#muselin

That one over his ribs is almost certainly just part of the Advice makeup which, by the way, was inconsistent as all hell 😂 It moved around so much (even within the MV) and then even more for the live stages. Who needs continuity these days?

Anyhoo, you can see in this frame that other than the eye/diamond scenario, there's nothing else there (the teeny tiny nip notwithstanding).

Below is from one of the live stages and you've got the same design with the eye/diamonds, just wrapped a bit further round. Alas, no real tattoo here 😕

Could you imagine Taemin with something similar to this tattoo of Ten's though?

It's always reminded me of Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs who, if we're being honest, was pretty sexy in a kinda creepy serial-killer way. So aye, Taemin with a nice, bold titty tat would be grand.

N: I feel strong soft dom vibes from him. If power play is even a factor for Hakyeon, he would be a soft dom. He's a very artistic and sensual man so there's no shortage of kinks, but you have his ear if you don't want to do something. It's a relationship built on equal grounds anyway.

Leo: A soft switch. I honestly feel like my man here can flip to either side of the spectrum. It can happen spontaneously depending on what you do in the midst of having fun.

Ken: A solid switch. Contrary to Taekwoon, depending on how Jaehwan feels at the time will set the mood for him. He's either going to be full dom or full sub, no in between.

Ravi: Hmmmmm I believe Wonshik is more a switch leaning heavily on the dominant side. Like, he can be submissive if you asked and he felt like you deserved it as a reward. But generally he would be the dominant one, softish dom, but still most dominant.

Hongbin: I feel like he's not super into power play but he has submissive tendencies in that he gets needy and might start begging. It's just the vibe I get for him these days. Maybe a power bottom.

Suddenly, he stood, dropping a page from his notebook on your lap, and walking off. You read the paper curiously.

‘If you’re as bored as I am, come to the disabled toilet’

You felt your heartbeat speed up as you considered the connotations of what he had written. After a very short moments deliberation, you decided you really that bored, and he was that attractive, and followed his footsteps.

You knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open.

“Thank you,” he said before pinning you against the door and locking it.

He crashed his lips to yours and you welcomed him hungrily. Your fingers quickly tangled in his hair and one of your legs hooked around him to pull his body as close to you as possible. Eagerly he grinded his hips against yours, his hands holding tightly to your waist.

Separating your lips from his you asked, “What can I call you?”

“Hyuk,” he murmured against your neck as he trailed kisses down to your collar bone, nipping lightly, trying not to leave marks.

His hips were still moving against yours at a steady pace. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop teasing and get on with it, but you knew very well that neither of you were in any hurry.

As his hands moved to cup your breasts a sudden thought occurred to you.

“Hyuk?” you said, your voice coming out in more of a whine than you expected.

He simply hummed against your skin in response.

“You have protection right?”

“Wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t,” he assured you as his hands roamed lower.

At some point, you were unable to say exactly when, your hips had begun rolling against his, building up a wonderful friction. This was stopped abruptly when his hands came to rest on your hips. He spun you round so that your back was against him and repositioned you against the sink. As one hand pressed your torso close to his, the other reached down, snaking under the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing, fingers working their way into your underwear.

You jutted your hips back against him as you let out a moan. You could feel how much your movements were affecting him.

“Do you think you’re ready for me?” he asked in a husky voice, even though he already knew the answer from your wetness on his fingers.

Struggling to form words already, it was your turn to simply hum as he pulled away from you.

Eyes on the mirror in front of you, you could see him as he grabbed a condom from his pocket before lowering his trousers and sliding it on to himself. He then stepped back towards you, sliding you sweats and underwear down and pulling your hips back toward him. You steadied yourself with one and on the sink and one on the wall behind it as he slowly teased his way in to you little by little. After a lot of him pulling out half way only to re-enter as slowly as before, he finally thrust into you completely, filling you up and causing you to moan.

“You like that?” he asked hoarsely.

You simply bucked your hips into his to encourage him to keep moving, earning a groan from him. As he began to rock into you, you matched his pace, pushing your hips back to meet his. You began to whimper at the sensation, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you upright as his other hand covered your mouth.

“I’d rather people didn’t realise what was happening in here,” he smirked, causing you to blush slightly.

Your hand that had been against the wall now reached round to hold onto his hair, as he moved his hand from your waist further down, causing you to writhe against him in pleasure so that he had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself making too much noise.

Now with the feeling of his fingers on you as well his thrusts inside you, you could quickly feel your orgasm building within you.

“Close,” you muttered into the palm of his hand still over your mouth.

“Me too,” he stuttered back.

Both of your movements became erratic and your grip on the sink became tighter, offering you both support and grounding as you felt yourself start to come undone. As you subconsciously tightened around him, Hyuk increased the pressure of his fingers as you both drew orgasms out of each other.

He let his hands fall away from you, instead supporting himself with the wall as you slumped over the sink to catch your breath. After a moment of still, the only sound being the both of you panting, he finally moved, throwing the condom in the sanitary bin and sorting out his trousers.

“I’ll let you sort yourself out,” he told you, making eye contact through the mirror. “Safe flight.”

And with that, he ducked out of the room, leaving you still reeling from the encounter, knowing that this was all you would be thinking about for the rest of your journey.