Beyond The Backstage

His breath fans on your skin. Warm. Teeth dig into the curve of your neck, his palms soothing the dip of your waist.

“Hyune…” you hitch at the sting of his canines sinking deeper into the flesh, pushing his shoulders in a poor attempt of creating some brief distance.

To knock some sense into him.

“Should we be doing this here–,” you blurt out, wet lashes fluttering to shake the water off them. The boys had just moved inside, leaving you and Hyunjin on your own, giving him the opportunity to pounce on what was his.

That is, you.

Hyunjin's lips press against the mark swelling red, plump lips gliding to your collarbone in light pampers. He hushes your whines, drinking where water had splashed on the smooth skin. “Who cares?”

You huff.

Who cares?

He should. Considering that no one is aware of this thing you two have going on — especially after they each promised to keep their dicks tucked in their pants, only for Hyunjin to break the oath the second you decided to look at him with those pleading eyes. How could a man refuse such an offer? You did this to him.

“They won't know if you keep it down,” his gaze drifts, meeting yours amidst the heat of his tongue grazing the curve of your breast. He grins, cocky. “Can you at least do that?”

Your eyes roll, pinching his arm with a flush creeping up your neck. He winces, kicking the bottom of the pool to lift himself up. “Don't be stupid… if they catch us then–”

“Then what?” he interrupts, tone challenging. “They find out that you're mine? Good, they were starting to piss me off.” he says and you blink, a question dying in your throat when he steps closer, forcing a proximity where his forehead bumps into yours. “Don't tell me you haven't noticed?” He hooks a finger around the loop attaching your bottom, watching the confidence in your body morph into compliance the closer he gets to taking what he's been craving all night. “You're denser than I thought.”

“What–”

“I thought,” he says, blown out pupils staring right into yours. “That you would be able to tell when a man wants to fuck you…” his palms stroke your thighs, parting them further. 

“When he wants to keep you wide open for him.” Hyunjin guides you towards the edge of the pool with his words and your back curves to the shape of it. “Making you arch for him… hand pressed to your spine.”

You yelp when he abruptly pivots you, maneuvering your body with practiced ease. His mouth makes contact with your ear, voice unbearably hot in a whisper, “Bending you over to split your tiny cunt on his cock. Dripping and cum oozing out after he's done.”

“Hyunjin…” you beg, fingers clamping down on the hard border.

“That's how they look at you,” his hand runs lower, teasing the edge of your bikini. “Don't you think it's my right to take you right now, right here. Let them find out, I don’t give a fuck.” He doesn't wait for a definite answer, because your silence speaks louder than simple words, quietly offering yourself to him just how he loves it. “Hm, that's what I thought.” he coos, hand finally gliding underneath the bottom. His fingers find your slit, drawing the cutest gasp from your throat.

“Easy now,” he inches lower, feeling the dampness that isn’t from the ripples crashing against your bodies. Cursing under his breath, he rolls his middle finger over your clit. Teasing, tempting you to whine into the movement. You do, shamefully so, encouraging him to do more. Give you more.

Insatiable.

He holds a laugh, lips wrapping onto your earlobe while his other hand holds your jaw tight, urging soft sighs from you. “Come on, show me how badly you want it,” his words goad you, meek hands gripping his arm, diving him deeper towards your heat. He hums in approval when your hand snakes above his, showing him the spot of your desire.

Hyunjin spreads your folds with two fingers, movement fluid against your wetness. He wastes no time in giving you what you're begging him for, hearing the plates in the kitchen clank and chairs scraping. There's scarcely any time left before you're interrupted. “Arch for me,” he instructs. You obey, perking your rear onto him, grinding onto his erection. He sucks in a breath, the intrusion of his fingers has you biting your bottom lip, two thick digits rubbing against your walls in slick ease. “God,” he slaps a palm over your mouth, muffling your growing moans as he hits the spot that melts the rigidity in your body.

“Hyunjin…” you mumble onto his skin, thighs wrapping themselves around him. He licks your flesh, the sweat cracking at your back sweet on his tongue, sucking the area just above the strap of your bikini. Paying you no mind, the water engulfs the otherwise loud squelches of his fingers ramming inside of your pussy. “Hyun–,” you try to warn, a knot coiling embarrassingly fast. Every simple touch is enough to have your stomach contracting, muscles spasming, beginning to tremble underneath him.

He notices, attention perked. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles and it sends you to the edge. Biting onto his thumb, he pushes it past your lips, amused with the drool that spills past the bruised tissues. “You good?” The smirk is evident in his tone.

You wish you had the strength to punch the smugness out of him. However, he flips you to face him and his dark expression folds you. Heart squeezing almost immediately. The strain in his swim shorts brushes your knee, leg purposely grinding on him. He groans, forehead creasing into a pleasured frown. He brings you closer, nose ghosting on yours, “Open.”

You do. God, you do.

Lips parting just for him, a high pitched noise leaves him, tongue darting out to dance with yours. Obscene. The kiss is lewd and full of need. Throwing your arms around his neck, his fingers entangle in your wet hair, pinning you to the edge of the pool. He takes what he wants, rolling his pants to free himself, he eggs your bottom to the side. “Don't make a sound,” he warns, grinning into the kiss, “–unless you want everyone to know about our dirty secret.”

There's nothing delicate in the way he steadies your hips, grasping you with a barely controlled touch as he forces you down on his cock. Fully bottoming out in one go, stretched beyond limit in a wet burn. Your cry is swallowed by his searing mouth, sharing your moans with your tongues. You're hardly kissing back, mouth wide and open for him to use while he jerks his hips towards you, tip probing at your cervix from how big he is. “s' big…” you sob, tears swelling up your eyes.

Hyunjin gentles you, pampering kisses alongside your cheek, a deep contrast to the harsh pace of his cock into your poor pussy. “Baby don't cry…” he soothes. An act. Mockery hidden underneath the sweet words he reassures you with, great satisfaction filling him the second your teeth bite into his shoulder, trying your best to keep quiet. How endearing.

The door cracks open, a voice emerging from it. “Hey guys, dinner's ready–,” Felix informs, pausing as he realises the strange proximity between you two. “What's going on?” he asks and you freeze. Big eyes lifting to meet Hyunjin's in a panicked daze, ears flushed. Hyunjin blinks, way too slowly for someone in his current position, muscle nudging at the inside of his cheek.

Cock still pulsating inside of your cunt.

He doesn't bother to pull out, merely opting to cradle your cheek in fake concern. “She had something in her eye. I was blowing it out, look at her poor tears.” he says, smiling wide and innocently. “Isn't that right, yn-ah?”

“Huh–” your vision drifts to Felix who is staring, then back to Hyunjin's unbothered expression, involuntarily clenching on him as he decides to pinch your sensitive nub, face contorting to one of brief pleasure before you can catch yourself. “Yes!” you hitch. “My lashes flew into my eye… we'll come soon– ah…” the last syllable fades into a distant moan, praying that Felix doesn't pick up on what is going on underwater.

“Right…” he replies, nodding in a skeptical glance but he doesn't push further. “Hurry up or it'll run cold.” The door clicks shut and you exhale. A huge one, an expression of displeasure washing over you as you hit an amused Hyunjin.

“Are you serious–?!” you scold and he shrugs.

“With what?” he jokes, rolling his hips into yours. “This?”

“Hyunjin, fuck– don't do that again…” you hope to sound threatening. You really do but it's futile, the sentence comes off as a plea. A plea that opposes the threat.

“It sure seemed like you liked it though,” he replies, bumping your clit. “You were clenching down on me like crazy. Think I couldn't feel you getting wetter?” he tilts his head, lifting your chin in a search for your abashed expression. “Don't act coy now, let's finish this upstairs yeah?”

Where he's got you to himself. Uninterrupted.

—

seungmin took his rightful place on the chair by his clothing rack, waiting for you to come back and let him know what type of outfit he will be wearing in today’s group interview for mtv. you went off to find a necklace that would pull the whole outfit together but unfortunately it was taking longer than expected, stuck between some good pieces that could make the final cut. you were unaware of seungmin’s gaze on your soft and delicate hands as they held multiple necklaces of different styles. those same hands that caressed his cheeks whenever you too shared a quick kiss, not wanting to draw attention to the already forbidden involvement. his cheeks turned a slight rosy color, chuckling to himself at the memory, “you don’t know what you do to me, pretty girl” he whispers, hoping that you will somehow hear his voice amidst the chaos.

you returned once you had the necklace picked out, laying it down on the table with care, “that took longer than expected. i’m sorry, seungmin”, you quietly said as you began to pick out the outfit. “don’t worry, pretty, i know you only want what’s best for your man” seungmin replied in a casual manner, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. your eyes widened at his choice of words, how could he be so careless about this situation, putting your job and his career at risk. you lean forward towards him, making it seem like you’re fixing his earring so the others wouldn’t suspect a thing, “are you crazy? do you want us both fired?” you hiss quietly as you stare him down with such seriousness. he smiles feigning innocence, his puppy like demeanor making you melt in seconds, “i’m just teasing, y/n. i made sure no one was around to hear me, i promise. i wouldn’t do that to you” he stated as his face showed sympathy for a brief moment. you sighed knowing he actually wouldn’t jeopardize both of your lives, he just wants to spend time with his beautiful woman, that’s all.

and that’s how you ended up in his hotel room after shooting was finished. you sat comfortably in his lap as he caressed the side of your thigh with one hand and the other was settled on your lower back. your head laid on his shoulder, your eyes glued to the cream colored wall, while both your mind and heart were at war. “seungmin”, you spoke barely above a whisper. “yes, sweet girl?” he replied as he continued to place gentle kisses on the top of your head. “what are we?” your voice slightly cracking at the end of the infamous question. although you both had established a benefit based relationship, you couldn’t help but fall for him… and he did the same. “we aren’t just friends… right?”, you murmured, “right, we aren’t…” seungmin declared, suddenly scrambling for what to say

or, in a better way, how to confess. “but i’m tired of pretending we’re just friends who just happened to sleep together to relieve some stress”, seungmin then flips you over onto your back, making sure your head is resting on a pillow. “i fell for you, y/n. i really did. i tried ignoring it for quite some time now but i can’t hold back any longer”, your eyes searched his for some sort of lie, feeling this was too good to be true, but you only found raw devotion.

his hand comes up and holds your face with such delicacy, afraid you might shatter into pieces if he were to be too rough. “and seeing you talk to those other guys who aren’t worth your time made my skin crawl. i wanted to walk up and kiss you right then and there, letting them know who has your heart”, he revealed, his heartbeat syncing up with yours at a perfect time.

you couldn’t believe it… seungmin felt the same way this entire time. “why didn’t you?” you whisper, your eyes taking in his wrecked expression. he scoffs at your question, knowing you’re too caught up in his confession to realize how foolish that question is, he leans in, his breath fanning your ear lightly, “i couldn’t, my sweet girl. i’m an idol and you’re supposed to be my stylist… only my stylist. yet here we are, you under me… beautiful as always, flushed, and wanting”, his voice now a husky tone. your body naturally shivers at his words, your hands coming up to tangle themselves in his silky hair, “seungie… i need you, please” you said breathlessly which was enough to push him over the edge.

seungmin captures your lips in a slow heated kiss, his body melts onto yours but still careful not to place his full weight on you. you melt into the kiss the same way he does, both of your lips moving in a synchronized dance that only you two could perform. his hands start to roam your body, caressing then gently groping at your hips and thighs. your tongues beginning to introduce themselves halfway through the dance, carefully moving with such ease and thought. seungmin pulls away reluctantly first, starting to kiss his way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your soft skin. you let out an exhale that turned into a whine, “min…” you muttered, seungmin gets rid of your sweater in one swift motion, his eyes widening as he discovers you weren’t wearing a bra, “baby” he breathed, his hands reaching up to cup your tits, “you’re a fucking goddess” seungmin said with a rasp. you help him by taking his hoodie off, your eyes immediately falling at his well toned torso. “touch me, i’m all yours” seungmin pleaded sweetly, taking your hands and putting them on his chest. he moans at the contact, his chest slightly flexing under your touch. you run your hands down his chest towards his abdomen, using your nails to mark his skin, making him yours. “f-fuck, yes. mark me, mark your territory” he murmured, moaning lowly at your actions.

seungmin’s hands moved towards your jeans, biting his lip as you continued to run your nails through his skin. he pats your ass, a silent command for you to lift your hips up, and you comply. he removed your jeans along with your jeans, his patience rapidly reducing, same with yours. your hands fly to his jeans, undoing them with a new sense of urgency. you pull them down along with his boxers, his thick cock springing up. his tip red and dripping with precum, waiting to be attended to. your mouth waters at the sight and your cunt throbs at the thought of being full with his cock. “i n-need you i-inside me, now” you whimpered, your eyes locked on the prize. “baby i need to prep you, i don’t wanna hurt you” seungmin tries to reason with you, knowing you need some extra preparation to take him comfortably. you shake your head in protest, “you d-don’t understand, seungie, i n-need you now” you cry out. what seungmin doesn’t know is that you’re pretty much soaking through the sheets below you. seungmin nods at your words, seeing the raw need radiating from you. “please tell me if you feel uncomfortable, my sweet girl” he says sincerely, putting your comfort over anything else. you nod enthusiastically, your eyes still gazing at his cock. seungmin positions himself between your parted legs. he places one hand on your hip and grabs himself with the other. seungmin pumps himself a few times before lining up his fat tip to your entrance.

he slowly pushes in, letting out a soft groan at how easily he’s slipping in. you whine at the sensation, arching your back off the bed, pressing your chest against his. “i-i told you…” you whisper, “i see, baby. fuck, you feel incredible like always” seungmin praises with a growl. he begins to move in a moderate pace, making your to pull all the way out and thrust all the way in, his tip almost kissing your cervix. your hands busy themselves by caressing his back, trying to memorize the dips and curves that make him the man he is. “seungie, feel so f-full. i love it so much” you whimper, moans falling from your beautiful lips as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “you’re so warm and tight, baby… you’re almost there, please cum with me. i know you’re right there, be a good girl and let go for me, yeah? you deserve it so much, princess” seungmin rambles as he himself also nears the edge. after a few more thrusts, you both cum together. your arms clinging to him, pulling him close as your body spasms, moaning out his name rather loudly. seungmin empties himself deep inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting you pull him closer as he also moans out your name loudly.

the both of you try to catch your breath, still being in a euphoric state. you continue to caress his back in a soothing way, he reciprocates by doing the same. “yeah, we definitely aren’t friends” you break the silence with the silly sentence causing both of you to laugh. “definitely not, sweet girl. you’re mine and i’m yours” seungmin replies as he admires your beautiful flushed face, “and i’m not planning on letting you go, ever” he declared firmly.

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