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That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

The atmosphere was suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if your silence confirmed it, because he hummed and stepped away.

“Don’t worry,” his tone was casual now as he turned to leave, “I want you too.”

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“You’ve been a lot clingier with Jongho lately,” San says before he shoves a bite of food in his mouth. Next to him was Wooyoung, both sitting side by side across from you and Jongho in the booth of the restaurant they brought you to.

“He has!” Wooyoung perked up, as if he’d been thinking it at the moment as well.

You and Jongho were sitting a bit too close, him silent as his hand groped at your bare thigh under the table. You were trying your best to keep it together, joining in the conversation every once in a while or laughing to make everything seem normal.

When in reality, you were fucking soaked. The feeling of Jongho’s strong hand on your thigh made it extremely hard to focus. Why now, and here out of all places, has he decided to make a move?

It’s been over a week, nearly two, since the incident. And not once has Jongho acted any different, or made any sort of move. You had been restless, waiting for a sign. But you started to lose hope, and your insecurities took over.

You even questioned your sanity at one point. Did Jongho actually confess? Did you hear him wrong? Maybe he changed his mind.

It was torture, pretending everything was normal around him and everyone else. He never even gave you a lingering glance. So why now?

“H-have I?” You stuttered, laughing a bit too nervously as you fumbled with your chopsticks to take way too big of a bite so you wouldn’t have to talk.

You glanced over at Jongho, who had no expression on his face. As usual. And then his hand snaked further up your thigh, pushing up your shorts. You nearly choke.

Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, “And how come he lets you hang all over him? I thought you hated skinship!”

Jongho raised his head at that, now looking at the two.

“Why don’t you hit or push him away like you do us?” San added.

He blinked a few times, all while his hand was grabbing at your inner thigh. He made you spread your legs, pulling one close to him so your thighs were touching. You actually choke this time.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need the heimlich?” San asked like a worried mother, and Wooyoung pushed your drink towards you as you coughed violently, beating on your chest.

Jongho removed his hand from your thigh and started patting and rubbing your back, grabbing your drink for you and holding it as you sucked on the straw.

After you slightly recovered, you take the drink from Jongho, “Ah… thank you—“

Then suddenly, his thumbs are brushing against your cheeks to wipe your tears. When he looks into your eyes, his movements halt, and your chest feels hollow.

You felt something deep inside, entranced by his beautiful eyes. But the moment only lasted a second before he cleared his throat and looked away— burying his face in his food.

San and Wooyoung just watched in silence, with Wooyoung biting back a big shit eating grin.

The rest of the night was fine. Jongho didn’t touch you again, and he barely spoke to you… but it was fine. You were riding in the backseat with him, San driving and Wooyoung in the passenger seat. They were having their own conversation, and you just stared out the window.

You honestly felt depressed, and it would’ve been clear if the car wasn’t so dark. The only indication anyone had was your silence, which wasn’t exactly out of character for you. But you didn’t care right now.

It was upsetting, being teased, thinking you might finally get what you’ve been wanting, only to be ignored. You were frustrated, and tired.

And then, you felt Jongho lean in.

He brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, his voice low and silky smooth, “When we get back, I want you in my bed immediately. Undressed.”

Your body ignited almost instantly, throbbing with the most intense desire you’ve ever felt. It was debilitating in the moment, making your head spin with the thoughts you’ve been trying to push down forever.

And then San pulled up to the dorm building, where Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong stayed. San was sleeping over, just like you were, so you all headed up to the apartment in mostly silence.

“Hongjoong won’t be home tonight, so he said you can sleep in his room,” Wooyoung said as he unlocked the front door, “We’re gonna hang out in the living room if you guys wanna join.”

You glanced over at Jongho and then back to the other boys, “Uh… I’m actually quite tired. And Hongjoong’s bed is comfy, so I’ll just go to sleep now,” you smile softly, “But I’ll make it up to you guys by cooking breakfast in the morning.”

You say your goodnights, and Jongho distracts them while you slip away to his room.

Being in Choi Jongho’s room made your heart flutter. He’d never let you in before. It smelled like him, and your body started getting hot. Skin prickling while you looked around.

Hesitantly, you began undressing. Removing one article of clothing at a time, slowly as your hands shook. You felt so insecure in the moment, wondering if Jongho would really like what he saw.

Once fully naked, with a slight chill to your skin despite being on fire with lust, you climb into his bed. Leaning your back against the headboard. Filled with the smell of him, you grip at the sheets. Just being naked in his bed made you unbelievably horny.

You could feel yourself dripping in anticipation. Your chest was heaving. One of your hands rested on your lower stomach, and you could hear the sound of laughter in the other room.

It was hard, your clit. Throbbing, even. Your legs spread, and your hand inched lower and lower. Until your fingers come in contact with your stiff length.

You moaned, “Jongho…” and let your fingers trail even lower to tease your dripping hole. You kept your eyes closed, whimpering while you imagined Jongho’s touch. And then they slipped inside, reaching as far as possible.

You were so wet, you could feel it dripping down to your ass. And you weren’t even worried about making a mess right now, pumping your fingers in and out your pussy. Filling the silent room with lewd noises.

“Fuck,” you whined, “J-Jong—“ you fucked yourself harder, curling your fingers and ramming into your g spot with a desperation that you’ve never felt before.

And then, the door clicked open. You almost didn’t hear, until it loudly closed.

You jumped, startled, and pulled your fingers out immediately. You close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest, snapping your neck towards the doorway. It was Jongho.

Your face flushed a deep red, and you opened your mouth to speak, before he interrupted you.

“Were you touching yourself?” He spoke, his soft voice ringing in your ears. But there was an obvious hint of dominance behind it. He locked the door, and let his jacket slide off his body and to the floor.

Your throat suddenly went dry, “I—“ you swallowed as you watched him undo his belt slowly.

“You want me that bad?” He sounded condescending, his eyebrows raising. Your eyes dart to the belt that thunked on the floor, and quickly back at him.

He smirked, walking closer, “What’s the matter, baby?”

Baby. Hearing that from him made you weak. Your body trembled, and your insides ached.

He climbed onto the bed, “Have you changed your mind?” Getting real close until his body hovered over yours.

You didn’t hesitate even a second to shake your head, chest heaving as your blood pumped violently in your veins, “N-no.”

“Then…” he grabbed onto your knees and pushed your legs apart forcefully, “Show me how you were touching yourself.”

When he forced your legs open, you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped your throat. Desperate and whiny. Filled with pure lust. His strength made you gush with even more arousal.

He looked down, and you saw his eyes sparkle. One of his eyebrows twitched. He exhaled heavily, “God… you’re this wet for me?”

He licked his lips while your hand trailed down the front of your body to rest on your pelvis, “I can’t help it…” you spread your folds for him, your clit throbbing, “I need you so bad.”

You can see him clench his jaw, and his hands slide down to grip at your soft thighs, “You’re fucking soaked baby…” he pressed against you, making you feel his clothed erection. You were taken over by an intense heat, and you began touching yourself like he asked.

He smiled and lifted his shirt up over his head, pulling it off and exposing his soft, naked torso. You were almost drooling, fingers slipping inside your hole once again. He was so hot, and so close. You couldn’t take it.

“Kiss me. Please.”

He obliged, smirking before allowing your lips to meet. You moaned as soon as they did, melting into the softness of his. Your free hand going to touch his chest, while the other pumped faster.

The kiss was quick, sweet, and electrifying. You begin to whine in protest when he parts, almost opening your eyes, but Jongho drinks your voice as he kisses you again.

This time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. All the while, his hands were roaming your naked body. Feeling every inch, groping everything he could. You were so close, his clothed cock pressed against your soaking pussy, and the rough material against such a sensitive place made you even hornier.

You moan into the kiss, falling apart at the seams while you tasted him. You felt hollow, almost like you were floating. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and you realize how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve needed this. You take out your fingers and start moving your hips against his, soaking through his jeans as you rubbed against him.

You deepen the kiss then, tilting your head ever so slightly to taste more. You can hear and feel his breath getting quicker by the second, his hands getting needier. Scratching lightly down your ribs, gripping at your hips, and coming back up to graze over your nipples.

And eventually, he was moving too. Your hips were in sync, parting your lips to take in air for only half seconds. You sucked on each other’s tongues, bit each other’s lips, moaned in each other’s mouths. It was pure bliss.

Your hands go to his shoulders, squeezing the muscles, and then he finally breaks the kiss. Your eyes open, your vision hazy, but you’re focused on the beautiful man above you. He’s panting. His lips still parted, eyes hooded and staring.

Still out of breath, he places hot wet kisses down your neck, snaking his arm under you when you arch your back.

“Fuck,” you roll your hips more, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive areas of skin, and stops by your ear, “Undo my jeans.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you absolutely didn’t want to hesitate. He reattaches to your neck, eventually going for your throat to bite harder and leave darker marks.

Your shaky hands slide down the front of his body to his jeans, and you fumble with the button until you get it. And then you pull down the zipper.

You take a moment to feel everything. Jongho’s soft lips exploring your body, his nails digging into your waist, the waves of pleasure every time your chests touch. His scent is so thick, so strong. Nearly suffocating, in the most addictive way. And then you set him free.

His pants and boxers are pulled down to his thighs, and he hums in your ear. His actions pause as he maneuvers them all the way off, and you finally look at his fully naked body once he sits back on his knees.

“Jesus christ—“ you almost choke. His thick thighs looked even better uncovered, and my god his cock.

It was hard and pulsing, his flushed tip peeking out of his foreskin. He was above average in length, thick, and his balls were big and full.

He reached down to cup his balls and squeeze, “Is this what you want?”

You have never seen this side of Jongho before. The confidence was oozing off of him, and rightfully so. You spread your legs impossibly wider, your hard clit throbbing just like his dick.

“Please.”

Your voice was hoarse. You couldn’t stand another second without his cock. So he grabs you by the waist and pulls you down the bed, until your soaking pussy comes in contact with his length. His warmth radiated through your core, and hold onto his biceps.

“So fucking wet…” he sighs, grabbing his cock and rubbing against your clit. Poking your hole and then sliding through your folds again.

“Shit,” you swallow hard, “Please fuck me, Jongho. Please. I need you so fucking bad.”

He looks you in the eyes and wastes no time sliding his dick in, not even giving you a minute to adjust to the size. He seems to smirk at your expression, one mixed with pleasure and pain.

You gasp, arching your back as your eyes close. He hits your cervix, and you can feel his warm balls against your ass. Your nails claw into his biceps.

“Look at you…” he cooed, his right hand running down your body as the left grabbed your thigh and pushed your leg up, “That pussy opened up so good for me.”

His words made you throb around him, and you could hear his breath shake slightly. His self control was amazing… but there was no doubt he was just as pent up and horny. Just feeling how stiff he was inside you was proof enough.

You open your eyes, and you reach out to pull him in so you could kiss along his jaw. He moans, and you feel him pull out halfway— dragging along your walls. And then he slams back in, making you cry out a bit louder than you should have.

“J-Jongho!” You bury your face in his neck, whining into his soft skin as he continues to ram right into you with deep strokes. Ones that nearly take your breath away each time.

“You’re doing so good,” he says lowly as he looked down to watch the way your pussy swallowed him, “Just keep taking it like that, babyboy.”

“Oh my god—“ you gasp and cling to him tight, feeling your body start to tingle as the sound of him fucking you filled the room, “Fuck! Fuck me!”

You don’t even think about San and Wooyoung in the other room, how there’s no way they can’t hear you right now. Because Jongho’s dick felt way too good… and his moans were becoming more frequent. And they were right in your ear.

You could hear his labored breathing, his groans, his gasps. And then he sits up, manhandling you and pushing your knees up to your chest. The way he effortlessly maneuvers you has you even more breathless than before. He pulled his dick out of your tight hole, and he bends down until his mouth is on your pussy.

As pathetically easy as it was, you felt yourself getting close just from feeling his tongue press flat against your slit. You grip the sheets, “H-holy— Wait!” Your abdomen tightens and your thighs begin to shake even harder, “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum Jongho!”

He huffs out a laugh against your pussy, and takes your clit into his mouth. Your hole is clenching desperately around nothing, and you swear you’re about to faint. His tongue swirls around the tip, and you’re done for.

“Cumming,” you hiss through your teeth, “Goddammit, I’m cumming!”

You cum harder than you ever have before right then, watching him suck you off. You scream his name along with a string of curses, seeing literal stars, and your eyes close on their own. Still not even down from your high, your chest heaving, you’re suddenly full again.

In the same piledriver position he’s so effortlessly keeping you trapped in, he’s forcing his cock back into your clenching hole. And he wastes no time at all fucking you deep.

You’re a whimpering mess, writhing under him as your hands outstretched to grope his chest and stomach.

“Fuck baby—“ he moans, pounding you senseless, “Pussy feels so fucking good.”

His noises were getting louder and more frequent, and it was like music to your ears. Each noise made your stomach twist and turn, and the world around you melted away as you begged for more.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “Don’t stop! You’re so deep… Fuck!”

You’re driving him crazy, and he’s gripping your thighs so hard that it’s sure to leave bruises.

And then you feel his strong hands flip you over. You let out a huff as your chest hit the mattress, stunned by the sudden change in position. He’s rubbing and squeezing your ass, admiring it.

“God you’re so sexy,” he spanks you, and you moan into the pillow as you grip the sheets. You can feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance again. You arch your back for him.

He shoves himself back into your soaking wet pussy, letting his pure primal need take over as he destroys you. One hand on your back, the other spreading your ass.

“Shit, I’m getting close—“ he nearly whines, throwing his head back as you start moving in time to match his thrusts.

Your body is numb and tingly, and your stomach filled with a deep pleasure that signaled you were about to cum too. Again.

Jongho is fucking you straight into the mattress, having no mercy on your pussy. He’s showcasing his strength, using you exactly the way he wants to. And it made you weak.

You couldn’t even speak, and then you were sucking him in with your orgasm. Your slutty cries were muffled by the pillow as your hole throbbed around his thick cock, feeling it wreck your entire being.

And then his thrusts lost their rhythm, “Ohh shit…” he chokes, “Just like that, baby, fuck. Cum on my cock!”

“C-cum inside me—“ you struggle through the overstimulation, “Ple-please… Please give me your cum.”

Your desperate voice echoes in the room, and he’s suddenly releasing deep inside of you with hard thrusts. His moans are guttural as he milks his cock with your pussy, ramming straight into your cervix each time.

He’s muttering your name, his voice is even breaking, “Shit! Ah— Fuck! Take my cum baby—“

His hot seed paints the inside of your walls, and all you can do is whimper into the pillow. You’re trembling and breathless, and he thrusts a few more tired, shallow times before slowly pulling out and gently lowering your ass back down.

You let out a deep breath as your body relaxes against the mattress, laid out and used before him. And you can feel his hands gently rubbing down your back. He’s still breathing hard, clearly trying to come down too.

“Jesus,” You sigh, feeling his cum start to drip out. He’s spreading your asscheeks and watching it ooze down to your clit. You’re still throbbing, but then you feel his warm mouth on your hole.

“Ah!” You gasp and your eyes roll back, having unexpected him to do something like that. He’s licking and sucking his own cum out of you, and from the sound of it— he’s enjoying every second. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but he’s gentle. Caressing your thighs to help soothe you.

“Relax baby…” he whispers, “Lemme clean up your mess.”

His tongue dips in and out of you, his soft lips kissing your clit on occasion. It feels so fucking good, you’re long gone.

When he’s done, he kisses your pussy a few more times, and gently helps you roll onto your back. You’re almost embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he catches you immediately in a passionate kiss.

You taste his cum and your pussy on his tongue, and you wrap your arms and legs around him tight. You kiss him with the rest of the energy you had left, whining and clinging to him as you savored the moment.

And then he breaks the kiss, his hand going to cup your cheek. Your faces are still inches apart, the eye contact almost freezing time. He looks beautiful. Exhausted, red faced, and glistening. So perfect.

Your hands are rested on his neck, thumb caressing his adams apple softly while your breaths mingled. The moment felt intimate, and even more so when he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, breathless with a hint of shyness in his voice.

You take advantage of the moment and flip your positions— pinning him down against the bed while you straddle his waist. There’s a smirk on your face as you lay your head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and relaxing on top of him.

“The only thing I regret is not asking you to fuck me sooner.”

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

Everybody but Changbin was out doing god knows what, and he was thankful. He wanted to relax, alone, after a busy week. But at the other dorm, Minho was bored. He knew Changbin was alone, so he decided to go and bother him.

Scaring people made Minho sadistically happy, so when he arrived— he used his key to let himself in. Once he was inside, he saw that Changbin wasn’t anywhere to be seen… which meant he was probably in his room.

He locked the door behind him, and then he paused momentarily. There were interesting noises coming from down the hall.

He assumed Changbin was just playing a really stressful video game, so he went for the hallway and saw his door was cracked. Approaching slowly, he peeked in.

And immediately froze.

He saw Changbin lying in bed, back leaning against the headboard. He was wearing a tight black shirt that hugged his muscles, with his shorts and boxers pushed down to his thighs. Both of his hands were wrapped around his cock.

“Ah, fuck… yes,” he moaned, thrusting into his hands. His balls bounced as he did, making lewd noises, and Minho couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He didn’t know why.

Sure, he’s attracted to men... but Changbin is his friend.

And a straight one, at that.

He couldn’t look away, eyes trailing up his body and studying his facial expressions. He had no idea Changbin could make noises like that.

It was… hot.

Of course, Minho just had to lean in to get a better look. The door creaked, and he stumbled slightly. He cursed himself in his head, quickly straightening up like nothing happened.

Changbin panicked and covered himself up with his hands, “H-hyung, Jesus Christ! Go away!” He yelled, breathless with bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. Minho didn’t move an inch.

He just stood there, his expression unreadable.

“Fuck, go!” He shouted again, “Why are you even here?!”

There was a short moment of silence, when Minho finally spoke.

“Two hands?”

“Wh–” Changbin scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

He was getting very obviously annoyed now, and Minho could only smirk.

“Two hands. You were using two hands.”

Changbin clenched his jaw and looked away, “Dear god.”

The older pushed the door open further and took a few slow steps into the room, “Does it feel good?”

He sighed. All he could do was play along for now, until he went away.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

Minho hummed, stepping even closer, “Mind if I try it out?”

Changbin snapped his head towards him, clearly taken aback, “W-what is that supposed to mean?!”

Minho just slipped off his shoes and crawled into bed next to him, getting comfy with a deep sigh and leaning back against the headboard.

“Hyung, what the hell are you doing?!”

He honestly didn’t know. He was just listening to his body. And this is what it wanted.

He laughed quietly.

He pulled his sweatpants down, and then his boxers– exposing his hard, pretty cock. Above average in length and girth, a bit of blush on the tip of his foreskin. Nice full balls that sat perfectly. Changbin swallowed hard, staring in shock. Watching it throb.

He’d seen his fellow members naked, but he never really stared at their dicks. Especially not while they were erect.

Minho threw the clothes off the side of the bed and got comfortable again. Then, he wrapped a hand around the tip and pulled his foreskin down— his soft pink tip on full display. He swiped his finger over his slit, catching a tiny bit of precum. And then he wrapped his other hand around the base.

Changbin had an involuntary wave of pleasure rush through his body, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He wasn’t attracted to men. He was straight. So why was seeing Minho doing this to him? Why was it making him hornier?

Minho stroked slowly, his eyes instantly closing, “Nngh…”

Honestly, he thought his hyung sounded beautiful.

“Minho—“ he struggled, heart pounding against his rib cage, “S-Stop.”

Minho just sped up, bucking his hips into his hands. His jaw went slack, bunny teeth poking out. The noises he was making were low in his throat, and with every one— Changbin felt that same wave of pleasure.

He instinctively squeezed his cock, wanting the ache to go away. But looking at Minho’s leaking tip, watching his thigh muscles flex, and hearing him moan…

Fuck. He needed release.

“Keep touching yourself, Bin,” Minho smirked and lolled his head to look at him, “Don’t let me get in the way. I won’t tell anyone~” he winked, turning his head back.

Changbin couldn’t say anything. He kicked his shorts and boxers to the floor, and slowly wrapped his hands around his aching cock.

This is okay, right? They’re friends, so it’s okay. Changbin recalled stumbling across quite a few videos of friends jerking off together. He never watched them, but clearly it was a pretty… normal thing to do, right?

Fuck it, who cares. Changbin doesn’t let anyone influence his thoughts or actions. He’s his own man. And he didn’t see any reason not to do this.

He slowly began to stroke himself, tired of the tension. An accidental moan slipped out of his mouth, and he could’ve sworn he saw Minho thrust harder in response.

“Fuck—“ he moaned involuntarily, unable to take his eyes off his hyung, who was now looking at his dick.

Changbin found himself mirroring Minho’s movements. Speeding up as he did, slowing down as he did. His eyes drifted upwards to look at his face. He watched him stare at his dick, watched his mouth as he moaned. Seeing Minho get off to his body made him feel things he never has before.

Fuck, he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to try and justify these feelings right now.

He reached over for Minho and grabbed onto his shirt— pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the sharp edge of his jaw.

Minho gasped in surprise and pleasure, but he had no time to be shocked… moaning as Changbin began peppering soft little kisses down to his chin. He left some kitten licks and nibbles on his skin here and there, and Minho couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think Changbin would touch him. He didn’t think he wanted to touch him.

And honestly, he couldn’t lie. He’s had to consciously suppress his urges a few times when it came to Changbin. He just didn’t want to be honest with himself.

“Yes, fuck—“ his voice, though loud, rang softly into the room. A hint of desperation hidden within it.

Hearing his name fall perfectly from those plump lips made Changbin absolutely feral. He couldn’t think straight right now. Has he had these feelings this whole time? He felt so pent up and needy, these feelings must have been hiding somewhere.

He snuck his hand under Minho’s shirt, feeling every inch of warm skin as he kissed the corner of his mouth. He was grinding against his thigh now, moaning under his breath as he throbbed.

“God— Bin… want you…” Minho whined, fucking into his hands erratically. The feeling of Changbin grinding against his thigh made him crazy. He turned his head and captured his lips within his own.

Changbin hummed into his mouth, palming his chest as he shoved his tongue inside to taste him. He knew immediately that he’d be craving it again. And again. And again.

His lips were so soft. He couldn’t get enough.

They parted for a second, and seeing Minho’s hooded lust-filled eyes threw the rest of his self control out the window.

He climbed on top of him and nearly ripped Minho’s shirt off, throwing it on the floor and reveling in the sight below him. He flattened his palms against his stomach, tracing along the scar towards the bottom. The heat radiated through Minho’s body, yet he shivered.

As Changbin did all of this, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off his cock. The way it swung heavily and throbbed between his legs. He looked up at him now, eyes dark.

“Yours,” he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Changbin smirked and did as he was asked, watching Minho’s eyes flicker with excitement. A hand outstretched to slide up his abdomen, slow and steady with a serious expression as if he was studying a sculpture.

“God—“ Minho muttered.

Changbin crawled up his body to straddle him, sitting on his chest. He was so close that his cock brushed against his chin, and Minho clenched his jaw in anticipation. He rubbed and grabbed at his soft thighs, eyes wide and expectant. His arousal was through the roof at this point.

Changbin then grabbed ahold of his cock and scooted up a little more, pressing the tip against Minho’s full lips until they parted.

“Open.”

He obliged.

So he sunk into his hot, wet mouth with a loud moan. One of Minho’s hands grabbed his thick ass, while the other played with his tits. Pinching and pulling on his nipples. The combination was too good for Changbin. His body shook with excitement.

Minho’s eyes fluttered as he moaned around Changbin’s thick cock, not even gagging when it reached the back of his throat. He licked and sucked while his hands went and squeezed the skin that sat so perfectly on Changbin’s hips. He admired the stretch marks that painted them, wanting so bad to switch positions and pin him down so he could lick them. But he stayed still as he had his way with his mouth. Allowing himself to be used.

“Fuck—“ Changbin breathed out, clearly impressed by the lack of gag reflex.

Strong hands went to grab fistfuls of pretty brown hair as he fucked into his throat harder, the wet noises making his tummy do flips. The feeling of his balls slapping against his chin. The vibration of Minho’s moans took his pleasure to new heights, “Gah— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho opened his mouth even more, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth. His eyebrows tented, moans more frequent now— like he was begging Changbin to cum. And he would be, if his throat wasn’t being filled.

“Yes,” Changbin pulled on Minho’s hair, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight throat, “Cumming, baby- I’m cumming… Fuck!”

Minho was shocked hearing Changbin call him baby… and then cum shot down his throat right after. Changbin’s cock spasmed, some of the cum beginning to spill out from Minho’s mouth as he continued to thrust. But he tried to swallow and lick it all the best he could.

His thrusts slowed as he panted, and he pulled out halfway— his body shaking and threatening to collapse. His eyes were heavy, and his cock was still twitching with aftershocks. When he pulled out completely, he climbed off of Minho and found his lips immediately.

As they kissed, Changbin couldn’t believe how hot it was to taste himself on his tongue. He licked his own cum off of Minho’s chin, making him moan. Changbin just hummed, the taste of his salty cum in Minho’s sweet mouth sending him to heaven.

When their lips parted, they shared an intimate moment of eye contact. Their breaths mingling together. And then Minho smirked, a hint of mischief hidden behind it.

Before Changbin could think, speak, or move— Minho switched their positions and pinned him down on his back. He could tell he was worn out, so this was the perfect opportunity to do what he wanted. Otherwise, Changbin could easily overpower him.

“Fuck—“ he gasped in surprise at the sudden show of dominance.

“Did it feel good?” Minho asked seductively, his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat just endured. His neglected cock bounced eagerly as he took off his sweatpants with his right hand, his left on Changbin’s chest holding him down.

His pupils were blown instantly, seeing Minho’s fully naked body in a new position.

“Fuck…” he repeated, reaching out to touch. His fingers traced the line in his hip, and then Minho grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

“I said… did it feel good?”

Changbin’s bare chest heaved, breath catching in his throat— feeling completely exposed in this position. But he didn’t hate it. Minho looked so sexy on top of him like this, his softening cock would surely spring back to life soon.

The air felt thick. Like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Minho’s dominance was able to overpower his own… how it was able to knock down his defenses and turn his brain to mush. But it did, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His body felt numb and heavy.

“Y-yes…” he answered, breathless in a voice small. A blush began to spread across his face.

Minho narrowed his eyes, “Good boy.”

It seemed like Changbin enjoyed the praise, because his cock certainly twitched in response.

And then Minho quickly got between his legs, grabbing his thighs firmly and spreading them.

“W-what are you doing?!” Changbin asked, panicking as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing you won’t like.”

Minho pushed him back down against the bed, pulling a gasp from him, and then pushed his legs up to his chest. Minho’s eyes lit up, his mouth beginning to water. Changbin’s asshole was so cute. It throbbed as he panicked, beckoning for Minho’s tongue. He got lost in the thought of plunging straight into his virgin hole, and was only brought back to reality when Changbin spoke.

“H-hyung!” he squirmed, “S-stop it! This is embarrassing!”

He bent forward and placed gentle kisses along his inner thigh, “Stop?” His hot breath grazed along Changbin’s sensitive skin, “You want me to stop?”

There was no hint of actual concern in his voice. Because he knew just by Changbin’s tone that his pleas weren’t serious.

“If you want me to stop, then why is your cock so hard? Hm?”

Changbin went silent, biting back the moans that threatened to escape as Minho buried his nose in the soft flesh of his thigh. He couldn’t say anything, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” he nearly purred, licking and sucking on the skin. Leaving dark marks in clusters and patterns. He squeezed his thighs harder, and Changbin’s back arched.

“S-shit…” he moaned under his breath, struggling, “What… what are you going to do?”

He reached down and placed a gentle hand atop Minho’s head, tangling his fingers into his hair. He rubbed his scalp as he moaned, the feeling of his tongue dragging across his asscheek causing anticipation to burn deep within.

Then suddenly, Minho’s soft lips made contact with his pretty hole. Kissing it tenderly.

It tightened immediately, Changbin gasping at the new sensation as he tugged on his hair to keep himself grounded, “F-fuck! Why—“

Minho didn’t let him finish, and instead pressed his tongue flat against him. Changbin was losing his mind at the warmth. The wetness. Not a single sound came out of his mouth, his body almost in shock from the foreign feeling.

His mind and insides were fuzzy, every nerve tingling as his blood rushed through his veins. Minho kept licking at his asshole, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping in every few seconds. And Changbin was coming undone.

“Holy shit…” he whimpered, pulling harder at his hair. Minho smirked before shoved his tongue all the way inside. Changbin gasped and moaned loud— hands scrambling to grip at the sheets. That familiar heat rose in his stomach again.

Then Minho suddenly pulled away, and Changbin couldn’t even whine to protest. There was a wicked grin on his face as Changbin’s eyes struggled to stay open.

“So good, baby…”

The younger held out his arms, and Minho laughed softly under his breath. He pulled himself up so he was hovering over him, and smashed their lips together. Changbin wrapped his arms around his body.

The kiss was desperate and messy. Uncoordinated. Both moaning into each other’s mouths as they tasted and explored every inch. Minho groped Changbin’s chest, his tummy, his hips, his thighs. Everything he could get his hands on.

And then he pulled away for a single second to spit on his fingers. Before Changbin could ask, he was caught by Minho’s lips again.

His fingers trailed down to his asshole, pressing against it while he drank Changbin’s pleasure.

They parted for air at the same time Minho pushed his middle finger inside, and he watched Changbin’s eyes widen. He watched the shock flash on his face, watched the gleam of discomfort, and then the confusing pleasure.

“M-Min—“ he struggled. Minho’s finger was all the way inside him now, starting to bend and search.

Changbin’s dick was slowly coming back to life, Minho’s painfully hard as it hung between his legs. But he knew he had to take his time. He didn’t want to hurt Changbin too much.

“Yes, Binnie?” He cooed, voice thick like honey. Changbin’s moans were going straight to his head. Fueling his dominance.

“You— Ah!—“ he suddenly cried out, body tensing hard as he felt a strong wave of pleasure roll through his entire being. His nails dug into Minho’s back.

He smirked, laughing teasingly, “Oh? Did I find it?”

Changbin screwed his eyes shut and pulled him closer, trapping him in his big arms, “M-more,” he begged.

“More?” Minho teased, feeling Changbin’s heaving chest against his own, “You want more, pretty boy?”

He pulled his finger almost all the way out, and Changbin shivered in anticipation, “Please.”

Another finger was added quickly, before Changbin could even process it— and now both were rammed into his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck!” He scratched down Minho’s back, making him groan in pain and pleasure.

Minho started kissing his neck as he scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. The soft noises he pulled from the same throat he was kissing left him absolutely desperate. He wanted to be inside Changbin so fucking bad.

“Feels so g-good, hyung…” he panted, opening his eyes and grabbing Minho’s face.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned, fingering him faster. Changbin looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. The way he looked up at him was intoxicating.

The younger pulled him down into another wet kiss, and at the same moment, Minho added another finger. Changbin gasped into his mouth, but Minho didn’t let him free. He kept kissing him, through his pain and his pleasure. He was stretching in between thrusts, and made sure to reach for his prostate everytime.

Minho sucked on his tongue and his lips, and when he pulled away, his fingers left too.

“H-hyung…” Changbin whimpered in protest, lips red and swollen.

“Bin,” he responded, grabbing his thighs and pushing his legs up again. He lined his dick up so it brushed against his prepped hole, “I wanna fuck you.”

Changbin’s breath caught in his throat, his own dick now fully hard and leaking. Minho’s dominance made him feel unspeakable pleasure. His hole throbbed, and his insides ached. He reached out to let his hand slide down Minho’s front, and then he met his eyes again.

He pulled his hand away shyly, “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Minho had no idea how bad he wanted to hear that from Changbin. How bad he needed to hear that.

Without hesitation, almost in a hurry, he reached over to open his nightstand drawer. He assumed he’d have lube in there, and he was correct.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing…” Changbin groaned, covering his face.

Minho chuckled and poured some lube in his hand, “Embarrassing? When I’m about to fill your ass with my cock?”

Changbin moaned at his words, cock twitching. He had no idea how sexy his voice could be. He heard Minho slick his cock, and he uncovered his face to watch, “S-shut up.”

Minho smiled and then rubbed the rest of the lube on Changbin’s hole, making sure there was enough to make him comfortable. His view was breathtaking.

“I’ll make you shut up instead,” he said seriously, lining up his dick once more, “Now watch it go in.”

Changbin was taken aback by the sudden command, but he did as he was told. He tried to stay relaxed, but he couldn’t help tensing once Minho pushed in. His face scrunched up in pain, and even though it hurt… he couldn’t lie. Watching his own ass swallow every single inch of Minho’s cock was hot as fuck.

“Deep breaths, Changbin,” Minho wiped his hands off on the sheets so he could reach down and rub his cock, “Focus on the good feelings. It won’t hurt for long.”

Minho was having a hard time controlling himself, though. Changbin was so tight. So hot. So wet. He wanted to be deep inside him, wanted to be wrecking him. His cock was sore at this point, for being so hard without release for so long. But he wanted to give him a good experience.

Changbin tried to take deep breaths as he was told. Tried to drown out the burning sensation. It was all so new, so foreign, but a part of him kind of liked the pain.

Minho wrapped his hand around Changbin’s length and stroked him slowly, penetrating him deeper and deeper. He throbbed inside him, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in all the noises he so desperately wanted to make.

“F-fuck,” he exhaled, leaning forward to place kisses along Changbin’s throat– feeling it vibrate as he made small whines, “You feel so good, baby.”

“Nngh,” Changbin moaned, “Y-you’re big, hyung.”

“Yeah?” Minho said before licking his adams apple, “Wanna feel it balls deep?”

Minho’s breathing was ragged. Uneven, fast, and shaky. The feeling of Changbin’s hot, tight walls wrapped around him made it hard for him to have self control.

Changbin arched at the words, and he squirmed slightly under him. He wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist and pulled him impossibly close— forcing his cock to slam all the way inside.

“H-holy fuck—“ Changbin hissed, his back arching more. The feeling of Minho’s cock all the way inside him, right up against his prostate, made his mind start to melt. He didn’t even care about the pain.

The sound that Minho made was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and pure struggle. It took all of his willpower not to start drilling him instantly.

“You…” he struggled, “You okay?”

Changbin let out a shaky breath and allowed himself to adjust, “So deep…”

Minho hummed and bent down to kiss his face. He moved past his cheek to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t think you understand just how bad I want to fuck you, Seo Changbin…”

Changbin’s body ignited at his words, and his nails dug lightly into his biceps.

“Then fuck me.”

Minho immediately grabbed onto his hips and began to move. Long, deep strokes. Drowning in every noise he pulled from Changbin.

When he started writhing, obviously overtaken by pleasure— Minho held him down with a tighter grip on his hips. He smirked and sat up straight to get a good look at him, and then started fucking him harder, “Stay still, baby. Be a good boy and fucking take it.”

The new pace Minho had set made Changbin scratch down his arms, “Holy fuck!” He screamed, “Sh-Shit!”

“Yeah, you like that?” Minho nearly growled, watching his cock and balls bounce with every thrust. Watching how his thighs jiggled, and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Tell me you like it.”

Changbin whimpered as he tried to speak, eyes screwed shut as his nails dug into Minho’s forearms. He gasped, struggling to even form a thought, “I l-love it…” he threw his head back, ”Please… Please don’t stop—“

Minho laughed and suddenly stopped.

“N-no…” Changbin whined, opening his eyes, “Why?”

“Turn over for me. On your hands and knees.”

He pulled out slowly, humming in satisfaction as he watched Changbin obey his orders.

Then without any warning, he slammed back into his tight little asshole— grabbing handfuls off his soft cheeks. The sound of his balls slapping his taint continuously made his stomach churn.

“Fuck! Yes!” Changbin’s moans were getting higher in pitch, and he even began to move backwards onto Minho’s cock, “Fuck me, Minho. Please. Keep fucking me.”

“My god,” Minho growled and reached forward to grab a handful of his hair— pulling him up so his back was against his chest. And then he dug his nails into his hips, and sunk his teeth into his neck.

Changbin was trembling, moaning helplessly as his prostate endured the abuse. He felt his insides begin to stir, and he knew he was about to cum.

“Minho—“ he whimpered, “Minho-hyung, you’re gonna make me cum.”

His voice and his body was getting weaker by the minute, every thrust of Minho’s cock destroying him.

Minho was too lost in the ecstasy that he left several dark hickeys along his neck and shoulders. He was too caught up in the desire to mark him. To claim him.

As soon as Changbin announced he was going to cum, his thrusts got sloppy, “Fuck baby, cum on my cock. Your ass is so fucking good. Shit— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho reached around to grab ahold of Changbin’s cock and started stroking him fast. He felt him erupt in his hand. Felt it drip onto his hand.

“A-ah! H-holy fuck,” Changbin was moaning like a slut, bucking his hips into Minho’s hand.

And then his own balls began to empty— his cum painting the inside of Changbin’s ass as he continued to fuck and stroke him.

“Yes,” Changbin fell forward, shaking and barely holding himself up with his forearms, “Fill me with your cum. Please hyung.”

Minho’s moans were guttural. Like the pleasure was ripping through his body. Seeing Changbin in this position… his back arched, and his ass in the air. He came harder than he ever has before.

He could barely breathe.

His thrusts slowed, and he let go of Changbin’s softening cock. One last time, he sunk all the way into his ass— and just stayed still. Panting. Changbin moaned weakly, muffled slightly by the pillow he was now pressed against.

Minho licked the cum off of his hand, while the other ran up Changbin’s spine soothingly. He hummed at the familiar taste of his cum, and then pulled out slowly.

“Fuck baby…” he moaned and grabbed his asscheeks to spread them apart, “Look at that pretty hole.”

It was so gorgeously wrecked.

Changbin buried his face in his arms, groaning in embarrassment, “S-stop…”

Minho watched the cum ooze out, and he couldn’t believe this just happened. He took a deep breath and helped Changbin flip over on his back. A bit anxious now, Minho immediately kissed him as if to soothe it.

This time, it was a tender kiss. As they both panted and struggled to catch their breaths from their recent climaxes, they melted into the moment. Minho caressed his cheek with a softness that Changbin had never felt before, and it made him shiver.

When they parted, Minho couldn’t look away from his eyes, “How did it feel, Bin? I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad…”

His gaze trailed downward to all the marks he left on his neck and shoulders. He pursed his lips, going to trace them gently. He couldn’t help but feel scared that Changbin was going to push him away now.

“It was… really good. Really really good— what are you looking at?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to follow his eyes. He could only see the marks on his shoulders, which were big and dark, “Oh…”

Minho scrunched his face in a mix of sympathy and embarrassment, “I’m so sorry… it’s even worse on your neck—“

“My neck?!”

It wasn’t just a matter of explaining it to the members, it was a matter of explaining it to the entire company. The thought of everyone seeing him covered in hickeys was already so embarrassing, how could he cope with trying to make an excuse?

But at the same time, it made his heart flutter. Knowing he’d been claimed by him.

“I’m sorry, Changbin. I’ll take the fall for it. I’ll let everyone know. You don’t have to say a wor—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Changbin grabbed his face and smashed their lips together. Minho hummed in surprise, but ultimately sighed into the kiss and allowed himself to feel the warmth. Their bare bodies pressed against each other— chests rising and falling in sync.

Changbin moaned and broke the kiss first, “I’ll figure it out, hyung,” his hand went to tangle in his hair. Their faces were inches apart as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I’m not scared.”

He was at first… but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had nothing to worry about. His classic confidence shone through, and showed on the big smile he gave Minho.