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On the day of the shoot the Bad Alive Princess Dance Practice shoot the members are ecstatic over the theme. Winwin really knows how to start a conversation.
“How do I look?” Ten asks while spinning around cutely to make a show of his dress twirling, ending in a pose with his hip jolted out.
The members look up from their phones and spots at the dressing table to give him a once over.
“You’re kind of hot,” Hendery admits and gets hums of agreement.
Hot might be an understatement.
Yangyang thinks while eyeing Ten from his feet up his legs where white knee high socks cling to his sculpted yet slim legs. The exposed thigh leading to the end of the not too short blue dress, but puffy enough that if he bends a little his tiny black protective shorts are shown. He admires how the dress cinches in at Ten’s unbelievably small waist and the neck stooping low enough to expose his prominent collar bones.
But what really made the look is the almost-yellow blonde wig sat on his head. The bangs and waves almost contort his face to look softer around the edges. Yangyang thinks he could pass as a girl, if it wasn’t obvious he was wearing a wig.
A satisfied Ten sits on the couch in the dressing room and crosses his legs revealing even more of his thighs.
Yangyang tries not to let his mind wander as the rest of them get ready. He looks around at the other members and sees Kun and Winwin getting their makeup touched up.
They’re pretty too.
Bigger in stature than Ten, but pretty. All of them are. Constantly being surrounded by pretty people comes hand in hand with being an idol. So yeah. This is normal, Yangyang thinks.
As the members finish up they decide to take pictures while the styling is fresh, admiring the more exaggerated makeup they never get to try.
“Nice boobs,” Yangyang hears Xiaojun giggle out, as if he isn’t standing there with double d’s of his own. Which he happily reminds him about.
He gets the last laugh as Xiaojun walks away pointedly adjusting the mommy milkers.
“Hey baby come here!” It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out Ten is calling him from his spot in the corner where he was taking selfies. Pausing to type, grinning at whatever response he gets.
Ten has always been flirty. Whether it’s keeping his hands on you for too long, neck kisses, head nuzzling while obscenely calling you pet names. He’s just affectionate like that.
The WayV members are used to it. Sometimes even indulging in it. Who doesn’t need a good cuddle every once in a while?
Yangyang on the other hand, stubborn as ever, won’t put up with it.
“Stop calling me baby!”
Despite the protest he's still walking over as best as he can with the tight fish tail of a dress.
“But you are my baby Yangyang, why can’t you be my baby?” There’s an exaggerated pout on his face that you can basically hear dripping in his voice.
All the boy can do is roll his eyes and pose for the millions of pictures Ten takes. The contrast of their appearances almost taking him off guard. Ten as delicately pretty as a doll like he was made for this aesthetic, Yangyang with the cheap excuse of a wig on his head and sharp cutting features the makeup just exaggerates.
The shoot goes as well as it can with 7 hysterically laughing men in drag. The tea party is like any normal video shoot only they leave with sore throats from what Yangyang called speaking like Mickey Mouse the whole time.
During the actual dance practice Yangyang pretends to not be affected whenever Ten spins or does a particularly hard hitting move and the expanse of his thighs are exposed, choosing to look away entirely when he gets on the ground and the dress flies up completely.
The staff let them keep the costumes so they excitedly go back to the dorms in them after ordering food and plan to go to have a small Halloween get together with the Dreamies.
“You guys can go, I'm not feeling too well… my stomachs acting up,” Ten makes a show of rubbing over his still dress covered belly.
“Ya, I told you not to get extra cheese on that tteokbokki,” Kun scolds with an annoyed face, the wig and makeup still sitting prettily on his face only making him look cute though.
“Make sure to use the Febreze when you’re done!” Hendery laughs as Ten sticks his tongue out at Kun while he starts unlocking the door and the members pile out with their now less perfect looking ruffled wigs and smudged eye makeup.
After a good hour of them making a mess out of Dreams living room and them having an endless amount of jokes to tell about their costumes they decide to go annoy the 127 hyungs, not minding the short 5 minute walk from dorm to dorm.
As fun as that sounds to Yangyang and while he would like to see his newly acquired best friend Haechan, his thin shirt and even thinner but somehow tighter skirt is starting to become a problem.
So he heads back home before everyone else, especially tired.
Unlocking the door he immediately sheds off the skin tight skirt, slipping into some sweatpants and a plain white sleeveless tank.
On his way to the bathroom to remove his makeup he notices Ten’s Alice wig left stranded in the middle of the floor.
He goes to pick it up and notices a shirt way too big to be Tens in the short hallway to his room. That’s when he hears it, the absolutely loud whine coming from inside the room.
The door is a crack open letting a sliver of light shine into the dark hall, he peeks through it and-
oh.
The moaning is clearer as he can see where or rather who it’s coming from. Suddenly he’s not so sleepy anymore.
Ten, dress and knee high socks still on yet way more disheveled than last seen with his head down and ass up getting rammed into by none other than Johnny Suh.
Not feeling well my ass. He seems more than well.
Yangyang shouldn’t be watching this. He really shouldn’t but then Ten let’s out this almost cat like high pitched moan on a particularly hard thrust and he’s trapped, breath caught in his throat.
He sees the way Johnny’s abs clench while shining with sweat on each thrust, his hands being able to wrap almost entirely around Tens waist stopping him from moving up the bed with the amount of force of how he drills into him from behind.
Ten seems completely gone, face gone pink from blushing and tears almost falling from his closed in pleasure eyes. Hands clutching the bedsheet like his life depends on it. Yangyang can’t see where their bodies connect with the Alice dress blocking it but he can hear the most obscene squelching sound over the slap of skin on skin with each thrust.
Jesus, how much lube did they fucking use?
Then Johnny moves one of his hands from his waist to underneath the dress where their bodies connect and his arm is moving at an unforgiving pace. Ten loses it.
“ Johnny fuck ‘m gonna cum, shit shit shit,” There’s a string of high pitched uh-uh-uh’ s. But then Johnny stops completely and Ten whines.
“Fucking asshole , I was almost there,” With no bite to the words being said, the most out of breath and high pitched Yangyang has ever heard Ten sound.
“Mhm exactly why I stopped,” The muscular man halts his slowed thrusting to wrap an arm around Tens chest and sits him back on his lap sending him as deep into him as seemingly possible.
“Nngh,” Tens eyes roll into the back of his head, instinctively grinding down on his cock with skilled hips making it that much deeper.
Johnny turns his head to the side and kisses him as he lets Ten grind back onto him.There’s instantly tongue against tongue adding to the already there wet sounds in the room.
Yangyangs dick is already so hard it’s almost painful. He doesn’t remember grabbing a hold of it but his hand is there squeezing with just enough pressure to make his head feel dizzy.
Before his brain even catches what’ll happen next Johnny starts thrusting up hard and fast breaking the kiss. He grabs a handful of black hair causings Ten to almost go cross eyed with his head leaning back on Johnny’s shoulder, letting fucked out whines escape him not at all caring about noise. Sounding like on a porn star level. Not the ones you can watch for free either.
It’s only when Johnny’s hand is back under his dress somehow moving faster than before that Yangyang realizes how fucked up what he’s doing is and silently creeps back words and bolts to his room, making sure to gently close the door.
He didn’t miss the whines getting increasingly louder on his way there as he laid in his bed and immediately pulls his sweats down.
He fucks his leaking cock into his hand. Ten’s moans replaying in his head, the wet noises coming from in between his legs, Johnny’s muscles rippling as he drives himself into what can only be the warmest slickest hole. “‘m gonna cum” echoing over and over is what sends him over the edge way too quick, twisting his wrist on his slick head and spilling out on his toned abs and knuckles.
Fuck.
“I’m so fucked,” he tells himself with his clean hand over his eyes, post nut clarity barreling at him fast, mentally preparing himself to get up and clean himself off.
How is he gonna face Ten after this?