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backstage — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mc!lee know, fluff, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, boyfriend!minho, minho shows off reader (in a non-sexual way), dirty talk, thigh riding, unprotected sex, finger sucking, exhibitionism as a fantasy and is talked about a lot, use of "good girl", "whore", "slut", some light degradation, praising, jewellery as consent signals, kink negotiations, lmk if i forgot any!

inspo: i saw too many gifset of lee know on music core. plus @lino-nyangi's posts about exhibitionist!minho

notes: i got carried away. again. let's just from now on always assume i'm gonna get carried away when it comes to minho. thanks. also i wrote this on my laptop so it's actually written normally lmao. this won't be consistent i'm sorry.

{ wc: 8676 }

A few weeks ago Minho promised you he’d take you with him to record MusicCore. You were a fan of the show before Minho joined it, and ever since he secured a job as an MC you begged him week after week to let you come with him.

Today was finally the day the stars aligned, and your schedule allowed you to come with him. Minho was very clear that you could only come if you were there to support him from the morning until he was done, something about how it would be unfair of you to leave him alone in the middle. So when you had some time off, and Minho was preparing to record, he surprised you with a lanyard attached to a card that said Full Access: Guest of Lee Min Ho on it.

You were gonna frame it after today.

So when you got up in the morning, thirty minutes before your alarm, you made sure to spend some extra time styling your hair and perfecting your makeup. It wasn’t like you were going there to impress anyone—but stepping into the studio of MusicCore felt like a fancy event, and you needed to dress accordingly.

Minho grumbled from behind you as he woke up—he only got home at three in the morning after practicing for his stage all night—searching for you next to him.

“Jagiya,” he mumbled, eyes still shut, “where are you?”

“I’m here, my love,” you announced from your chair in front of the vanity.

“C’mhere,” he mumbled, plopping his head back into his three pillows. You quickly followed his orders, crawling back into the bed, making sure not to touch the white pillows before you had a chance to set your foundation.

“What time is it?”

“Eight thirty,” you checked your phone quickly.

“Why did you leave me?” He whined, wrapping his arms around you.

“I couldn’t keep sleeping knowing where we’re going,” you grinned. Minho smiled softly, his eyes still closed.

“You’re excited?” He asked, unwilling to open his eyes just yet, knowing he had ten more minutes to stay in bed still.

“I’m so so excited! It’s gonna be such a good show, show, show!” You recited, causing Minho to chuckle at you.

It was then he opened his eyes finally, rubbing them slightly before he took a moment to look at you.

“Holy shit,” he let out after a few rapid blinks.

“What?”

“You’re gorgeous,” his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer.

“You didn’t know that before?” You asked, feigning offence at his shocked face.

“Of course I knew that,” he nudged his head into your shoulder, “it’s just a bit overwhelming seeing it first thing in the morning.”

“Well, you’re gonna be seeing this gorgeous face all day,” you smirked.

“I’m so lucky,” he concluded before kissing your neck softly. “We’re gonna walk up to every crew member there and make sure they know you’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh, yeah? You wanna show me off today?” You smirked at him.

Innocently, Minho mumbled a small ‘yes’ your way, unaware of the thoughts in your brain. It was too early to bring in such inappropriate thoughts to the conversation, but maybe you couldn’t help but think about that little thing you and Minho agreed upon a few months ago.

Neither of you liked the idea of doing anything inappropriate in public—but sometimes, when Minho talked to you, he’d mention things like that. And sometimes, it got you so horny he could get away with saying a lot of things.

To make sure both of you were comfortable with these kinds of things, you agreed on wearing certain things to let him know how you were feeling. When you wanted him to go hard, it was the red ring he bought you. When you wanted him to only praise you, it was the butterfly earrings you found at the old market place on your third date. And when you wanted him to mention these kind of things, play along to the fantasy that you two were going to do things in front of others, you wore the gold necklace he got you with a small M dangling off it.

Minho also knew you were completely happy with him ignoring those signs as well—as you both needed to want it for it to be enjoyable—so you knew you could wear it today even if he didn’t want to indulge you.

It sat beautifully above your collarbones and honestly, it brought the whole outfit together nicely. You might have to ask Minho to change the sign to a different necklace, as the more you looked at it the more you wanted to wear it every single day.

Minho didn’t comment on it, you weren’t sure he even noticed it, as he stepped out of the shower and started getting ready for his day. The pair of you had a quick breakfast, Minho making sure to kiss your lips when you were done, and then call a car to get you to the studio.

You squealed excitedly at him as you saw the studio coming into view—your previous thoughts from the morning forgotten as they were replaced by butterflies instead.

Minho was a very talented MC, you always told him that, and the reality of getting to see him record was finally starting to set.

“Thank you so much,” you said as your boyfriend laced your fingers together, walking you towards the entrance to the studio.

“Why are you thanking me?” He shrugged at you before smiling at the receptionist and offering her a small bow. You followed suit, watching as Minho signed in on the sheet and made small talk with her.

“Are you her?” She asked timidly, watching as you signed your name on the guest sheet.

You looked at Minho in question, unable to ignore the way his ears turned pink.

“The girlfriend,” she added, pointing at your interlocked hands.

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

The pair of you bowed at each other before she spoke up again, “Lee Know doesn’t stop talking about you. Every week he tells me something else sweet about you.”

“Does he?” You exclaimed, your eyebrows raising as Minho simply refused to look at your questioning gaze.

“You are very pretty,” she complimented. “I hope you two stay very happy.”

“Thank you,” you smiled widely at her. “Have a lovely day.”

“I’m never telling you anything again,” Minho joked at her, before he dragged the pair of you away and deeper into the studio.

“Min?” You questioned once you were alone, “since when do you talk about me?”

“What do you mean?” He said, adjusting his hair slightly to make sure his now red ears weren’t on display.

“No one has ever said something like that to me at JYP,” you point out. It wasn’t that Minho wasn’t affectionate towards you, you were showered with it, but never in front of people. You’ve met a lot of his colleagues and even stayed with him for a week during their world tour, and no one has ever reacted that way towards you before.

“She’s just very nice, is all,” he dismissed.

You nodded, dismissing it as well. You knew your boyfriend very well, and he was a private kind of person. You couldn’t imagine him walking up to reception in the morning and telling her all about you—it just didn’t seem like Minho. He was only that way with a select few people, so you assumed perhaps this colleague of his fell under that category, too.

It was probably nothing.

Minho explained what each room was as you walked past it, that one was Minju’s dressing room and that one was the wardrobe department and that one was the backup dancers room and that was a guest room. Then, after climbing a few stairs, you reached it.

The door had ‘Lee Know’ written across it with a blue star.

“And this is mine,” he smiled, opening the door before gesturing for you to go in first.

As you walked in, your hand fell from his as both your hands came up to hide your gasp.

“What is that?” You asked, referring to the huge vase full of flowers.

“I don’t know,” Minho said, walking up to it. “I didn’t put it here.”

You walked over to it, found a little card hanging off the yellow roses and opened it.

“Dear Y/N,” you read out loud, giving Minho a look. His eyebrows frowned heavily, and you knew that if he wrote it he would’ve just smirked instead. You kept reading. “We are so excited to meet you. We hope you enjoy your first day here. Kindly, Jinho and Mihi.”

“Oh my god,” Minho groaned, sitting down on the couch with a huff.

“Who are they?”

“The makeup artists,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “They stole my moment!”

“What moment?”

“Look behind the flowers,” he was whining, clearly unimpressed by the amount of attention you were getting. How did the makeup artists even know you were coming—and why were they excited to meet you?

You walked behind the flowers, far too big to see anything hidden behind them, and found a box there. You opened it to see inside a bag of your favourite snacks, a polariod camera, and Leebit. A small card sat next to it.

“Dear Y/N,” you read, chuckling out loud. “Thank you for coming today and I hope it’s as beautiful as you imagined it would be. Please cheer loudly for me when you see me on stage and take lots of pictures to remember it! I finally got you the Leebit you wanted, so you’ll blend in nicely with the rest of the Stays. I love you. Min.”

Minho’s face was in his hands, his ears still incredibly red.

“Baby,” you sighed, picking up the bunny plushie and holding him close to your chest. “This is so incredibly sweet.”

“You were supposed to see it later when I was busy and be moved by how amazing your boyfriend is,” he sighed.

“I am moved,” you made sure to tell him, making your way over to where he was sitting.

“The flowers are so much nicer though,” he complained, letting out a loud whine at the end of his sentence.

“The flowers are very nice, but only my amazing and considerate boyfriend could give me something like this.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, ignoring the urge to tease him about how warm his face was. “And I finally have my Leebit!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, playing with the bunny’s tail, “I had to beg the merch team for it. They’re in very high demand.”

“I can imagine,” you chuckled. “Come on,” you urged him to stand up in front of the mirror with you, “we need to debut the polariod camera!”

You quickly unpacked the camera and pointed it at the reflection, telling your boyfriend to come over and join you.

Minho rolled his eyes at you but wasted no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and inching his head closer to you. With a cute smile on both your faces you snapped the picture, a happy dance following your movements as you waited for the photo to print.

“Thank you for this,” you said softly at him, “and thank you for bringing me and everything.”

“Anything for you,” he said sincerely, leaning down and kissing your lips softly. “Would you have enjoyed it more if the flowers were from me?”

You laughed at him, shaking your head as you waited for the picture to develop.

“You know I like your thoughtful gifts more than flowers. Flowers are nice, but you always think hard about what you buy me,” you smiled at him, kissing his cheek softly.

Minho nodded at that, pleased enough with your answer, before he walked over to his table and looked over the script sat there.

“I need to go over this,” he said, guesting at the pages in his hand. Minho warned you before you came that shooting involved a lot of work and he won’t have too much time to spend with you—but you were content with that. You had your phone with you and a book, you could entertain yourself without his help.

“Okay. Can I go find the makeup artists and thank them?”

“Sure,” Minho smiled, “call me if you get lost.”

You nodded at him, kissed his lips one last time, and grabbed your new camera and your plushie with you—ready to explore the halls where they filmed one of your favourite shows.

You remembered enough about Minho’s little tour to navigate without too much nervousness, quickly finding the door that said ‘makeup’ on it.

It was open, the sound of people talking coming from inside and you knocked lightly on the door.

“Hello,” you said politely, bowing to the strangers. “I’m looking for Jinho and Mihi.”

“Yes?” one of the women said, looking at you up and down. After a few moments her eyes settled on your face, taking in your hightlights and lipstick. “Your makeup is fantastic!”

“Thank you,” you smiled, knowing there was no bigger compliment than a professional admiring your work. “I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers and welcoming me today.”

Once you said those words, the woman looked at the bunny in your hand, and you could almost see the penny dropping in her mind.

“You’re Y/N!” You nodded. “Oh!”

The pair of them hugged you, smiling widely as they each introduced themselves to you.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” They chuckled, “every time Lee Know sits in that chair he does not stop talking about you. He’s either talking about that or we’re exchanging recipes.”

You laughed, imaging your boyfriend trying to explain his latest food experiement to the women in front of you.

However, you couldn’t just breeze past the fact he was sharing things with them, too. You knew his makeup artist in JYP was very close to him, too, as it was more than awkward to just sit in front of someone for twenty minutes without saying a thing—but she never said anything like that to you. Your nail tech knew all about Minho, but you were known for sharing things with people with ease. Minho was not.

“May I ask,” you dared, “what kind of things does he say?”

“Oh, nothing bad of course,” they thought to reassure you, “Lee Know is very protective of you it seems. He cares about you a lot.”

You smiled, “yeah, I care about him, too.”

The pair awwed in unison. “They’re too sweet!”

“It’s just… Minho doesn’t really talk about these things with a lot of people.”

They laughed at you, their eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean?”

“Lee Know always brainstorms date ideas with us, and tells us about how well you’re doing at work! Congratulations on that promotion last month!”

You thanked them, a blush warm on your cheeks. “Really?”

“Oh, dear, I hope you don’t mind that he told us?” Jinho said, looking at her friend with slight concern on her forehead.

“Oh, no! Of course not!” You reassured. “It’s not that. It’s just, surprising, is all.”

They nodded at you. “He’s probably just more comfortable sharing romantic stories with us.”

They did have a point. You were sure it was much easier sharing stories with the makeup artists than with his crew members.

You thanked them one more time before suggesting to take a picture with them—using the camera your boyfriend bought you, and excused yourself.

You walked down the hallway trying to see if there was anything else to explore. You knew the canteen was on the opposite side of Minho’s room, so you slowly made your way there—making sure to take in as many details as possible.

You watched many behind the scenes features about the show and walking down the hallway you saw in them was like something out of a movie—stepping into a place you felt you already knew by heart. It was just the start of the day, there was so much more excitement to feel, but already you were overwhelmed by it.

You thought maybe grabbing a snack and a drink would make you feel better.

Once you arrived at the canteen you saw a few people sat around with coffees, some were reading over scripts, some were listening to music.

You ordered an iced drink and a pastry, paying for your order and smiling polietly and the man who worked at the canteen. His smile was very bright.

Everyone was so friendly, you noted, and even texted your friend as such when they asked how it was going so far.

Everyone in your circle knew how excited you were for today—so they all checked in to see you were still alive and didn’t die from happiness overload.

You sat down at the end of a very big table, not many other seats available, and started scrolling down your social media to occupy yourself.

“Can we sit here?” Someone asked.

You looked up to see a group of four boys with their meals. There wasn’t anywhere else for them to sit, and either way you didn’t mind. You nodded at them with a small smile.

Becoming very aware of the looks they were giving your bunny, you grabbed him and concealed him in your lap instead. You knew you looked like a fangirl carrying him around—and you didn’t mind in the slightest—but you didn’t want these strangers to ask you questions. You didn’t know who they were, and they clearly recognised what the plushie was meant to represent, and you could already see the horror scenario of you getting kicked out of the studio for being mistaken as a fan that sneaked their way in. You subconsciously checked your pass was still in your pocket.

The boys were, however, too immersed in their own conversation to even look your way.

That was until one of the boys got up and asked the group if they wanted anything, and then, he asked you the same thing.

“Oh, thank you. I’m fine,” you smiled, pointing at your still mostly full drink. He nodded.

“I think Tae-hyung was trying to flirt with you,” his friend helpfully supplied.

You chuckled at the angry look on his friend’s face before he walked away to get everyone’s orders.

“That’s no way to flirt with someone,” you joked back, trying to lighten up the awkwardness you were feeling. “That’s just being friendly.”

“And how do you flirt with someone?” The boy challenged with a smirk.

You laughed at him—he was doing good—but you couldn’t let him get his hopes up.

“I’d show you, but I’m taken,” your hand went down to your lap where Leebit was sitting safely, and you held onto him tightly.

At that the fourth boy, Tae, came back with the drinks, joining the conversation.

“Hear that, hyung? She’s taken,” one of the boys announced. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head at the news.

You chuckled at his dramatic reaction, enjoying the new relaxed atmosphere around the table.

Then the boys introduced themselves, informing you they danced on the show weekly.

“I’m actually a massive fan of the show, I thought I recognised your faces,” you said with a smile, knowing you saw the oldest boy in the group before.

“Really? Who’s your favourite MC then?” One of the boys teased, nudging his head in the direction of your lap—where they all knew the bunny was hiding.

“Is it obvious?” You joked, showing them your plushie, and then tapping your phone where a picture of Minho sat proudly. It was one of him on the show, holding his microphone with his name covered in glitter adoring it.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but he’s also taken,” one of the dancers said. “And he’s whipped.”

“What?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“We probably shouldn’t say this, but every time we’re practising with him he has to stop around the same time to send his girlfriend a text. And he’ll talk about her a lot, too. So even if you were to ditch your partner for Lee Know—he would never leave his girlfriend.”

“I’ve never seen anyone that in love before,” one of them added, “she’s all he talks about.”

Your stomach crunched at their words. Who was this person everyone was talking about and since when did your boyfriend share so much about your relationship?

“What, uh, what does he say about her?”

“Are you one of the jealous fans?” The dancer made sure to ask. You quickly shook your head, making sure to let them know you were happy for him, and just curious to know more.

“Well, he talks a lot about what they do together. And how he wants to adopt a cat with her because she’ll be great at raising them.”

“Oh my god,” Tae chuckled, “remember when we were practising for his first stage and every time he got tired he looked at her picture?”

They laughed.

“He kept saying she’s better than caffeine.”

You slowly pressed a hand to your cheek trying to check just how warm your skin was. It was on fire. Your stomach was, too.

“That’s sweet,” you concluded, “I’m glad my idol is so happy.”

You knew you had to play the part now, as it would be far too awkward to let them know who you were now. So you just smiled instead.

“Well, I hope you get to enjoy the show today,” they said after you all finished your food. “We need to get going before we miss our schedule.”

“Of course,” you nodded, “good luck!”

So, the receptionist and the makeup artists were one thing. The dancers were a totally different thing. Since when was Minho like this? You thought you knew your boyfriend well, you thought he was only open about these things with his members and with his family, you didn’t think he just told everyone about you.

The staff at JYP definitely didn’t see you like any of the people around here did—and you couldn’t help but wonder why they knew so much about you.

You didn’t mind, of course, Minho was free to share what he wanted with who he wanted, but this was unexpected. You weren’t quite sure how to react to it all.

You pushed those thoughts to the side, instead asking your boyfriend if he wanted anything to eat and when he said no you made your way back to his dressing room.

You waited patiently as Minho read over his script a few more times, practising out loud in front of the mirror to monitor his facial expressions and his tone of voice.

Soon, a PA walked in and talked Minho over his schedule. First, he needed to go get his outfit on.

You followed him around, his hand never leaving yours, and sat quietly by him as they made sure the outfit sat comfortably around his body.

“You look really good,” you mumbled at him as the pair of you made your way to the makeup room.

He kissed the back of your hand in response.

Jinho and Mihi smiled at you as they saw your hands locked together, inviting Minho to sit down in one of the chairs.

The four of you talked about your day, how you were finding it around the studio, and if you met any interesting people yet.

“Oh, I met one of my favourite dancers on the show! I didn’t know his name until now but I recognised him as the dancer I focus on most of the time,” you answered politely.

Minho looked at you so fast you were worried his neck might snap.

“Your favourite what?” He gasped at you.

“His name is Tae, he said,” you answered.

“Tae?!” Minho nearly yelled. His face was forced back into its previous position by Jinho as she tried setting his foundation.

He didn’t seem as angry with a powder brush tapping around his face. But you knew you made the wrong move when he gave you the same look he did to his members when they made a mistake in the choreography. Only this time his jealous scowl was attached to it, too.

“Obviously, you’re my favourite dancer. But on the show you don’t dance a lot so he’s my favourite.”

Minho scoffed at that, causing both the artists to laugh at the interaction before they changed the subject to your work instead. You told them a bit about it, enjoying how attentive they were to your words and experiences.

When Minju entered the room to get herself ready, she gasped as she saw you.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” She bowed, and you followed her as you gave you that same sentiment back. The pair of you chatted away easily, excitement bubbling inside your stomach as you managed to speak so freely in front of her. You were a big fan of hers as well, having been part of the show for a while, and Minho even agreed to take a picture of the two of you together before Mihi insisted she needed to start working on the MC soon.

It was time for Minho to walk towards the soundstage, now that he was fully ready, and the pair of you made your way down there—hand never leaving his.

“You know, Tae also tried to flirt with me,” you decided to say, just to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Did he?” He let out, clenching his jaw visibly.

“Yeah, but then instead he told me all about how I’m like your caffeine.”

At that, Minho’s face changed from jealousy to pure embarrassment, and he was lucky it was then you reached the sound stage.

You forgot completely what you two were talking about as you saw the stage spread before you—you even jumped up and down twice.

“Min, this is so cool!” You exclaimed, “this is so fucking cool!”

Minho smiled at that, his eyes crinkling at your reaction. “Was it worth the wait?”

“This is so cool!” Is all you could say.

Minho wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pointing at different cameras and monitors and explaining what they were used for and when. You nodded at his words, listening carefully to everything he was saying.

Then it was time for him to start rehearsing, so you blew a kiss his way (as to not mess up his makeup) and clapped your hands in excitement. You had your camera at the ready too, snapping a few pictures of the set as you waited by the screens.

Jinho, who was monitoring the makeup on the screen, stood by you—helping you feel more at ease as the crew around the set watched as the three MCs rehearsed their lines.

After they rehearsed, and the dancers filmed one of their stages, it was time for a short break before the live stages were set to start. Minho got his makeup looked over before the pair of you were sent on your way back to his room.

You held onto his arm, your hand circling around his bicep as your other interlocked with his fingers. You kissed his shoulder lightly as you made your way down the hallway.

You passed the deep pink wall—the background of many pictures of your favourite idols—and so you stopped in your tracks.

“Min,” you started, but you didn’t even need to explain what you wanted before Minho grabbed the camera from your hand and gestured for you to stand against the pink backdrop.

After grabbing the small picture that printed out, Minho took out his phone and stood beside you—taking a selfie or four with you against the wall.

“Happy?” He asked as he handed you the now developed polariod. You nodded your head excitedly.

Minho chuckled at you, bringing a hand around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you back on your way towards his room.

Once you climbed up the stairs you reached your destination, sitting down on the couch by your boyfriend.

“So what’s happening now?” You asked, crossing your legs underneath your body.

“We have a few hours until we start. I usually just relax a bit before the crowd gets here and we do everything again but live.”

You nodded. “This is so cool.”

“You have mentioned,” Minho chuckled at you. He brought his hand to your hair, tucking a bit of it behind your ear.

“Can I ask you something?” Minho hummed in affirmation. “How come you share so much with the people who work here?”

“I don’t tell them anything private,” he promised you, “it’s just.. more relaxed around here. It’s hard talking about you with anyone who works at the company.”

“I don’t mind either way,” you assured him, “I just wasn’t expecting everybody to know me and tell me how much you love me.”

“Who told you that?” He questioned, his eyes averting to the plushie between your legs, avoiding your eyes again.

“Min, I think at this point I kinda know all that already,” you chuckled, amused by the way he was perfectly comfortable telling you he loved you, but suddnely now he was embaressed.

“I can be different here, I think,” he mused, “here I can be fun Lee Know who’s not cold and hard and if I said some of these things about you in the company they’ll think I’m being weird and--”

“—you’re not cold, Min,” you stopped him. He nodded. “But it’s nice being here,” you agreed, “everyone’s treating me like I’m famous or something.”

Minho grinned at you.

“So you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your smile reaching your eyes. “Thank you again.”

“What’s been your favourite part so far?” He asked, reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Well, I found the wall,” you said, reaching in to your pocket and grabbing all the polariods you took during the day, showing them off one by one to your boyfriend. “And I took pictures of the big stage! And I met Minju,” you smiled at the photo, “and of course my favourite part,” you found the picture you took of the monitor when it was focused on your boyfriend, “watching MC Lee Know in action.”

Minho laughed at that. You rarely called him by his stage name, and watching you get so excited about his side gig warmed his heart in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a small kiss.

You ignored it all day—the thoughts probing inside your brain—but now that you were alone and kissing him, you couldn’t quite suppress it anymore.

The way he looked on stage, so happy and oh so stunning. His stage presence was always strong, always impossible to ignore, but on the stage you loved so much it was overwhelming you. The way he told just about everyone here how much he cared about you. The way he looked so confident in everything he did today. Even, the jealousy in his eyes when you dared call someone else your favourite dancer.

You were craving him.

So before Minho pulled away, you snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his lips against yours softly, so softly you felt a lightness at the back of your eyes—as if the kiss was so strong it was dulling your other senses.

“Baby,” you whispered against his lips, tugging lightly on his hair.

“Yeah?” He asked, trying to pull away from your lips. In response, you climbed onto his lap and grabbed his jaw—pulling him even closer.

Minho responded instantly, sliding his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth, your tongue finding his with familiar ease.

You could taste the makeup on his face, and you knew he could taste yours—but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the feeling of his thighs underneath you, his hands around your hips, his lips on yours.

When you brought your hand to his chest, fingers reaching into his shirt, he finally pulled away.

His lips were swollen, he had lipstick around his cupid’s bow, and his eyes were glazed. It made you groan.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked in a whisper.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, “you said we have some time to relax.”

You lean in closer, kissing underneath his jaw.

“Yeah, but we’re not alone,” he reminded you.

“We’re in your dressing room,” you countered, “we can lock the door.”

“Y/N, don’t forget yourself,” he warned you, “anyone can walk in here and need something.”

“They’ll knock,” you tried, rolling your hips against him. You could feel he was hard underneath you, you knew he wanted this, but Minho was very specific that when you two were outside of the house he wouldn’t do anything beyond kissing you. Even making out in a locked dressing room seemed like something very daring between the pair of you.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked again with a chuckle.

“Seeing you on stage, Min,” you explained simply, bringing your hand down to the space where your bodies rested against each other.

“Calm down,” he said, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands away, “you’ve seen me performing so many times before.”

“This is different,” you explained, rolling your hips again. Minho grunted at the contact, his grip on your wrist tightening.

“Regardless of that,” he started, tugging you away from him by your wrists when you tried to kiss him again, “we’re in public.”

“You could fuck me in front of that mirror though,” you said simply, looking at your reflection for a moment. Minho followed your line of sight, grinning at you through the mirror.

“Who are you and what have you done with my shy little girlfriend?” He asked, bringing his hand to your chin, forcing you to face him again.

He looked at your face, his eyes darkening slightly as he rubbed the lipstick stains away from your skin. His finger traced your jaw, your heart beat quickening at his actions, before his finger trailed down to your neck, your collarbone, and then rested on the M sat against your skin.

“Oh,” he let out in realisation. “When did you put this on?”

“In the morning,” you explained, swallowing slightly when you saw his expression change completely. “After you said you were gonna show me off to everyone.”

Minho cocked his head to the side, an impossibly attractive smirk on his still swollen lips.

“And then you saw I wasn’t kidding…” he filled in the blanks, his eyes still glued to the jewellery. “And now you’re horny.”

“I’m not the only one,” you argued, rolling your hips again. Minho grabbed you, stopping your movements completely.

“Yeah, but the difference is I have some self control,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Please, Min, you said yourself we have a few hours,” you whined lightly. “I’ll lock the door.”

“But if my baby’s in such a mood, surely I should open the door and ask everyone to come look at you.”

“Min,” you whined, trying to move in his grip. It was bad enough he wasn’t going to give you anything—it was straight up cruel for him to wind you up as well.

“Everyone’s heard a lot about you,” he kissed your jaw, “maybe today we should show them the parts I didn’t tell them?”

You groaned as he planted more kisses around your neck.

“Like how much of a slut my girl is,” he squeezed your hips.

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “not a slut.”

Minho looked up at you. You usually liked that name, telling him yourself it turned you on, so his eyebrows lifted up as he questioned you.

“Then what are you?” He asked softly.

“Your whore,” you corrected him, swallowing as you spoke.

You would’ve been embarrassed by the shock on Minho’s face—but it melted into a smirk just as quickly as he gasped.

“I see,” he nodded, his hands travelling down to your ass, “so you’re really in a mood.”

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“You can’t wait to get home?”

“No, I want you now,” you groaned. Minho grabbed your ass, hard, causing you to pulse around nothing.

“Get up,” he said, pushing you off his lap. You tried your best to hide your disappointment but stood up anyway. Before you could apologise for taking it too far—Minho walked to the door and locked it.

When he turned around you had to bite the smile on your face.

He walked over to you, kissing your forehead softly before he turned you around and wrapped his hands around your stomach. He walked the pair of you over to the mirror, kissing down your neck as he positioned you right in front of it.

“Like this? You want me to fuck you like this?” He asked, rubbing his crotch against your ass.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still in disbelief that Minho actually gave in to your request. He was a private person, but you guessed today you learned to see a different side of Minho from the moment you entered the studio.

“You’re gonna look at yourself while I push my dick inside you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, feeling him against your ass.

Minho started sucking on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him with the hand still around your stomach. His other hand travelled up and down your sides—ghosting over your chest but never quite touching you there.

“And if I wanna take you like this?” He asked, spinning you around to face him. He pushed his crotch against yours, his erection teasing you against your jeans.

“Take me however you want, Min,” you moaned, rubbing yourself against him.

“You’re so fucking horny,” he chuckled dryly, wrapping his finger around the thin gold chain. “What got you this horny?”

“You,” you whispered.

“Don’t think I heard you,” Minho challenged. The rooms were all quite close together, and you knew if you said anything too loudly the people in the next room would hear you.

Minho was daring you.

“You got me this horny,” you said louder, swallowing loudly as warmth crept up your neck.

“You can’t do this,” he taunted, “you’re thinking with your pussy but we both know if I told you to moan loudly for me you wouldn’t. So why are you asking me to fuck you?”

“I’ll be quiet--”

“—but if I tell you to do something you need to do it,” Minho reminded you, “and do you really think you can take my punishment when you don’t moan loud enough for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask,” you nodded, jumping onto the counter you were pressed against and opening your legs wide.

Minho’s hand instantly grabbed your thighs and kneeded at your skin.

“That’s not my girl talking,” he said, kissing your cheek, “that’s your wet pussy talking for you.”

“Please,” you groaned, rolling your hips against the counter to feel something.

Minho looked down at your crotch, chuckling when he saw just how desperate you were in front of him.

“Or maybe you don’t even need me?” He questioned, grabbing the top of your thighs and rolling you against the counter again. “Is this enough for you?”

“No,” you begged, “I need more.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” he informed you, “we’re still in a very busy building and you can’t possibly be quiet.”

“You just asked me to be loud,” you groaned.

“I know,” Minho said, kissing you softly, “just wanted to see how far you’re willing to go for your boyfriend’s dick.”

At that, Minho walked away from you and picked up his script. He sat himself down on the couch, reading over his lines one more time in prepration.

“Minho,” you tried, but he simply shook his head at you.

“Not happening,” he dismissed.

“Minho,” you tried again, desperate for his attention. He kept his eyes solely on the pages in front of him.

“Calm down,” he advised.

“I’ll be quiet,” you tried.

“You know I’m gonna take that as a challenge,” he chuckled, “you being quiet means I’m not doing well.”

“Then I’ll be loud,” you offered.

At that, Minho looked up from his script over at you, his eyes dark as he leaned his head back. He looked at you for a few moments.

“What’s this about?” He questioned.

“I’m horny,” you said simply, shrugging your shoulders as you fiddled with your necklace.

“What’s it really about?” He offered you a second chance.

You jumped off the counter, walking over to him. You grabbed the script out of his hands, placed it on the couch beside him and climbed into his lap. You could tell Minho was holding himself back from placing his hands on you—instead they sat by his side.

“I’m proud of you, and you look stunning today, and I want everyone who already knows so much about me to hear how pretty I can moan for you.”

Minho licked his lips.

“I love being the person who gets fucked by Lee Know,” you added with a smirk, running your hands up and down his chest, until your reached his crotch.

Minho brought his hands to your hips, moving you against his thighs in an agonisingly slow rhythm.

“Maybe we should wait,” he offered, a raise in his brows, “we can go to the stage and I can fuck you in front of the cameras?”

“Fuck,” you let out, pushing against his thighs harder as you jolted from the friction.

“Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

Minho grabbed your phone from beside him, checking the time. He smiled slightly at the new picture you set on your lockscreen—of him during his first time on the show.

He leaned up, grabbing your cheek as he brought your lips together.

“Tell me, whore,” he pulled away slightly, dragging you along his thigh faster, “when all those cameras are on you—are you gonna beg for my fingers or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“So everyone can see how you fall apart when my dick splits you in half?”

“Yes, Min, fuck,” you said, a rush running up and down your spine.

He leaned in, kissing you messily as you focused on riding against his thigh steadily.

“You better not make a fucking sound,” he warned against your lips, bringing a hand to his pants as he unbuttoned them. He pushed them down slightly, only enough to grab his dick out. He then unbuttoned your jeans, letting you manoeuvre for long enough to pull them down your legs.

“If I hear any sound outside we’re stopping,” he said firmly. You nodded.

Minho leaned up to kiss you softly, rubbing your shoulder. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Are you?”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he smiled softly, “you just never wanted this before.”

“We’re alone, Min,” you assured him. “And I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

He nodded before the pair of resumed your previous position, Minho nodding at you as you started sinking down on his dick.

“Fuck,” he let out, gasping softly as his head fell against the back of the couch. “Move when you’re ready.”

You nodded, moving up and down slowly as the pair of you groaned softly. Minho wrapped his arms around you, his fingers grazing against your bare thighs in comfort.

“Take your time,” he said sweetly. He kissed your cheek before he whispered down your ear, “the longer you take, the more likely someone is to come in here.”

You clenched around him.

“Maybe Tae will come to get me,” he kept going, smiling at the reaction he was getting—the wetness around his dick warm and so comforting, “he usually needs help with his dancing.”

“Really?” You chuckled, squeezing his shoulders as you upped your pace.

“Yeah, because I’m a better dancer than him,” Minho made sure to say, sighing as you clenched around him again.

“You think you fuck better than him, too?” You dared.

At that, Minho thrust up into you—causing you to swallow a moan before it escaped you.

“The only reason I’d let him watch you get fucked is so he can learn how to do it. And when I’m done with you he can try to make you cum,” he said through his teeth.

“Don’t think anyone can make me cum the way you do,” you said in between breaths.

“Right answer, whore,” he said, groaning as you clenched around him harder than before. “Fuck, stop that or I’ll be the one who’s too loud.”

At that you laughed, leaning up on your knees until only his tip was inside you—and then you sat all the way down, his dick reaching into the deeper parts of you.

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut as you repeated that action again and again and again, rendering Minho unable to move or even open his eyes.

“Where’d you go?” You asked, tapping his chin.

He grabbed your thighs, urging you to do it again.

“I’m trying to focus,” he let out, “you feel really fucking good.”

“I look good, too,” you smirked, “you’re missing out.”

Minho opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in your features. You weren’t wrong. You looked amazing on top of him, controlling the pace, getting exactly what you wanted from him like you always did.

“It would be much better in front of the cameras,” he let out softly, “so they could capture how fucking beautiful you are riding my cock.”

You groaned.

“Quiet,” he warned you, burying his hand in your hair.

He pulled your face closer to his, kissing you messily, all tongue and gasps and teeth.

“Even if someone did knock right now I couldn’t stop,” you said quickly, “your dick is too fucking good.”

“It’s always yours,” he groaned, pushing you all the way down until he bottomed out. You rolled your hips, the pair of you gasping as he nudged your senstive spot again and again.

“I should take a picture of your pussy like this,” Minho said, tracing his hand around your clit teasingly. “So so full.”

You handed him the polariod camera instantly before you leaned back, bumping your hips up and down his dick.

Minho took the camera from you, unsure of what you wanted him to do with it. Nudes were not your thing, and although you were wearing that necklace today he didn’t think that meant he could just take a picture of you. Those were just words. But then, you did just hand it to him.

Before he could think about it too much you started moaning, finding the perfect angle as you sped up. Minho leaned forward, bringing a hand around your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“I said quiet, whore,” he said, kissing your neck as he felt your moans vibrating against his hand.

“Min,” you said, muffled, causing him to move his hand away.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked softly, grabbing your hand instead.

You leaned forward, hiding your head in his neck as you spoke. “Don’t like it when you cover my mouth.”

Minho nodded, squeezing your hand in agreement. “Can I put my fingers in your mouth instead then?”

You smiled at him, lifting your head from his neck and sticking your tongue out to him.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, bringing his index finger to your tongue. “And you’ve been so good today telling me exactly what you need.”

You started clenching at his praise, humming against his finger as he started meeting your thrusts from below. “You’ve been so so good with your words. And using our signals. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

You nodded, silently speeding up even more as you focused on sucking his fingers.

“Your pussy is so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” he warned with a grunt. At that he slid his fingers out of your mouth, moving them to your clit as he started rubbing it in fast circles.

You focused as much as you could on being quiet—letting your head fall on Minho’s shoulders as you felt him twitching inside you.

“Gonna cum,” you warned in a hushed whisper.

It was only a few moments later that your orgasm crashed into you—your mouth a perfect circle as you rode out your high in silence. As your walls clenched around him repeatedly, Minho came right after you, whimpering in between soft sighs.

You caught your breathes together, staying close as Minho planted small kisses on your shoulder. When you were ready to move, Minho rolled his pants further down his legs to avoid any mess on his outfit, and helped you stand up slowly.

You were lucky there was a shower in his room—and cleaned yourself off quickly. Once you were both dressed again, you sat down next to your boyfriend with a smile.

“Feel better now?” He asked with a smile, kissing your cheek.

Both of your faces were ruined, and you knew Minho would have to sit down to get his makeup redone. You had no idea how you’d get yours fixed without making it very very obvious why it got ruined in the first place.

Luckily, you remembered you packed some of your makeup with you this morning, and took it out in an attempt to fix both your faces.

Minho’s wasn’t too smudged, except for the colour around his mouth, but you managed to put enough translucent powder around it to make it presentable. The makeup artists could fix it for him.

Your mascara was gathered underneath your eyes, and Minho took a wipe from your makeup bag and cleaned it off softly.

“Thank you,” you said to him, taking a look at yourself in the mirror after he was done.

He nodded at you.

“You’re very quiet,” you observed, noticing the way Minho didn’t ask questions or say much like he usually did after sex.

Minho reached for your hand, locking your fingers together again. “Did you really want me to take a picture of you or was that just talk like most of it was?”

You pursed your lips together. “I’m—I’m not actually sure,” you admitted.

“I don’t want to take pictures of you,” Minho confessed. “I don’t want it getting into the wrong hand or for you to regret me having something like that.”

“That’s okay,” you agreed, nodding with a smile.

“I want to do everything you ask me to, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the picture and I’m sorry if that disappointed you or anything--”

“—Min, it didn’t. It was in the heat of the moment. Besides, your reason for not doing it is just to protect me, so it’s definitely okay.”

Minho nodded at that.

“And please never feel like you have to give me something just because I asked. You always say you can’t enjoy it if I’m not happy and that goes both ways,” you assured him.

Minho leaned forward to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Lee Know,” you smirked.

He chuckled at you before burying his head in your hair as he hugged you tightly.

At that a thirty minute warning came on around the speakers, alerting everyone in the building to the time.

It was then time for Minho to go back to the makeup chair for any touch ups (which he definitely needed) and warm up his voice before the live stage started. You followed him around, clutching Leebit tightly as you smiled proudly at your boyfriend.

You cheered loudly like he asked you too—and at some point, you caught his eyes on you as the pair of you smiled at each other.

The crowd didn’t know you were his girlfriend, it was private, and the pair of you smiled at each other as you held onto that secret tightly.

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𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀, 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎

Boyfriend! San x Afab! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You and your boyfriend go out to watch a scary movie. Too bad you wouldn’t end up remembering any of it.

W.C: 1.8k

Warnings: established relationship, kinda sub? San, kinda dom? reader, the employee in the booth is like 👁👄👁, semi public sex, exhibitionism, kissing, hand job, cum eating, oral (recieving)

Author's Note: I wrote this in little under an hour, so I apologize if it seems a bit rushed. Anyways, I hope you enjoy ♥

Song Rec: OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic (this song has nothing to do with this fic but its just so fucking hot!! The way he goes “ooh, mami” just awakens the inner dom in me)

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Sometimes you and San didn’t really know what to do when you went out for date night; it wasn’t unfamiliar for the both of you to just sit in his car, trying to come up with something that would entertain the both of you. Not that you had to be entertained; you both just appreciated being in each other’s company, but you had wanted to go somewhere, at least. Anywhere, really.

San sucked his teeth, scrolling through something on his phone. “Uh, how about we go see a movie? There’s this one that’s playing in about 20 minutes at some theater downtown. I guess they play older movies that have already been out for a while.”

You set your own phone down into your lap, turning your head to meet his gaze.

“What kind of movie?”

“Horror. Well, a slasher, to be exact.”

He reached up and poked your cheek in a playful manner. “I know how much you love those, Y/N. So how ‘bout it?”

You nodded, resisting the urge to bite your boyfriend’s hovering finger. “You know me so well,” you replied, holding a hand over your heart and pretending to wipe a tear from your eye.

San gave you a small smirk, chuckling softly to himself, as he turned his key into the ignition and put his car in drive, before pulling out of the driveway.

***

You both walked into the theater, realizing it was completely empty, despite the previews already playing on the screen.

“Looks like it’ll be just us,” you commented innocently, turning your head to look up at your boyfriend, who was holding popcorn and a soda in his hands.

“Looks like it,” he replied with a soft smile, despite there being a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You walked up the aisle, settling for the seats that were closer to the back, rather than the middle. Once you were settled in your seat, you noticed how cold it was inside the theater. You shivered slightly, rubbing your arms as a way to warm yourself up.

“Are you cold, baby?” San asked, pulling up the divider that was in between you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, encouraging you to get closer to him.

“Y-yeah…” You snuggled up against him, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. You sighed, appreciating how your boyfriend was basically a walking heater. Despite his help, you were still feeling chilly.

San took notice of this and rubbed the side of your upper arm, hoping that would help you in some way. “My poor baby…” he murmured, before turning his head to look at you. You lifted your head up a bit, looking back at him.

You both didn’t even notice when the movie started to play on the screen; you were clearly too distracted by each other’s presence.

“Baby…can I kiss you?” San whispered under his breath, despite there being no one else in the room to hear him.

You swallowed nervously, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You couldn’t help it; San always had a way of making you feel like it was the first time you were being intimate with each other.

“Y-yes…please kiss me…” you replied breathlessly, your cheeks feeling warm.

San leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you, his soft lips encasing your own. He used his free hand to caress your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your jaw. You shared a few innocent kisses, before they started to become more and more intense. His tongue slid over your bottom lip, causing you to part your lips, allowing him inside your mouth.

“M-mmn…” you mumbled against him, gripping the edges of his jacket with your somewhat trembling hands. You let out a soft moan when he began to suck on your tongue in an almost lazy way, wanting to savor the taste of you as much as he could. You eventually broke the kiss when you were getting too worked up, unable to ignore the constant pulsing in between your legs.

“S-San…” You looked at him with half-closed eyes, some of his spit still left on your lips.

“What is it, baby?” he inquired, running his fingers through your soft hair. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

You swallowed hard, one of your hands sliding onto his upper thigh and squeezing it. Despite knowing you were in a public place, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You were already too worked up, as was San.

“I want to touch you…Can I?”

“Of course. You can do whatever you want to me,” he exhaled, feeling your fingers rub over the erection that was trapped inside his jeans. He let out a groan when you unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them, pulling his dick out and slowly sliding your hand up and down it.

“F-fuck, baby…” he mumbled, already starting to breath harder. He suddenly threw his head back against the seat when you let some spit drip down from your lips and onto his length, using the wetness to increase the speed of your hand movements.

“Does that feel good, Sannie?” you asked against your boyfriend’s ear, giving it a gentle lick, your hand refusing to slow down. He couldn’t even form words at this point; he was too consumed with pleasure. You suddenly slowed your hand down, using your thumb to rub against the sensitive area of his dick, just below the tip.

He jolted, letting out a soft moan, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Y-yes, baby, it feels really good…Please, don’t stop. I’m-aaah-already about to cum…”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, while exhaling some air out of your nose. You loved seeing your boyfriend in such a unraveled state; nothing turned you on quite like this.

“Cum for me, Sannie…Cum all over my hand like the good boy you are…” you encouraged, tightening your grip on his cock and moving your hand at an unforgiving pace, earning more moans from San.

San gasped, his voice hitching, “Baby..! I’m..!” Cum shot out of his dick in spurts, his legs trembling as he did so.

“Good boy…” You caught most of it inside your hand and brought it up to your lips, drinking down most of it, appreciating how warm it was as it slid down your throat.

San let out a whiny moan as he watched you, his dick hardening almost instantly. “You’re so hot, baby...so fucking hot…”

You chuckled softly, licking your lips. “I know,” you agreed, as you held up your cum-covered fingers to San’s lips, moaning yourself when he took them into his mouth, eagerly cleaning them without a second thought.

Once you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, you quietly admired each other, unable to think about anything else, except for all the things you wanted to do to each other.

San suddenly put his dick back into his pants and got down onto his knees in front of your seat. He looked at you with a serious gaze, his hands sliding up your thighs and underneath your skirt, his fingers hooking into the hem of your panties and sliding them down.

“It’s my turn, baby…” he informed you, licking his lips.

***

“There’s no one in here, love. No need to hide your pretty moans. Please, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel,” he murmured against your inner thigh, his fingers working in and out of your squelching cunt, while his glistening lips formed a small pout.

“B-but…what if we get caught?”

“Then we’ll have to find another movie theater to go to. Simple as that. Now let me hear your voice, angel.” And just like that, his mouth was glued onto your pussy, his tongue flicking quickly against your swollen clit, while adding a third finger into your tight hole.

You gripped his hair desperately, breathing heavily, unable to hold your moans back any longer. It felt too good; San always knew just how to work your body in a way that drove you crazy. Your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt him begin to pound your g-spot with all three fingers, your wetness gushing out of you at an alarming rate, soaking into the seat cushion below you.

“S-Sannie..! Fuck, I can’t! I’m…!” you cried out, tears threatening to leave your eyes, simply from the sheer amount of pleasure you were feeling, as well as from the possibility of getting caught.

“Uh-huh…” San murmured against you, his eyes focusing on yours above him. He sped up his movements, catching most of your cum in his mouth when it eventually squirted out of you. “You did so well for me, baby.” He rubbed your slit in a gentle manner, giving it a few kisses, one on your folds, one on your clit, and a few more on your inner thighs.

You relaxed your body against the seat, trying to catch your breath. “That felt so good...fuck…” you breathed out, wiping some sweat from your forehead.

You smiled down at San when he put your panties back on for you and smoothed out your skirt in a loving way. You both gazed into each other’s eyes for a while, until a coughing sound broke you out of your haze.

“Fuck!” you gasped, eyes almost bulging out of your head.

San quickly craned his neck to see what you were so scared of. He instantly stood up when he saw the theater employee standing by the entrance, along with a security guard that had his arms crossed across his wide chest.

“It’s time to go, baby,” San whispered, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the opposite side of the stairs at lightning speed, before dragging you out through the emergency exit doors, not stopping until you both had gotten to his car.

You both got into the car, gasping for air, as San sped out of the parking lot and onto the street. You stayed quiet for a while, until San broke the silence.

“So, did you like the movie?”

You both looked at each other, San giving you a pleased smile and you giving him a bewildered one. After a few seconds passed by, you both started laughing, only stopping when it was starting to hurt your sides.

You smacked San’s arm in a playful way, shaking your head, before answering his question in a serious tone, “Actually, yeah. It was pretty good.”

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[11:32] Shaky breaths left your lips and Mingi’s hands soothed along your trembling thighs. You caught sight of him in your hazy gaze, your juices glistening on his lips. Your arms reached out for him, pulling him closer.

The warm coastal breeze blew through the open window and across your hot skin as you pulled your new husband against your body, tasting yourself on his lips as he kissed you while slowly guiding his cock into you.

You let out moans against his lips until he pulled back just a little, leaning his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes as he rolled his hips into you in slow, smooth movements.

“God you feel so good,” he moaned.

You pulled him even closer in response, letting his name fall off your lips.

“Fuck, I just want to cum in you and keep coming.” He shifted his hips, drawing a gasp from your lips.

“Please,” you moaned, meeting his gaze, fingers tangling into his hair. You pulled his lips closer, letting them brush against yours. “I want it, please.”

Mingi kissed you again, his hand gripping at your waist more strongly as his hips started to move faster, snapping into you.

5k event, for anon

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bobastay · 1 year

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*sigh* are there any fanfics of mingi hitting it from the back

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bobastay · 1 year

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𝕬 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖀𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖎𝖉𝖘

'A Heart Caught Up in Tabloids'

Hongjoong x fem!reader

You're a club owner dating Hongjoong and when your relationship becomes the target of several tabloids, you break it off to protect him. But was it the right decision?

Song recs: 'LA FAMA' by ROSALÍA, 'All I Know So Far' by P!nk, 'off the table' by Ariana Grande, 'Be With You' by ATEEZ, 'coffee' by Miguel

Word Count: 9.4k

Genre: Smut (18+ minors DNI), Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), angst, slight violence, fights, breakup, reader dates a fictional character for a bit, negative self-talk, heightened dramatic scenes, mature themes, mentions of drugs and prostitution, alcohol use, degrading terms directed at the reader (slut, whore), involves fictional depictions of idol scandals and drama and how their companies deal with it, makeup sex, unprotected sex, oral/fingering (fem. receiving), praise kink, cum play, cum eating, slight marking, creampie, etc...

You hug your knees closer to your chest, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill down your face like the raindrops that glide down the glass, patio doors. Your head fills with the sound of Hongjoong shouting in the living room.

"I don't see why you're still upset. There shouldn't be a problem anymore if you took care of it like you said!" You hear him utter through gritted teeth. The voice on the other end of his phone is so furious that you can hear the gravel-like shrillness of it even through his bedroom door.

"We've already discussed this, it's out of the question." Your lip trembles as you shift on his bed, feeling the tension practically seep through the walls. "I'm not doing that."

The other voice grumbles another comment, and you jump at the sound of glass breaking not long after.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch!" Hongjoong yells. "I'm not breaking up with her! I'll be damned if I leave the best thing that has ever happened to me before I leave the fucking company that would have rotted into the ground if I hadn't walked through its door!"

You want to scream at him, beg for him to stop. You couldn't stand the thought of him throwing away everything he had worked for just for you. But this was the nth time you've put his dreams in danger...

You're the owner of a club best known for its front-page scandals. Previous owners had let the place become a playground for drug peddling, prostitution... things that idols wouldn't dare be involved in. But ever since you took over, you put an end to all of it, turning it back into a place where people can have a good time safely.

It was something that Honjoong respected about you. The two of you met when he snuck into your club one night and when people found him out, you helped him hide.

"I want to give my heart out to people, I really do..." He contemplated over the beers you were sharing with him in the dimly lit back room. "It's why I make music."

You nodded as you listened to him, taking a swig of your drink before licking your lips.

"But I don't want to lose it either, ya know? I don't want this business to take it away from me." You laugh at his conflicting statement.

"Well, you either keep it in your chest or you don't. You've got to decide..." Your eyes wander over to his face to see that he's been looking at you keenly. The heat radiating off of his gaze transfers across your cheeks.

He had his eye on you from the moment you pulled him out of the swarm of people and helped him find refuge. All of his feelings were made apparent within the sparkle of his dark eyes. He really did want to give his heart out to others... and at that moment he was giving it to you.

"Okay, I think I've decided." He whispers in a low voice, before leaning in to kiss you.

You never loved anyone like you loved him and Hongjoong never loved anyone like he loved you. Everything you had with him was something that some people only got to dream about. But ever since the tabloids caught news that you were his girlfriend, life had been a nightmare.

The company that Hongjoong's group was under despised you. Mostly because they had gotten call after call from some lowly journalist with the blackmail of rumors about you that would taint Hongjoong's career. And if they didn't get paid to shut it down it, it would be headlining every gossip magazine or website the next morning.

They tried to make you out to be as bad as the other owners of your club. That you are just as involved with the crimes that falsely continue to take place behind the scenes, that you slut yourself out to major investors... horrible claims filed one after the other. This time it got really bad with one of the tabloids threatening to publish that you had finally dragged Hongjoong into all of your supposed affairs. The company was absolutely furious over what your relationship was costing them. They wanted you gone, out of his life for good.

But you could care less about what they think. It was Hongjoong that was your only concern. You could never forgive yourself if you were the reason, he lost everything. Every day was starting to feel like another ball of anxiety to tackle. You didn't know what the company would do about him if he kept seeing you...

And it's this realization that makes you decide on your next move.

You flinch when the door opens and Hongjoong walks into the room as if he's stepping on eggshells. He lets a small smile crack through his pained expression. You let the tears finally fall at the sight of him.

"I'm- I'm sorry." You sob, burying your face in your hands.

"Hey! No, no, no..." He quickly goes to sit next to you on the bed, collecting you in his arms. "It's not your fault, baby."

He gently grabs your wrist to remove them from your face, looking into your eyes with his own, sad ones that betray the assuring smile painted on his lips.

"The company needs to know that there are certain boundaries that I have. Our relationship is one of them. I just had to be assertive, that's all." You look at him in disbelief.

"Joong, you broke some glass!" He sighs, knowing that there's truth to your statement.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry I let my anger control me while you were around, I promise..."

"I can't do this anymore..." You cut him off. He scans your face as if he's searching for what you could possibly mean.

"W-what?" He stammers, and your heart twinges at the lost look in his eyes.

"Can't you see that I'm the reason why everything with you, the company, and the tabloids... everything in your career, everything you've worked your ass off for... has gone to shit!? Joong, I'm your burden..."

"No! Don't you dare say that!" His eyes begin to water as he shakes his head. You cup his face in your hands, placing a bittersweet kiss to his lips through both of your tears.

"I don't want to hurt you, Joong. I'm scared it's only a matter of time before the company... is at its final straw with you." You swallow the lump in your throat, gathering yourself to say the next part of your tangent. "We're better off apart..."

With that, you get up off his bed to leave, the crispness of his blue, velvet comforter almost stinging beneath your fingertips. He runs after you, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

"Y/n... please. Don't do this. We can figure all of this out, we've done it before." You refuse to meet his gaze. His broken sobs are enough to make you want to stay. But you deny yourself, pulling away from his grasp.

"Yet it keeps happening, and it won't stop until I'm gone. You deserve to live your dreams without dealing with any of this bullshit." You sniffle out. For the first time, he's at a lost for words. Hongjoong, the man who loves pouring out his heart to people through all of the words he writes... finally has none to say.

I'll come back for my things in the morning... get some sleep." You tell him as you open the front door.

"Dammit, Y/n!" His cry of defeat makes you whip your head around. You immediately wish you hadn't. The tears that stain his cheeks make his beautiful face look cracked, resembling the glass he had shattered earlier. His smile he had worked so hard to muster in order to comfort you, to make it seem like it would all be okay for real this time, had finally failed.

"Please, don't go, baby..."

His pleads fall on your ears, numb to the emotion and truth behind them.

"I told you to keep it in your chest, Hongjoong," You mutter, regretfully. "And you should've listened."

And just like that, you're shutting his door behind you, taking everything off the table with you.

You bounce your legs nervously in the passenger seat.

"Do you uh... wanna come in?" The words that you had asked only moments ago were ringing inside your head. But the man beside you only smiled warmly, clashing with the cool jade-colored streaks in his dark hair.

"Sure!" Your date for the night, Jasper, replied shortly. You sigh in relief.

"Wonderful." You both get out of his car once he's pulled all the way into your driveway.

You weren't sure if you were in your right mind or not as you shakily handle your keys. Were you moving on too quickly?

You had no idea how you ended up here tonight with the charming boy. Jasper had become a regular at your club not long after your breakup and just when you had convinced yourself you should never fall for customers again... he had finally wooed you with his charm.

He officially asked you out last week and with ample time to think and encouragement from your girlfriends, you agreed. You were a nervous wreck the whole night, but luckily, he was a gentleman. He assured you that he found your clumsiness to be endearing.

You turn on the hallway light and he closes your front door behind him. He offers to take your coat as you shrug it off your shoulders, hanging it up on the rack beside him.

"Thank you." You say, blushing when you see the twinkle in his eyes behind his round glasses.

"My pleasure." He notes as you lead him further into the house.

"Sorry, I know it seems a little dreary in here with it being just me and all." You apologize as he follows you around the broad corridors.

"Are you kidding?!" He cups his hands around his mouth and bellows. "It's massive in here!" You giggle as his voice echoes off of the walls. You couldn't deny that being a club owner had its perks, the money being one of them.

"I hope you wouldn't mind me using your bathroom." He remarks, turning back to you. "But I understand if you want to keep your golden toilet spotless."

"Of course, I don't mind!" You snicker, pointing in its direction.

With that, he skips off. Honestly, how did a guy this polite find his way to your club full of rowdy attendants?

You let out a sigh of relief as you let yourself sink into your large couch. A few moments later, you hear the bathroom door opening and closing as Jasper comes around the corner and into the living room, lips raised up in a teasing smirk.

"Uh, I don't mean to intrude but I'm gonna assume this isn't a picture of you with your brother in there..." Your eyes go wide as you remember the photo in that bathroom of you and Hongjoong on a holiday together, lips locked in a kiss.

"Shit! I am so sorry." You quickly get up, attempting to make your way toward the bathroom so you can put the picture away. " I keep forgetting that's in there."

"It's no problem! But... there's not a Mr. around here I need to worry about, right." Your breath hitches when he catches you and spins you around by your waist to look at him. His tall, lean form hovers over you as his lips do the same inches away from yours...

"Cause... I don't mind that ya know? It's actually kind of a turn-on." He finally gifts you with a small peck. "Just give me a heads-up next time."

You can tell he's joking; he's always cutting up at the bar. You smack him on the shoulder in response.

"Easy there, this isn't a kdrama!" You scold him, to which he only chuckles.

"Are you sure? I just went on a date with one of the most loaded women in the city. Not to mention all of your fame from the scandals with..." His eyes go wide as he realizes what he's about to say. You know he doesn't mean any harm, but you can't help but let your heart sink. Even to this day, the tabloids still continue to talk of your split with Hongjoong. Everyone who has eyes and ears knows about the two of you.

"I'm... sorry. It was on my mind, and it just slipped out. It was totally out of line." He says, clearing his throat. You shake your head.

"It's okay. I'm not naive to the things people have read about me." His expression drops as he takes your hand.

"They shouldn't believe the things they read. Because you're much more than what those shithead interns write about you." He brings your knuckles to his lips and the old-fashioned gesture makes crimson tint your cheeks and under your eyes.

"You're just sweet talking." You tease. He lets out another deep chuckle as he pulls you down onto the couch with him.

"Don't believe me? I can show you if you want..." He says before locking his lips with yours.

"Oh wait, now I see. You were just saying that to get in my pants." You laugh when his hands come up to tickle your sides.

"Would you stop! I'm really trying not to be a total wreck in front of a gorgeous girl like you." Now it's his handsome features that are stained red.

"I know. I'm just messing with you." You give him a peck on the lips and curse yourself when you look into his eyes and start to see Hongjoong's...

In an instant, your mood changes and you scoot away from him. Your eyes grow cold and teary as they train onto the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I overstep, I'm sorry..." His hand comes up to stroke your arm, comfortingly. Again, you're reminded of Hongjoong.

"No, you didn't do anything. I'm sorry I just..." You decide that being honest is the right thing to do. "I... still think about him a lot."

A tense silence fills the air as you bite your lip, continuing to avoid his gaze. After a while, you hear him hum.

"That's totally normal, (Y/n). You don't have to be sorry for that." His assuring words make your lip tremble as you begin to feel tears spill over.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I invited you in if I was just going to cry over my ex..." He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm here for you. It's no easy business... having to let go of someone you love." His thumbs rub into your skin, soothingly. "Well, at least I assume you loved him."

You softly laugh at his joking comment.

"I did... I do."

"And that's completely fine. I take no offense." You look up at Jasper, sadly. He really was a nice guy and no matter how reassuring he was, you would always feel bad about dragging him into the mess that felt like your life right now.

"I really had fun tonight. You're a great guy, Jasper," Your hand comes up to meet one of his. "Maybe if it were any other time..."

"I understand," He says, yet he cranes his head down to rest it on your shoulder. "Could I... still stay here and hold you for the night? I just really like you. I'll let you talk to me... and I'll listen to every word you say."

His presence really does bring you comfort, drying your tears.

"Okay..." You agree, letting yourself sink into the bed with him. He does as he promised, listening and hanging on to your every word... as if he's going to write them down and use them for later. You stay like this until you both drift off the sleep.

The next morning you wake up, cradling one of the decorative pillows adorning your couch, still clad in your dress from last night. You hear shuffling beside you and turn to see Jasper with his back facing you. He's got his phone held up to his ear as if he's listening to something... but it's too quiet for you to hear.

"Jasp?" He yanks his phone away from his ear immediately, shutting it off.

"Oh, good morning. I didn't know you were awake." He laughs nervously before leaning down to kiss your forehead. You hum in content.

"I'm sorry you had to sleep like this last night." You say, referring to him in his dress clothes.

"Oh! Don't worry, it's no problem at all." He says, flashing you a half-smile. He gets up to nudge his shoes back onto his feet.

"I've gotta run, sorry I can't stay longer." You lift yourself up, fighting the slight stiffness in your neck.

"It's no problem! I'll walk you out." You tell him.

You watch him get in his car from your front door, waving him goodbye. Once you're back inside, you feel a slight tinge of satisfaction with how things went between you... despite the part where you cried like a baby over Hongjoong.

You facepalm as you begin to worry about what he must think of you now. But at the same time, he did offer to willingly listen.

That's when you're pulled out of your thoughts by the buzzing of your phone coming from the living room. You walk back over, curiously ogling at your screen. A frown washes over your face when you see the call is from an unknown number.

"Hello?" You ask when you go to answer it.

"(Y/n)... um, hi!" Your stomach drops at the familiar voice.

"Y-Yunho?" You can barely believe that you're speaking the name that you are right now, but make a mental not that you should save his number anyway.

"It's been a while! How have you been?" Hongjoong's fellow member asks you.

"Oh, um... I've been good! How about you?" You ask, shifting the weight between your feet awkwardly.

"I'm doing good too! Busy but good, thanks for asking!" When you and Hongjoong were dating, the other members welcomed you like family. Even after the breakup, they all stayed in touch with you, and you were thankful that they didn't let it change the way they saw you. The boys were some of the nicest people you knew, always being supportive of the two of you through everything.

It was always nice to have someone from outside of all the chaos by your side.

Still, there's an unusual awkward silence when he finishes. You clear your throat as you try to make up your mind on what to say next.

"Um, so what's been going on?" You ask.

"Well, I wanted to ask you a favor..." He started, pausing as if he's waiting for you to say something already.

"Shoot." You say. Seemingly relieved, he continues on.

"Are you busy tonight?" You cock your head to the side in confusion.

"Uh... I was thinking about stopping by the club later to check on everything, but I've gotta plenty of people holding it down tonight." You can almost feel his breath hitch on the other line.

"Why?" You ask him.

"Our... comeback party is going to be later this evening. If you don't have anything planned... the guys and I would love it if you came!" He manages to get out. Your thoughts begin to run wild.

"Yunho... does Hongjoong know you're inviting me to this?" There's another pause before he sighs.

"(Y/n), I'm really sorry about this being so last minute... You deserved to have an official invitation mailed to you and everything. After all, you were pretty much a part of this album."

You feel your lips go up in a weak smile as a memory comes to your mind. All the sleepless nights you spent with Hongjoong in the studio were some of the best. You saw many of the seeds planted for these songs from your seat in his lap as he played them for you, distracting himself by showering you in kisses just to hear you giggle.

"I promise you I wouldn't have called if I didn't think he needed you right this very minute. Hell, he's needed you this whole time (Y/n)." Yunho continues.

"Is he... okay?" You bring yourself to ask. The sigh that he responds with gives you all the answers you need.

"God no, (Y/n)..." He responds anyway. "He's far from it. He tries to hide it the best he can, but he's not fooling anyone."

That sounds like your Hongjoong, alright. You start to feel the familiar sting of tears at the corner of your eye as regret washes over you.

"I'm sorry, Yun... I never wanted things to turn out the way they did." Is all you can say before having to cut your own broken voice off.

"I know you didn't. No one blames you, not even Hongjoong," You falter when his name finally comes out. "But... if he could see you tonight I promise you it would bring him back."

"Yunho, I don't think that's a good idea," You utter through your top teeth as they bite down on your bottom lip. "With the cameras and..."

"I'll take care of that. You don't have to worry, I'll get security to keep the tabloids out and only our approved press will be allowed in."

"A-are you sure?" You sniffle.

"Yes, I promise. Please, (Y/n). You can even bring a date for all I care and really give him the message that he needs to suck it up and move on." He laughs.

You crack a smile back, knowing deep down you would love to see him again despite all sense of logic that you had screaming at you not to. You would just have to push it to the side and tell yourself it was just for one night...

"Okay... I'll be there, probably with a date. I don't think I can go in alone, you know."

"I understand, thank you so much, (Y/n). Everyone will be happy to see you again." He graces.

"Well... probably just you and the other boys. The company, not so much." You chuckle.

"Don't worry about them, its us who have the final say over the guest list!" he triumphs. "Thanks again, (Y/n). I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, take care." You let out a huff, wondering what further mess you had gotten yourself into.

"Thank you so much for doing this again." You say to Jasper, who is sitting next to you as the car you rented pulls up to the venue. You would have never thought he would agree to this after you basically blew him off last night. He flashes you his charming smile, moving his hand on top of yours.

"Of course, I knew you couldn't stay away from me." He snickers.

You smile at his banter as the driver gets out, opening the door. You tip him and bid him good night until he has to pick you up again. You look back over at Jasper, who has his mouth wide open at the display before him. Fans and paparazzi are lined up and down the street surrounding the entrance. There's stunning blue carpet and lights lining the steps up to the marvelous company building where a banner of ATEEZ's new album cover drapes over the doors. You smirk at your date's expression.

What's the matter?" You tease, linking your arm through his. "Haven't you ever been to a party before?"

"Can't say I've been to one like this, it's huge!" He marvels as the two of you follow the crowd of guests up the stairs. You put in extra effort to keep your head down and hide behind Jasper's tall form when you can. You know it's merely impossible to avoid everyone at an event like this, but the least you can do is steer clear of those with cameras.

When you arrive at the door, you tell the guard your name while referring to Jasper as your plus one, and you're granted entrance. You can't help but sigh in relief as the blasting music fills your ears in the lobby that's been turned into a party room.

"I would have thought this place had put a restraining order on me." You say, only half-jokingly.

"That bad, huh?" Jasper asks. That's when your eyes pan over to some of the familiar staff members going around greeting the guests. All you do is nod as you swallow down a lump in your throat, leading Jasper away from them and toward the bar. He kindly pulls out a chair for you before sitting down himself. You beckon the bartender over who quickly whips up what you both select on the menu. Your first sip of the drink burns going down as someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn to see a familiar and very welcoming face.

"Jongho!" You yelp in delight, hopping down from your barstool to hug him.

"Hi, (Y/n)! Glad you could make it!" The youngest member of Hongjoong's group hugs you back. Jasper nervously takes one more swig of his drink before stepping down as well, clearing his throat. You quickly take this as a sign to introduce him.

"Oh, this is Jasper. He's um... my date." Jongho awkwardly nods, shaking Jasper's extended hand.

"Nice to meet you, congratulations on the comeback!" Jasper says excitedly, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Ah, thanks! Appreciate you being here too!" Jongho responds.

"Jongho! You're on soon!" Another recognizable staff member comes over to collect the man in front of you. You avoid their icy gaze as Jongho wishes you both goodbye before being ushered away.

Downing the rest of your drink, you lead Jasper over to the dance floor, where people are simply mingling at the moment.

"He seems nice, good to see an old friend?" He asks you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Of course, I really miss them," You say. "But you seemed pretty thrilled to see him yourself, are you a fan?"

"Uh, well you know. I've heard a few songs..." Jasper mutters. You let out a snort.

"Aha! So now I know the real reason why you wanted to date me!" You giggle.

"Shh, you know that's not true!" He shushes you, still laughing along with you.

There's about another half hour or so before the opening ceremony starts and you happily run into a few people you've met at your club before, glad to have someone to socialize with in a place where most people already know each other. Jasper oddly enough runs into someone he's familiar with too. He excuses himself to talk to them as you chat with your own peers. That's when everyone's attention is called up to the front and cheers are being shouted as ATEEZ takes the stage.

"What's up, everyone!?" You recognize San's voice even though you can't see him as you attempt to hoist yourself up on your toes. You hear the boys continue to speak, thanking the crowd for coming and everything, as you try to push past the tall people in front of you. Luckily, they let you by, not realizing the height difference... unluckily, you yourself didn't realize how close to the front you actually were.

That's when you lock eyes with Hongjoong the moment he takes the mic. The feeling is so intimidating and surreal... like his deep, brown eyes are boring right into you as if he's standing inches away from your face. You can practically feel, smell, and taste him all over again. Except he's on stage and you're just an audience member this time... and that's when you realize it's simply the memory of him that you're feeling right now.

"We've got some great new songs coming out for you tonight." His voice over the speaker pulls you out of your thoughts, but his eyes are still on you.

"Some very special people were a part of this comeback," Hongjoong says, sentiment lacing the tone of his voice. "I hope you enjoy."

Applause erupts all around you as the first song on the album begins its premiere. The roar of sound intensifies the twisting in your stomach as you stumble away from the dance floor, where people have begun to move to the music. It's like fighting your way through a crowd at your club, which you've done a million times, so why does it feel like you're about to be swallowed up? You feel someone grab your arm and turn to see Jasper.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks, concern written all over his face. You allow yourself to give him a faint smile before just explaining that you need to go to the bathroom. He leaves you to your own devices as you quickly strut down a corridor connecting to the lobby. Much to your relief, the women's restroom is only a few steps away.

You quickly lean against the counter, catching your breath. Unfortunately, you don't have much time before a loud group of drunk girls is bombarding the place. You quickly make your way into one of the stalls to hide away.

"My God! Please tell me you guys saw her!" The girls take over the counter, making themselves at home as they lean in to fix their makeup in the mirror.

"Poor thing looks so pathetic ever since Hongjoong kicked her to the curb!" Your heart sinks at the girl's comment.

"I wonder how she even got past security. What a desperate whore."

"I'm surprised she's not more busy jacking off the next big associate for her run-down club!"

You wipe a tear that you can't stop from spilling over as their laughter jeers into your ears. Your mind goes numb, unaware of the buzzing coming from your phone in your purse. Then you notice all of the girls pulling out their phones as well, painted red lips left a gap.

"Well, speak of the devil..." You furrow your brow in confusion, frantically reaching for your own phone. Your stomach drops at the news notification.

'Breaking: New Audio Tape Leaked from Club-Owner Ex of ATEEZ's Hongjoong' the headline reads.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I invited you in if I was just going to cry over my ex..." You hear your own weepy voice come from the other side of the stall. Everything you told Jasper last night, all of your private feelings, are there for the world to hear now. And it hurt more than any rumor that anyone could ever make up about you.

And it hurt, even more, realizing that this is what Jasper was listening to on his phone this morning...

You push the stall door open, ignoring the surprised exclamations of the girls as you rush past them. You run down the hallway, face flushed and hot from the tears running down from your eyes. The sight before you when you get back to the lobby sends a dreadful feeling down your spine.

Every face is lit up by a phone screen, either laughing mockingly or gasping in surprise. You ignore the people that recognize you when you walk by them, despite how they jester to you like you're some kind of circus attraction. You finally find Jasper in the crowd and your blood boils.

You storm up to him, not caring who is watching.

Hell, you can't even deny it anymore, the whole city has been watching you this whole time. You could take the rumors, the bullying, the slander. Until Hongjoong was dragged into it, you saw it as nothing but worthless attempts by a bunch of people miserable with their own lives to cut you down, someone who built yourself from the ground up, someone willing to take on what others never can. But to have someone that you trusted give away something so personal to you... that's where you couldn't take it anymore.

So... you might as well give everyone a show if that's what they really want.

"How fucking could you?" You yell, knowing the crowd is starting to circle around the two of you. You fully expected Jasper to sneer back at you like all the tabloid hustlers do. You figured that's who he secretly was this whole time. But he just stumbled back while letting out a shaky breath.

"(Y/n)... I'm so sorry. Listen, my brother convinced me to do it. He said we would make some extra cash and..."

"Well, your brother is a pig just like you!" You spit. He reaches for your shoulder, but you quickly step away from his grasp.

"I didn't know they would leak it right now!" You scoff at him.

"Oh... so you're just sorry you got caught." That's when you grab a drink from a tray held by a waiter standing near you and throw it right in his face, enticing surprised sounds from everyone.

"I hope it was worth it, asshole..." You say, defeated. The gasps and flash of phones from the crowd only fuel your fury as you stomp out of the building.

At least now you know you had some part in the next big headline about you.

With shaking fingers, you squeeze your pillow further into your chest. It hadn't fully hit you what you had done until you got back home. You're sure the video of the scene you had previously made was making its way around social media as you spoke, which is why you left your phone in the living room, long forgotten.

You suddenly realized that you had just done all that in Hongjoong's company building... at his group's party. You had probably just ruined the entire night... or even everything for him. After all that work you put in to make sure you never got in the way of his dreams, you still fucked it all up.

You allow yourself to let out a sob from deep within your chest, not fully registering the rain that had suddenly started to hammer against your bedroom window.

And you also almost didn't hear the pounding at your door. You chose to ignore it, figuring it might be some type of reporter that wanted to get the full scoop of tonight's events. It's not the first time this has happened but fortunately enough, they normally get tired and go away.

But the knocking persists. You sigh and get up to run them off, making a mental note that it's time to invest in some security measures.

"What the fuck could you possibly want..." You begin to rant as you swing the door open. You immediately silence yourself as you realize Hongjoong's dripping figure is in front of you.

"(Y/n)..." He whispers, almost pleadingly. You freeze, but then quickly gather yourself as you usher him inside. You check to make sure there isn't anyone else lurking before slamming the door behind you.

"What are you doing here? Are you crazy?" But all he does is wrap you in his soaking embrace, making you shiver as his wet clothes come in contact with your dry skin.

"I'm so sorry. That should have never happened to you." He says with his lips pressed right by your ear.

"Hongjoong, please. You shouldn't be here right now." You try to pry his arms off of you but it's no use. You end up giving in, burying your tear-stained face in his shoulder. You let him stroke your hair as all the emotions of the night finally exhaust you, making you further collapse into him.

"I'm really sorry," You sniffle out. "I didn't mean to ruin everything..."

"Hey, hey. You didn't do anything. It was... that idiot. I made sure security got his ass right away." He pulls you away by your shoulders to look at you, to which you continue to look into his eyes, apologetically. It's no surprise that he knows exactly what's on your mind.

"You don't have to explain anything. Don't worry, I'm not here for that." He assures you. You just nod, looking down at his suit as it continues to drip rainwater all over your floor.

"Jeez, Joong. You're going to get sick like this! Let me run you a bath." With that, you're leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. He lets a sheepish grin take a hold of his face.

"I missed you calling me that." Your face flushes, bringing heat to your icy cheeks.

"We'll talk about this in the morning..." You remark, guiding him into your connected bathroom. You turn the warm water on in your bathtub, pulling out a robe and towel for him before leaving him be.

You sit on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest but mentally kick yourself for letting him stay. If he hadn't shown up in the rain, you would have turned him away, but you knew you couldn't do that while he was in this state.

The sound of buzzing pulls you out of your contemplation. You look over to the source of the noise, confused as you remember your phone is still in the living room. But then you see that it's Hongjoong's phone. He must have left it on your nightstand when you were getting the bath ready.

You pick it up, skimming through all the notifications and your heart sinks when you see that they are all either text messages or missed phone calls. He must have walked out of the party...

That's when a particular message catches your eye.

'Look at you! Proud of you for standing up for your girl! It's about time someone in the industry says something...'

Furrowing your brow in curiosity, you open his search engine and quickly type in 'Hongjoong ATEEZ' to which you are greeted with several videos. You click on the first one, turning the volume down when it starts off with the sound of a loud crowd.

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Everything goes silent and your heart begins to pound as the person recording pans over to Hongjoong on the stage from tonight. The video had to have been taken only minutes after you had walked out.

"Cut the music!" The music from the new album pauses and you can feel the thick tension as if you are there yourself in that moment waiting for Hongjoong's next words.

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves, you know? (Y/n) is a human being... you all disgust me. You sit here and pick her apart as you buy into one tabloid after another and then when you finally see the truth... how hurt she really is, you still laugh at her? How would you feel if someone treated every detail of your personal life like it was just something to laugh about?" There's a pause with a couple remarks from the audience before he continues.

"I didn't get into this business for this. I thought this is what I loved... but it took everything I really loved from me." He looks behind him at his stunned members.

"I'm sorry... I've got some things to take care of. I'll see guys later." He addressed the boys as if the crowd isn't even there anymore... like they weren't the ones who owed the goodbye to. With that, he's placing the mic back on the stand and there's further commotion as he jumps off the stage, dodging some staff members before he takes off from the building.

Without thinking, your grip tightens around his phone and you barge into the bathroom. The water swishes around the tub as Hongjoong jumps at the sound of your entrance.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You yell, holding up the video for him to see.

"Gosh, I'm glad we're back in the talking stage but... do I have to remind you that coming in without knocking isn't a part of that?" He jokes.

"Why would you say all of that? The company is going to have your head for it!" You ignore his banter.

"(Y/n) do you really think I care about what the company has to say right now?"

"You should! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what? They fire me? And I finally get to do what I really love which is be with you?"

For a while, there is only silence as you let his statement wash over you. You sigh, letting your arm holding up his phone fall to your side.

"Joong..."

"(Y/n), come here." He pats the side of the tub, and you drag your heavy limbs over to sit on the edge. You do your best to hide your blush as his bare, toned form comes more into view... despite you having seen it plenty of times before. He lets his wet, but warm hand fall into your lap to grab your own.

"When will you see that You aren't a burden to me. You aren't what is getting in the way of my dream... you are my dream. You're everything that is important to me."

"But the night in the club, you said you wanted to give your heart out to people through your music..." You say faintly, to which he squeezes your hand.

"That was a different time, my love..." You feel your breath hitch at the name. "Sure, I still share my heart through the music I write, but you're the one who's really had it all this time. Even when we were apart, I thought of you every single moment in and out of the studio..."

He pulls your hand over to his lips and you finally look at him.

"I love you, (Y/n). And I want to do what I love for the people I love. For the boys, the fans, and you. Please don't let the rest of the world ruin what we created again."

That's when you finally accept the truth that you refused to see because your fear of hurting Hongjoong got in the way. It was the nastiness of the world, envious of the beautiful and rare love you two had, that was destroying him, not you.

"Okay, Hongjoong, I love you too." You say, a smile of relief cracking through your tired expression. He moves to sit on his knees so he can reach up and stroke your cheek.

"You seem like you could use a warm bath too." He comments, winking up at you. You giggle, but before you know it, your breath is caught in your throat as his fingers trace to the back of your neck to undo the clasp of your dress. His eyes never leave yours as you feel him pull the zipper down, cool air hitting your exposed back.

"By the way... you looked beautiful tonight." He notes, with a lustful rasp tinting his voice. You briefly get up to let the dress fall into a pool at your ankles, quickly discarding your matching undergarments soon after. All while Hongjoong is watching you with his hungry, yet loving gaze.

You sit back down on the edge of the tub, this time with your legs dipping into the water. Hongjoong hastily makes his way between them, letting his hands run up and down your sides as he pulls you in for a kiss. You can't help the whimper that breaks your voice as the familiar softness of his lips on yours takes over your senses after so long.

"God, I missed you baby." Hongjoong groans against you, sending waves of arousal straight to your core. He moves to latch his lips onto your neck before letting his tongue glide freely up the skin. You buck into him, moaning when your wet cunt brushes against his cock, which is now growing harder.

"Joong, please touch me..." You plead as you card your fingers through your hair while he continues to suck on your neck. You shiver as you feel him smirk against you.

"Whatever my baby wants." With that, his kiss ventures further down your body. He pays special attention to your chest, sucking dark marks into your collarbone before pushing your breasts together and taking both of your nipples into his mouth at the same time.

"Mmm, yes!" You cry out, shamelessly as he happily delves back into territory he's explored before. One of your hands travels to the hair at the nape of his neck, slightly tugging when you feel his fingers caress the skin of the sides of your breast, sucking you deeper into his mouth, already sending you into overdrive.

He soon lets go with a resonating pop before continuing to ravage you, this time pressing harsher kisses down your stomach.

"Tell me, princess..." He utters as he stops just below your bellybutton and right above where you need him the most. "Did you miss me? Miss me touching you like this?"

You bite your lips as he scoots away to grab one of your ankles before pressing a kiss to the inside of it. You watch with lidded eyes as his lips travel further up your leg before stopping again at your inner thigh. He looks back up at you, waiting for your answer. You realize he won't continue unless you respond to him.

"Yes, Joongie... missed it so fucking much." You whimper, your hips rising to get closer to his face. He flashes you a smile before placing both of your thighs over his shoulders.

"Okay baby, hang tight." He finally lets his mouth hover over your core, his hot breath fanning against you makes you whine as you steady yourself by gripping the tub at either side of you. Your head becomes foggy at the first swipe of his tongue up your folds.

"Joong!" You moan, throwing your head back as he wastes no time in latching his lips onto your clit, moaning as your taste floods his tongue again. He grips your thighs, pulling them tighter around his head as he dives further into you. You can't help but start to grind against his tongue a little, pleasure taking over your mind. Every single worry you have slips away as they begin to be replaced with only thoughts of the man currently devouring you like he's been starved for ages.

"Baby, fuck! Don't stop!" Your grip tightens around the tub as he starts to lap circles around your clit. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and Hongjoong can feel it too, sensing the movement of your walls clenching around nothing.

"Good girl, cum on my tongue for me. You can do it." His words and a few more laps of his tongue are all you need to fall over the edge. You let out one last breathy moan as he guides your shaking legs down from his shoulders, finally pulling you into the tub with him.

The water has a slight chill now but the warmth of Hongjoong's body makes up for it. You gather his lips back up in a kiss, tasting yourself on him as you straddle his lap. He pulls you as close as he can to him before letting his hands wonder down to squeeze your ass, making you moan into him.

Being with him like this after so long should feel strange, but it's like you two never left each other. It felt good just being able to pick up where you left off. You pull away to look into his eyes and you're met with his wide grin.

"What is it, my love?" He coos, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face.

"You still need to wash up." You tease, making him chuckle. The air becomes thick with overbearing sweetness. Hongjoong drops his lusty act as he runs shampoo through your hair, then wiping away the messy tear stains from the night as he washed your face, placing a kiss on each of your cheeks. Finally, he's messaging your body with some wash, making all the tension in your muscles fade away.

You gladly return the favor, keening when he leans his head back and close his eyes as you run warm water through his scalp with the shower head.

"Thanks for taking care of me, princess..." He whispers in a soft tone.

"I should be thanking you." You giggle, but then you tense up when you scoot closer to him, making your folds brush against his hard cock again. You both groan and his hands go flying to your hips.

"Sorry... got caught up in everything." You apologize. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips to your temple.

"It's alright, baby. I could wait on you for centuries..." He coos. You shake your head.

"I'm not gonna make you wait a second more, Joong." With that, you start grinding your hips on him as you place the shower head back behind you. His head immediately lulls back against the tub as his grip on your hips tightens.

"Fuck, baby..." He moans before you reach down and guide his cock into you. You begin to bounce up and down his length, ignoring the movement of the water it makes. Hongjoong sits up more, wrapping his arms around you to be close with you once again. You moan as the angle makes his tip message your sweet spot with each movement of your hips, but you want to focus on making him feel good. So you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, pouring out all of the love that you never stopped feeling for him.

"I missed you so much," He whispers against your lips. "Please don't ever leave again..."

His words tug at your heart so you kiss his forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere ever again, Joong." You vow.

"We'll figure everything out, don't worry. I'll talk to the company again if you want me to, I know that's what you..." You shush him, hugging him to your chest.

"Don't worry about that, baby. Just feel good right now, okay?" He hums, nuzzling closer to your breasts. He takes to opportunity to suck on one of your nipples again, making you clench around him.

"Oh, fuck!" He cries out, so you do it again for him.

"I love you so fucking much, (Y/n). So fucking tight..." He slurs, letting pleasure overtake him.

"I love you too, baby. Shhh, you're doing so well." His hold tightens on you even more at your praises. With a few more bounces, he comes undone inside of you. He cranes his neck up to kiss you again, moaning into your mouth as he rides out his high.

You keep up the pace you've set, combing your your fingers through his damp hair. When he's finished he settles you down onto his lap by splaying his hands over your thighs. He thanks you by adorning your lips in a series of loving pecks.

"Come on, let's get out of here." After one last kiss you get up off of his lap, climbing out of the tub with him following behind you.

Between kisses and giggles you both dry each other off with soft towels. He wraps one around your shoulders, pulling you to him so he can nuzzle his nose into yours. But the insatiable look returns to his eyes...

Before you know it, he's scooping you up in his arms as you yelp in surprise. He carries you out of the bathroom and over to your bed before laying you down gently.

"Hongjoong! What are you..." you go silent as he sits beside you on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs apart. You both stare in awe as you watch some of his cum gush out of you.

"Fuck, that's the hottest thing..." Hongjoong groans, dipping a finger into your entrance.

"Joong!" You jump at his touch, reminding you of how sensitive you still are. But it's short lived as he spreads the mix of your arousals across your clit, and your body begins to buzz with pleasure again. Hongjoong leans down right beside your ear as he continues to rub your clit, building up the knot in your core again.

"You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you, baby." He breathes before taking the shell of your ear in between his teeth and moving two fingers to be inside you. The room fills with the wet sound of his fingers pounding your cunt, making you cry out.

"Will you be a good girl and let me give you more of my cum?" He muses. That's when you turn your head to see his lap where his cock is already hard and ready to go again, the sight of him dripping out of you doing just the job for him. You go to respond but the pads of his fingers rub up against your sweet spot while his thumb finds your clit, so all you do is nod.

He takes his hand away, but not before gathering a bit of the mixed essences on his fingertips. He sends you a dark look as he guides his fingers over to your lips.

"Open." He commands, simply. You let your lips part, welcoming his fingers in, and moan as the taste of his cum, as well as yours, washes over your tongue.

"Mmm, what a good girl." He praises, before taking his fingers out and replacing it with his tongue, sighing into you when he also gets a taste.

"What would the tabloids think if they knew you were such a dirty girl for me?" Hongjoong teases as he presses his forehead against yours. "Why don't we tell them and give them something to really talk about, huh?"

You can't help but moan at his words, to which he responds with that signature sexy laugh of his.

"Come here, pretty girl, you're so cold. Let me warm you up..." He pulls back the covers so you can get under them. You lie back down on your pillow as he climbs on top of you, pulling the duvet back over the two of you. You're so relaxed and warm between the soft sheets and Hongjoong's body that his cock slips easily back into you. The two of you moan, arms wrapping around each other, desperate to be as close to one another as possible after countless moments apart.

He doesn't hold back at all, beginning right off with deep strokes into you, determined to make up for all the lost time. You wrap your legs around him, raking your nails down his back as every thrust brings you closer to bliss.

"I love you, Hongjoong." You gasp out, overwhelmed by the love in the room.

"Shh, baby I love you too." One of his hands sneaks down to grab one of your thighs wrapped around him while the other supports his weight as it rests above your head, stroking your hair.

"You have my heart. I'm not gonna let you run off with it ever again." He says, before leaning in to kiss you. You shake your head, assuring him that it's something he wouldn't ever have to worry about again.

You let yourself drown in his presence, focusing on every stroke of his cock against your drenched walls while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear and showers you with kisses. It doesn't take much more than that to get you to cum for him again, calling out his name through the euphoria.

"Fuck, baby. Good job..." He praises you when he feels you clench around him. With a few more thrusts into your tightness, you feel the familiar warmness of his cum filling you up again. He moans into your neck, making sure to give you every last drop of him before pulling out with one last sweet kiss to your lips.

He quickly gathers you in his arms, still set on being close to you as if you'll slip away from him any moment. You latch onto him as if the same thing will happen with him as well.

But then he kisses your forehead and whispers...

"We're gonna be okay, you and I."

And you know it's true.

Hi all! I'm sorry for going MIA for the past couple of months! I'm trying to get back into writing while school is winding down and everything and I'm also trying to get my account working normally if tumblr will let me ;-; If I can't, I might make another new one but in the meantime I thought I would post this fic I started working on a while ago which was requested by @whatudowhennooneseesyou :) Thank you! Please reblog, comment, and interact if you liked this!

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