Welcome To The Bullshit

Taste The Rush

Park Seonghwa deserved better than him.

He deserved better than his problems.

Deserved more than his inability to commit, but it never stopped him from coming back.

As If We Never Loved Each Other

“They are calling you a head pusher Yunho-ya,” Seonghwa’s voice was laced with mirth.

Yunho was draped against his side, long limbs akimbo as he watched his Hyung scroll. “For that? That’s not a managable pace, is it?”

“You’re asking me?” Seonghwa shifted to look at him, the clip still looping on his phone.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Yunho’s large eyes looked up at him, innocent and honest. “I’ve never done that…” 

“Are you asking to try?” Seonghwa’s lips curved into a wicked little grin, locking his phone and leaving them in silence. “Or asking me to try?”

Yunho’s cheeks pinked, ear tips gone scarlet. “No… I mean, if you … don’t want to?”

“Who said I don’t want to?” He was already moving, manhandling Yunho into a better position for his self appointed task. The idea of that big hand on the back of his head, forcing him down already had him hyper salivating.

“Hyung~” 

It took nearly 30 minutes for Yunho to believe Seonghwa when he said he wasn’t going to hurt him, to believe that his Hyung's slender throat could in fact take all of him. Now that he believed, he never wanted to forget.

His fingers tangle hard into Seonghwa’s dark hair, indeed shoving his head down every single time the elder pushed back up for air. The sounds were awful, disgusting wet clicks and Yunho loved it. 

He’d never been so hard in his life and yet so out of control despite managing the pace. His Hung’s throat squeezed around him, working around the head of his cock as he held him down, sputtering and whining despite the way he continued to use his tongue against him.

“Fuck I’m close-“. Yunho swore, voice ragged. He hadn’t been shy about his pleasure, moaning and praising Seonghwa in equal measure. 

Seonghwa for his part was achingly hard, one hand plunged between his thighs to palm himself as Yunho used his throat. He was close too, hips grinding into his hand as he willingly choked himself on his length.

He pulled back to take a rasping breath, voice absolutely destroyed when he spoke. “So come, let me taste you puppy.” 

It was exactly what Yunho needed to hear, the mean fistful of hair guiding Seonghwa’s abused mouth back to his length. His pace was sloppy now, a scrape of teeth and the elder shaking between his legs as he brought himself to his own release.

The vibrations of Seonghwa moaning tipped him over, pulling back to come across the singers lips and tongue. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god-“ his body shook with the power of his release, the sight of the mess he’d made only making it that much more intense. 

Then Seonghwa did him one better, swallowing and using that dexterous tongue to lick every single drop away from his swollen lips. “If you actually fuck the way you seem to, so messy and loud and hard, I don’t think I’m ever letting you leave this hotel Room.

The camera caught it all, the way he writhed down against the toy. His lips parted on a moan and he knew the younger would be laughing when he watched this back later. A low whine leaves him curled around his name. “Iyen-ah.”

“Ah, be a good boy and drive, Hyunjin.” His long fingers curled around the remote in the passenger seat, turning the intensity down but not off as the light turned green. It took Hyunjin a half a second longer to get the car moving than it had at the previous light.

Every time they stopped he hit a new level of intensity on the vibration. Hyunjin just had to make it home without coming and Jeongin would fuck him anyway he wanted as a reward.

Another red light and Hyunjin’s entire body jolts, head thrown back as he cries out. His hips buck and his body clenches around the massager. He can feel it, the tingle of release at the edges of his mind. “Fuck! Fuck I’m close-““Don’t come-““I.N.! Please! Innie-“ 

“Be good Jinnie, I want to give you what you want but you can’t come.” His tone was laced with amusement, smile evident in his voice as he sat patiently in the passenger seat.

“Oh my god!” Hyunjin’s entire body tensed, trembling and shaking as he fought to hold on. He barely made it as the light changed and the car behind him honked for him to move. “Oh my god…” 

He could see their apartment, one light away and he knew he was so close to getting what he wanted. “Please-“ he begged the light not to change, the color going yellow as they approached. “Oh my god no-“

He was able to make it through, likely illegal but it was enough to keep him safe until they parked. The relief in Hyunjin’s frame wouldn’t do, too much relaxation. Jeongin turned the toy back on when he tried to get out of the car, one level down from the previous one. 

Hyunjin slumped against the side of the car, legs buckling as he gave in to the vibration against his prostate. I.N. Came around, fingers sinking into his hair before tugging, using force to get him to meet his gaze.

“If you can make it to the bed without coming, I’ll consider it a win.” The wicked tilt of his lips told Hyunjin he was being punished for racing that last light, so he simply nodded and did his best to get his legs together. 

Once in the elevator he reached for the buttons but Jeongin's large hand beat him, pressing four different levels before theirs. “Oops…”

I.N. leaned against the wall to watch him, the taller male leaning against the opposite corner. He caught sight of himself in the mirrored walls looking more feral animal than man. “Why-“

“You know what you did.” 

Hyunjin watched as those long fingers caressed the smooth back side of the massager remote, tongue caught between his teeth to stop him from making further comment. Tonight was going to be a long one.

It had been a long time coming, between Mingi’s curiosity and Wooyoung’s proclivity to need control. It had gone smoother than expected when he’d asked, Mingi eagerly agreeing to swap roles for a night, maybe more.

He looked perfect laid out on the dark sheets of Wooyoung’s bed, chest to the bed and golden skin fully on display. Wooyoung had even let him keep his jewelry on. “Ready Manki- ya?”

The pet name made him huff out a laugh, nervous. “Think so…”. His gruff voice was softly spoken into the bedding as he hid the stain of pink on his cheeks.

Wooyoung’s large hands trailed up the backs of his thighs, grabbing palmfuls of his rear. “So perfect Mingi, I can’t believe you haven’t done this before with an ass like that.”

He’d be lying if he said the fondling didn’t feel good. Wooyoung’s hands were big and warm and every firm grope had him rocking his front against the silky sheets. 

“Youngie, don’t tease.” His hips rock back into his palms, a low whine leaving him. “I’m ready.”

The click of the lubricant cap makes him freeze, ready for the cold. It never comes, it’s warm when his fingers press to his entrance and Mingi finds himself charmed that Wooyoung went out and bought something different just for him. Then his mind goes blank as his fingers circle and it’s so sensitive. “Oh~” 

“Good oh?” Wooyoung asks, applying gentle pressure to dip a finger inside, just a little.

“Yeah, keep going.” Despite his fingers white knuckling a pillow, his hips push back again.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Then he’s applying a little more pressure, to the first knuckle, then further until he’s fully working his middle finger into Mingi’s core. “That’s it baby, just relax.” 

Mingi’s moans were more frequent now, body going pliant around him. He presses against him with a second finger, his body taking it with only a touch of resistance. “You’re perfect look at you.”

Wooyoung’s words make him want to do more, to really try this and let him have his pleasure. He could do it at least once, just to see-

His mind whites out as Wooyoung crooks his fingers, tapping against some unholy spot and his entire body convulses in response. 

He can only just barely hear Wooyoung’s knowing laughter over the rushing of his own blood in his ear drums. It goes even more smoothly from there, third finger added and Mingi’s actively pushing back onto it now, arching his back for a better angle.

“Wooyoung!” His name is falling from his lips and Wooyoung loves it. “Please! I want to come-“

“You wanna come like this? Or on me baby?” They hadn’t really talked about just how far to go, both assuming the other would stop at some point. 

Now that it was on offer, Mingi wanted it all. “Fuck me, Youngie. I want to know, wanna try.”

Wooyoung moans against the skin under his mouth, worshipping as much of Mingi like this as he can. “Fuck yes.”

His grip is tight around Mingi’s hips, his face shoved into the mattress and his broad back arched and on full display as Wooyoung spread him apart.

“God you’re gorgeous.” he praises as he presses into him, slowly sinking past his rim and watching every muscle coil under Mingi’s skin. 

He keeps pushing, slowly going deeper to let him adjust. They are both panting when he bottoms out, nails sunk into his flesh. “That’s it baby, taking me so well. God I can’t wait to watch you break like this.”

He hadn’t see him in months, nearly a year perhaps, since the last award shows.

It didn’t lessen his interest.

“Captain.” The low rich tone followed with that delicious accent had goosebumps breaking out over his skin.

“Channie- hyung.” His lips twist in a wry smile as he slides up next to him, those biceps on full display but that’s not what he’s interested in. Chan slings an arm around him and he does the same, taking a bold moment to slide his hand over his rear. “How have you been?”

“Busy.” His own lips twist into a grin as he feels Hongjoong’s hand against his backside. “Awfully bold.”

“Are you saying you don’t still feel the same?” His hand slides higher, around that trim waist before he pulls back his touch.

“I didn’t say that.” Chan’s eyes find his and he hates the contacts, can’t see that warm brown that makes him melt when he begs.

“Same place then?” He starts to pull back, the KQ crew calling for him. 

“Same time.” Chan answers, slipping away with a lingering touch to Hongjoong’s arm.

It took a few hours for everything to settle, lives to be done, meals to be shared. He’d dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, a clear sign he’d be going out after. Seonghwa pried but he never told, opting to keep these trysts secret. He found Chan at the same hotel chain he’d always met him at when they did this. 

He wasn’t in the door two seconds before those full lips were against his own, back pressed against the door as the Australian crowded him.“Chan-“

“Joong-“ he growled softly against his lips, already shoving the jacket from his shoulders. “Missed you.”

“Missed this..” Hongjoong’s answer falls on deaf ears as he’s pulled from the wall. He may have been slightly taller, but Chan was absolutely stronger. “Gonna be a good boy for me, yeah?” 

Chan nodded hard as he sat on the edge of the bed. Everything they’d need already laid out on the night stand. “Yes, Captain.”

They’d been drinking, Coups was always more affectionate when drinking and Hoshi even worse off. The smaller man was glued to his leaders side since the first shot, Seungcheol's fingers slowly gathering the fabric of his shirt to play fingers over his skin, hidden where cameras couldn’t see. The restaurant they were in was busy enough that he didn’t think anyone would notice, well, until. Hoshi waved at someone filming them.

It made him freeze, gaze dark as it liked in the camera. He turned his head, lips pressed to Hoshi’s ear with a low whisper. “Stop calling attention to us or I won’t give you what you want when we get home.”

A shiver shakes the smaller man, his gaze turned away from the filming fan with a start just as a manager closes the sliding door to their room. “Hyung-“

“Is that what you want?”

“No-“ 

“Then prove it to me.” He sinks back into his chair and pats his lap, thick thighs a perfect seat for the smaller dancer.

Hoshi doesn’t hesitate to sink into his lap, hands gripping at broad shoulders while coups pouts up at him. Hoshi leans in, one hands shoving his lengthy hair back from his face as he bends to kiss his leader. It’s warm and soft and a hair possessive with the way his hips are grabbed and held. He loves it. 

“It’s not that deep.”

Jongho’s voice is light, like he isn’t ruining san’s world with every word. He should have known it didn’t mean anything, San was the romantic after all, not the other way around. Jongho never did anything he didn’t want to, however, and so San had hoped…

San had hoped he’d been wanted. That it meant more than just quick relief and proving a point.

The way his lips had caressed his skin, his hands skimming across his spread thighs, the dark look in the maknae’s eyes.

Everything had left him feeling seen, desired, craved in the way he’d been complaining he wanted when this all started.

They’d been out, a rare alignment of schedules where they’d gone to the mall. Jongho hadn’t wanted to go alone and San was free. He wasn’t entirely sure how it happened but suddenly he was complaining about never feeling wanted, never feeling good enough and Jongho had promised he could do it. He could give San that feeing he was craving.

San hadn’t expected it to feel so good, to feel desired the exact way that he wanted, like he was truly someone’s whole world. Every single touch was a fine detail, every press of lips and taste of tongue, every slick drag of Jongho against his walls, every muffled moan into the skin of Jongho’s shoulder.

It meant nothing to the maknae.

He’d been clinging, still panting against Jongho’s neck, nails in his skin as the last aftershocks rocked through him. He’d tried to take another kiss, some comfort, some additional indulgence. He’d been a little surprised when Jongho gave him a peck but didn’t linger, none of the passion he’d been given an hour earlier as the younger pulled free of his body the minute he had caught his breath. San had frowned at him, confusion clear as he kept pulling away.

“What?” He’d asked as he removed the condom. His tone was dry, punctual like it normally was, devoid of the heat San had been gifted during intimacy.

“That’s it?” He asks, feeling his cheeks darken in embarrassment. He felt a little used, watching Jongho slip off the bed, tugging underwear on as San stared at him blankly.

“It’s not that deep hyung, it’s just sex.” His face was serene, entirely unbothered by the level of intimacy he’d just shared, then ripped away from his friend. San stared at him a beat longer, doing his damndest to not feel used. To not think of Jongho treating him like something to scratch the itch.

“You’re right, it’s not that deep.” San agreed, still naked in the younger man’s bed. He keeps it together long enough to make it home and into his shower, torn between scrubbing away his scent and the feeling of his touch and mourning the loss of the momentary intimacy he’d been afforded.

He crawls into bed, thumbs hovering over Jongho’s KakaoTalk chat, wondering if it was worth saying anything when a notification pops up before he can say anything at all.

Yeosang wasn’t known for being observant, but he was. When it mattered, he saw. He was quiet, but it’s because he was watching.

Watching how Seonghwa stared at Yunho, watching how San stared at Seonghwa. The way Wooyoung stared at them all with such adorations it seemed overwhelming.

He watched as Hongjoong folded himself smaller and smaller under the lights and the cameras between each re run of the performances. By the time they were done he was half the man he’d started the morning as. Yeosang sinks down onto the couch beside the Captain and it takes no prodding for the Captain to sink into his side, seeking that comfort. Yeosang also wasn’t known for skin ship and physical displays of affection often, but for his Captain? Anything.

His fingers pet through the light brown strands, so soft and sleek under his touch. It’s simple at first, Hongjoong melting under his attentions and humming softly. Words weren’t needed, sometimes he just needed to drop the mantle of captain and feel loved. The rest of the group moved around them, undressing and removing makeup, making plans. Yeosang hears Seonghwa inviting Yunho to their dorm, something about a new movie and he knows his apartment will be empty.

“Come back with me.” It’s not a question, the captain doesn’t fight it. He simply hums his agreement and Yeosang knows exactly what he needs.

It’s nothing to get the captain into his bed, the needy little thing clinging to his biceps as he works his lips across Hongjoong’s neck. Teeth clip over that little mole as soft thighs hook over his hips. Hongjoong’s quiet moans are music on their own, paired with his rapid breathing and the subtle shift of skin against Yeosang’s sheets as they move together. It isn’t about romance, it’s not that kind of love, not that kind of devotion. Yeosang needs his captain to feel seen, to feel human.

The grip of his body around him leaves him gasping against his lips, Hongjoong’s small fingers tangled into his hair as Yeosang moans around his tongue. His pace is steady, keeping them both on the precipice as long as possible. He falters when Hongjoong’s head tips back on a cry. His hands clawing down his broad back as he comes untouched between them. Yeosang’s name leaves his lips on a whimper, gaze drunk with affection and lust. Yeosang doesn’t last much longer, pulling free and adding his own mess to his captains stomach.

“Good boy, Mongi ..” it’s a teasing nickname, something that has him smiling despite himself.

“Feeling more human?” He asks, voice still thick with arousal.

“I know you were worried about it, Star, but atiny is going to love it because it’s you.” He’s pressed against Seonghwa’s back, lips pressed to the elders bare shoulder as he watched the count down on the screen. He’s laying on his stomach, naked against the sheets with Hongjoong still worshipping every inch of his golden skin.

His eyes are transfixed, watching the anticipatory comments roll in as the timer number grows lower.

He’d been trying to bring him peace, to lessen the noise in his head, the fears of never being enough. Of never being able to give atiny what they deserve. “Joongie-“

“Hmm?” His nose traces the column of his neck, hips flush against his rear.

“Distract me.” The phones locked, shoved until it slips from the bed to clatter onto the floor.

Hongjoong doesn’t need to be told twice. His love is still pliant and open beneath him, still slick from their first round. Hongjoong’s been hard for the better part of an hour, mixing praise and physical adoration while he waited for Seonghwa’s attention to return. “Like this?”

“Yes-“ Seonghwa’s hand reaches back, fingers snagging in Hongjoong’s hair as the captain presses into him again. It’s easy, body molded to his lovers in an instant. Hongjoong’s teeth scrape against his jaw, hips grinding into him. Seonghwa’s eyes roll back, fingers tugging at Hongjoong’s hair as the first of many moans leave him.

“Do it again, Mingi.” Wooyoung’s voice is rasping, rough with arousal as he watches Mingi move in a way only he can. His own hand slipped down between his legs, thighs spread as his hips bucked up into it. “Fuck, love it when you make your belt buckle bounce like that.”

“Yeah?” Mingi asks, a low laugh on his lips. Wooyoung’s attention was like the sun, nothing he wouldn’t do to get taste of it. He was mercurial, his attention wandered and circled back and it was Mingi’s turn.

“Yeah, think you can fuck me like that?” The belt was tugged open on his own pants, hand plunging in to stroke himself.

“Yes-“ Mingi’s answer is fast, confident.

“Come here.” He’s still stroking himself, the free hand crooking a finger and pointing to the space between his spread legs. Mingi’s quick to drop to his knees between them, his hands hover over those muscular thighs, scared to touch. “Show me how good you can be and when we get home I’ll think about letting you fuck me.”

Mingi’s mouth waters as Wooyoung lifts his hips, pants shimmied down slightly to free himself. He understood what was being asked, licking his lips as Wooyoung visibly strokes himself a moment longer. “You do want to fuck me, don’t you manki?”

He nods, pressing forward until Wooyoung had the head of his length against his lips. He parts them easily to take him in. Wooyoung’s fingers sink deep into his bleached hair, fisting at the scalp to lessen the sting and protect the strands. “Good boy Mingi-“ he’s gasping as he’s swallowed down, vocal in his pleasure. It was one of the things that made playing with him so addictive. Every little gasp and sigh was genuine, but true moans and praise were hard earned. His lips slip down the shaft, fingers curled around the base to keep him steady as he starts his pace.

Wooyoung’s fingers guide him, slow and steady until he was taking him in his throat. “Look at me.”

Mingi does his best, looking up from where his nose is pressed against his pelvis, cheeks puffing out as he tries not to choke. He wasn’t the best at this, but he always tried for Wooyoung. Everyone called him submissive, a brat, and maybe he was, but not with Mingi.

“Fuck you look so good-“ Wooyoung tugs him off, panting as he stares at the ceiling. He’s trying to clear his mind, the muscles twitching hard in his thighs as he fights his release. It was such a power trip to get such a large, confident man on his knees. Once the tremors stop he’s pulling Mingi back, spit slick lips gliding down his length with ease.

“You’re gonna let me come in that pretty mouth aren’t you baby? Gonna swallow it like the good boy you are, hmm?” He was controlling the pace again, working Mingi up and down as his own head falls back to rest on the couch back. Mingi can only grunt his acceptance, unable to imagine spilling a drop.

It doesn’t take much longer until Wooyoung’s pulling him off again, grip tight and painful in his hair. “Open-“

His free hand is stroking his length rapidly, broken half moans leaving him as Mingi obeys. He comes across his lips and tongue, a little landing on his cheek as he shakes through his release. Mingi holds his gaze the entire time, pleading.

His hand doesn’t stop, his moans don’t stop until he’s given everything. Mingi holds his position until hes finished, the hot mess sliding down his tongue.

“God I wish I could take a photo of you.” He release his hair, fingertips tapping under his chin. “Swallow, good boy.”

Mingi does as he’s told, licking his lips clean as Wooyoung uses his thumb to collect the mess from his cheek. The thick digit is pressed past his lips to be cleaned. As he’s doing so, tongue dragging over his flesh, Wooyoung speaks again.

“Mingi?” Hongjoong had just sat for a moment, tucked away in a hidden corner with his legs folded under him as he greedily sucked down water through the little straw.

The large man had stopped before him, breathing heavy. His eyes were dark, the leather of his gloves creaking as he fisted and unfisted his hands. “Hyung-“ it was that tone, the one that begged for help before they had to go back on stage. His poor Mingi, always so excitable.

“I see.” It’s easy for him to stand, lips wrapped back around the straw in a way that captivated Mingi’s attention. Heat pooled under that gaze. “Not here.”

Mingi nodded, already turning on his heel. Of course he’d already sorted out a spot, his clever little chick. The door had barely closed before Mingi was on him, his gloved fingers cupping the smaller rappers face as those pillowy lips met his. Hongjoong’s own hands slid down his thick frame, fingers snagging in his belt buckle. “Hyung~”

It was that same whiney tone as Hongjoong pulled him free. He couldn’t use his mouth, not when they still had another appearance to make. He couldn’t risk his voice even just for the end greeting. His hand wraps around the heat of Mingi, hot and throbbing.

“Poor baby,” he coos against Mingi’s lips, stroking him with confidence. He swallows the soft moans as Mingi leans into him. Of course the bigger rapper could have done this for himself, but that wasn’t what this was about. The orgasm wasn’t the important part, it was this.

Being seen, being touched, sharing the excitement.

Mingi’s hand shifts across his face, gloved thumb pressing past his lips. Hongjoong is quick to respond, teeth scraping against the red leather. His lips close around it as Mingi works his thumb against his tongue. It muffles his own moan as Mingi palms him with his free hand. He hadn’t even realized he’d gotten hard, once again so focused on another member’s needs.

“Let me touch you too-“ his voice is rough, more gravelly than before. Hongjoong has no true reason to say no, so he nods. It’s sloppy, Mingi pulling him free and spitting into his gloved palm before wrapping around the captains length. His other hand is still playing with Hongjoong’s mouth, hips bucking into the captains small hand. His own breathing is ragged, lips parted as he begins to stroke the elder idol.

Mutual masturbation hadn’t been on his 2025 end of the year bucket list but god if it wasn’t hot. Hongjoong’s cheeks had gone pink, making the make up even more dramatic. His eyes ere glassy, lips red from kisses and abuse as he moans around Mingi’s thumb.

It wound the band of arousal even tighter and his own hips stutter while they fuck into the tight circle of Hongjoong’s small fingers. “Close-“ he warns.

Hongjoong’s lips close around his thumb again, dark eyes staring up at Mingi’s fucked out face. His full lips were slick, the leather soft around his aching length. He nods, his own hips jerking up to meet each stroke. He’s close too, surprisingly so. Maybe it’s a new kink, the supple leather around Mingi’s thick hand. Only a few more strokes and he’s coming, spilling over that glove as Ming watches him. The finger in his mouth muffles his sounds before slipping away wet with spit.

Another heartbeat and Mingi’s spilling too, muffling his own moan against Hongjoong’s parted, panting lips. They stay tangled like that, breathless and shivering. They can hear the screams as someone else performs, knows they have to right themselves and quickly. Mingi steals another kiss, slow and indulgent without the pressing need of earlier. “Thank you-“