𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕥 𝕄𝕖

Look At Me

This OneShot contains:
Raw and Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Crying during Sex, Praise and Degradation (don't worry, it's all consented), Belly bulge, Rimming, Hand job, Teasing, Manhandling.

DISCLAIMER ‼️
This writing is pure PURE fiction. I do not mean to sexualize or imply that any of this has happened in real life. Neither am I trying to associate these characters with the irl people. Yet if it still makes you uncomfortable, please leave.

Thank you for reading.

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Enjoy :3

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Jisung didn't know when something so supposedly subtle had started making him lose his mind. He didn't realise how many times in the past hours, since they had been on set, had he nearly lost his shit and wanted so badly to jump on his boyfriend. His overly hot, pretty boyfriend that looked at him like that.

Looked at him like there was nothing else in this world when it was him, staring at his every move with those eyes that never gave way to what he was thinking. So hazy, unreadable yet tantalising. And whenever their eyes would meet, Minho would flash that gentle smirk. The muscles in his cheek flexing and a slight tilt of his head. God.

You can't blame Jisung for wanting to drag Minho to the nearest bathroom or closet just to drop on his knees and beg that he does something- at this point, everything- to him till he's nothing but a dumb cockslut.

Well- he was already a slut, to be honest. He just wanted to be a fucked dumb slut.

Like right now.

Now; when Minho was leaning against a table, his hip jutted out against the corner. Just staring at him as he flitted around with Seungmin on his back. He could see the elder through his peripheral vision, smiling as he observed no one but Jisung.

Hell, this was driving him insane.

Jisung turned towards his hyung, immediately meeting sharp, slim eyes. Paired with the softest of smiles as Minho realised he had been caught, again.

Han smiled back, winking jokingly and dramatically. He relished the chuckle that raked through Minho's body, visible from the distance. The grin on his lips grew wider even when he turned away to respond to the manager that had started speaking to him.

Yet the younger man stared for a bit more, hoisting Seungmin higher on his back. Finally turning away to carry the boy to the leader, who stood the talking to Hyunjin and Felix, his arm around Changbin's wide shoulders.

"...weeks. Can you believe it?" Chan was saying, as he shakes Changbin violently, "An entire week. Like god, FINALLY!"

Felix was grinning his sunshine grin and repeated, "An entire week. Wow- that literally sounds like a dream. I can already think of everything I'm gonna do, omg."

  "Still, we deserve more." Hyunjin whined, arms crossed. "Please, hyungs, bargain with 'em. A week sounds like too much but not enoooough."

Changbin smiled, shaking his head at the youngsters, "We are on a tight schedule, Hyun. Too much to do but not enough time." Seungmin, who was still clinging to Jisung, slid off. Pulling the slightly older man's hair while doing so. Han yelped, rubbing his scalp and turning to glare at the offender.