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Kim Junhyung (OnlyOneOf) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Requester: /
Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot
Spread: Ideal Partner
Questions:
Body
Heart
Spirit
Soul
Time
Place
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Kim Junhyung
Stage Name: Junji
Group: OnlyOneOf
DOB: 06.04.1998
Sun Sign: Aries
Chinese Sign: Earth Tiger
Life Path Number: 1
Masterpost: OnlyOneOf
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Kim Junhyung
Junji (OnlyOneOf)
Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot
Spread: Ideal Partner
Body - 3 of Wands (Travel)
Junji’s special person is likely someone lively and enthusiastic about their passions. They are visionaries, one of a kind type of people and they are likely to carry themselves with confidence and know their potential. They might wear outstanding clothes, not necessarily brand ones but definitely original, maybe even self made. They have a contagious smile.
Heart - V The Hierophant (Spiritual Wisdom)
Junji’s significant other is a wise person at heart. They are not superficial nor egoistic, they are always up to discuss some deeper topics. They have respect for authorities but at the same time they stand for what’s right and moral and won’t hesitate to go against the system if it’s unfair.
Spirit - 2 of Swords (Difficult Choices)
Junji’s ideal partner might be someone used to making decisions. They are likely independent and making choices is a part of their everyday life. Sometimes they struggle more but they never close their eyes when facing difficulties. They will evaluate the situation and make a decision based on their best judgement.
Soul - 10 of Cups (Union)
Deep down in their soul, Junji’s perfect match is a sociable person. They like to be surrounded by the people they love and cherish. They have a kind heart and like to take care of others. They are likely to have a wide network of friends and close associates.
Time - VIII Justice
Junji and his lover might meet through some legal actions. Maybe they will negotiate a new contract together. The person can be a lawyer or agent Junji will deal with. The first professional relationship is likely to turn into friendship and blossom further into romantic affection. However, his love interest will likely insist on breaking all professional ties before engaging in a romantic relationship, as their professional ethics are high.
Place - Queen of Wands (Passion)
Junji and his lover are likely to create a passionate and fiery home. They both have many hobbies and interests and their home is likely to reflect that. They are likely to invite friends and family over often and have fun with people close to their hearts.
Zodiac Sign - /
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Sub!Junji x Dom!reader - Sleepless
Content: Dacryphilia, slight corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, thigh riding, choking, anal fingering (m receiving), marking, teasing, generally soft sex, Junji just needs some comfort, aftercare, and gender neutral reader
Your eyes fluttered open when you heard a loud crash. Saying your best friend had managed to trip over everything was an understatement. Clothes littered the floor, books had toppled off your shelves, you were pretty sure he just yanked the cord out of your laptop and sent it tumbling to the floor. He cursed quietly, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips before he looked up and saw your eyes on him.
"Ju, do you need some help?" He opened his mouth to answer before shutting it again. You watched a few tears start to form in his eyes as he contemplated. You slowly moved out from under your blankets, crawling across the bed to get to him. He fixed his hair to lay over his face again as you came to sit in front of him.
"I'm fine."
"Junji, talk to me. First you said you needed to get away and stay with me and now you're here wandering through my room at," you checked the clock next to your bed, "3:52 in the morning." He pursed his lips, blinking away the tears that formed again in his eyes. "Come here Ju." You opened your arms, patting your lap as an invitation. He shook his head.
"No, I made a mess." You stood up, taking his hand in yours as you lead him to the living room. The blankets you gave him were scattered. Some had fallen off the couch and others were hanging on for dear life. The pillows lay discarded on the floor a ways away.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Junji stopped at your words. You felt his hand shake a bit in yours and you silently cursed yourself for not realizing it sooner. "Oh poor baby, come on." You lead him back to the couch, pushing him over gently until he sat down, and picked up the blankets and pillows. You threw the bundle down next to you and settled in next to Junji.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"Never apologize for something like this, you've done absolutely nothing wrong." You pulled him into you lap, letting him shift to straddle you and bury his face in your shoulder. "What can I do to help my lovely friend?" He shrugged. Your heart broke when you felt his tears start to soak through your shirt and heard his quiet sobs that he tried so desperately to muffle.
"I don't want to get left out." He whispered as he lifted his head up slightly. You took in the pout on his lips and his teary eyes and nearly shivered. Fuck. Your mind shouldn't dig so low when your best friend was crying. You brought your hands up to either side of his face.
"What brought this on, angel?" He sniffed again.
"In my dream my hair was different and no one recognized me and they never remembered I was in the group. And the members-"
"What's going on with the other boys? Do I have to scold them?"
"No, they didn't do anything! It's just that-" he paused, unsure of what to say next.
"It's just that they have more plans now that you have a break?" He nodded.
"One even had a date." You kissed his cheek softly, watching his face flush red.
"You could have a date too if you wanted." His eyes widened a fraction at your words.
"But who would date me?" You tried and failed to hold back the chuckle that bubbled up your throat.
"I'm right here, angel." Never did you think he would move so fast and be so bold. One second he was a blushing mess and the next his lips were on yours and he had dragged your hand to rest of his ass. A soft moan slipped through his lips when you tugged his head backwards, the fistful of hair soft and silvery against your palm.
"Please~" He breathed out softly.
"Please what, pretty boy? Do you need something?"
"Please I need ah~!" You gently nipped the base of his neck, grinning when his words were cut off by the moan he let out.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"Don't tease so much," he said, leaning forward to press your forheads together.
"Look you, all pouty and adorable. God I want to ruin you." Junji's face turned a deeper shade of red than you thought possible. He shyly grasped your hand, bringing it up to rest on his neck.
"Please."
"You say that a lot. Be specific, love."
"Please let me ride your thigh," he breathed out.
"Why didn't you say so?" You laughed when he smacked your arm. "Go ahead, Ju. Ride my thigh." His hips slowly shifted, stuttering across your leg. He lead your hand back up to his neck again as his pace quickened.
"Choke me. Please. I need it."
"Are you sure? We never talked about this."
"Please," he whined softly. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound, your fingers tightening slightly on instinct as a shiver flowed through your body. A short, choked moan found it's way out of his lips. You loosened your grip, giving him a chance to recover before you squeezed again, tighter this time. The sensation had him cumming in his pants, the warmth spreading and seeping through the fabric onto your leg. He slowed to a stop as you let go of him. His breaths came out in pants as he came down from his high. God did he look beautiful and like hell you were leaving it there.
You brought him down for a kiss, taking the opportunity to slip your hand down his pants. He gasped into the kiss, letting you take full control of him. Your fingers slid along his ass as you slid your other hand down the front of his pants. Carefully, you took his length in your hand. The soft sigh that left his lips as you brought him back up had giddiness running through you. You collected some of his cum and precum before slowly slipping a finger into him. He whined loudly, throwing himself forward onto you.
"It's so much, I-" You slid your finger in farther, caressing his walls as you worked him open.
"Is it too much?" He shook his head, nuzzling into your shoulder for comfort. "Do you have a safeword?" He nodded, biting down on your shoulder to calm himself down a bit. "Is it the one you told me before?" He nodded again. Tears filled his eyes as you worked a third finger into him.
"That's so much. I've never had three before. It's so much-"
"You're doing so well, baby boy." You felt him shift in your lap, allowing for easier access. "Aw look at you being helpful. So cute." Junji shivered in your hold, wiggling his hips back on your hand. "Do you want more?"
"Please, I want more. Please." Tears streamed down his face and he pouted in frustration when you pulled away from him."
"You're so cute, Ju." Your fingers came to lightly tap his cheek, brushing away a few tears. "Lay down for me baby." He got off your lap, wincing at the feeling of the cum that was slowly drying. You lifted his hips slightly to move a pillow under him. "Can I take this off?" You asked, hooking a finger under the waistband of his pants.
"Yes," his voice came out breathy and soft, you could tell he was slowly starting to get sleepy again. You worked the pants down his legs, watching as his dick sprang free. He blushed hard when you pushed his thighs apart to reach between his legs.
"Look at my pretty boy~ I bet the other members would be jealous." He gasped quietly as your words. You smiled softly before connecting your lips again as you slipped your fingers into his hole. He grabbed at your shirt, desperate for more attention. You kissed a short trail down from his lips to the base of his neck, nipping the smooth skin there.
"Ah~ fuck it feels so good! Fuck please-"
"Filthy words for someone so shy and innocent." Your pace quickened as he moaned loudly. You sucked a mark on his neck as he moaned again. You grinned against his skin when he mumbled something about being close, taking time to bite and suck along his neck and shoulders.
"Can I cum? Please, I want to. I wanna-"
"Go ahead, Ju. Come for me, sweet boy."
"Thank you-" he barely got a word out before he was painting his shirt white. You didn't slow your pace in the slightest.
"Do it again angel, I want to see your face." You brushed his hair out of his eyes, letting it fall to the side. You nipped and licked at his neck, letting him relax into your touch before your fingers danced over his throbbing dick.
"It's too much, I can't-"
"Yes you can baby boy, you're doing so well for me." You kissed the corners of his eyes as more tears spilled out of them.
"I'm gonna-"
"Let me see your pretty face." He looked up, eyes darting every which way before he came with a loud moan. His eyes screwed shut as you let him finish out his high. He breathed heavily for a few seconds letting a soft smile overtake his features.
"Thank you, thank you so much-"
"Anything for you baby. I'm going to get a washcloth. You're filthy."
"Then can I...?" he paused.
"Can you what?"
"I forgot." He covered his face with his hands.
"Oh now you're embarrassed? What happened to the Junji who was asking me to choke him hm?" You laughed as he tried to curl in on himself. The second you cleaned him off and stripped his ruined shirt off him he was back on top of you, pulling a blanket over himself. "Look at my cute little shy boy~"
"Can we go back to your room?"
"Can you walk?" He slid backward off you, wrapping the blanket around himself, and wobbled his way down the hallway to your room. By the time you got in there, he was curled up under your blanket with your shirt on.
"I need pants."
"And I need my bed."
"Then cuddle me at the same time."
"So demanding." He pouted while you dug in your dresser for something that would fit him. You finally found a pair of shorts and threw them to him.
"But these are so short."
"Then don't wear them."
"Can you turn around please?"
"I just fucked you and now you're feeling shy?" You laughed, turning to dig through your dresser again. "You're so cute." By the time you turned back around, he had the shorts low on his hips and was trying valiantly to crawl across the bed back to his spot. "Ju, do you need some help?" He nodded with a small laugh.
"My ass hurts a little."
"Aw my poor baby is sore~" He smacked your arm playfully before letting you lift him up slightly to bring him back under the covers. You crawled in after him, gently threading your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut as you gently kissed the spots you marked. "You should probably wear turtlenecks for a while."
"What why?"
"I think I was a bit too hard. You're bruising."
"O-Oh," he giggled quietly, ears red. You were sure your face wasn't much better. He yawned, leaning into you to press a single kiss to your throat.
"Someone's sleepy." Junji nodded slowly and cuddled into you more.
"You're the best."
"That's you, angel. Just remember you're perfect."
"Mhm." And with that you drifted off to sleep with the beautiful boy in your arms.
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I wrote this after the oh so inspiring conversation with @ja3hyuk so I hope you enjoyed lmao
Little Girl. (Younger!Nine/Wookjin x You)
•TRIGGER WARNING•
Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, humiliation, degradation, size kink, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, choking, strong language, older!y/n, spanking, wedging, a dash of fear kink. Read at your own risk. Both of you are of legal age in this.
The air in Y/n's apartment was thick with tension as she awkwardly nodded at Wookjin, the son of her kind neighbour lady seated comfortably on the couch in her living room as she fumbled through one of her drawers, grabbing the teaching notes she needed to help the boy with, still clad in her work clothes which were a tight black pencil skirt and a pretty peach dress shirt, feet bare.
Wookjin bit his lip as she looked her tight ass up and down from behind since she was crouching to level herself with the piece of furniture. The boy was struggling to fight the urge to undo the high professional bun her hair was in. It looked so pretty when it was down, flowing down her shoulders and ending just above her waist. Fuck. She was so beautiful. It was a shame how she was all smiles with him when she first moved in the apartment complex but started avoiding him when she learnt that he was just a college sophomore.
Y/n sighed as she dropped a booklet yet again, trying to suppress the shudder in her fingers. Although she had her back to the boy, the woman knew he was staring. God damn. He was always fucking staring. She hated it. If it weren't for his friendly and kind mother, she never would have agreed to tutor Wookjin.
She wanted to smack herself for being so stupid. Without knowing his age Y/n had so stupidly flirted with him here and there when she first moved in. Only to find out that he was 5 fucking years younger than her.
And the fact that his door was right opposite to hers didn't fucking help.
"O- Okay!" Finally standing up with the materials and notes she needed, Y/n softly pulled in a long breath, closing the drawer with her foot before whipping around. "Let's sta-" a surprised scream escaped the girl, the bunch in her hand falling down on the ground when she came chest to face contact with the younger one, blinking up at him in surprise, unconsciously gulping down a bike.
"W- What are you doing, Wookjin?" Her voice broke towards the end of the sentence, breath hitching as she reflexively tried to step back, ass hitting the chest of drawers.
"Tsk. Don't hurt that pretty little butt now." The woman's cheeks flushed hot at his vulgar words, heart leaping up in her throat when he placed his hand on the piece of furniture besides her, leaning down to level his face to her smaller height.
"W- Wookjin! What is this-!"
"Tsk." Using the back of his hand to lightly slap her pretty lips, the boy clicked his tongue. "Funny how you talk so much yet go mute whenever I am around" inching his lips closer to the female's, Wookjin stared down at her pretty lips, breaths getting heavier against them. "What did I even do, hm? One moment you were acting like you wanted me to fuck all your holes numb the next you started avoiding me for no reason." Before he could stop himself, his slender fingers wrapped around her pretty neck.
Fuck. It felt even better than he'd imagined. So soft, so thin, so pretty and vulnerable.
He felt his cock getting hard.
"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow he trailed his fingers up and towards her jaw, cupping it before his thumb rubbed her luscious bottom lip. "Cat got your tongue again, hm?"
Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes. Fuck. She felt so small and weak. Body frozen. "T- This is... wrong" was the only thing she could whisper helplessly. So wrong yet so good. But she didn't want to admit it. "I- I am older-"
"Tsk." Closing the distance between them in a swift motion, Wookjin pressed his lips against hers, almost moaning at the heavenly feeling. Fuck. They were so wet and soft. "Seriously?" He whispered against her lips after pulling back, other hand trailing up her sides. "That's your lame reason? Age doesn't determine anything. If you're a weak little girl who needs someone to take care of her you just are-"
"N- No!" Her features hardened, displeasing the boy as she tried to stop the hand that was travelling down to her ass, weakly pushing at his strong chest. "I am n- not weak! This is wrong! I knew this was a bad idea! Get ou-" her words locked up in her throat in surprise when a soft slap was placed on her cheek.
"Really? Funny you say that because I see you struggling with basic tasks around the complex all the time. It's quite pathetic actually. How someone your age still can't do basic things properly. A surprise how you secured this job you have honestly." Y/n's cheeks glowed red in embarrassment at his words.
Fuck. She hated how his words effected her. From the butterflies in her stomach all the way down south.
No. Wookjin was so much younger than her. He was basically a kid and she was a university lecturer. How could she let him treat her like that and make her feel do small?
And just why the fuck did she like it?
Ugh.
Her head was spinning.
"S- Shut… up" the boy threw his head back and let out a loud laugh at her petty little words.
"Aw is that the best you've got, huh little girl?" Shaking his head, he whipped the older around and forcefully pushed her against the chest of drawers, not hesitating to rip her tight little skirt all the way up to her ass, pulling at the g-string she was wearing underneath in a harsh and humiliating wedgie, landing slaps on her ass.
"Look at this pathetic little thing thinking she can decide things around here. Tsk." Y/n bit down on her bottom lip, helplessly gripping the furniture as her face burnt in embarrassment, toes barely touching the ground due to the wedgie she was in.
Fuck. It hurt so good. She hated it.
"Quiet again, huh?" Squeezing and pulling at one of her fat ass cheeks, Wookjin landed another harsh spank, pulling the wedgie up and down. "Good. Little girls like you should stay quiet and let Daddy take care of them. That's when they're the prettiest" her chest was heaving up and down, ass crack, pussy and butt cheeks on fire from the assault they were under.
The woman how good it felt. She felt so vulnerable and weak. So helpless. And then being treated like such a small little thing by someone so much younger that she'd tried to act all big in front of.
An involuntary moan escaped her when Wookjin moved the string covering her vaginal opening to the side, still having her hanging from the wedgie. "Let's take a look at Daddy's property, shall we?" Followed by a deep chuckle. "Would you look at that!" Y/n's whole body jerked forward from the harsh smack her pussy received. "Acting all innocent and like you don't like it but actually pathetically dripping down there, tsk."
Leaning forward and over her back, the boy placed his chin on her shoulder, middle finger slowly stroking her swollen folds. "But you actually love this, don't you? You filthy little thing" biting down on her ear lobe, the male pulled at it, rubbing her flesh in circular motions, fingertip prodding her entrance. "Being taken care of by Daddy because you're clearly so pathetic on your own." Biting down on her lips, Y/n felt sweat trickling down the back of her thighs, knees trembling and pussy clenching at how good it all felt. "So desperate that you'd let someone so much younger than you put you in your little place."
"P- Please!" The girl whined at last when she felt his covered erection graze against her asshole, the hole clenching in defense. "Please!" Sweat broke down on her forehead, another whine escaping her.
"Please what?" Wookjin breathed in her ear, kissing down her neck and biting the soft skin of her neck softly.
She was so going to regret this when it was over. But Y/n figured she could worry about that later.
"P- Please, W- Wookjin… m- more…" A grin spread across his devilishly handsome face when he heard the words, getting even hard at how pretty she sounded. "P- Please… please… T- Take care of me, D- Daddy… Hhhhaahhhh~" her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his finger slipped in the tight ring of muscles of her virgin pussy.
Yes. You heard it right.
"Good slut…" The boy praised, letting go of the wedgie and allowing her to stand on her feet, gripping her throat and choking her again, pushing her face all the way back and kissing her soft lips upside down, pushing his tongue in and exchanging saliva, finger fucking her tight pussy steady and good. "How does my pretty whore feel?" Letting go of her throat, he messily undid her hair, painfully aroused himself.
"S- So good!" Tears leaked out of her eyes as she cried from the pleasure. Y/n looked so pretty it was blowing Wookjin's mind. Beautiful face red, pretty eyes red eyes full of tears, breaths heavy, skin covered in sweat, legs spread as her underwear laid stretched out on one side, disheveled hair decorating her body and pupils delated, a hickey forming on her neck. "P- Please, more!"
"Fuck!" The boy whispered impatiently, plopping his fingers out of her to have the girl whined with a pout, chuckling deeply before turning her around by the help of her hair, putting her up on the piece of furniture before ripping her shirt open along her bra.
"S- Shit… you're so strong" a smug grin etched on the boy's face at her words as he pushed all the ripped fabrics out of the way, cupping her soft and fat breasts, feeling her hard numbs with the pad of his thumbs, biting his lip when she moaned from the feeling of having her tits massaged.
"Ready, little girl?" Unbuckling his pants, Wookjin uncovered his hard erection, pumping it up and down before smirking. "Brace yourself here I come ready or not~" He loved the worried look on her face as she stared at his huge cock.
"Is it even normal for it to be that big?" She innocently asked, blinking at the boy with her legs spread wide, hands out of the way and fat tits glistening with sweat.
"Awww look at this cute whore being so inexperienced" the boy cooed, wrapping his hands in her hair and aligning his tip with entrance with the help of the other. "Not that I am complaining though-" his words were cut short into a low gasp when he slowly entered her slightly fucked open virgin entrance, grunting at how her walls hugged him. "Fuck!"
"I- I've never done this before with anyone… n- not even myself…" Throwing her head back, the girl cried out, clenching around Wookjin's fat cock in defense, thighs trembling as she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, tongue swirling around the fat nub. "B- Because no matter how hard I tried… i- it never felt good, Daddy! Ever!" The woman whined needily, relishing in the pain. "I- It hurts so good, Daddy… Y- You're so good!"
Wookjin fucked her harder upon hearing the confession, grabbing her throat and squeezing the air out of her, biting her other nipple before pulling at it, slapping the other recently abused boob, fondling it before slapping it again, causing the girl to cry out.
"Because you were meant to be my cock sleeve only, babygirl. Of course nobody else can pleasure you like I can. Not even if you try, but-" gripping her soft cheeks, the boy pulled her red and teary face closer to his. "You wouldn't dare, would you?" Y/n whimpered from the frightening look in his eyes, gulping. "What? Didn't hear me?" Slapping her cheek, he gripped her face tightly again. "Answer when you're being spoken to!"
Y/n clenched around his cock, whining loudly before nodding hurriedly. "I- I wouldn't! Never! I would never! I am all y- yours!" She loved how he was treating her. Fuck. He was so good and more. It was perfect.
"Good girl." Wookjin smirked in a satisfied manner, pulling her closer on his cock and himself by her knee, making her scream because it caused his balls to slightly push in her now gaping hole. "Fuck, babygirl… you're much tighter than I'd imagined." Slapping her now bruised marked tits, the boy fucked her walls harder, starting to rub her clit.
The girl yelped, her back arching from the pleasure as she gripped at the younger's strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin and eyes hitting the back of her head from the pleasure, pussy expanding even more now that his balls were also ramming in and out of her, one of the male's hands groping her ass, middle finger stroking her hole which shrunk even smaller in defense.
Whining softly, Y/n's head weakly fell on one of his shoulders, chest heaving up and down as she trembled from the pleasure, softly nibbling on the skin of his neck.
The male chuckled devilishly, prodding her butthole teasingly with the tip of his finger while snapping his hips swift and rough. "Not yet?" He referred towards anal, ignoring the stuff that was falling off the chest from how hard he was fucking her, the loud banging noise of the furniture hitting the wall eliminating the silence in the apartment.
"That's alright, babygirl. We'll get there. None of us are going anywhere, after all."
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Unedited. Honestly, even idk what this is LMFAOOOOOO.
leave it to libidO
Pairing: Wookjin X Jisung
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 4,052
Summary: Wookjin has taken it upon himself to torment Jisung as much as humanly possible and their latest comeback doesn't help.
Alternatively, 4k words of Jisung being whipped for Wookjin because libidO demanded that this fic be written.
Warning(s): Oral sex, wooksung being cuties
[a/n]: This is my first OnlyOneOf fic so I really hope you like it!
Jisung shouldn’t have been surprised by the song that his hyung and the maknae wrote, he knew them well enough in the years they had been trainees together but he couldn’t help but both admire and despise their new title track. The song was perfect for their group, something different yet distinctly their style, the only issue was the concept.
He didn’t expect the two men to recommend a boy love theme for their new comeback but the company agreed, knowing that the rather controversial topic will generate a buzz in the industry, giving them good exposure. He noticed the glint in Wookjin’s eyes as they discussed the plans for the photoshoot and music video. The younger caught Jisung staring every time, a knowing smirk etched on his face, making the elder feel hot all over.
Wookjin was undeniably handsome, Jisung had accepted that fact over the years, but he still couldn’t admit to himself that he felt attracted to the younger. It was as if Wookjin had gotten fed up of waiting around for the elder and had taken things into his own hands.
The album recording had been an absolute nightmare as Wookjin stared at him from the other side of the glass, winking at the elder as he sang some of the more sensual lines. He had to stock up on a lot more water than usual for the sessions for when his throat dried up at the younger’s antics. Despite his best attempts to get through his parts without messing up, Wookjin took it upon himself to distract him as much as humanly possible to the point where Kyubin started to notice and told the leader to take a break before continuing.
Jisung was ready to murder his maknae by the time the jacket photoshoot rolled around. The team had suggested a risqué concept for the shoot to match with the mv which meant that they spent all their free time in the gym, working hard to get rid of as much fat from their body as they possibly could. The elder refused to visit the gym while Wookjin was around, knowing full well that that wouldn’t go down well and rather opted to sneak out late at night with whichever member agreed to come with him.
The photoshoot’s aesthetic was pretty and simple, lots of whites, blues and natural light. The only catch was that they were either in half buttoned shirts or completely shirtless for it. Jisung had seen the boys all sort of naked at the dorms where they lived together but something about the setting made it feel a lot more intimate than usual, despite the endless numbers of staff members and cameras around them.
When it was time for Jisung’s solo shoot, he was asked to take the plain white shirt he was dressed in off as sensually as possible. He tried his best, gazing broodily at the camera, his muscles rippling as he worked the garment off his body. It was only him and the camera in the room for him in that moment, mind fully focused on the lens that captured his lithe form.
He only looked away when the director told him that he did a good job, his eyes immediately meeting Wookjin’s from where he was standing next to the camera, his eyes blown wide, breathing visibly heavy.
Quickly buttoning up his shirt, Jisung rushed off the set, heading to the makeshift green room the staff had set up for them. He was lucky that none of the members were there, all of them busy watching Kyubin’s turn in front of the camera. Pressing his hands against the wall, he hung his head and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his rapidly beating heart. Just as he was regaining control over his body, the door creaked open.
“Hyung” Jisung cursed under his breath as Wookjin called out for him. Of all the members, the maknae was the last one he wanted to see in that moment. He pulled his head back up and turned to the younger, praying to the lords that his face wasn’t betraying him. The younger looked genuinely worried as he approached the elder cautiously, a hint of guilt lingering in his voice.
“Isn’t it your turn for the shoot next? What are you doing here, go before the managers have to call for you,” Jisung managed to get most of the words out without his voice shaking too much. The younger hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave the elder alone. He grabbed the elder’s wrist and dragged him back to the set before Jisung could complain, pushing him into the nearest chair and rejoining the group just as Kyubin stepped off the set.
Jisung could barely hear what the director was saying as he watched Wookjin quickly shed his shirt and start posing for the camera. He felt the air rush out of his lungs as the maknae toyed with the button of his trouser, eyes teasing. Just as Jisung tried to force his eyes away from where Wookjin’s hands were, the younger pushed the button through its hole, pulling the two ends of the trousers away.
The urge to run away surged up Jisung’s system as he felt himself harden at the younger’s half undressed state. He felt glued to his chair though, his body unwilling to cooperate even as the maknae finished up, thanking the director before heading straight towards him.
“Hyung are you okay?” Wookjin asked, a water bottle clutched in his hand, which he offered to the elder. Not trusting his voice, he just nodded, snatching the bottle from the younger’s hand, and downing half of it in one go. Before Wookjin could ask him anything else, the stylist called for them, ushering them to change into the next set of outfits for the shoot.
The rest of the shoot went without much trouble, the segment with Wookjin and Yongsoo being the only hitch as the director kept asking them to stand closer together. By the end of it, the maknaes were pressed flush against Jisung’s back and the elder tried his hardest not to push them, or specifically Wookjin away.
The younger tried to approach the leader once the shoot wrapped up, clearly wanting to talk but Jisung didn’t have it in him to look the younger in the eyes and pretended to fall asleep in the van on the way back to the dorms. Even when they got back, he only stayed back for a moment to check that everyone had reached back fine before heading to his room and locking the door behind himself.
Leaning his back against the wood, he let his head roll back and hit the door, trying his best to clear his head of the thoughts that had been plaguing him for hours. He slid down to the floor, not having the energy to move to the bed and pressed his knees against his chest. The primal part wanted him to barge right into the maknae’s room and have his way with him but the rational part of him reprimanded himself for even thinking in such a way.
Just as he was about to get off the floor to collapse onto the bed he heard two knocks on his door. He pressed his palms against the cold tile to push himself up onto his feet, straightening up his shirt and wiping away the stray tear that had managed to escape from his eye. As he turned the knob though, he heard the sound of the person outside walking away. Pulling the door open, he noticed Wookjin already halfway down the hall, head hanging.
“Jin-ah?” He called out, flinching internally at how broken he sounded. The younger turned around instantly, his eyes meeting the elder’s. Taking cautious steps back towards Jisung, Wookjin smiled softly, his expression unreadable.
“Hyung, is everything okay?” Jisung wanted to shout at the boy that nothing was okay, that he was a pervert who wanted to sleep with his band mate but the boy’s nervous energy made his heart melt. Extending a hand to place on Wookjin’s shoulder, he shook his head and smiled.
“Of course everything is fine. It’s getting late though, you should get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow” Wookjin’s expression cleared at the leader’s words, the spark in his eyes that had been drowned out by the worry returning with a vengeance. He wished Jisung a quick good night before heading to his room, leaving the elder leaning against the doorframe of his room, mind torn.
Jisung didn’t remember how he managed to get himself out of his clothes and into bed when he woke up the following morning. The war raging in his head seemed to calm down for a bit as he cooked breakfast for the members and got ready for the day of practice ahead of them. Sungho had spent the time between the album recordings and the photoshoot to come up with a choreography for their new comeback, all that was left to do was to learn it.
What he wasn’t prepared for, though, was what the younger did with the bridge portion of the song. They had come up with the idea to use rolls of measuring tape as a prop, the stylists making them custom fingerless gloves to conceal them in their hands. The choreo wasn’t easy, with a lot of moves that made Jisung’s core burn from hours of practice. When they reached the duet between him and Wookjin in the bridge, Sungho revealed his master plan to make the performance extra special.
That’s how he ended up with Wookjin kneeling next to him, his hands caressing his back and lower before he turned and forced himself to work through the moves, pulling the tape out without much of a hitch and wrapping it around the younger’s neck. Having him that close to his pelvis though was a minor, no, major problem, only worsened by the younger reaching from behind him to place his palm against Jisung’s crotch before dragging it sensually along his leg.
It took every ounce of willpower in Jisung’s body to not instantly get hard at the sensations wracking through his system. He could barely look at the younger in the eye as he grabbed him by the jaw and brought him close to his face, their lips inches from touching, nudging him away just as quick and pulling his attention back to the choreo.
He hoped that practicing the dance over and over again would desensitise him to the feeling of having the younger’s hand just where he wanted it but instead it just fuelled the lust. By the end of the session he was not only physically exhausted, body spent from running through the choreo lord knows how many times, but also emotionally exhausted as he struggled to keep his cool. The sultry looks Wookjin gave him through the large floor to ceiling mirrors didn’t help either.
By the time the music video shoot rolled around, Jisung had taught himself to not react to the youngers antics, mostly by relieving himself of all the pent up sexual tension late at night while everyone else was asleep. He pictured the younger’s plump lips wrapped tightly around his length, eager to please. If he felt guilty for thinking of Wookjin like that, the emotion was quickly buried under the waves of pleasure that crashed over him as he came.
Jisung thought that after all the torture he had been put through during the previous few weeks would prepare him for the two day affair that was to follow but fate apparently hated him. The director had gotten him to sit in a tub, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy swim trunks while Wookjin sat next to him, eyes raking over the elder’s mostly naked body.
Things only got worse when they headed outside to shoot a scene with him and the two maknaes. Jisung was handed a bottle of oil and asked to rub it across Wookjin’s chest, and if his hands weren’t already shaking, the younger kept whispering nonsense in his ear, something about picking between him and Yongsoo but all the elder could hear were the little whines that left the younger’s lips as his hand explored his warm skin.
Jisung sighed with relief when the director signalled the end of the scene, before making some witty banter to the camera that was recording behind the scenes footage for the fans. The rest of the scenes were nothing serious, they mostly included some close ups of them gazing moodily at each other for b-roll. The performance portion had a few hitches as the director asked the two to repeat their bridge choreo a few times to get a good shot of it, meaning Wookjin’s hands spent way too long all over his back and crotch.
By the end of the second day they were all exhausted and decided to spend some time enjoying the views of Jeju before heading back. All the while Wookjin was glued to Jisung’s side, hand’s linked together as he pointed towards random things in the distance and made comments that the elder could barely process, his mind overwhelmed with the younger’s presence next to him. He tried not to think about how perfectly their hands fit together, ignoring the butterflies that rose in his stomach as he imagined the younger leaning his head against Jisung’s shoulder, eyes full of love.
In the midst of all the lust that flowed through Jisung’s veins, he had finally taken the time to understand the feeling he had towards Wookjin. Years of denial didn’t make the attraction and affection he felt towards the younger disappear, so he decided to just embrace it for himself, even if it meant pining over something he could never have.
“Hyung,” Jisung was pulled out of his thoughts by Wookjin’s voice. He looked up to see the boy mere inches from his face, eyes bright, smile wide as he rambled about something or the other. Jisung wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss the boy’s plump lips, feel him melt under his fingers but before he could delve too deep into that fantasy, their managers announced that it was time to head back.
The drive back was quiet, most members sleeping their exhaustion away, but Jisung couldn’t sleep with the maknae next to him, talking animatedly at first before slowly growing drowsy and finally falling asleep against the elder. Jisung’s mind flashed back to the thoughts he had about the younger mere hours ago, and it took a lot to keep his heart from racing. He tried to think of himself as a pretty rational man but when it came to Wookjin, Jisung felt like a lovesick puppy.
Stepping out of the van once they got back was a struggle, the maknae sleepily clinging onto Jisung’s arm, refusing to let go. The elder had to practically drag him to his room before dumping him on the bed before he could attend to the rest of the members. Just as he was about to leave the room though, he heard Wookjin call out his name.
Turning around he saw the younger asleep, mumbling the words “hyung” and “I love you” over and over again. Before Jisung’s brain could go to town overthinking what the younger was saying, he put it off as part of some dream the boy was having and left the room as quickly and quietly as he could. Not having the energy to do anything, he fell face first into his bed, falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
The following weeks were spent finalising everything for their comeback, from fitting their stage costumes to posting teasers for the fans on social media. The boys were constantly busy, having to hit the gym before attending hours of practice and endless meetings. Jisung was pleased that the company was keeping him busy, giving him no time to think, or more importantly over think, about everything that had taken place between him and Wookjin.
The younger had also taken a step back from constantly tormenting the elder, a bit overwhelmed and extremely exhausted from all the preparations. The two had fallen back into their amicable friendship, still having fun every now and then with the members around while letting the sexual tension stay on the back burner.
That didn’t last long though, once the days to the comeback went from twenty to ten to five, the stress in Jisung’s system grew rapidly and the younger decided that as the best time to start his antics again, letting his fingers linger for a moment too long when they practiced the choreo, winking at the elder when he pulled him close for the following move. It was getting too much for the leader, especially when he had no time or energy to let out any of that frustration anymore.
It was the night before their comeback, they’d spent the morning on the twitter live stream and the rest of the day filming a few interviews that would be scheduled to roll out at the same time as their album release. The boys decided to spend a few hours running through the dance in preparation for their MCountdown recording the following morning.
“Well done everyone, that’s it for tonight. All the best for tomorrow,” Their choreographer wished as they finished practice, leaving behind him seven exhausted men panting, scattered across the practice room.
Jisung had decided to stay back to practice a bit more, wanting the next day’s performance to be perfect. He told the younger to go back to the dorm but he insisted on staying, apparently wanting to help the elder with the choreo but his eyes said otherwise. Kyubin and Taeyeob were the first to leave, followed quickly by Sungho, Junghyung and Yongsoo, leaving the leader and maknae alone.
With a sigh, Jisung forced himself to get off the floor and moved to the computer in the corner of the room to play the song. He saw the younger join him from the corner of his eye before focusing ahead on the mirror in front of him as he ran through the dance, paying close attention to himself to make sure he made no mistakes. It was always difficult, practicing without the members around but he managed to get everything right, that was until the bridge.
Wookjin smirked at him as he kneeled on the floor next to Jisung, hand pressing into his ass harder than usual as he dragged his hand down his body. The elder swallowed hard, but didn’t break the eye contact as he wrapped the tape in his hand around the younger’s neck and pulled him right up against his crotch. Wookjin didn’t pull away this time, instead he grabbed the elder’s thighs with his strong arms, keeping his nose buried in the elder’s pelvis.
Shocked, the elder attempted to push the younger away but Wookjin resisted, instead bringing one hand up to palm at Jisung’s already hardening length. The song kept playing in the background, the lyrics talking about a natural and undeniable attraction, urging Jisung to give into his desires. Before he could process what he was doing, the elder brought the hand he was using to push Wookjin away and laced it in the younger’s hair, pushing his face harder against the bulge in his sweat pants, letting out a growl at the whine that escaped the younger’s lips.
“You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Wookjin moaned loudly at the elder’s sudden dominance, writhing on the floor from how aroused he was.
“Hyung, please,” Jisung tightened two of his fingers against the younger’s chin, forcing him to look up and into the elder’s eyes, both of their pupils blown wide, breathing ragged as the waves of arousal crashed over them.
“Put that mouth of yours to good use for once,” Was all Jisung said, but it spurred the younger to hastily dig his fingers into the elastic band of the elder’s sweatpants, pulling them down far enough to expose his half soaked boxers. Instead of taking them off though, the younger mouthed at the elder’s length through the wet fabric, making Jisung let out a groan as he threw his head back with pleasure.
“Stop teasing,” He warned, and Wookjin complied, pushing the boxers down to free Jisung’s throbbing cock, all hot and wet from the younger’s ministrations. The maknae took a moment to lick up the elder’s length, mouthing at his balls before making his way back up to the tip and taking it into his mouth.
Jisung tightened his hands in the younger’s hair as he fought off the urge to give in and fuck Wookjin’s throat till he found release. The pleasure shot up his spine like electricity, bringing Jisung to the edge embarrassingly quickly. He had imagined Wookjin like this, lapping at and sucking his cock numerous times but none of the images he had conjured up in his mind came close to the visual in front of him.
The younger wrapped his plump lips around Jisung’s thick cock in the prettiest way, his eyes locked with the elder’s to make sure he was having a good time. He worked his tongue up and down the length, trying his hardest not to gag when it hit the back of his throat. If the younger’s hot and wet mouth wasn’t enough for Jisung, the way Wookjin’s eyes glowed as he stuffed his cock down his throat made him feel like he was in heaven.
When the younger’s tongue brushed against just the right spot, Jisung couldn’t help but buck his hips, making the younger whine loudly as he gagged, his eyes tearing up instantly. Worried that he had hurt Wookjin, the elder tried to pull away only to feel the maknae dig his nails into the back of Jisung’s thighs, signalling him to stay put, which he did.
After a few moments of the tip of his cock just resting against Wookjin’s half open mouth, the younger regained enough control to get back into sucking the elder off, this time with twice the enthusiasm and not even half the care, leading to his face being covered in precum and stray saliva. He reached up to push Jisung’s hand harder against the back of his head, telling the elder to take control.
Jisung only groaned as he finally let himself go, fucking roughly into the younger’s mouth till he found release, not bothering to pull out as he came down Wookjin’s throat. Waves of pleasure rolled over the man as he felt all the pent up tension from months of teasing on the younger’s part finally escape his system. Once he regained his breathing, he looked down to see the same teasing smile that he’d been tormented by for months, but this time it felt different.
Much like the song the younger had written, Jisung had finally given into his desires, his instincts if you will, and he felt liberated. He reached out his hand to help the younger stand up, his own eyes now reflecting the glint that the younger’s had.
“Need some help?” The elder asked, this time making the younger blush at the bluntness of the question as he shook his head. Surprised, Jisung raised an eyebrow, which just made Wookjin look even more embarrassed.
“Wait don’t tell me yo-” Before he could finish his sentence and further humiliate the younger, Wookjin captured the leader’s lips in a passionate kiss, making the two melt against each other. Jisung let his hands wander against the younger’s body, settling at his tiny waist as he reciprocated the intensity the younger showed him.
“Let’s hope you didn’t screw up my throat too bad,” Wookjin joked as they packed up for the night, practice long forgotten. Jisung just laughed, promising to treat the younger to his favourite tea when they got back to the dorms. Their manager didn’t bother giving it a second glance as Jisung threw his hand over the younger’s shoulder, not noticing the knowing smiles they shared as they headed home.
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