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The dorm was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator when Mingyu stood in the kitchen staring at his phone screen, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
Seungyoun’s latest story showed Wonwoo laughing with his head tilted back, Seungyoun’s arm slung casually around his shoulders, the two of them looking far too comfortable in the dim studio light.
Mingyu had seen too many of these lately, late nights turning into early mornings, inside jokes that Mingyu only caught fragments of through group chats, relaxed smiles that used to belong only to him.
He knew it was stupid, childish even, but the burn in his chest wouldn’t ease no matter how much he tried to rationalize it. Wonwoo was his boyfriend of three years, his partner through every exhausting schedule and quiet night, yet here he was feeling this possessive fire over simple photos.
The door clicked open and Wonwoo stepped inside, hoodie half-zipped, hair messy from the cool night wind outside. He kicked off his shoes with a tired sigh and glanced toward the kitchen, offering that familiar soft smile. “Hey Gyu, you’re back early,” he said, voice low and warm like always, but Mingyu didn’t return the smile this time.
“Yeah, finished fast. You weren’t here,” he replied, setting the phone down harder than necessary so the sound echoed sharply in the quiet space. Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, catching the edge in his tone immediately.
“I was with Seungyoun working on that track I told you about. Time got away from us like it always does when we get in the zone.” “Working,” Mingyu repeated, the word coming out sharp and bitter. “Looked like more than working in those stories he keeps posting.”
Wonwoo paused, studying him for a long moment before a small knowing smile tugged at his lips. “Are you jealous, Gyu?” The question hung heavy between them and something inside Mingyu finally snapped.
He crossed the room in three long strides, crowding Wonwoo back against the wall with his taller, broader frame. One large hand braced beside Wonwoo’s head while the other gripped his waist hard enough to feel the warmth of his skin through the thin hoodie. “Yeah I am,” Mingyu growled, voice dropping into that low dangerous register.
“You’ve been with him almost every night this week, laughing at his jokes, letting him touch you like that. You’re mine, Wonwoo. Or did you forget?” Wonwoo’s breath hitched visibly but instead of pulling away his eyes darkened with clear heat and anticipation. “I didn’t forget. But if you’re this worked up maybe you should remind me who I belong to.”
That was all the permission Mingyu needed. His mouth crashed down on Wonwoo’s in a bruising kiss, rough and demanding with no gentle buildup tonight. His tongue pushed past soft lips claiming every inch, teeth nipping hard enough to draw a surprised gasp that melted quickly into a moan.
Wonwoo kissed back just as fiercely, fingers curling tight into Mingyu’s shirt pulling him closer as if he couldn’t get enough. “Bedroom. Now,” Mingyu muttered against his swollen lips, already dragging him down the hallway by the wrist. They barely made it through the door before Mingyu shoved him onto the bed.
Wonwoo landed on his back propping himself up on his elbows watching with hooded eyes as Mingyu stripped off his own shirt revealing the hard earned definition of his chest and abs. “Strip. Slowly. Let me watch every second,” Mingyu ordered, voice thick with need.
Wonwoo smirked but obeyed, peeling off his hoodie and t-shirt first, revealing miles of pale smooth skin that Mingyu loved marking up. His jeans followed next then the boxers until he lay completely exposed cock already half-hard and curving against his stomach under Mingyu’s intense stare.
Mingyu freed his own thick heavy cock stroking it once as he climbed onto the bed knees bracketing Wonwoo’s hips. He grabbed both of Wonwoo’s wrists pinning them above his head with one large hand.
“Look at you already getting hard just from me being pissed off. You like it when I get possessive like this don’t you?” “Maybe,” Wonwoo breathed out arching his hips up to rub their cocks together teasingly. “Maybe I let Seungyoun get that close just to see you snap and fuck me stupid.”
The teasing admission ignited fresh fire in Mingyu’s veins. He growled deep in his throat and bit down hard on the side of Wonwoo’s neck sucking a dark possessive mark into the pale skin. “Fuck Gyu—” Wonwoo hissed hips jerking involuntarily at the sharp pleasure-pain.
“You’re going to regret teasing me like that tonight,” Mingyu promised darkly.
He flipped Wonwoo onto his stomach yanking the last bits of clothing away completely and bringing his palm down in a sharp loud smack against one firm ass cheek. The sound echoed obscenely. Wonwoo moaned loud and pushed back for more. “Count them.” “One… two—ah—three…”
Mingyu kept going alternating cheeks until he reached ten leaving the skin flushed a deep pink that he soothed with rough palms before spreading those cheeks wide.
His thumb pressed against the tight rim teasing for a moment then pushing in. “You’re mine,” he repeated voice rough. “Say it louder.” “I’m yours only yours Mingyu please,” Wonwoo gasped out. Mingyu slicked three fingers generously this time and pushed them in deep scissoring roughly curling them hard against that sensitive prostate until Wonwoo was shaking and leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath him.
When he finally pulled his fingers free Wonwoo let out a needy whine at the sudden emptiness. “On your knees now.” Wonwoo scrambled up quickly ass raised high face pressed into the mattress. Mingyu lined up his thick cock and slammed in to the hilt in one powerful thrust. “Shit Gyu you’re so big—” Wonwoo cried out fingers fisting the sheets tight.
Mingyu gave him no time to adjust gripping those marked hips hard enough to bruise and pounding into him with relentless force skin slapping loudly against skin with every deep thrust. “Take it. Take every fucking inch. This is what you get for making me jealous over him.” “Harder please don’t stop—” Wonwoo moaned pushing back to meet every brutal snap of Mingyu’s hips.
Mingyu reached around wrapping a big hand around Wonwoo’s leaking cock stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts. “You think Seungyoun could fuck you like this? Make you moan like this?” “No only you fuck only you Mingyu—” “Good boy. So fucking good for me.” Mingyu leaned down biting sharply into Wonwoo’s shoulder leaving another dark mark as he drove in even deeper.
Sweat slicked their bodies the room filled with the wet obscene sounds of their fucking and Wonwoo’s broken moans. Mingyu suddenly pulled out flipping Wonwoo onto his back again hooking those long legs over his broad shoulders and thrusting back inside folding him nearly in half.
The new angle hit perfectly making Wonwoo shout eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Look at me,” Mingyu demanded not slowing his punishing rhythm. Wonwoo forced his gaze to meet Mingyu’s glassy and desperate. “I love you,” Mingyu said suddenly voice rough but filled with sincerity even in the middle of the roughness. “Don’t ever forget that no matter who you hang out with.” “Love you too ah I’m so close—” “Come for me then. Come on my cock.”
Mingyu stroked him faster thumb pressing over the sensitive head and Wonwoo came hard spilling over his fist and his own stomach hole clenching rhythmically around Mingyu. Mingyu followed right after burying himself as deep as possible and flooding Wonwoo with pulse after pulse of hot cum grinding through the aftershocks to draw out every sensation.
They collapsed together breathing hard and heavy. Mingyu stayed buried inside for a long moment pressing softer kisses along the fresh marks on Wonwoo’s neck the contrast gentle and caring after everything. “Too much?” he whispered eventually voice softening. Wonwoo shook his head with a lazy satisfied smile. “Perfect. But next time you get jealous maybe talk first before you wreck me completely.” Mingyu chuckled low nuzzling closer into his neck. “No promises baby.”
They stayed tangled like that for nearly an hour Mingyu’s fingers tracing lazy soothing patterns over Wonwoo’s back feeling the way his breathing evened out. The marks on his neck and hips were already darkening into clear visible claims and a possessive satisfaction mixed with the earlier unease settled in Mingyu’s chest.
“You really were just working with him right?” he asked quietly after a while. Wonwoo turned in his arms cupping Mingyu’s face gently with both hands. “Yes. Seungyoun is just a friend and a good producer. You’re the one I come home to every single night the one who gets to fuck me until I can’t walk straight and hold me like this after.”
The honest words stirred something warm and deep in Mingyu making his cock twitch again where it was still nestled inside. They talked softly for a long time about their packed schedules the pressures and how much they truly meant to each other the roughness always melting into this tender aftercare that kept them grounded.
Wonwoo even reminded him of their early days together when a jealous Mingyu had dragged him into a green room during tour and fucked him hard against the mirror forcing him to watch every inch disappearing inside him until he came screaming Mingyu’s name.
The shared memory made heat flicker between them again but they settled for slow lazy kisses and much needed sleep wrapped tightly around each other.
The next evening the whole group gathered for a rare team dinner at a private restaurant and Seungyoun had been invited as a guest because of the ongoing collaboration.
Mingyu made sure to sit right beside Wonwoo draping his arm possessively over the back of his chair the whole time. Conversation flowed easily around the table but when Seungyoun laughed telling stories about their late studio sessions saying “Wonwoo-hyung has the best ideas when he’s half-asleep we stayed until 3am bouncing ideas”
Mingyu’s hand tightened noticeably on Wonwoo’s shoulder. “Sounds fun,” Mingyu said his voice tight and controlled. “Maybe next time I’ll join you guys so I don’t miss out.” Seungyoun blinked clearly sensing the undercurrent but smiled politely. “Of course Mingyu-ya there’s always room for you.” Under the table Wonwoo squeezed his thigh in silent warning but the tension only grew when Seungyoun leaned in close to show Wonwoo some lyrics on his phone their heads nearly touching as they discussed changes.
Mingyu’s jealousy burned hotter than ever by the time they finally returned to the dorm. The door had barely clicked shut before he had Wonwoo pinned against it again hands already tugging at clothes. “You let him get that close again right in front of me.” “He was just showing me the lyrics Gyu,” Wonwoo protested breathlessly but his cock was already straining hard against his pants betraying how much the possessiveness affected him. “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine tonight and I’m going to make sure you feel it.”
Mingyu stripped him efficiently then retrieved their special box from under the bed pulling out a thick realistic dildo a powerful vibrating plug and a tight cock ring. “On the bed ass up like before.” Wonwoo positioned himself eagerly on all fours excitement and nervousness mixing in his expression.
Mingyu slicked the dildo generously working it into Wonwoo’s still sensitive hole inch by inch before fucking him with deep steady strokes while his free hand teased his heavy balls. “Think about me only me not him.” “Only you Gyu fuck it feels so good—” Wonwoo moaned loudly as the toy dragged perfectly over his prostate.
Mingyu edged him mercilessly for what felt like forever bringing him right to the brink again and again only to stop and slip the cock ring on tight denying release. He replaced the dildo with the vibrating plug turning it on high watching Wonwoo writhe and shake on the bed pushing back desperately.
“Beg for it properly.” “Please Gyu I can’t take it anymore let me come I need your real cock inside me filling me up please—” Mingyu finally gave in thrusting his own thick cock in hard replacing the plug’s vibrations with deep powerful strokes while the toy continued buzzing against them both. Wonwoo was a complete mess sobbing and moaning with overwhelming pleasure. Mingyu removed the ring at last letting him come hard clenching around him before filling him up again with another load.
They continued like that going round after round switching positions Mingyu taking him against the wall on his back in his lap whispering filthy possessive claims and words of love between every deep thrust and heated kiss.
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains when they woke still tangled together. Mingyu was already hard and he slid into Wonwoo from behind slow and deep savoring the tight heat. “Morning baby,” he murmured thrusting lazily grinding in circles. Wonwoo gasped awake pushing back immediately. “Don’t stop Gyu feels so good.” They fucked slowly at first for nearly an hour in bed enjoying every sensation before Mingyu got rougher again bending him over the kitchen counter during a half-hearted attempt at breakfast sliding back inside and coming deep while Wonwoo moaned his name.
The entire day blurred into a marathon of sex and intimacy whenever the mood struck. In the shower Mingyu pressed him against the wet tiles fucking him hard under the spray until water and cum mixed together. Later on the couch during a movie he pulled Wonwoo into his lap riding him reverse until they both came again. Quick desperate rounds happened in the practice room when no one else was around Mingyu covering his mouth to muffle the loud moans.
Each time was intense and claiming filled with dialogues like “You’re mine say it louder so I can hear it” and Wonwoo gasping back “I’m yours Kim Mingyu only yours fuck me harder right there don’t pull out.” By evening Wonwoo was thoroughly exhausted voice hoarse body covered in fresh marks and love bites legs shaky but his eyes were glowing with deep satisfaction and love.
They collapsed into bed together that final time Mingyu holding him close and tight stroking his hair gently. “I’ll work on the jealousy I promise. But I love you too much to share even your laughs sometimes it drives me crazy.” Wonwoo kissed him softly and slowly. “I love your intensity and how much you want me. Just talk to me first next time instead of letting it build up. And maybe we can invite Seungyoun over together properly so you can see there’s nothing to worry about.” Mingyu nodded pulling him even tighter against his chest. “Deal. I love you Wonwoo.”
Their bodies stayed pressed close the jealousy finally soothed and burned out by hours of rough passionate loving reaffirmation leaving them feeling closer and more connected than ever as sleep finally claimed them both in the quiet dorm.