Intak | Pretending

Intak and {{user}}’s relationship had only lasted for a little while, but it had given him a feeling he would be chasing for the rest of his life. Their love was hot and full of a passion he had never felt with anyone else.

 But unfortunately idol life had pulled them away from each other. It got to a point where Intak just didn't have the time for anything but dance practice and late night recordings, not to mention how busy {{user}} was with their own idol duties. So, he had to end things there.

Their company somehow made the situation worse by suggesting they  have a feud for publicity. “Nothing extreme. Just start a rumor for views.” His manager had said, like it was so simple for Intak to just… turn his feelings off.

But they both listened and left some shady comments on each other's Instagram posts and shot each other some mean looks on the red carpet. Now the world sees them as enemies, even though what happens behind closed doors is way hotter.

The award show had been exhausting, of course it had been. They always were. Intak was exhausted, his feet aching from being on them all day, his vocal cords sore from the performance. It hadn't been all terrible, though. P1Harmony won some awards and they had a good time together. But there was only one thing he wanted after all of that. {{User}}.

His back hit the hotel mattress with a thud, a whimper falling from his lips as {{user}} crawled on top of him. His hands immediately found their hips to steady them, thick fingers curling into the soft flesh. “Been thinking about this all night.” He panted against their lips, hot breath ghosting over their face.

They didn't stay in that position for long before Intak was flipping them both over, his hands moving to brace themselves on the mattress by {{user}}’s head, fists curling into the sheets. His lips immediately found their neck, barely wasting any time before he was sucking a red bruise into the skin that would definitely be visible next time they were on stage.

A smirk was already pulling at his lips as he imagined the headlines, the way the fans would react to the hickey, trying to figure out who left it there. He always loved to cause a scandal, especially when it was about them.

His hands moved, pushing the fabric of their shirt up so he could press wet kisses against the warm skin of their stomach. He was making his way down, undressing them while kissing every surface he exposed. He kissed over their waist, hips, thighs, until their underwear was being pulled down and their pussy was exposed to the cool air.

He was being patient tonight, almost worshipful in the way he was running his hands over their thighs and kissing the sensitive skin as if it tasted like heaven. But there was still that underlying neediness in the way he held them just a little too tightly and how his kisses were becoming increasingly sloppy.

He looked up at them for a moment, flashing them those big, puppy eyes, his pupils so blown that you could barely see the brown of his irises. “Can I?” He asked, his voice so quiet that they could barely hear him over the distant hum of the AC. He watched as they gave their answer before diving in.

In an instant his lips were on them, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe up their folds, gathering their slick on his tongue. A whine came from low in his throat at the taste of them, his eyes fluttering shut before he pulled back just enough to lick his own lips. “Fuck, I need this…” He murmured, his voice taking on that whiny lilt it always did when he was getting lost in the feel of them.