The Fight W/ Choi Jongho

the fight w/ choi jongho

kind of proof read but also kind of not….

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as your boyfriend turns to face the counter, expression stern and shoulders tense, you realise that that’s it; you’ve reached the end of your argument. there’s more you want to say, more you feel you should say, but then jongho says, “i’m done talking about this,” in a tone so strict that immediately your mouth snaps shut. you swallow your words but they seem to get stuck in your throat, a painful lump forming in their wake.

you’ve been crying for a while now. the anger from your argument had manifested itself in the form of hot tears that streamed down your cheeks as you stumbled your way through an argument that erupted over something that seems entirely irrelevant now. something to do with the dishes; the cause of it all is foggy, just like your vision as you angrily swipe at your eyes. you want to fight back and have the final word, but the words still refuse to come out.

so you turn around and walk away. if you can’t have the last word, then you need to find some other way to cool yourself down. it makes you feel a little toxic when you pull your car keys from the table but your blood is boiling just enough to make it seem rational for you to leave jongho alone for the night. he hates going to sleep when you’re still mad at each other, you remind yourself, but you hate sitting and stewing in his frustration as you wait for him to finally be ready to talk about it. if he wants to talk about it later, he can wait until you come back tomorrow.

“where are you going?” he yells through the apartment as the keys clink in your hands. you don’t answer, a petty part of your brain wanting to give him the silence that he claimed to want. it doesn’t surprise you when you hear his heavy footsteps thud down the corridor, a shoulder softly brushing past yours as jongho moves to block your exit, “you’re not going anywhere alone at this time of night.”

you shrug, bending down to grab a pair of sneakers which you lift up by their tied laces. your fingers fumble over them as you desperately try to get them undone. it hadn’t occurred to you that your hands were shaking until now; until you desperately needed them not to be. it’s humiliating to stand before the man you love, angry tears washing away your makeup as you fail to do a task so simple that even children can do it. you let out a growl of frustration as a new wave of hot tears fill your waterline, threatening to fall free the moment you decide to blink. they cloud your vision making your task even harder, so you squeeze your eyes closed to rid yourself of them.

you feel them roll dramatically down your face, tickling your skin as they reach your jawline. they drip from your face, toppling onto your fingers and making your impossible task even more impossible. in a fit of annoyance, you toss the shoes to the ground and throw your hands up to your face. the shoes can fucking win, for all you care; what’s one more fight lost?

but then you hear a sigh and the quiet tap, tap, tap of feet and suddenly you’re enveloped in a pair of warm arms. you can practically feel the annoyance flowing from your boyfriend’s body as he moves to pet the back of your skull, but you can also feel him trying to hide it. his movements are soft despite his breathing being heavy, and his hug is just as tight with love as his jaw is with rage. even through his own anger, he’s taking care of you; you can’t help but feel a little guilty at that.

“forget the shoes,” he grumbles, voice still just as stern as it was moments before, “i wouldn’t have let you go anyway.”

“you can’t keep me trapped here,” you sob into his jumper. his grip only tightens.

“i’m not trapping you here, dingus,” his lips are hot as they press a firm kiss to your head, “it’s dark outside and if you can’t get your laces undone then you certainly can’t fucking drive. i’m mad at you but i’m not about to let you put yourself in danger, idiot.”

“fine, then,” you whine, “you drive me to my parents house.”

“is that what you want?” he asks as he settles his cheek against your forehead. it’s warm and soft and it feels so natural rested there. you cant help it when you nuzzle into it, just like he can’t help the fond hum that fights it’s way through the wall of anger to escape his lips. instinct takes over as you subconsciously wind your own arms around his waist, tugging him closer to your shaking form.

and for a moment, everything seems normal.

“well?” he purrs, voice slightly muffled by the way your head squishes his face.

“i don’t know,” it’s not really an answer, but at least it’s honest.

because in truth, you don’t know. the smothering weight of jongho’s anger is almost too much to take sometimes, suffocating you as he takes himself off to somewhere private to stew in it until he’s ready to talk. most of the time it’s okay. you can live with sitting alone in the living room until he’s ready to come crawling to you with his tail between his legs as he searches for affection. when it involves you, though, you really can’t. because then it’s not just his frustration you’re sitting in, but your own too and that’s just all too much. if he doesn’t want to talk it through right now, before your brain had time to find a million reasons to blame yourself, then you’re going to have to step away.

just for tonight, just until the anger is over.

but jongho lets out another heavy breath, a contemplative hum coming immediately after. the hands that still rest heavy on your body seem to tighten, dragging you in unfathomably closer. just by the way he’s touching you, it’s not hard to tell that he hates the fact that you leaving is still on the table.

“what can i do to make you sure?” he purrs, voice softer than you’d heard it all night. it’s almost like he’s talking to a scared dog, trying to soothe it just enough so it doesn’t run. you can’t help but feel every bit like that dog; cornered and scared yet so in need of the slightest bit of love that for a second or two, it considers just giving in. that dog never knows. maybe this time won’t be as bad as the last, after all. maybe it won’t need to run.

“talk,” you reply.

“baby, lat—”

“not later, jongho,” there’s a crack in your voice, warning you that if you push yourself too far the tears will come right back. jongho seems to notice it too; he keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to cause any more anger between the both of you. you suck in a deep breath, “i don’t want to sit in my head for hours until you decide you’re ready, jongho. being left alone in the knowledge that you’re in the next room just completely mad at me makes everything worse.”

there’s a few beats of silence, the only sound filling the room being your sniffles. there’s no more rage-filled breathing from him, no more sobs from you. it’s simply the remnants of what has happened; a few post-cry sniffs that remind you that despite the warmth you feel standing in his arms, none of this is as good as it feels right now.

and yet none of it is as bad as it seemed just moments before…

“i’m still annoyed with you, honey,” it certainly doesn’t feel it by the way he has you completely enveloped in his arms. his stance is so protective, his fingers so soft and his cheek so warm. it’s certainly not the posture of someone who doesn’t want to be around you for a little while. “i can’t talk about it with you until i know for certain that i won’t get angry; i don’t want to say anything i don’t mean.”

weirdly enough, as much as you want to hate it, you understand where he’s coming from. you’re still mad too and as much as you can tell yourself that nothing bad will happen, you know deep down that there’s a good chance it will. you don’t want this to be any worse than it already is, but you know that jongho’s method won’t exactly make things better. you’re at an impasse.

“i just don’t like the sitting and waiting, wondering when you’re going to walk through the door and tell me you’re ready,” you sigh into his chest, “it feels wrong, like i’m waiting on death row for my punishment to finally come.”

“so we don’t go to different rooms, then,” he offers, “we go to the bedroom together and we sit with one another until we’re ready to talk. we don’t even have to acknowledge each other if we’re still that angry, but at least you’ll know i’m there.”

“and you’re sure you’ll want to be with me even when you’re mad?” a hand snakes up your spine to pet gently at your hair.

“i always want to be by your side, honey.”

hi love! may i request how ot8 would react to your skirt being a little cheeky at the amusement park?

love your work and hope you're doing well 🩷🩷

❝ wearing a short skirt on your amusement park date ❞

: ̗̀➛ ateez’s reaction to you wearing a short skirt on your amusement park date. 2.3k words.

: ̗̀➛ ateez; boyfriend!ateez. established relationship. fluff. smut (suggestive).

: ̗̀➛ warnings: minors do not interact! suggestive sexual content. mentions of sexual themes. possessiveness. public displays of affection/arousal. tbh there’s nothing explicit so there’s really nothing to warn about lol. strong language. fem bodied!reader. intentional lower case and small font.

hongjoong

god, you tested his patience. you really knew how to flirt your pretty little fingers around all his buttons, never fully pressing them but being so dangerously close to doing so. always just enough to make him tense and the prominent vein on his neck to pop a little.

hongjoong was in the queue right behind you as you stepped onto the ride. your absurdly short skirt fluttered as you did so, and from his position he was able to see the little pink panties you wore underneath...and so was everyone else, including the ride attendant who gawked at you like a deer in headlights. you plopped down into the cramped seat, blissfully unaware — or you just didn’t seem to care — while hongjoong had to mentally count to ten to keep himself from turning on that guy for even daring to look at you. though, he supposed it wasn’t all his fault; you were the one who decided to wear a fucking mini skirt to an amusement park.

“you know,” hongjoong began, settling himself next to you on the ride. “i really question your reasoning for wearing that.” He tugged at your skirt just as you both brought the bar over your laps. your thighs looked so pretty all exposed, mental images of your panty clad ass flashing in his mind, and hongjoong really wished that dumb ride attendant would stop throwing glances your way.

you smiled which only served to aggravate him more. “it’s such a cute skirt and i haven’t worn it yet! plus, it’s so hot outside today,” you reasoned with him while you watched others pile onto the ride. hongjoong scoffed.

“you sure you didn’t just wear it to drive me crazy?” he gripped your thigh tight, his fingers just under the hem of your skirt. “you think you’re so cute, huh? but let’s see how cute you are once i get you home.”

the ride jerked to life and began to move, his grip remaining firm. you smiled internally. your little plan worked, just like you knew it would.

seonghwa

seonghwa loved being close to you. he did, really. but it was so hot out today, and within the concretes and metals and crowds of the amusement park, it was scorching. your body was sweaty against his own. as much as he loved being near you, it was too hot for it. but you decided to wear one of the shortest skirts you owned today of all days, and he stuck close behind you to keep you from flashing anyone.

“hwa,” you whined as you both waited in line for the next ride. the sun was beaming down on you. you shuffled in place uncomfortably. “can you like, give me some space here? it’s hot as balls out here.”

seonghwa didn’t move an inch. he stayed in place, his taller form close behind you. you both probably looked ridiculous to everyone around you; they were all probably thinking you were that kind of couple. “sorry, can’t do that. not when you’re on the verge of flashing everyone in this damn park. what made you think wearing a mini skirt to an amusement park was a good idea?”

you huffed. “i don’t know. i just wanted to!” you tried to step forward, but two hands kept you firmly in place. “hwa, it’s really not that bad.”

“baby, one gust of wind and everyone can see your ass. and personally, i’m not too keen on everyone getting a view of you like that.” the queue moved, and you both shuffled a few steps forward.

“i’m wearing underwear —”

“god,” seonghwa groaned, his hands tightening on your hips. he was even closer now than before, his front pressed flat against your back. he dipped his head to whisper in your ear. “either you deal with me like this, or i’m taking you home and ripping this skirt off you. understand?”

you nodded slowly, a little taken aback by his words. that second option didn’t seem like that bad of a choice….

yunho

yunho wasn’t keen of your skirt at the beginning of your date, and he certainly wasn’t fond of it now as he watched you throw your leg over the carousel horse. your skirt was so short, and as you straddled the horse it did little to cover your ass. he took a second to appreciate the sight of your panties peeking under what your skirt couldn’t quite cover, but then he noticed the people behind you were also appreciating the view.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” yunho whispered to himself as he got on the horse behind you, much to your confusion.

“there’s a free horse right here,” you said, pointing to the horse next to you where he should have been. you looked at him over your shoulder, and you caught the dip of his gaze.

“i’ll sit here. this spot’s got a…good view.” his gaze lingered on your ass for a moment as he hoped his larger frame could block you from the sight of those behind him. he groaned inwardly when you wiggled your ass; his dick twitched and fuck it this was not the time or place for this.

you giggled when you realized, unbothered that you’d flashed more than just your boyfriend. you noticed the bob of his adam’s apple before you turned to the front again. even as the carousel began to spin, you felt his eyes remain on your backside.

yunho was thankful when the carousel stopped and the two of you were off, but his pants felt a little more snug than they had before the ride. he grabbed your smaller hand and lead you towards the park exit, not giving you any other choice but to follow him.

“yunho, where are we going?”

he didn’t even look back. “home so i can get you out of that fucking skirt.”

yeosang

yeosang was not one to say much about your outfit choices, even during times like this when you were skipping around the amusement park in what appeared to be the shortest skirt he’d ever seen you wear. he was walking behind you, struggling in silence, eyes glued to your backside even though he tried so hard not to stare.

you whirled around with a beaming smile. “yeosang, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” your skirt twirled when you turned to face him; you undoubtedly just flashed everyone around you. yeosang was really going through it.

“uh, okay, baby. let’s go ride it.” yeosang was thankful the ferris wheel carts were enclosed. the last thing he wanted was you hoisted in the air for the whole park to see under your skirt. but inside the cart, you really must have wanted him to suffer when you plopped yourself right on his lap.

“fuck, baby, what are you trying to do to me?” his low voice was raspy, a groan slipping out when you shifted in his lap to make yourself more comfy. he felt himself starting to get stiff, and getting a hard on on a ferris wheel was not ideal.

you faced him and smiled; you looked so innocent, but there was a mischievous gleam in your eyes that he couldn’t miss. “i’m not doing anything, yeo.”

yeosang let out a sound that was a combination of a scoff, groan, and laugh. “bull shit.” his palms were grazing your thighs and traveling upwards, fingers dipping under your skirt. he swallowed hard when you gasped, the sound going straight to his dick. “god, i can’t believe you. i hope you’re planning on helping me out here, right?”

san

“and we have a winner!” the amusement park employee handed san the prize he’d won, a large plushie just about the size of his whole upper body. san was quick to hand it to you, laughing at the way you struggled to hold it.

in your excitement, you twirled around, your newly won plushie squished in your arms. but your skirt, a bit too short, flew up and gave a quick flash of the pink panties that lied underneath. “san, i love it! what should i name it?”

san laughed nervously, quickly drawing to your side and smoothing his hands over your hips to keep your skirt down. “i’m glad you love it, but baby,” he practically whined at you. “you can’t be out here twirling like that. you wanna flash the whole park?”

you giggled, snuggling your plushie tighter. “sorry, sannie.”

san smiled and kissed the top of your head. “silly little baby in your tiny skirts. i think you’re trying to mess with me.” his hands stayed on your hips while he fought the temptation to reach down and grope your ass.

“maybe a little,” you admitted with another giggle. “but i knew you’d like it, so that’s why i wore it.” you felt excitement bubble in your belly when you saw the way his gaze darkened a little.

“oh, i do like it,” san agreed. “but i think everyone else here does, too. and i can’t have others looking at you like this. so, how about i get you home, yeah?”

mingi

mingi had lost count of how many times he’d seen your ass so far today. not that he could complain about that, but he was certainly confused as to why you decided to wear a mini skirt to an amusement park. “baby, you keep messing with your skirt, but it’s not gonna get any longer.”

you huffed at him while you pulled at your skirt. you were regretting your decision making skills currently. was the outfit cute? yes. was it practical for the occasion? no. but you didn’t want to admit defeat; your boyfriend would be way too smug. “it’s fine, just needed a little fixing.”

he watched you very obviously grow frustrated with your short skirt, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “oh yeah? I bet you won’t last much longer until you’re begging me to give you my jacket to cover up.”

you put your hands on your hips. “i bet i’ll be just fine.”

mingi chuckled as he closed in on you. “fine. but if i win, that skirt’s coming off as soon as we get in the car.”

your heart leaped in your chest at the meaning of his words. even though it was enticing, you still didn’t want to admit that you were dumb for wearing this skirt. so you tried not to fiddle with it for the rest of the day, tried to act unbothered that you were giving everyone in the park a free view of your undies. but you eventually had enough, and soon you had your boyfriend’s denim jacket wrapped around your hips, a signal of your defeat.

mingi brought his lips to your ear when you both got in the car later, his hand traveling up your thigh. “skirt off, baby.”

wooyoung

“woo, get some pictures of me in front of the ferris wheel!” you handed your phone to your boyfriend and ran to get in front of the ferris wheel.

wooyoung knelt down to get the best angles, but as he snapped photo after photo, all he could focus on was how short your skirt was. and every time you changed to a different pose your panties flashed as your skirt moved. “well, if you’re goal is to show off your panties in every single picture, i’d say you succeeded.”

you frowned and rushed to take your phone from him. you swiped through the pics and he was right, your panties could be seen in every shot. you sighed. “well, it’s because of the angle. you were crouched down the whole time. it’s like you wanted to get shots up my skirt, you perv!”

wooyoung laughed. “it’s not me! it’s that little mini skirt of yours. maybe you should have worn something a little more appropriate for the occasion.” he laughed some more when you playfully swatted at his arm.

you couldn’t help the way your cheeks grew warm. you gave him your phone again and walked back towards the ferris wheel. “okay, get some more pics. but this time, no pervy up the skirt shots, alright?”

“you look too fucking good in that skirt. can’t make any promises, baby.” wooyoung gave you a wink before snapping some more photos.

jongho

jongho was judging you. hard. and not because you were in a short skirt, but rather because you looked way too damn good in it. and you were in an amusement park, one of the last places to be wearing something so short. other men were staring, thinking they were being sneaky with their glances, but he caught them. it was making him feel a little aggravated; not with you, but with the way he needed to have you but couldn’t because you weren’t at home.

you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend as you searched for the next thing to ride. “we haven’t done the carousel yet. wanna go ride that?”

there was a mental image of you straddling one of the carousel horses and jongho tensed. “you sure that’s such a good idea?”

you looked at him in confusion. “why wouldn’t it be?”

“well…” jongho peered down at your skirt, and you got the hint.

you smirked. “oh. does it bother you?”

he cleared his throat. “it does,” he admitted. “but in a ‘you’re driving me insane and i have the sudden urge to take you home’ kind of way.” his grip on your hand tightened.

you giggled as you looked at him. he looked tense, and it was so obvious how affected he was. all because of your skirt. “we ride this ferris wheel then go home. deal?”

jongho groaned. “deal.”

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8. Make Seonghwa cum in you or Yunho cum in your mouth?

It’s the breeding kink for me,,, thank you for the lovely words 🩷

Warnings: smut, pwp, creampies, it was protected sex for like two seconds until y/n is too fucked out from pleasure that she begs to remove the condom, dom!seonghwa

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

“I think we should use a condom”, you tell Seonghwa breathlessly as he’s drowning you with his lips, leaving barely any area of skin untouched. He’s been so pent up from his schedule recently that the moment he sees you, his hands are all over you while your clothes were not. It doesn’t take very long for him to roll a condom over his hard erection before he slips himself into you, as he watches your face contort into pleasure when he slowly fills you up.

Seonghwa is now rutting into you, groaning at how your cunt is swallowing him deeper to accommodate his length, but despite the pumps of dopamine that releases every time he feels himself twitch in you, he feels that something is missing. He bites his inner cheek, growing frustrated as his thrusts grow harder, watching the way you’re squirming against his body every time your tits and ass bounce when he fucks into you harder. His palms graze along your legs before he bends them to have his cock reach deeper parts of your throbbing cunt. Fuck, that feels a lot better but he’s still not satisfied.

His attention shifts to the condom that hugs his cock, and he grunts. He really wants to pull it off so bad, but he stops himself from letting his dick think for him (as if he isn’t borderline dancing on the fence is euphoria with his dick pumping in and out of you). He really needs to fucking breed you the more he hears your desperate sobs of begging him to fuck you harder. Seonghwa thinks he’s holding up pretty well, deciding to let himself attempt to slowly chase his orgasm. That is, until you mutter, “not enough”, staring up at him with those glazed out eyes he cannot get enough of.

His hands find your cheeks, the warmth of his palm engulfing your skin, as he watches you pant and whine into his palm. You lock your eyes with his.

“Hwa”, you whine, your abdomen flexing when he hits your sweet spot once more.

He hums in reply.

“Get the condom off.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widen. He completely stills in you for a moment. He blinks twice.

You stare back with scrunched eyebrows and a pout, your body tingling with crave to be just fucked raw.

“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asks, giving your thighs soft strokes.

“Yeah. It’s okay. Please. Fuck, I need you raw”, you plead. Seonghwa bites his lip, his rationale is thrown out the window when you beg him so nicely like that.

And when he pulls out, your hands reach over to yank the condom off his cock, dropping the worn latex off somewhere on the floor. Seonghwa watches you as you wrap your legs around his waist, sinking back into his cock with a relieved sigh. Seonghwa groans as his cock envelopes into your heat once more, now more sensitive and so mind breakingly good.

“Fuck. That feels so good. So warm”, Seonghwa sighs, pulling your body closer to him as he begins mindlessly fucking you into the bed again. He’s dizzy with pleasure every time he sinks his cock into your warm pussy. Your toes are curled from your sweet spot being hammered over and over again, and you fucking swear through the stars bursting through your eyelids that you were made for him to ruin and bred stupid. Your eyes water from the pleasure as you leave pretty marks down his back.

Seonghwa grunts, and he pulls back slightly, watching the way you cream on his cock before slamming right back in, while sucking the perfect spot on your neck. Your eyes roll back and you completely let go on his cock, your thighs shaking when your mind goes completely blank, clawing his back and crying about how it’s all too much.

“You wanted to get rid of the condom, Angel. Now you’re complaining how it’s too much?” He teases as he fucks you through your orgasm, drawing it as long as he could, the overstimulation making you cream even more.

“I’m cumming, babe. Ah, fuck. Why do you have to feel so fucking good?”

Seonghwa is desperately rutting into you now, his orgasm just dangling over him.

Your legs tighten around his waist as you keep him close to you, finding the energy to whisper softly into his ears with words that you know would drive him over the edge.

“Fucking dump it all in my cunt, Hwa. You know you want to.”

Seonghwa spits broken curses once more as his hips jerks deeper into you, his orgasm crashing into him as ropes of cum unload into your cunt.

He stays above you for a moment, trying to regulate his breathing as his arms stay curled around your body. Then Seonghwa slowly pulls out, not missing out on the soft groan that leaves your lips when he does.

He presses a kiss on your temple before snuggling up behind you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you close to him.

“You sure that was okay? Like removing the condom?” He asks, a hint of worry in his voice as his fingers draw gentle circles on your thigh.

“Yeah. I suddenly remembered that I have birth control”, you reply, as you absentmindedly play with his fingers.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows scrunch as he slowly gets up from the bed, and now he’s above you with a funny glint in his eye.

“Ah, so I should make sure you’re swollen with cum by the end of the evening, shouldn’t I?”

You stare back at him, blinking while wearing the most blank expression before you realise it.

Fuck.

all of ateez are losers but they're all so fucking fine I can't stand them anymore

Drunkteez

maknaeline x f!reader

Genre: humour, explicit, fluff

Warnings: MDNI 18+

San

Y/N sighed as she unlocked the door to their apartment, half-carrying San, who was draped over her shoulder and giggling incoherently. He had enjoyed himself a little too much at the party tonight, and now it was her job to get him to bed in one piece.

“Come on, San, let’s get you to bed,” she coaxed, trying to steer him toward the bedroom.

San, however, had other ideas. He flopped down onto the couch, throwing his head back and laughing loudly. “Y/N, you know what? You know what I really want in life?” he slurred, looking at her with bleary eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his drunken antics. “What’s that, San?”

“I just want… I just want to have a good time,” he declared, waving his arms dramatically. “And I want you. And… and…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious about what was coming next. “And what?”

“And I want my dick sucked,” he finished, very pleased with himself.

Y/N burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. The way he said it, with such drunken earnestness, was too much. “San, you’re ridiculous,” she managed to say between giggles.

San looked confused, his brows furrowing. “What’s so funny? I’m serious! I just want you and my dick sucked!” He repeated, as if emphasizing the point would make it clearer.

Y/N shook her head, still laughing as she tugged him up from the couch. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, Casanova.”

San stumbled along beside her, still talking. “No, but seriously, Y/N. Like, in all the ways. There’s… there’s the… uh… the gentle way,” he started, counting on his fingers. “And then there’s the… the fast way. And then there’s…”

Y/N chuckled, guiding him into the bedroom. “San, you can tell me all about it in the morning when you’re sober.”

San pouted, but he let her help him into bed. “You’re no fun,” he mumbled as she pulled the covers over him.

Y/N leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, San. Sweet dreams.”

San’s eyes fluttered closed, and he smiled contentedly. “Goodnight, Y/N. Don’t forget… about the… you know…”

Y/N shook her head fondly, watching as he finally drifted off to sleep. She couldn’t wait to tease him about this in the morning.

Mingi

Mingi had had a bit too much to drink at their friend’s party, and now she was struggling to get him ready for bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes glazed and a goofy smile plastered on his face. His shirt was half off, and he was doing absolutely nothing to help her get it the rest of the way.

“Come on, Mingi,” Y/N said with a sigh, trying to tug the shirt over his head. “Lift your arms.”

He just laughed, his hands staying limp at his sides. “Y/N, your hair looks like spaghetti,” he slurred, and then giggled as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his silliness. “Thanks, babe. Now, arms up.”

Instead of following her instructions, Mingi's head lolled forward, and suddenly, his face was buried in her chest. Y/N froze, her cheeks heating up. This was not how she had envisioned the evening going.

“Mingi!” she exclaimed, trying to pull back, but his head was heavy, and she couldn’t quite manage to escape.

He mumbled something against her, his words muffled. She tried to push him back gently, but he was like dead weight. Finally, she managed to lift his head, his eyes blinking up at her with a dazed expression.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” she asked, still struggling to get the shirt off.

“One day,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to concentrate really hard, “I wanna try something.”

She paused, her curiosity piqued. “What do you want to try, Mingi?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered, “I wanna rub my dick between your boobs.”

For a moment, Y/N was stunned into silence. Then, she burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. Mingi looked up at her, confused but happy that she was laughing.

“You’re so drunk,” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “But thank you for sharing that.”

Mingi pouted, clearly not understanding why she was laughing so hard. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

She kissed his forehead, finally managing to pull his shirt all the way off. “I know, babe. We can talk about it when you’re sober.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and flopped back onto the bed, instantly passing out. Y/N shook her head, still chuckling as she pulled the covers over him.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung stumbled into the apartment, his steps unsteady and his words slurred. "Y/N, I'm home!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the quiet space.

Y/N looked up from the book she was reading, shaking her head with a smile. She had expected this after his night out with the boys. "Here we go," she muttered to herself as she got up to help him.

She found him in the living room, struggling to take off his shoes. "Let me help you," she said, bending down to untie his laces. He swayed slightly, his eyes glazed over.

"Y/N, you're so pretty," he blurted out, his words tumbling over each other. "Do you know how pretty you are?"

"Thank you, Wooyoung," she replied, guiding him to the couch. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

He nodded, his head bobbing up and down comically. She went to the kitchen, filled a bowl with cold water, and grabbed a washcloth. Returning to the living room, she sat beside him and gently began to wash his face.

The cold water seemed to wake him up a bit. He squinted at her, his expression serious. "Y/N, I have something to tell you," he said, his tone suddenly solemn.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face as she continued to wipe his face.

"I want you to tie me up," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Y/N froze, staring at him in disbelief. "You what?"

He nodded earnestly. "Yeah, during sex. I think it would be fun."

She couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up from her chest, and she let it out, shaking her head. "Wooyoung, you're drunk."

"No, I'm serious," he insisted, his face earnest. "I think about it all the time."

Still laughing, she set the washcloth aside and hugged him. "We'll talk about this in the morning when you're sober, okay?"

He pouted but nodded, resting his head on her shoulder. "Okay, but don't forget. It's important."

"I won't," she promised, still chuckling. "Now let's get you to bed."

She helped him to his feet and guided him to the bedroom, his arm slung over her shoulders. As they settled into bed, she couldn't stop smiling, thinking about the unexpected revelation. Wooyoung's breathing evened out quickly, and he fell asleep with a contented smile on his face.

Jongho

Y/N sighed as she looked over at her boyfriend, Jongho, sprawled out on the couch next to her. He had spent the evening celebrating with his friends and had returned home quite tipsy. Now, he was lying across her lap, his head resting on one of her thighs and his legs draped over the armrest. His weight pinned her down, making it impossible for her to stand up.

Jongho was in the middle of a long-winded, and very slurred, story about the escapades of his night out. His eyes were half-closed, and he gesticulated wildly with one hand, the other wrapped around an empty beer bottle.

"And then Seonghwa, he tried to... to dance on the table, but you know, he slipped, and—oh man, it was hilarious!" Jongho chuckled, his laughter vibrating through her legs.

"Jongho, I really need to get up," Y/N said gently, trying to shift her legs without much success.

Jongho, oblivious to her discomfort, continued his rambling. "Y/N, you should've been there. You would’ve loved it. Hongjoong was... was trying to sing, and it was so off-key, I thought my ears were going to fall off!"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his drunken antics, but she really did need to move. "Jongho, can you sit up for a minute? I need to use the bathroom."

Suddenly, Jongho stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, and he looked up at her face, a serious expression replacing his earlier amusement. "Y/N," he said, his voice suddenly clear and earnest, "you know what I wanna do?"

She raised an eyebrow, curious about the abrupt change in tone. "What is it, Jongho?"

He took a deep breath and then, with all the sincerity in the world, said, "One night, during sex, when you’re in doggy... I wanna spank your ass."

There was a beat of silence as Y/N processed his words. And then, she burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. Jongho's earnest expression, combined with his tipsy state, made the whole situation incredibly amusing.

Jongho looked puzzled, his brows knitting together. "What's so funny?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"You," Y/N managed to say between giggles, "are hilarious when you're drunk."

He pouted, still not understanding the humor. "I'm serious, Y/N. I really wanna spank your ass."

She laughed even harder, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Okay, okay, Jongho. We'll talk about this later. But first, can you please let me get up?"

Jongho finally seemed to realize he was pinning her down. With a groan, he rolled off her and onto the floor, where he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "Fine, go to the bathroom," he said, waving a hand dismissively.

Y/N stood up, stretching her legs and still chuckling. She leaned down and kissed Jongho on the forehead. "You're the best, even when you're drunk and saying silly things."

Jongho grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too," she replied, heading towards the bathroom, still shaking her head in amusement at her boyfriend’s unexpected confession.