⌗ WOULDN'T IT BE FUN? ── 세븐틴 002 ּ ؛ଓ CAN I BORROW HER?
ˎˊ˗ IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE HOOKUP ... maybe you really are a whore! When you first started seeing Wen Junhui, you told yourself it was a private ordeal; something to relieve your stress. At least, it was, until he invited his friend, Minghao... who invited his friends. Now you’re caught between thirteen seriously handsome guys!
⌗ paring: jun x fem!reader x the8
↳ content: 2.6k words of pure smut. threesome, oral, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex (the dick is not worth the pregnancy scares), i am pushing the sweetheart woozi and meanie hoshi agenda
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⌗ lae’s notes: definitely not proofread because i’m embarrassed of how bad my dialogue is … LMFAO feel like i'm getting slightly better at making my writing less stiff ... however the plot is still a struggle bus. maybe if i stop trying to sound smart it will flow more naturally - anyways, this was a highly requested continuation so i hope you guys are satiated
You're halfway through your shower when your phone lights up with Jun's name and the message: “Don't be mad.” Which is, of course, the number-one indicator that he’d just done something incredibly stupid that directly involved you. Before you can even build yourself up to answer, another text comes in from an unknown number.
“Hi!! This is Soonyoung!! What are you doing tonight?”
You had obviously heard of Soonyoung before. You’ve heard Soonyoung before. He could be annoyingly loud, loud enough to pull you away from Jun, seconds away from a high that seemed impossible to chase a second time. Jun claimed many times that Soonyoung was an introvert, and would lose his energy quickly, but it seemed constant.
Your thoughts are interrupted by another buzz, the same number lighting up your screen once again. It was unfortunate that, after last week, you were kind of glad Jun’s friends were contacting you. Glad you were forming a reputation of sorts around the household.
“Jun gave me your number. Don’t wanna make this weird, but I was hoping to get in on the Minghao experience, LMAO”
A laugh was your immediate reaction. Not because of the humor behind this whole potential rendezvous, but because of the pure disbelief you felt building inside of you. On one hand, all of the new attention was addictive. On the other... you only knew these guys as 'Jun's friends,' and they were already being collected in your contacts.
Entertaining Soonyoung was probably going to be a mistake. It probably didn't make sense on paper, and he likely had been through many, many women to be at this point. Asking a stranger that your friend is sleeping with to hook up? Not particularly normal.
However, you hadn't excatly stopped Jun from inviting Minghao. Plus, it wasn't like you could tell yourself that you weren't at least curious.
"You want to fuck?"
Soonyoung read your message right away, which wasn't surprising, as he seemed like the eager type. It wasn't long before he was typing, the bubble disappearing and reappearing several times.
"I'm more of a love maker"
The scoff that leaves your throat immediately upon reading his response could've blown out several candles. Though, as ridiculous as it was, it made you smile. A sarcastic, 'yeah, right' kind of smile.
"You sound like a virgin"
"I could be if you're into that kind of thing"
You shake your head, shutting off your phone as you step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself. Your phone buzzes against the counter where you placed it. You ignore it for as long as you can, but then your ringtone is going off. Texts turned into repeated calls, so you finished drying off as quickly as possible.
Jun's contact was flashing on your screen. He hardly ever talked over the phone, and it was almost concerning how many times he'd texted and called now. As soon as you picked up, there was simply just noise. Arguing, swift Mandarin that you could hardly pick up on.
"Minghao overbooked you," is the first real sentence you hear from Jun. "He said he'd introduce you to Jeonghan after I already told him you were talking to Soonyoung."
It was easy to get caught off gaurd, because now you felt like some sort of prostitute who's business card was being handed out like free samples.
"Excuse me?"
"You don't need to sleep with Jeonghan. He's old. Probably has diseases," a new voice suddenly says, and there's a pair giggling in the background. "However, I'm young, single, clean, strong... tiger."
"No one thinks that's funny. Tiger isn't funny," Minghao's voice chimes, distant but still audible.
You can only huff out a slightly aggravated breath, overstimulated already. Voices continued to mix together, three grown men bickering over nonsense. "I just got out of the shower. I'm gonna go dry my hair. Don't sign me up for... literally anything else."
"Keep me in mind, baby. The tiger never stops chasing."
"You're a fucking creep, Soonyoung. That was creepy. Girls don't-"
You hang up before they can give you anymore of a headache than you already have.
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It was only four days before Soonyoung texted you again, and, unfortunately, you were just about desperate when you recieved the notification. Jun had been out of town, and you would never give Minghao the satisfaction of texting him first.
"Thinking about me?"
In full honesty, you had once or twice. You thought about reaching out for a quick fuck, just to get away from your week of abstinence, but you held yourself slightly more highly. Now, though, you had gone a little too long without dick, and you defintely weren't the saint-type.
"Don't say something stupid or I'll change my mind. Let's meet tonight."
"Can I say one stupid thing? You might like it."
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That simple exchange was exactly how you ended up outside of Lee Jihoon's apartment with Soonyoung. You had actually met Jihoon a few times outside of your little arrangement with Jun. He was at the gym quite a bit, and whenever you managed to get yourself there, he greeted you politely.
Soonyoung had convinced you to that you wouldn't regret anything if you let him 'preform with his buddy'. The wording almost led you to just text Minghao, but he would rub it in your face too much.
When Jihoon finally made it to the door, he was in his pajamas, and it was obvious then that he wasn't expecting visitors. His eyes dart between Hoshi and you, putting the pieces together slowly.
"No. I don't want any part in this."
Soonyoung pushes past anyway, pulling you with him. "You are already a part of this. You're gonna love it. It'll be great. You haven't had sex since... I don't even know. Your last girlfriend."
Jihoon closes the door behind us, brows furrowed in disbelief. "Why is that... no, I'm not doing anything with you. Hi, Y/N, good to see you."
Soonyoung hums to himself as he heads into Jihoon's bedroom, already pulling off his thick hoodie and tossing it onto the floor. As he sits on the bed, you stand awkwardly in the doorway, turning as Jihoon walks right past you, already picking up Soonyoung's hoodie.
"You're not doing stuff with me. With her. You said she goes to your gym, right? The good ass thing? I feel like you should remember that, you only said it a couple of days ago." Soonyoung starts throwing a few pillows off of Jihoon's bed, the latter already looking mortified.
You try your best to stay out of their way and out of their argument. Stepping into the room a minute later, you cross your arms, deciding if dick was really worth all of this.
"You literally talk about threesomes all the time. Why are you being shy, Jihoon? Do you have a crush?" Soonyoung teases him, watching as the younger man straightens up around his already-tidy bedroom.
Jihoon shakes his head, turning around. "I'm not shy, I just wasn't prepared for spontaneous sex with some girl while you're watching. No offense to you... you are a... a lovely woman."
You hum, placing your hand over your heart in mock sincerity. Soonyoung pulls off his shirt, throwing it to Jihoon with a grin. "Okay. Then... we'll fuck on your bed, and you can go get prepared," he tells, waving you over.
"No, I'll do it, I'm just caught off gaurd. Why don't you treat me with some respect in my own home, how about that," Jihoon rambles, Soonyoung laughing at his sudden change of mind. "I mean, only if she wanted to. Did you even ask her? Did he ask you?"
"He asked me," you respond, slightly exasperated with the two boys already. You quickly lost your impatience as you saw the outline of Soonyoung's stiffening cock through his sweats. How quickly your mind changed, too, was almost shameful.
You finally inch forward, and Soonyoung is already reaching for you, grabbing at your hips. He wastes no time, pulling you into a sloppy kiss that only worked to turn you on. Something about his eagerness and easy going attitude about the whole thing pleased you more than it should.
Jihoon shifts behind you, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. His presence was almost a heavy weight, your mind stuck on him. You could hadly focus on Soonyoung, who's hands already started busying themselves with the buttons on your jeans.
You turn your head as Soonyoung kisses down your neck. Jihoon was already palming himself through his shorts, clearly enjoying watching more than anyone thought he would.
Soonyoung finally gets your jeans down to your thighs, and you kick them the rest of the way off, crawling into his lap. You kiss him again as you roll your hips against his, Soonyoung's head tipping back with a breathy laugh.
"Jihoon. Don't you want to play with our new toy?"
The words went straight to your core. Soonyoung's words had a sudden bite, like his silliness was slowly escaping from him. You turn to face Jihoon once again, the man seemingly at a loss for words.
Soonyoung suddenly stops the roll of your hips against him, moving you easily into Jihoon's lap. Your back is pressed firm against his chest, Jihoon's erection rubbing into the damp fabric of your panties.
"You have to keep her happy. You have to tease her so she gets nice and wet for you. I thought you knew this?"
Jihoon only rolls his eyes, hands ghosting your hips. "I know what she wants," he mumbles hand sliding down and past the elastic of your panties. His fingers brush over your clit, the shock enough to make your thigh twitch.
"Hmm... but you're a greedy girl, aren't you? You want my cock, too? Want it in your mouth while Jihoonie plays with your cute pussy? That's why you're here, right? Because you're greedy."
Soonyoung's words only heat you up, your thighs clamping around Jihoon's hand. He clicks his tongue, using his free hand to pull on your thigh, reopening your legs.
"Just shut up, Soonyoung," you manage, hands already at the hem of his boxers. He only raises a brow as you pull his cock out, sighing in pleasure the minute you squeeze his base.
"Cute. Come here," he says, pulling you closer to the edge, Jihoon scooting forward with you. "You should be nice to us, pretty. We get to decide if you cum or not."
He guides your head closer to him, pressing his cock to your plush lips. "Open," he hums, Jihoon's fingers sneaking towards your leaking hole. You wrap your lips just around the very tip of Soonyoung's cock, looking up at him with innocent eyes. He seems less amused by the second, grabbing a fistful of your hair.
His look was enough to make you behave (for now), and you allow him to guide you further onto his cock. You suddenly moan, throat flexing around Soonyoung as you feel Jihoon's fingers begin to stretch your needy hole.
"Is Jun not fucking you right, sweet girl?" Jihoon suddenly questions, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You choke around Soonyoung's cock as he pushes you further, tears pricking your eyes. "You're still so tight. Poor baby. Will I have to break you in?"
You're practically drooling, Soonyoung holding your head in place as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. "It's because you're a princess with Junhui, isn't it? You just need to be treated like the slut you are."
Jihoon's fingers speed up until he can feel you clenching around them. Despite how pretty you sound whining around Soonyoung's dick, he pulls away immediately, kissing your shoulder. "Aww... so close," he mumbles, rocking his hips up into your ass.
Soonyoung slows down, pulling you off of him. "Can't handle a little fingering? That's pitiful." He tugs at your panties, getting them down to your knees. "Stand up. Come on."
His authority over you was almost shocking, as he'd been so eager and full of jokes earlier. You slide off the edge of the bed, inner thighs sticky with your slick. Soonyoung shoves your head down, almost making you stumble forward.
"Bend over." As you hesitate, he turns you around, a sharp sting suddenly burning on your ass as his hand collides with it in a loud clap. He repeats himself once more. "Bend. Over."
Jihoon coos, rubbing the reddening spot on your ass. "Soonie is so mean, isn't he? I'll be good to our girl. She just needs to be filled up, and then she'll behave." Jihoon suddenly pulls at your hips, your thighs now backed against the side of the bed.
A whimper leaves you as Jihoon spreads your cheeks apart, blowing cool air against your dripping heat. "Jihoonie will fill up this needy pussy."
Soonyoung is in front of you again, lifting your chin. "Open up. You're not done yet," he says, looking back at Jihoon who was propped up on his knees on the bed, ridding himself of his bottoms. The minute Jihoon slides into you and your mouth drops open, he forces his cock in.
Your moan turns into a gag, and Soonyoung doesn't bother taking it slow this time. His hips snap all the way forward, enough to push you back onto Jihoon's cock. He holds your head in place, squeezing his eyes shut as your throat flexes.
Jihoon slowly rocks into you, bending to kiss your spine. Soonyoung finds a rythm that Jihoon soon matches, and you're caught between the two men who know exactly what they're doing.
You only notice Soonyoung's phone when you open your eyes for a brief second, looking back at your own reflection. Tears ran down your pink cheeks, chin shining from Soonyoung's cock forcing itself down your throat over and over.
"You want to say hi to Jun? Show him how dirty you are, taking two of his friends?"
You can't even be bothered to react, too overwhelmed by the pressure inside of you threatening to explode. You just stare at the reflection, pressing one hand against Soonyoung's thigh.
Jihoon speeds up, hand reaching to play with your neglected clit. You let your moans go freely, though they're muffled and scratchy. Soonyoung tosses his phone aside, pushing your hair out of his face now as his thrusts slow.
Suddenly, your mouth is full of his release, Soonyoung letting a deep groan slip from his lips. "Fuck... fuck, fuck," he mumbles, tugging you off of his sensitive cock.
Behind you, Jihoon pulls out, leaving you unsatisfyingly empty. Soonyoung practically throws you onto your back, diving into your pussy. His tongue works on you as Jihoon jerks himself off, spilling all over your thigh, Soonyoung grunting as Jihoon's seed manages to get into his hair.
The minute Soonyoung bites down on your clit, your orgasm is washing over you. His tongue laps at your release, egging you on with a moan of his own. Jihoon has already abandoned the two of you to get cleaned up, Soonyoung already overworking your sensitive clit.
When he finally pulls away, all he has to say is, "Let's make this a biweekly thing."
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"I'm telling you guys, it's a thrill. Jun won't care. He already let Jihoon and Minghao, too. She's great."
Vernon doesn't look away from his phone as Soonyoung tries to sell them on trying out some sort of threesome set up with Jun's kinda girlfriend. "I'll do it if Josh does it."
home for the holidays and trying to do a timelapse of finishing the next chap in the svt series … my set up is a tissue box with coins inside … not working so well for me
(yes i write inside of the tumblr app … don’t judge me, google docs deletes all my wips)
hi everyone! i can't believe that 2025 is about to come to a close, and i just want to say how thankful i am for the wonderful community i've been a part of! even though i've really only been here for half of the year since i joined in june, i still feel like i've made so many connections and have been able to share so much with you guys! and don't fret, i'm looking forward to giving you guys much more in 2026!
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ˎˊ˗ IT'S HARD TO CONTAIN MYSELF WHEN MY BEST FRIEND'S CUTE, LITTLE PANTIES ARE PEEKING OUT FROM BENEATH HER SKIRT! Choi Beomgyu has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. And, for as long as he can remember, you have been a little tease!
⌗ pairing: best friend!beomgyu x oblivious!reader
↳ notes: please give me advice and some constructive criticism! — smut, dom!beomgyu, begging, praise, blowjob, cocky gyu .. i've been working hard to improve my writing skills .. i hope my passion shows through my words! while it’s still not the best, i hope you can enjoy it. i feel like it has a much better flow than my usual works! please consider submitting requests so i can grow and help fulfill your desires ! ᐢ..ᐢ
request example: hi, lae/bunni! can i request...
requests i’m on the lookout for: yeonjun
You really shouldn’t be making yourself so comfortable on his bed—especially not with your cute little skirt riding up to reveal your new, lacy panties. He knew that if you were aware of every single thought racing through his head, you’d sit right up and call him a pervert. You wouldn’t be sprawled out so openly across his sheets, feet bouncing lazily in the air, at least.
Beomgyu tells himself not to stare. He does every time you shift, every time his eyes catch on the soft, blue frill that made you look like a doll. It was too painful to look away. You look so sweet like this, evening light pooling from his window and sculpting your thighs so flawlessly. It was all just for him. That's what he wanted to think, though every stolen glance just made him feel guiltier.
“Beomgyu.”
Your voice cuts through the air like like a rusted blade, causing Beomgyu to feel as if he’d been caught in the act. You tell him that he should be present, to pull himself out of dreamland, but he can only focus on the hem of your skirt that was slowly inching higher.
“Gyu. You’re still not paying attention,” you whine, pouting when his answer comes too slowly. Beomgyu huffs out a weak laugh, his throat scratchy from holding his breath. How could he pay attention to your useless, one sided conversation when you looked like this?
“You’re red,” you hum, squinting at him. You sit up and take his face in your hands. His cheeks are hot under your fingers, his eyebrow twitching from your quick pinch. He wishes you knew, now, what you’re really doing to him.
It’s funny to you. Of course it is. To him, it’s torture. With how close you are now, you can feel the puff of air that leaves his nose in a particularly pained exhale. Your hands trail down his shoulders, a landing on his chest. “Why are you so quiet?”
The sudden grasp on your wrist makes you jump, his grip tighter than it should be. “Stop,” he croaks, voice strained. Nails bite into your skin, sharp and sudden. Surprising enough to make you squirm. He knows he should say something, anything. He should play it off, laugh like it was all a joke.
“Do you even know what you do to me?”
The words slip out before he can stop them. They embarrass him before he can even apologize for the rough grip and harsh tone. His heart pounds as the tension builds. It was a make or break moment for him, the flood of desire breaking through the walls he’d struggled to build this whole time.
Eyes flickering across his face, you calculate. Stepping back into your mind, you replay his words, remember his previous silence, trying to put the pieces together. His breath comes out shakily and your gaze drops, snagging on the tent in his jeans. You had been oblivious to it before, but now it was just… so obvious. Like it had been right in front of you this whole time. Which, it had.
Your throat goes dry, but the missing wetness begins to collect elsewhere. Had your fool of a best friend been thinking about you in such a naughty way this whole time? What did you do to him? A heavy fire burned slowly in the pit of your stomach. Now, you couldn’t look away.
It’s perverse, the way you’re thinking of him. It was disgusting to be having these thoughts about a friend. Shameless. However, you couldn’t seem to find a hint of guilt in your heart. You were only worrying about his little problem, wondering how long had he been sitting like this. Pent up in his cold bedroom with no near sign of release? You’d have to fix that.
Beomgyu’s touch still burned against your skin, chest rising and falling too fast. He was panicking, you could tell. He tried searching for a way to retreat, but under your eyes, he felt small. He felt dirty for being like this, so openly aroused over something minuscule. However, the second you looked up at him with those hazy eyes, he could sense it. You wanted him too.
The slow shift of your thighs was all he needed.
“You think I didn’t notice that?” he scoffs, eyes burning into you. “Dirty girl. Here I was, going to apologize for being such a creep, but you like it. You’re glad I’m having these fantasies about you. Maybe you should apologize to me, instead. Say sorry for being such a tease, hm?”
Was he serious? Just a moment ago, he looked like he could burst into tears. Now this?
“…What?”
The crack in your voice gave you away, but so did the heat creeping up your neck. He was right. You did like it. In fact, you reveled in it — knowing Beomgyu had been having these filthy thoughts about you all along.
“I said apologize.” His eyes were half lidded, grip tightening around your wrist. The continued claw of his nails made your brain feel foggy. “Get on your knees and make me believe it. Show me you’re sorry for being such a tease… even though we both know you’re not.”
“I wasn’t trying to tease you.”
Your voice comes out small, wavering, once again. It made you even more unreliable. Technically, you weren’t lying. You hadn’t meant to do any of this — sprawl out across his bed, let your skirt ride up like that. This time, nothing you’d done was intentional. But the way Beomgyu’s eyes bore into you now makes it impossible to explain yourself without sounding guilty. Especially when you may or may not have pulled stunts like this before.
His lips curl into a cocky smirk, your subtle arousal feeding his ego. “Not trying?” he echoes, voice soft but incredulous. His hand moves from your wrist to your thigh, thumb pressed deeply into the soft flesh. “Sweetheart, you’ve been showing off that cute, little cunt all night. Those panties do nothing. Don’t tell me you didn’t wear these just so I might see. I won’t ask you again. Apologize.”
He stands, patting your knee. His tone was sharp, way too pleased. “C’mon. On your knees.”
Part of you wanted to laugh in his face. This was Beomgyu. As cocky as ever, but still, you’ve never known him to get bitches. He never spoke of other girls, never told one-night-stand horror stories. Then again, maybe he was waiting for you this whole time. The other part that lingered on that thought wanted to obey, see how far he would take this. Because you knew, if you gave in now, there was no going back.
Hesitation took hold of your mind, trapping you in disbelief for an embarrassingly long time. You could almost see Beomgyu’s patience thinning. It took away any doubt you had about his seriousness. When you finally slide off of the side of the bed, he hums in approval. For whatever stupid reason, it sends a rush of heat straight to your pussy.
As soon as your knees touched the patchy, carpeted floor, Beomgyu’s fingers are in your hair. Pulling your head back with no doubt in himself, he looks down at you. He was waiting. Expectantly staring as if he hadn’t just told you to do, quite possible, the single most humiliating thing you’d ever done.
“Look at you,” his thumb presses against your mouth, coaxing your lips open just a little. “On your knees, just for me. Prettiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’ll let you off easy, since you look so cute like this. Just say you’re sorry for teasing me, and I’ll give you want I know you want.”
An almost salty taste spreads across your tongue as the pad of his thumb slips past your lips. You sigh around his finger, embarrassment and neediness blending together into one complex emotion. What did you value more at this moment? Your pride or your desire?
“I’m sorry, Gyu. I’m sorry for teasing you.”
Your throat tightened around the words, wanting to reject him. You know he didn’t even care about the actual apology. He just wanted you to make a fool of yourself in front of him. Especially with you drooling these ridiculous words against his thumb.
“Are you sorry for being such a disgusting pervert, too? Are you sorry for getting so horny, just from seeing the outline of your friend’s cock?”
He was testing you. You knew that. Beomgyu wanted to see how much he could get away with. Fortunately enough for him, you could feel shame grow weaker against arousal. “I’m sorry for being a pervert,” you finally mutter, spitting it out in defeat. He simply laughs.
“What a good girl,” he coos, pulling his hand away and wiping his damp thumb on your shirt. “Listening so well. You must really know what’s best for you, huh? Such an angel. I’ll give you what you want. You know I will.”
His words worked against you in the best way possible. You could feel the slick collecting in your ruined panties, hear your own, desperate heartbeat. Something about his cockiness was so delicious. “Gyu…” you huff, looking up at him with pleading eyes. You were getting impatient, yourself.
“Oh,” he hums, his own hand ghosting over his bulge. “I didn't say you'd get it now, did I?” Beomgyu slowly palms himself, making slow circles over the thickness in his jeans. His cock strained against the rough fabric, friction causing his quiet grunts. “You can be patient for a little while, hm? I’ve been patient for a long time. Don’t you think I deserve this?”
The rub of your thighs was hardly enough to satisfy the pure ache in your dripping pussy. You should’ve known he would do this. You know him better than anyone, yet still expected him to please you before himself. Your own body reacted as he touched his, his eyes never leaving your flushed face.
“Beomgyu. Please,” you breathe, hands moving hastily towards his belt. He was taking it slow just to piss you off. He could see how needy you are and wanted to remember exactly how it felt for the rest of his life.
“Aw, desperate girl. Go ahead, baby. Since I’m feeling generous, you can suck my dick,” he purrs, ruffling your hair. This man just loved to piss you off. Nonetheless, desperation was a difficult call to ignore.
Jingling, his belt buckle hits the floor quickly, his pants following. You rub him through his damp boxers, sticky tip making a mess in his nice clothes. “Gyu. Making a mess.” You tilt your head, pulling the elastic band down towards his thigh.
His thick cock hung heavy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined it before. Of course, it was much better in person. Soft, fleshy tip. Pretty veins wrapping his shaft like a gift. It all made you way too light headed. He shifted forward, moving a hand to the back of your head.
“Go on. Don’t keep me waiting.”
When his fat tip finally hit your tongue, you felt a slight sense of relief. The satisfaction of at least having one of your holes full was enough to satiate you, even just for a moment. When your lips finally wrapped all the away around his burning length, he let out a groan that felt like its own reward.
“So good. I know you can do it well, you’re such a fucking slut. Fuck, take it,” he tells you, pushing his hips forward. You choke around him as he hits the back of your throat, the intrusion expected, but still somehow surprising. Beomgyu moans, heavily pleased as you gag around him. He tilts his head back, holding you in place for a moment.
The burn causes tears to prick in your eyes, hands planted firmly against his thighs. “Fucking drool around my cock. Holy shit…”
When he finally pulls you off, he barely gives you a second to breathe before he’s guiding you forward again. Your coughing only fuels his eagerness. “Don’t waste my time. C’mon.” Once he finds his way back into your mouth, he allows you to set the pace.
Your tongue drags against the underside of his shaft, following a vein up to his tip. His thigh twitches and his eyes squeeze shut. In that moment, it was clear that he was totally inexperienced. A big talker with nothing to back him up.
The second you add a little pressure, the insides of your cheeks brushing against his tip, he’s cumming. “Ohhh, fuck, I’m….”
Thick, sticky ropes coat your throat, the sheer amount making you gag once more. He keeps your head in place, fingers gripping the roots of your hair harshly as he empties himself. Though you were swallowing as much as you could, the tiniest bit still dribbled past your lips.
Pulling away, he takes a deep breath. “Well. Goodnight, Yn.”
Your eyebrows furrow immediately, looking up at him incredulously as you lick your lips. “Are you kidding me?” You scoff as he crawls into bed, pulling his covers over himself. “Fuck you!”
“Maybe tomorrow. Turn off the light on your way out.”
omg you started stanning svt 🥹 are you gonna write any fluff for them ?
actually seventeen was one of the first groups i stanned .. them and bts !! i don’t have a clue why ive never actually written anything for either of them .. usually i just write wtv i have inspo for
i’ll write anything for them .. i just have to wait for the inspo and motivation to strike at the same time
✐ᝰ jungwon’s idea of commitment starts and ends with his 9-to-5: deadlines, structure, and way too much overtime. then you show up, and suddenly he’s the one off balance. he’s falling fast, but you’re crushing on someone else—and also, someone keeps stealing his damn parking slot!
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a/n: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD AFFF it's been a busy few days ... anw jus a lil filler chapter!! ynwon twitter moots finally⁉️😲
does anyone get me when i say my bias doesn’t also have to be my man .. like why do people think im crazy for saying that
i could have a favorite member who i admire for their personality, work ethic, or vocal/dance skills while ALSO having an entirely separate crushy poo on another member ..
bias ≠ my man ..
like can i say that sunoo is my bias but jungwon is my man + hoshi is my bias but minghao is my man in PEACE ??
ˎˊ˗ IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE HOOKUP ... maybe you really are a whore! When you first started seeing Wen Junhui, you told yourself it was a private ordeal; something to relieve your stress. At least, it was, until he invited his friend, Minghao... who invited his friends. Now you’re caught between thirteen seriously handsome guys!
⌗ paring: jun x fem!reader x the8
↳ content: 3k words of pure smut. threesome, fingering, piv
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⌗ lae’s notes: while it still feels a bit repetitive and wordy, i’m working hard to improve my writing .. i hope that, by the end of this series, you all can see just how i’ve improved ! i’ll keep working hard to get better, and push out things that are pleasant to read
It was supposed to be simple. Easy. A private fling with Junhui - slow hands, a sweet smile, a secret that was horribly dirty but still presented itself as something innocent. You promised yourself it wouldn't be complicated. It wasn’t. It was a quick fuck, just once a week, with a friend who didn’t make it weirder than it had to be. However, nothing stays perfect forever, and it did get a bit weird after the first four times.
He laughed into your throat, interrupting the typical quiet that usually kicked off each of your little hook ups. "Hao thinks you're cute." It wasn’t just a tossed comment. You’d learned it was never really that simple with Jun. He was going to add to it.
“I think that we should try something. With him.”
You shrugged, said okay, the way people say okay to coming over for dinner. Now, however, you're in their apartment, after letting yourself in, with heavier makeup than usual and a pit in your stomach that you couldn’t title as good nor bad.
You tell yourself you're not nervous, despite the way your heart was pounding against your ribs. You're just... in tune with your surroundings. Aware of the stupidly pleasant smell of fresh fruit coming from the kitchen, aware of the way the hallway carries every sound, giving you a run down of everyone who might be home. Too many people to be having a threesome with your ‘acquaintance’ and his best buddy. Too many people who could walk out for a glass of water and wonder what the hell was happening in Jun’s room.
Jun opens the door of his bedroom, loose strands of hair falling into his eyes. "There you are," he hums, peeking out from the frame. That tone that always made trouble feel like a date. Like some secret romance. It wasn’t romance. It was just sex. That’s what you told yourself, at least.
"You're late."
"Traffic," you respond, which is true, though you do forget to mention the nerves, lip gloss reapplication, and staring at your reflection in pure disbelief. Ten minutes were probably spent wondering why you’d agreed to this.
He leans in and kisses you like you never left last time - warm, unhurried, smiling against your mouth. That was why you agreed to this. Jun could be very convincing when he wanted to be.
His hands fall to your hips, and the way he digs his fingers in, just a little, makes your body remember him faster than your brain. When he pulls back, you almost chase him, until you can see him searching your face like he’s getting ready to laugh. "You good?"
"I'm incredible," you lie, because you could feel the sweat forming at the base of your neck. "Is he...?"
"Home?" Jun finishes, turning his back on you for a moment to stare down the hall. "Yeah. He’s behaving. Barely. I told him to wait, but I think he’s more into the anticipation than actually getting started.”
You kick off your heels, the ones you scoff at yourself for wearing, and follow him down the hall. The place is very… them: low couch with a cracked leg, neat bookshelves with hardly any books, a plant that's (somehow) survived busy schedules, and a candle burning something lemon-y. Not your first choice.
Walking past one of the rooms, you raise your brow, seeing piles of clothes on the floor, packages stacked on the desk, unopened. You were suddenly grateful that Jun only had one pile of clothes on his floor.
Minghao is on Jun’s bed, a hoodie thrown over his slim frame like he got ready in under five minutes. To be fair, the hoodie would be off in five minutes, anyway. He looks up when you enter, eyes sweeping you in a way that's somehow very, very loud. The buzzing in your mind didn’t exactly contribute to any sense of peace.
"Hey," he says, voice intimidatingly calm, like he’d done this before. "You look nice."
"Right," you scoff, because the dress you picked is horribly short and kind of ridiculous. It was supposed to hide all of the nerves you were holding for tonight, but it wasn’t doing its job very well.
Minghao lifts a brow, looking down at his watch. "You do."
Jun guides you toward the bed with a quiet pressure. Though you didn’t know him that well, he definitely knew you in and out. Maybe you just had a louder personality. Maybe he was good at reading the girls he slept with. Though you weren’t sure that he was even with girls. A lot of the time, it seemed like it was just you. "Sit. I'll get you water."
"Wine?" you ask without even a second thought.
"You sure?" His gives you a look. Not judgmental, but not judgment free. "You’re not gonna hide behind it all night?"
You hate that he could so easily guess your intentions. "Water is fine."
While he disappears back into the big apartment, you take the end of the bed opposite Minghao. From here, you can stare from a slightly more respectful distance. The familiarity is dangerous. It makes everything feel domestic, which it isn't—not even a little. You didn’t even know the guy, if anything, you should be walking out right n—
"You don't have to do this," Minghao tells you gently, like he could hear every thought in your brain. There's no mockery in it, no teasing. Just an easy exit. A quick way out, said in privacy as to not embarrass you in front of Jun.
"I want to," you respond, way too quickly, your voice only revealing a tiny piece of your hidden desire. "I... like Junhui." Your eyes flicker toward the kitchen, where the ice machine growls. "And he likes you. So… I want to.”
"Mutual, then." Minghao's mouth curves. "Starting off on an even playing field."
Jun returns with a short glass of water and a plate of sliced strawberries. He offers you the plate, setting the water down on his bedside table. You take a piece and your fingers brush his. A redness on your cheeks flares embarrassingly bright for a gesture so innocent. It was like you were in middle school again, being paired up with your crush for a project.
"Ground rules," Jun says, the words mumbled around the tart fruit he’d shoved into his mouth a second before. He drops down in the middle of you and Minghao, like he's literally bridging the two of you together. "Use your words. If something's not working for you, tell me. Or Hao, I guess. If you need a break, say it. If you want more..." His smirks slightly, taking the plate back from your hands and reaching across Minghao to slide it onto the other table. "Say it."
Minghao hums in a smooth agreement, turning off his phone for the night. "If you say stop, we stop. No questions, no embarrassment." He promises, still so relaxed that it makes you feel an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal.
"Okay," you breathe.
"And-" You cut yourself off and press your tongue to the back of your teeth. You felt like a silly, little virgin in the moment, swallowing words and nuances like they were too sexual to be said aloud. "If I get... shy."
Jun laughs, not sounding surprised that you’re suddenly toeing around the usual fire you give him. "Then we slow down."
Minghao's eyes catch on your lips, then climb up to your eyes. "Or we make it easier for you to be brave. Take the lead?"
The dread inside of you flips as easily as a coin, landing on its other face: excitement, nausea's sexier sister. You reach over and take a long sip of water before setting the glass down. A stupid urge to giggle bubbles up; you bite it back.
"C’mere," Jun says, not quite a command—more like a suggestion that your body has already accepted in under a second. You shift closer and his hand slides down your head and towards your neck, thumb stroking the smooth edge of your jaw. He kisses you again, and it's deeper now, angled, his mouth coaxing you open with a impolite pressure. For some reason, knowing that his friend was watching made you all the more eager.
He makes it feel like you were in slow motion: featherlight touch, tongue, gentle clash of teeth, and a breath. Minghao watches without pretending not to. He's studying you—the way your breath stutters, the pace you both fight to create, which noises you make and when.
When he finally leans forward. It's not to interrupt, but to join: his fingers rest on your knee, a question you can easily shake off. You don't. How could you? Your blood was running hot and you couldn’t help but want to pick up the pace.
You angle your legs and that small permission makes something shift in the room. The candle seems stronger; the tension in the air gets thicker. Jun's hand trails down to your shoulder and along your arm, fingertips ghosting over the goosebumps he was creating.
Minghao's touch skips upwards, skimming the hem of your dress. You don't move. He draws a slow line on your inner thigh with his knuckles, fingertips creeping up to push against your clothed clit. The hitch in your breath betrays you, the unfortunate cause of Jun’s sudden distance from your lips.
"Still okay?"
"Mm." You nod. It feels absurdly romantic to be checked in on while you're this much of a mess already. You can’t tell yourself you hate it. Not when you were already dripping, dampening the tips of Hao’s fingers as he simply prodded at the plush heat through your panties.
"Good." Jun pecks the corner your mouth, then your cheek, then the corner of your jaw. A routine he’d established the first time this all happened. "You still taste like me."
"I know. It’s a permanent thing, now," you mutter, breathier than you mean to.
"I don’t hate it," he smiles cheerfully, and leans back, palms firm on your hips to tug you across his lap. You let him, though you sigh at the missing pressure that came from Minghao’s fingers. Knees sink into the bed on either side of him; the dress rides up your thighs. It was starting to become a frustratingly noticeable barrier.
Hao's hands land ghost-light on your waist from behind you, hesitantly pressing a wet kiss to the side of your throat. "Pretty," he mumbles, and for a second you don't know if he means the dress or you. He moves your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at his pretty face, long hair falling into his eyes.
"Can I?"
You nod again, and his mouth finds the side of your neck with a slowness that is borderline cruel.
You expected him to kiss you, but then you remembered how selfish Jun could be. He’d probably set a rule before you arrived that only he could have your lips. He told you many times that your lips were only his, though that had been a heat of a moment thing before.
Jun's mouth takes yours again, as if he could interrupt your thoughts, and you're trapped between two different approaches to the same problem. You can feel the slow hump of Hao’s hips against your back, and you wanted to moan just from the subtlety of it. It should be too much, and it is, but it's also extremely perfect. The correct amount of too much.
You roll your hips in sync without meaning to. Jun inhales suddenly, like you knocked air out of him. "Careful," he warns in a low growl, not that he did so very convincingly. "You'll make me-"
"Good," you interrupt. You chase his mouth and he lets you, tipping back against the cool, wooden headboard.
His hands push themselves under your dress, palms squeezing the hot flesh of your ass. You feel it all the way up your spine, both of their desperations adding heat to the small room.
Minghao peels Jun’s hands off of you, and at first, they fight for that spot, before Hao finally manages to get your panties somewhat down your thighs. They were soaked, the center sticking to itself.
“I can do it,” Jun says, pushing Minghao back. “Stop. I can do it.” He repeats more firmly, tugging at the ruined fabric until it was out of the way. You sit in silence, just watching their hands push at each other.
"Pretty girl. You know I can do it all best, don’t you, honey?" It's silly, somehow, that a jealous little sneer can make your head swim this much. Minghao scoffs from behind you, muttering a quiet ‘relax’ while he unzips his jeans.
Jun’s fingers dig into your sides again, and he rolls your hips against his, heavy breath fanning over your collarbone. “I’ll relax when you let me handle my girl.”
“Jun.”
"We’re sharing, aren’t we? Don’t you want her to feel good?” Minghao’s question hangs in the air as he pulls your dress over your head. The action caught you by surprise for just a second, but then you’re melting into his hands. He was loosing his previously endless patience.
Jun’s own hands twitch on your hips like he wanted to push Minghao away again, but instead, he puts that energy into grinding you down onto his cock twice as hard. “Just take off your clothes,” he grumbles, very much deciding that he does not like to share as much as he thought he would.
The absurdity of it derails you. A laugh escapes, shaky but fond. "Is that an attitude?"
"Something like that," Jun answers, and kisses you, his mouth more desperate to be on you now. All of the sensations were adding up. Jun’s drag of your hips against his own, Minghao’s nimble fingers toying with your nipples as he tries to get a better view. It builds, a little wave inside a bigger one. Minghao’s fingers slide down into your slick now, careful at first, then confident.
Your whole body flinches around the new stretch, Hao going right in as he pulls you back against him. Jun’s jaw is clenched as he settles for resting his hands against your thighs.
"That's my girl," and "Tell me if it's too much," and "God, you feel like-" begins to spill out. Minghao swallows the rest of it against your shoulder.
Jun works himself out of his own clothes, shirt coming off first before he’s pushing his sweats as far down his legs as he can get them with you sitting on his shins. Hao catches every sound you make and reads it to adjust the rest; he kisses you when you're too loud and says your name when you go too quiet. You don't feel like you're falling into a mistake anymore; you feel like this is exactly what you should have been doing the whole time.
When you start to tremble, Jun's tone shifts—softer, coaxing. The jealousy is left behind and his hand is ignoring his bulge now to thumb at your clit.
"You're almost there," he breathes, listening to the little whimpers that were escaping you so quickly and repeatedly. "I can feel it. Let go. Let me have it."
It's stupid, the way those words hit. You hold onto Minghao's arm with one hand and Jun's shoulder with the other. Finally, you let the tension snap like a string that had been pulled way too tightly. The whole world narrows to wet heat and whimpers and the rough fabric of Hao's sleeve under your nails.
Jun keeps you on his lap until you stop shaking, watching the slow pump of Minghao’s fingers disappear and reappear from your fluttering cunt. "You okay?" Jun asks, grinning, like he just got away with something.
"Yeah," you breathe, a laugh catching. That happened way too quickly. "I- yeah."
Jun's hands press at your thighs, a warning before he lifts you a little, readjusting you against him. You realize then, belatedly, that he'd manage to shed his boxers, too. The awareness spikes through you like a shattered window. You weren’t done yet.
"You-" You pause, flustered by your own boldness. You were never this shy around Jun, but Minghao’s presence made everything feel more intense. "Do you want..."
Jun's head falls back against the bed with a quiet groan that might very well be prayer-adjacent. "Yes," he nods. "Very much."
You lean forward and kiss Jun like a reward, and he hums like he's been given something he earned. Minghao slides off the bed as Jun pushes your knees open to slot himself under you better.
"Condom," Minghao asks, opening Jun’s series of drawers.
“We don’t usually… just… other side,” Jun says, too desperate to explain and too needy to argue with Minghao about safe sex practices.
When Minghao finally finds the box, that hadn’t even been opened until now, he tosses the small square to Jun. Jun tears the foil and rolls the condom down with a care that, weirdly enough, turns you on more than anything—the tenderness of the ritual was something new, since the both of you typically rushed into just getting his dick inside of you.
Hao sits next to you both as you sink down slow, Jun letting out a heavy breath. You brace a hand on his chest and the other reaches for Minghao’s untouched dick, though Minghao catches your wrist.
"Easy," he whispers, thumb stroking over your pulse. "You're okay. I’m good.”
He, instead, places your traveling hand on his knee as he pushes his briefs down his hips, tugging his cock out as he watches his friend’s disappear into you.
Jun's hands never stop moving: your hips, your waist, your lower back. He guides without even opening his eyes, lets you control the pace until your face is buried in his shoulder. Then he smiles—that infuriating, gorgeous smile—and starts to meet you halfway, slow at first and then not at all.
Minghao's mouth finds your shoulder, then your back, kissing along the line of your spine each time you lift away. His hands slide to your chest, greedy, because he can’t help himself. He murmurs things in Chinese that you can't entirely process, endearments tucked in between corrections: good girl, pretty, that's it, slower, faster. You think you could learn a language this way, if you had to.
Jun breathes something that sounds like a plea. "Baby," he says, and it's the kind of nickname that works because he says it like he's the one who needs you, and not the other way around. "I'm not— you're gonna—"
He groans and you change the angle just to hear it again. The second sound is caught between a laugh and a moan and you feel stupidly accomplished. Like you were being awarded for the burn in your thighs that could only be caused by bouncing on your friend’s cock.
"Look at him," Minghao murmurs, lifting your head with gentle fingers so you can see Jun properly. He's flushed and shining, hair in his eyes, mouth open like he's trying to catch air. "He's gone."
"Shut up," Jun says, which would be convincing if his voice didn't crack halfway through.
Even then, you’re the one who loses it first. It's less dramatic than the first time but somehow bigger, a pull that drags through your whole body. You fold forward with a gasp and Jun holds you together while you come apart, his rhythm stuttering.
Minghao pumps his own cock slowly, savoring it, though he wasn’t far from nutting all over Jun’s sheets. His pace almost made Junhui scoff, like Minghao was purposely holding out to look cool.
When Jun finishes, he does so as beautifully as ever, like something surrendering with pure relief. He pulls you down hard and stills, a whine matching the moan that he steals from your throat. You feel his pulse throb inside of your cunt, the thin condom doing little to stop the sensation. The apartment is very quiet after that. Something that worried you before, but now just turned you on. Like you wanted to get caught.
No one moves for a long moment, until you see the slow drip of cum sliding down Minghao’s wrist.
"You two are loud."
"Yeah, I think you’ve mentioned that before,” Jun huffs, eyes still shut as he just barely grinds you down onto his spent cock, before helping you off.
Minghao disappears for a second and returns with warm washcloths because he's frustratingly practical. Tossing one haphazardly to Jun, he uses the other to wipe himself down, seemingly pleased despite how little he actually had done to him.
Your phone lights up on the coffee table with a text from a friend asking how everything went. You stare at the screen for a second, then put it face down and reach for the abandoned plate of strawberries.
How did it go? You walked into a decision with a hardly open mind and found out that being wanted by two people who know how to handle you perfectly might be the most terrifyingly good idea you've had in a while.
Jun sits too close after cleaning up and steals your first bite carelessly. You smack his wrist and he laughs, mouth full. It never felt weird when you went from fucking to hanging out like casual buddies. It felt better than just dipping, at least.
“Next time, I’ll fuck you,” Minghao says simply—confidently. Like he knew you’d agree with no problems.
Junhui immediately scoffs, furrowing his brows as he looks away from the fruit in your hands. “Yeah, next time. Right.”
“There will be a next time. You don’t fuck her right. I will.”
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Later that week, Jun's phone keeps buzzing. At first he ignores it - Hao's at the studio, you had just been over the night before. He assumed it wasn’t anyone important with that knowledge. Then the fifth buzz comes through and he sighs.
Soonyoung. Yeah. No one important.
When Jun finally picks up his phone to mute the notifications, Soonyoung’s name takes over his screen, an ‘accept call’ button nearly giving him a heart attack.
"Hyung, you free tonight?" Soonyoung blurts the second Jun answers. "Listen, hear me out.” Jun pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I promised myself to never hear you out."
"No, no, it's good! Amazing, actually. You’ll love this. It's just— remember your friend? The one you said was chill? The one who—"
"Soonyoung," Jun warns.
A sheepish laugh on the other end sounds, relieving a bit of Jun’s exasperation. "I'm just saying, she's sounds great, according to Hao, and if you're not seeing her tonight... maybe let me borrow her? Just for a bit? Jihoon can keep me in check! I won’t do anything crazy."
A muffled "Don't drag me into this," comes from Jihoon somewhere behind him, flat as ever.
Jun sits up. "You're serious?" He couldn’t even believe the request coming from Soonyoung’s mouth. Actually, he could absolutely believe it. He just didn’t think he’d be asking so soon.
"You always say sharing is caring!"
"Look. I’m busy. Call me later, we’ll talk."
"So that's a yes?" Soonyoung presses.
"That's a we'll talk," Jun answers, ending the call. “Jesus christ..”
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