Of skirts and stockings, for gdgdbaby
Title: Of skirts and stockings
Recipient: gdgdbaby
Pairing: Mino/Jinwoo
Rating: M
Warnings: kinda kinky
Summary: Mino can’t stop thinking about Kim Jinwoo and his butt wrapped in a black skirt.
Notes: I am sorry if this is kinda lame-ish and silly ^^;
That's not a skirt girl, that's a sawn-off shotgun
And I can only hope you've got it aimed at me
Song Mino has a problem.
Usually, he would just take care of everything that’s bugging him. Go for it, solve it as soon as possible, like his mother had taught him when he was young and bullies bothered him - “Song Mino, you know you can count on me but next time it should be you chasing those kids away” -, chin up and pride high and a confidence he sometimes has to pretend he have, nonetheless still going to beat it to the pulp and be victorious.
Usually, he would just go ahead, not caring about consequences, being the noisy and honest and warm-hearted Mino he always is.
But this kind of problem can’t be solved, not in a way it would not backfire and hurt him too in the process. It’s not something that depends entirely on him and that can just have a neat solution. It’s not like one of those scratches that heal in few days, the pain lasting only those few seconds you pull the plaster away. It’s more like a stinging ache at the base of your foot that only keeps increasing the more you walk, or those stags of pain you sometime have right in your chest, at every breathe. It’s a problem you can’t avoid, no matter what you try to do, no matter who you are.
The problem has a name and a face and a beautiful pair of eyes and lips and such a wonderful, chiselled butt - and Mino has to breathe hard as he thinks about it.
Its name is Kim Jinwoo and it’s kinda inevitable. A tornado that wrecks Mino from inside.
*
Mino groans in Jinwoo’s ear, his hand burrowed in his long hair as he bites his earlobe and licks the white skin. He gains a moan and Jinwoo’s fingers gripping his nape, and another thrust against his hard-on. Mino thinks this is perfect and almost chuckle in contentment when Jinwoo tilts his head and makes him enough room to let him kiss his neck. His hyung shivers when Mino wets and nibbles his skin and he says his name like he doesn’t know any other word in the world.
“Mino-ah”, his name mixed with moans and an evident need to feel him closer.
Mino let his hands go down and reach the hem of his skirt and then he slips his right one under the black fabric. He travels up to his erection, tightly constricted by the clothes. Mino rubs his fingers around it and Jinwoo screams, pleasure filling his lungs instead of oxygen as he cries out his name once again.
“Mino”.
He wakes up with Seungyoon calling his name.
“We need to get ready for our concert tonight”, the leader says, his nagging voice perfectly on point as he releases his arm from his grip. Then, he melts in a smile and giggles like the dork he always is. “Come on, don’t make the others wait”.
Mino can only nod and sits on his bed, unable to articulate something more proper. He ruffles his hair and sighs and damn, he can still feel Jinwoo under his hands and his moans ringing in his ears - and this is not ok at all.
They have a series of concerts in Japan, this month. They debuted with their first album 2014 S/S and Go up as title song and they’ve been sent here to make their first solo tour.
Mino feels a bulk of anxiety, excitement and sheer happiness converging right in his stomach and making him feel like he’s walking on clouds - one step and he could fall, another one and he could admire the scenery right under his feet without risks.
Along with all the emotions he should feel, the ones every member just has in his guts, Mino is submerged by this shattering wave of desire and need. Which is rather unpleasant. Unneeded. Upsetting. Anything but fine, really.
Every time Jinwoo rushes to their dressing room to get changed, Mino’s eyes follow him instinctively. He can’t help but linger as his hyung strips down his pants and slips in those black fishnet stockings, the thin fabric covering his muscled legs and wrapping his butt so perfectly that Mino wonders if god is trying to test him with that temptation.
He always looks away after a while, though, as he feels his breath catching in his throat and his mind going blank. His hands ball in fists, nails digging in his skin as he tries to go back to reality, to their concert and the performance he and Seunghoon (and Jinwoo) have to carry on.
He breathes deep several times until he calms down a bit. His palms are red for the signs his nails left.
When they’re on stage and the song flows and Mino raps his heart out, his eyes finds Jinwoo again. He’s fully dressed now, the wig swinging over his chest, his butt and thighs sheathed by a black skirt and big heels making him look taller and slimmer. Mino can feel his throat drying up as he folds his arm around his waist and tells everyone that he’s his woman.
Somewhere deep down inside, he asks himself what it would be like to be his man and how his body, way smaller than his, could fit in his arms.
(The last day of the tour, Mino sneaks inside the dressing room one last time to steal the clothes Jinwoo wore without telling the staff. There would be too much to explain and no good excuse for it anyway.
He’s more than upset when he finds out they aren’t there anymore. He goes back and forth in the closet, his hand skimming through all the outfits he and the others wore until few hours before, but only Jinwoo’s is missing)
*
Mino lives in the constant fear of being too much.
He’s not good at hiding his emotions for too long. His best weapon is that gummy smile of his, always plastered on his face till his cheeks hurts and he’s questioning himself whether he’s having fun or he’s just pretending to.
Lately, he’s lying way too much for his standards. His smile widens a tad more every time Jinwoo winds his arms around his chest and snuggles his nose in the crook of his neck, saying that hyung is hungry and someone should feed him, and Mino feels like one day he’ll just break without any possible way to mend the pieces again.
He leans in the hug Jinwoo gives him and lets his hands rest on his shoulder, palm flat on his back. He says that Seunghoon will cook something soon or he will order fried chicken just for him, if needed.
Mino knows Jinwoo is naturally touchy, but he can’t stop seeing more than he should in the way he curls his fingers around his waist and he exhales big puffs of air right on his neck, and how his lips flutters right above his collarbone as he keep speaking.
Mino is totally fucked up.
(His recurring dreams are of thighs and black shirts and stockings and he always wakes up with a darker mark on the front of his boxer)
*
“Did you eat well?”
Mino looks up from his bowl and swallows. He can’t really say to his hyung that he has his belly all knotted up for the simple fact that they’re alone in the dorm and he has cooked for him. He nods and grins. “You’re a good cook”.
“You’re just being nice, you left half of the soup”, Jinwoo points out and Mino shrugs his shoulders.
“You’re wrong, hyung, this is delicious”, he forces himself to eat another spoonful as he looks at him. This is so not him. Song Mino is famous for being the one in the group who could finish all the leftovers and still feel hungry, the one who sneaks in the kitchen at 3 AM in the morning (so that Seungyoon is surely sleeping) to just get a slice of kimchi and some sausages, and especially the one who would never get up from the table if he hasn’t eaten everything he can.
Jinwoo sighs and gets up, startling him, then heads to the kitchen. He hums from there “We even have a dessert” and gets back with a big bowl of tiramisu that could suffice for two.
“Let’s not dirt other plates, here”, he hands Mino a teaspoon and moves to sit on his lap. Mino jolts quite perceptibly when Jinwoo places himself on his thighs and starts eating from the bowl, leaving him enough room to take his share. Mino shifts and stretches his arm, half-hugging Jinwoo as his spoon digs in the tiramisu.
He can feel his heart beating furiously in his chest, the proximity of Jinwoo, his back pressed on his chest and his legs on his, being too much to handle. He eats without tasting anything.
Mino knows his hyung doesn’t have any boundaries, not because he means ill but because he’s clueless, but he thinks this is too way too much even for him. Jinwoo stirs in his lap and tilts his head to look at him and smile, cacao powder colouring his lips of brown, and Mino can’t hold it anymore. He jumps in his seat, making Jinwoo fall, and with a high-pitched “I have an upset stomach” he runs away.
(Mino clasps his hands on the edges of the basin and looks at himself in the mirror.
There have been times Jinwoo would slip under his duvet and wraps his limbs around his body, when he needed him to fall asleep; or times during daytime when he was too much, as he leaned on him or steadied himself using Mino as support, unaware of the effect he had on the latter.
There have been times Mino found him more than simply handsome, or pretty, or beautiful, and everything he wanted was to plant his lips on his skin and mark him until there was not one single white spot left, until his body screamed Song Mino’s property.
There have been (several) times Mino’s hand wounded around his cock and images flashed right before his eyes. Jinwoo’s lips were around his erection, sucking and nibbling, his head bobbing evenly. He was wearing the same outfit he had on stage, black shirt and black skirt and stockings Mino would gladly tore apart with his nails, pulling and pushing until he could reach the crack of his ass and plugs his finger inside him, making him moan around his cock for the pleasure.
Mino bites his lips and looks away)
When Mino leaves the bathroom, he’s pretty sure Jinwoo isn’t in the living room anymore. He has spent the last thirty minutes locked in there, mostly because he can’t bear to face him again and because this way his white lie would sound more reasonable.
He goes to his room and crawls on his bed. He tries to think about anything - things he has to do or lyrics he could write, people he will meet in the weekend and stuff he shouldn’t postpone like he punctually does - but he always comes back to Kim Jinwoo. Seriously, this is killing him. He thinks he’ll burst any time soon.
A knock at his door stops his train of thoughts. “It’s me”, Jinwoo sounds excited.
Mino ponders whether he should pretend he’s sleeping or feeling too sick to see anyone. “Come in”, he mutters in the end, mentally cursing himself.
He almost gags when he sees Jinwoo wearing the same wig and clothes he had for their Japanese tour. Mino tries to find some words to say but all he has is silence.
Jinwoo steps in and twirls, smiling like a child. “I was bored and I found this in my closet. Sometimes I miss those times. How do I look?”, he smirks and flutters his eyelashes and Mino is pretty sure there is mascara in there, and his guts twists inside him as Jinwoo poses cutely for him.
What has he done wrong in his life to have… this.
“You look heavenly good like you always do, hyung”, he spells, his eyes tracing the contours of his thighs, half-covered by the skirt. He wishes he could grab them and dig his fingers in the pale skin right under the fishnet stockings.
Jinwoo pouts, clearly unsatisfied with the lack of aegyo Mino is giving him today. He comes closer and leans down to touch Mino’s forehead, his hand brushing the skin under his fringe as he tries to see if he has a fever. Mino thinks he’ll get one if he keeps staring at him and be so close.
“You seem ok”, Jinwoo states.
Mino just nods and gulps when Jinwoo sits at the edge of the bed. He squeaks when Jinwoo falls on his back and places his head on his stomach. He looks at him from there, those doe eyes boring him as he slides his fingers on his chest and plays some unknown melody on his pecs.
“You know…”, his voice is even more childish now, as he slurs his words and draws circles on Mino. “I don’t think you were sick earlier”.
“I-“
Jinwoo pushes his hand on his stomach and smiles even more. “I might be slow but I’m not dumb”. Then he releases Mino from the pressure and props himself on his hands, to sit up again.
Mino is dumbfounded. “Then you…”
Jinwoo just smirks and Mino is suddenly aware - one-hundred percent, with every cell of his body - that the Jinwoo of his dreams is now in his room and they’re alone and he’s close enough to grip his wrist and pull him over himself. He does so, forgetful of all the mulling he did until few moments ago, and Jinwoo chuckles against his chest, when his arms wraps around him.
“So you’ve known all along… did you?”
Jinwoo raises one of his hands to play with his fringe, fingers brushing his skin lightly as he speaks. “I tried to test the water many times and I have to say it was funnier than I expected - you would never say no to one of my hugs, but your body betrayed you too many times”.
Mino runs his hands on his back, settling them on his hips. Realization sinks inside him steadily. “Then, it was you stealing these clothes from the dressing room, the last day of our tour. You’re way naughtier than I ever thought”, he sounds more amused than accusatory.
Jinwoo smirks again and places his hand on his cheek. “I just find it funny. Playing Rachel… can be liberating. No stuttering, no awkwardness, just pure sass”, he chuckles at his own joke and leans over to kiss him.
Mino plays along, gripping his hips harshly as he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against Jinwoo’s. He still tastes of tiramisu, coffee strong and bitter and intoxicating, and he takes his breath away rather quickly, hungrily.
“I-“, Mino stutters, as he draws back a little and finally understands that the person he tried so hard to stop daydreaming about is now on his lap, kissing his soul out of his body. And that there are so many doubts still urging him in the back of his mind, holding him in place. He kisses him again and shuts up his chaotic thoughts, unable to do anything else. Jinwoo nibbles his lips and lets out a moan when Mino sucks his tongue, pressing his body on his strongly and fiercely, and Mino takes this as an invitation to slip his hands on his butt.
He groans when Jinwoo replies with a thrust right between his legs, feeling his cock hardening under Jinwoo’s groin. He looks up at his eyes and bites his lips, unsure of what to say. Well, it’s not like there is any way to come back from this.
“You have no idea of how much I’ve wanted this”, he squeezes the buttocks in his hands, and Jinwoo winces and gasps for that, “but I guess I can show you”.
Jinwoo just laughs it off. “Show me, then. I’ve waited for you making the first move, but you’ve been sheepishly coward all this time... so I had to take care of it. But it’s your time to take care of me”.
Mino looks at him while a smug smile creases his lips - Kim Jinwoo is so much more than he ever expected, he must admit it, and he likes this turn of events way too much to not give in. “Sure, hyung”, he kisses him hardly, again, and this time he tries to take control over him, his hands stable on his ass and his hard-on grinding against Jinwoo, to be sure he’ll be more than breathless when they’ll stop kissing.
For Mino, this is the time to be the touchy one, as much as he pleases. He bites his mouth one last time, then lays his head in the pillow and watches Jinwoo’s flushed face, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wide with arousal, as his hands trails up his thighs and then slips under the skirt. “You’re gonna keep this”, he mumbles on his ear, licking the shell slowly, and Jinwoo just nods and mutters something he doesn’t catch. He hooks his fingers between the strands of the fishnet stockings and pulls, pulls till it snaps and breaks and he can have access to his skin.
“You’re not wearing any underwear”, he points out, his voice sounding too surprised for his liking, as he can’t hide his amazement. Jinwoo cracks a grin. “You’re way, way naughtier than I could ever imagine”, he could almost chuckle, if he weren’t overwhelmed by how Jinwoo looks beautiful with his cheeks painted in red and pink tones and how he fiercely rolls his hips again, to make him not forget that there are needs to satisfy before anything else.
His hyung smiles and Mino wonders how many other things he hides behind that apparently innocent face (and damn, maybe Seungyoon was right in suspecting Jinwoo so much), and he’s totally up to discover them in this road they’re taking together. Which is, more or less, a highway of heated skin right under his touch.
He pulls the stockings a little more, the fabric breaking under his hands, and cups his buttocks with a patience he didn’t know he could have. Jinwoo sighs and gets down to kiss him, teeth clashing against his lips as he tries to slip his tongue inside him, and Mino circles his hole with his index, his thumb caressing the entrance gently.
“Fuck, you’re so - so slow, Mino”, Jinwoo complains against his mouth and that’s when Mino plugs his finger inside him.
“I am gonna take my time to fuck you, hyung. Whether you like it or not”, he dives and digs inside him, twisting and turning his digit until he reaches the right spot to make Jinwoo squirm right over him. He’s exhilarated by how noisy he can be with just one finger - two, now - up his ass. Jinwoo is always too honest in his reactions (when he’s not playing Rachel the mastermind) and he groans at loud while Mino fingers him.
He lets out a whine when he feels Mino drawing back and rushes to unzip his pants, slapping Mino’s hands away, a small smile on his face when he finally tugs his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out free. Jinwoo’s hands winds around the shaft and he pumps him sharply, eagerly.
Mino looks at him placing himself right over his cock, the skirt way upper than where it was before, his erection obviously showing under the tight black leather, and the stockings ripped right at the joints of his thighs, and then he watches as Jinwoo engulfs the head at first and next, slowly, holding his breath, he gets down and welcomes his whole length inside him.
It is… hot. And tight. And everything Mino needed and dreamed and wanted in his life, right before today. And it doesn’t feel real at all, it can’t be, not in the first movements Jinwoo does, riding him, his hands clasped on his jeans as he goes up and down his shaft, grunting and cursing for how deep Mino can reach.
It - fucking - can’t be, but it is and Mino finds himself melting under the heat Jinwoo oozes and how perfectly he fits right around his cock, and how his cheeks burns and his eyes are shut and his lips smiles in a way they never did, content and ecstatic and probably already in heaven as he rides him.
It is... real. And Mino can’t hold himself anymore, he doesn’t even know how he could be so cool-minded until now, and he moves his hips, thrusting inside Jinwoo for the first time. He likes the reaction he gets, Jinwoo opening his eyes for a moment as a moan escapes his mouth, and he likes even more how he crumbles and falls when Mino does it again, his voice getting higher and his pants quicker.
Mino grips his hips and then pushes him on the mattress, turning them around. He’s hovering over Jinwoo now, and for a moment Jinwoo looks surprised, his face frozen in that expression that is his signature, mouth slightly opened as he wants to ask something but he doesn’t have the confidence to do so. Mino chuckles and finds its way to his hole again, and when he pushes inside him, Jinwoo cries out and grips his hair to pull him down in a heated kiss.
Mino lingers over his mouth and thrusts slowly, savouring every moment. He licks his neck and sucks it - Jinwoo complains that he’ll leave him a mark, but he doesn’t care, he keeps nibbling him till the skin is red - and he winds his hands around his thighs, spreading them further, as he lazily pushes inside him.
Jinwoo bites his lips - “You’re gonna drive me insane if you keep this pace” - and pants out his surprise, once again, when Mino slopes his back a bit, rising his hips to his waist.
“This way, I can get a glimpse right under your skirt - look at this pretty little fish caught in the net of some sick bastard”, he palms his erection, constricted by the stockings and the skirt, and Jinwoo doesn’t have any more breath to complain about his silly antics. Mino shoves inside him, then, stooping to kiss him back again as he rocks his hips in a rhythm that hastily grows wild and crazy.
He loses himself within Jinwoo - his arms circled right around his back, his length sheathed by him entirely, he can’t think of anything else but the pleasure building up in the pit of his stomach and threating to flood him and shock him from head to toe. He mumbles against Jinwoo’s skin and settles his head in the crook of his neck and pushes few last times, his hand still pressing against his hyung’s bulge.
Mino feels Jinwoo curl all over him and arch his back in one last cry as he comes and he follows him diligently, his cock squeezed between his walls as his orgasm reaches its peak and courses inside him in a wave of overjoyed, mind-blowing destruction. He falls over Jinwoo, his body limp as he can’t quite focus on anything but how his lungs hurt for the lack of oxygen and how good Jinwoo feels right against him.
Jinwoo speaks first, his thumb caressing Mino’s forehead as he talks: “I’m gonna wear skirts more often from now on”.
Mino chuckles, still breathless. “Please do so”. He looks up to Jinwoo and flashes a smile. “And lingerie too. And pretty black stockings to rip, with nothing else on. And maybe even a maid outfit…”
“You’re such a pervert”, Jinwoo sighs. “No wonder I couldn’t resist and play with you”. Mino nudges his neck and Jinwoo speaks more tenderly. “In this, we’ve match perfectly”.
*
Mino has a problem.
One he can’t really solve or fight, no matter how much his reason tries to, because he’s the first one to have caused it and there is too much self-destructing pleasure while he lingers in that static situation that he can’t really look away and run from it.
That problem is Kim Jinwoo and his fucking, unstoppable libido. He’s like a tornado, wrecking Mino in all the possible, unreasonable ways.
Recipient: gdgdbaby
Pairing: Mino/Jinwoo
Rating: M
Warnings: kinda kinky
Summary: Mino can’t stop thinking about Kim Jinwoo and his butt wrapped in a black skirt.
Notes: I am sorry if this is kinda lame-ish and silly ^^;
That's not a skirt girl, that's a sawn-off shotgun
And I can only hope you've got it aimed at me
Song Mino has a problem.
Usually, he would just take care of everything that’s bugging him. Go for it, solve it as soon as possible, like his mother had taught him when he was young and bullies bothered him - “Song Mino, you know you can count on me but next time it should be you chasing those kids away” -, chin up and pride high and a confidence he sometimes has to pretend he have, nonetheless still going to beat it to the pulp and be victorious.
Usually, he would just go ahead, not caring about consequences, being the noisy and honest and warm-hearted Mino he always is.
But this kind of problem can’t be solved, not in a way it would not backfire and hurt him too in the process. It’s not something that depends entirely on him and that can just have a neat solution. It’s not like one of those scratches that heal in few days, the pain lasting only those few seconds you pull the plaster away. It’s more like a stinging ache at the base of your foot that only keeps increasing the more you walk, or those stags of pain you sometime have right in your chest, at every breathe. It’s a problem you can’t avoid, no matter what you try to do, no matter who you are.
The problem has a name and a face and a beautiful pair of eyes and lips and such a wonderful, chiselled butt - and Mino has to breathe hard as he thinks about it.
Its name is Kim Jinwoo and it’s kinda inevitable. A tornado that wrecks Mino from inside.
*
Mino groans in Jinwoo’s ear, his hand burrowed in his long hair as he bites his earlobe and licks the white skin. He gains a moan and Jinwoo’s fingers gripping his nape, and another thrust against his hard-on. Mino thinks this is perfect and almost chuckle in contentment when Jinwoo tilts his head and makes him enough room to let him kiss his neck. His hyung shivers when Mino wets and nibbles his skin and he says his name like he doesn’t know any other word in the world.
“Mino-ah”, his name mixed with moans and an evident need to feel him closer.
Mino let his hands go down and reach the hem of his skirt and then he slips his right one under the black fabric. He travels up to his erection, tightly constricted by the clothes. Mino rubs his fingers around it and Jinwoo screams, pleasure filling his lungs instead of oxygen as he cries out his name once again.
“Mino”.
He wakes up with Seungyoon calling his name.
“We need to get ready for our concert tonight”, the leader says, his nagging voice perfectly on point as he releases his arm from his grip. Then, he melts in a smile and giggles like the dork he always is. “Come on, don’t make the others wait”.
Mino can only nod and sits on his bed, unable to articulate something more proper. He ruffles his hair and sighs and damn, he can still feel Jinwoo under his hands and his moans ringing in his ears - and this is not ok at all.
They have a series of concerts in Japan, this month. They debuted with their first album 2014 S/S and Go up as title song and they’ve been sent here to make their first solo tour.
Mino feels a bulk of anxiety, excitement and sheer happiness converging right in his stomach and making him feel like he’s walking on clouds - one step and he could fall, another one and he could admire the scenery right under his feet without risks.
Along with all the emotions he should feel, the ones every member just has in his guts, Mino is submerged by this shattering wave of desire and need. Which is rather unpleasant. Unneeded. Upsetting. Anything but fine, really.
Every time Jinwoo rushes to their dressing room to get changed, Mino’s eyes follow him instinctively. He can’t help but linger as his hyung strips down his pants and slips in those black fishnet stockings, the thin fabric covering his muscled legs and wrapping his butt so perfectly that Mino wonders if god is trying to test him with that temptation.
He always looks away after a while, though, as he feels his breath catching in his throat and his mind going blank. His hands ball in fists, nails digging in his skin as he tries to go back to reality, to their concert and the performance he and Seunghoon (and Jinwoo) have to carry on.
He breathes deep several times until he calms down a bit. His palms are red for the signs his nails left.
When they’re on stage and the song flows and Mino raps his heart out, his eyes finds Jinwoo again. He’s fully dressed now, the wig swinging over his chest, his butt and thighs sheathed by a black skirt and big heels making him look taller and slimmer. Mino can feel his throat drying up as he folds his arm around his waist and tells everyone that he’s his woman.
Somewhere deep down inside, he asks himself what it would be like to be his man and how his body, way smaller than his, could fit in his arms.
(The last day of the tour, Mino sneaks inside the dressing room one last time to steal the clothes Jinwoo wore without telling the staff. There would be too much to explain and no good excuse for it anyway.
He’s more than upset when he finds out they aren’t there anymore. He goes back and forth in the closet, his hand skimming through all the outfits he and the others wore until few hours before, but only Jinwoo’s is missing)
*
Mino lives in the constant fear of being too much.
He’s not good at hiding his emotions for too long. His best weapon is that gummy smile of his, always plastered on his face till his cheeks hurts and he’s questioning himself whether he’s having fun or he’s just pretending to.
Lately, he’s lying way too much for his standards. His smile widens a tad more every time Jinwoo winds his arms around his chest and snuggles his nose in the crook of his neck, saying that hyung is hungry and someone should feed him, and Mino feels like one day he’ll just break without any possible way to mend the pieces again.
He leans in the hug Jinwoo gives him and lets his hands rest on his shoulder, palm flat on his back. He says that Seunghoon will cook something soon or he will order fried chicken just for him, if needed.
Mino knows Jinwoo is naturally touchy, but he can’t stop seeing more than he should in the way he curls his fingers around his waist and he exhales big puffs of air right on his neck, and how his lips flutters right above his collarbone as he keep speaking.
Mino is totally fucked up.
(His recurring dreams are of thighs and black shirts and stockings and he always wakes up with a darker mark on the front of his boxer)
*
“Did you eat well?”
Mino looks up from his bowl and swallows. He can’t really say to his hyung that he has his belly all knotted up for the simple fact that they’re alone in the dorm and he has cooked for him. He nods and grins. “You’re a good cook”.
“You’re just being nice, you left half of the soup”, Jinwoo points out and Mino shrugs his shoulders.
“You’re wrong, hyung, this is delicious”, he forces himself to eat another spoonful as he looks at him. This is so not him. Song Mino is famous for being the one in the group who could finish all the leftovers and still feel hungry, the one who sneaks in the kitchen at 3 AM in the morning (so that Seungyoon is surely sleeping) to just get a slice of kimchi and some sausages, and especially the one who would never get up from the table if he hasn’t eaten everything he can.
Jinwoo sighs and gets up, startling him, then heads to the kitchen. He hums from there “We even have a dessert” and gets back with a big bowl of tiramisu that could suffice for two.
“Let’s not dirt other plates, here”, he hands Mino a teaspoon and moves to sit on his lap. Mino jolts quite perceptibly when Jinwoo places himself on his thighs and starts eating from the bowl, leaving him enough room to take his share. Mino shifts and stretches his arm, half-hugging Jinwoo as his spoon digs in the tiramisu.
He can feel his heart beating furiously in his chest, the proximity of Jinwoo, his back pressed on his chest and his legs on his, being too much to handle. He eats without tasting anything.
Mino knows his hyung doesn’t have any boundaries, not because he means ill but because he’s clueless, but he thinks this is too way too much even for him. Jinwoo stirs in his lap and tilts his head to look at him and smile, cacao powder colouring his lips of brown, and Mino can’t hold it anymore. He jumps in his seat, making Jinwoo fall, and with a high-pitched “I have an upset stomach” he runs away.
(Mino clasps his hands on the edges of the basin and looks at himself in the mirror.
There have been times Jinwoo would slip under his duvet and wraps his limbs around his body, when he needed him to fall asleep; or times during daytime when he was too much, as he leaned on him or steadied himself using Mino as support, unaware of the effect he had on the latter.
There have been times Mino found him more than simply handsome, or pretty, or beautiful, and everything he wanted was to plant his lips on his skin and mark him until there was not one single white spot left, until his body screamed Song Mino’s property.
There have been (several) times Mino’s hand wounded around his cock and images flashed right before his eyes. Jinwoo’s lips were around his erection, sucking and nibbling, his head bobbing evenly. He was wearing the same outfit he had on stage, black shirt and black skirt and stockings Mino would gladly tore apart with his nails, pulling and pushing until he could reach the crack of his ass and plugs his finger inside him, making him moan around his cock for the pleasure.
Mino bites his lips and looks away)
When Mino leaves the bathroom, he’s pretty sure Jinwoo isn’t in the living room anymore. He has spent the last thirty minutes locked in there, mostly because he can’t bear to face him again and because this way his white lie would sound more reasonable.
He goes to his room and crawls on his bed. He tries to think about anything - things he has to do or lyrics he could write, people he will meet in the weekend and stuff he shouldn’t postpone like he punctually does - but he always comes back to Kim Jinwoo. Seriously, this is killing him. He thinks he’ll burst any time soon.
A knock at his door stops his train of thoughts. “It’s me”, Jinwoo sounds excited.
Mino ponders whether he should pretend he’s sleeping or feeling too sick to see anyone. “Come in”, he mutters in the end, mentally cursing himself.
He almost gags when he sees Jinwoo wearing the same wig and clothes he had for their Japanese tour. Mino tries to find some words to say but all he has is silence.
Jinwoo steps in and twirls, smiling like a child. “I was bored and I found this in my closet. Sometimes I miss those times. How do I look?”, he smirks and flutters his eyelashes and Mino is pretty sure there is mascara in there, and his guts twists inside him as Jinwoo poses cutely for him.
What has he done wrong in his life to have… this.
“You look heavenly good like you always do, hyung”, he spells, his eyes tracing the contours of his thighs, half-covered by the skirt. He wishes he could grab them and dig his fingers in the pale skin right under the fishnet stockings.
Jinwoo pouts, clearly unsatisfied with the lack of aegyo Mino is giving him today. He comes closer and leans down to touch Mino’s forehead, his hand brushing the skin under his fringe as he tries to see if he has a fever. Mino thinks he’ll get one if he keeps staring at him and be so close.
“You seem ok”, Jinwoo states.
Mino just nods and gulps when Jinwoo sits at the edge of the bed. He squeaks when Jinwoo falls on his back and places his head on his stomach. He looks at him from there, those doe eyes boring him as he slides his fingers on his chest and plays some unknown melody on his pecs.
“You know…”, his voice is even more childish now, as he slurs his words and draws circles on Mino. “I don’t think you were sick earlier”.
“I-“
Jinwoo pushes his hand on his stomach and smiles even more. “I might be slow but I’m not dumb”. Then he releases Mino from the pressure and props himself on his hands, to sit up again.
Mino is dumbfounded. “Then you…”
Jinwoo just smirks and Mino is suddenly aware - one-hundred percent, with every cell of his body - that the Jinwoo of his dreams is now in his room and they’re alone and he’s close enough to grip his wrist and pull him over himself. He does so, forgetful of all the mulling he did until few moments ago, and Jinwoo chuckles against his chest, when his arms wraps around him.
“So you’ve known all along… did you?”
Jinwoo raises one of his hands to play with his fringe, fingers brushing his skin lightly as he speaks. “I tried to test the water many times and I have to say it was funnier than I expected - you would never say no to one of my hugs, but your body betrayed you too many times”.
Mino runs his hands on his back, settling them on his hips. Realization sinks inside him steadily. “Then, it was you stealing these clothes from the dressing room, the last day of our tour. You’re way naughtier than I ever thought”, he sounds more amused than accusatory.
Jinwoo smirks again and places his hand on his cheek. “I just find it funny. Playing Rachel… can be liberating. No stuttering, no awkwardness, just pure sass”, he chuckles at his own joke and leans over to kiss him.
Mino plays along, gripping his hips harshly as he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against Jinwoo’s. He still tastes of tiramisu, coffee strong and bitter and intoxicating, and he takes his breath away rather quickly, hungrily.
“I-“, Mino stutters, as he draws back a little and finally understands that the person he tried so hard to stop daydreaming about is now on his lap, kissing his soul out of his body. And that there are so many doubts still urging him in the back of his mind, holding him in place. He kisses him again and shuts up his chaotic thoughts, unable to do anything else. Jinwoo nibbles his lips and lets out a moan when Mino sucks his tongue, pressing his body on his strongly and fiercely, and Mino takes this as an invitation to slip his hands on his butt.
He groans when Jinwoo replies with a thrust right between his legs, feeling his cock hardening under Jinwoo’s groin. He looks up at his eyes and bites his lips, unsure of what to say. Well, it’s not like there is any way to come back from this.
“You have no idea of how much I’ve wanted this”, he squeezes the buttocks in his hands, and Jinwoo winces and gasps for that, “but I guess I can show you”.
Jinwoo just laughs it off. “Show me, then. I’ve waited for you making the first move, but you’ve been sheepishly coward all this time... so I had to take care of it. But it’s your time to take care of me”.
Mino looks at him while a smug smile creases his lips - Kim Jinwoo is so much more than he ever expected, he must admit it, and he likes this turn of events way too much to not give in. “Sure, hyung”, he kisses him hardly, again, and this time he tries to take control over him, his hands stable on his ass and his hard-on grinding against Jinwoo, to be sure he’ll be more than breathless when they’ll stop kissing.
For Mino, this is the time to be the touchy one, as much as he pleases. He bites his mouth one last time, then lays his head in the pillow and watches Jinwoo’s flushed face, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wide with arousal, as his hands trails up his thighs and then slips under the skirt. “You’re gonna keep this”, he mumbles on his ear, licking the shell slowly, and Jinwoo just nods and mutters something he doesn’t catch. He hooks his fingers between the strands of the fishnet stockings and pulls, pulls till it snaps and breaks and he can have access to his skin.
“You’re not wearing any underwear”, he points out, his voice sounding too surprised for his liking, as he can’t hide his amazement. Jinwoo cracks a grin. “You’re way, way naughtier than I could ever imagine”, he could almost chuckle, if he weren’t overwhelmed by how Jinwoo looks beautiful with his cheeks painted in red and pink tones and how he fiercely rolls his hips again, to make him not forget that there are needs to satisfy before anything else.
His hyung smiles and Mino wonders how many other things he hides behind that apparently innocent face (and damn, maybe Seungyoon was right in suspecting Jinwoo so much), and he’s totally up to discover them in this road they’re taking together. Which is, more or less, a highway of heated skin right under his touch.
He pulls the stockings a little more, the fabric breaking under his hands, and cups his buttocks with a patience he didn’t know he could have. Jinwoo sighs and gets down to kiss him, teeth clashing against his lips as he tries to slip his tongue inside him, and Mino circles his hole with his index, his thumb caressing the entrance gently.
“Fuck, you’re so - so slow, Mino”, Jinwoo complains against his mouth and that’s when Mino plugs his finger inside him.
“I am gonna take my time to fuck you, hyung. Whether you like it or not”, he dives and digs inside him, twisting and turning his digit until he reaches the right spot to make Jinwoo squirm right over him. He’s exhilarated by how noisy he can be with just one finger - two, now - up his ass. Jinwoo is always too honest in his reactions (when he’s not playing Rachel the mastermind) and he groans at loud while Mino fingers him.
He lets out a whine when he feels Mino drawing back and rushes to unzip his pants, slapping Mino’s hands away, a small smile on his face when he finally tugs his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out free. Jinwoo’s hands winds around the shaft and he pumps him sharply, eagerly.
Mino looks at him placing himself right over his cock, the skirt way upper than where it was before, his erection obviously showing under the tight black leather, and the stockings ripped right at the joints of his thighs, and then he watches as Jinwoo engulfs the head at first and next, slowly, holding his breath, he gets down and welcomes his whole length inside him.
It is… hot. And tight. And everything Mino needed and dreamed and wanted in his life, right before today. And it doesn’t feel real at all, it can’t be, not in the first movements Jinwoo does, riding him, his hands clasped on his jeans as he goes up and down his shaft, grunting and cursing for how deep Mino can reach.
It - fucking - can’t be, but it is and Mino finds himself melting under the heat Jinwoo oozes and how perfectly he fits right around his cock, and how his cheeks burns and his eyes are shut and his lips smiles in a way they never did, content and ecstatic and probably already in heaven as he rides him.
It is... real. And Mino can’t hold himself anymore, he doesn’t even know how he could be so cool-minded until now, and he moves his hips, thrusting inside Jinwoo for the first time. He likes the reaction he gets, Jinwoo opening his eyes for a moment as a moan escapes his mouth, and he likes even more how he crumbles and falls when Mino does it again, his voice getting higher and his pants quicker.
Mino grips his hips and then pushes him on the mattress, turning them around. He’s hovering over Jinwoo now, and for a moment Jinwoo looks surprised, his face frozen in that expression that is his signature, mouth slightly opened as he wants to ask something but he doesn’t have the confidence to do so. Mino chuckles and finds its way to his hole again, and when he pushes inside him, Jinwoo cries out and grips his hair to pull him down in a heated kiss.
Mino lingers over his mouth and thrusts slowly, savouring every moment. He licks his neck and sucks it - Jinwoo complains that he’ll leave him a mark, but he doesn’t care, he keeps nibbling him till the skin is red - and he winds his hands around his thighs, spreading them further, as he lazily pushes inside him.
Jinwoo bites his lips - “You’re gonna drive me insane if you keep this pace” - and pants out his surprise, once again, when Mino slopes his back a bit, rising his hips to his waist.
“This way, I can get a glimpse right under your skirt - look at this pretty little fish caught in the net of some sick bastard”, he palms his erection, constricted by the stockings and the skirt, and Jinwoo doesn’t have any more breath to complain about his silly antics. Mino shoves inside him, then, stooping to kiss him back again as he rocks his hips in a rhythm that hastily grows wild and crazy.
He loses himself within Jinwoo - his arms circled right around his back, his length sheathed by him entirely, he can’t think of anything else but the pleasure building up in the pit of his stomach and threating to flood him and shock him from head to toe. He mumbles against Jinwoo’s skin and settles his head in the crook of his neck and pushes few last times, his hand still pressing against his hyung’s bulge.
Mino feels Jinwoo curl all over him and arch his back in one last cry as he comes and he follows him diligently, his cock squeezed between his walls as his orgasm reaches its peak and courses inside him in a wave of overjoyed, mind-blowing destruction. He falls over Jinwoo, his body limp as he can’t quite focus on anything but how his lungs hurt for the lack of oxygen and how good Jinwoo feels right against him.
Jinwoo speaks first, his thumb caressing Mino’s forehead as he talks: “I’m gonna wear skirts more often from now on”.
Mino chuckles, still breathless. “Please do so”. He looks up to Jinwoo and flashes a smile. “And lingerie too. And pretty black stockings to rip, with nothing else on. And maybe even a maid outfit…”
“You’re such a pervert”, Jinwoo sighs. “No wonder I couldn’t resist and play with you”. Mino nudges his neck and Jinwoo speaks more tenderly. “In this, we’ve match perfectly”.
*
Mino has a problem.
One he can’t really solve or fight, no matter how much his reason tries to, because he’s the first one to have caused it and there is too much self-destructing pleasure while he lingers in that static situation that he can’t really look away and run from it.
That problem is Kim Jinwoo and his fucking, unstoppable libido. He’s like a tornado, wrecking Mino in all the possible, unreasonable ways.