Ateez Oneshot Smuts

Yeosang

I'm so tired. I'm exhausted, but still I can't sleep. I've been tossing and turning all night, my body still reacting to all that transpired during the day. I still can't understand my anger to seeing him play around with other members and the fans. All of them gushing over his muscles and all those apples.

Dear God those apples. Do they know how I feel when I watch him split apples with his bare hands? How i want him to split me with those strong hands. How I want those hands wrapped around my throat? How can he be so cute yet so strong? It literally makes no sense.

I got hard the minute he made eye contact with me while splitting an apple. I swear he did it on purpose. I've been walking around hard the whole day. I'm so hard it hurts. I honestly shouldn't be doing this but...

Yeosang runs his hand through his hair, down his face, his fingers brushing against his lips and going around his throat. His other hand slips under his t-shirt to pinch his nipples. Squeezing his neck, his back arches off the bed as a jolt of pleasure makes it's way to his groin. Removing his hand from his neck, he let's it run down his body and slips it into his shorts, cupping himself. His mouth falls open in a silent moan at the pressure.

"Joongie..."

He freezes his movements hearing his roommate mumble in his sleep. Looking across to the other bed, he watches as Seonghwa turns and cuddles into his pillow.

Too wound up to sleep, he stands and makes his way to the bathroom. He closes the door, leaving the lights off so he doesn't wake up Hwa and opens the windows letting in the cool breeze and moonlight. Looking around for a place to get comfortable, he notices something next to the hamper.

Picking it up he realises it's his apple breaker's shirt that he had worn that day. Picking it up, he brings it to his face and takes a deep breath, filling up his lungs with his scent. Pulling off his own t-shirt, he runs the shirt across his chest, imaging the owner of the shirt was standing right before him.

As an idea popped in his head, he leaned on the door and slowly pulled down his pants imagining he was sitting there watching him. Blushing, he takes his shaft into his hand as he brings back the shirt to his face.

He slowly runs his hand up and down his shaft collecting the precum leaking from the tip. He looks at the shirt in his hand, thinking about it owner.

His beautiful face. His mischievous eyes. His beautiful smile. Those soft pink lips. His strong chest. His apple breaking hands. The veins running down his arms as he splits an apple.

"Oh! Aaahhh mhmmm..."

Stroking himself faster, he imagines him sitting there. Watching him. He puts a show on for him. Dropping the shirt, he slowly runs his hand all over his body, his hair, his lips, his neck, up his stomach to pinch his hard buds.

"Yessss..."

Feeling himself get closer to the edge, he speeds up his strokes and brings down his other hand to cup and massage his sack. His knees get weaker and weaker and he slides down to the floor.

"Oh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The cold floor on his back sends a shock through his body. Lying down, he spreads his legs showing off his pink hole.

*Apple Breaker*
*Yeosang*

"So beautiful. Is that all for me?"
"Yes, only you. Always."
"What do you need from me? Can you tell me?"
"I-I need you... to touch me."
"Where? Show me how to touch you."

"Oh! Oh, Oh Gaaaaaawd." He moans as he increases his strokes his other hand slipping down to caress his entrance. Collecting preacum from his tip, he uses it as lube and slips his finger in, messaging his walls.
"Oh Gaaaaawwd yes."

"My name's not God baby."
"Naur... I can't..."
"Don't get shy on me now. Is God the one making you feel like that?"
"No."
"Who is?"
"You... hmmm..."
"Say my name."

Yeosang stroked himself faster as he sliped a second finger into himself. He adjusted his hand and hit his prostrate. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body bowing off the floor.

Feeling a tingle start at the bottom of his back and making it's way through his entire body, he thought of the one he wants most in the world. His apple breaker ramming into him as he wrapped one of his strong hands around his throat, cutting off his air supply.

Spreading his legs wider, he abandons his penis and brings his hand up to his throat as he fingers himself faster and harder.

"YESSSSSSSSS," he breathed, his mouth falling open at the sensation that was taking over his body.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Yes," he whimpered, going faster and faster, his had squeezing his throat tighter and tighter.
"Fuuuck," he chocked out.

"Say my name, Yeosang. Say it! Now!"

As Yeosang went over the edge, he had no control over his body. His body tensed up, his back arching of the floor, his legs shaking. His mouth called out to the one person he needs more than anything. The named flowed out of his mouth as a needy moan, then increased to him screaming.

"Jongho. J-J-Jonghoooo...! JONGHOOOOOO! Fuck Yes! Aaahhhhngggg..."

"That's it baby, no one else makes you feel like this. Only I can make you so shameless. Look at you, twitching on the bathroom floor, calling out my name. So beautiful. My beauty. I love you.

"Mmm I l-love... you. Mmmhhhmmm..."
Yeosang lay on the floor trying to regain his breath. He needed to stand up and clean himself but his legs don't feel like they would work. The only thing he needed now was Jongho's strong arms wrapped around him.

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"Jongho. J-J-Jonghoooo...! JONGHOOOOOO! Fuck Yes! Aaahhhhngggg..."

"Huh?!" Seonghwa shot up in his bed. He had been fast asleep and was woken up by shouting. Listening, he heard the sounds coming from the bathroom.

"Again?!! It's been 3 times this week Sangie," he muttered to himself as he turned and tried to get back to sleep.
"For such a quiet person, you sure are loud when you cum."

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