Welcome To The Bullshit

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[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hyung~” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”The younger was trembling, body high strung from release And to hear that, that Seonghwa might let him-“I’ll die happy here.” 

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what you did.” 

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

“Good boy, Jinnie.” 

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please Young-ah…” he shifts to look over his shoulder, eyes glassy with lust. His lips are swollen, kiss bitten red. “Break me.” 

[minki-ya]

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

It didn’t lessen his interest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A shiver trails his spine, a devilish grin on his lips as he tosses the jacket across the end of the bed. “Good, now let me see how well you prepped for me.” 

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

“Is that what you want?”

“No-“ 

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

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

“See?” Cheol's whisper is hot against his lips, the taste of soju clear on his breath. “Wasn’t so hard to be a good boy, was it?”

[minki-ya]

“It’s not that deep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It meant nothing to the maknae.

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

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

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

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

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

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

🐻: Thanks Hyung, I needed that. 💕

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One more to make me human-“ Hongjoong teases, visibly brighter already.

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’ll spend the entire countdown making him feel loved, worshipped, dragging out orgasm after orgasm until he’s too exhausted to watch the numbers drop. He knows atiny will love it, that the fears are unfounded, but he’ll spend all night showing him just how loved he is.

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I almost miss your crooked tooth. Added some extra interest to the blow jobs.”

[minki-ya]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being seen, being touched, sharing the excitement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any time, Mingi-ya.”

[minki-ya]

“Hyung~” Seungmin’s whine was high pitched, the sound adding to the already heady mixture of his skin under Chan’s lips and the younger’s fingers tugging at his hair.

He hummed around him, mouth full as he looks up through his lashes. His hands curled around his thighs to keep him from bucking up into his throat. 

“Ngh, M’close please..” he could feel Seungmin’s muscles clenched and shaking, the flex of his abdomen where Chan’s nose pressed to him. It was enough for him to pull off with a wet sound, the slick flesh landing against his lips before he pulled back to speak.

“You want to come like this? Or do you want Hyung to fuck you first?” His voice was gravely, thick from use when he spoke. 

“Fuck me-“ Seungmin was gathered up into the elders arms, properly laid out on the pool table behind him. It was the only room they’d managed to get peace from the others in. His hand slid between their bodies, feeling the plug in place.

“Good boy, Minnie.” Chan praised him, lips against his jaw as he pulled the heavy metal object free. It hit the table beside them with a dull thud. His fingers came back to his hole, feeling the excess lube slipping out of his opening. 

“Such a good boy, always so prepared.”

He used that excess to coat himself, just enough to press into that gripping heat. His moan was loud, even muffled against his skin, as his neglected length was enveloped by that tightness.

“Fuck-“Seungmin’s hands sank into his hair again, one slipping down to grip at the shifting muscle in his back once Chan started to move. He wasn’t going to last long like this, neither of them would. 

It was the intensity of it, the adoration, the risk of getting caught it all stirred up an intoxicating cocktail of risk and reward.

“More, Hyungie-“ seungmin whined between punched out breaths. “Harder.”

Chan practically growled at the offer, pushing up on his hands to separate their bodies. Seungmin laid out beneath him, a flush of pink skin, parted lips, and glossy eyes. He looked fucked out and it was perfect. A sight he wouldn’t ever be able to forget. 

His hands grip the singers hips, tilting them slightly before his own snap harder, faster thrusts. He can’t muffle his moans now, nor the obvious slap of skin against skin as Seungmin cries out beneath him.

“Come on, Baby. Come for me.”

Seungmin does, obedient little puppy that he is. His arching and clenching drags Chan Over. He comes with the taste of Seungmin’s name on his tongue, hips jerking and stilling as the sounds fall silent. 

It’s just the raggedness of their breathing and the quiet groan of the pool table beneath them. Chan pulls free, using the plug to seal his release inside the younger. “Leave it in until we go to bed.”

They still had a group movie night to get through after all. 

[minki-ya]

Hyunjin’s jeans had been a little too tight, you’d stared just a moment too long and then watched in horror as Minho's lips curled into a wider catlike grin.

“Like something you see?”

“No-“

“Hyunjin-ah.” His sing song tone merited only torture for you now. “Take your pants off. I think baby wants to play with you.”

The other was only too ready to comply, long fingers tugging at his belt immediately “what does baby want?”

You stutter, it isn’t the first time you’ve messed around but never with both of them, never without some prior discussion. “I—“

“Baby doesn’t know what she wants, Jinnie. Maybe we should pick for her.” Minho was behind you now, those mischievous fingers gathering your hair into one hand, like a pony tail. “I think baby should keep her mouth full and stay quiet, don’t you?” 

“Yes-“ Hyunjin answered, almost a hiss of pleasure as he pulled himself free. He had shoved the fabric down his thighs until his length was exposed. He was hard, always easy to excite.

You shift where you're sat, staring up at Minho as his grip gets tighter, you can feel how slick you’ve gotten in just the last few minutes. “Want her to ride me with her mouth full.”

Minho's answering smile is wicked. You know you can say no and they’d stop, take care of Each other even, but why would you? 

“Go on pretty, you heard him.”

It’s effortless to get your panties down your thighs, grateful for the skirt you wore today despite the weather. Minho guides you over, still holding your hair like a leash. The tip of Hyunjin’s length is hot, searing against your folds as he teases you with it. The first moan that leaves you is silenced by Minho's length against your tongue.

Your hands brace on Hyunjin's shoulders as he bucks up, the scratchy fabric of his sweater biting against your palms. 

Minho’s relentless, tilting your head and guiding you deeper onto his length as Hyunjin sets a languid pace by guiding your hips to rock. Both sets of dark eyes are fixated on you.

Hyunjin’s hands skim up your sides, pulling at your top to expose your chest. A soft groan leaves you as warm lips close around a nipple, the other twisted and pulled by dexterous, calloused hands. You don’t know whose hands are where, eyes rolled back as the dancing duo takes you apart so carefully. 

Hyunjin’s thrusts grow erratic, punching sharp sounds from you as you work along Minho's length. His girth makes your jaw ache in the best way, his moans a delicious reward for the pain. You can taste him more with every pass, heat pooling in your stomach at the idea of having not one, but both of them come for you. You can feel Hyunjin faltering, feel Minho's hips jerking a little more with every tease of your tongue. 

In a bold move, you curl one hand around Minho's length, your other hand slipping down to circle your clit as you keep his head against your tongue and stroke him.

You come with a cry, that last bit of stimulation all you needed. It’s a chain effect, your throbbing core drags Hyunjin over, his moans like music. The sound of your intermingled pleasure and quick hand pace has Minho making a mess of your face. His come across your lips, tongue, even your cheek. 

Hyunjin whines softly, his hand replacing Minho's in your hair as he pulls you away from him. His kiss is greedy, less about affection and more about taking Minho's release from you to taste it himself.

It leaves you shuddering, his warm tongue cleaning you up as he softens inside you. Minho simply grins, pleased with himself as he watches you melt into Hyunjin’s attentions.

“Knew you’d like it.”

[minki-ya]

It’d just been for the photo shoot but Jeongin's teasing struck something in Felix. He’d called him a pretty Barbie, but he’d said it in THAT voice. His hand had trailed across his lower stomach and it left Felix shivering and following behind him like an obedient puppy.

It hadn’t taken much for him to convince Jeongin to ruin him in this outfit. His fingers were tangled in his hair, tight at the roots to protect the delicate strands. “Such a pretty mouth, Lixie.” 

The thumb of his free hand smeared the gloss he wore clear off his lips and onto the skin around it. Those pink lips parted, an equally pink tongue hanging out as an offer for the younger. “Pretty little Barbie slut, aren’t you Felix?”

He nods, feeing the pooling saliva run down his tongue, threatening to drop off. He doesn’t pull it back, doesn’t swallow. 

He lets the drool run off as he waits obediently, the slick sinking into the pants he wears as Jeongin's long fingers finally glide along the slick muscle. He still doesn’t close his mouth, not until he’s told to.

“You just want to be used, don’t you? A pretty Barbie doll just for me to play with? Hmm Lixie?” His fingers stroke along his tongue, pressing deeper with each pass. “Suck, Barbie.” 

His lips close and with it his eyes flutter shut. There’s a deep, rumbling moan in his chest as he sucks at fingers. His skin is salty, warm, and faintly tastes of lotion. He can’t wait, hoping Jeongin would be nice enough to let him properly taste him.

Felix bobs his head, tongue working around the digits with a lascivious moan. “Ah ah-“ Jeongin pulls away with a wet sound, Felix chasing the slim digits. Jeongin wipes them off on his fuzzy pink jacket. 

“Be a good Barbie for the shoot and maybe I’ll let you come home with me and we can play dolls…”

It was open ended but the promise was there, Felix knew him well enough to know he wanted it too.

He just had to wait. 

[minki-ya]

“Captain?” Mingi hadn’t spoken properly with Hongjoong since the ROAR music video had dropped, he knew they’d all watched it and when his others came out Hongjoong had been the first to compliment and give feedback. This time it’d been radio silence and the elder wouldn’t look at him, definitely wouldn’t make eye contact.

It was grating on him, worried he didn’t like it, had maybe even done something wrong in it. 

“Busy Mingi-“ his lilting voice answered but Mingi came into the studio anyways, locking the door behind him. They would be figuring this out.

“Hyung-“

“Mingi, I said I’m busy.” He still hadn’t turned to look at him, resolutely focused on his work station but his hands were stationary.

“Are you mad at me?” Maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the words themselves, but Hongjoong snapped his head around, wide eyed.

“What?” 

“Are you mad at me? You won’t look at me, you haven’t said anything about the- the music video, and now you’re dismissing me without even seeing what I wanted from you? You never do that, Hyung? Just tell me what I did and I’ll apologize I’ll-“

“Mingi no,” the smaller rapper was up out of his chair in a flash of squirrelly limbs, small hands reaching up in rare affection to cup Mingi’s face. His fingers were cold against the talkers over heated skin. “I’m not mad at you, Mingi- ya.” 

Mingi’s large hands reach up to curl around his small wrists and all he wants to do is fall to his knees with relief. “Then why?”

“I loved your music video, you looked amazing, it was perfect. I’m just.. I needed to work something out before I talked about it with you.” It sounded empty even to his own ears. “I’m sorry you thought you upset me, I-“

“Hyung,” Mingi’s fingers curled tighter. “You can tell me the truth.” 

Hongjoong stared up at him, His Mingi, his baby chick. Could he say it? Could he say those words as if everything would be fine?

“You looked hot as fuck and I got hard. It made me feel weird and I still don’t know what to do with that.”

Mingi hadn’t expected that. In fact, he’d expected everything but that. He laughed softly. “You got hard?”

Maybe he’d sounded a little too incredulous, Hongjoong’s expression twisting. 

“Yeah, Mingi.” He pulled his hands away, not quite like he was burned, but fairly quickly. “I’m a guy with a functional dick. I got hard.”

“Wait-!” He grabs for Hongjoong again but the smaller male is faster, one hand snapping up into Mingi’s hair to fist his fingers into the long length. He pulls just so and Mingi drops to his knees, lips parted on a surprised moan. “Hyung!” 

“You didn’t think I’d be interested in you? That I wouldn’t appreciate everything the way Atiny does?” His grip didn’t soften as he bent at the middle, dark eyes level with Mingi on his knees. “Well I am, Mingi-ya.”

Mingi’s own lips part around soft pants, brows pinched together. He can feel his own length filling out despite his confusion. “-Joong?” His name comes out muffled, his hands obediently at his sides. 

“Tell me to stop and I will, otherwise I’m going to show you just how hot I thought you were.”

Mingi licks his lips slowly, blinking a little dumbly before that cocksure grin lifts his lips again. “I’d love to hear your feed back.”

Everything feels like a blur and nothing is the way he’d have thought it’d be, had he ever thought about this situation before (He totally had). 

He was bent over the captain with his length deep in his throat, the captains small fingers stretching him open. He choked around his girth as those talented fingers stroked against his prostate.

Mingi pulls off with a long whine when Hongjoong’s fingers slip free, the wet length landing against Hongjoong’s stomach. “Bend over the couch arm, Mingi. Let me see you.”

He shuffles, obediently presenting himself. Hongjoong’s hands slide over his broad back, down to his tapered waist. 

His nails scratch over the firm globes of his rear, watching his skin turn red in his wake. “So pretty, Baby. Look at you.”

Hongjoong bent, dragging the flat of his tongue over Mingi’s entrance for a taste. Next time, should he be so lucky, he’d have Mingi ride his face. “Ready for me?”

“Yes!” His enthusiasm was unmatched, thighs spreading and hips pressed back. “Please Joong-ah, Hyung!” 

He’s unable to stop the grin on his lips as he presses the blunt head of his length against his rim. He presses in slowly, savoring the drag of slick heat along himself. “Fuck- so tight for me, Mingi baby.”

It doesn’t take long for him to adjust, grinding back on Hongjoong like a favorite toy. He takes the hint easily, a steady pace is used with hard thrusts to punch sounds out of the larger man. Every cry is music, that deep rumbling tone going straight to his cock. 

His hand tangles back into his hair, yanking and forcing him to arch up. The bend of his back was gorgeous, almost as pretty as the way his ass and thighs jiggled with every snap of Hongjoong’s hips.

“C-close!” Mingi warns him as he’s so tempted to edge him, to drag it all out but they are in a public space and they have to be quick. 

“Come, be a good little slut and come for me Mingi.” He grinds it out between clenched teeth, body draped over Mingi’s back as he sinks his teeth into the meat of his shoulder.

He comes when he feels Mingi shudder beneath him, release landing on the leather sofa beneath them. He only unlatches his bite when they’ve both finished coming, kissing over the mark on his skin. 

He pulls free, Mingi collapsing to the couch and his own mess, Hongjoong fell to his chest when pulled, laughing softly. “Sorry you thought I was mad, baby. Hyung was just horny.”

[minki-ya]

“Happy birthday…” The elder idols lips are pressed against his skin, tongue working against the flesh of his neck. Hongjoong’s own hands tangled in the short dark hair at the back of his head, one curled around his hip as Seonghwa sinks down onto him.

“Fuck-“ his breath leaves him in a rush, head falling back as the lithe dancer in his lap sinks all the way down. 

He’d found him in the studio in the very early hours of the morning, said he wanted to wish him happy birthday in person, long before anyone else. Hongjoong hadn’t the heart to tell him the others had texted 15 minutes prior to him showing up. It hadn’t mattered anyways, the lap full of Seonghwa was far more than he could have hoped for.

His breathless moans only made him feel even harder if that was possible, that beautiful voice given so freely right next to his ear as he started to move. 

“That’s it, Star.” He praised, looking up at the man in his lap with nothing but adoration and bliss. His hands pull, tugging those plump lips against his own to muffle the sounds leaving his birthday present.

He felt good, hot and tight and Hongjoong still was trying to figure out how Seonghwa got here without making a mess. The other had prepped himself before coming, intent to offer everything and he hadn’t even worn a plug. Honestly admirable. “Feel so good, Seonghwa..”. 

The elders whimpering against his lips, hips rolling in unsteady jerks as he fucks himself on Hongjoong’s length like it’s a toy. “J-joong!”

His hands find Seonghwa’s hips, that tiny waist squeezed on the way down, and guide his pace. It’s rougher, the captain dragging him down harder. He freezes for a moment, shifting in the precarious chair to plant his feet before he’s thrusting up to meet him. Seonghwa’s cries grow in pitch, his hands fisting in the fabric of Hongjoong’s shirt. 

He doesn’t care about the sound, knows the studio is muffled if not totally soundproof from the outside. “Yes! Yes! Just l-like that! Fuck!”

Hongjoong’s single minded focus is to watch Seonghwa come. To see that beautiful face twist in a mask of pleasure. Those pretty brows pinched in concentration. “Come on baby, come for me.”

Seonghwa whines, a few more thrusts and he does, nails clawing at the captains full chest as he jerks in his lap. 

He’s made a mess of his shirt but he knows Hongjoong keeps spares.

The sight of him falling apart drags Hongjoong over, his own pretty moans gracing the space now. His grip is bruising, keeping Seonghwa firmly planted and himself buried as deep as possible as he spills into that still fluttering heat.

Seonghwa melts against his chest, breathing heavily as he peppers kisses along his captains neck and jaw. “Happy birthday Joongie.” 

[minki-ya]

“Channie-Hyung?” Seungmin’s voice was soft as he knocked on the elders bedroom door. He knew he hadn’t been sleeping well, hadn’t been answering calls recently either, he didn’t want to intrude but he had to know. “Hyung, I’m coming in.”

There was a muffled sound of crashing and scrambling but Seungmin didn’t wait. He twisted the handle open and let himself in. Nothing he could catch his Hyung doing would surprise him after years together. “Hyung?” 

Well, maybe he was wrong.

Chan sat tangled in his bed sheeted obviously disheveled and red eyed. He was sniffling softly in a way that made Seungmin’s eyes sting. “Hey, Seungmin.”

Even his voice sounded strained In a Way that Seungmin knew all too well meant he’d been crying. “Hey..”

It was a nothing thought for Seungmin to slide into the bed with his Hyung and pull him into his chest. The elder resisted but only for a moment before crumbling in his arms. 

Seungmin held him tightly, humming a soft, nonsensical tune as he rubbed his hands over the bare skin of Chan’s back. The other sobbed into his soft sweater, wetting the fabric of Seungmin’s chest as he clung to him. He let himself cry in near silence, crawling into the younger’s lap practically.

Only when it slowed to hiccups and sniffles did he speak. “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you just want me to stay here?” 

“Can’t sleep, I’m scared I won’t wake up.” The words were painful to hear, so it must have been even more painful to say. “I’m so tired, Minnie.”

“I’ll stay with you, right here all night.” It slipped out before the could stop it, the offer feeling right on his tongue. “Sleep and I’ll keep an eye on you Hyung.”

“You have to sleep too-“

“No, I don’t. I don’t have any schedules tomorrow. You need the rest. Please Hyung, let me.” 

No one took care of Chan, not even Chan, Seungmin had realized this long ago and always found himself stepping up. It wasn’t that the others didn’t care, but they didn’t see their hyung the way he did. “Please sleep? For me?”

Chan starred up at him, eyes red, lips puffy from his cries. His fingers were still tight in Seungmin’s sweater, the moisture from his tears sinking deeper into the fabric where Seungmin could feel it now. He’s never tell him. “Maybe just for a little?” 

“As long as you need, Hyung.” 

[minki-ya]

You couldn’t remember when he’d first started appearing. The man with the cross necklace. He was always around now, his eyes always already on you when you found him among the pews, at the gatherings, at the church banquets and fundraisers.

You were a good girl, loyal to your family, paid your taxes on time, and church on Sundays but something about him made you feel hot in a way other men didn’t. 

His eyes were sharp, Fox like with the way he watched you. At some point you told yourself he must be a new priest, one in training maybe? Every time you asked about him, no one knew what you were talking about, couldn’t recall seeing a man by that description. The only priest listed on the church website was the same one that baptized you, your mother, and maybe even your grandmother for how old he was. 

No, maybe he was a new parishioner? You got your chance to ask at a church funded get together, a potluck in the church entrance hall.

He was dressed neatly, heavy rings adorned his fingers, his ever present cross nestled heavily in the divot between the swells of his chest. He was gorgeous. You’d have to be blind not to notice.

He approaches you before you can go to him, a wicked curl to his pretty lips. His eyes narrowed a touch as he approached, crinkled by his smile. 

“You keep staring at me.”

“funny, whenever I look at you, you’re already looking at me.” You bite back, surprised by your own tone.

He laughs, delighted. “So you admit you were looking at me?”

Your lips part, shocked at how easily he’d caught you out. “I-“

“Because I was hoping you were.” He inclines his head slightly in a polite sort of bow. “My name is Jeongin.” 

You stutter out your own name, bowing gently in return. His hand takes yours, so unreasonably warm as that heat creeps over your skin. His hands are large, dwarfing your own as he folds his fingers around yours. “Come with me, I want to show you something.”

He’s pulling you along, deeper into the church and you find yourself unwilling to tell him no. Your eyes take in every handsome feature and delight fills you to be chosen by such a pretty man. 

He guides you up a hidden stair case, definitely somewhere you aren’t supposed to be, and then you’re in the church proper but higher up now, where the organ player sits. The view is gorgeous but you’re busy looking at him, the way he’s looking at you.

His hand curls around your waist, pulling you against him and it’s like the heat of him is an inferno now. “Been watching you for weeks, so gorgeous. I couldn’t wait any longer.” 

The hand not around your waist comes to curl around your jaw, tangled in your hair as he guides you in. “Not with the way you want me too.”

He’s right, you do want him. Your hands brace on his chest and you can feel the muscle flex as he moves and it makes you gasp. He takes it as incentive, permission, and presses his lips to yours. It’s delicious, his hands are warm and searching as he kisses you stupid where no one will find you. 

He’s got you moaning softly, muffled under the palm of his ring clad hand. His free hand slips up under your dressed, pressed to your slick heat and massaging with such precision it makes your eyes roll back. You’re clinging to him as he makes you come, hand curled around his thick bicep, panting into the warmth of his palm as he lowers you down to the carpeted floor. 

It’s nothing for his hands to shred the soaked panties, giving him access to fill you right there, the priest, congregation, and your family just below.

You’re silent as he sinks in, raw and hot against your skin. This is the most insane thing you’ve ever done and you bury the necessary moan into the meat of his shoulder.

The cold metal of his cross feels hot against your chest where it hits as he thrusts into you, pretty sounds leaving his lips as he fucks you into a pile of useless limbs. 

He’s thick, stretching you out perfectly In a way you know will come to haunt you if you never get to have it again. His kiss is searing, melting you to your core. He’s tender, nipping at your lower lip and swallowing down every sound you’d give him.

When he comes, you do to, swearing his eyes flash red for a moment as he hits his release. 

You convince yourself it was a trick of the light, some nonsense from the stained glass, but it’s harder to ignore when he smiles wide and shows you sharp teeth and his skin feels like actual fire touching you.

You can hear your mother calling your name as terror overtakes you. Something seriously wrong has just happened but you lay there in a tangle of bliss, the regret intangible. 

His scent, once warm and comforting turns acrid like sulfur and you shiver as understanding dawns, realizing what’s just been done.

“All it took was a pretty face and your soul is mine now…” he talks softly, mock disappointment. “Letting a demon fuck you in a Church no less, your soul was always meant to be mine.”