reader pegging channie in alice from genshin. also could you include mommy kink, bc we all know what he said about her
written | alice in the studio
pairing: chan x f!reader
genre: smut
warnings: smut, use of mommy, cosplay (alice from genshin), strap on, pegging
word count: 1.8k
masterlist: Masterpost | Special EP
The studio door clicks shut, sealing out the rest of the world and leaving only the hum of the air conditioning and the frantic beat of Chan’s heart. He was expecting a visit, he's been in a studio too long he knows it but he wasn’t expecting this.
You stand in the center of the room, dressed as the Teyvat sorceress he’s been enamored with since her design first leaked. The crimson and white dress hugs your curves perfectly, the gold accents gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The oversized, pointed hat sits cocked at an angle over your pale blonde wig, and the prosthetic elf ears poke out, adding a touch of the ethereal to your mischievous grin.
Chan’s breath hitches. He is frozen, his hand still hovering over the MIDI controller. His gaze travels from the hem of your skirt up to the red-tinted contacts that make your eyes look like burning embers.
"Oh, Channie," you chirp, your voice lilted with the same eccentric, teasing energy Alice is known for. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost…"
Chan finally finds his voice, though it is an octave higher than usual. "You... you actually did it. You look exactly like her." He feels the heat crawling up his neck, staining his ears a deep, frantic pink. "It’s... it's a lot."
You move with a cat-like grace, closing the distance between you. Your gloved hands come up to rest on his shoulders. You can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he shudders under your touch.
"Don't you like it?" you whisper, leaning in until the tip of your nose brushes against his. "You keep talking about Alice with Stay. Does she live up to the hype?"
Chan swallows hard, his eyes darting across your face. "Too much. You’re being a tease."
"A tease? No, Channie, I'm just being true to character. And I like to play with my favorite toys," you murmur, your thumbs tracing the line of his collarbone. You lean closer, your breath warm against his ear. "And we both know what you said about her, don't we? About her being mommy?"
Chan’s eyes blow wide, a soft groan escaping his throat as he finally slumps back into his chair, his strength failing him. He looks up at you, "You're being mean," he breathes.
"I'm being fun," you correct with a sharp, beautiful smile. "It's what I do. Now, Channie... do you want to play a real game? Why don't you go get your special toy for me? The one we talked about."
His gaze drops to your waist, imagining the harness that will soon be strapped over the intricate red fabric of your cosplay. He doesn't argue. He moves like he is in a trance, retrieving the bag from his desk drawer.
Minutes later, the room feels smaller, the air thicker. You stand before him, the strap-on securely in place, its weight a grounding presence. Chan is on his knees, his hands resting tentatively on your thighs, his face level with the toy.
"Look at me, Channie," you command, your voice dropping into a lower, more authoritative register.
He blinks up at you, his eyes hazy and unfocused. He looks completely out of it, he looks small beneath you, submissive and eager.
"Such a good boy," you coo, running your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. "Show me how much you want it."
Chan needs no further instruction. His lips part, his breath hitching as he leans forward. His mouth wraps around the bulbous head of the toy, his tongue swirling around the tip with a desperate, hungry devotion. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, his cheeks flushing darker as he begins to suck, the wet sound filling the quiet studio.
You watch him, a sense of satisfaction bubbling in your chest. His movements becoming more heratic as you watch him squirm under your gaze. His hips shift, trying to find some relief for the growing pressure in his pants, his hard length pressing uncomfortably against his fly. A soft, high-pitched whine breaks through his lips.
"Are you getting needy, Channie?" you ask, pulling back and guiding him toward the heavy desk.
You have him bend over the desk, pressing his chest down against the cool surface while you stand behind him. He arches his back, his breathing coming in short bursts. You reach for the lube in your bag, spreading a generous amount around his puckered entrance. He clenches instantly, his shoulders bunching up in anticipation.
"Shhh, easy now," you coo, leaning over him so your chest brushes his back. You slip one glove off, pushing a finger in, feeling the tight, frantic heat of him. You fuck him slowly with the single digit, and when he starts to loosen and relax, you slip a second one in, scissoring them open to stretch him.
Chan cries out for more, a desperate sound that echoes in the studio. He starts squirming, his body reacting to how sensitive and how the sensation feels, but you don't let him pull away. You lean down and press a soft, grounding kiss to his shoulder blade. "Good boy, just relax for me. Let it happen."
With a firm, steady push, you manage to slip a third finger inside. You fuck him that way, your hand moving in a rhythmic, relentless pace until he’s practically sobbing into the desk. "I’m gonna... I'm gonna cum," he gasps, his vision swimming.
You slide your fingers out, leaving him high and dry, breathless and empty. He lets out a whine when you pull away, hips following your hand. You position yourself right behind him, teasing his entrance with the head of the strap-on.
"Please," he whimpers, his head hanging low, forehead pressing against the cool wood of his mixing desk. "Mommy, please... need it."
"So impatient, Channie," you coo, leaning down until your heavy blonde wig brushes against his neck. With a slow, deliberate push, you slide the head of the toy past his twitching entrance. He lets out a strangled cry, his back arching sharply as he tries to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
You don't push all the way in yet, holding him right at the brink. Your gloved hand reaches down, gripping his hip to keep him still, while your other hand slides across the desk. "Look at where you are, baby. In your precious studio, how unprofessional-"
Chan gasps, his chest heaving, his fingers desperately searching for purchase. "Ah... please, don't..."
"Imagine if your members walked in right now," you whisper, driving a few inches deeper, eliciting a loud, breathless whine that echoes . "Seeing their leader bent over his own workstation, taking his mommy’s toy so obediently. Does it make you feel dirty, Channie?"
"N-no... yes... Mommy, please, just fuck me," he begs. He reaches blindly behind him, his fingers clawing at the empty air until they find yours. He squeezes your hand, desperately trying to interlace his trembling fingers with yours, wanting that grounding.
You oblige, locking your fingers with his, squeezing tightly as you finally drive the strap-on all the way . Chan’s knees nearly buckling beneath him as his tight walls frantically squeeze. With every thrust, his body jolts forward, his stomach pressing flat against the desk, right over his lyric sheets, his keyboard, and his expensive gear.
"Oh, look at you," you tease, your voice dripping with sweet malice as you notice the dark spot blooming on his pants, pressing dangerously close to his workstation. "You're so sensitive. If you keep leaking like this, you're going to jizz right over your work, Channie."
"No!" Chan whines, a tear escaping his closed eyes as he shakes his head frantically. "No, don’t wanna make a mess."
"But you want to cum, don't you?" you murmur, picking up the pace, driving hard and deep, angling the toy to hit his sweet spot with relentless precision. "You're going to ruin all your hard work because you can't control yourself for mommy."
"I don't- I don't want to!" he cries out, his voice cracking into a sob as his hips roll helplessly against you, totally overwhelmed by the friction. He's squeezing your hand so hard his knuckles are white, whining and weeping as the sheer pleasure drags him closer to the edge. "Please, Mommy, don't make me... I'll be good, I'll be good..."
"I know, baby," you coo, your voice shifting back into that sweet, commanding tone. "Mommy has you. You’re always good."
With a firm grip on his hip, you pull him back an inch, shifting his lower body slightly to the side so his pelvis is no longer aligned with his mixing gear. He lets out a confused, desperate whine at the sudden change in position, his hips instinctively twitching back, trying to find the flat surface of the desk again. But before he can, your hand slides down between his thighs.
Your fingers wrap around his hot, leaking length, catching him completely off guard. He shudders violently at the sudden contact, a choked sob escaping him. Gently but firmly, you angle his cock downward, pointing it toward the empty floor space away from his equipment.
"There," you whisper, leaning down to press your lips against his sweat-slicked shoulder blade, your breath warm against his skin. "Right there. Now you don't have to worry about the desk. You can just let go for Mommy." You drive the strap-on deep, hitting his sweet spot with a heavy, relentless pace.
Chan screams, a high, broken sound that echoes in the quiet, soundproofed room. His knuckles turn white as he squeezes your hand, his entire body seizing as he finally spills. Thick, desperate arcs splash onto the dark studio floor, his hips convulsing helplessly against your hand with every pulse of his release.
He remains draped over the desk for a long moment, his forehead pressed against his forearm, completely spent. His body is still trembling, his leg muscles twitching occasionally from the sheer intensity of the climax.
You give him a quiet moment to catch his breath, keeping a reassuring, flat palm against his lower back. The warmth of your hand is a steadying anchor as the overwhelming rush of adrenaline slowly drains from his system.
With a soft, deliberate movement, you slowly pull out the strap-on. Chan lets out a tiny, wounded whine at the sudden emptiness, his hips giving a weak, instinctual twitch before he slumps completely flat against the cool wood of the desk, too exhausted to move.
"Shh, you're okay, Channie," you coo, your voice softening as you shed the sharp, teasing edge of Alice’s mischief, replacing it with a warm, protective tenderness.
You unbuckle the harness, setting the toy aside, and reach into your bag for a pack of wet wipes. Leaning down over him, you gently clean his thighs and his entrance, your touch light, caring, and soothing. He shivers at the cool contact, burying his face deeper into his arms to hide the deep blush that still stains his neck and ears.
"There we go. All clean," you whisper.
"Mmh," he hums against your skin, a sleepy, deeply content sound. He squeezes you tighter, letting out a soft, shaky sigh. "Thank you..."
hi can we get 'just the tip' with any stray kids member?? thanksss love your works so much and congrats on 500 <3
just the tip!☆⋆｡°‧★
a/n: this was so good to write icl smth took over me and the devil screamed hyunjin at me so here ya gooo ^^
genre♡ smut, mdni
warnings♡ spoiler alert: it wasn't js the tip, unprotected sex, slight dubious consent, desperate horny hyunjin
his dorm isn't even fucking empty but hyunjin genuinely couldn't care less right now. changbin’s laughter is reverberating across the walls but all he can think about is the fact that you’re on his bed looking all stupidly soft and pretty whilst his cock throbs painfully in his sweats. one kiss was all it took before he completely melted into you completely, kissing you all sloppy and open mouthed. tongue dragging against yours as his hips grind desperately between your thighs for any sort of relief. its kinda pathetic how worked up he gets. one small movement from you and he's already panting into your mouth, hands sliding underneath your shirt to grope at your tits like it's his last dying wish.
“please,” he whines out, forehead knocking against yours. “just the tip baby. swear t’god i wont do anything else. just, need your pretty pussy so bad - fuck, please.”
i meaaaaannn you already know he's so full of shit. especially when before you even say anything he's already rucking up your skirt impatiently and tugs your flimsy panties to to the side with shaky hands. he doesn’t bother with undressing the both of you properly, freeing his cock out from his sweats just enough for it to spring out flushed red and leaking sticky precum all over his stomach. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of your sticky pussy. its drawing him in. like he genuinely loses all thought. he's sliding the tip in between your slick folds with a broken moan, smearing your juices all over his messy cock before nudging it against your entrance. “fuck,” his whole body shudders as he curses under his breath. the mushroom tip slipping past your tight cunt has him acting brainless. arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his face into your neck, babbling endless fucked out thank you’s against your soft skin. and you know, like always, he tries his best to behave. only giving these tiny little thrusts as he savours your warm cunt smothering his tip. but then you clench around him like once and something inside him fucking snaps and that empty promise is long gone now.
a loud moan gets punched out of him as his hips jerked forward on instinct, shoving his thick cock inside fully in one thrust. you gasp in shock and pleasure as his cock reaches all the good spots inside you that gets your eyes blurry. he freezes for half a second afterwards like he can't fucking believed he did something ike this. “im sorry baby, fuck, i can't - your cunt keeps pulling me in.” meanwhile he's already dragging his cock back out only to slam it back in deeper, bullying your cunt open as you struggle to keep your body down, arching away or towards him you don't know it was all too much. the half-assed apologies keep spilling out of him but they mean nothing when he's fucking into you so deep, the fat cock drilling into you so good. “fuckkk, missed this pussy so bad.” he groans filthily, not caring about the way you sob around his cock as he grips your thighs tighter to hold you in place. so you see, all that ‘just the tip’ bs was out the window now that he's got your sweet cunt wrapped around his length all warm and wet just for him ♡
For requests, what about felix x reader who craves the brownies he makes whenever they get their period but then when he goes on tour they're sad they won't get anymore but then he surprises them like "I hid some in the freezer where no one ever looks" or "my mom knows the recipe and she made some for you cause I asked her" or you can take your own scenario. Just something where it's a surprise
Emergency Brownies?
Pairings: felix x reader | wc: 864 words | cw: none
The first sign was always the same.
Not the cramps, not the exhaustion, not even the sudden urge to curl up beneath three blankets and ignore the world for a day.
It was the brownies.
Specifically, lix's brownies.
No matter how many bakeries existed in the city, no matter how many recipes you saved or how many desserts your friends recommended, nothing ever came close. Somewhere between the melted chocolate, the ridiculous amount of care he put into them, and the way he always served them warm, they had become a comfort you associated entirely with him.
Which was why you were currently staring mournfully into your freezer.
Empty.
Very empty.
The timing couldn't have been worse...
lix had left for tour nearly a week ago, and while you were incredibly proud of him, the apartment felt strangely quiet without him. Too neat. Too still.
There was no music drifting from the kitchen at midnight, no random baking experiments occupying every available counter, no cheerful voice calling your name or 'baby' just to show you a cookie shaped vaguely like a dinosaur... I tasted great anyways
And now your period had arrived...
Perfect.
You shuffled back to the couch with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape and opened your phone.
Felix: How are you feeling today baby?
A new message from Felix waited for you.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
You: Tired.
Three dots appeared instantly.
Felix: Just tired?
You: And slightly miserable.
Felix: Ah.
That single "ah" told you everything.
He knew.
You could practically hear the smug little smile in his voice though he was typing.
You: Don't.
Felix: Don't what?
You: Don't act like you don't know.
A few seconds later your phone rang.
The moment you answered, his laughter filled your ear.
"You're grumpy my love."
"I'm suffering."
"mhm I know baby, must be hard for you"
You just hummed
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I think there might be something that could help."
You sat up slightly.
"If you somehow learned how to teleport, now would be a great time." You mumbled
His laugh returned.
"No teleportation yet."
"Then I don't want it."
"Wow."
"Unless it's brownies." You added
Silence.
A very suspicious silence.
You immediately narrowed your eyes again.
"...lee felix."
"Hm, what's with the whole name?"
"What did you do?"
"What makes you think I did anything?"
Because you were talking to Felix. That was reason enough.
The smile in his voice became impossible to miss.
"Go check the freezer."
You blinked.
"The freezer?"
"Mhm."
"I already checked."
"Check again."
"Felix."
"Trust me baby."
Still holding the phone to your ear, you dragged yourself off the couch and wandered back to the kitchen.
The freezer looked exactly as empty as before.
"See?" you said, opening the door. "Nothing."
"Top shelf."
You looked.
Nothing.
"Felix."
"Lift the ice tray."
You froze.
Slowly, you reached forward and moved the tray.
A container sat hidden underneath.
You stared.
Then opened it.
Brownies.
Not one or two.
An entire stack.
Perfectly wrapped.
A little note rested on top.
For emergencies.
Your jaw dropped.
"Felix."
On the other end of the call he sounded far too pleased with himself.
"I forgot about them for a second," he admitted. "I hid them before I left."
"You hid brownies in my freezer?"
"Technically our freezer love."
"You planned this?"
"Of course I planned this... I know you crave brownies"
You couldn't stop smiling.
The note alone would've made you emotional, but the fact that he'd thought about this weeks ago somehow made it worse.
Or better.
Definitely better.
"You are ridiculous." You said smiling as you placed two pieces on a plate and placed it into the microwave for a minute.
"I know."
"You hid emergency brownies."
"I know."
"You actually labeled them emergency brownies."
"I was very proud of that."
A laugh escaped before you could stop it.
Victory.
You could hear it in his voice immediately.
"There it is."
"Don't get used to it."
"Too late."
"How many are there lix?" You stared at the container
"Enough to survive until I come home."
You took the brownie out settling back on the couch
The brownie emerged warm and smelling exactly like every comforting memory you had of him.
You took a bite.
Immediately closed your eyes.
"Oh my god."
"I take it they're still good?"
"They're perfect."
"Excellent."
For a moment neither of you spoke.
The comfortable silence settled naturally between you, the kind that only happened when you knew someone well enough to simply exist together.
Eventually lix spoke again.
"Actually..."
The hesitation caught your attention.
"What?"
"There's one more thing."
You frowned.
"What do you mean one more thing?"
"Check your messages."
You pulled the phone away and opened your notifications.
A new photo had arrived.
It showed Felix standing beside a woman who was smiling proudly at the camera.
His mother.
Both of them held trays of brownies.
Underneath was a text.
Backup emergency brownies. My mum made extra. She's dropping them off tomorrow.
You stared.
Then stared harder.
Then looked back at the photo.
"Felix."
"Yes love?"
"You got your mom involved?"
"I told her you might need reinforcements."
A helpless laugh escaped you.
"Reinforcements?"
"You can never be too careful."
"You're unbelievable lix..."
"That's not what my mum said."
"Oh, really?"
"She said I was thoughtful."
You could practically see the grin on his face.
Warmth spread through your chest, soft and steady.
Thousands of miles away, busy with rehearsals and performances and packed schedules, he'd still remembered.
Not just remembered.
Planned.
Prepared.
Made sure there would be brownies waiting when you needed them.
The apartment suddenly didn't feel quite so empty anymore.
"Thank you lix," you said quietly.
His voice softened immediately.
"Always baby."
You looked down at the brownie in your hand and smiled.
The distance still existed.
You still missed him.
But somehow, through hidden freezer containers, handwritten notes, and backup brownies made by his mother, lix had managed to leave a little piece of home behind.
authors note: oh i had way too much fun writing this 🥹 i just keep imagining chan as a dad in the future and him getting cuteness aggression DAILY. ugh adorable 😭💕 happy reading!
summary: Bang Chan completely loses his composure to overwhelming cuteness aggression when he sees his daughter dressed as a little wolf, melting into a soft, protective dad as he cherishes their little family moment.
fluff, domestic, chan getting cuteness aggression
Masterlist.
Bang Chan liked to think he was a composed man.
As a leader, as a producer, as a father—he prided himself on being dependable, steady, in control.
But that image shattered instantly the moment he walked into the living room that evening.
Because standing there—no, wobbling there—was his daughter.
Dressed as a little wolf.
Specifically his own beloved character, Wolf Chan.
“…What.”
His voice came out quieter than he intended, like the air had been punched out of him.
You stood beside her, phone already in hand, clearly waiting for this exact reaction. “Surprise?”
Chan blinked once.
Twice.
He looked at his daughter again.
She had on a soft gray onesie with little paw mittens, a fluffy tail sewn onto the back, and—God help him—a hood with small wolf ears that kept slipping slightly over her eyes.
“…What,” he repeated, this time with more emotion.
“Baby Wolf Chan,” you said proudly, crouching down to adjust the hood. “Do you like it?”
Your daughter let out a tiny, proud “Awooo!” that sounded more like a confused squeak.
Chan physically staggered back a step.
“No,” he said immediately.
You frowned. “No?”
He pressed a hand to his chest like he was in pain. “I don’t like it.”
Your heart dropped for half a second—
—and then he lunged forward, scooping your daughter into his arms so fast she squealed.
“I love it,” he groaned, nuzzling his face into her cheek. “I love it too much. This is dangerous. This is actually dangerous.”
You snorted. “Cuteness aggression?”
“I’m going to explode,” he said seriously, hugging her tighter—but still gentle, always gentle. “I’m actually going to explode. Why is she like this?”
Your daughter giggled, grabbing onto his hoodie strings with her mitten paws.
“Because she’s your daughter,” you said.
“That’s exactly the problem,” Chan replied, staring at her like she’d personally ruined his life.
-
Chan sat down on the couch with her still in his arms, staring at her like he was trying to memorize every single detail.
“She has a tail,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“She has paws.”
“Yes, Chan.”
“She just barked at me.”
“That was an awooo.”
He looked at you, eyes wide. “She awooo’d at me.”
Your daughter, as if understanding she was the center of attention, lifted her arms and made another tiny “Awoo!”
Chan made a strangled noise.
“Oh my God.”
He buried his face into her shoulder, mumbling something incoherent.
You laughed. “You’re not handling this well.”
“I’m handling this too well,” he shot back, lifting his head. “That’s the issue. I have too much love in my body right now.”
He poked her little mitten paw.
“Look at this. Look at her. Why is she so small?”
“She’s literally a toddler.”
“She’s smaller today.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“It is,” he insisted. “She got smaller. And fluffier. And—” he squeezed his eyes shut—“I can’t do this.”
Your daughter leaned forward and bonked her forehead against his chin.
Chan froze.
“…She just headbutted me.”
You grinned. “Wolf behavior.”
“I raised her wrong,” he said immediately, but his voice was full of fondness.
-
“Okay, okay,” you said, clapping your hands. “Stand up. We’re doing a photoshoot.”
Chan didn’t even argue. That’s how you knew he was completely gone.
“Do I get props?” he asked, already adjusting her hood again.
“Yes,” you said, tossing him a small Wolf Chan. “Hold this.”
He took it carefully, placing it in your daughter’s lap.
She immediately tried to eat its ear.
“Accurate,” Chan nodded.
You started snapping pictures.
“Chan, look here—”
He turned, but not before kissing her cheek.
Click.
“Chan, serious face—”
He tried. He really did. But your daughter grabbed his nose with both mitten paws.
Click.
You burst out laughing. “That’s the one.”
“I can’t be serious,” he complained. “She’s holding my nose hostage.”
Your daughter squealed triumphantly.
“Say awooo!” you encouraged.
“Awoo!” she chirped.
Chan lost it again.
“I’m done. I’m actually done. I’m not surviving this.”
He hugged her tightly, rocking slightly side to side.
“You’re too cute,” he mumbled. “You’re illegally cute. I’m calling the authorities.”
-
At some point, Chan just… stopped functioning normally.
He sat on the floor with her between his legs, hands hovering around her like she might suddenly vanish.
“Don’t let anyone see her,” he said.
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“They’ll steal her.”
“Chan.”
“I’m serious,” he insisted. “If anyone sees this—this tiny wolf situation—they’re going to try to take her. I would.”
You laughed. “You already have her.”
“I would take her again.”
“That’s kidnapping.”
“It’s worth it.”
You shook your head, amused. “You’re ridiculous.”
He looked down at her again.
She was busy trying to chase her own tail.
“…She doesn’t even know she’s cute,” he whispered.
“That’s the cutest part.”
“I can’t handle that,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s too much.”
-
“Okay,” Chan suddenly said, sitting up straighter. “We need to train her properly.”
You blinked. “Train her?”
“Yes,” he said seriously. “She’s a wolf. She needs to awooo correctly.”
Your daughter looked up at him like she understood.
“Awoo,” he demonstrated, softly.
She blinked.
“Awoo,” he repeated.
“Awoo!” she replied, louder this time.
Chan gasped.
“Did you hear that?!”
“I heard it,” you said, laughing.
“She’s learning so fast,” he said, voice full of pride. “She’s a genius.”
“She said one word.”
“It’s an important word.”
Your daughter clapped for herself.
Chan clapped too.
“Good job, baby,” he said, kissing her head. “Best awooo ever.”
-
It happened when she got sleepy.
One moment she was running around in her little Wolf Chan outfit, the next she was waddling back toward Chan, rubbing her eyes with her mitten paws.
“Up,” she mumbled.
Chan froze.
“You want me?” he asked softly.
She nodded, reaching for him.
That was it.
That was the moment.
He picked her up gently, cradling her against his chest.
She immediately tucked her face into his shoulder, her little tail resting against his arm.
Chan didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t speak.
You watched quietly.
“…She’s falling asleep,” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
“In the Wolf Chan costume.”
“Yeah.”
He swallowed.
“This is the cutest thing that’s ever happened in human history.”
You smiled.
“She trusts me,” he said, voice softer now.
“She does.”
He looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
“I don’t deserve this.”
“Hey,” you said gently.
He shook his head. “No, I mean it. Look at her. She’s so small. And she’s mine.”
“And mine,” you added.
“And yours,” he corrected quickly.
There was a pause.
“She’s our little wolf.”
You nodded.
“Our little wolf.”
-
Later, after you changed her out of the costume and put her to bed, Chan stayed in her room longer than usual.
He stood by the crib, just watching her sleep.
You leaned against the doorframe.
“You okay?” you asked quietly.
He nodded, but didn’t look away.
“She was so happy today,” he said.
“She was.”
“She loves you,” he added.
“And you.”
He smiled slightly.
“I think I love her more every day.”
“That’s how it works.”
He finally turned to you.
“…What if I run out of space?”
You blinked. “What?”
“For loving her,” he said, completely serious. “What if there’s too much?”
You walked over, taking his hand.
“That’s not how love works.”
He squeezed your hand.
“Good,” he said softly.
-
As you both turned to leave, a tiny voice stopped you.
“…Awoo.”
You both froze.
Slowly, you turned back.
Your daughter was still asleep.
But somehow—half-dreaming—she had made the softest little awooo sound.
Chan covered his mouth.
“No,” he whispered. “No, she didn’t just do that.”
You laughed quietly. “She did.”
He looked like he might cry.
“I’m not strong enough for this,” he said.
“Yes, you are.”
He shook his head, smiling helplessly.
“…Our little wolf.”
You leaned against him.
“Our little wolf.”
And from that day on, Chan never fully recovered from the cuteness aggression.
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Pairing: Bangchan x Hyunjin x afab!reader
Genre: smut smut smut no minors pls! (Includes threesome,fingering, unprotected sex, smoking + mentions of weed)🔞
Wc: 4.4k
Enjoy reading <33 If you want any specific ideas tell me and I will see what I can do!
A/N: I saw this the other day on threads and my brain sparked, obviously credit to the user but yeah i used it as inspo for this fic, current fav duo to write (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
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The fire escape groaned under Bangchan's boots, the rusted metal creaking every step as he hauled himself up the last few steps. His black nail polish was chipped more than usual. He exhaled sharply, shaking his damp bangs out of his eyes before hoisting himself onto the rooftop with a grunt.
Hyunjin was already there, lounging against an old AC unit like it was a throne, one leg bent, the other stretched out lazily.
His silver rings glinted as he tapped ash from his blunt onto the cracked concrete.
"Took you long enough," he said without looking up, though the corner of his mouth twitched. The city hummed below them, neon bleeding into the wet pavement, distant car horns weaving through the bassline of some half-remembered song drifting from Hyunjin's phone.
Bangchan snorted, kicking Hyunjin’s outstretched leg lightly as he dropped onto the sun-warmed concrete beside him. The rooftop still smelled like wet asphalt and cigarettes, the storm having left everything slick and glinting under the flickering streetlights below.
He stretched his legs out, the holes in his jeans gaping wider at the knees, and leaned back on his palms
"You try climbing that death trap with a bag of snacks," he muttered, pulling a crumpled paper bag from his hoodie pocket and tossed it on the floor. The scent of sweets spilled into the air, mixing with the earthy tang of weed.
Hyunjin’s eyes lit up, literally, the reflection of some neon sign catching in his pupils as he lunged for the bag.
"You beautiful dickhead," he said around a mouthful of gummies. He held the blunt out to Bangchan between his long fingers. The music shifted then, something with a heavier bassline, and Hyunjin’s free hand started tapping arrhythmically against his thigh, his rings clicking against the chains on his jeans.
You walked over quietly and sat in between the two boys comfortably.
Hyunjin’s shoulder bumped against yours as he leaned in, the weight of his head settling against your temple with the casual intimacy of someone who’d done it a thousand times before.
His hair smelled like vanilla shampoo and the lingering ghost of rain, strands of it tickling your cheek as he held up a gummy between his fingers.
“Open up,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, the kind of tone that made your stomach do something stupid. You rolled your eyes but obeyed, letting him drop the sweet onto your tongue, his fingertips brushing your lower lip for a fraction of a second too long.
The gummy was sticky, sweet, artificial strawberry bursting across your taste buds as you chewed. Hyunjin watched you with half-lidded eyes, the corner of his mouth quirking up when you made a face at the intensity of the flavor. “Too much?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. You grunted in response, and he laughed, the sound warm and familiar, vibrating through where his body pressed against yours.
"You're quieter today y/n," Bangchan mumbled around the blunt, smoke curling from his lips as he stared out at the city skyline. He didn’t turn to look at you, just exhaled slowly, watching the smoke disappear into the humid air.
Hyunjin shifted beside you, His knee bumped yours, deliberate. "Yeah," he drawled, popping another gummy into his mouth. "Usually you're the one yapping about some deep shit by now." His tone was light, but his fingers lingered near your wrist, tracing idle circles on the inside of your forearm like he was trying to coax the words out of you.
You laugh out shaking your head. “I’m fine you dorks.”
You couldn’t stop thinking about what a threesome would be like with them as embarrassing as it was. The gummy suddenly felt too thick in your throat. You swallowed hard, fingers tapping restlessly against your own thigh, mimicking Hyunjin’s earlier rhythm but without the confidence, without the ease. The memory of last night kept replaying in your head, Hyunjin’s elbow nudging yours as he grinned, all sharp canines and glittering eyes,
“What if we just—y’know. Had a threesome.” And Bangchan had smirked, actually smirked, like the idea was a shared secret instead of a joke, like he’d imagined it before.
Hyunjin’s fingers were still tracing circles on your wrist, his touch feather-light but burning. You wondered if he could feel your pulse jumping under your skin.
“Bullshit," Bangchan chuckled, finishing the blunt with one last drag before flicking the stub over the rooftop’s edge. He turned to face you fully, his knee bumping against yours as he shifted, the worn fabric of his jeans catching on the concrete. The neon from the various sign across the street painted his face in shifting hues of violet, making his piercings even prettier when he tilted his head.
"You’ve been zoning out since you got up here. And don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ shit—you only chew your lip like that when you’re thinking too hard."
Hyunjin snorted, stretching his legs out further until his scuffed boots nudged your ankle. "Yeah, and you’ve been staring at Chan’s lips for the last five minutes like you’re trying to solve an equation."
The teasing lilt in his voice should’ve been annoying, but the way his fingers were still tracing absent, burning circles on your wrist betrayed his casual act.
The silence stretched between you layered with something unspoken. Bangchan’s knee stayed pressed against yours, warm even through the fabric of his jeans, and Hyunjin’s fingers had stilled on your wrist, his thumb resting right over your pulse point. You could feel it hammering beneath your skin, a traitorous, fluttering thing.
“Okay,” Bangchan said finally, voice low and measured, like he was carefully choosing each word. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the silver chain around his neck swinging slightly. The city lights caught the angles of his face, throwing shadows under his eyes.
“Let’s say—hypothetically..Hyunjin wasn’t joking last night.” He paused, and you could see his throat work as he swallowed. “What then?”
"Why do you two keep bringing it up?" you say, swallowing hard. Your voice came out quieter than you intended, nearly lost under the hum of the city and the muffled bass still pulsing from Hyunjin’s phone.
Hyunjin smirked, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over your cheek
"Because it could be interestinggg," he murmured, dragging the last word out like he was savoring it. His fingers stopped tracing circles on your wrist, instead sliding down to intertwine with yours, his rings cold against your skin.
The space between you evaporated like smoke too fast. Hyunjin’s knee slotted against yours as he leaned in, his grip on your hand tightening just enough to make your pulse stutter. His breath hitched when Bangchan mirrored him on your other side, the heat of his thigh pressing flush against yours.
Hyunjin’s smirk faltered for a half-second, his eyes darting to Bangchan over your shoulder, some silent question passing between them.
Bangchan exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers twitching where they rested on his knee, before he reached out slowly, deliberately, and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
Hyunjin's smirk was all teeth, the neon glow catching the silver of his tongue piercing as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.
"Which one of us do you like more, my love?" he hummed, voice dripping with playful arrogance, but his fingers trembled slightly where they intertwined with yours. The question hung in the air like the last of smoke from Bangchan's discarded blunt, thick with implication.
Bangchan didn’t move from your other side, but you felt the shift in his posture, the way his shoulders tensed under his shirt, the way his knee pressed harder against yours.
He didn’t speak, just watched you with those dark, liquid eyes. His silence was louder than Hyunjin’s teasing, heavier.
Hyunjin continued, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.
"I'm not as rough as Chan," he murmured into your ear,
"But I can be... thorough." The last word curled around you as you felt the weight of Bangchan's gaze on the side of your face, heavy and unreadable.
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. Hyunjin’s lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke again, softer this time. "Unless you want rough." His teeth grazed your earlobe, just a hint of pressure, enough to make your breath hitch, before he pulled back slightly, his smirk returning full force. His eyes flicked to Bangchan again, something unspoken passing between them, a challenge or a plea, you couldn’t tell.
The moment Hyunjin’s lips met yours, the city noise faded into static, nothing but the wet sound of his mouth moving against yours, the faint click of his tongue piercing against your teeth.
His grip on your hand tightened, his rings digging into your skin just enough to leave light indents. You gasped when Bangchan’s fingers slid up your thigh, his touch slow and calculated like he was mapping you out.
Hyunjin smirked into the kiss, pulling back just enough to murmur, "Told you it'd be interesting," before diving back in with more urgency.
His free hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to the cool air.
Bangchan’s fingers reached the edge of your shorts, his thumb tracing circles on the sensitive skin there. You shuddered, biting down on Hyunjin’s lower lip in retaliation, and he groaned, a low, broken sound that vibrated through your chest.
The fabric caught for a heartbeat on your hips before leaving, sliding down your thighs in a slow drag that left your skin prickling in the humid air.
"Fuckin' finally," Hyunjin muttered, pulling back just enough to watch Bangchan’s hands work, his smirk widening when your breath hitched. His thumb swiped over your lower lip, smearing the wetness there.
Bangchan didn’t rush. He never did. His movements were measured, almost lazy, as he eased the fabric down past your knees, his calloused palms skimming the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He traced the arch of you with his fingertips, his breath warm against the back of your neck. "Pretty," he murmured, the word rough around the edges, like it had been waiting too long in his throat.
"Ah—fuck, this can't be happening," you mumbled, the words dissolving into a gasp as Hyunjin’s teeth scraped the tender skin below your ear. His lips were hot, relentless, mapping a trail of bruises down your neck like he was claiming territory.
You arched into him without meaning to, your back pressing against Bangchan’s chest, the hard lines of his body bracketing you from behind. His breath hitched when your head laid back against his shoulder, his fingers tightening on your hips.
Hyunjin chuckled against your throat, the vibration humming through your skin. "Too late," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the last of your shorts down past your knees, the fabric pooling around your ankles like a discarded thought. His rings were cold where they brushed your inner thighs, a stark contrast to the heat of his palms as they spread you wider, his thumbs tracing lazy circles just shy of where you needed him. "You’re already fucked, sweetheart."
Bangchan’s fingers traced the damp lace of your thong through your tights, the chill of his same rings pressing into your hot skin.
You moaned quietly, the sound barely escaping your lips before Hyunjin swallowed it with another searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with possessive intent. The rough pads of Bangchan’s fingertips dragged higher, hooking into the waistband of your tights, and the elastic snapped against your hip with a quiet thwip that made you jerk.
“Fuck—Chan,” you gasped, breaking away from Hyunjin’s mouth, your head falling back against Bangchan’s shoulder. His breath hit your throat, uneven and hot, as he peeled the fabric down inch by torturous inch, the cool night air kissing the newly exposed skin. Hyunjin watched with heavy-lidded eyes, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.
Hyunjin’s smirk was wicked as he glanced over your shoulder at Bangchan, some silent communication passing between them in the half second before Hyunjin ducked his head to your collarbone, his teeth scraping the thin skin there. You gasped, arching into the sensation just as Bangchan’s fingers finally slipped beneath your soaked underwear, his calloused fingertips dragging through your folds with agonizing slowness.
"Fuck," Hyunjin muttered against your throat, his breath hot as he palmed your breast over your shirt, his thumb circling your nipple through the fabric. The rough pad of his thumb pressed just hard enough to make you whimper.
"Look at you, so fucking responsive." His other hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, shoving it up until the cool air hit your stomach, his mouth following the exposed skin with hungry kisses.
Bangchan’s fingers curled inside you without warning, his palm pressing firmly against your clit as he worked you open with slow, deliberate strokes. The stretch burned just enough to make your thighs tremble, your hips jerking involuntarily against his hand. He exhaled sharply against the back of your neck, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he added a second finger, the drag of his knuckles against your inner walls making your vision blur at the edges.
Hyunjin’s mouth closed over your nipple, the wet heat of his tongue licking as his free hand fumbled with the other breast. His groan vibrated against your skin when he finally got his mouth on the bare flesh, his teeth scraping lightly before he sucked hard enough to make your back bow.
"God, you taste good," he mumbled against your breast, his fingers pinching your other nipple just shy of too hard.
The moment Hyunjin pulled back from your chest, his lips glistening and swollen, Bangchan’s fingers stilled inside you, a silent, mutual understanding passing between them in the space of a heartbeat.
Hyunjin’s smirk was sly as he flicked his perfect hair back and turned to face Bangchan fully, their knees bumping awkwardly around your sprawled legs.
“Who’s better? his fingers or my mouth?” Hyunjin taunted, voice rough with want, his fingers still toying lazily with your nipple as he leaned in.
Bangchan didn’t reply, just curled his fingers deeper inside you, wrenching a broken gasp from your throat, before withdrawing completely. His wet fingers glistened under the neon lights as he reached out, tangling them in Hyunjin’s hair and yanking him forward with a force that made your stomach flip. Their mouths crashed together, messy and uncoordinated at first, Hyunjin’s teeth catching Bangchan’s lower lip, Bangchan’s growl vibrating through the kiss as he bit down in retaliation.
You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, watching Bangchan yank Hyunjin closer by the hair, the wet sound of their kiss was brutal with their tongues sliding, teeth clashing and Hyunjin's silver piercing clicking against Bangchan's canines. A bead of spit trailed down Hyunjin's chin when they broke apart, his chest heaving as Bangchan licked into his mouth again, deeper this time, his free hand gripping Hyunjin's jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints.
Hyunjin gasped into the kiss, his fingers scrabbling at Bangchan's shirt, nails catching on the fabric as he pulled him closer. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, the hard line of his erection pressing against Bangchan's thigh through his jeans, and Bangchan groaned low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through you where you sat trapped between them.
"What a pretty day to spend fucking my two favorite people," Bangchan murmured, his voice rough with want as he yanked his band tee over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric caught briefly on his silver eyebrow ring before it joined the growing pile of clothes beside the AC unit. His abs were painted in dim neon lights, the shadows between his abs deepening as he reached for his belt buckle with trembling fingers.
Hyunjin didn't hesitate, just kicked off his scuffed boots and peeled his thin shirt off with a practiced twist of his shoulders. His collarbones glistened under the city's glow, the silver chains around his neck swinging as he leaned in to bite at Bangchan's shoulder.
"Took you long enough to admit it," he teased, his breath hot against Bangchan's skin as his fingers worked the button of Bangchan's jeans.
The buckle of Bangchan’s belt clattered against the concrete as Hyunjin yanked it free. Bangchan exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening in Hyunjin’s hair as the other boy dropped to his knees in front of him, his smirk never wavering even as his knees hit the rough rooftop.
You watched, transfixed, as Hyunjin nuzzled the bulge in Bangchan’s boxers, his lips brushing the fabric with deliberate slowness. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of him through the thin cotton, and Bangchan’s hips jerked forward with a choked-off groan. Hyunjin chuckled, low and throaty, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and dragging everything down in one smooth motion.
Hyunjin leaned back on his palms, the jagged concrete scraping his wrists as he arched his spine slightly, just enough to give you room to crawl between his spread legs.
His breath hitched when your fingers brushed the inside of his thigh, his hips jerking involuntarily as you moved closer. The worn fabric of his boxers strained against his erection, the damp spot at the tip already visible.
"You're so fucking pretty," he muttered, his voice rough as you nuzzled the length of him through the thin cotton. His thighs trembled when you exhaled against the heat of him, your breath seeping through the fabric. One of his hands left the rooftop to tangle in your hair, not guiding, just holding, like he needed the anchor.
Your fingers trembled against the elastic waistband of Hyunjin’s boxers, just a fraction, just enough to make him notice.
His breath caught when you hooked your thumbs into the fabric, his hips lifting instinctively to help you slide them down. The air between you crackled with anticipation as you leaned forward, pushing your ass up and arching your back in one fluid motion, the movement deliberate and slow.
The rough concrete scraped your knees through the ripped fabric of your tights, but the sting barely registered, not when Hyunjin’s cock sprang free, flushed and leaking against his stomach, the tip glistening.
Hyunjin’s groan was ragged, his fingers tightening in your hair as you nuzzled the length of him, your lips brushing the sensitive skin just below the head. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles quivering as you exhaled against him, the warmth of your breath making his hips jerk.
“Fuck—fuck,” he hissed, his free hand scrabbling at the rooftop for guidance, nails scraping against the cracked concrete.
Bangchan’s breath hit the nape of your neck first, warm and uneven, sending goosebumps cascading down your spine before his lips even touched you.
His nose brushed the damp strands of your hair, inhaling deeply like he was memorizing the scent of your shampoo and rooftop rain.
“God, you smell good,” he murmured, the words vibrating against your skin as his hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. His calloused fingers traced your tits, teasing the bare skin his touch featherlight but deliberate.
The moment your lips closed around Hyunjin, the city noises faded into a distant hum, nothing but the wet slide of your mouth working him, the sharp intake of his breath through clenched teeth. His fingers tightened in your hair, not forcing, just holding, like he needed to remind himself it was really happening as you took him deeper.
The taste of salt and skin bloomed across your tongue, the weight of him heavy against it, and you moaned around him, the vibration drawing a ragged groan from Hyunjin's throat.
Bangchan’s teeth scraped your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as you arched into him, your back pressing flush against him and his cock.
The moment Bangchan’s hips pressed flush against yours, the blunt head of him nudging your entrance, Hyunjin’s fingers tightened in your hair so he could admire you.
“Fuck, look at you,” Hyunjin breathed, his voice ragged as he watched Bangchan’s hands grip your hips, his knuckles whitening with the effort of holding back. “Taking him so pretty.”
Bangchan didn’t ease in. With a sharp exhale, he rocked forward in one fluid motion, the stretch burning just enough to make your back arch, your nails scraping against Hyunjin’s thighs. The sound that tore from Bangchan’s throat was raw, guttural, half groan, half curse as he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. “God, fuckkk,” he choked out, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.
You rolled your eyes back, hollowing your cheeks as you took Hyunjin deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with a wet click. His fingers spasmed in your hair, his thighs trembling under your palms as you sucked harder, faster the rhythm deliberate, relentless. The salt-bitter taste of him flooded your mouth, his precome smearing across your tongue as you pulled back just enough to swirl your tongue around the sensitive ridge beneath his head.
Hyunjin’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts above you, his free hand scrabbling at the rooftop like he was trying to claw through the concrete.
"Fuck—y/n , just like that," he choked out, his voice cracking on the last syllable as you dragged your lips back down his length, taking him all the way until your nose brushed the curls at his base. The vibrations of his moans traveled through your skull.
"Shit—look at this view," Bangchan groaned, his voice ragged as he fisted his hand in your hair and tugged your head back just enough. His other hand tangled with Hyunjin’s, their fingers interlacing roughly over your shoulder, silver rings clinking together, knuckles whitening from the grip. The city sprawled beneath you in a dizzying kaleidoscope of neon and shadow, the distant hum of traffic drowned out by the wet sounds of Hyunjin’s cock sliding between your lips and Bangchan’s cock relentlessly moving in and out.
Hyunjin’s laugh was breathless, strained, his free hand scrabbling at your thigh as he watched Bangchan’s hips snap forward again, the sharp slap of skin on skin echoed.
"Fucking—perfect," he managed, his voice cracking as you hollowed your cheeks around him, your tongue pressing even harder. His fingers spasmed in Bangchan’s grip, their joined hands trembling where they hovered above you, in some unspoken pact.
The rhythm between you three became a brutal and synchronized, every sharp snap of Bangchan’s hips forward drove Hyunjin deeper down your throat, the head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth with each thrust. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder just as Bangchan pistoned into you with a rough groan, his grip bruising on your hips. The dual sensations blurred into one overwhelming tide, the stretch of Bangchan inside you, the weight of Hyunjin on your tongue, the wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping skin merging with loud moans. It felt embarrassingly like out of a badly shot porno.
Hyunjin’s fingers didn’t stop fidgeting in your hair, “Urghh—shit, she’s taking us both so good,” he rasped, voice shattered.
His head tipped back, exposing the sharp line of his throat as Bangchan’s pace turned erratic, his thrusts losing their measured control.
You felt your walls clenching, tight and sudden and suddenly the city lights broke into stars behind your eyelids. A ragged gasp tore from your throat, muffled around Hyunjin’s cock as your body trembled between them, every muscle locking in place. Bangchan’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, his rhythm stuttering as your inner muscles pulsed around him in erratic waves.
“Ah fuck—fuck, she’s coming,” Bangchan growled, his voice shredded as he ground his hips flush against yours, his cock twitching deep inside you. The stretch burned deliciously, his pelvis pressing against your clit with each shallow thrust, dragging the orgasm out until tears pricked at your lashes.
Hyunjin’s fingers stayed in your hair, his other hand gripping Bangchan’s wrist where it was braced against your shoulder both of them holding you steady as you trembled between them, your thighs slick with sweat and spend.
Precome spilled hot and bitter across your tongue as Hyunjin’s control shattered.
“I’m—gonna—” His warning was raw, fractured, cut off by the first thick pulse against the back of your throat. You swallowed reflexively, the salt-burst flooding your senses as Bangchan’s hips stuttered against yours, his cock twitching deep inside you with each ragged thrust. His groan was guttural, his forehead pressing hard between your shoulder blades as he came, his fingers leaving crescent-shaped indents in your hips.
Bangchan’s hands trembled as he lifted you upright, his fingers unsteady where they pressed against your sweat-slick back. The neon lit skyline spun briefly in your vision before Hyunjin’s arms slid around you from behind, his chest pressing flush against your shoulder blades, warm and solid, grounding you as your head layed back against him. His chin hooked over your shoulder, his breath still ragged against your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it when he murmured, “Fuck, you’re wrecked.”
Bangchan’s gaze flickered between your glazed eyes and Hyunjin’s smirk, his thumb swiping gently at the corner of your mouth where spit, and cum still glistened. He didn’t speak, just exhaled sharply through his nose and leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours as his fingers traced the curve of your jaw. His skin was fever hot against yours, his pulse thundering where his wrist brushed your collarbone.
You blinked up at them through your lashes, vision still swimming with the aftershocks, your lips parted and swollen. Hyunjin’s pupils blown wide, Bangchan’s lower lip caught between his teeth. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then Hyunjin’s smirk returned, slow and deliberate, as he tilted your chin up with two fingers. “Look at you,” he murmured, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “All fucked-out and pretty.”
Bangchan exhaled sharply, his breath warm against your temple as he leaned in, his nose bumping yours. There was no hesitation just the sudden press of his lips against yours, rough and claiming, his tongue sliding against yours before you could catch your breath. The taste of him, smoke and something distinctly Chan flooded your senses, his fingers tangling in your hair to angle your head just so.
Hyunjin’s fingers carded through your sweat-damp hair, his rings catching on tangles as he laughed low and breathless,
“We’re definitely coming back up here,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, his breath warm and still uneven.
honestly, screw him for this. you bring him to your family so he can be introduced to them, and this is how he repays you? by forcing you to hush up your sounds of pleasure in your childhood bedroom?
he’s quite pleased with himself. you can feel his growled laughter against your puffy folds, his pupils wide and blown as he occasionally looks up at you. he flattens his tongue, running it from your spasming hole to your clit before he parts from you. chin dribbling and his plush lips curled into a smile. he’s made you come once, and he doesn’t plan on stopping now.
he loves a good personal record.
you can barely breathe, and he’s tormenting you. taking a delight in it. he sat there during dinner as the perfect spectacle of a man, helping your mother, impressing your father. and now he’s got your sweetness on his tongue like ambrosia. you knew that joke he made at the table about innocent “cream pies” for dessert was too good to be true.
he nudges his nose against your thigh, kissing the junction between your mound and leg crease.
“still with me…? silly girl, letting me eat you out in your cute little room you grew up in...”
you’d throw a curse at him if you had the energy, but his words make something churn delightfully in your stomach. a wanton sound bubbles up in your throat and escapes, making you slap your hand over your lips. his hands are snaked up your shirt, kneading at your breasts in his palms. warm and soft. just like the rest of you.
you did homework on this bed. gossiped to friends about who was doing what, the people you had crushes on. and here he is, the man of your dreams giving you a nice night cap involving his drooling tongue to end the perfect day.
he dives back in with good vigor and an obnoxious slurping sound. why does he get to be loud? with his lips closing around your sensitive bundle of nerves, chan’s own eyes close as your thighs squeeze around his head. it makes his head dizzy and his cock twitch against the mattress. he laps soft, gentle kitten licks, mimicking your whining and mewling back to you before laughing with a rolled out tongue.
“shh… don’t wanna wake up your family…”
chan blows cold air against your folds as you twitch, stifling your hiccuped little moans behind your hand. he grins and nudges your clit with his nose. you smell too good, he wants to burrow his face in you forever.
“slutty pussy… dripping all over your sheets…” and because chan can never degrade you without feeling like a monster if there’s no praise—
“so pretty down here… pretty everywhere… you taste so good, i could eat it for hours. will you let me, baby? let channie love on this pretty cunt all night?”
his hands slide up and down the sides of your torso, and you’re not even sure what he’s saying. your head is spinning, on cloud 9. but you nod, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your childhood bedroom ceiling.
if you look down at him you swear you’ll come again. the sounds are already too much, his grunts and groans with the wet clicking and squelching every time his tongue laves down on your pussy. he’s painfully throbbing in his boxers. you have that affect on him.
“there she is… letting me do whatever i want… you worked so hard to make tonight go smooth… looked so sexy in your pretty outfit… let me treat my girl…”
chan purses his slick covered, thick lips and kisses your clit. a soft suck to it, drawing back. he can feel sinewy strings of your juices and his saliva connecting his lips to you. he repeats the feverish kisses, his hips rocking against the mattress every time your hips buck and you let out a little soft cry. “yeah? mm? like it when channie kisses your soft pussy? oh, look at you, darling… you must feel so good… precious little thing.”
you babble a slew of moans as he gathers saliva in his own mouth and rolls his tongue out, letting it fall onto your slit with his expression of pinched brows and a begging eyes. oh, he knows what he’s doing.
he flattens his tongue, licking a long, pressured stripe up from your perineum to your suck a kiss onto your throbbing clit with a dramatically drawn out moan of his own. chan repeats it a few more times, making sure the round tip of his nose catches under the hood of your cute little button.
your hole is clenching around nothing, hips writhing a bit. he’s got you, don’t worry. he laps at your folds, shaking his head around and moans at the taste of you once more before drawing back. chan rests his head against your thigh and brings a hand up to play with your pussy while he talks to you, finding it amusing how you gasp for air and try to keep quiet.
“so soft… so wet and warm f’me… you love my tongue, don’t you, baby? mmm… fuck yeah… my tongue loves you too, sweetheart.”
chan rubs three fingers in gentle, petting circles around your folds, making sure his middle finger catches on your clit with sticky sounds at every rounding gesture. he could play with you like a fidget toy all day and never get bored. call you in during studio sessions, he’d feel relaxed just from making you feel good. his mouth waters at how aroused he’s made you. chan’s breathless from both devouring you like a starved man and humping the corner of the bed to relieve himself.
but you haven’t come again yet. he’s been edging you on that peak for a while like a heartless man. in chan’s defense, he thinks he can get you to gush more for him. if it isn’t messy, he didn’t do his job. he loves making you feel good, and he’s obsessed with making you come as hard as possible. it’s his best devotion to you.
“you look exhausted… ‘s okay, you’re okay… so fuckin’ gorgeous like this, fuck me… ‘m gonna… ‘m gonna rock you to sleep… fall asleep full of me…”
all you do is nod, a squeak of a whine. your fucked out expression is all he needs to sit up on his haunches and stare down at you. you’re leaking like a broken faucet all over the sheets, staining them a darker patch under your ass. it’ll be easier to slide into you like that. all pliant and soaked and craving him inside of you—
“actually, baby… you wanna try something new? be my good girl…? you’re gonna sit that pretty pussy on my face.”
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such a nice guy - ( @bambizeld ) smut, perv roomie!jeongin. "Jeongin, who prays religiously to God for blessing his gratuitous life, that you both share a bathroom" LMAOOOO, why is he like that
only yours - ( @lovecase ) fluff, angst, hurt/comfort. idol!ot8 x gf!reader. "the world has a way of trying to make you feel small. but no matter what it is, they'll always remind you (and everyone else) that in their eyes, you're the furthest thing from "average." this is so :((((( i LOVE IT, so cute and so sad at the same time
secretly a freak - ( @jj-one ) smut, freakbob acting out. "“stop hovering, i said sit.” !!!!! RIGHT HERE, OFFICER
caught crying after giving head - ( @jj-one ) smut, fluff, college au, loser virgin nerd!han (YUHHH) x popular!reader, THEE BEST NERD!HAN SERIES OUT THERE, TRUSTT!!!, when you´re done read THIS, THIS, THISSSS AND THIS ONE TOO
work, doll - ( @chanifesto ) smut, handyman neighbour!hyunjin x fem!reader. THAT ONE VIDEO OF HIM AND CHANGBIN FIXING SHIT ON THAT APT DOES SOMETHING TO ME! that´s a whole man fr UGHHHH, this is so goooood
you talk in your sleep - ( @undiagnosedcruelty ) fluff, bf!jisung. reader talks in her sleep and calls him a loser lmaooo, not him crashing out
the secret hwang - ( @hanniebaeee ) angst, fluff, crack, second chance rom, idol!hyunjin, pregnant staff!reader, yess gawddd, we love an angsty fic, also, not felix and lino fighting for who´s the fake daddy 🥴
flowers - ( @bandgie ) smut, pussy-creazed!hyunjin (!!!) x gf!reader. "hyunjin invented pussy worship" IKTR. not him painting flowers based on his gf keWCHIE AND POSTING IT I- he´s so romantic
like father, like son - ( @linoxpudding ) fluff, crack, dad!lee know, mom!reader, married with kids au. not minho´s son fighting at school and him being proud, such a him thing to do lmao
dimple - ( @forlix ) fluff, crack, implied sex, crack. frat pres!chan, fuckboy!chan turned doting, college au. sooo chan is a fuckboy and nobody believes he´s acc dating somebody sdjslj this is so cute and fun
unexpected pregnancy - ( @skzophreniic) fluff, lowk angst, very suggestive, idol!chris, pregnancy trope, father-to-be!chris. this one´s so cute and so real tbh, i feel like this would deff be how he would handle the situation. also, him liking the whole pregnant wife look is canon idc
inexperienced - ( @seungisms ) smut, inexperienced!jeongin x experienced!reader. "jeongin has a big dick but doesn´t know how to use it" I BELIVE THIS WITH MY WHOLE CHEST. this was gewd af, i love me a loser bf
push me further, pull me closer - ( @cattolino ) smut, fwb, idol!chan x mua!reader. nottt felix trying to be cupid lmao, i feel like this is something that could be happening at jyp building rn, ik that man is nAWT single
she said she was virgin on vc - ( @jj-one ) smut, virgin gamer!jeongin x gamer f!reader, fake enemies to lovers. THIS IS SOOO !!!!!!!!! my gawddddd, loser virgin gamer i.n stans ASSAMBLE
lamborghini car keys - ( @jj-one ) smut, car sex, idol!bin. CHANGBIN WITH A FUKCING LAMBO ISTG I- dont EVER let that man near me i might just get him prEGNANT. the visulas i got from this JESUSCHRISTTTT, not the tight button up with the slicked back hair lawwdddddd and he´s smooth with it too sTOP
you and your boyfriend have been fucking like rabbits lately, and it seems tonight fares no different.
content info — kim seungmin x afab!reader, 0.7k words, established relationship, smut
content warnings — swearing, explicit sexual content, aforementioned and implied multiple rounds, i think that’s about it?
notes — i hate that this is so short but seungmin has been plaguingggg me so i just had to get smth out :/ smut warnings under the cut! 18+ only, mdni.
smut warnings — unprotected sex (don’t!), creampie, seungmin fucks rough
Fuck, it’s hot.
You’re currently sprawled on your back beneath Seungmin, both of you panting and bare. His hips roll smoothly against yours, a sensation that completely opposes the way he’s harshly fucking you into the sheets, shifting you up the bed with every thrust. Humiliating noise after noise gets pushed out of your chest as his pace begins to grow faster, rougher.
You can hardly move your legs at this point. The two of you’d already gone two rounds before this: once on the couch, once in the shower, and now on the bed. If your brain hadn’t been screwed out long before the second round, you would’ve had half the mind to realize you’ve been fucking like rabbits lately. All you can focus on now, though, is trying your best not to claw his back into ribbons.
“Ah, you’re still s-so tight around me— fuck, baby, feels divine,” he grunts, his voice low and slightly deterred by his heaving breaths. You can only whine in response, arching your hips up in a desperate search for more friction against your clit.
“Min, harder,” you brokenly beg, and who is he but to acquiesce to the woman he loves?
Miraculously, he manages to pound into you even rougher than before, and the increased pace makes his cock feel so deep that you’re dazedly wondering if Seungmin is reaching your ribcage from within.
He pauses to shuffle a bit, allowing you to momentarily regain some coherency as he adjusts to prevent a cramp in his leg, before promptly picking up where he left off. The new angle digs right into that sweet, soft spot tucked away in your walls and it sends stars blooming in your vision as you wail at the onslaught of pleasure.
Seungmin notices the change in pitch of your cries and smirks devilishly, sweat dripping down his temples and trailing over his clenched jawline. “Feelin’ good, doll?” He drawls, punctuating the petname with a slap to one of your breasts. You jolt at the pain that stings oh-so-deliciously and he grunts at how tight you clench around him.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so damn tight—” His thrusts begin to grow erratic, and the once concentrated rhythm of his thighs slapping against the back of your own loses its tempo. His legs begin to shake as his orgasm nears, lower stomach wildly spasming and contracting as he chases his high.
Your eyes are too watery to see how flushed his bare chest is from the exertion, leaving you to only claw at the sheets while tears begin to trickle down your face. He brings a shaky thumb to your clit and you positively wail, thrashing beneath him at the overwhelming stimulation.
“This cock so good it’s got you all dumb and s-stupid, huh?” When you clench and nod harshly in agreement, too gone for words, he whines and falls forward to bury his face in your neck as his hips buck wildly and stutter. “Shit, fuck, coming baby- coming—!”
His thumb is relentless on your sensitive nub, even throughout his dizzying release, and your mind fully blanks out when you come just as you feel his hot seed spill into your constricting walls. He gasps as your orgasm rips through your body, tightly locking every limb while he coaxes you through your peak with gentle thrusts despite the overstimulation it brings.
When you finally flutter down from the high, you realize Seungmin is still inside of you despite having gone soft. He’s peppering light kisses into your neck, murmuring quiet praise as the two of you bask in the afterglow, catching your breaths. You try to wrap your sweaty arms around his neck, but it seems your limbs have gone to goo and they disgracefully flop back to your sides.
“You back with me?” Seungmin hums into your skin, lips pausing from their delicate ministrations as he settles to lay atop you. You grunt at the added weight, poking at his side with a shaky hand. “Yeah, now get off me,” you sniff with playful disdain, wiggling in protest beneath him. “You reek and we need to clean up.”
He pulls back to prop himself up, veiny forearms bulging on either side of your head as he cocks the brow with a slit at you. “Clean up?” He muses, a wicked grin sprawling over his features. Oh, no.
You feel him twitch within you and you swallow; his refractory period is definitely not one to scoff at. His cock twitches within once more as you poorly suppress a whimper, and it begins to properly chub up when you start to squirm. He chuckles and takes hold of your chin, enforcing eye contact that sizzles with tension.
the sunshine twins are just trying to make truman 2.0 but unfortunately, jisung's itching curiosity about seungmin’s girlfriend makes them derail entirely.
MINORS DNI!
wc: 1.8k
a/n: i had so much fun with this! it’s a little different from what i usually do <33 hope you enjoy! again, this is strictly 18+
“felix? are these crackers yours or seungmin’s?”
jisung’s voice rings out from the kitchen, slightly drowned out under the violent crinkle of a bag. he’s supposedly cutting snacks while on a diet, but lately he’s cheating so often it barely counts. who can blame him if he’s noticeably happier?
but if the crackers belong to seungmin, he’d put them back immediately and wouldn’t touch them again with a ten-foot pole. if even one went missing in the bag, seungmin would somehow know. jisung shivered at the thought.
“they’re mine,” felix calls from the living room, eyes still glued to his laptop. “you can bring them over.”
jisung sighs in relief and happily wanders in. he drops onto the couch and swings one leg over the armrest, crackers balanced precariously on his thigh. “what were we doing last time?”
felix closes his laptop shut before diverting his attention to jisung, “redoing the second verse. you said it was dog crap.”
“right, right.” jisung leans closer, reaching for the notebook on the coffee table. “let me see.”
he skims the page and grimaces instantly. he definitely wrote this drunk because he vaguely remembers thinking the rhyming went hard.
unfortunately, jisung also knows at least seventy percent of this session is going to be spent talking shit and staring at videos of buff men before anything remotely productive happens. explaining the latter to chan last time was an awkward conversation.
jisung paused. “where the hell is he, by the way?”
felix furrows his eyebrows. “who?”
“seungmin.” another cracker disappeared into jisung’s mouth. “is he out, right now? usually he sits out here on this phone or something.”
“he’s in his room. his girlfriend’s over.”
jisung freezes mid-chew, staring at felix.
one eyebrow slowly creeps up.
felix added, “he said he didn’t wanna bother us while we were working.”
“oh,” jisung says slowly. “okay. interesting.”
his eyes stay on the lyrics in front of him, but his brain very much does not.
“you know,” he says, voice dropping in case seungmin could hear him through the closed door down the short hallway, “i haven’t even met her yet.”
felix snorts, taking the notebook out of jisung's hands. “yeah. that checks out.”
jisung watches felix skim over the lyrics they’ve scribbled down, his eyebrows knitting together. felix is clearly trying not to get derailed. jisung, on the other hand, is already gone.
jisung sits up straighter, his voice jumping up an octave. “look, it’s not even like i want to pry! i just want proof she exists. seungmin’s not above claiming he has a girlfriend just to get out of hanging out with us.”
jisung quickly looked around realising he must’ve been much louder than he should’ve been. seungmin did have ears like a hawk.
“i don’t even know what she looks like,” jisung adds, quieter now. “sometimes i fully think he made her up.”
felix sighs and leans back, staring up at the ceiling for a second. funnily enough, he can’t even blame jisung for thinking this way.
“i assume you’ve seen her,” jisung adds. “considering she’s literally in your house.”
“yeah.” felix looks back down. “i have.”
“and?” jisung presses, scooting closer on the couch. “what’s the vibe.”
“she’s pretty,” felix continues, struggling a little to describe someone he hasn’t seen much. “smiles a lot. i’ve tried saying hi before.”
jisung perks up immediately. “but?”
“she looks like she wants to say hi back,” felix says. “but then seungmin always swoops in before any of us can get a word out.”
jisung’s mouth gapes as he stares down.
“do you think he’s just ashamed of us?”
felix doesn’t even hesitate. “oh, absolutely.”
“that’s so rude.” jisung says, “i’m great with people.”
felix raises an eyebrow.
“i can be nice,” jisung insists angrily, shoving another cracker into his mouth. “and i would try for her! i love seungmin, it’s not like i wanna embarrass him!”
“yeah, but you know how he is,” felix says, leaning back with a sigh.
they both look at the seungmin’s bedroom door in silence.
“let’s get back to work,” felix says, already glancing toward the hallway. “they’re gonna hear us talking about them.”
jisung huffs but grabs a pen anyway, slouching back into the couch. he leans over so they’re both looking at the notebook, the same page full of half-baked rhymes.
they stare at it.
felix squints. “this line still sucks.”
“yeah,” jisung mutters, scratching it off with the pen. “i hate it.”
another beat passes.
“…what do you even think they’re doing in there?” jisung whispers.
felix exhales through his nose and drags a hand over his face.
“i’m just saying,” jisung continues, clearly not stopping. “are they even talking to each other right now?”
felix flips the notebook closed a little harder than necessary. “i swear, you cannot focus for five minutes.”
“yeah, i can,” jisung fires back immediately. “you should see me with chan and changbin. laser focused. maybe you’re the problem.”
“no, i’m not. it’s the fact that i’m roommates with the one guy in our band who has a girlfriend right now. and you’re just fucking nosy.”
“yes, i’m nosy,” jisung says without shame. “of course i’m nosy. i mean,” he adds, lowering his voice, “out of all of us, kim seungmin?”
felix lets out a laugh despite himself. he’s fully aware that he’s about to become the problem, because unfortunately, he's just as interested as jisung at this point.
“to answer your question,” felix says, rubbing his temple, “i don’t know what they’re doing in there. i don’t know what they do half the time.”
jisung perks up immediately.
“but i came home once,” felix continues, “and they were on the couch. right where we are.”
“oh?” jisung’s eyebrows wiggle, a slow and devilish grin spreading across his face.
felix immediately holds up a hand. “they were watching some historical romance drama. like swords and people dying in hanbok. and you’d think maybe,” felix goes on, “netflix and chill. right?”
jisung nods eagerly.
“but no,” felix says. “i walk in and his hand is behind her. on the backrest. not even touching her.”
jisung’s smile drops instantly.
“where the hell are we,” jisung sputters, looking genuinely offended, “the 1800s?!”
felix shrugs. “hey, maybe the show got to him. put him in a whole mindset. like touching a woman is suddenly frowned upon or something.”
jisung stares at the wall.
“anyway, for all i know, he’s never had sex with her.” felix waves a hand like he’s already done thinking about it. “i’m usually good at guessing that stuff. if you can’t picture them doing it, they haven’t done it.”
“she probably hasn’t even seen him naked.” jisung mutters under his breath.
felix snorts. “hell, even i barely see him naked. he goes into the bathroom fully clothed and comes out the same after a shower. meanwhile, i’m out here trying to remember where i put my fucking boxers.”
jisung nods aggressively in agreement, “when we were all living together, i swear i saw chan’s dick swinging around more than i saw seungmin’s wrist.”
felix grimaces immediately. “god, that’s disturbing.”
jisung says, “i’m just saying, comparatively, seungmin’s basically a myth.”
felix shakes his head, rubbing at his face.
“…still,” jisung adds, voice softening just a little, “good for him though. he deserves it.”
felix nods immediately. “yeah. he really does. he’s loyal and he’s the most emotionally stable out of all of us i’d say.”
“if kim seungmin loves you, you’re set for life.”
they fall quiet for a second.
then jisung’s eyes drift back down to the notebook still sitting between them, pages full of crossed-out lines.
“…speaking of which,” he says slowly, tapping the paper, “we should probably ask him about this.”
felix follows his gaze, a bit of fear on his face. “why would we do that.”
“because,” jisung says, already standing up, “he’s good at lyrics and we’re clearly stuck.”
felix sighs. “he’s ashamed of us, remember?”
jisung scoffs immediately. “i don’t believe that for a second.”
he leans down closer to felix.
“and also, i wanna meet her!” jisung whisper-yells. “if anything, this is our chance. what better excuse to pop in than work?”
felix looks unconvinced.
“he was nice enough to give us the living room,” jisung continues. “who’s to say he’d be against giving us five minutes of help?”
felix squinted as he contemplated hard, weighing his options. jisung could only look at him hopefully.
“fuck it,” felix slaps his palm on his thigh. “let’s go.”
jisung lit up, launched to his feet and scurried quietly as the pair crept toward the hallway. the door to seungmin’s room loomed at the end of the hall.
when they reached it, felix glanced at jisung and raised his brows. nodded once. you knock.
jisung shook his head violently. you do it. he nodded at felix.
felix exhaled, staring at the door. then, very slowly, he lifted his hand.
and froze when he heard bedsprings creak, once, then again.
felix blinked. turned to look at jisung.
jisung had already stopped breathing
a second later, they heard a feminine moan that was muffled by something. a hand, a pillow, you name it.
felix’s hand dropped back to his side.
then, like telepathy, they both turned on their heels and bolted silently back down the hallway, not speaking, not breathing, not thinking until they’d reached the safety of the living room and flung themselves back onto opposite sides of the couch like they’d just outrun death.
jisung’s face was pale. felix looked ill.
neither of them spoke for a long time. if they knew seungmin and his girlfriend were clearly... preoccupied, they wouldn’t have worried so much about being overheard.
jisung finally blinked and cleared his throat, voice barely above a whisper. “um. we should just...do this without him.”
felix nodded, once, stiff. then swallowed. “yeah, good idea.”
they both turned back to the notebook between them.
the room was then so silent they started hearing the bed squeaking again. it was only audible if you were actively focusing or standing at the door. but once you knew what to listen for you couldn’t unhear it.
jisung closed his eyes trying to drown out the sound.
felix groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “god, no wonder he’s so calm all the time” he complains, letting his head fall back against the couch. “he’s been nutting regularly.”
another faint creak from down the hall, making felix shut his eyes as well, “i mean… it makes sense. look at him. his skin is clear, his sleep schedule’s perfect, always composed.”
“i need that.” jisung muttered, “i just need whatever they’re doing in there.” he gestured vaguely toward the hallway. “i need someone to do that with me. regularly with a deep emotional connection and heavenly orgasms.”
felix nodded, almost solemn. “same. i think i’m going to explode. i haven’t been touched in weeks.”
another beat of silence passed.
and then they both slowly turned to look at each other.
their faces morphed at the same time into mirrored expressions of horror.
felix pointed at him. “don’t look at me like that!”
“you looked first!”
felix grabbed the nearest cushion and shoved it between them. “this conversation is over. never again.”
“good.”
“good.”
“and if chan asks us why we got no work done, we'll say we lost track of time...” jisung said slowly, “watching videos of buff men.”
Tags: Smut, oral sex (m, f receiving), unprotected sex, truth or dare, group sex (gangbang), double penetration, creampie, cum-eating, face sitting, throat fucking, fingering, overstimulation, power dynamics (light dom/sub), consensual group sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, hair pulling, nipple play, praise kink, breeding kink, alcohol consumption, aftercare, MDNI
Word count: 4.5k
Summary: A raging Jeju snowstorm traps you in a cozy cabin with the members of Stray Kids—your pre-debut friends who’ve just finished shooting their final SKZ-CODE for the year. What starts as a tipsy game of truth or dare explodes when you throw down the ultimate challenge: “Take turns eating my pussy… or drink.” You expect laughter, blushing, frantic chugs. Instead Minho crawls between your thighs first, rips your leggings and panties down, spreads you wide, and buries his face in your dripping cunt like he’s been starving for years. One by one they follow— But that’s only the beginning; The dare ends, but the night doesn’t.
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
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You arrived at the cabin in Jeju just as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air crisp with the promise of winter. You'd been vacationing nearby on the island when Jisung's text lit up your phone:
"We just wrapped up the shoot! Staff is gone, wanna come hang? I’ll drop the pin, so just bring snacks if you're close"
You were close, closer than they probably realized and you didn't hesitate. Grabbing bags of takeout from a local spot (fried chicken, tteokbokki, and plenty of sides) plus a couple bottles of soju and beer, you drove over in the rental car, the winding roads lined with tangerine orchards now bare in the late December chill.
The cabin was a cozy, modern rental nestled in the hills with big windows overlooking the sea—though tonight, dark clouds were rolling in fast. When you knocked, the door flew open to reveal a grinning Han Jisung, his cheeks flushed from the day's filming.
"You came! And with food? You're the best!" He pulled you inside, and the rest of the boys erupted in cheers from the living room. Chan waved from the couch, Minho smirked from where he lounged against the wall, Changbin pumped his fist in the air, Hyunjin called out your name dramatically, Felix's deep voice boomed a happy "Mate!". Seungmin clapped politely with a teasing grin, and Jeongin bounced over to help with the bags.
They'd just finished shooting episodes for SKZ CODE "Holiday House" as Chan explained while everyone dug into the food spread out on the low table. The staff had packed up and headed to their own accommodations hours ago, leaving the eight of them to unwind. You fit right in, as always; their longtime friend who'd been around since pre-debut days, close enough for inside jokes but not part of the idol chaos full-time. The takeout disappeared quickly, washed down with drinks, laughter echoing as they recounted funny moments from the shoot: Minho's deadpan reactions to games, Changbin's over-the-top energy and Jeongin's accidental chaos.
As the night deepened, the weather turned. Wind howled outside, and fat snowflakes began swirling against the windows—a rare snowstorm for Jeju, turning the island into a white blur.
"Looks like we're snowed in," Chan said with a laugh, topping off everyone's glasses. The fire in the hearth crackled, making the cabin feel even more isolated and intimate. Someone, probably Jisung, suggested truth or dare to pass the time, and the game started innocently enough with everyone sitting in a loose circle on the plush rugs and cushions, empty bottles and wrappers pushed aside.
At first, it was silly truths: embarrassing stories from trainee days, crushes they'd had, favorite foods. Dares were tame; Changbin had to rap in a high-pitched voice, Hyunjin dramatically recited poetry to a houseplant, Felix did his best impression of Minho's cat-like glare. But as the soju flowed and everyone got buzzed, the vibe shifted. Their usual playful flirting ramped up to Jisung leaning into Minho with exaggerated winks, Changbin flexing and teasing Hyunjin about his "pretty boy" status, Seungmin sarcastically complimenting Jeongin's "maknae charm" while ruffling his hair like he wasn't a maknae himself. The alcohol loosened tongues, and the dares got flirtier: kisses on cheeks, lap-sitting, whispered "secrets" that had everyone howling.
Then Minho, ever the instigator, leaned back with that sharp grin and declared, "Truths are boring. From now on, it's dares only—or drink."
No one argued; the energy in the room was electric, the storm outside raging harder, blanketing everything in white and trapping you all in this warm bubble.
The dares escalated quickly after that. You watched, amused and a little tipsy yourself, as they pushed boundaries in their chaotic, affectionate way, until it was your turn again. You'd been playing menace all night, daring them to things that made half the group chug their drinks to opt out. Now, with the buzz humming in your veins and a wicked idea sparking, you looked around the circle at their flushed faces, eyes bright with a reckless challenge.
“Alright, boys. I dare all of you, as a group, to take turns eating my pussy. Right here. Or chug if you’re too scared.”
The room froze. Jaws dropped, eyes widened. Jisung choked on his drink, sputtering. “What the—wait, you’re serious?”
Felix’s freckles stood out against his reddening cheeks, his mouth agape.
Hyunjin laughed nervously, “Come on, that’s… we’ve been friends forever, this is insane.”
Changbin rubbed his neck, glancing around. “No way, right? That’s crossing a line.”
Seungmin shook his head, mumbling, “B-but friends don’t… do that.”
Jeongin looked mortified, hiding his face.
Even Chan, the steady leader, blinked in shock. “Whoa, hold up. You sure about this? We’ve never…”
Minho just watched, a slow smile creeping up.
You laughed, egging them on, not expecting a single one to bite. It was a power play, a way to make them all drink and declare you the winner. “What, all these big bad idols scared of a little dare? Come on, we’ve shared dorms, secrets—hell, I’ve seen half of you in your underwear during sleepovers. But fine, chug away. Cowards.”
Silence stretched, broken only by the wind howling outside. They shifted uncomfortably, exchanging glances. No one moved for a drink. Then Minho chuckled, low and dangerous, setting his bottle down.
“Fuck it. I’m no coward.” He crawled forward on hands and knees, his gaze locked on yours, predatory.
The others gasped “Minho, what?!” from Jisung, a wide-eyed stare from Felix. But Minho didn’t hesitate, kneeling between your legs.
“You asked for it, you menace. Spread ’em.”
Your heart pounded, shock mirroring theirs. You hadn’t thought anyone would actually… but the challenge in his eyes sparked something filthy in you. The room watched, breath held, as Minho’s hands slid up your thighs, hooking into the waistband of your leggings.
“Lift your hips,” he murmured, voice husky. You did, dazed, and he tugged them down slowly, exposing your panties inch by inch. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver. He peeled the leggings off completely, tossing them aside, then traced a finger along the damp cotton.
“Already wet? Dirty girl.” With a grin, he slipped your panties down, baring your pussy to the room. The boys stared, some shifting in their seats, pants tenting subtly.
Minho dove in without preamble, but he didn’t rush; his tongue flat and hot, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. “Taste so fucking good,” he growled against you, the vibration making you gasp.
He was relentless, a menace like you: sucking your clit hard, then teasing with flicks, his hands spreading you wider. You felt exposed, electric, the years of platonic tension shattering as pleasure coiled tight. The others watched hungrily—Jisung biting his lip, hand palming himself; Hyunjin whispering to Felix, who flushed deeper; Chan adjusting his jeans, eyes dark.
You moaned, fingers tangling in Minho’s hair, but he pulled back after a minute, smirking, your arousal glistening on his chin. “Who’s next? Don’t make her wait.”
Chan was the next to move. He stood in one fluid motion, his long fingers hooking under the hem of your sweater. “Up,” he ordered, his voice rough.
You let him pull you to your feet, let him guide you to the couch where he sat, legs spread, his dark eyes burning into you. “Sit on my face,” he said, not a request, not a question. A command.
The others crowded around, watching, their breaths shallow, their eyes glued to you as you straddled Chan’s chest, your knees on either side of his head. His hands gripped your thighs, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he looked up at you, his lips curved in a smirk. “You sure about this?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you shifted forward, the heat of his breath ghosting over your exposed skin. The cool air hit your bare glistening pussy, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Chan’s mouth when he dragged his tongue up your slit, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring you.
“Fuck,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair.
He hummed against you, the vibration making your hips jerk. His tongue circled your clit, teasing, before he sucked it between his lips, his cheeks hollowing. The sounds you made were obscene, whimpers and moans and his name, spilled from your lips like a prayer. His fingers joined the assault, two of them sliding inside you with a curl that had your back arching, your thighs trembling. He fucked you with his fingers while his tongue worked your clit, relentless, until you were riding his face, your hips rolling in desperate, needy circles.
“Chan—fuck—” Your orgasm crashed over you, sudden and brutal, your body locking up as pleasure tore through you. He didn’t stop, licking you through it, his tongue softening as your tremors subsided.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were glossy with you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk knowing. “Next.”
You barely had time to catch your breath before hands were on you, lifting you, turning you. Hyunjin was there, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he pushed you onto your back on the couch, your legs draped over his shoulders. He didn’t waste time. His mouth was on you before you could even process the shift, his tongue flat and hot as he dragged it from your entrance to your clit, over and over, like he was memorizing the taste of you.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. His fingers joined his mouth, stretching you, filling you, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. The others watched, their breaths ragged, their cocks straining against their pants. Hyunjin was good, too good, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing your clit just enough to make you whine.
“Hyunjin—please—” Your fingers clawed at the couch cushions, your hips lifting off the seat as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly. The second orgasm hit you harder, your vision whiting out as you came with a broken cry, your thighs clamping around his head.
He pulled back with a satisfied groan, licking his lips. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
You were boneless, trembling, but the game wasn’t over. Hands hauled you up, turned you, bent you over the arm of the couch. Seungmin’s voice was a dark whisper in your ear. “My turn.”
His touch was different; softer, almost reverent, as his fingers traced the curve of your soft ass before dipping between your thighs. You were dripping, your arousal slick on your skin, and when he knelt behind you, his breath hot against your pussy, you could feel his smirk.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his thumbs spreading you open. “All swollen and needy.” Then his tongue was on you, long and slow strokes that had you moaning into the couch. He took his time, savoring you, his fingers teasing your entrance before sliding inside, his palm pressing against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. The angle was perfect, his mouth sealing over your clit as his fingers hit that spot inside you, and you came with a sob, your body shuddering, your fingers gripping the couch so hard your knuckles turned white.
Seungmin pulled back with a groan, his lips glistening. “God, I could do this all night.”
But the others were impatient. Jisung was next, his usual playfulness replaced by a hunger that made your stomach clench. He didn’t even bother with the couch. He dropped to his knees right there on the floor, his hands on your hips as he pulled you to the edge of the seat, your legs over his shoulders. His mouth was everywhere—licking, sucking, his tongue spearing into you before dragging up to circle your clit. He was relentless, his fingers pumping into you as his tongue worked you over, his free hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise.
“Jisung—fuck—” Your voice was raw, your body coiled tight as another orgasm built, crashing over you as he sucked your clit between his lips, his fingers curling inside you. You came with a cry, your back arching, your hands fisting in his hair.
He pulled back, panting, his face flushed, his lips swollen. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “That was—”
“Come here.” Changbin’s voice was rough, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you toward him. He didn’t bother to be gentle. He spun you around, pushing you onto your knees on the couch, your ass in the air. His hands were on your hips, his mouth hot against your pussy before you could even process the shift.
Changbin was rough; his tongue thrusting into you, his teeth grazing your clit, his fingers stretching you as he fucked you with his mouth. The sounds he made—groans and growls, like he was starving—sent a fresh wave of heat through you. His fingers crooked inside you, hitting that spot over and over as his tongue lashed your clit, and you came with a broken moan, your body trembling, your fingers clawing at the couch cushions.
When he pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes dark. “Fuck, I need more.”
Felix was already there, his hands replacing Changbin’s on your hips, his mouth taking over. Where Changbin had been rough, Felix was slow; his tongue dragging through your folds, his lips sealing over your clit as he sucked gently, his fingers sliding inside you with a slow, deliberate curl. The contrast had you whimpering, your body oversensitive, every flick of his tongue sending sparks through you. He took his time, worshipping you with his mouth until you were trembling, your orgasm building slow and deep, crashing over you as he sucked your clit, his fingers pressing just right inside you.
You collapsed onto the couch, boneless, your skin slick with sweat, your breath coming in ragged gasps. But the night was far from over. Chan was there again, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you up, his mouth crashing onto yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh
Jeongin finally came last, nudged forward by encouraging murmurs. “Hyung… I don’t know if I—” But his eyes were glued to your pussy, and he knelt, hands shaky on your thighs. “We’ve known noona since I was a kid, basically. This is crazy, but… I want it.” His tongue was tentative at first, wide sweeps that grew confident, lapping hungrily as he found his rhythm. “Tastes amazing,” he mumbled, blushing furiously. His fingers gripped your ass, squeezing as he buried deeper, tongue thrusting in exploratory pumps.
His hands were warm, reverent, sliding up your body to push the sweater and bralette up fully, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He cupped them, thumbs circling your nipples as he leaned in, breath ghosting over your aching cunt. His tongue delved in deep, broad and reassuring, lapping up every drop with hungry groans. He sucked your clit rhythmically, then slipped two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against that spot that made you see white.
“That’s it noona, feel me—cum for me, yeah? All over my mouth.” He pumped them steadily, scissoring and thrusting while his tongue flicked relentlessly. The build was overwhelming, your body tensing as the others watched, stroking themselves to the sight. Pleasure crashed over you like the storm outside, your release gushing onto Jeongin’s tongue, his fingers milking every pulse as he hummed approvingly, lapping it all up greedily.
He pulled back slowly, lips shiny, eyes dark with satisfaction. “Wow...”
Minho licked his lips slowly, voice rough. “Your dare’s done… but I don't think the boys are.”
He glanced around the circle, then back at you. You were still trembling from the last wave of overstimulation, thighs slick and shaking, when Minho’s words hung heavy in the heated air.
“Question is,” he said, crawling forward again, “who gets to fuck you first?”
Eight cocks strained against fabric or were already freed, heavy and leaking, the room thick with the scent of arousal and the crackle of the fire. No one spoke for a second; the only sound was your ragged breathing and the storm battering the windows.
Then Chan—steady, commanding Chan—stood up, shrugging off his hoodie in one motion. His chest was broad, skin flushed, cock curving thick, long and hard against his stomach. He didn’t ask. He simply stepped forward, knelt between your spread legs, and dragged the blunt head of his dick through your soaked folds, coating himself in the mess they’d all made of you.
“Me,” he said, voice low, eyes locked on yours. “I’m taking her first.”
No one argued. They knew the hierarchy even in chaos.
Chan pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust—stretching you open around his girth until your back arched off the cushions and a broken cry tore from your throat. He bottomed out with a guttural groan, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, pulling back only to slam in again, deeper, harder. The wet sound of him fucking into you echoed obscenely, your pussy still swollen and sensitive from eight mouths. Every drag of his cock lit you up from the inside.
Minho moved behind you, sliding in to cradle your upper body against his chest. He tilted your head back with a fist in your hair and claimed your mouth in a filthy kiss, tongue stroking yours, swallowing every moan Chan punched out of you. His free hand pinched and rolled your nipples until you were whining into his mouth.
Chan set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Look at them,” he growled against your ear when Minho finally let you breathe. “Look how hard they are watching me ruin this pretty pussy.”
You forced your eyes open. The sight nearly undid you.
Changbin was stroking himself slowly and tightly, veins standing out on his forearm. Hyunjin had two fingers in his mouth, sucking them wet before sliding them down to tease his own hole, eyes glassy. Jisung was on his knees, jerking off fast and desperate, pre-cum dripping onto the rug. Felix’s deep voice rumbled filthy praise in his deep Australian accent as he palmed his thick length. Seungmin watched with that cool, mocking smirk, lazily twisting his hand over the head of his unbelievably long cock. Jeongin—sweet Innie—was flushed crimson, stroking himself with shy, frantic motions, lips parted.
Chan angled his hips and hit that spot inside you that made your vision white out. “Time to come, baby girl” he ordered, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. “Show them how good you take it.”
At his command, you shattered clenching hard around him, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his thighs as you screamed into Minho’s shoulder. Chan fucked you through it, pace stuttering, then buried himself deep and came with a low, prolonged groan, pulsing hot inside you.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum start to leak from your stretched hole, and smirked. “Can you keep going baby?.”
You nodded, whimpering at the thought of the rest of them fucking you dumb in the name of this reckless dare.
Minho didn’t wait for an invitation. He flipped you onto your hands and knees in one smooth motion, chest pressed to your back, cock already nudging at your entrance and sliding easily through the mess Chan left. He sank in to the hilt in one thrust, the new angle making you sob.
“Greedy little thing,” he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing skin. “Already full of cum and still sucking me in.”
He fucked you rough and fast, hips snapping, one hand wrapped around your throat lightly, while the other rubbed messy circles over your clit. Every thrust pushed Chan’s cum deeper, then dragged it back out in filthy strings that dripped down your thighs.
Changbin crawled in front of you, cock flushed dark and heavy. “Open,” he grunted.
You did, and he fed himself into your mouth, his cock thick and salty, stretching your jaw. You moaned around him as Minho pounded into you from behind, the vibration making Changbin curse and fist your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
They found a rhythm—Minho driving into your pussy, Changbin fucking your throat—until you were nothing but sensation, drooling and clenching and trembling between them.
One by one, they took you apart.
Hyunjin laid beneath you, sliding in slow and deep while Jisung pressed in from behind—your first double penetration, both of them moving in tandem until you were sobbing from overstimulation and pleasure.
Felix lifted you effortlessly, bouncing you on his cock while you rode him reverse, Jeongin stepping in to fill your mouth again.
Seungmin last, and the most patient, pulled you down onto the plush rug and fucked you gentle and deep on the floor with your legs wrapped tightly around him, whispering how pretty you were, how good you felt, until he came with a soft cry and a shudder.
By the end, you were wrecked. You lay boneless on the rug, chest heaving, skin sticky with layers of cum—yours and theirs—drying in streaks across your thighs, stomach, breasts. your pussy swollen and gaping slightly, leaking a filthy mix of eight loads that pooled beneath you on the plush fabric. Your voice was gone, reduced to hoarse whimpers, every nerve raw and singing.
They hovered close, stroking your hair, your arms, murmuring gentle praise while someone fetched warm, damp towels. But Chan hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch the entire time. He’d watched everything, how each of the boys took you after he did, with his eyes dark, jaw tight, and hand occasionally palming himself.
Now, as the others began to settle into aftercare mode, he finally stood. Quiet, deliberate steps brought him to you. The room stilled again; they all felt the shift.
He knelt between your legs without a word, hands gentle on your knees as he parted them wider. You really were a mess, your pussy glistening and puffy, with their cum still slowly oozing out, and he looked at it like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Then he lowered his head.
The first slow lick had you gasping, oversensitive and trembling. Chan didn’t dive in greedily; he cleaned you with careful, reverent strokes of his tongue, lapping up the thick mix of the others’ releases, swallowing it down like it was nothing, like it was an honor. He traced every fold, dipped inside to scoop out more, sucked softly at your entrance until you were clean and shining with only his spit.
A low groan rippled through the room. Minho’s hand tightened on his own thigh, cock already twitching back to life. Hyunjin bit his lip, eyes hooded. Changbin muttered a rough “fuck,” shifting closer. Even Jeongin, flushed and spent, couldn’t look away.
Chan hummed softly against you, the vibration gentle, soothing. He wasn’t trying to get you off—he was taking care of you, easing the ache, tasting every drop of evidence that you’d been thoroughly claimed by his members. His tongue circled your clit in lazy, feather-light patterns, never pressing too hard, just enough to keep you floating in warm sparks.
You whimpered his name, fingers threading weakly into his hair. “Chan… please…”
He lifted his head, lips wet and swollen, eyes searching yours. “You’re too sensitive, baby girl. I don’t want to hurt you.”
But your hips rolled toward him instinctively, needy despite the exhaustion. “Please. Need you inside me. Just you.”
Something tender and fierce flashed across his face. He glanced once at the others who were watching with rapt attention, all half-hard again, and then back to you. With infinite care, he gathered you up, lifting you into his arms like you weighed nothing, and carried you back to the couch. He sat back against the cushions, settling you over him, your thighs trembling as they straddled his hips.
He guided himself to your still slick entrance and let you sink down slowly, inch by inch. The stretch was perfect, gentle, deep; he filled you without the brutal force of the first round when he took you, letting every raw nerve ending light up in soft, electric bliss. You clung to his shoulders, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in as he bottomed out with a shaky exhale.
Then he moved; slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, grinding up into you, hands steady on your waist. Each thrust dragged the head of his cock over that spot inside you with devastating precision, building a different kind of heat: warm, deep, intimate. You felt every ridge of him, every pulse, as he fucked you like he had all the time in the world.
The others watched in silence, the room thick with tension again. Minho’s breathing grew heavier, his hand drifting back to his cock without thinking. Jisung’s eyes were glued to where Chan disappeared inside you over and over. Hyunjin whispered something filthy under his breath.
Chan’s lips brushed your ear, voice soft but steady. “You’re so beautiful like this. Took all of us so well… and still feel perfect around me.”
You moaned, nails digging into his back as the pleasure coiled tighter, sweeter than before. He kept that slow, deep rhythm, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, the other guiding your hips. When you started to shake, he locked eyes over your shoulder—directly with Minho—and thrust up harder once, twice, grinding against your clit.
“Come for me,” he whispered, gaze never leaving Minho’s. “One more time. Let them see how pretty you fall apart for me again.”
The intensity of it—the quiet command, the shared look, the way Chan claimed this final moment—sent you over. You came with a broken cry, clenching hard around him, waves of pleasure so deep they felt endless. Your hand flung out blindly, searching, and found Minho’s—fingers intertwining desperately as you shuddered and sobbed through it, grounding yourself on both of them.
“Fuck—” Minho cursed loudly, voice ragged, grip tightening on your hand like he was the one coming undone.
Chan followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling with a soft, trembling moan against your neck.
For a long moment, no one moved. Then the others closed in—hands gentle again, towels and water and quiet murmurs—wrapping you in warmth as the fire crackled low.
Minho pressed a kiss to your temple, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Best dare ever.”
You hummed, utterly spent, drifting in the tangle of eight bodies curled protectively around you and Chan on the wide couch.
The storm had quieted outside. Inside, the night still held its breath… but for now, you were safe, spent, and tomorrow you would all worry about the consequences.
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PAIRING: Bangchan! x F!Reader (established relationship) + OT5 Group Smut (with Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Han Jisung)
WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, explicit smut, polyamory/group sex, consensual sharing, double vaginal penetration, oral sex (giving/receiving/multiple), overstimulation, squirting, cum play (facials, creampies), rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, light BDSM elements (hair pulling, light choking implied), aftercare.
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
SUMMARY: You've been dating Chan for almost three years, and your relationship is built on trust, passion, and exploring fantasies together. When you both decide to invite your closest friends—Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Han—for a night of shared secrets in a luxurious hotel suite, the boundaries blur in the best way. What begins as provocative foreplay evolves into an intense and overwhelming group experience, filled with overstimulation and pure desire. But in the end, Chan is there to remind you that you belong to him.
You've been Chan's girlfriend for almost three years, and your relationship has been a whirlwind of raw passion and absolute trust. You've explored fantasies together, from wild solo nights to confessions about including others—specifically, his closest members: Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Han. "Only if it really excites you, baby," Chan told you once, while his fingers traced patterns on your bare skin after an intense session. "And always with rules: safeword 'red' to stop everything, and I'll be there guiding." You nodded then, the heat of the idea igniting something deep within you, and now, this night in the hotel suite during their tour, it's time to make it a reality. You know they've all talked about it, that the consent is mutual and enthusiastic, and that only makes your pulse race faster.
You enter the suite, the air charged with a scent of vanilla mixed with the fresh sweat from the concert they've just performed. The room is a paradise of luxury: panoramic views of the nighttime city twinkling through enormous windows, an L-shaped sofa that invites sinking into it, and a king-size bed in the center, with silk sheets that promise to slide against hot bodies. Chan greets you with that wolfish smile that always undoes you, his body still vibrating with post-stage adrenaline. He hugs you by the waist, pulling you against his firm chest, and his lips brush your ear.
-You're here, love. Ready to make this unforgettable?- You nod, already feeling the pulse between your legs, and he adds in a hoarse whisper.
-Remember, 'red' and we stop. But I know you're going to love every second.
The others are scattered around the room, relaxed but with a palpable tension in the air. Minho reclines on the sofa, his feline eyes fixed on you with that playful gaze that always promises mischief; Changbin stands by the window, his muscles tense under his tight t-shirt, flexing subtly as if already imagining using them on you; Hyunjin leans against the wall, biting his lower lip with that ethereal grace that makes him seem like a fallen god; and Han sits on the edge of the bed, nervous but excited, his fingers drumming on his knees. There are no awkward chats—everyone knows why you're here, and the familiarity of being close friends (you've hung out with them before, shared movie nights and drunken confessions) makes the jump to the physical feel natural, inevitable.
Chan guides you to the sofa, sitting you in the center, and settles beside you, his hand already resting on your inner thigh, slowly climbing under your skirt while he kisses your neck.
-You look so fucking sexy tonight,- he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine . Minho slides to your other side, his leg brushing yours intentionally, and his hand joins Chan's, tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin of your thigh.
-Hyung is right,- says Minho with that deep, teasing voice, -but I want to see you blush more. Can I touch?- You nod, the heat growing in your core, and his fingers climb higher, brushing the edge of your panties, already feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric.
Changbin doesn't wait for an invitation; he kneels in front of you, his large hands spreading your knees with gentleness but firmness, exposing you a bit more.
-Smelling you already gets me hard as a rock,- he growls, leaning in to kiss the inside of your thighs, his tongue licking a slow line upward, stopping just before your center. Hyunjin moves behind the sofa, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling gently to expose your neck, and kisses the curve of your jaw:
-Relax into us, noona. We're going to make you feel so good.- Han, not wanting to be left out, joins Changbin on the floor, his hands massaging your calves as they climb, joining the sensory assault.
Chan's kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth with familiar hunger, savoring every moan that escapes your lips while Minho finally slides a finger under your panties, brushing your swollen clit.
-Fuck, you're soaked already,- murmurs Minho, his finger circling slowly, collecting your wetness and spreading it. You think about how exposed you feel, surrounded by them, but that only fuels the fire—your body responds with a pulse of desire, your hips moving instinctively toward his touch. Changbin pulls your panties down, exposing you completely, and his hot breath blows against your center.
-Look at this pretty pussy, dripping for us. I want to taste.
Hyunjin pulls harder on your hair, guiding your head back so Chan can kiss your throat, while Han joins Changbin, their tongues alternately licking your inner thighs, getting closer but not touching yet.
-Tell them what you want, babe,- orders Chan, his hand climbing to pinch your nipple through your shirt, hardening it instantly.
-I want... your mouths,- you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation. Minho laughs low.
-Good girl. But we're going to take our time with you.
The clothes start to become unnecessary. Chan removes your shirt with a fluid movement, exposing your bra, and Minho unclasps it skillfully, freeing your breasts. Changbin takes one in his mouth immediately, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the nipple while he bites just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through you.
-They taste so fucking good,- he growls against your skin, saliva leaving a shiny trail. Hyunjin does the same with the other, his soft lips contrasting with the intense suction, while his fingers pull on your hair to keep you arched.
You feel the wetness dripping down your thighs now, and Han can't resist anymore: he slides a finger into your entrance, pumping slowly, curling it to brush that sensitive spot inside you.
-You're so tight, noona. Imagine when we all fill you.- You moan louder, the sound muffled by Chan's kiss, who now bites your lower lip.
-That's it, moan for us. We want to hear how slutty you get.- Minho adds a second finger, joining Han, stretching you while their thumbs rub your clit in tandem, the rhythm accelerating gradually, building a pressure that makes you writhe.
Changbin moves lower, replacing the fingers with his tongue, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking with greed.
-Fuck, you taste like paradise. So sweet and sticky, I'm going to devour you.
Hyunjin releases your hair to join in, his tongue licking alongside Changbin's, their mouths colliding in a dirty kiss over your center, sharing your flavor. You think about how obscene it is—two mouths devouring you at the same time, fluids sliding down their chins—and that only pushes you closer to the edge.
Chan watches, his hard cock pressing against your hip through his pants.
-Look how they're eating you, baby. You're going to come soon, aren't you?- You nod, panting, and Minho speeds up his fingers.
-Come for us, soak their faces with your juice.- The orgasm hits you like a wave, your body convulsing, juices squirting into Changbin and Hyunjin's mouths, who lick every drop with guttural moans.
-Good girl,- praises Chan, kissing you deeply while you still tremble.
Without pause, Changbin grabs your hips, turning you forcefully to put you on all fours on the sofa, your ass exposed and trembling from the residual climax.
-Now I'm going to fuck you for real,- he growls, positioning himself behind you while the others prepare to join.
With the echo of your orgasm still vibrating in your body, Changbin doesn't waste time: his large hands grip your hips with brute force, digging his fingers into your skin while he positions you on all fours on the sofa, your ass raised and exposed, still dripping from the saliva mixed with your juices from Hyunjin and Changbin's mouths. You feel the cool air against your sensitive center, but the heat of his thick cock pressing against your entrance makes you arch your back instinctively, wanting more.
-Fuck, look at this ass trembling for me,- growls Changbin, his voice hoarse and loaded with lust while he rubs the head of his member along your soaked slit, collecting your wetness to lubricate himself.
-You're going to take every inch of my thick cock. I'm going to stretch you until you beg.
He thrusts in all at once, not gently but with a powerful thrust that fills you completely, his thick length stretching your inner walls to the limit, hitting deep in one single movement. The stretch burns a little at first, but it transforms into pure pleasure, your juices splashing around him with the impact.
-Shit, you're so tight, like a hot vice sucking my cock,- he moans, pulling out almost completely only to thrust back in, the obscene sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each thrust is rough, his hips slamming against your ass with force, making your breasts bounce and your knees sink into the sofa. You think about how full you feel, how his thickness rubs every nerve inside you, and a moan escapes your lips.
-Harder... fuck, yes.
Minho doesn't lag behind; he kneels in front of you on the sofa, his hard and curved cock pointing at your mouth, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.
-Open that slutty mouth for me while he destroys your pussy,- he orders, grabbing your hair to guide your head down. You obey, taking his length into your mouth, the salt of his pre-cum coating your tongue as you suck, your throat relaxing to swallow him deep. He moans, thrusting his hips.
-That's it, suck like the good whore you are. Swallow until you cry.- Saliva pools at the corners of your mouth, dripping down his shaft as he pumps, fucking your throat in rhythm with Changbin's thrusts from behind. You feel the contrast—the roughness of Changbin stretching you from behind, Minho's invasion in your mouth—and that pushes you toward another edge, your body trembling from the sensory overload.
Hyunjin slides underneath you, his agile body settling on the sofa so his mouth is right under where Changbin penetrates you.
-I'm going to lick this mess while they fuck you,- he murmurs, his tongue darting out to lick the union of your bodies, tasting the mix of your juices and Changbin's sweat. He sucks your swollen clit, swirling his tongue in quick circles, and occasionally licks Changbin's balls, making him grunt.
-Fuck, that feels so dirty... keep going, make her come around my cock.- Hyunjin obeys, his fingers joining to finger your entrance alongside Changbin's cock, adding extra pressure that makes you see stars.
-You're dripping everywhere. So wet, I'm going to drink it all.
Han and Chan aren't content to watch; Han positions himself at your side, his hand reaching underneath to pinch and twist your nipples hard, sending pinpricks of pleasure-pain straight to your core.
-Look how these hard nipples writhe. I want to see them red from so much play,- he says, alternating between pinches and suctions with his mouth, biting just enough to leave marks. Chan, your boyfriend, kneels near your head, his hard cock brushing your cheek while he kisses your back.
-You're taking everything so well, baby. But I want you to feel more.- He slides a hand between your legs, joining Hyunjin to rub your clit, his fingers slippery with your fluids.
-Come for them, squeeze that cock until he comes inside.
The overstimulation hits you hard: Changbin's relentless thrusts, Minho's throat-fucking, Hyunjin's tireless tongue, Han's pinches on your breasts, and Chan's expert fingers on your clit. Your second orgasm explodes without warning, your walls contracting around Changbin, squirting juices that splash Hyunjin's tongue and drip down their chins.
-Fuck, yes, milk my cock with that tight pussy,- roars Changbin, his thrusts becoming erratic before he comes deep inside you, hot spurts filling you until they drip down your thighs when he pulls out, leaving a void that makes you moan from the loss.
Without giving you time to catch your breath, Minho turns you with a fluid movement, pulling his cock out of your mouth and positioning you on your back on the sofa, your legs open over his shoulders.
-My turn to fuck that creamy pussy,- he says, thrusting into you with a smooth but deep thrust, his curve hitting right on your G-spot.
-Feel that? Full of Changbin's cum, and now I'm going to add mine.- He pumps with agility, fast and precise, each movement making the mixed cum splash out, sliding down your ass. Hyunjin moves to lick the mess, his tongue cleaning the fluids from your entrance while Minho penetrates you, adding vibrations that make you arch.
Changbin, still panting, kneels over your chest, offering his semi-hard cock covered in cum and your juices.
-Clean it with your mouth. Taste what we did.- You take it, licking the salty and sticky flavor, sucking until it hardens again in your throat. Han joins in, sucking your breasts harder, biting and leaving bruises.
-These tits are perfect for biting. I want to see them covered in marks.- Chan positions himself to fuck your mouth alternating with Changbin, their cocks taking turns in your throat.
-Swallow, baby. Two cocks for that hungry mouth.
Minho speeds up, spanking your ass with each thrust. The pain mixes with the pleasure, and Hyunjin inserts a finger into your ass, preparing you subtly.
-You're so open here, noona. Soon we'll fill you from all sides.- Another orgasm shakes you, your juices mixing with Changbin's cum, soaking Minho. He comes shortly after, growling.
-Take my load, fill yourself more.
Directly from the climax, Han lifts you as if you weigh nothing, sitting you on his lap on the sofa, his hard cock sliding into you with ease thanks to the lubricating cum.
-Now ride my cock, noona. Show me how slutty you can be,- he orders, his hands guiding your hips in a slow grinding rhythm at first, then faster, your breasts bouncing against his chest. You think about how deep he reaches, how the others' cum slides down his balls, and you moan louder.
Chan stands behind you, his cock rubbing against your back.
-Lean forward, baby. I'm going to join.- He slides a lubricated finger into your ass, preparing you, while Hyunjin and Minho take turns licking your breasts, sucking with greed. Changbin watches, masturbating.
-This is going to be fucking incredible.
With Han still buried deep in your pussy, his hands dug into your hips while he makes you grind against him in a rhythm that makes you feel every inch of his length rubbing your soaked walls, Chan doesn't wait any longer. His lubricated finger has already been exploring your ass, stretching you with circular movements that send sparks of pleasure-pain straight to your core, and now he presses the head of his cock against that tight entrance, pre-cum dripping to add more lubrication to the slippery mess of cum and juices that already covers your skin.
-Relax, baby, I'm going to fill you from behind while Han fucks that creamy pussy,- murmurs Chan, his voice deep and possessive, pushing slowly at first, centimeter by centimeter, until his thickness stretches you completely, the overwhelming sensation of fullness making you gasp as if you can't breathe.
-Fuck, feel that? Two cocks inside you, rubbing against each other through that thin wall,- growls Han, his hips thrusting upward in sync with Chan, creating a rhythm that makes you feel like you're being split in two in the best way possible. The stretch burns, but it transforms into intense pleasure, your juices and the previous cum splashing with each movement, dripping down Han's balls and sliding down Chan's thighs. You think about how obscene it is—filled from front and back, their cocks sliding together, the wet and dirty sound of flesh against flesh amplified by the fluids—and a guttural moan escapes your throat, your body trembling from the overload.
Minho kneels at your side, his hard cock pressing against your cheek again.
-Open your mouth, suck while they fuck you like the perfect whore you are.- You obey, taking his length into your mouth, sucking with greed while he pumps, saliva dripping down your chin and mixing with the pre-cum streaming from his tip.
-Swallow deep, make your throat tighten around me like your pussy does with them,- he orders, pulling your hair to push deeper. Hyunjin and Changbin join the assault, Hyunjin licking your breasts with a quick tongue, sucking a nipple until it hurts from being so sensitive, while Changbin pinches the other hard.
-These tits bounce so well with every thrust. I want to see them covered in cum later.
The movements speed up: Chan and Han find a brutal rhythm, one thrusting while the other withdraws, their cocks rubbing inside you, hitting spots that make you see white.
-You're so full, baby, strangling us with your tight holes,- moans Chan, his hands grabbing your ass to spank with hard slaps that redden your skin, the pain adding to the ecstasy. Han reaches between you to rub your swollen clit, quick circles that push you to the edge.
-Come around our cocks, squirt like the dirty slut you are.
The orgasm hits you hard, your walls contracting around them, juices squirting and splashing their stomachs, the excess dripping into puddles on the sofa.
-Shit, yes, milk our cocks,- roars Han, coming deep in your pussy, his hot cum joining the others', overflowing when Chan keeps pumping.
Without pulling out, Chan turns you slightly, allowing Han to withdraw only for Minho to take his place in your pussy, sliding in with ease thanks to the lubricating cum.
-We're going to destroy you,- says Minho, thrusting deep while Chan readjusts in your ass, the new angle making their cocks rub even more intensely.
-Fuck, feel how we slide together inside you. So full of cum and cock.
Hyunjin moves to fuck your mouth now, his elegant but thick length invading your throat.
-Suck, while they fill you.
Changbin and Han take turns on your breasts, biting and licking, their hands exploring every inch, fingering where they can to add pressure.
The rhythm is relentless, Minho's agile and quick thrusts contrasting with Chan's deep and controlled ones, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that make you tremble. Fluids slide everywhere—cum dripping from your pussy, saliva from your mouth, sweat covering bodies—and your thoughts blur, reduced to pure sensations: the fullness that makes you feel like you're exploding, the sounds of moans and wet skin, the salty taste on your tongue.
-You're squirting nonstop. So wet it splashes,- growls Minho, spanking your inner thigh to emphasize. Another orgasm shakes you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks while you squirt again, soaking their cocks and stomachs.
Changbin can't resist; he pushes Minho aside temporarily, taking the front for himself.
-My turn in that pussy while Chan fucks your ass.- He slides in, his thickness stretching you even more, and the change makes the friction unbearable.
-Fuck, you're so slippery with all that cum. Take my thick cock, make it go all the way in.
Hyunjin comes in your mouth shortly after, hot spurts filling your throat.
-Swallow it all, don't waste a drop.- You do, the sticky flavor coating your tongue, and Han takes his place, fucking your mouth with erratic thrusts.
-Your throat is a fucking paradise, noona. Make me come quick.
Overstimulation hits you like a storm: cocks in every hole, hands everywhere pinching, licking, spanking. Chan comes first this time, growling.
-Take my load in your ass, baby. Fill yourself more.- His hot cum floods your ass, dripping when he pulls out, but Changbin speeds up in your pussy.
-Feel that? Cum dripping while I fuck you.
Minho joins again, fingering your now-empty ass, inserting fingers to maintain the fullness. Another orgasm destroys you, your body convulsing, squirting hard that splashes their bodies, tears mixing with saliva on your face.
Hyunjin lifts you then, turning you so you're facing him, sitting you on his lap while his cock slides into your pussy.
-God, your pussy feels so good. We're going to rotate until you can't take anymore.
Han takes your ass, thrusting in with a moan.
-Fuck, so tight and creamy with Chan's cum.
Minho and Changbin take turns in your mouth, cocks alternating, while Chan licks your breasts, sucking with hunger.
-You're marked by all of us.
The rhythm becomes chaotic, desynchronized thrusts that make you feel like you're vibrating, fluids streaming in rivers down your legs.
A final climax in this round leaves you trembling, squirting around Hyunjin while he and Han come almost in unison, filling you to the overflow.
-Shit, you're overflowing everywhere,- moans Hyunjin, pulling out to see the mess dripping from you.
With your body still convulsing from the last orgasm, Chan carries you effortlessly to the king-size bed in the center of the suite, your back sinking into the mattress while the others gather around like hungry wolves. There are no pauses; the air is charged with heavy breaths and the thick smell of sex—sweat, cum, and your wetness mixed in an intoxicating aroma that makes you dizzy with residual desire. Chan positions you in the middle, your legs spread wide, exposing your swollen and dripping pussy, cum overflowing from every hole.
-Look at this mess we've made, baby,- he murmurs, his fingers spreading your lips so everyone can see the white cum dripping. -But we're not done. We're going to push your limits a little more.
Hyunjin slides in first, lying beside you and pulling you to straddle him, his hard cock rubbing against your soaked entrance.
-Ride my cock, noona, make it go deep in that pussy,- he orders, guiding your hips down until you sink onto him, his length filling you with ease thanks to the natural lubricant of cum and juices. You moan as you feel it hit your cervix, your walls contracting around him as you start to move, grinding slowly at first, the slippery sound of your wetness amplified with each descent.
-Fuck, you're so slippery, dripping down my shaft,- moans Hyunjin, his hands kneading your ass to spank with firm slaps that redden your skin.
Minho joins quickly, kneeling between your spread legs over Hyunjin, his curved cock aiming at the same entrance.
-We're going to try it, noona—two cocks in your pussy at the same time. Can you take that? Stretch like the perfect slut,- he says with a wicked smile, pressing the head against where Hyunjin is already penetrating you, the abundant lubricant allowing him to push slowly, centimeter by centimeter. The stretch is intense, almost painful at first—you feel your walls expanding to the limit, the friction of two cocks rubbing against each other inside you sending waves of pleasure that make you cry out in ecstasy.
-Shit, it's going in... so tight, strangling us together,- growls Minho, finally buried completely, his hips starting to move in tandem with Hyunjin.
You think about how impossible it feels—filled beyond imagination, their cocks sliding together, hitting deep spots that make you arch your back and moan uncontrollably. Fluids splash with each thrust: mixed cum dripping down their shafts, squirting lightly with the movement.
-Fuck, look how that pussy stretches around us. So full,- praises Hyunjin, his hands pulling your hips to go deeper.
-Feel how we rub inside you. You're going to come so hard you'll soak us both.- Adds Minho.
Chan, Han, and Changbin kneel around your head, forming a tight semicircle, their hard and dripping cocks pressing against your face. Chan is the first to guide his length to your lips, pushing inside while you take his base with one hand, sucking deep with your tongue swirling around the head, saliva building up quickly. At the same time, your other hands wrap around Han's and Changbin's, pumping their slippery shafts, feeling how they throb under your palms as you alternate the rhythm—fast on one, slow on the other.
-Fuck, your mouth is a vice, suck deeper,- moans Chan, his hips moving slightly while your hands squeeze and twist on the others, collecting fluids that drip down your fingers and fall onto your chest.
You rotate fluidly: you pull Chan out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting, and switch to Han, sucking his cock with strong suctions while now masturbating Chan and Changbin, your slippery fists pumping in sync with the thrusts from below, making Han grunt.
-Yes, swallow like that, make it go all the way in.
The salty taste of pre-cum coats your tongue, mixing with saliva that drips down your chin. You switch to Changbin, his thickness stretching your lips as you suck with greed, masturbating Chan and Han with expert hands, twisting at the base to draw out more moans.
-Shit, your hands and mouth are perfect,- growls Changbin, the sticky mess spreading across your face and neck.
The rhythm accelerates: Minho and Hyunjin alternating thrusts, one pushing while the other withdraws slightly, creating constant friction that makes you tremble. Each movement sends cum and juices splashing across their stomachs and the sheets, the obscene sound of wet squelching filling the room.
-You're squirting nonstop. So wet we slip inside,- growls Minho, spanking your inner thigh to add sting. The extreme stretch below, the rotation of cocks in your mouth and hands above, fluids everywhere—all converge in a massive orgasm, your walls contracting around the two cocks, squirting hard that soaks their cocks and torsos, hot spurts splashing up to their faces.
-Fuck, yes, milk our cocks with that tight pussy,- roars Hyunjin, coming first, his hot cum injecting deep, overflowing around Minho. Minho follows shortly after.
-Take mine too, fill yourself until it overflows.- The excess drips in white rivers down your thighs when they pull out, leaving your pussy throbbing and open, cum dripping like a river.
With Hyunjin and Minho pulling out, their cocks still dripping mixed cum with your juices, you let yourself fall slightly back, your body trembling from the overstimulation, but the residual desire keeps you moving. Chan, Han, and Changbin remain kneeling around your head, their hard and throbbing cocks covered in saliva and pre-cum from your previous rotations. There are no words—just the raw heat of the room guiding the flow—and you continue where you left off, your mouth returning to Changbin first, sucking his thickness with renewed hunger, your tongue licking the pulsing vein while your hands wrap around Chan and Han again, pumping firm and fast, feeling how they tense under your palms.
You moan around Changbin, the vibration sending waves through his shaft, and rotate seamlessly: you pull his cock out with a wet sound, strings of saliva hanging, and switch to Chan, sucking deep until it hits the back of your throat, your tongue swirling while masturbating Changbin and Han, squeezing at the base to draw out more guttural moans.
-Fuck, babe, your mouth is killing me... keep pumping like that,- growls Chan, his hips thrusting slightly while your hands speed up on the others, fluids dripping down your wrists and falling in hot drops onto your breasts. The salty flavor covers your tongue, mixing with saliva that drips down your chin.
You switch to Han, sucking with strong and quick suctions, your throat tightening around him while you pump Chan and Changbin, your slippery fists working in alternating rhythms—one slow and teasing, the other fast and urgent—making Han pant.
-Shit, you're going to make me come... your hands are so fucking good.- You rotate again, returning to Changbin, sucking with greed while masturbating the others, the chaos of saliva, pre-cum, and moans filling the air, your face a sticky mess of fluids that slide down your neck and drip onto your swollen breasts.
The intensity rises: you continue rotating, sucking one cock after another while masturbating the remaining ones, your movements becoming more erratic with exhaustion, but the pleasure of feeling them throb under your touches drives you. Chan is the first to break, growling.
-Fuck, I'm going to come... open your mouth.- He pulls out of your hand, masturbating quickly over your face, hot spurts landing on your extended tongue, splashing your mouth and cheeks, dripping down your chin in white rivers.
-Swallow what you can, let the rest run,- he murmurs, the salty flavor flooding your senses.
Han follows, positioning himself to aim at your breasts.
-Take my load... on these perfect tits.- His hot spurts splash your skin, covering your breasts in sticky patterns, dripping down your curves while you moan, the heat contrasting with the cool air. Changbin is the last.
-Open wide for me... I'm going to mark you all over.- He comes hard, spurts landing in your open mouth, face, and breasts, joining the others' mess, cum sliding down your body in an obscene canvas of mixed fluids.
They all finish like that, exhausted and panting, collapsing around you on the bed, their bodies shining with sweat and fluids, the air heavy with the echo of residual moans. You feel overwhelmed, your body throbbing with pleasure and fatigue, cum covering you like a second skin, but a deep satisfaction settles—you've taken it all, and they've given it all.
Chan recovers first, his eyes soft now as he looks at you with admiration.
-Come here, love,- he murmurs, sitting up to scoop you into his strong arms, lifting you with ease as if you weigh nothing, despite the sticky mess covering your skin. He cradles you against his chest, kissing your forehead as he walks to the adjoining bathroom in the suite, leaving the others recovering on the bed with tired smiles and murmurs of "incredible."
-You did so well... I'm so proud of you,- he whispers in your ear, his voice deep but tender, contrasting with the earlier roughness.
In the bathroom, he turns on the hot water in the enormous bathtub, adding lavender-scented bath salts and a splash of essential oil that fills the air with a calming aroma, steam rising in soft clouds. While it fills, he gently cleans you with a warm towel he takes from the cabinet, wiping the cum from your face, breasts, and thighs with soft touches, kissing each area he cleans.
-Look how beautiful you are, even covered in us... but now, we're going to take care of you,- he says, his tone full of affection, his hands massaging your tense shoulders to relieve the exhaustion.
When the bathtub is ready, he slides in first, sitting with his legs open, and guides you in, positioning you between his thighs, your back reclining against his firm chest, the hot water enveloping you both like a comforting hug. The heat penetrates your sore muscles, dissolving the fatigue while Chan wraps you in his arms, his large hands tracing soft patterns on your stomach, climbing to massage your breasts with gentleness, not with lust but with tenderness, washing away the night's residues with soft soap that smells like vanilla.
-Relax, baby... you were incredible tonight,- he whispers against your ear, his warm breath sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. -You took everything we gave you, and you did it with such grace... you're so strong, so sexy. You drive me crazy, but more than anything, I love you for trusting me like this.
He turns you slightly to kiss your neck, his soft lips brushing the sensitive skin, while one hand dips to massage your inner thighs, relieving the residual burn with careful touches, without pressing, just soothing.
-Every moan you let out, every time you came... it was perfect. You drove us all crazy, but you're mine at the end of the day,- he murmurs, his voice a low purr that vibrates against your back. The water splashes softly as he cradles you, his fingers intertwining with yours under the surface, and he spends minutes like that, washing your hair with shampoo, massaging your scalp until you close your eyes in pure relaxation.
-If you want to talk about anything, or if something was too much, tell me... but for now, just rest in me. You're my everything, love.
The intimacy extends, the steam fogging the mirrors, and Chan kisses your temple, whispering promises.
-Tomorrow I'll spoil you more—breakfast in bed, full massages... whatever you want.- You feel safe, adored, the exhaustion giving way to a deep warmth, wrapped in his arms as the water lulls you both, the perfect end to a night of shared secrets.
This is my first time writing a fic in this theme, I don't know how it turned out... All I can say is it wasn't easy, I hope you all like it!💕
Hyunjin breezes in, radiating an irritatingly smug aura. He drops his coat and slides onto the stool next to you, resting his chin on his hand. “You know, I’m actually quite proud of the guys. We’re all in this together.”
You glance up, raising an eyebrow. “In what, exactly?”
“No Nut November,” he announces, trying to sound more serious than he is. He even tries to give you a respectful little nod. “We agreed to, you know, prioritize the music.”
You stop scrolling. You just stare at him. Your expression is completely flat, devoid of any amusement or concern, radiating a silent disapproval to this idea. Hyunjin shifts uncomfortably under the intensity.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mutters, his cheeks beginning to pink.
“No Nut November?” you repeat, the words dripping with disbelief. You slowly, put your phone face-down on the counter. The silence stretches between you, thick and charged.
Then, you simply smile. It’s not a soft smile, it’s a predatory, challenging grin. “No, Hyunjinnie. No way.”
Before he can stammer out a defense of his pride or the boys making fun of him, you are off the stool. You grab his wrist, and pull him, scrambling, off his seat. He barely has time to register the shift in power before you are dragging him down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.
The door clicks shut and you push him against the wall, crowding him. He is taller, but right now, your presence is overwhelming. He tries to protest, his hand coming up to touch your waist.
“Wait, wait, baby, the-”
“My word the only rule in this bedroom Jinnie,” you cut him off, your voice low and husky, pushing all the air out of his lungs.
You step back just long enough to pull down his sweatpants. He barely has time to widen his eyes in shock before you have his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles, trapping him in place against the wall. His already-hard cock springs free, visible proof to how fragile his determination truly is.
Hyunjin lets out a sharp intake of breath, his eyes wide, pupils blown with something in between sudden panic and excitement. He looks down, then back at your face.
You lean in and run your lips right along the length of his neck, a feather-light brush of lips on skin. He gasps, his hands flying up to grip the wall for balance.
“Babyyy,” he pleads, a desperate quality entering his voice.
You ignore him. You drop to your knees, forcing him to look down at you. You take the head of his cock between two fingers, teasing the soft skin, pressing down just hard enough to make him shudder and moan your name. You apply a slow, circular pressure to the ridge, tracing the sensitive head with a feather light touch. His breath hitches and he leans his head back against the wall with a whimper.
“I was trying to-” he chokes out, his hands slipping from the wall to grip your shoulders, a weak attempt to regain control.
You look up at him through your lashes, never breaking the rhythm or the intense pressure on the head. “But look, Hyunnie, you're failing.”
You don’t stop, you continue to play with the head, using your thumb pad to rub the most sensitive area, spreading the beads of precum that are slipping out. He’s already shaking, his muscles tight and useless.
He lets out a tortured, high-pitched gasp, his jaw clenching as he realizes he has absolutely no defense against you. The feeling of your fingers milking the crest of him, combined with the intense humiliation of knowing he already can't hold back is too much.
“Please, stop- I can’t-” he begs, but the words are instantly muffled as his body spasms violently.
You replace your hand with your mouth. Your tongue darts out, tracing the outline of the head, and Hyunjin lets out a high, ragged whimper. The moment your lips close around him, gently drawing him in, he loses all pretense. His hands fly up to grasp your hair, pulling you deeper as his body arches off the wall, instantly convulsing with the sheer force of his orgasm.
You feel the involuntary clenching of his muscles as his legs buckle. You take him in fully, your throat accommodating the insistent push until the head nudges the very back. You hold him there, deep and tight, maintaining eye contact as you swallow around him.
Hyunjin’s breath hitches. The only sound in the room is his ragged, choked whimpers and the wet friction of your mouth working him. He can’t move, he can’t look away, and he can’t stop you, he doesn't want to stop you. His face contorts, turning a bright, flushed red that contrasts sharply with his tear-filled eyes. You watch, transfixed, as his beautiful eyes, wide and focused entirely on you as you continue to suck him in, suddenly gleam with unshed tears from the sheer pleasure. His muscular shoulders tighten, and you feel the length of his cock twitch deep inside your throat, an undeniable warning of his total surrender.
"Don't-" he gasps the last of his breath, the word cut short by his body’s final revolt. His body releases a hot, thick flood deep into your throat. He lets out a defeated, guttural groan, sliding down the wall until he’s hunched over, breathing hard, his body limp with spent energy.
You stand up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist, a slow, deliberate gesture of triumph.
“Like I said: No way,” you purr, reaching down to pull his pants back up, the gesture feeling somehow even more humiliating than when you pulled them down. “Don’t bother telling the group chat, Jinnie. They knew you wouldn't last.”
He just closes his eyes, shame and intense post-orgasmic haze warring on his face. “You’re impossible,” he groans, but he reaches out, pulling your body against his chest.
The night outside his studio windows had gone deep and colourless.
Most of the city was already asleep, but the lights of Chan’s office still glowed faintly against the fogged glass. Music played quietly from his computer: soft, instrumental, looping like a heartbeat. You’d come by to keep him company, though he’d barely looked up from the monitor for hours, lost in his work.
“Just a few more minutes,” he’d said, the same way he always did, tapping at his keyboard.
You’d smiled, used to the rhythm of his nights. “I’ll hold you to that,” you said, teasing lightly, but knew it would take a lot more than just a few minutes.
Now, the room was quiet except for the hum of the equipment and the faint scratching of his pen as he noted something in the margins of a notebook. The smell of coffee lingered. You always brought him coffee to drink, also one for yourself, so that, between your own work, you could stay awake. His rhythmical typing and music were putting you to sleep. Sometimes, well, most of the time, you would fall asleep in the middle of writing, and he would carry you to the car on his shoulders.
His buzzing phone ruined the silence that was settling into the room. He glanced down, frowning. “That’s the delivery,” he said, pushing back from his chair. “I’ll go grab it. Be right back.” He said, kissing your forehead.
You nodded, half-distracted, as he slipped out, the door clicking shut behind him. It felt more like it was outside. No one was around. No one was breathing or making sounds. Still, but strangely, for the first time, too still. The music loop ended without restarting. The hum of the computer felt louder now, the overhead light too pale.
You turned toward the small vanity table in the corner. An old mirror leaned against the wall there, half-decorative, half-practical. You’d left your brush there last time, so you wandered over, brushing your hair out of habit, something to fill the settling piece.
“Let’s fix this bird nest,” you whispered, taking the brush and starting to brush your hair down.
At first, looking at the reflection, it looked ordinary: your face, your movement, the space behind you.
Until it wasn’t empty anymore, you froze mid-stroke, eyes flicking up. In the mirror, behind you, stood Chan. His posture was still, his face unreadable, eyes darker than they should have been.
“Hey. I didn’t hear how you came...” You turned around, speaking to him, but the space behind you was empty.
The brush slipped from your hand and clattered to the floor. For a moment, you could hear your own breath loudly in your ears. You slowly turned back toward the mirror. He was still there. But this time closer.
The overhead light flickered unevenly.
“Chan?” you whispered before your mind could stop your voice. “What are you… doing?”
Reflection didn’t answer your question. His mouth curved, just slightly, not something like a smile, but something that mimicked one. It looked like him, but it was wrong. The eyes didn’t follow the light. The reflection didn’t blink. The chest didn’t breathe. It was still. Staring back.
Your pulse raced. What was this? You stepped back, trying to find some space between the two of you. But the thing followed you. It was nearing you from behind… or more like the surface of the mirror.
And the moment when it looked like it would break the glass, crawl out, the office door opened behind you.
The real Chan stepped in, holding a takeout bag. “Hey,” he said, tone casual, not noticing you were having an almost panic attack. “Sorry, they forgot the…”
He paused when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong?” he frowned, coming close to you, blocking the mirror in front of you.
You looked at him, pointing to the mirror behind his back, but when you looked again, it was just you two. Just the room you stood in and nothing else.
“Did something happen?” he asked, setting the bag down and hugging you closer. Concern was in his voice now.
You shook your head too quickly. “I just thought I saw…” You stopped. It sounded ridiculous out loud. “It’s nothing.” You didn’t finish your words, worried he would think you were strange, seeing things that no one else could see.
Chan’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t push. “You’ve been up late with me too many nights,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re starting to see things.”
You laughed weakly, trying to convince both of you it was true. The mirror reflected him perfectly again, just as he was now. His hand brushes hair away from your face, holding you close and keeping you safe. This safe feeling you needed at that moment.
“Come on,” he said. “Eat something before you starve yourself.”
You nodded, letting him lead you back toward the desk. He unpacked the food, and you felt the quiet comfort of normalcy returning. You placed your leg on his lap like you always did, and he turned on a YouTube video for you two to watch while you ate.
But as you sat down to enjoy your meal, something caught your eye - the mirror.
In the reflection, it was still standing behind you, where it had been before. Still, unmoving, smiling faintly, watching your every breath, you were making. At the same time, the real Chan set the food down beside you, humming under his breath.
You tried to prove yourself; it was just your tired imagination. You looked up in front of you, finding real Chan right there, holding one hand over your leg, brushing it with his thumb while already eating his food and watching funny animal videos. You knew this was just your tired brain having fun, so ignoring all the things, you looked away, enjoying your meal.
At that time, the reflection raised its hand a second later and pressed it slowly against the glass, fingers leaving no smudge. But wanting to call for you, yet nothing was coming out. But this time, you didn’t turn around, no matter how much you wanted.
In the last moments before it disappeared, Chan glanced at you, who was paying attention to the screen, and then at the mirror. One of his eyes changed, and his mouth mouthed to the reflection, who was trying to escape.
♡pairing: han jisung x lee felix x reader x kim seungmin
♡wc: 1.7k
♡genre: smut
♡ warnings: free-use scenario, foursome, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms/creampies, cum eating overstimulation, tit play, degredation, pet name usage (puppy, princess), pussy slapping, aftercare (i think i did a little too much to celebrate virgoracha before virgo season was over)
♡summary: Your roommates all have birthdays that land close together. Why not give them a joint birthday gift: you
MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
Your body was filled with nerves in anticipation for what’s about to come. You had agreed to let your roommates arrange a free-use scene between the four of you. Sex was a casual thing in the household between the guys and you, but you had never had all three of them at once. That was daunting even just thinking about it, but you knew you were in for a treat. Right now you wait in bed with nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties, a set that was requested by Jisung specifically. You lay there buzzing with anxiety and excitement, not knowing when they would come and start the scene. You heard some whispers in the living room, but even with straining your ears, you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly your bedroom door swung open with Seungmin at the forefront of the group.
He sauntered in without saying a word and held intense eye contact with you the whole time until he reached your bed to sit down. Jisung and Felix were flanked on both sides of your bed, and just the feeling of being surrounded had you clenching your thighs together. “I know we already negotiated the rules for tonight, but is there anything you changed your mind about before we start?” You shook your head, and Seungmin looked at you with a wolfish grin. “Alright, baby, don't forget the safeword.” And with that, the scene begins. Seungmin looks up at Jisung and Felix and gives them a wordless nod. They approach you swiftly, and in a haste, Felix’s hands are pinning you down to the bed as Jisung grabs handcuffs from his back pocket and slips one cuff around your wrist and another to your bedpost. You yanked on the restraint once to test how secure it really was and accepted your fate. You weren’t going anywhere.
“Aw, look at how slutty our puppy looks for us already.” Seungmin's body loomed over yours, and his hands mindlessly caressed the inside of your thigh as he spoke. The sensation of his slightly calloused hands on your soft skin had you bucking your hips. “Aw, is the stupid puppy so needy already? Tell me what you want and who you want, pup.” “H-hands, please.” You bucked your hips up once again, and that earned you a hard slap against your cunt, making you whine loudly. “Don’t get fucking greedy already before you’ve even earned anything. And address me properly, pup.” “I want your hands in me, please, sir!” Seungmin nodded, pleased with your response.
He slid your panties down at an agonizingly slow pace and flung them into an unknown corner of the room. He tapped your chin once, signaling for you to open your mouth, and you cooperated. He swirled two fingers in your mouth to get them well coated. While doing that, he bent down and spit right on your clit with enough force to make you twitch. He rubbed it all over your folds, and with no hesitation, he slipped both fingers into your slit. Your back arched off the bed and had you moaning loudly; you could hear the echo reverberate off the walls. Oh, the neighbors were going to hate you four tonight.
Seungmin’s fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. “Pup, that mouth still isn’t filled. Who do you want there?” Your mind was already starting to feel a little foggy. It took you a second to process what he asked. “I w-want Lixie there, sir.” Seungmin motioned for Felix to come over, and without a word, he dropped his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. His cock was already rock hard, and when he approached you, he tapped it against your cheek for you to open up. He stuck himself deep down your throat and had you gagging from the first thrust. “Fuck, princess, that mouth feels so good around me. You love using your mouth for me, right?” Felix looked down at you with a darkness in his eyes that was clouded with lust. You nodded your head fervently, and he petted your hair as a reward for the response. Your eyes searched around the room for Jisung, and you saw him standing right next to Felix, already having his cock out and stroking it. “Aw, baby, you want Jisung to touch you too? Such a greedy little thing you are.” Felix cooed. Jisung’s hands were on you, lifting up your bra to release your tits. The feeling of having them touching you all at once was enough to have you cumming. Your walls clenched Seungmin’s fingers, and he hissed at the feeling of your getting tighter around him.
“Shit, I was prepping you, and it just feels like you’ve gotten tighter for me, baby. I doubt you can take my cock now.” He tsked and shook his head in faux disapproval. Hearing that was enough to put you in distress, and you removed your mouth from Felix’s cock to beg. “N-no, I can take it, sir, I promise. I promise!” Your babbling was bordering on incoherent. “Aw, my little puppy just needs cock that bad, huh? Since you begged so nicely, I won’t be too mean. Don’t get used to it though.” He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust himself fully inside you to the hilt. You didn’t get the chance to scream as Jisung shoved his cock into your mouth. “F-fuck Lix, you’re right, her mouth feels so fucking good around a cock. She was made to be used.”
Jisung had a tight grip on your hair as he fucked into your mouth, and Felix kept himself occupied with using one of his hands to play with your clit and using the other to stroke himself. Seungmin was pounding into you roughly, and the grunts from him, the wet sounds of your mouth around Jisung, and the panting from Felix were a heavenly combination to listen to. It had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Fuck, pup, I’m about to cum. You're going to be a good girl and not let any of it go to waste?” “Y-yes, sir, I’ll be a good puppy!” Seungmin is balls deep inside your cunt when he releases; it feels like his tip is touching your cervix. His cum spurts into you, and he makes shallow thrusts into you as he rides his high. When he slips out of you, your cunt clenches around nothing, begging to be filled again.
Felix makes no hesitation to fill in the emptiness, and he slides in with ease. “Shit, princess, you’re so slippery already.” He fucks into you at a gentler pace, but it’s still enough to have you tumbling over the edge to your second orgasm. You tried to wail out in pleasure, but Jisung shoved his cock further down your throat, and it was suppressed. “Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me cum moaning around my cock like that.” You were only able to look up at him with watery eyes as he spoke. Jisung pulled his cock out of your mouth, making a ‘pop’ sound when sliding out of your mouth, and started jerking off right over your tits. He let out a loud groan as his cum painted your tits.
Seungmin watched as Jisung came all over you, and he swiped his fingers over the mess that was made, making sure to run his fingers over your nipples, having your body involuntarily twitch at the action. He stuffed his fingers into your mouth, and you licked his fingers clean. “Sungie’s cum tastes so good, doesn’t it, baby?” All you could do is nod because you didn’t even feel capable of getting words out right now.
Felix’s thrusts were starting to get sloppy as he approached his orgasm, but he tried to hold himself back by slowing his pace down even more. “Give us just one more baby. I know you could do it. His thumb pressed down on your clit and rubbed. You squirmed from the feeling, as you were beyond overstimulated at this point, and Seungmin was still playing around with your tits and nipples, rolling them around between his fingers. Jisung had decided to take pleasure in just watching the rest of the scene unfold. When you came, all you could see was white, and your body was burning from exertion. You squirted all over Felix’s pelvis, and Jisung was on his knees in an instant trying to lap up what he could off of Felix’s thighs. “Fuck, baby, that’s so hot every time you do it.” Felix started to speed up again and was not far behind in cumming right after you.
The only sound in the room was everyone’s heavy panting. You were practically boneless and not cognizant of your surroundings. All you wanted was to sleep. Seungmin was the first to move and headed to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel to clean you up with. Jisung moved to uncuff you and then went to the kitchen to get you some water and a snack, and Felix was still on top of you, snuggling into you, not caring about the mess of cum that was getting on him. Seungmin separated you two and wiped you down. You flinched at the sensation, and Seungmin hushed you. “Shh, I know, baby, you’re still sensitive, but I have to do this. Once cleaned up, he dressed you in one of Jisung’s hoodies and a fresh new pair of panties. Felix retreated to the bathroom with a groan to clean himself off, and Jisung made his way back into the room and slowly trickled some water into your mouth.
Once everyone was freshened up and back in your room, you guys made a puppy pile on top of each other to cuddle. Felix was the one to break the silence. “That was the best birthday gift you could’ve ever given us, princess. Let’s do this again at the same time next year.” That earned a laugh from everyone.
You are trying your absolute best to be the most supportive girlfriend in the world. Since Han is the kind of person whose mind runs a million miles an hour, you've deliberately removed all possible temptations. No deep kisses, no lounging in skimpy pajamas, and absolutely no touching his chest.
You’re currently standing at the stove, making a simple, wholesome dinner in your fluffiest pajamas, singing along badly to a random 90s song. You even put on a pair of knee-high socks purely for warmth. The door code clicks.
“I’m home!” Han calls out, his voice already sounding strained. He walks into the kitchen, his bag dropping harmlessly by the door. He takes one look at you: chopping vegetables, looking completely unthreatening, and his jaw tightens.
“Hi, Hannie,” you chirp, not looking up. “How was the studio? Did you write something amazing?”
“Y-yeah, great,” he manages, his voice a little squeaky. He grabs a glass of water, trying to occupy his hands. His eyes, however, are focused solely on the soft, thick socks covering your legs. The small patch of bare skin where your skin meets the sock is suddenly the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.
He remembers walking in yesterday when you were stretching, doing simple yoga poses in the living room. The sight of your spine curving, the accidental glimpse of muscle pulling taut beneath your tank top, had sent him scrambling for the bathroom. And the day before that? The sound of the water turning on when you stepped into the shower was nearly fatal.
He’s being tortured by normality, and he’s spiraling because you are doing nothing wrong. Your complete support is making his failure feel entirely embarrassing.
He slams his water glass down a little too hard. “I need to talk to you.”
You finally turn, your brow furrowed with concern. “Of course, Hannie. Is something wrong?”
He strides over to you, stopping just short of your personal space. His eyes are wide, manic, and shining with desperation. He can’t take it anymore, the pressure of his own overactive, rule-breaking brain.
“I give up,” he blurts out, throwing his hands up in defeat. “I can’t do this. I’m going insane. You’re killing me.”
“Killing you?” you ask, putting down the knife. “Han, I haven’t even kissed you welcome home.”
“Exactly!” he whispers fiercely, leaning in until his breath fans over your ear. “That’s the torture. I walked past the laundry basket and saw your little socks. You were doing a downward dog yesterday, and I almost collapsed. I keep imagining what you look like naked in the shower, and I can’t stop it, I can’t- I need you to fix this right now.”
He grips your wrists, pulling your hands against the front of his pants, letting you feel the undeniable proof of his failure. “I’m begging you. I need you to ruin me, and I need it to be gross and desperate and weird.”
He looks at you with huge, teary, pleading eyes. The sight of the powerful need in his face, combined with his pathetic begging, makes you melt, but also, a small, playful corner of your mouth twitches up.
“Jisung,” you say, trying to sound serious, “what about the boys? What about your challenge?”
He whimpers. “They will understand that my genius requires release! They will respect the sacrifice! Please, baby. You need to take care of me. I need my girl to take care of me.”
You grab his collar and yank him forward, slamming your mouth against his in a deep, aggressive kiss that instantly releases ten days of mutual tension.
“Fine,” you breathe against his lips, pulling back to look at his frantic expression.
You waste no time. You toss Han onto the bed, and before he can register what's happening, you’ve climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. You’re still in your ridiculous pajama shorts and thigh-high socks, but the power dynamic has shifted completely. You lean down, gripping the collar of his shirt, your voice dropping to a low, commanding whisper. “You couldn’t last ten days without my attention. What does that make you?”
“Yours,” he chokes out, his hands immediately flying to your waist, completely submitting to the shift. “I’m yours, Mommy.”
The word is electric. You use his submission to drive the session, tearing off his clothes. You pull off your own flannel top, leaving only the pajama shorts and the ridiculous thigh-high socks. You stand for a moment, letting him look, letting him worship your softness while you command his obedience.
He groans, his eyes immediately going wide with frantic desire at the sight of your breasts, the full, soft shape of them spilling out from beneath your bra. He reaches out, and you allow him the touch, a soft caress to the underside of one breast, then the other.
“Is that what you needed, baby?” you ask, the dominance feeling deliciously natural.
“Yes. God, yes. Missed them,” he moans, burying his face between them, worshipping the soft skin and the intimate warmth.
You don't let him linger. You push him back onto the bed, pulling down your pajama shorts but keeping the ridiculous, thigh-high socks in place. He's frantic, grabbing at your hips, trying to guide you onto him. You resist, controlling the pace. You take him in, sinking down slowly, riding his length with a deliberate, grinding motion that makes his eyes roll back in his head. The sight of your body, soft and dominant, riding him with the contrast of the fuzzy socks clinging to your inner thighs, drives him completely over the edge.
As you begin to ride him, slow and deliberate, you reach down, cupping the back of his head. He gasps, understanding your intent. With a gentle but firm pressure, you guide his face up, bringing one of your full breasts down to his mouth. He latches on instantly, sucking with a desperate hunger that makes your core clench around him. You cradle his head, your fingers tangling in his soft hair, watching his eyes roll back as he simultaneously takes you in and worships you. The combination of sensations, his mouth on your breast, his hips bucking up into yours, your dominant control over his pleasure, is overwhelming for him.
He grips your thighs, leaving red marks on the soft skin where his need is strongest, his muscles twitching. He can’t move, can’t speak, can only gasp out your name and the occasional, desperate "Mommy, please."
He reaches up, his fingers wrapping possessively around your breast, kneading the sensitive flesh as he drives his hips up to meet you. The intense visual of the movement, the pressure on your breast, and the friction against his most sensitive parts finally break his sanity.
He screams your name, a loud, raw cry of absolute surrender, flooding your body with his release. You ride the final wave, crying out yourself as you collapse onto his chest, completely spent.
He holds you tightly, trembling violently beneath you.
“I swear, I lasted longer than Hyunjin.” he manages to whisper, burying his face in your neck.
the one in which Hyunjin asks you to dry and style his hair.
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"It doesn't make sense!" Hyunjin's voice is barely audible amid the hairdryer's loud noise and your giggles. "I swear to you, when I tried to turn it on earlier, it didn't work!"
Your small bathroom is enveloped in steam from his earlier bath, mirror foggy and stray strands of your hair sticking up from the humidity. But neither of you cared at the moment, too enthralled by one another to notice the heat that could make a normal person feel faint.
The power of love held you through anything, it seemed.
You laugh, leaning back on the bathroom counter you're propped on, dangling your feet in delight as you turn the device off. "Sure. It has nothing to do with you wanting me to dry your hair. Not at all."
He pouts, taking a step back from where he's standing in between your legs, hair wet and dripping into the grey t-shirt he put on before calling you in here. He has used your shampoo and conditioner and now, the air around him smelled like peaches and cherry blossom. "You don't believe me...that's kind of illegal, you know? Accusing your boyfriend of lying."
"Illegal?" You laugh again, this time throwing your head back, which has Hyunjin quickly reach out to prevent it from connecting with the mirror and give you a bump you'll complain about for days.
None the wiser, you lean in when his hand finds the back of your head, smiling as you press a peck to his pouty lips. "Just say you want me to pamper you, it's okay."
"So, what if I do?" He asks, voice low and reluctant, not wanting to openly admit he does, in fact, want to be spoiled and looked after.
It’s one thing Hyunjin doesn’t ask for often, unless he’s exhausted from work and feeling incapable of pulling himself together enough to get to bed. This time, however, he hasn’t been to work in a week.
No, this desire of his came from the fact that for the past seven days, you two have been glued to each other like never before, spending every waking moment together. Dates, nights out followed by cuddling in bed with the show you were currently binging, pillow forts, cooking together – you name it.
Taking time off to be able to spend it with one another, doing whatever your hearts desired while not having to worry about other people for a bit, just disappearing for a while, was the best idea you two have had in a while.
The look on his face, so soft, so defeated, makes you coo. You set the hairdryer aside and reach to cup his face, thumbs rubbing the apples of his cheeks tenderly. “My big, clingy baby. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”
Then, you lean in to pepper kisses all over his skin, not leaving any of his features unattended for long. Hyunjin completely melts at the touch, eyes fluttering shut like he hasn’t felt your lips in ages, and not just the half an hour he spent bathing.
“Come on, let me dry your hair.” You smile, pressing one last, lingering kiss to his pillowy lips, wet from the way he keeps licking them. The water from his hair was starting to drip down your hands, and then his neck, shoulders and shirt. “But only if you let me style it however I want.”
His eyes open slowly, half-lidded gaze landing on your face, cheeks rosy from the heat and his inability to admit he loves being treated like this."...Fine. But no mohawk this time!”
Your giggles flow through the bathroom, a clear sign of no promises being made as he hands you a towel, and you get to work. After getting most of the water off with said towel, you turn on the hairdryer and start running your fingers through silky, black hair that has grown so much in the past six months, resembling some sort of mullet you adored.
Eventually, Hyunjin walks away from the safe haven named you, more specifically between your thighs, to go and open the bathroom door, not wanting you to suffocate in the compact room. When he returns, his hands land on the cold marble of the counter, right next to your bare thighs, the soft skin kissed by the hem of one of his shirts.
When he turns around, broad back greeting you with a flutter in your chest, you try to keep quiet and focus on blow drying the back of his head. But he keeps rambling, and you can’t help but respond, and soon, you’re laughing away at something one of your friends did the other day as she tried to reach you over Facetime.
“Stop moving!” You scold lightly, moving the hairdryer away, but not before the hot air hits him right in the face for the fifth time in the past two minutes, making him pull the funniest expressions.
“But you’re talking to me! I’m being polite!”
You shake your head, giggling, and tap the top of his head with the brush, which has him grinning like a little kid.
No more than five minutes later, you both can finally breathe more freely as the hairdryer is unplugged and set aside, grateful for the open bathroom door helping the air circulate.
Hyunjin doesn’t even bother looking past you, in the mirror, before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, tenderly cupping your face in one of his big hands.
You smile into the kiss, before one of your hands lands on his shoulder to push him halfheartedly. “No distracting the stylist.”
He grins, chasing after your lips when you turn your head to reach for the hair oil, surprising you with another kiss right as you face him again. “I’m tipping you in affection, okay?.” He mumbles right over your lips, nipping down on your bottom one just for a moment before pulling away.
With an affectionate eyeroll, your fingers grab his chin, gentle as always, angling his head before you pour a tiny amount of oil in your palms to tame his frizzy locks.
For the next few minutes, Hyunjin is silent as you play with his hair, styling while planting the occasional kiss on his forehead, to which he closes his eyes and smiles, so content and relaxed he never wants you to stop.
You play with the gel, giggling and smiling to yourself at whatever you’re doing, thankful he’s not yet able to see his reflection and ruin the surprise. Fluffing and lifting his hair, sculpting it with entirely too much enthusiasm.
With his eyes still closed, Hyunjin hums under his breath. “Why does it feel suspiciously high?”
You pause, trying to stifle a laugh as you pull your sticky fingers away, turning to the sink to wash off the remaining gel. “No reason. None whatsoever.”
When you’re done, you wipe your hands on the big t-shirt you were wearing and grin. “Alright. Ready to see how you look?”
Hyunjin nods and finally opens his eyes as you move your body out of the way, so he can have access to the mirror. For one moment, he just blinks, trying to regain his words.
His silky, freshly cleaned hair has now been molded into an abstract masterpiece, the type only you could have come up with. The strands are spiked straight up, but only the front of his hair – the back was none of your business, apparently. It looks like it’s trying to defy gravity, with the determination of a man who isn’t yet ready to accept adulthood.
His doe eyes meet yours, and he slowly raises a lone, dark brow, not as flabbergasted as you thought he’d be. “Why…did you make me into a cartoon villain with no fashion sense?”
You laugh, nearly doubling over and falling off the counter as his big hands land on your thighs to steady you. “Baby, it’s abstract! Art!”
Hyunjin makes a face, reaching up to touch his poor hair. “It doesn’t even move. How much gel did you use? The whole thing?”
“A respectable amount.” You pout and shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest in feigned offence.
“You mean too much.” He clarifies, leaning closer to the mirror like that alone could somehow help him blink away the monstrosity that became of his hair. He’s not mad – he could never – but he’s definitely teetering on the edge of a meltdown.
Scooting away, his warm hands leave your skin as you jump off the counter and briefly leave the bathroom, letting Hyunjin chuckle at himself in the mirror while shaking his head, set on eventually making his spiky hair move.
Before he can notice, you lift your now retrieved phone and snap a quick photo from the doorway, perfectly timed, grin on full display, nose almost touching the glass. Nothing could paint a more endearing picture than this.
His sixth sense seems to tingle, because he turns his head instantly, meeting your eyes with the tiniest frown that doesn’t do anything but make you feel even more love for him. Because that smile? It's still there.
“Delete that.” Hyunjin tries to protest, pouting, but you shake your head, hiding your phone behind your back with an innocent smile of your own.
“Nope.” You reply serenely.
“Baby – “
“Hyune, no.” You cut him off, using that same, slightly whiny tone as him. “This is too cute to get rid of, accept it.”
But knowing Hyunjin, he won’t ever accept such an embarrassing photo to exist without a fight. It’s one thing for you to take silly pictures of him while he’s unaware, another to shamelessly point a camera in his face when he’s right in front of you.
That’s exactly why it doesn’t take you long before you’re running out of your shared bedroom, just barely managing to escape his claws and the torturous tickle attack that would surely end with your phone in his possession.
Your laughter echoes through the home you built together as you go down the stairs, with him, and his still unmovable hair, hot on your trail.
“You’ll never catch me alive!” You say laughing, risking a glance over your shoulder just to end up squealing once you notice he’s closing the distance fast.
Hyunjin chuckles, endeared by your baseless confidence. “Oh, but I will. And you’ll feel sorry for running in the first place when I get my hands on you.”
And one thing about Hyunjin – he always keeps his promises.
