Vounexvoo

Ateez

Hongjoong

Fanservice POV: Dating Hongjoong Written On My Skin

Seonghwa

POV: Dating Seonghwa

Yunho

POV: Dating Yunho Thanksgiving Drabble

Yeosang

POV: Dating Yeosang

San

POV: Dating San

Mingi

POV: Dating Mingi

Wooyoung

Paying Attention: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 POV: Dating Wooyoung

Jongho

POV: Dating Jongho Accidentally His

OT8

Other Pairings

Untouched (Hongjoong x Reader x Wooyoung) Waves (Hongjoong x Seonghwa x Jongho) Smoking is Bad For You, You Know... (Yunho x Hongjoong) Broken Comfort (Mingi x Ateez): 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Stray Kids

Chan

Lace POV: Dating Christopher

Minho

POV: Dating Minho

Changbin

POV: Dating Changbin

Hyunjin

Willing & Waiting POV: Dating Hyunjin

Han

POV: Dating Han

Felix

POV: Dating Felix

Seungmin

POV: Dating Seungmin

I.N.

It was the first year he was able to swing a visit to the states with you to see your parents for thanksgiving. The two of you had rented an airbnb in order to host - you hadn’t hosted a thanksgiving meal in years since you moved to Korea. You were leaning against the counter, glass of wine in hand, watching the large you got to call yours as he dried and put away dishes.

“Yunho, thank you for coming with me and helping host. I really needed this.”

He set down the last dish and dried his hands before turning and leaning against the counter across from you.

“Of course, jagiya. I’m just sorry this is the first time we’ve been able to.”

“You’re so busy all the time, I know. It’s alright,” you took the last sip of your wine and set the glass down. You stepped towards him and pressed your hands into his chest. “I knew what I was getting into, don’t worry about it.”

“I feel I need to make it up to you,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “How are you doing now that we’re all cleaned up? Need anything? A refill? A snack?”

You laughed at him.

“How could you possibly be thinking about food?! I’m still so stuffed.”

He leaned down and ran his nose up and down the side of your neck.

He is a workaholic. You knew that from the start. At first he would stress about spending enough time with you to make sure you didn’t feel ignored, but you told him that it was fine - you knew how much he loved what he did and how much he loved Atiny.

Many evenings now were spent with the two of you working on your own projects (which usually turned into you just watching him work, it was hot, who could blame you)

You love cooking for him at home, since he mostly would eat small quick meals if left to his own devices. He appreciates that you always make him a nice hot dinner after he spent all day perfecting a new song, and that you don’t care if dinner has to be warmed up again because he got sucked back in to whatever he was doing.

When he pulls himself away from his laptop, he always wants to go out. He says it’s to make up for the time he spends mostly ignoring you, but you know he loves to be out and about as much as you do - even if he doesn’t admit it.

You are his safe place, the person that he can let his guard down around. With you he can relax, letting you take the lead on where you go and what you do, he can just be along for the ride which is a welcome change. 

The rest of the guys appreciate that he truly has time off now that you’re around, they’re always worried he’s going to overwork himself and burn out. But since he’s met you he’s been rested and glowing, and all of their projects are better because of it.

Your camera roll:

You knew that’s what it needed to be. That connection. He owned Atiny and they owned him right back. It's how all of this worked, how it was all possible.

It didn’t make small moments like this any easier. When you saw everyone in the comments freaking out about it, you just saw red. Normally you were fine. You enjoyed the fanservice just as much as anyone else - even more when you got to see the behind the scenes and see just how much Hongjoong loved Atiny and what he was willing to do for them.

This got under your skin, because you were always told to be careful. Be gentle. Don’t leave any marks. Don’t let anyone know that he had someone. You were his dirty little secret. The girlfriend that no one could know about because he wanted to protect you, and you appreciated that. But what you wouldn’t give to be able to mark him up - to show everyone that he belonged to you. That /you/ were the one who owned him. Not the fans.

--

You were pouting. You knew you were. He asked that day if you wanted to have a date night in, your favorite takeout and movie and cuddles on the couch. You said no, that you were too tired. You didn’t really want to see him. You wanted to work through what you were feeling on your own. Didn’t want to worry him or make him second guess anything he was doing for Atiny.

You decided the best way to work through it was to drink.

You were wrong.

You were watching the video again and again, getting even more irrationally angry at the styling choice the more you watched. And the alcohol was hitting you in just the right way.. You were going to make it his problem.

You walked to your bathroom and flicked the light on, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. Face flushed, hair messy, and a glint of brattiness in your eyes. You grabbed your favorite liquid red lipstick, easy to write with. You leaned close to the mirror and took your time, writing the letters in near perfect script across your own throat. You didn’t have a ribbon to cover it with, but that was okay, the intent was clear.

You let it dry and changed into something a little more scandalous, black lace, his favorite set. You fixed your hair a bit, applied the lipstick messily to your lips, letting it smudge in one corner as if someone had disturbed it, and snapped a photo in the mirror. You sent it to him quickly before you could second guess yourself, and then grabbed your makeup wipes to clean off the letters before they could stain.

--

Hongjoong’s phone screen lit up with a text from you. He picked it up and opened it quickly, thinking you might have changed your mind about spending the night with him.

What he saw was completely unexpected.

You were in his favorite lingerie, hair tousled and messy, lipstick a mess as if someone tried to kiss it off you... And his only hyung’s name written across your throat.

“Two can play that game,” you had captioned it.

He stared long and hard at the photo. He could tell you had been drinking, as the photo itself was a bit blurry, but Seonghwa’s name written across your throat had been done meticulously. You had taken your time, and honestly, he was impressed.

When they recorded the video with the outfit he was sure you were referencing, he had wondered if he should warn you about the ribbon. You weren’t terribly possessive over him when it came to Atiny, but he remembered every whispered “careful”, every “easy now”, every whine from your lips as you had to pull back, to not mark him. The word across the ribbon wasn’t that kind of mark, but it may as well have been.

He was glad he had the following day to himself, because he knew just how to make this all up to you.

--

You woke up the next morning feeling better than you deserved for having drank so much all by yourself. You picked up your phone to see that Joong hadn’t responded after the stunt you pulled with Hwa’s name. You groaned, tossing an arm over your face. You weren’t upset about the ribbon now after being able to sleep on it. It was his job. It was part of the performance. Part that you got to benefit from just as much as Atiny.

You sat up and clicked on his name. You had to call him. Had to explain that it was a moment of weakness, that you weren’t actually upset with him. The call started ringing in your ear, but you sat up straighter in your bed. You could hear his phone ringing. In your apartment. He was here.

You hung up the phone and jumped out of bed. You forgot that he had asked you for a night in because the following day was clear for him. A full actual day off. No plans. No schedules.

You grabbed a robe to wrap yourself in and padded quietly from your room to the main living space. You stopped dead in your tracks when you turned the corner.

He was there alright, in your apartment, which wasn’t surprising as he had a key. But what surprised you was /how/ he was sitting in your living room. He had closed the blackout curtains and left your Christmas tree lights on, so he and the room were bathed in the soft multicolored glow. His shoes and coat were hung up by the door, his shirt off and folded neatly on the edge of the couch.

He was kneeling on the floor in front of the tree, hands placed lightly atop his thighs, eyes closed, clearly focused on his breathing. You had no idea how long he had been there. Your eye was drawn again to the place where his shirt was neatly folded, stepping closer into the room to see what was resting on top of it.

It was your red lipstick. The very one you had used to write Seonghwa’s name the night before.

You looked back at Hongjoong and were met with opened eyes.

“I should have told you about the ribbon,” was all he said. His voice was soft, full of emotion that you couldn’t pin point.

That on top of seeing him sitting there, waiting for you, was making you spiral. Between the two of you, he was the one in charge. He asked you to kneel. Told you to be good for him. So seeing him like this was rare.

“What- what are you doing?” You said quietly, moving around the corner of the couch to stand fully in the room.

“It’s your turn. I let Atiny have me when I filmed that, but you get me always. Claim me, Jagiya. Write your name, leave your marks, cover me with kisses, whatever you’d like. I want to be able to have you all over my skin. I want it to stain. Hell, I want it to bruise. To scar. I want to never be rid of you.”

You turned and looked at the lipstick again. 

“It’s really okay, I don’t want you to-”

“I said, /it's your turn/. Pick up that lipstick and make me yours. Please. I want to be yours,” his voice had taken on a pleading tone, almost whining. It was the most attractive noise you had ever heard leave his lips.

You did as he asked, picking up the lipstick from where it sat on the couch, before walking over to where he was sitting on the floor and dropping to your own knees in front of him. You were sitting eye to eye with him now, and you could see the desperation in his. He wanted this, badly, and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“Please,” he said in almost a whisper. His bottom lip was quivering, emotion thick in his voice.

You opened the lipstick, making sure to scrape off excess product, before putting it on your lips. You watched as his eyes tracked the color as it was applied, his mouth falling open as he watched you.

Lips now full of color, you leaned forward, his eyes fluttering closed as you got closer to him. You moved slowly, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His breath hitched as you made contact.

“What made you want this?” You asked softly before pressing another kiss to his neck right below his jaw.

“Th-the.. The picture. Your picture. Last night. Didn’t... Didn’t like that it wasn’t my name... And.. I remembered what video dropped.. I just,” he stopped talking as you pressed your lips to his skin again before pulling back to reapply the color. “I just wanted to make it up to you... I get to leave marks on you all the time.. I just... I wanted to give you a chance in the only way I could think of.”

Color reapplied, you continued your trail of kisses with a smile on your face. You left most of them on his neck, getting a faint one on his chest before you pulled away again.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed.

“Lay down for me?” you asked sweetly. He moved fast, back hitting the floor with a thud. “Eager to please are we?”

You weren’t ready for what left his lips next.

“Yes, yes. Please, please keep going. I want more,” his voice was a full whine now. The same kind of whine that was evident in his rapping. The kind you didn’t know you needed to hear like this before today. The sound left goosebumps on your skin and had you wanting to do whatever you had to in order to hear it again.

You leaned over him, lipstick open again.

“Tilt your head back.”

He listened immediately, a soft whimper leaving him as you braced a hand against his throat.

You took your time then, artfully signing your name in swirling letters across his throat, right where Atiny had sat with that ribbon. You sat back to admire your work, and also to reapply the lipstick one more time. His eyes were screwed shut tight, head still tipped back as far as it could go. You leaned down once more and pressed a kiss right at the end of your name.

“Good boy, Joongie,” you said quietly. You heard his breath leave him in a rush. “You can sit up now, if you’d like.”

He lowered his head first, eyes meeting yours for the first time since you asked him to lay down. Something had changed, his eyes were no longer soft and pleading. They were sharper, hungrier.

Twenty minutes later, his skin was pink and scrubbed clean, his hair was damp and slicked back out of his face, and the borrowed sweats hung low on his hips. Yunho hadn’t provided a shirt, but he knew Mingi wouldn’t care.

Mingi found Yunho in his room, sat in front of his computer, some game pulled up which was turned off as soon as Mingi entered the room.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” Yunho started. Mingi just held up his hand.

“I want to talk through it, I just don’t know how to bring it up without making things… harder.” That caught Yunho’s attention.

“Harder? Like, for yourself? Or… for the group?” Mingi hated how quickly Yunho could catch onto his meaning sometimes. Mingi just nodded in response.

“Okay, well, we need to talk about it for sure if other members are involved. Or.. just another member?”

Mingi hesitated, he didn’t really want to air out Wooyoung’s business with San, but he knew that they would all have to know what happened and why to work around it. They had handled awkward things within the group before, but it had been a while.

“Wooyoung. And, and San. Sort of.”

“Mingi-yah, did you get caught in the crossfire of a lovers quarrel?” Yunho joked, the smile on his face dropping when Mingi just held expressionless eye contact with him. “Oh, you did. Fuck.”

Yunho stood from the computer chair and sat on his bed instead, patting the space next to him for Mingi to sit down as well.

“Well, have you talked to either of them? Since, uh, since whatever happened… happened?”

Mingi just shook his head.

“Okay,” Yunho turned to him, pulling one leg up on the bed so he could fully face Mingi. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Mingi took a deep breath and then told Yunho everything. He started with the first time that Wooyoung came to him for comfort after San blew up at him. Told him about his feelings for Wooyoung. Told him about how betrayed he felt when he figured out that Wooyoung was recording him. Told him how he was too scared that Wooyoung would be with San to go home.

Yunho just sat quietly and listened to it all, and took a few extra silent minutes to think after Mingi had finished.

“Well, first off, how can I help you Mingi-ya? Don’t worry about anyone else right now. What do you need?”

Mingi thought for a moment.

“I need… I need to forget about it. I don’t know how you can help with that… I just.. I need a distraction.”

Yunho lifted a hand to Mingi’s face and pushed a fallen damp strand of hair back behind his ear.

“Let me try?”

Mingi could feel his ears burning immediately. It had been a long time since he and his best friend had done anything. Yunho went to his computer for stress relief more often than seeking out another member.

“Mingi-ya?” Yunho’s long fingers were now wrapped around Mingi’s chin - he had zoned out for a moment.

“Uh. S-sure,” he managed to stutter out.

“Come now, Mingi-ya, you know I need full answers,” Yunho's voice had dropped and sounded full and sultry. Mingi swallowed hard, Yunho knew that he liked when the other person took charge of the situation, and it seemed he was determined to do whatever he could to help Mingi forget all about Wooyoung, even if just for a few moments.

“Y-yes, please”

It came out as a whine, and Mingi watched as his best friend's eyes darkened.

Yunho wasted no time, hand moving from Mingi’s chin to cup the back of his neck, protecting his head from bouncing as he pushed him back with his own body weight. Yunho pressed his lips firmly to Mingi’s, chuckling into the kiss as Mingi immediately opened his mouth to let Yunho in.

Yunho’s hands were all over, sliding down Mingi’s neck, over his bare chest, running lightly up the side of his ribs before down over his chest again, drawing trails of goosebumps across Mingi’s flushed skin. Mingi couldn’t control his hips, they left the bed and pressed up against Yunho’s, searching for friction. Yunho reached a hand down and gripped Mingi’s hip tightly before pressing it back down to the mattress. But Yunho wasn’t cruel, he pressed his hips down against Mingi’s and thrusted lightly against the younger man, giving Mingi the pressure he was looking for.

”M’gonna get up, Mings,” Yunho said against Mingi’s lips. “Gonna taste you.”

Mingi wrapped his arms around his hyung and pressed their lips together again, making Yunho laugh. He wanted Yunho’s mouth around him, but he didn’t want to lose the chance to feel him against his lips. They were practically the same height, but Yunho made Mingi feel small when he was pressed against him like this, and Mingi loved it.

He awoke the next morning to knocking on the studio door. He was glad he locked it again. Rising and doing his best to stretch out the stiffness from his sleeping arrangements, he rubbed a hand down through his hair and then down his face. He knew he probably looked miserable. He felt miserable.

”Mingi-yah,” said the person on the other side of the door. “Please, I know you’re here. Seonghwa is worried.”

Mingi shuffled over to the door and unlocked it, not bothering to open it for his best friend on the other side. He knew Yunho heard the lock disengage. When Yunho opened the door, Mingi was already sat in his chair at the desk, headphones wrapped around his neck. He was trying to look as normal as possible, as if he had spent the entire night working. He should have. He still hadn’t finished the edits that Joong had asked for.

”Were you here all night?” Yunho asked, fixing the cushions on the couch before sitting down. “You slept on this tiny couch? Mingi…”

”Was busy.” Mingi said simply, not even turning to face Yunho. He knew if he looked at his best friend that everything that happened would spill from his lips, along with the tears left unshed after last night.

”You know you don’t have to work so hard, no one here wants to see you burn out, Mingi-yah.”

”I won’t, I promise. Just gotta finish this for Joong.”

”What’s he got you doing now? Anything I can do to help?”

”He just got stuck, asked me to sort it. But I can’t figure it out either. I’ve had this for a week and I just can’t get the melody to flow right.” Mingi pushed back off the desk and leaned back into his chair. “He keeps asking me about it and I don’t want to tell him I’m stumped too.”

Talking about work was helping. If he could keep Yunho focused on this, maybe he would make it through the interaction without breaking down.

”Mind if I take a look?” Yunho asked, standing from the couch, he knew Mingi would say yes.

Mingi pushed farther away from the desk, letting Yunho take the space in front of the computer. Yunho glanced at his friend’s face for just a moment. Mingi looked exhausted, but there was something more. It wasn’t just the burden of work and not wanting to disappoint their Captain, something else was bothering him. Something that he clearly didn’t want to talk about just yet.

—

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help, that is a tough rhythm to try and work out,” Yunho said. They had been taking turns at the computer trying to figure out why the song pulled up on the screen sounded off.

”It’s alright, I’m sure Joong will just ask someone else for help when I tell him I can’t get it.”

Mingi’s shoulders fell at the idea of having to tell their Captain that he couldn’t fix the song. Mingi was his second line of defense, the one who swooped in when Hongjoong got stuck or frustrated and was always able to work out exactly what needed to change in order to get Hongjoong back on the right track.

But this one had him stumped.

He was sure the stress of the job was getting to him again and limiting his creative flow, but he was still disappointed in himself.

”You should go home,” Yunho said, gathering his things and unlocking the door. “Hwa is worried about you. And you need to sleep.” He said pointedly.

Mingi just waved him off. He knew Yunho was right. Sleep was definitely on his short list of things to do. But he didn’t want to be home, not if San and Wooyoung were going to be there. He may have spent the last few hours with Yunho focused on work and feeling alright, but as soon as he was alone again, his mood plummeted.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why Wooyoung had used him like that. Wooyoung knew that Mingi would help him with (or talk him down from) just about anything. Mingi didn’t understand why Wooyoung had to go behind his back, sort of, and record their little tryst.

Since he needed to talk to Hongjoong anyways, he decided to check around the building and see if he was here working, and if he wasn’t, Mingi would go to his dorm instead of his own. He was just going to believe that Woo was with San or on a schedule and not at home.

—

Mingi steeled himself before knocking on the door. He should have just texted, but he thought of that after he was already stood in their hallway.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding once he saw Hongjoong on the other side of the door.

“Mingi?”

“I’m sorry, I should have called, I just. I’m stuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, which was thoroughly messed up at this point. After his encounter with Wooyoung and staying overnight at the studio without a shower, he knew he was gross. He should have just gone home and showered at least.

Hongjoong moved away from the door and Mingi followed him inside the apartment.

“Stuck... On the track I sent you?” There was something sharp in Hongjoong’s tone that Mingi hadn’t expected.

“Y-yeah. I can’t find the piece that’s messing up the flow. Yunho looked at it to and -”

“You let someone else hear the track?” Hongjoong spun to look at Mingi.

“I mean, it was just Yunho..”

“It wasn’t ready to share! I sent it to you because I thought you could help fix it. I wasn’t going to share it with any of the other guys until it was more finished!”

Mingi wasn’t sure where this was coming from. Their Captain usually loved when the guys wanted to work with him on new tracks.

“I.. I didn’t. I’m sorry. I was just stuck on it and Yunho came looking for me at the studio and he offered to help and..” Mingi trailed off. He didn’t really want to talk about why Yunho was there. Then he’d have to get into why Seonghwa was worried, and why he didn’t go home.

Hongjoong ran his hands down over his face.

“Well, tell Yunho to forget about it. If you can’t fix it either, it's likely a lost cause anyway. I’ll have to start over.”

“Couldn’t we ask someone else? It might need fresh eyes, someone who doesn’t think the way we do?”

“No.” Hongjoong’s answer was immediate and sharp. “It’s already been spread too much. Delete your copy. It’s dead.”

With that, Hongjoong went into his room and shut the door. Mingi stood in the kitchen for a moment, in shock at how the interaction had played out. He didn’t shut his door quietly, and no one peeked out from any other rooms to see what was going on, so at least there was no one to see Mingi tear up. He was too dehydrated to cry for real - and he didn’t want Hongjoong to come out and see him crying in his kitchen anyway, even if he did feel like he could burst into sobs at any moment.

He took a few deep breaths and texted Yunho on his way out the door. He didn’t want to talk about what had happened, but he couldn’t deal with Hongjoong being upset with him on top of everything that already happened.

“Of course you can come over, Sangie is on a shoot today so it’s just me.”

Mingi wasn’t kidding when he called himself the emotional support for the members. He would always be there when they needed him. Whether it was Hongjoong coming to see him for a break because he knew Mingi would leave him so he could catch up on work or sleep; or Yeosang asking him to go to the gym when San couldn’t make it. But he was especially available for Wooyoung. He knew that he loved San, but Mingi still held a burning ember for Woo. He had liked him ever since he joined the team, though he would never admit it.

It was helpful that every member was affectionate towards each other, even more than Atiny suspected. They were too busy for dating, and too visible to just pick a stranger to get their rocks off with, so a lot of the time they would help each other out. They had their favorites, and Mingi assumed that over time, many of them had settled into relationships with each other, though they would never openly talk about it. San and Wooyoung were one of those suspected couples. They would still go to others if they needed and the other was busy, but it became less and less frequent as the years passed. 

Mingi was Wooyoung’s exception. Whenever he and San had a falling out (which seemed to happen at least once a month at this point), Wooyoung would call Mingi and ask to stay with him for a bit. He knew it was hurtful to San, but he also knew that as soon as San calmed down, he would be sweet and apologetic. San didn’t want to be his old self, and Wooyoung didn’t want to take advantage of San’s more gentle nature, but at this point, it was habit.

Mingi’s phone had lit up the previous evening with a text from Woo.

”Are you in the studio? San is being his old self again.”

Mingi shook his head and rubbed a hand down his face before responding. He loved getting to spend time with Wooyoung, but he was trying to finish up a project that Hongjoong had tasked him with, and it had to be finished by the end of the night.

”I am, but I’m working. You can come if you promise to be quiet.”

He thought a moment before sending off another text.

”And bring food.”

Half an hour later, a light knock sounded against the studio door. Mingi stood from his chair and unlocked the door - he wanted to make sure that no one bothered him while he waited for Wooyoung, he knew he wouldn’t focus much while the younger member was there with him.

Wooyoung was holding up a bag of takeout and his eyes were wet and rimmed with red - so it was one of the bad ones.

”Thank you, Mingi-yah. I couldn’t sit there anymore and listen to him. I didn’t even do anything this time, I swear. He was just so angry. I’m sure leaving is going to make it worse, but I didn’t know what else to do.”

Mingi took the food from him and set it on the floor next to the desk before turning back to Wooyoung and grabbing his hand which was encased in the oversized sweatshirt he was nearly drowning in - one of San’s he was sure. Mingi pulled Wooyoung over to the couch situated at the back of the room and sat, pulling the smaller man onto his lap and tucking him against his chest.

”I’m sorry you get the brunt of his anger, I’ve been there and I know its not comfortable. But you know he doesn’t mean it. He just gets overwhelmed. You know he’s working on it.”

Wooyoung just nodded with a sniff.

”I just wish he would talk to me about it more, like he does with you. I want to know what bothers him so I can avoid it if at all possible. I know I’m a lot to deal with, but I don’t want to push him away. I don’t want to push any of you away…” Woo said quietly.

”You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I am curious what he said this time… Maybe I can talk to him about it…” Mingi trailed off. If he listened to the darker part of his brain, he would do what he could to drive a wedge between the two lovers so he could be there to pick up Wooyoung’s pieces and put him back together. But he wasn’t like that. He would do what he could to ensure that they stayed together as long as they both wanted.

”More of the same as last time, but he was just more harsh… He told me he wished I hadn’t joined the team.. That I made everything harder and made everyone uncomfortable with how affectionate I am..”

Mingi squeezed the smaller man even tighter to his chest.

”You know that’s not true. Even Joong appreciates your affection in his own way. You bring us all out of our shells and bring us closer. Don’t let San’s dark side diminish your personality,” ”its what makes me love you”. But Mingi couldn’t say the last part. Not yet, maybe not ever.

”Thank you, Mingi-yah,” Wooyoung said in a whisper.

They sat there for a few minutes before Woo shifted in Mingi’s lap, tilting his head to look up at his hyung.

”Mingi… would.. would it be alright if I…” but he just trailed off, seemingly not brave enough to ask for what he wanted. But Mingi knew. Wooyoung was an affectionate person, it brought him comfort, which is exactly what he needed when this happened. Mingi just nodded, turning his face away from Wooyoung, seemingly to give him access to what he wanted, but in reality he was turning away to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks.

Wooyoung didn’t waste a second, lips pressing against Mingi’s neck. He left a trail from the indent above Mingi’s collarbone up to the sensitive spot behind his ear before moving down his jaw.

Mingi was grateful that the studio lights were low, as they would hopefully disguise how red he had gotten, but it wouldn’t do anything for the heat he’s sure was evident against Wooyoung’s lips.

Woo lifted a hand and lightly grabbed Mingi’s chin, turning the larger man’s face towards his own. His lips ghosted over Mingi’s for a moment before crushing them, the kiss immediately turning impatient. Mingi shifted on the couch so he could grab Wooyoung’s waist and pull him to straddle his lap. Immediately Woo began to frantically grind down onto Mingi’s lap, feeling that Mingi’s cock was already straining against his sweatpants.

”Mingi-yah,” Woo said in a breathless whine, barely pulling away from their heated kiss. “Would you taste me? I need to feel your mouth.”

Never one to turn away a chance to taste the man he loved, Mingi agreed. Wooyoung stood from Mingi’s lap and pulled down his own sweatpants enough to free his aching member before sitting back down on the couch. Mingi rose up himself, grabbing a stray hair tie from the desk with a passing thought to a haircut being in his near future. He quickly tied up the top half of his hair to keep it out of his face before dropping to his knees in front of the couch, earning a groan from Woo.

”You look so good on your knees for me, Princess,” he said, voice husky and full of desire.

Mingi didn’t respond, instead grabbing hold of Wooyoung’s cock and licking a stripe up the underside, causing the younger member’s head to fall back against the couch. 

This was exactly what he needed to forget what San had said to him earlier. He needed someone to show him he was wanted, and he knew Mingi was the perfect man for the job. He knew Mingi had feelings for him, he had known it for a long time. It was mean of him to seek him out whenever San hurt him, but it was so simple to get what he needed.

This time, he wanted to hurt San back. He knew that sex with Mingi wouldn’t do it alone, he needed to take it a step farther. He didn’t think Mingi would mind, since he was so blatantly in love with Wooyoung, not that anyone would tell him how obvious it was.

As Mingi took Woooyoung’s cock into his mouth, Wooyoung decided exactly what needed to happen. He let Mingi work him with his mouth for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling.

”More, Mingi-yah, please,” he said in nearly a whimper. Mingi lifted his eyes to meet Woo’s for a moment before he closed them and forced his head farther down on his cock, taking him into his throat. It felt amazing, but Wooyoung had to focus. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, opened up the camera, and pressed record.

His other hand threaded into Mingi’s hair, holding him down so he would keep his cock in his throat.

”That’s it, Princess, keep me in that tight throat.”

Mingi moaned in response to the sudden harsh treatment, he loved when Wooyoung would take charge of him like this.

”Keep holding it, you’re doing so well. So much better to me than Sannie.”

Mingi hummed in question, but Woo was still fisting his hair and keeping his head down. He assumed Wooyoung was just saying whatever to make himself feel better. Mingi started to struggle for air, gagging slightly and trying to lift his head, but Woo held him firmly, so Mingi breathed through his nose and did his best to stop the gagging, believing that the man stuck deep in his throat must be close to release.

”You’re so pretty when you gag on me, Princess. Show Sannie how pretty you are, let him hear how well I fuck your throat. I bet you wish it was yours, hm baby?”

At that Mingi pulled his head up and off of Wooyoung, using his size and strength against Wooyoung’s hand. He sputtered and coughed for a moment, trying to catch his breath before speaking.

”Youngie, what?” He lifted his face to see Wooyoung holding his phone. He had been typing and had clearly sent something. “What did you just do?”

”It's just to San, Mingi-yah, you know he won’t do anything about it. I just had to show him what he was missing out on since he decided to let his anger get the better of him, again.”

”Youngie….” Mingi said softly. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He knew Wooyoung was using him to feel better, but he never wanted to be used like this.

He stood, wiping the spit off of his chin and lips and pulling out the hair tie before running a hand through his hair. 

“You can’t.. You shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t ask me. I don’t… I didn’t…” But he couldn’t finish his thought.

”Its fine, Princess,” Wooyoung said, standing himself and tucking his still hard cock back into his sweats. “Thank you, that’s exactly what I needed.”

Wooyoung stepped around Mingi and picked up the bag of takeout, unloading the containers onto the free side of the desk away from the computer equipment.

Mingi was still standing facing the couch, tears freely flowing at this point.

”Leave.” He said, voice gravelly both from emotion and abuse.

Wooyoung stopped what he was doing, turning to face his hyung.

”What?”

”LEAVE!” Mingi said louder, spinning around fast and coming nearly face to face with Wooyoung.

”Mingi-yah, what-“

”You heard me. You shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t tell you you could record me. What if that gets out? What if someone hacks your phone?” He was yelling at the smaller man at this point, and Wooyoung was shrinking into himself.

”Delete it. Go to San and delete it from his phone. And then you need to sort out whatever shit with him directly, because I’m not helping you anymore.” He stepped away from Wooyoung and sat down roughly on the small couch.

”M-Mingi-ya…” Wooyoung said quietly, tears of his own visible against his cheeks. “I didn’t… that’s not… I’m sorry. I just, I love him and he’s so mean when he gets like this.. I just had to show him that I had more than just him…”

”You didn’t have to use me against him..” Mingi said in a whisper, head in his hands. He couldn’t believe he had let Wooyoung use him for so long that he thought this was okay. He let him get his own way whenever he wanted, just like San did.

”Youngie… Wooyoung,” he said, lifting his head after a moment. “I.. I can’t do this anymore. You can’t come to me for this. I can’t… My heart can’t take it. I love you, as more than a co-worker. More than a brother. I let you come to me when you’re having these moments with San because I know it's the only way I can have you… But, I can’t do that anymore. I can’t let you use me. Especially not like this.”

Wooyoung wiped the tears from his face and stood up straight before pulling out his phone. 

“I’ll delete it and I’ll go to him and delete it off his phone too. I don’t.. I don’t know why I did that. I should have just asked…”

”NO.” Mingi said with a shout. “You shouldn’t have done it at all! I wouldn’t have agreed to that. I don’t want sex with you to be weaponized, I just wanted to be with you Youngie. I just wanted to get whatever sliver of affection I could because I was being selfish. But I’m done. This, whatever it is, is done.”

Wooyoung stood in silence for a moment before nodding and moving to the door.

”I’m.. I’m really sorry Mingi. I won’t.. I won’t come to you again. I promise.”

Wooyoung left the room and Mingi stood to lock the door before pressing his back to it and sliding down to the floor. His body was wracked with sobs he could no longer hold back. He had told Wooyoung how he felt, and he hadn’t said anything about it. He knew it was too much to ask for, for Wooyoung to feel the same. But for him to do something as terrible as take a sex tape to use against San… That was the nail in the proverbial coffin. 

Mingi didn’t know what the coming days would look like, how their schedules would go, or if he could handle being in the same space as Wooyoung after his betrayal.

It wasn’t the first time Wooyoung had come to him.

He pushed open the back door that led to the alley, noting a few people milling about, cigarettes and drinks in hand. He found a clear spot and leaned up against the wall, pulling a cigarette of his own from the stolen pack and lighting it with the lighter stuffed into the box.

A few seconds in, he noticed someone standing across the alley was watching him. The man was shorter, dark spikes of hair falling in front of his face, dressed like a damn model for some new age punk fashion line. He wasn’t just watching Yunho, he was staring him down. Looked almost like he wanted to take a bite of him.

The shorter man noticed that he had been spotted and smirked before pushing himself off the wall to make his way towards Yunho.

“Rough day?”

“That easy to tell?” Yunho responded, taking another drag from the cigarette in his hand.

“Very easy, you don’t smoke, but you are tonight,” the man said with a level of conviction that had Yunho digging through his memories to figure out if he knew this man - he didn’t recognize him. And if Yunho knew him, there was no way he’d forget that face.

“I, uh. No, no I don’t. How..?”

“You’re not inhaling.”

Oh. He hadn’t considered that he maybe just wasn’t doing it correctly.

Yunho laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his empty hand.

“Ahh...”

The shorter man stepped closer to him and plucked the lit cigarette from his hand.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know.”

All Yunho could do was stare as the man in front of him placed the cigarette in between his own lips and took a drag, exhaling slowly and letting the smoke curl around his face before flicking it to his feet and stomping it out with his shoe.

“Uh, yeah, I ... I know.”

“Can’t have a pretty thing like you putting yourself at risk - if you need to blow off steam there are plenty of other things we could do.”

“W-we?” Yunho was feeling /very/ flustered. The man in front of him may have been a head and shoulders shorter, but the energy rolling off his shoulders was anything but small.

“If you’d like,” the man leaned forward again, this time placing an arm against the wall next to Yunho, effectively trapping him in place. Yunho had shrunk and was standing with bent knees at this point - eye level with this deliciously dangerous looking specimen.

Once he hung up the phone, he laid down next to you, hand lightly tracing shapes against your exposed skin. His eyes followed his fingers, smile growing wider as he watched goosebumps appear.

“Still so sensitive for me,” he said breathlessly. “I could touch you forever.” The last part was barely a whisper.

You felt your face grow warm at that soft confession, you didn’t know that there would be any point in this evening’s adventure where you would believe it was real.

His hand trailed back up to the side of your neck where he had marked you and he lightly pressed on it again. You sucked air in through your teeth and shuddered lightly at the sensation.

“Can I leave more?” He asked softly, eyes filled with hunger yet again.

“Please.”

It was almost a whine. You wanted him to claim you, to mark you, to bruise you. You wanted to be reminded of this night for days (maybe weeks) to come. You wanted every touch etched into your skin as if you were a block of marble and he was the artist chiseling bits away to create a masterpiece.

He moved so he was hovering over you and began pressing a trail of kisses down your neck from the spot he had already laid his claim. He bit down again right where your neck met your shoulder, then let his tongue sooth the sting. He moved farther from your neck, biting into the top of your shoulder right above your collarbone. Here he bit down hard, pulling a whine from your lips. He pulled his mouth away and brushed over the spot with the tips of his fingers, looking satisfied with how you reacted to his touch, with how the crescent shape of his teeth was left indented in your skin. He pressed his lips below your collarbone before adding a matching mark to the one he left on top - not biting as hard this time, but it was still enough to have you seeing stars.

A knock on the door signalled that the room service had been delivered. Wooyoung pushed himself up off of you before pressing into the mark on your shoulder. You quickly pulled your hand to your mouth to muffle the sound that escaped you, again worried about the staff hearing you.

--

“Thank you for dinner,” you said after the two of you had finished eating. You were feeling shy now, wrapped in a robe the hotel had provided, alcohol fully absent from your system. You were sure that now that the two of you were more sober, he would likely ask you to leave, which you would understand. “I can, um, I can get going...” You said quietly, starting to rise from the bed.

“What? Why... Why would you leave? Are you... Did I do something? I mean, you are free to go if you’d like, but I really would like to spend more time with you,” he said in a rush, standing from the bed himself.

“No, no, I just, I thought maybe that you needed to rest. Your concert was hours ago, I don’t want you to be tired or anything because of me...” You were a little surprised that he was so quick to think that he had done something.

“When I said I didn’t want to waste any of my time with you tonight, I meant it,” he sat back down on the bed, reaching for your hand and tugging you to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Would you stay? Please?”

You nodded and leaned into him.

“Sorry, I just... This doesn’t feel real. I’m not entirely convinced this isn’t a dream or hallucination or something,” you said with a laugh.

“Let me show you how real it is,” he said with a sly smile. He gripped your waist tighter and pressed his lips to yours again, turning towards you and then spinning to lay you down onto the bed. His kiss turned frantic, all tongue and teeth. He quickly had you fully underneath him once again, his hands pulling at the tie on the robe in order to expose your skin to his touch once again. He pushed the robe open, trapping your arms at your sides with the extra fabric. He trailed kisses down your neck and chest, hands working their way down your body to pull off the lacy black panties that he left on you earlier.

He stood from the bed then and removed his own jeans and briefs. You were watching - of course you were - and you failed to restrain your facial expression, which made him laugh and shake his head. You sat up just enough to free your arms and finish removing the robe, you weren’t going to let him restrain you... You wanted to touch him.

He started to move to hover over you again, but you shook your head.

“No?” he asked, a smirk settling on his face.

“No, you lay down,” you said, feeling more confident now being able to see just how much you were affecting him.

He did as you said, and you quickly straddled his thighs, his cxck in front of you resting heavily on his stomach. You leaned forward, laying against him as you pressed kisses of your own against his naked chest. You wouldn’t admit it even if he asked, but what you had seen had intimidated you, and you were trying to gain the courage to touch him there.

“You can handle it,” he said breathlessly. You buried your face deeper in his chest, embarrassed that he seemed to be able to sense that you were impressed and concerned about his size. “I want to feel you on me, Jagiya.”

How could you deny him what he was directly asking for?

You sat back and looked down at him, he was mouthwateringly beautiful. But you just had to hope you would have the opportunity to taste him later (... or perhaps another time, but you weren’t going to assume). You gripped him at the base and held him upright. The sound that broke past his lips when your hand made contact was sinful, you wanted to hear him again, and you knew exactly what to do.

You raised up off of his thighs and positioned him at your entrance, gliding his head through your slick folds before pressing down onto him.

He cursed in Korean as gravity pulled you down. You were about to do the same. He was so thick, you thought he was tearing you in two. Pausing for a moment to adjust, you met his gaze. His eyes were dark again, intense and full of hunger. He cocked his head to the side, asking a silent question. When you nodded, his hands flew to your hips.

He pulled you down quickly.

“Fuck!”

You no longer cared about anyone hearing, hell, the other members could probably hear you and even that wouldn’t bother you at this point. You were too full to care. He let you sit for a moment, letting you catch your breath - and catching his own in turn.

“You feel so good... so tight,” he said with a groan, his eyes fluttering shut.

You took advantage of the break in eye contact and began to move before he expected it. You felt every incredible inch as you picked yourself up and then slammed back down onto him. Gentle was not the name of your game for the evening. Not after how much he marked you. You were going to leave him a sensitive overwhelmed mess, just as he had left you before dinner.

His fingers pressed into your hips, squeezing so hard you were sure you’d be able to pick out exactly where he had gripped you come morning. His breath was already ragged, eyes open once again and locked onto where the two of you were connected.

He wasn’t going to last long, and neither were you.

“I’m not.. I can’t...” You couldn’t get the words out. Your pleasure was building so fast, you weren’t going to be able to hold it back

“I know, I know, me too, so close,” he breathed out.

He was the one setting the pace at this point, holding your hips in place above him as he thrusted up into you, but his timing was breaking down. He let his hips fall back to the bed and pulled you down, settling as deep as possible inside you. You felt him twitch inside you, his heat spilling into you and pushing you over the edge. You cried out as you came, clenching down onto him which dragged a guttural moan from his throat, his head tipped back, neck arched, and eyes shut tight.

You leaned forward and placed your hands on his chest, bracing yourself so you could catch your breath as you came down from your fourth orgasm of the night. You giggled as you felt aftershocks of pleasure shake your system, which quickly turned into a full laugh. He almost whined as your body shook, your laughter causing you to clench around him.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” You said, trying to cut off your laughter. He checked his grip on your waist before rolling over to the side, making you both lay down on the bed facing each other.

You laid there for a few moments, gathering yourself and watching him do the same. The two of you were still wrapped in each others arms, and you didn’t want to be the first to let go.

“We should clean up,” he said after a few moments.

You sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, we should,” you agreed.

“Shower with me?” He asked earnestly, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.

What the guys don’t know though, is just how sweet Seungmin is to you when you’re alone. He goes full puppy when it’s just the two of you. He loves being close to you and will cuddle on the couch or in bed for hours.

At the same time, if you say something he did or said was cute he will roll his eyes and shake his head. Sometimes even go so far as to threaten to take it back. But you know inside he’s glad you thought it. 

When he’s away on tour, he will poke fun at you if you say you miss him. But then he will bombard you with selfies - sometimes sending them with snarky texts.

“Since you miss my face so much 🙄” is one of his go-tos. (and you love it and save every single one)

The only one of the guys who knows how deeply Seungmin really feels for you is Chris. Seungmin has already told him that he’ll have to be his best man someday. He says he has to marry you because no one can handle his sass like you can. 

Your camera roll:

He knew you liked having pictures of him after you kept snapping them whenever you could. (He loved that you were taking them

Now he sends you a selfie every single day.

Eventually he noticed you saved more photos when his hands were visible, which devolved into him sending hand-focused selfies... and eventually just photos of his hands. He liked teasing you about it.

He sometimes has a hard time with how close you are with the rest of the guys - he can get jealous fairly easily. But you always know just what to say or do to reset his brain.

He really does love that you are so comfortable with everyone, just needs a reminder every once in a while that you’re there for him - which you are more than willing to give.

In public away from the group, he doesn’t act like the Maknae. He leads you when you walk around town, makes sure you never touch a door or pull out your own chair.

But when it’s just the two of you? He will act as cute as possible to earn giggles from you (and sometimes groans when he does something particularly cringy).

One time Seungmin caught him facetiming you using a baby voice, he’ll never live that one down. But he doesn’t care, because it made you smile, which is what matters.

Your camera roll:

He’s always so busy, so sometimes it feels like the two of you facetime more than you see each other in person, but you don’t mind.

You love being on a call with him while he’s working on the next album in the studio. Love watching him focus and work hard. A plus side is he’s usually barefaced while he’s working, which you love. You compliment him any time you can, trying to break him out of his shell. 

When he’s not busy with work, he loves taking you out and spoiling you. Nice dates, shopping trips, visiting holiday and night markets. And he’ll never let you spend a penny. He loves being able to treat you, loves how excited you get when he hands you a little snack or trinket you didn’t see him grab while you were off looking at something else

When he’s away on tour he calls you on facetime when he’s going to bed so that he can sleep. You have many screenshots of him wrapped up in hotel sheets and blankets (he doesn’t know you have a whole folder of photos of him sleeping. you’re saving them to prove to the guys that he does indeed sleep… sometimes)

His parents love you, and Berry is obsessed with you whenever the two of you are able to visit.

He always talks about the future with you, and has been clear from the moment that he felt it that he wanted you to be his forever.

Your camera roll:

“We’re in the hall,” you whispered with a laugh as he leaned into you, his lips ghosting against your throat.

“I told you, I’m not missing out on a single moment.” He pulled his face away from your neck and sealed his lips to yours once more as he fished his wallet out of his pocket.

You didn’t realize what he was doing, too lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, until the door beeped. Without breaking your kiss, he pushed the door open - keeping you pressed tightly against it the whole time. Once you were both past the threshold he stepped back, pulling you into his chest and away from the door, letting it close on its own. He pulled you deeper into the room.

You did your best to follow and not trip over your own feet, giggling into the kiss he wouldn’t pull away from.

He only pulled away when you made it almost all the way to the bed, his eyes were glazed over with desire, his breath coming in pants - the same as your own.

“Dinner, I promised you dinner,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes dropped down to your lips, no doubt pink and swollen..

“I thought you wanted an appetizer,” you teased. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the desire hardening into something darker, something hungrier.

He just nodded and lifted the hem of your shirt.

“Off.”

It was a command, but a gentle one. Glad for the alcohol coursing through your veins and your past desire to feel good about yourself all night, you quickly lifted your shirt over your head and stepped back to let your bottoms fall to the floor, showing off your matching black lace bra and panty set. He shed his top as well, exposing the skin you had seen on stage and from behind a screen. You stepped back towards him, hands to his chest, ghosting across the skin you had only thought you would be able to dream of touching.

He leaned into your touch with a groan, pulling your face to his again for another heated kiss. He pushed you gently towards the bed, lips leaving yours and trailing across your jaw as your knees hit the edge of the mattress. He wrapped an arm around your back and leaned you back slowly, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, across your chest, and ending on your hip by the waistband of your panties.

He lifted his head and locked eyes with you, lifting a single brow.

“This okay?”

“I appreciate that you want to check in, but please, please, just touch me, Wooyoung,” you almost squeak out in frustration.

“You sound so good saying my name,” he said in almost a moan. “Gonna make you scream it next,” he said softly as he hooked a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulled them aside.

He slipped his thumb over your folds and pressed lightly onto your clit, making you drop your head back to the bed. You couldn’t believe that you were here, in his hotel room, with his thumb pressing right where you needed it. The shock of it all made everything feel more intense, and you were whining almost immediately.

“Oh, worked up are we? Do you want more?” He teased, sliding his thumb back down and away from your needy bundle of nerves. He dipped his thumb inside you and moaned. “Jagiya, you’re soaked for me...”

“Please, please... more,” you moaned.

He pulled his thumb from you, and you sat up to look at him, ready to beg if you had to. But he looked up at you through his brows and lowered his head, licking a stripe up your center.

“Fuck...” you said breathlessly, head and shoulders dropping back to the bed.

He took his time tasting you, keeping your panties pulled to the side - you were tempted to tell him to just rip them off. You had always imagined that he would be good at this, read plenty of fanfiction (though you would never tell him that) and watched plenty of clips of his tongue darting out as he danced, but you hadn’t thought that he would be this good. He ate you like a man who had been starved.

He savored every moment, tongue circling your clit before dipping back down to taste you, the thumb on the hand pulling your panties to the side rubbing wherever his tongue wasn’t, his free hand wrapped around the thigh he had tossed over his shoulder.

It didn’t take long for him to pull an orgasm from you, and before you knew it he had gotten another. He didn’t pull his mouth away from you until just after your third. You were spent. You felt like your legs didn’t exist, and you didn’t trust your core enough to sit up. You tilted your head to the side so you could see his face. His hair was sticking up in every direction after you had tangled your hands in it after the first orgasm, holding him close so you could ride out the high. His lips were pink, swollen, and wet, and something inside you squirmed as you watched his tongue pass over them, collecting the taste of you. His pupils were blown wide, eyes raking over your shaking legs and then gliding up your form to your face.

“How you feeling, jagiya?” he asked, swiping his thumb just below his bottom lip to collect the moisture that was there. “Think you can handle more, or do you need a dinner break?”

“M-more,” you whimpered out.

He stood and tilted his head to look at you.

“I don’t know, you might need a break.. But first...” He sat on the bed next to your splayed out form and leaned over you. He pressed a trail of kisses across your chest and up your neck. When he hit the sweet spot just behind your ear, he bit down. Your arms flew up to wrap around him, the only sound escaping your lips a choked sob. You were so sensitive everywhere, and he knew it.

He has more photos of you than you do of him. You’re always catching him take photos of you - usually at moments where you aren’t feeling your best.

The two of you spend a lot of time both in museums and in nature. You love watching him in his element. His eyes will catch something and you know he’ll spend the rest of the day thinking about drawing what he saw in that moment.

He loves watching you in yours as well. The small smile on his face whenever he’s around you grows as he notices you sitting quietly immersed in your hobbies.

When he’s away on tour, he will send you his sketches, and ask what you think (you always love them).

He loves your laugh and how you look when you smile. He’s always trying to do whatever he can to make you do both - silly dances, putting his hair straight up in a silly style, or making silly faces.

He loves dancing with you. He will grab you and spin you around the kitchen in the middle of making dinner. He will take you out dancing in nightclubs, taking advantage of the dim lighting and sultry music to show off his more risqué moves, and he practically drools as you do the same.

Your camera roll:

You got the text late Saturday night. It was basically Sunday morning at this point.

”You available?”

Short, Not so sweet. But to the point.

”For you? I suppose”

You were always bratty. You knew he liked it, even if he said it pissed him off.

”20 minutes”

You rolled your eyes at his response. You knew it would really be ten. He was halfway to you before he even reached out, that’s how sure he was that you would respond.

Sure enough, ten minutes later you got a knock on your door.

”Twenty, huh?” You said after you opened the door. You left it open and walked back into your apartment, not bothering to welcome him in or show him around. You both knew what this was, and that level of courtesy wasn’t necessary.

”I just missed you so much, Jagiya,” you heard from the front hall as you made it back to your bedroom. He was always so kind, leaving his shoes at the door. It didn’t match the demeanor you knew you were about to see.

“Uh, huh,” you said, flopping down onto your bed.

He paused in the doorway of your room, arm braced against the wall in the way he knew you liked. You did your best to ignore him. You both knew why he was here, you weren’t going to beat around the bush.

”How about you come here and show me how much you missed me, hm?” He said with a smirk.

”Did you shower after the concert, or is your hair still drenched in sweat?” You asked, rolling your eyes at him.

”I know you like me all hot and bothered baby, why would I ruin that for you?” He tilted his head and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

You wished that lip was in your mouth.

But you weren’t going to give in so easily.

”What if I changed my mind? What if you all sweaty isn’t what I’m into anymore?”

”Well then I’d say we should hop in the shower together,” he offered up without missing a beat.

”I’m too tired for a shower,” you said, feigning a yawn.

”Not too tired for me, I hope,” he nearly growled, pushing away from the door frame to come stand in front of your bed. He ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, leaving a few pieces plastered onto his forehead.

All you could do was shake your head. The need was overwhelming you at this point, but you weren’t going to just give in.

He knew that.

“No, I know you aren’t. You’re wired, aren’t you?” His voice had turned darker. “You need me, don’t you Jagiya?”

You clamped your mouth shut, worried that sound would escape you.

”Come, show me,” he said, reaching and undoing the belt laced through his jeans.

You were done fighting. You sat up on your knees before leaning forward and crawling across the bed towards him.

”Ah, ah, ah. On your back.”

You felt your mouth fall open. You loved when he was like this, even if you acted like you hated it.

You flipped over, hanging your head off the bed. He groaned at the sight, which just got you more excited.

You watched from below him as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down just barely over his hips. 

“Tongue out, princess.” You followed his instructions immediately, pressing your tongue flat against your chin. He pulled himself free from his boxers and you nearly moaned at the sight.

He was thick and veiny, and you knew what every vein felt like under your tongue. His tip was red and leaking already, he had this planned all day you were sure. You wonder if his performance was helped or hampered by how turned on he must have been… You knew the fans would go crazy if he was even a fraction as hard as he is now. You knew they were eagle-eyed, would notice immediately if he was hot and bothered.

He laid his length across your face, tip resting on the end of your tongue. All you could *see* was him. All you could *smell* was him. All you could *taste* was him. And you loved it.

”Do you want me, Jagiya? Want me down that pretty throat of yours?” He asked, thrusting his hips lightly so he moved against your tongue and your face.

You whimpered in response. You did want that. You wanted that and so much more.

He pulled back and pressed down on the front of his length, guiding himself into your mouth. You immediately wrapped your lips around your teeth and let your tongue follow him back into your mouth.

He wasted no time in pressing against the back of your throat.

”Come on, baby, I know you can take it,” he huffed under his breath, pushing harder against you until he slipped deeper. Your forehead was pressed against his thighs, your eyes screwed tight in concentration. He didn’t stop to let you adjust, just thrusted into your throat again and again and again.

You knew he needed it. Performing always worked him up, especially when he got up close and personal with Stay. He loved standing up against the barricade and letting them touch him - it turned him on to be that adored.

Before long, his hips started to stutter.

”Fuck… You’re always so fucking good for me,” he mumbled, snapping his hips against your face a few more times before pulling himself free.

”Baby, no,” you whined. You wanted to taste him.

”I need to feel you,” he said simply before stepping out of his jeans and pulling off his sweatshirt. You quickly sat up and slipped off your cute pajamas. You knew what was next. He wasn’t going to be kind. The way he fucked your throat was nothing compared to what the rest of the evening offered.

”Hands and knees, Y/N,” he demanded. His hand was wrapped around his length and pumping slowly, waiting for you to be ready. 

You looked back at him once you were ready and wiggled your hips. You hoped it would set him off. You wanted him truly feral for you.

He growled under his breath in response before grabbing your hips. He had barely lined himself up with your entrance before he slammed all the way in - giving you no time to adjust.

You screamed his name, knowing that even that wouldn’t stop him. He told you one time that he would have every person in your apartment building sign an NDA if it would get you to scream his name. You didn’t need that, you just wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get in trouble if people knew he was with you.

”That’s it, scream my name. Tell everyone who is ruining you,” he snarled into your ear. He had leaned over your back and was grinding into you as deep as he could. He wanted you to feel full, to feel stretched out, to feel completely and utterly used.

His pace after that moment was brutal. He pulled himself upright again and held your hips so tightly you were sure they would be bruised in the morning. You hoped that they would be.

You clenched around him, egging him on even further. And he *loved it*. His fingers dug in harder, his thrusts hit deeper, and you could feel that familiar warmth building in your core.

”Hyunnie, please, I’m.. I’m so close,” you managed to breathe out. He chuckled behind you and pulled one hand loose from your hip. At fist you were upset by the lack of touch, but he quickly wrapped that hand around your throat. He pulled you up, back flush with his chest. The new angle hit something inside you just right as he thrusted up into you.

”That's it baby, fall apart for me, I wanna see your face when it happens.”

His words paired with the pressure he put on your throat is what did it. You felt that warmth snap inside you and cried out. He held you up when he felt you tip over the edge and kept grinding deep inside you as you rode out your orgasm.

”Milking me so good,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “M’gonna,” he started, but he was tipping over the edge himself before he could finish his sentence. He bit down into your shoulder, causing you to scream out again. You felt him empty into you, so hot and sticky you didn’t think you would ever fully be rid of his release.

As he came down from his own high, you both slumped down onto your bed. You were spent. Cleaning up would have to wait a moment as you gathered yourself.

He recovered faster than you did, getting up and heading into your bathroom. He came back with his hair slicked back and a damp cloth in his hands.

He reached down and helped clean you up before tossing the cloth back into your bathroom where you kept soiled laundry.

”Amazing, as usual, my sweet. We leave in the morning, but I should be able to swing by again in two weeks when we are headed north again. If you’d like.” He tacked on the last bit as a courtesy.