I Wanna Ride Joshua On That Couch Of His And Overstimulate Him While Another Member Is Asleep In Their

i wanna ride joshua on that couch of his and overstimulate him while another member is asleep in their bedroom (pretend they’re his roommate i forget if he lives with one of them or not)

he lives by himself but for the sake of this ajshsh he lives with jeonghan

your knees sink into the cushions as you straddle your boyfriend’s lap and settle on his cock. your throw your arms around his neck, wrists dangling over the back of the couch as his hands find the small of your back.

“god, you’re so fucking wet,” joshua groans. “does that feel good, baby?”

you moan softly in affirmation before catching his lips in a kiss that quickly turns sloppy.

he encourages you to start moving on top of him, palms sliding down to your ass so that he can help you rock back and forth.

you’re so full of him, it’s hard to think about anything else. he has you right where he wants you.

“gotta be quiet,” he reminds you, “jeonghan’s a light sleeper.”

you hadn’t even realized you were making noise until he says that, hadn’t even registered the squeaking of the couch springs— but now that you have, you’re hyper aware of every sound either of you make.

it’s impossible to be quiet when joshua keeps hitting that spot, though. and he does it without even trying. even when you’re sitting completely still, the head of his cock rests against it, making you tighten around him in a way that draws both of you closer to the edge.

“this isn’t going to last long, is it?” joshua whispers, grimacing. you shake your head. “that’s probably for the best,” he concedes.

“jeonghan will appreciate it,” you agree.

“being a quick shot for the sake of my best friend, i’m just considerate like that.”

“wait, so are we not fucking again when we go back to your room?” you ask.

joshua scoffs. “i’m not that considerate.”

cuties 😭💞

overstimming mingyu ♡

dom!gn!reader x sub!mingyu

includes: edging mention, bondage/rope use, nicknames (puppy, love, babe), overstim (obviously), aftercare

notes: holy shit i am so sorry this is so late and so short ㅠㅠ i’ve had major writers block recently & started this blog as a way to curve it, so im not really the best at getting things out on time. ANYWAY did everyone see gyu’s calvin klein pics im literally on my knees for him Uhm…

his chest heaves up and down. his breath is shaky, and he whines your name softly.

your sweet mingyu is so pretty like this, you think.

you’ve been edging him for the better part of an hour, with his hands tied together, and the only thing he can really do right now is squirm and beg for you. not like you’re complaining, though; his warm skin and his almost wrecked voice is more than enough for you.

him, though?

“babe, please, just- just let me cum, please,” mingyu begs. he’s been begging for the past 30 minutes without stopping.

“what did i say, puppy?” your voice is like silk to him.

“… no begging anymore, or you won’t do anything.” mingyu reminds himself.

“there you go.” you pat his head softly, and kiss his cheek. “are you gonna be good now?”

“yes, yes i promise!”

you nod. your hand moves once again, pumping mingyu’s cock slowly. his soft breathing picks up again, and you smile. he’s just so fucking cute.

you run your thumb over the slit of his cock, and he lets out a loud moan, arching his back slightly. you speed up your pace, and the panting begins again.

“babe, please, i’m gonna cum- i- i can’t hold it,” mingyu whines out.

“it’s okay. you can do it. cum for me, love.”

mingyu lets out a shaky breath, and closes his eyes, cumming practically on cue. he shakes and twitches, but when you don’t stop, he whimpers.

“w-what’re you-?”

“you said you wanted to cum. cum for me again, puppy. for me.”

mingyu shakes again, the white hot pain and pleasure coursing through his veins now. he grunts quietly, and hot tears prick at his eyes. he cums again, and you help him through it, slowing down only a little.

his eyes are practically glazed over, but you just love seeing him this way. he pants hard, whining and crying softly from just how overwhelming it is. it’s so fucking good, he can’t get a single word out, but he’s reaching his limit now, and you can tell.

you speed your hand up, using mingyu’s own cum to help. you look down at his chest, and you squeeze at his sensitive pecs. he yelps softly in surprise, and mewls when you begin to pinch at his nipples. he whines again, high and loud, and as you run your thumb over the slit of his cock again, he cums for the third time.

he moans loudly, sobbing from the pleasure, and he pants shakily as you let him go.

“… holy shit.” mingyu laughs softly at himself.

“you’re so gorgeous, puppy. you did so well for me. so good.” you kiss his forehead lightly, and wipe away his tears. you untie his wrists, and check for any rope burn, the same way you always do. when you find none, you rub a small amount of soothing cream onto mingyu’s wrists.

the fact that you do all of this without him having to ask… it warms his heart. in a way, this is the real pleasure, despite what you just did to him. just being with you, taking care of one another… he loves it. he loves you.

7:50 pm - chs

genre: fluff & comfort - warnings: crying over spilled food lol [ a/n: i feel like vernon would drop spaghetti on your outfit by accident ]

there's a sting of disappointment in you as vernon leads you outside the restaurant. it doesn't linger any less when you enter the cool evening air.

"it's really not that bad," he tries to reassure you, his hand gentle on your shoulder. he pulls you away from the exit, trying to distract you from looking at your outfit.

"you're right," you mumble before peering at the bright red stain. "it's really bad."

vernon shakes his head and steps in front of you, using both his hands to make you gently face him. his leather jacket creaks slightly as he moves, the black material contrasting with his perfectly styled hair.

his dark eyes search yours, that apologetic look of his that makes your heartache. but the corners of his lips twitch as if he's trying to hold back a laugh.

"y/n, please," he says tenderly. "it's just spaghetti sauce."

"that is now stained in the fabric!" you bite your lips, tears welling up no matter how hard you try to hold them back. "i just wanted to look good for you." you whisper, your voice cracking.

vernon's eyes widened, a small smile tugging at his lips. seeing him, you can't help but feel your smile threaten through the pout.

"and you do," he says firmly, thumbs brushing against your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears.

you sigh. "no, vernon—"

"and a little spaghetti sauce isn't going to change that," he interrupts. "you looked pretty when you walked in, and you're still pretty when we walked out."

he faintly steps back, taking the sight of you under the soft glow of the moonlight, and knows he's fallen in love again. everything about you makes his heart swell, the way the light reflects on your skin and how your hair catches the breeze.

and here you are, on the verge of more tears and a spaghetti-stained outfit, yet you're still the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

"i think i just fell in love with you again," he blurts without thinking.

you blink, confused and a bit startled but it makes you forget about the stain. he shook his head again, quickly brushing off his spoken-out-loud inner thought.

"uh, babe, i'm really sorry about the spaghetti," vernon squeezes your hand, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin. "so, what do you say we forget about the spaghetti 'n walk around? get some ice cream?"

you nod, a small grin forming through your own tears. "y-yeah, okay," you agree. "you're paying for the dry cleaner, though." you say, hand tightening in his.

“fair enough,” he chuckles, leading you away.

Begin Again

Summary: This is your first date since breaking up with your ex in eight months. You spent all that time thinking that love isn't worth the trouble anymore, because it only causes pain, misery, and endings. But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it Begin Again.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters/Pairing: Joshua x gn!Reader

AU/Trope Info: Non-Idol!AU, Strangers to Dating

Word Count: 700 and some change

Warnings: Reader wears heels, lmk if i miss something!

A/N: i miss joshua hong, divider by @okiedokreations

Looking in the mirror, you do a once-over at your outfit. As you let out a shaky breath to calm your nerves down. You're getting ready for the first date you've been on since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, finally getting the confidence to wear the heels you used to love before dating him. You never wore them because he hated them, but it felt freeing to finally have them on.

Grabbing your coat and keys, you turn the lock to your apartment before getting your earbuds out, your favorite song playing through them. Another thing you missed during your relationship with your ex, you'd never have the opportunity to play your songs around him, ‘I never get your song choices’, he'd say.

Arriving at the cafe where you'd meet your date, you half-expected him to be late, like your ex always was, instead he got here early. Standing up from his table to eagerly wave you over with a large smile. This brings you comfort immediately, offering him back a shy wave and small smile.

Just as you were about to pull out your chair to sit down, he jogged around the table to pull your chair out for you, motioning for you to take your seat. Pushing your chair in to help you get seated, he offers you another gentle smile, “It's nice to meet you.” He said. He doesn't realize how nice it is to be treated like this, he probably thinks it's the bare minimum, but compared to your ex, his company is already a lot more enjoyable. 

“This is so nice, thank you for choosing this place, Joshua. It's so nice to meet you too.” You said, trying to quell your excitement for this date. It's already going so well, the conversation between the two of you flowed easily, carrying an air of light-heartedness you haven’t experienced in a long while.

“Really? James Taylor? That's amazing! I've never met anyone who had as many, or maybe more, records from him. He's amazing, I actually learned to play guitar just to cover his songs!” Joshua beams with excitement, doe eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as you mirror his excitement, eagerly asking when you'd be able to hear him play. He offers you a second date at a bar he plays at regularly, and obviously, you accept.

You tell more stories about your life, it felt extremely freeing to talk about your interests openly like this, and Joshua is such a good listener, he nods along, eyes focused and present, just enjoying watching you talk about yourself. He seemed so interested in whatever you liked too, openly commenting that he's going to take note of everything you say for your next date. You feel a little shy, being seen for the first time in over a year.

You tell each other more and more, funny moments in your lives that leave a lasting, happy memory in your mind. He throws his head back, laughing loudly like a little kid, full-belly laughter that was so contagious you couldn't help but laugh along. You think that this felt nice, for Joshua to think you were so funny. It's a little strange too, your ex never seemed to think you were funny at all.

The date ended sooner than you wanted it to end, Joshua, ever the gentleman, offered to walk you to your car down the block. You had such a great time with him, it was like feeling a weight being lifted from your shoulders with just how easy it was to be around him. 

You almost brought him up, your ex, how you were comparing Joshua to him the entire time, but Joshua starts to talk about his favorite movies, the ones his family watches every single Christmas, and how he loves Christmas in general. And you genuinely wanted to just talk about that.

And for the first time, what's past is past.

You've been spending the last eight months thinking: all love ever does is break and burn, and end.

"Hey, do you wanna catch a movie sometime?"

But on a Wednesday in a cafe, you watched it Begin Again.

waking up and still feeling too sleepy so you just roll over, pull coups’ arm over you and bury your face into his chest 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ morning snuggles

this is so cute aaa like just imagine waking up to the sound of your usual early morning alarm, but you're still so sleepy because you slept late last night and you want nothing more than to sleep in a bit today. you roll over to the other side, snuggling closer to seungcheol and you pull his arm over you as you snuggle closer into his chest.

he stirs awake slightly, his chest rising and falling in a steady, rhythmic pattern. you could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, a steady, soothing drum that matched the slow, lazy rhythm of your own breath. seugncheol's arm tightened around you instinctively, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he awoke to the delightful weight of you snuggled close.

"morning sleepyhead", he mumbles softly, his voice still thick with sleep but filled with a warm, affectionate tone. "morning,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his chest.

"don't let me go, you're so warm", you mutter and he chuckles softly, a low, comforting sound that tickles your ear. “never,” he promises, his arms tightening around you in a tender embrace as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.