘yes.’

The masseuse gently parted your thighs and placed a towel over your back. You could hear him squirt oil onto his hands and put them on your thighs. He worked slowly, increasing the pressure gradually, undoing all the knots from your thighs. You felt yourself grow wet as his hands moved along your body.

“Miss, I’ll need to massage your inner thighs a little. If you feel uncomfortable at all, please let me know,” he spoke, and you simply mumbled a yes, as his fingers slid up your inner thighs dangerously close to your cunt. His fingers barely grazed your throbbing core, but you had already let out a soft moan.

“Is that good?” He asked, and you could only moan in response. The therapist kept massaging you. Every so often, his finger would graze your cloth-covered cunt, and you’d be in ecstasy.

“Miss, you’re moving around a lot. Is it uncomfortable?” He asked, and you shook your head, lifting it slightly to speak.

“No, it just feels good,” you responded. “Is there any other tension I can help you with?” The man asked, and you smirked but realised you couldn’t ask him that. You simply shook your head and placed it down again.

“Miss, my job is to ensure that you leave here feeling good,” the therapist reiterated, making you clench.

“I guess I have more internal pressure, tension?” You replied as you laid back down.

“Miss, I can release that tension for you in the interest of your well-being. Would you like that?”

“Miss, may I remove your underwear? They are soaked,” he commented, and you mumbled a yes, shyly at the mention of your obvious arousal.

You felt the therapist pull your underwear off and spread your thighs apart again. You felt him slide two fingers down from your entrance to your clit, and he rubbed at the swollen nub. His fingers were rubbing harshly, making you whimper in pleasure. You felt your breath hitch when he interested two fingers into you. His movements made you lift your head and moan as he fingered you, you were close, and he knew it.

“Come on, princess, cum for me,” he encouraged as you came on his fingers, shaking as you did so. You rode out your orgasm and glared at your ‘therapist.’

“Seriously, Joshua? If we’re going to role-play a massage therapist and client, you cannot call me princess,” you scolded, and Joshua simply shrugged as he grabbed you and flipped you onto your back.

“Okay, princess. Next time I’ll listen. Now let me fuck you. You said something about tightness?”