listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.
just saw a post romanticizing rape. so yeah let’s not do that. rape is a real thing that many people have gone through myself included if you want to think like that keep it to yourself and seek therapy.
Summary: You're trying to meet Lee Know backstage when a new security hire mistakes you for a saesang
Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, protective Lee Know, the slightest bit of physical aggression, Lee Know punching trash security guard, breakdown, some insecurities
A/N: apparently I'm in my SKZ being protective era. Reader is fairly confident in herself, but most people would prob freeze up in this situation. Lee Know is a little dismissive, but text can be deceiving. Also realizing I write A LOT for Lee Know and Chan when they aren't even my bias lol
You go through the arduous process of making it to the staff side entrance of the venue. After various ticket checks and security checkpoints, you finally reach the staff entrance. As you approach, you see a large security guard standing in front of the door. It has always been a hassle getting backstage by yourself. That’s why you prefer to just show up with the boys, but you had to work today and wasn’t going to be off in time to come with them. Lee Know told you it would be fine, as it usually is, and that their staff knows you. It takes having a vip pass to get in anyway, so there should be no reason to worry. Easy for him to say. He’s not the one staring down a security guard who is twice your size and carrying weapons. You walk up to the security guard and before you can even say anything, he sticks out his hand to stop you, “You can’t enter here.” His voice is scruffy and deep, the kind that makes you feel smaller than you already feel.
“I have a vip pass.” You don’t get a chance to show it before he is responding to you.
“Vip seating is the other way. This is staff only. Please move along.” His tone makes it seem final, like you have no chance at arguing.
Being Lee Know’s girlfriend (and just badass in general), you will definitely argue, “Sorry, I don’t mean vip seating. I have a backstage pass.” You pull out the pass, your hands shaking more than you like to admit.
“Staff only,” he doesn’t even look at your pass.
You furrow your brows, “You didn’t even look at my pass.”
“Don’t need to. Didn’t you hear? It’s staff only. You’re not staff.”
“You didn’t look at my pass.” You repeat, firmer.
He lets out an annoyed grunt and rips the pass out of your hand. He looks at it condescendingly, “Not staff.” He shoves it back in your face.
You don’t take it, “If you would read it, it says backstage pass. Last I checked, this is backstage.”
“Well you checked wrong because as I keep saying this is staff only.” He almost yells the last word at you, “Now leave before I have to take drastic measures.”
“I am not leaving because I know that I have the right to be here.” You put your foot down and that does not make him happy.
“You have the right? Who do you think you are?”
“Lee Minho’s girlfriend. You know, one of the performers that you are working for.”
He lets out a large laugh, startling you a bit, “Yeah right. Like I haven’t heard that one before.” His voice goes low, the previous laughter completely dissolved, “Look here, my job is to keep crazy fans like you from being places they aren’t supposed to be, so I will warn you one last time, leave.” He towers over you, making you back up. You aren’t sure what to do. He won’t take your pass and he doesn’t know you, so of course he doesn’t believe you are Lee Knows girlfriend. Why would anyone believe that? You start to feel panic rise in your chest. You retreat back, moving out of sight of the guard. You pull out your phone and call Lee Know, but he doesn’t answer. You get a text instead.
Minho: Can’t call, what’s wrong?
Y/N: The security guard won’t let me in.
Minho: Do you have your pass?
Y/N: Yes, he said I’m not staff, so I can’t come in. I don’t know what to do.
Minho: I told security you were coming. Did you tell him who you were?
Y/N: Yes, I told him I am your girlfriend.
Minho: Kitten, your name…they aren’t just going to take your word for it.
Minho: I have to go, but try telling them your name this time.
You feel a pang in your stomach at Lee Knows dismissal of the situation. He’s busy. You know that. He doesn’t have time to deal with this. And he’s right. Of course they won’t take your word for it. How could you be so dumb as to forget to tell them your name? You take a deep breath and walk back to the security guard.
He sighs as soon as he sees you, “Look lady, I told you to beat it.”
“Y/N.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my name, Y/N. Minho said he told you I was coming.” You try to stand confident in yourself.
He just scoffs, “Yeah nice try. I’ve never heard that name before.” You feel your confidence deflate like a balloon. Did Lee Know forget to mention you? “This is your last warning, leave.”
You pull one last ditch effort and pull out your phone. You pull up the texts from Lee Know and shove them in the security guards face, “Look!”
“What is this supposed to be?”
“My messages with Minho. You can see his contact and that he said he told you about me.”
“You do realize how easy it is to fake texts right?” He looks at you unimpressed. You feel tears start to prick at your eyes. Nothing you do seems to convince him and Lee Know is too busy to help right now. “Now move it.” He grabs your arm and starts to drag you away. You squirm in his grasp, but his grip is way too tight on you.
“Let me go!” Tears start to well up in your eyes.
He tightens his grip, “You should have left when I told you to.” He practically throws you towards the exit with enough force that you fall to the ground. You wince as your knees hit the hard concrete floor. “If you come back again, I won’t be so nice.”
He walks back around the corner to go stand at his post again. You sit on the floor, rubbing where he gripped your arm. Seeing no one around in the empty hallway, you sit up against the wall and let the tears softly fall. You have never had this much trouble with security before. Normally, you don’t mind the hassle. You appreciate people being thorough in their job and making sure the boys are kept safe, but this was a different level. You want to call Lee Know, but you are worried about bothering him. So you sit on the cold floor, back against the wall as tears slowly slide down your face.
About 15 minutes later, you feel your phone buzzing. You look to see Minho calling.
“Kitten?” His voice feels warm through the phone, a contrast to how you feel right now. “Where are you?” You try to keep your voice steady, but you only get two words out before he notices. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” You wipe your tears, trying not to cause a scene, “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not fine. I can hear it in your voice. Where are you?” His tone is more serious.
You sigh, giving up on trying to act natural, “I’m still at the staff entrance. I tried telling the guard my name and when that didn’t work I even showed him our text thread. He said I was faking it. He got angry and kicked me out. I’ve just been sitting in the hallway.”
“Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
“You seemed busy and said you couldn’t talk. I didn’t want to be a bother, not right before a performance.”
He sighs, “Kitten, you are never a bother. Hang tight, I’ll come get you myself.”
He hangs up the phone and you feel a small sense of relief knowing he is on his way. As you stand to brush yourself off, you notice bruises already forming on your knees and arm where he had grabbed you. Hesitantly, you walk back down the hallway, not rounding the corner until you know Minho is near. You feel your phone buzz and see a text from him.
Minho: Coming out now.
You take a deep breath and round the corner. Immediately the guard locks eyes on you and you see the anger flash across his face.
“Hey! I told you not to come back.”
You keep walking forward, holding your breath. Minho is coming. He’s almost here. He’ll be here any second. That’s when the door behind the guard swings open and you feel like a weight is lifted off your chest. On instinct you move towards Minho, but the guard stops you. He shoves you backwards, hard. You lose balance and fall to the floor.
“Yah!” Lee Knows vision goes red. He runs over and despite the guard being a head taller than him, Lee Know manages to knock him off balance. He pushes the guard out of the way and immediately kneels in front of you, “Kitten, are you okay?” His eyes are wide with worry.
The guard regains his balance behind you, “What the hell?”
Lee Knows head snaps, eyes going dark. The security guard shrinks under his gaze. “Who the hell do you think you are?” His voice is low, stone cold.
“I work for security. Keeping you safe thank you very much.” Somehow, he has the audacity to be snarky with Lee Know, but that is a losing battle.
Lee Know stands up and walks over to the guard, “How is shoving people to the ground keeping me safe, huh?!”
“I wasn’t trying to shove her. She lost balance, that’s all.”
“Lost balance? I saw how hard you pushed her.”
“I’m just doing my job.”
“By hurting my girlfriend?”
The color drains from the guards face, “I-I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know? She showed you her pass. She told you her name and showed you her texts and it didn’t even occur to you to at least ask someone about it?” The guard is speechless. “I don’t know who you are, but I can guarantee that you will not work here by the end of the night.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Watch me.” Lee Knows tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. He moves back to you and his demeanor does a total 180. You don’t realize you are shaking until his hand gently takes yours to calm you down. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” His voice is soft as he wipes a stray tear from your eye. “Let’s go inside now, yeah?”
You nod, as he helps you stand up. He bends down to grab your purse and notices the bruises on your knees. His hands hover over them, afraid to touch it and make it worse. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with concern. “Did he do this to you?”
“Yes, but please I just want to go. I don’t want to cause a scene.” You try to plead, but Lee Know stopped listening after ‘yes.’
His eyes go dark as he stands up. He calmly walks over to the security guard and punches him square in the face.
“Lee Know!”
He slips his arm around your waist and calmly pulls you towards the door as if nothing happened, “Let’s go.”
The security guard is holding his face, the beginnings of a bloody nose forming.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” You scold.
“No one hurts my girl, ever.” His voice is clear and firm. It’s like being in the eye of a storm, watching the hurricane from within.
“You are going to get in trouble for that.”
He shrugs, “I think Chan will understand.”
You make it backstage where the staff and boys are waiting. Lee Know is quick to take action, doing what he has to in order to get that guard fired. The boys help you out, bringing you snacks, ice packs, and water. Han and Hyunjin refuse to let you stand up, insisting they do everything for you. You laugh at their theatrics, your heart glad to be with everyone again. After a little while Lee Know comes to sit with you, shooing away Han and Hyunjin. You immediately lean into his side, feeling safe in his arms.
He kisses the top of your head, “I’m sorry.”
You pull back to look at him confused, “For what?”
“For not coming the first time.” He sighs, clearly disappointed in himself, “I shouldn’t have dismissed you or made you feel like you couldn’t call me. I should have come for you first thing. Maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
You cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing gently across his cheek, “It’s okay. You were busy. I should’ve thought about telling him my name first before bothering you.”
He shakes his head, “No, you shouldn’t have to justify yourself. They changed security around and so the person I told wasn’t the one at the door. It wouldn’t have mattered in the end.” He moves his gaze back up to you, his hand cupping your cheek, “But I promise, next time, I’ll come running as soon as you call.”
You smile and press a soft kiss to his lips, “I know you will.”
He hugs you close and holds you for a minute. “I got him fired.”
You laugh, making Minho feel lighter at the sound. “That didn’t take long.”
“I told you, no one messes with my girl.”
“Or else they will get punched apparently.” He shrugs trying to act nonchalant, but you can see the slight pink tint across his cheeks. You kiss the tip of his nose, “It’s okay. I thought it was pretty hot.”
He smirks, “So what you’re saying is I should punch people more often.”
“Absolutely not!” You lightly shove his chest, your playful spirit coming back.
“Fine. I’ll only punch people who deserve it.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah whatever tough boy. Let’s get that fist cleaned up before you go on stage.”
“I thought you said it was hot.”
You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “It is. That’s why no one else gets to see it.”
He pulls you against his lips, kissing you deeply. It’s an apology and a promise; to protect you, no matter what.
Summary: You're trying to meet Lee Know backstage when a new security hire mistakes you for a saesang
Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, protective Lee Know, the slightest bit of physical aggression, Lee Know punching trash security guard, breakdown, some insecurities
A/N: apparently I'm in my SKZ being protective era. Reader is fairly confident in herself, but most people would prob freeze up in this situation. Lee Know is a little dismissive, but text can be deceiving. Also realizing I write A LOT for Lee Know and Chan when they aren't even my bias lol
You go through the arduous process of making it to the staff side entrance of the venue. After various ticket checks and security checkpoints, you finally reach the staff entrance. As you approach, you see a large security guard standing in front of the door. It has always been a hassle getting backstage by yourself. That’s why you prefer to just show up with the boys, but you had to work today and wasn’t going to be off in time to come with them. Lee Know told you it would be fine, as it usually is, and that their staff knows you. It takes having a vip pass to get in anyway, so there should be no reason to worry. Easy for him to say. He’s not the one staring down a security guard who is twice your size and carrying weapons. You walk up to the security guard and before you can even say anything, he sticks out his hand to stop you, “You can’t enter here.” His voice is scruffy and deep, the kind that makes you feel smaller than you already feel.
“I have a vip pass.” You don’t get a chance to show it before he is responding to you.
“Vip seating is the other way. This is staff only. Please move along.” His tone makes it seem final, like you have no chance at arguing.
Being Lee Know’s girlfriend (and just badass in general), you will definitely argue, “Sorry, I don’t mean vip seating. I have a backstage pass.” You pull out the pass, your hands shaking more than you like to admit.
“Staff only,” he doesn’t even look at your pass.
You furrow your brows, “You didn’t even look at my pass.”
“Don’t need to. Didn’t you hear? It’s staff only. You’re not staff.”
“You didn’t look at my pass.” You repeat, firmer.
He lets out an annoyed grunt and rips the pass out of your hand. He looks at it condescendingly, “Not staff.” He shoves it back in your face.
You don’t take it, “If you would read it, it says backstage pass. Last I checked, this is backstage.”
“Well you checked wrong because as I keep saying this is staff only.” He almost yells the last word at you, “Now leave before I have to take drastic measures.”
“I am not leaving because I know that I have the right to be here.” You put your foot down and that does not make him happy.
“You have the right? Who do you think you are?”
“Lee Minho’s girlfriend. You know, one of the performers that you are working for.”
He lets out a large laugh, startling you a bit, “Yeah right. Like I haven’t heard that one before.” His voice goes low, the previous laughter completely dissolved, “Look here, my job is to keep crazy fans like you from being places they aren’t supposed to be, so I will warn you one last time, leave.” He towers over you, making you back up. You aren’t sure what to do. He won’t take your pass and he doesn’t know you, so of course he doesn’t believe you are Lee Knows girlfriend. Why would anyone believe that? You start to feel panic rise in your chest. You retreat back, moving out of sight of the guard. You pull out your phone and call Lee Know, but he doesn’t answer. You get a text instead.
Minho: Can’t call, what’s wrong?
Y/N: The security guard won’t let me in.
Minho: Do you have your pass?
Y/N: Yes, he said I’m not staff, so I can’t come in. I don’t know what to do.
Minho: I told security you were coming. Did you tell him who you were?
Y/N: Yes, I told him I am your girlfriend.
Minho: Kitten, your name…they aren’t just going to take your word for it.
Minho: I have to go, but try telling them your name this time.
You feel a pang in your stomach at Lee Knows dismissal of the situation. He’s busy. You know that. He doesn’t have time to deal with this. And he’s right. Of course they won’t take your word for it. How could you be so dumb as to forget to tell them your name? You take a deep breath and walk back to the security guard.
He sighs as soon as he sees you, “Look lady, I told you to beat it.”
“Y/N.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my name, Y/N. Minho said he told you I was coming.” You try to stand confident in yourself.
He just scoffs, “Yeah nice try. I’ve never heard that name before.” You feel your confidence deflate like a balloon. Did Lee Know forget to mention you? “This is your last warning, leave.”
You pull one last ditch effort and pull out your phone. You pull up the texts from Lee Know and shove them in the security guards face, “Look!”
“What is this supposed to be?”
“My messages with Minho. You can see his contact and that he said he told you about me.”
“You do realize how easy it is to fake texts right?” He looks at you unimpressed. You feel tears start to prick at your eyes. Nothing you do seems to convince him and Lee Know is too busy to help right now. “Now move it.” He grabs your arm and starts to drag you away. You squirm in his grasp, but his grip is way too tight on you.
“Let me go!” Tears start to well up in your eyes.
He tightens his grip, “You should have left when I told you to.” He practically throws you towards the exit with enough force that you fall to the ground. You wince as your knees hit the hard concrete floor. “If you come back again, I won’t be so nice.”
He walks back around the corner to go stand at his post again. You sit on the floor, rubbing where he gripped your arm. Seeing no one around in the empty hallway, you sit up against the wall and let the tears softly fall. You have never had this much trouble with security before. Normally, you don’t mind the hassle. You appreciate people being thorough in their job and making sure the boys are kept safe, but this was a different level. You want to call Lee Know, but you are worried about bothering him. So you sit on the cold floor, back against the wall as tears slowly slide down your face.
About 15 minutes later, you feel your phone buzzing. You look to see Minho calling.
“Kitten?” His voice feels warm through the phone, a contrast to how you feel right now. “Where are you?” You try to keep your voice steady, but you only get two words out before he notices. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” You wipe your tears, trying not to cause a scene, “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not fine. I can hear it in your voice. Where are you?” His tone is more serious.
You sigh, giving up on trying to act natural, “I’m still at the staff entrance. I tried telling the guard my name and when that didn’t work I even showed him our text thread. He said I was faking it. He got angry and kicked me out. I’ve just been sitting in the hallway.”
“Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
“You seemed busy and said you couldn’t talk. I didn’t want to be a bother, not right before a performance.”
He sighs, “Kitten, you are never a bother. Hang tight, I’ll come get you myself.”
He hangs up the phone and you feel a small sense of relief knowing he is on his way. As you stand to brush yourself off, you notice bruises already forming on your knees and arm where he had grabbed you. Hesitantly, you walk back down the hallway, not rounding the corner until you know Minho is near. You feel your phone buzz and see a text from him.
Minho: Coming out now.
You take a deep breath and round the corner. Immediately the guard locks eyes on you and you see the anger flash across his face.
“Hey! I told you not to come back.”
You keep walking forward, holding your breath. Minho is coming. He’s almost here. He’ll be here any second. That’s when the door behind the guard swings open and you feel like a weight is lifted off your chest. On instinct you move towards Minho, but the guard stops you. He shoves you backwards, hard. You lose balance and fall to the floor.
“Yah!” Lee Knows vision goes red. He runs over and despite the guard being a head taller than him, Lee Know manages to knock him off balance. He pushes the guard out of the way and immediately kneels in front of you, “Kitten, are you okay?” His eyes are wide with worry.
The guard regains his balance behind you, “What the hell?”
Lee Knows head snaps, eyes going dark. The security guard shrinks under his gaze. “Who the hell do you think you are?” His voice is low, stone cold.
“I work for security. Keeping you safe thank you very much.” Somehow, he has the audacity to be snarky with Lee Know, but that is a losing battle.
Lee Know stands up and walks over to the guard, “How is shoving people to the ground keeping me safe, huh?!”
“I wasn’t trying to shove her. She lost balance, that’s all.”
“Lost balance? I saw how hard you pushed her.”
“I’m just doing my job.”
“By hurting my girlfriend?”
The color drains from the guards face, “I-I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know? She showed you her pass. She told you her name and showed you her texts and it didn’t even occur to you to at least ask someone about it?” The guard is speechless. “I don’t know who you are, but I can guarantee that you will not work here by the end of the night.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Watch me.” Lee Knows tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. He moves back to you and his demeanor does a total 180. You don’t realize you are shaking until his hand gently takes yours to calm you down. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” His voice is soft as he wipes a stray tear from your eye. “Let’s go inside now, yeah?”
You nod, as he helps you stand up. He bends down to grab your purse and notices the bruises on your knees. His hands hover over them, afraid to touch it and make it worse. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with concern. “Did he do this to you?”
“Yes, but please I just want to go. I don’t want to cause a scene.” You try to plead, but Lee Know stopped listening after ‘yes.’
His eyes go dark as he stands up. He calmly walks over to the security guard and punches him square in the face.
“Lee Know!”
He slips his arm around your waist and calmly pulls you towards the door as if nothing happened, “Let’s go.”
The security guard is holding his face, the beginnings of a bloody nose forming.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” You scold.
“No one hurts my girl, ever.” His voice is clear and firm. It’s like being in the eye of a storm, watching the hurricane from within.
“You are going to get in trouble for that.”
He shrugs, “I think Chan will understand.”
You make it backstage where the staff and boys are waiting. Lee Know is quick to take action, doing what he has to in order to get that guard fired. The boys help you out, bringing you snacks, ice packs, and water. Han and Hyunjin refuse to let you stand up, insisting they do everything for you. You laugh at their theatrics, your heart glad to be with everyone again. After a little while Lee Know comes to sit with you, shooing away Han and Hyunjin. You immediately lean into his side, feeling safe in his arms.
He kisses the top of your head, “I’m sorry.”
You pull back to look at him confused, “For what?”
“For not coming the first time.” He sighs, clearly disappointed in himself, “I shouldn’t have dismissed you or made you feel like you couldn’t call me. I should have come for you first thing. Maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
You cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing gently across his cheek, “It’s okay. You were busy. I should’ve thought about telling him my name first before bothering you.”
He shakes his head, “No, you shouldn’t have to justify yourself. They changed security around and so the person I told wasn’t the one at the door. It wouldn’t have mattered in the end.” He moves his gaze back up to you, his hand cupping your cheek, “But I promise, next time, I’ll come running as soon as you call.”
You smile and press a soft kiss to his lips, “I know you will.”
He hugs you close and holds you for a minute. “I got him fired.”
You laugh, making Minho feel lighter at the sound. “That didn’t take long.”
“I told you, no one messes with my girl.”
“Or else they will get punched apparently.” He shrugs trying to act nonchalant, but you can see the slight pink tint across his cheeks. You kiss the tip of his nose, “It’s okay. I thought it was pretty hot.”
He smirks, “So what you’re saying is I should punch people more often.”
“Absolutely not!” You lightly shove his chest, your playful spirit coming back.
“Fine. I’ll only punch people who deserve it.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah whatever tough boy. Let’s get that fist cleaned up before you go on stage.”
“I thought you said it was hot.”
You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “It is. That’s why no one else gets to see it.”
He pulls you against his lips, kissing you deeply. It’s an apology and a promise; to protect you, no matter what.
relationships: Minsung x female!Reader x Bang Chan
cws: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, foursome, making out, oral sex (m! receiving), throatfucking, masturbation, overstimulation, riding, anal sex, cum eating, possessive behavior, Chan has a hyung kink, use of pet names, kinda mean dom!Lee Know, part two of: being mean to Han
word count: 4382
summary: after Chan heard all of you having sex, he doesn’t deny the offer to watch you - or even to join
a/n: this gotta be the filthiest shit I’ve ever done but damn yall asked for it! So there you go, I hope yall are happy
You crossed your legs, throwing one leg over the other and pressing them together to have some sort of friction. You sat on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, watching both of your boyfriends.
“‘m sorry”, Jisung muttered while gasping for air, looking up to Minho from his position on his knees, “‘m soo sorry”.
The older man huffed, angling Jisungs head up with a harsh grip on his hair, making him whine both in pain and in pleasure. His other hand was pressed to the wall for leverage.
“I don’t think you really are”, Minho snarled, guiding his wet cock back to his mouth, “Open”.
Jisung obediently did what he was told, opening his mouth widely and lolling his tongue out so his boyfriend could slide right back in.
When the younger man had come home from the studio, you had figured he was feeling a bit uneasy. After Chan had been listening on the phone to all of you having sex, this conversation had been doomed to be weird. But you had never thought that Jisung would suggest for his bandmate to actually watch the three of you next time.
While you had been lost for words, Minho had been kinda mad. It hadn’t taken him that long to corner a wide eyed Jisung against the wall and force him down to his knees.
You ended up on the chair, watching Minho punishing Jisung like this. He held him close by the hair, stuffing his dick as deep into the younger man’s throat as he managed, but letting him breathe every now and then. He would always gasp apologies and whine about it, just for Minho to start all over again.
The soft gagging sounds he choked out echoed against the walls of your shared bedroom, mixing together with the grunts Minho made with every sharp snap of his hips.
But the rhythm soon began to falter, that’s when he pulled him off again.
“Please-“, Jisung whimpered, “I am sorry, I- I thought you would like it”.
There was a thick string of saliva connecting his lips with Minhos weeping cock, the sight of it made your pussy clench around nothing.
“Don’t lie, you’re just getting off to the thought of Chan-hyung watching you getting railed”, Minho scoffed, he caught a tear on Jisungs cheek - shed by the sensation of his gag reflex being bullied relentlessly, “You’re getting off to your punishment right now as well - Did I say you could touch yourself?”.
The younger man was caught mid act, stopping to palm himself through the fabric of his pants, moaning out as he watched Minho licking off the tear from his thumb.
You stood up and walked over to them, caressing Jisungs cheek for a second before he leaned into the touch.
“I think it could be- intriguing”, you cooed, your other hand rising up to Minhos neck to beckon him closer to you, “Maybe you really would end up enjoy being watched. And if you don’t, we can stop whenever you want”.
Minho hummed.
“Fine. You’re lucky I love you”, he finally sighed, easing in your hold.
“I am”, you smiled, leaning forward to kiss him.
It was short but intense, all of him so captivating, you found it hard to stop yourself getting lost in it. Your heart jumped when he chased your lips, giving you another quick peck before separating.
Jisung whined, wrapping a hand around your calf to get your attention.
“I also want a kiss!”, he said, eyes big and lips already in a sweet pout.
“Of course, baby”.
You leaned down to press your lips to Jisungs, it was wet and sloppy, tainted by the salty taste of Minhos pre cum.
“Make him cum, yeah?”, you patted his cheek before going back to your chair, taking a seat and making yourself comfortable to enjoy the show.
“Hmm, you heard her”, Minhos grin was mean, but it still made the younger man writhe in his spot.
But just when you got to the best part with him taking his boyfriends cock in his mouth again, the doorbell rang. They either didn’t seem to notice or to care though, Jisung moaning sinfully around his girth while Minho pulled him closer.
With a sigh, you decided to get up instead and open the door. You didn’t expect to see Chris standing there, looking kinda anxious with disheveled hair and nervous eyes.
“Ohhh”, you made a surprised sound, “Hey Chris, nice to see you”.
The blond looked at you for a few seconds, quickly averting his gaze and started furiously blushing. He had sounded so confident on the phone, now he just seemed to be very embarrassed.
“Yeah, hi”, he looked down to his feet, “It’s nice to see you too. Uhm- did Jisung talk to you?”.
“About you wanting to watch us?”, you decided to tease him a bit and it was worth it, because he looked up with very wide eyes immediately, “Yeah he did”.
“He asked me to!”, Chris blurted out, “I was just- Well, it sounded intriguing”.
You chuckled, opening the door a bit further for him to come in.
“I didn’t think you’d come over that quick though”.
He stroked his hair back in a nervous habit, combing through them with sweat stained hands. He looked kind of lost in your apartment.
“Innie has guests over and- well, I thought about what Han said and- I- got hard?”, he muttered, sounding like he didn’t really believe what he just said.
“Ohh”, another surprised sound from you.
You could still see the slight outline of a bulge in his pants. He caught you staring, you didn’t care.
“Is this inconvenient? I can come over again tomorrow or-“, he got interrupted by a loud groan out of the bedroom.
“Are they-?”.
You laughed, taking his hand, thumb slightly stroking the back of it.
“It’s actually very convenient. You wanna take a look?”, you cooed gently, pulling him with you as soon as he nodded hastily.
The scene in the bedroom was the same as you left, Jisungs pretty mouth and throat getting abused by his boyfriend, both hands holding his head in place now as he roughly fucked his face. From the sounds Minho made, he was finishing the second you came in with Chris, grinding his hips and shoving his cock down his throat as deep as possible to force Jisung to swallow his cum.
“Oh fuck- I- Jesus-“, Chris almost stumbled seeing this, but his eyes were glued to the picture, every second of it burning into his brain.
You could heavily relate to that though, seeing how both of your boyfriends acted with each other, how rough Minho was in combination with the other being so submissive, it stirred something inside you every time you saw it.
Jisungs sounds were making you squirm, he sounded like he could cum from this too. Guttural moans erupting from him and ringing in your ears clearly when Minho pulled off to give him some air to breathe.
“Open”, Minho ordered breathlessly for the second time, “Show me”.
Jisung was too far gone to be disobedient or even notice you standing in the doorframe, showing off that he indeed swallowed everything his partner had given him, tongue coming out past his swollen lips. Not even a single drop of cum wasted.
“That’s a good boy”, the older man cooed, cupping his jaw gently, “Good job”.
When Jisung thanked him for the praise with that dumb fucked look on his face, Chris couldn’t hold back a gasp.
“You enjoying the show?”, Minho huffed, holding a hand out to you, “Come here, kitten”.
“Chan-hyung?!”, Jisung scrambled on the floor, trying to shove his boyfriend away as if he was suddenly embarrassed, “I- I didn’t know you would be here this fast?”.
Chris was too stunned to speak, automatically sitting down while watching you walk over to the scene where the oldest in your relationship greeted you with open arms.
“I wanna punish Hannie for bringing Chris here”, Minho whispered, nuzzling into the spot behind your ear, “You’re going to help me, kitten?”.
You snorted at his possessiveness, but you also found it kinda endearing. So of course, you nodded and helped Jisung up on his wobbly legs.
“I- uhmm-“, Chris’ lips were parted, nothing productive coming out.
The younger man sat down on the edge of the bed before being pushed to lay flat on his back. Minho was quick to get his pants off, manhandling him to lift his hips for it before he prepped some pillows underneath his ass.
His dick twitched relentlessly because three pairs of eyes were watching him attentively, the thrill of having an extra person - who wasn’t a part of the relationship - being there also filled you with a strange kind of lust.
You put on a little show as you were taking off your clothes, much to Minhos dismay. He pulled you close by your waist, shielding your body with his own.
“Don’t worry, Min”, you whispered, so quietly that only he could hear it, “There’s only you two, yeah? Ignore him, focus on me”.
His fingers trailed over your naked skin. He wasn’t jealous, he knew there was no reason to be. He just wasn’t so sure if he wanted to share the view, you were his to look at, to play with, to own.
But still, because he knew you and Jisung were keen about this new experience, he let it slide. He grinned when you climbed on top of Jisung, but facing you. Reassuring him by making grabby hands for him to lean down and kiss you.
You rocked your hips like this, Minho guiding you to do so and Jisungs hard cock slid through your folds like this.
“Hahh- please, can I-“.
“You wait”, Minhos voice was thundering, putting his boyfriend back into his place with just two words and making you and Chris gasp out.
You loved this side of him, the roughness, how he could easily make everyone fold.
“Don’t you dare touch her”, he growled, “You were acting up and now you’re going to take what we give you. Know your fucking place”.
Jisung whined, bucking his hips up into you. He was being ignored, left to shiver underneath you in anticipation while Minho kissed you in such a demanding manner, it punched the air out of your lungs.
You were dripping at this point, the desire inside you bursting out in dopamine washing through your veins. It made the drag of your hips more delicious, sloppier, and Jisungs whines even louder.
“H-hyung, please”, he stretched and turned to reach out for the guest, “Channie, tell them to go easy on me. Please please please”.
You could hear Chris moan, muffled by the back of his hand, clothes rustling.
Minho wasn’t having it, a hand leaving your waist to reach down to his boyfriends ass, nudging at his hole without warning to thrust a finger in.
“Hahh- wait wait wait- Min, jagi, baby, please”, he arched his back off the mattress at this sudden intrusion.
“Better think about who you’re crying out to, baby”, Minho warned, adding another finger, “I’m right here”.
Jisungs trembling got more intense with every second, his dick pathetically throbbing underneath you in dying need of some attention.
“Sorry- sorry, but please, I need-”, he whined, you loved when he did, “Inside-?”.
You decided to be generous, because he was behaving so good so far. He thrusted his hips into your hand immediately when you grabbed him, gave him a quick squeeze before guiding him in.
The sound he made was delicious, so broken, so needy - you clenched around his length although he wasn’t even inside completely.
“Ohh- fuck”.
You turned your head to see Chris lazily stroking himself to the sight, the sounds, the situation in general. He had pulled his pants down just enough so his cock was free and he could reach for it in long pumps.
Minho followed your gaze, noticing Jisung looked at him as well. He sighed and tilted his head slightly, thrusting his fingers in rougher.
“You wanna call for help again, Hannie? Go on”, he curled his fingers, finding the prostate with ease and making him cry out just for him, “Pathetic slut”.
You wondered what Chris thought about Minho degrading his younger partner, how he’d behave around them in the future. The thought of it was thrilling, knowing the relationship between the three of them would change forever, had some kind of appeal to you you couldn’t really lay a finger on.
“Hahh- hyung”, Jisung coaxed out in a sob, Chris jolted with a grunt, jerking off faster, “Hyung, please”.
Yeah, how could Chris look into his eyes, with Jisung knowing he found deep dark pleasure in the way he got called ‘hyung’?.
The younger held his hand out, what bribed Chris to stand up and sit down again on the bed, so the younger could take his hand in a tight grip.
“Channie-hyung”, Minho cooed, “You have a hyung kink? That’s good to know”.
Jisung whined at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out to replace his cock with them. Minho almost purred when sliding in, leaning forward to silence the soft sound with your lips.
This whole situation was making you insane. This quickly turned out to be more than just Chris watching, he was close, right next to you - you could hear his ragged breath and the wet smacking sound of him pleasuring himself to this whole scene.
“Oh, shut up Lino”, Chris sighed, not knowing where to look at.
It was torturing for everyone involved at this point. You alternated between rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing on Jisungs dick, while he did his best to fuck up into you occasionally, but with Minhos quick thrusts, it was so hard for him to hold onto the last piece of sanity. It felt so incredibly good, how he literally came undone right below you.
“More”, he sobbed, sounding like he was on the verge of crying, “I need- hahhh- please, too much”.
His knuckles on Chris’ hand turned white by the force of his grip, his wails and cries making your walls lock around him, preparing to milk him.
“Hahh- wait”, he choked on his words, more sobs coming out, “Don’t, please don’t stop”.
Jisung was slipping into the gut wrenching sensation of overstimulation, you could feel him twitch inside you with every roll of your hips.
“You want more? You have to earn that, baby”, Minho grinded his hips into him, holding you close by a firm grip of your neck, “Channie-hyung has no right to do what he pleases”.
His lust filled and blown eyes showed you how much he relished in his dominating role, how much he enjoyed being this mean to your shared boyfriend and teasing his older bandmate at the same time. It seemed like Chris’ presence wasn’t such a big deal for him anymore if that meant he could degrade one more person occasionally.
With that confirmation, you dared to slightly turn around, reaching for Chris’ leaking cock with confidence to take over for him now.
“Ohhh god”, the blond arched into your touch, craving more from being so touch starved, hips twitching.
“No no no no no”, Jisung began to sob again, being even whinier when his watery eyes followed the motions of your hand around Chris’ dick, “I- I wanna touch, please let me- please please, I’ve been so good-!”.
“You wanna make Chris feel good instead, huh? Because it was your idea to invite him?”, you asked, your voice cracking more than you thought it would.
But you couldn’t help it, the pants and groans and sobs of four people really had a crushing weight on you. You could literally taste how close you were.
“Yes! Yes yes, please- I’ve been so good- you said I was doing good”, Jisung threw his head back, writhing in the sheets.
“Ohh, you think you were good?”, Minho thrusted once more, bottoming out and staying still.
You already knew what he was referring too, but of course, Jisungs fucked mind couldn’t catch up that quickly.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good”.
Well, he agreed to this without asking you two. This was his punishment for it. So of course, Minho wasn’t happy with his answer.
“Uh-huh, think again”.
His thrusts were punishing, every snap so hard, it made your whole body bounce on top of him. Minho grinned shamelessly, palming your tits and holding onto you instead for leverage.
“Please please please please”, it seemed like something snapped inside of Jisung, he was only babbling at this point, whole body tensing up, but not coming.
“Lino”, Chris sighed, looking so tempted to catch your wrist to stop you from making him cum so soon, “He’s crying”.
“Poor baby”, he retorted with a scoff, not relenting.
That damn stamina of his, the combination of this with him being the least on edge of you all because he already got to his climax once, it was dangerous.
“Just- let me kiss him-“, Chris tried.
But Minho continued to let his hands roam over your body without a care, making you whine out in pure bliss. He fucked Jisung with so much force, you were rocked back and forth automatically.
“He said you would watch, not participate”, he said flatly, his voice bordering on a growl, “Be grateful I let her touch you”.
“So I don’t-?”.
“No!”, Minho snapped, “You get what I allow you to have, stop whining”.
You felt Chris twitch in your hand and you slowed down a bit, mostly because your body couldn’t catch up anymore. Sweat was dripping down your chest, in between your tits - your boyfriend was quick to lean forward and lick it off before it was out of reach. His tongue was even hotter against your boiling skin - almost burning where the air hit his saliva.
“Min-“, you cooed, a hand in his hair, caressing him so gently it made him look up to you with a stern gaze, “Just think about it, Jagi. Channies tongue in my mouth, moaning your name to thank you for it-“.
He slowed down a bit as if the thought of it really got to him, as if he needed a moment to compose himself.
Jisung got louder with the loss of stimulation, his sobs making your heart and pussy squeeze at the same time. It looked like he was about to crush his hyungs hand.
“What can I do to convince you, Min? I’ll do anything baby, I promise”, you smiled at him, peppering kisses up his throat.
There was the purr again, the low grumble of pleasure in his chest. But turned out, you actually didn’t need to do anything, Minho stayed still eventually.
“Fine”.
And with that, he grabbed Chris by the collar of his shirt, aggressively pulling him in into a searing kiss which muffled Chris’ surprised sigh.
Oh, the sight of it.
You whimpered, grieving over the opportunity to be the first one to kiss Chris and let him join this properly. But seeing your boyfriend manhandling the older man so easily, it sent you over the edge with dizzying speed and intensity. Your body was seizing, pussy clenching down hard around Jisungs cock, which seemed to trigger a chain reaction.
The sobs and cries he let out would probably be heard in the apartments next door. He filled you up, body reacting on his own to fuck his cum deeper inside you. Even now, he knew he would behave, clawing into the sheets and holding on for dear life while his legs shook around Minho.
He groaned loudly into Chris’ mouth while he felt his cock being squeezed tightly and you trying to hold on somewhere on his body for leverage, nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck- stop that, fuck”, his halfhearted warning was swallowed by his hyung as he caught your wrists, finally following the two of you with sloppy and quick thrusts of his hips.
You were panting, gasping for air. Wet slapping sounds subsided, only heavy breaths breaking the silence until Jisung was the first to speak.
“Please- can I- hnngg-“, he scrambled, his tongue too slow for his words, “Need to touch- please- can I?”.
Minhos lips curled into an exhausted smile.
“Yes, you can touch, baby. Whatever you want”, he sighed, pulling out with a hiss and watching his cum drip out of Jisungs abused hole, “You did good, baby. So good, I’m proud”.
“I did good”, he echoed, hands on you immediately, holding onto your hips to pull you down onto his aching cock one last time.
But he let you get up after all, hands still holding on to you, rubbing you, feeling you. You felt sore, emotionally and physically exhausted.
His eyes were hazy, as if he was in trance, holding onto Chris with no intention to let go soon enough, his lips searching for his skin. The younger man was sweating and trembling hard, lost in subspace as he turned to the side and locked his hands around his hyungs arm.
You muttered endless praises, stroking his hair back and out of his face. You knew he’d be locked in this state for some time before he’d whine about needing more again. But he was safe in the presence of his partners like this, he just needed to breathe properly for a few minutes.
Chris looked equally spent, but was also restless, being the only one to not reach his orgasm in this tangle of touches and moans.
“Ahh, Channie-hyung”, Minho taunted him, watching the older man’s cock twitch and his body tremble at the nickname with a grin - he would probably never letting him live this down, “You want us to take care of you now? I know you can be good for me, too”.
Jisung seemed to regain his consciousness slowly, looking up to Chris in awe to study how his face scrunched up with lust and desire - but he still wasn’t able to say coherent sentences.
Minho knelt on his side while you settled between Chris’ legs, your hand wrapping around his base while your boyfriend gently massaged the head.
“Ohh- oh god- wait”, he moaned out, “Jesus- fuck”.
His reactions were addicting, no matter how tired you felt. Thinking about it, you were actually grateful Jisung managed to get him here. The way he looked at you filled you with immediate want.
You leaned down, darting your tongue out to lick over the head, tasting the salty head of precum with a gasp.
“Is it good?”, Minho asked you, diving in himself and mimicking your movements.
“Ahh- fuck”.
It was so different with him. Usually, you would find yourself in this position on top of Jisung whose natural reaction was to be obedient almost immediately, while Chris wanted to take, raising a hand to hold onto Minhos hair but he was quick to pin down the older man’s wrist.
“Greedy”, he clicked his tongue, “You gotta take what you get, you’re not in the position to ask for more”.
It was your turn to take Chris’ cock into your mouth, at least the first inch, sucking him in and swirling your tongue over the most sensitive part. You let go again quickly though, give Minho some room to take him past his lips, a bit further than you were doing.
You began to play with him like this, switching places every few seconds and it didn’t take too long for Chris to fall apart like this. The muscles on his stomach were flexing, body tensing up every time he would dive into the warmth of a mouth while his chest heaved quickly with gasped breaths.
“You know, you look pretty like this”, Minho cooed, catching your lips with his for a second instead of taking him in when it was his turn.
You were too pent up again to scold him for this dumb remark, you kissed him back with a matching urgency. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking you for permission instead of taking what he wanted - you just melted into the kiss.
Chris felt kind of neglected though, hips bucking up and cock twitching in need for attention. Luckily, Jisung was there to take care of him while the two of you got lost in the heated kiss.
“Hyung-“, Jisung raised a hand to cup his cheek, forgetting how he reacted to this nickname- another helpless whine and futile thrust into nothing, “What’s wrong?”.
He came closer to the older man, caressing his face with a graze of his lips against his jaw.
“Is it because they’re not paying attention to you?”, he muttered.
He was right though, Minhos lips too distracting against yours. His taste dizzying, his tongue working in your mouth with practiced expertise. It made you shiver, your body immediately forgetting how tired you had been as you moaned into his needy mouth and pressed your thighs together.
Jisungs hand sneaked down to grip his cock to soothe the ache, Chris whimpered.
“Does that feel better? Am I making hyung feel good?”.
And with that, Chris was gone. He couldn’t hold back the upcoming orgasm, cock twitching as he came and spilled over Jisungs hand, his stomach and, well - Minhos and yours faces.
“Fuck- fuck, sorry, I-“, Chris arched his spine, back rising off the mattress, “It feels- haahh- fuck”.
His release made you separate, Minhos eyes flickered from you to Chris and then back to you.
For a split second, you thought he would snap. But instead he groaned, kissing your cum stained lips once before lolling his tongue out to lick flatly over your cheek to gather and swallow it.
Your stomach dropped at this, adrenaline flooding your system and making you do the same in a twisted kind of rush. You cleaned his jaw with your tongue, but held it there which he saw as an invitation to connect with you again, moaning into the open mouth kiss and savoring Chris’ cum with you all together.
“Fuck”, Chris muttered under his breath, “That was- fuuuck”.
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