Tags: explicit sexual content, choking kink / neck play, brat taming, praise + possessiveness, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, multiple positions, couch sex, shower sex, best friends to lovers, sexual tension
Word count : 9.6k
Summary: Heβs the golden boy of your friend group, also your best friend of ten years. Touchy without thinking. Protective without asking. And hotβcriminally hotβwithout ever being yours. Until one night, in the middle of a crowded living room, his hand wraps around your neck without thinking. And you realizeβ¦ he has no idea.
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Chan walked into your apartment like he paid rentβhoodie half-zipped, keys jingling in his hand, the familiar scent of clean laundry and whatever cologne he swiped from his dresser that morning trailing in after him. He kicked off his shoes like a man with no shame and made a beeline for your fridge.
You didnβt even look up from your laptop. βYou steal one more yogurt and Iβm reporting you to the building board.β
He opened the fridge. βYou donβt even like Greek yogurt.β
βYou donβt know my life.β
βI know you used it once for a TikTok mask and gagged.β
You grinned. βOkay, fine. But still. Ask before you mooch.β
He shut the fridge and padded over, yogurt in one hand, water bottle in the other. βNever have. Never will.β
Chan dropped onto the couch beside you, close enough for his thigh to press solidly against yours. He stretched his arm behind you like he was at a movie theatre trying to flirt with a stranger. His fingers brushed your shoulder, then stayed there. Rested. Comfortable.
Normal.
You didnβt move. Just kept typing, one leg curled beneath you, the other pressed tight against his. Youβd long since stopped noticing how often his body found yours. Chan was touchyβhad been since high school. Always stretching across your lap, squeezing your arms, playing with your fingers absentmindedly during long talks. You didnβt even flinch when his palm dropped to your knee now, warm and casual.
This was just how it had always been.
People didnβt get it. Not back in school, not in college, not now when you lived a few floors apart and spent most nights either at his place or yours. The teasing from friends had been endless, and the side-eyes never stopped. But neither of you had ever crossed that line. Not even once.
Not even close.
You were hot. He was hot. That was an objective fact. But hot didnβt mean available. It didnβt mean interested. Not between you two.
Chan opened the yogurt with one hand and shoved the lid at you. βLick this. Be useful.β
You turned your face slowly. βYou want me to lick your foil lid?β
βIβm not dirtying a spoon just to eat this.β
βYouβre so unserious.β
βIβm efficient.β
You took the lid, licked it once with a dramatic roll of your eyes, and handed it back. βHappy?β
He grinned. βAlways.β
He popped the rest of the yogurt into his mouth and grabbed the TV remote, settling in like he didnβt plan on leaving for hours. You werenβt surprised. Most nights looked like thisβChan in your space, touching you somewhere, somehow, while the two of you talked about everything and nothing. He never asked. You never flinched. You barely noticed anymore.
And even when his hand slid just a little higher on your thighβthumb brushing back and forth across the thin fabric of your shortsβyou didnβt think twice. It didnβt register. Just Chan being Chan. Just another Tuesday.
βΈ»
Chanβs living room was loud. Like it always was when everyone crowded into his space.
Music buzzed from the Bluetooth speaker someone had connected half an hour ago. Your group of friends were splayed across every surfaceβcouch cushions, beanbags, someone cross-legged on the floorβarguing over which movie to watch while the food delivery slowly made its way through Friday night traffic.
You were curled into the corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath you, half-listening, half-scrolling on your phone. Comfortable. Cozy. Familiar.
Youβd lost count of how many nights like this thereβd been. Movie nights, lazy dinners, game nights that never ended with the actual game. And Chanβalways at the center of it. Hosting, leaning against walls with his arms crossed, eyes creased from laughter.
Right now, he was behind you, one knee on the couch as he leaned over to grab the remote off the coffee table. The angle brought his chest close to your back, the edge of his hoodie brushing your cheek before he spoke over your head.
βWhy are we even voting?β he asked. βWe all know itβs gonna end up being some sad indie movie with subtitles.β
βBecause you like chaos,β someone shot back. βWeβre trying to have feelings tonight.β
Chan huffed a laugh, dropped the remote onto the cushion beside you, and stayed where he wasβhalf-standing behind the couch, his weight shifting from one arm to the next.
Then you felt it.
One hand landed lightly on your shoulder. And before you could glance back or even think twice, it slid upward.
His palm curved gently around the side of your neck.
Not tight. Not firm. Just resting.
His thumb brushed the underside of your jaw once, then paused, like he was measuring something.
βHuh,β he murmured, half to himself. βYour neckβs tiny.β
He squeezedβnot hard, just curious. Testing the width of it in his hand. Like he was checking the fit of something he already owned. His fingers spread easily around your throat, thick and relaxed, his thumb nearly meeting his fingertips on the other side.
You didnβt move.
Couldnβt.
You kept your phone up, face calm, body casual. But inside?
You were choking.
Silently. Violently.
He had no idea.
He wasnβt even thinking about it. It was just Chan being Chanβtouchy, absentminded, always touching you. Always. Youβd never given it a second thought.
But this?
This was the one place youβd never imagined his hand.
The one part of your body that could short-circuit you with just a look, if the wrong person stared too long. And here he wasβfingers wrapped casually around it, thumb brushing over your pulse, eyes probably still on the TV while your soul momentarily left your body.
You blinked. Swallowed. Scrolled aimlessly to mask the tension pooling hot in your stomach.
βChan,β someone called out. βYou good?β
βYeah,β he said distractedly, thumb still grazing your neck. βJust thinking how weird it is that thisββ he gave the softest squeeze, ββcould pop like a grape.β
You let out a short, strangled sound that you masked as a cough.
Chan chuckled and finally moved away, dropping onto the armrest beside you with a bounce. His arm still brushed your shoulder, but the pressure on your throat was gone. Like it never happened.
Like it meant nothing.
And to him, it probably didnβt.
But to you?
You werenβt even sure if your breath had come back yet.
βΈ»
The door shut with a final click.
Silence fell over Chanβs apartment, the kind that only came after hours of noiseβempty cups scattered across his counter, the echo of laughter still clinging to the walls. You sank deeper into the couch with a sigh, one hand absently rubbing your shoulder where it ached from sitting in the same position too long.
Chan reappeared from the kitchen, hair pushed back by a band now, hoodie sleeves rolled to the elbows. He tossed a bottle of water onto the coffee table and plopped down beside you, then paused.
βYou okay?β he asked.
βFine,β you said, too quick. βJustβ¦ tired.β
He narrowed his eyes. βYouβre stiff.β
You shrugged, not looking at him. βYeah, well. You try staying upright for four hours while Minho screams at the TV like it insulted his mother.β
He patted the space between his legs. βCβmon. Let me fix it.β
You hesitated, but only for a beat.
This wasnβt new. Heβd given you shoulder rubs beforeβduring finals in college, during hell weeks at your old job, after long car rides or moving days. It was Chan. Your Chan. The one person you trusted not to make anything feel weird.
So you shifted forward, sitting cross-legged between his thighs, and let him rest his hands on your shoulders.
At first, it was nothing.
Just firm pressure. The pads of his thumbs pushing slow, rhythmic circles into your traps, rolling out the knots like he had all the time in the world. You melted, just a little, head tipping forward under the strength of it.
βJesus,β you muttered, βwhere did you even learn how to do that?β
βYears of stress,β he said. βYou get good at fixing what you live with.β
You huffed something like a laugh, eyelids falling shut.
Then his thumbs pushed deeper, finding the ridge near the base of your neck, and you let out a low groan of relief.
It felt too good. Way too good.
But it was still safe.
Until his hands shifted.
Slid higher.
Thumbs brushing the edges of your neck now. Rubbing the muscles that fed into it. Soft. Slow. Intent.
Your body tensed before your brain caught upβand then it slipped.
A sound left you.
High-pitched. Sharp.
Needy.
You bit it back immediately, lips slamming shut, but the damage was done. It hung there in the air for a second too longβtoo feminine, too out of place for the roomβs quiet.
Chan stilled.
You didnβt breathe.
Thenβ
βYou good?β he asked lightly, voice above your head.
You could hear the confusion. Like he wasnβt sure if heβd heard it right. Or if you meant it the way it sounded.
βIβyeah.β Your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat. βJust sore.β
He hummed. Didnβt say anything else.
His hands moved again, this time slower, gentlerβsweeping wide across your shoulders before sliding up again, thumbs circling your neck with almost tender pressure. Like he was feeling out the muscle tensionβbut also maybe trying to see if youβd make that sound again.
You were still. Too still.
βDidnβt think you were holding this much here,β he murmured. His thumbs pressed gently into the dip just behind your jaw. βYou always carry it this high?β
You nodded too fast. βY-Yeah. Mustβve slept weird.β
His touch softened, almost affectionate now, tracing down your neck with his thumbs before slipping away entirely. The absence of it made your breath hiccup.
You couldnβt look back at him.
Not yet.
Because now you werenβt sure if he didnβt noticeβ¦
Or if he definitely did.
You hadnβt mentioned it.
Neither had he.
Not when you stood to leave a few minutes later, not when he walked you to the door like he always did, not even when his hand lingered low on your back as you slipped on your slides.
If anything, he looked more normal than usual. Relaxed. Even smiled when you told him youβd come by tomorrow to help clean.
βDonβt forget Iβm your friend, not your maid,β you said.
He gave your arm a little squeeze. βYouβre both.β
And that was that.
Or so you thought.
β
The next day, his apartment looked exactly the same. A few stray cups gathered in the sink, a throw blanket half-draped off the couch, crumbs on the coffee table. You tossed your bag down and got to work wiping things down while he gathered trash from the bedroom.
βYou could at least pretend to clean while Iβm here,β you called out.
βI am cleaning,β he shouted back. βI just clean in peace. Unlike someone.β
You rolled your eyes, grinning.
It was easy again. Like nothing happened.
Until it wasnβt.
He emerged from the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck, then padded barefoot across the room to take the rag from your hand.
βOkay,β he said. βCan we talk about something?β
You glanced at him. βWhat?β
He didnβt speak right away.
Instead, he took the rag, folded it neatly, and set it on the tableβslow and deliberate, like he was giving you time to brace.
Then he looked at you. Really looked.
βThat sound you made,β he said, voice quiet. βYesterday. When I was rubbing your neck.β
Your stomach dropped. Not in panic. Just in⦠sheer mortified awareness.
You played dumb. βWhat sound?β
Chan tilted his head, amused.
βDonβt do that.β
βI really donβt know what youβre talking about,β you insisted, backing a step toward the kitchen, like that would save you.
He followed. One step. Two.
βYou made a sound,β he said, not letting it go. βHigh. Likeβ¦ I donβt know. Not pain. Definitely not pain.β
Your cheeks flamed. βOkay, and?β
βIt just surprised me.β His voice stayed calm. Curious. βYou donβt usually sound like that.β
You swallowed hard, crossing your arms in a weak attempt at a barrier. βIt was nothing. You just hit a spot. I didnβt even realize Iββ
βSure,β he cut in gently. βButβ¦ Iβm sure Iβve hit that spot before.β
You froze.
He smiled again, but it was slower now. Measured. A little too knowing.
Your voice came out small. βSo?β
βSoβ¦β he scratched at his jaw, like he was still figuring out what he wanted to say. βI donβt know. It just sounded likeβ¦ something else.β
Silence.
Heavy. Awkward. Charged.
You looked down. βI didnβt mean anything by it.β
Chan stepped a little closer.
You could smell him againβclean and warm, the same scent youβd been surrounded by for years. But now? It clung to your skin differently. Sunk into your pulse.
He was watching you carefully. Not pressuring. Not pushing.
Just⦠observing.
βOkay,β he said finally. βI believe you.β
Relief hit you, fast and fleeting.
βBut if you had meant something by it,β he added, voice lower now, βyouβd tell me, right?β
Your breath hitched.
He wasnβt teasing anymore.
He wasnβt joking.
You met his gazeβeyes warm, calm, steady. There wasnβt a trace of judgment in them. No expectation either. Just the softest, slightest pull of curiosity.
And something else you couldnβt name yet.
You looked away.
βClean your damn table, Christopher.β
He smirked. βSo thatβs a no?β
βThatβs a goodnight.β
You grabbed your bag and made a beeline for the door, pulse thudding in your throat, your skin hot all over. You could still feel the ghost of his hand there, even now. Still circling. Still squeezing.
And the worst part? You knew youβd dream about it.
The second you turned toward the door, you knew he wasnβt going to let it slide.
You felt it.
That shift in the air. The narrowing of his patience. Chan wasnβt dumb, and he wasnβt oblivious. Youβd slipped out of a hundred close calls with him over the years, danced around every whisper of tensionβbut now?
He had a thread.
And he was pulling it.
βWait,β he said, quiet.
You kept walking.
βDonβt be weird about it,β you muttered. βI said it was nothing.β
The words barely left your mouth before you felt his hand curling around the waistband of your sweatpants and pulling you back into him with a snap.
Your breath hitched.
Back to his chest. Spine to his hoodie. You froze, lips parting in disbelief.
βChanββ
He grabbed your face before you could finish. One hand cupping your jaw, the other squishing your cheeks together so your lips puckered slightly, tilting your head back against him.
Your breath caught.
βTell me,β he said, voice lowβso low it brushed against your ear like a hum. βThat moan. Was it your neck?β
You squirmed, heat rushing to your face, but his grip was firm. Not rough. Just insistent. Gentle like the beginning of something you werenβt ready to name yet.
βI said it was nothing,β you mumbled through his hold.
βI heard you the first time.β His hand loosened just enough for your jaw to move, but his palm didnβt leave your skin. βBut thatβs not what I asked.β
You turned your head slightly, but he followed the motion, chest warm against your back, his breath fanning across your temple.
βIβm not judging you,β he said softer now, almost amused. βIβm just askingβ¦ do you have a thing for this?β
His hand droppedβslow, steadyβfingertips trailing from your jaw down the curve of your throat.
You stopped breathing.
His palm hovered just under your chin, thumb resting at the side of your neck, fingers spread. Barely touching. Barely grazing.
Thenβ He wrapped.
Not tight. Not firm. Just enough to feel his fingers circle you.
Just enough to remind you how small you were in his hand.
Everything in you went still.
Your lips parted againβuseless, breathless, caught. You didnβt moan this time, but the silence said enough.
Chanβs voice dipped, teasing now. βSo you do.β
You turned your face away, jaw tensed. βItβs not like that.β
His hand didnβt move.
βThen whatβs it like?β
You stayed quiet, hands fisting at your sides.
βI didnβt even squeeze,β he murmured, voice velvet-slick. βAnd you froze like I switched you off with a button.β
βShut up.β
He grinned. βOhhh. So itβs like that.β
You tried to step forward, but his grip on your waistband tightened just slightlyβreminding you he still had you. That he could pull again. That he would.
He leaned in, lips almost brushing your ear now.
βIβm not mad,β he said, gentle. βIβm not freaked out. I justβ¦β his thumb grazed under your chin again, slow, sweet, deadly. βI think itβs kinda cute.β
βChan,β you warned, but it came out too soft. Too breathy.
He let go of your jaw, finally. Stepped back a little.
His hand dropped from your neck like nothing happened.
But nothing about your body felt normal anymore.
βIβm gonna order takeout,β he said casually, walking to the kitchen. βYou want the usual?β
You blinked.
Stared at him, stunned. βAre you serious?β
He glanced back with a smirk.
βDead serious. Butβif you wanna talk more about your kinks after dinner, Iβm free.β
βΈ»
Dinner was a blur.
You barely tasted anything.
Chan ordered your usual like it was a normal night, like he hadnβt manhandled your face and wrapped his hand around your neck barely twenty minutes ago. He sat across from you at his counter, hoodie sleeves shoved to the elbows, digging into pizza while casually talking about Genshin.
You blinked at your own bowl, lips still tingling, mind running marathons.
Heβd touched you a thousand times beforeβyour waist, your thigh, your cheek, your lower backβbut not like that.
Not with intent.
Not while calling you out about your kinks like he was just checking the weather.
You poked at your own noodles.
βSo weβre not gonna talk about it?β you asked.
Chan looked up, chewing, one brow lifted.
βTalk about what?β
You narrowed your eyes. βDonβt play dumb.β
A beat of silence.
Then the softest smirk curled on his lips. βThought you didnβt wanna talk about it.β
You stared at him.
Something low and hot coiled in your stomach. That smug little tone he always used on you when he knew heβd wonβwhen he baited you into spilling, or laughing, or saying something you didnβt mean to say.
And suddenly?
Youβd had enough. You dropped your fork. Sat back in your chair.
βFine,β you said, eyes locked on his. βYou wanna talk kinks? Letβs talk.β
The smile slipped from his face, slow and sharpβlike something in him clicked.
ββ¦Now?β
You crossed your arms, chin high. βYou started it.β
Chan leaned forward, resting his forearms on the counter. βAlright,β he said slowly. βLetβs go.β
His voice was low again. Not teasing this time. Steady. Intrigued. Like youβd just pulled a loaded weapon on the table and told him to pick a side.
You swallowed. βWeβve never talked about this before.β
βI know.β
βWe said we wouldnβt.β
βI remember.β
βSo why now?β
Chan shrugged. βBecause you moaned like someone touched your soul when I only grazed your neck and then tried to lie about it. And now Iβm curious.β
You flushed.
βCurious about what?β
His gaze didnβt waver. βYou.β
A silence stretched between youβhot, tight, heavy.
You laughed once, hollow. βGod. This is so fucking weird.β
Chan tilted his head. βIs it?β
βYes!β you threw your hands up. βYouβre my best friend.β
βIβm still your best friend.β
βAnd we donβt talk about sex.β
βWe do now.β
Your breath caught.
His eyes were too dark. Too steady. There was no out here.
You inhaled slowly. βFine. What do you wanna know?β
Chan sat back again, folding his arms. βWhat else does it for you?β
You blinked. βSeriously?β
He nodded. βDead serious.β
You hesitated.
Thenβlike the words tasted like sinβyou said quietly, βHands.β
A pause.
Chanβs lips twitched. βYeah. I figured.β
βBig ones,β you added without thinking. βVeiny. Rough. Confident.β
His eyes gleamed. βThat why you always let me manhandle you like a ragdoll?β
You rolled your eyes. βDonβt flatter yourself.β
βIβm just observing,β he said. βWhat else?β
You gave him a flat look. βWhat, you taking notes now?β
He leaned in again, elbows on the table, voice dark velvet. βI will if you keep talking like that.β
Your thighs pressed together under the table.
You looked away. βYou go. Say something.β
He was quiet for a second.
ThenβcasuallyββI like brats.β
You choked.
βExcuse me?β
Chan grinned. βSmart mouths. Girls who push back. Who pretend they donβt wanna listen but fold the second Iββ
βOkay!β you raised a hand. βThatβs enough, Freud.β
He laughed, head tipping back.
But the tension didnβt ease.
If anythingβit twisted tighter.
You bit your lip. βSo likeβ¦ choking. Is that weird?β
He blinked. βIs what weird? Wanting it done to you? Or doing it to someone?β
You paused. ββ¦Both?β
Chan tilted his head, thoughtful. βNot weird. But itβs intense.β
You nodded slowly. βYeah.β
Another silence.
He watched you. βYou like intense?β
You looked up.
His eyes were too sharp again. Too serious.
You whispered, βYeah.β
He stood.
You froze as he walked around the counter, bare feet soundless against the tile. He stopped in front of you, hand sliding onto your jawβsoft, slowβand tilted your face up again.
Your breath caught.
βYou couldβve told me,β he said, voice low. βAny of this.β
βI thought you didnβt wanna hear it.β
His grip firmed just slightlyβthumb brushing your cheek, the edge of your lip.
βI didnβt,β he said. βUntil you moaned like that.β
His hand dipped.
Neck again.
Only this time, his fingers wrapped tightβnot choking, but claiming. Measuring. Knowing.
And this time?
You didnβt pretend.
You looked him dead in the eye as your lips parted on a breathy, involuntary gasp.
Shouldβve laughed it off, said something dumb and deflective, gone home and buried yourself in blankets until the heat left your skin.
But you didnβt.
You sat thereβhis hand on your neck, your thighs clenched under the counter, breath caught somewhere in your throatβand you let him.
Chan was quiet. His eyes searched yours, slow and steady, like he was reading pages of you you didnβt even know were open.
His fingers flexed slightly around your neck. A light squeeze.
Not rough.
Just enough to say, Iβm still here. You feel me, right?
And God⦠you did.
βYouβre really into this,β he murmured.
You looked away, cheeks warm. βItβs not like I think about it all the time.β
βYou donβt?β
βNo.β
He hummed.
Then leaned closer.
βBut youβve imagined it.β
You stiffened.
He chuckled lowly, and you felt it through his palm, the softest vibration echoing down your spine. βThatβs not a no.β
You turned your head, just slightly, and muttered, βYouβre annoying.β
He pulled back.
Only to hook his fingers under your jaw again, tilting your chin up like you weighed nothing in his grip. βThere she is,β he said, smiling like youβd done something delicious.
βWhat?β
βThat mouth,β he said, tapping your lip once with his thumb. βThat bratty tone.β
βI wasnβt being bratty.β
βMhm,β he smirked, stepping back. βSure you werenβt.β
He let go.
The loss of contact was immediateβjarring.
Your neck felt cold without his hand on it.
Chan crossed to the couch and collapsed into it, legs spread, arms stretched along the backrest. Like nothing had just happened. Like your whole reality hadnβt just tipped sideways.
You turned slowly. βWhat the hell was that?β
βWhat?β
You gestured vaguely at the space between you. βThat.β
Chan shrugged. βJust testing a theory.β
Your eyes narrowed. βWhat theory?β
βThat Iβve been missing out.β
You blinked. βMissing out on what?β
He grinned, head resting lazily against the cushion. βThis side of you.β
Your heart thumped.
βThereβs no side,β you lied quickly. βThat wasβ Thatβs just how I talk to you.β
βUh-huh.β
βIβm serious.β
He cocked his head. βSo youβd moan like that if Seungmin gave you a massage?β
You glared. βSeungmin gives serial killer energy.β
βThen what about Hyunjin?β
βHyunjin cries at perfume ads. Iβd never let him near my neck.β
Chan laughed.
You didnβt.
βIβm not teasing you,β he said after a moment. βI justβ¦ I donβt know. Feels like weβre finally being real.β
You chewed your bottom lip. βItβs not like I was hiding anything on purpose.β
βI know.β
βI just thought itβd beβ¦ weird.β
Chan leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. βItβs not weird.β
βYouβre not freaked out?β
βNope.β
You hesitated. βSo what now?β
He smiled, that slow, cocky, dangerous smile. βNow I get to learn things.β
Your stomach flipped.
βYouβre making it sound creepy,β you muttered.
He stood up again. Walked toward you, deliberate this time.
And when he stopped in front of you again, it felt different.
He wasnβt teasing now. He wasβ¦ curious. Focused. Like you were a puzzle heβd just realized had more pieces.
His hand came up againβback to your neckβbut this time, he didnβt wrap it.
He traced.
Knuckles down your throat. Fingertips skimming your collarbone.
You held perfectly still.
βSo sensitive here,β he murmured. βAnd you never said a word.β
βI didnβt think it mattered.β
βIt matters now.β
You swallowed. βWhy?β
He leaned in. Close. His breath brushed your lips.
βBecause now Iβm gonna find out what else does it for you.β
Your legs weakened.
Chan reached behind you and gently pushed you back into the nearest couch, standing over you now, looking down like you were a question he wanted to spend the night answering.
He tilted his head. βYou like being told what to do?β
You blinked, heart hammering. βWhy?β
βJust wondering how deep the brat thing goes.β
βItβs not a brat thing,β you snapped.
That smile again. Sharp. Addictive.
βThere she is.β
βUgh,β you scoffed, sinking back.
βCβmon,β he said softly. βGive me something else. Iβll tell you one of mine.β
You looked at him, wary. βPromise?β
βSwear.β
You exhaled slowly. βI like being touchedβ¦ slowly. Likeβ¦ teased. Not rushed.β
Chanβs eyes darkened.
βOh,β he said. βWeβre gonna have fun.β
You blinked. βYour turn.β
He dropped to his knees in front of you. Rested his hands on your knees, just above them.
Then leaned forward and saidβ
βI like control. But only when someone wants to give it up.β
You froze.
βLikeβ¦ the second you say stop, Iβm out,β he added. βBut if you give me the green lightβ¦β His thumbs stroked slow, slow circles over your legs. βIβll ruin you sweet.β
Your breath hitched.
βToo much?β he asked, smiling.
You didnβt answer.
Because truthfully?
You didnβt know if it was.
You werenβt sure what had shifted.
The air, maybe.
Or the weight of his eyes when he looked at you like thatβlike you were becoming something right in front of him.
But Chan didnβt back down.
He stayed where he was, hands resting on your knees, thumbs rubbing slow, distracted strokes into your skin like his mind was already a step ahead.
βIβve never really talked to anyone about this stuff,β he said quietly, more to himself than to you. βNot like this.β
You swallowed. βMe neither.β
βI didnβt think I needed to. Thought I had it figured out.β
βAnd now?β
His eyes met yours again, and there was something deeper in them now. Darker.
βNow I think Iβve been fucking around in the shallow end.β
You stiffened, legs tensing under his grip.
He felt it.
His thumbs stilled.
βThat bother you?β he asked softly.
You shook your head before you could stop yourself.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing like heβd found a loose thread in you. βThen why are your thighs clenched?β
βI donβt know,β you breathed.
βHmm.β
He moved his hands slightly up your legs, just a few inches, nothing dramatic. But his gaze stayed pinned to yours the whole time.
βDo you like when I talk like that?β
You hesitated.
Chan leaned in, whispering, βTell the truth.β
Your lips parted, no sound coming out.
He grinned, barely. βThought so.β
You flushed.
He sat back on his heels, exhaling a little laugh like this whole thing was amusingβand fascinatingβand fucking exhilarating.
βI think I like this side of you,β he murmured.
βWhat side?β
He brought his hand up again, knuckles brushing your neck, then trailing down your collarbone. βThe one that canβt sit still when I do this.β
You shivered.
He smiled. βYou get quiet when you want something.β
βIβm not quiet.β
βMm. Youβre quieter than usual.β
He leaned in again.
Not touching this timeβjust watching you breathe.
βYou always give this much control without realizing it?β
Your mouth went dry.
βIβm notββ you started.
But he shook his head.
βNo, donβt answer. I like watching you try.β
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
You were wet.
God, you were already so fucking wet, and he hadnβt even touched you where it mattered. Not once.
He moved one knee forward, bracing his arm on the cushion beside your hips. The shift brought him closer. Too close.
And thatβs when you felt it.
Hard. Heavy.
Brushing your inner thigh.
Your breath stilled.
Chan didnβt move.
His lips quirkedβjust barely.
And thatβs when you knew.
He felt it too.
Still, he played innocent.
βSomething wrong?β
Your eyes flicked to his, wide. βAre youβ?β
βI am,β he said calmly. βYou surprised?β
You blinked.
βNo.β
βBecause youβre hot?β
You exhaled slowly. βBecause youβre different.β
That made him pause.
βHow?β
βYouβve neverβ¦ acted like this.β
He hummed, low in his chest. βYouβve never let me.β
You stuttered. βIβ I didnβt stop youββ
βNo,β he agreed, nodding once. βBut you didnβt give me an invitation either.β
You looked down, eyes on the space between your bodies, his arousal pressed right up against you like a secret you werenβt supposed to notice.
And still, you didnβt move.
Didnβt breathe.
Didnβt say a word.
His voice softened. βSo now that weβre hereβ¦ wanna know another thing Iβve never told anyone?β
You nodded without thinking.
Chanβs fingers skimmed your hip, slow and deliberate. βI like watching people fall apart.β
Your lips parted, breath catching.
βBut not in a mean way,β he added. βI like the process. The way your body learns to trust me before your brain catches up. I like how shaky your breath gets when I press on the right spot. How your legs tense when youβre trying not to give in.β
He smirked, voice dipping lower.
βI like hearing that little gasp you just made. And I really like how your thighs are squeezing together again.β
You gasped again, this time audible.
He was rock hard now. You could feel him throb slightly against you. A steady pulse through his sweatpants.
And thenβGod help youβhe moved just a little.
A subtle, deliberate shift of his hips.
Just enough to feel how warm you were.
How ready.
Your jaw clenched.
Chanβs eyes flicked down to your mouth.
And that was his breaking point.
Because suddenly his hand was backβon your neck.
Not squeezing. Not dominating.
Feeling.
Like he was trying to understand how something so small could make him so desperate.
βYou donβt even know what youβre doing to me,β he murmured, half-lost in it.
You swallowed. βThen show me.β
His eyes snapped back to yours.
Dark.
Ravenous.
But he didnβt kiss you.
Didnβt push further.
Instead, he leaned inβnose brushing yoursβand whispered, βNot yet.β
Thatβs what he saidβlow, husky, brushing your lips like a secret.
But then his head dipped lower.
And you felt itβhis mouth at your cheek first, warm and lingering, then sliding lower still until his lips brushed your jawlineβ¦ his teeth barely grazing your skin.
You jolted.
He smiled against you.
βStill holding it together?β he murmured, voice thick with amusement.
And then he bit you.
Soft. Right on your cheekbone. Just enough pressure to make you gaspβnothing overwhelming, but so intimate, so damn suggestive, it felt like your body cracked open around it.
A moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
High. Desperate.
Sinful.
βFuckβ¦β you breathed, under your breath.
But he heard it.
God, he heard everything.
His mouth dragged to your earβbarely brushing itβbefore his tongue flicked once at the shell of it and he whispered, βSay that again.β
Your head tipped back into the couch, fingers digging into the cushion beside you.
He watched you fall apart, kneeling between your knees like you were some holy thing unraveling at his mercy.
And then, without even thinking, it slipped out.
ββ¦Chan.β
His name, like a prayer.
Choked. Shaken.
Raw.
He stilled.
Completely.
You opened your eyes slowly, vision slightly hazy, only to find him staring back at youβeyes wide, chest rising visibly beneath his hoodie.
βShit,β he muttered, like it hit him all at once.
Like he just realized the weight of what was actually happening.
You blinked, cheeks burning. βWhat?β
He shook his head once. βSay it again.β
βWhat?β
βMy name.β
You bit your lip, too overwhelmed to even fake control.
And that was it.
That broke him.
Chanβs hands flew to your hips, dragging you down the couch cushion just enough for him to lean over you completely. His mouth caught yours in a kiss so devastatingly hot you forgot your own name.
Teeth clashing. Breath mixing.
Tongues tangling like theyβd been waiting years for this.
Your fingers curled into his hoodie, desperate for something to hold onto as he kissed you like a man starvingβlike he was angry youβd kept this from him, angry you made him wait.
And the way you moaned into his mouth? The soft gasp you let out when his hand slipped beneath your shirt and splayed wide over your waist?
It shattered him.
Chan groaned against your lips, grinding into you onceβslow but solidβand the friction was unbearable.
You whimpered, breath hitching, thighs tensing around his hips.
βJesus, babe,β he growled into your neck, voice cracking with restraint. βYou donβt even know what youβre doing to me.β
But you did.
You knew now.
And worse? You loved it.
You tilted your head without thinking, exposing your throat like instinct, and the second his lips found the base of it, the moan you let out was filthy.
Loud. Guttural.
You felt him throb against your core through both your clothes.
And he didnβt even try to hide it.
His hand found your neck againβcradling, not choking. Not yet.
Just holding.
Possessive. Protective. Like it belonged to him.
βYou were gonna hide this from me?β he whispered roughly against your skin. βThis part of you?β
You whimpered, nails dragging down his back.
Chan laughed. Dark. Breathless.
βNot anymore.β
That was the last thing he said before everything blurred.
Your best friend had kissed you beforeβon your forehead, your cheek, once at midnight on New Yearβs when he was tipsy and too sentimentalβbut this was different.
This wasnβt affection.
This was possession.
He kissed like heβd earned itβlike every time he let you sleep in his bed, every time he pulled you into his chest when you were crying, every time he called you baby under his breath without thinkingβ¦ was just a slow burn countdown to this moment.
His lips moved against yours like he already knew your rhythm. Like heβd been dreaming of it and now he was tasting it for real.
And when you moaned again? He growled into your mouth.
His hands were wild now, frantic. Pulling at the hem of your shirt, tugging you closer by the hips until you were slotted right against him, heat to heat.
You could feel how hard he was.
And when he shifted his weight and pressed into you deliberately, you gaspedβhigh-pitched and startled.
He tore his lips from yours just long enough to pant, βFuck. Youβre driving me insane.β
βThen do something about it,β you whispered, already breathless.
His eyes flashed.
βSay less.β
His hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sweatpants so fast it made your breath catchβand when his fingers reached your panties, he froze.
Because you were soaked.
Dripping.
His fingers brushed along the fabricβslick and clingingβand then he dragged them lower, curling them against the wet heat right between your legs.
You gasped. Shuddered.
Chanβs head dropped to your shoulder, lips at your ear, groaning deep in his throat. βYouβre fucking soaked.β
You whimpered.
His fingers stroked onceβjust enough to teaseβbefore he yanked your sweatpants down in one go, panties and all.
You squeaked, legs instinctively clamping together, but he was already on his knees again, big hands sliding under your thighs and pulling them apart with a groan.
βLet me see,β he rasped. βCome on, babe, show me how bad you need me.β
You swallowed, chest heaving.
You had never seen him like thisβnever even imagined him like this.
Hair messy, lips red, hoodie halfway off his shoulder as he pushed himself between your legs like a man starving.
And it wasnβt until he looked upβuntil those dark, wrecked eyes dragged slowly up your body and met yoursβthat you realized:
You were gone.
Undone. Open.
And he loved it.
His fingers returned, sliding into your folds with maddening slowness.
You cried out, knees trembling.
He sucked in a breath, watching his hand work between your legs like he couldnβt believe what he was feeling.
βDripping,β he whispered, almost reverent. βAll this for me?β
You bit your lip. βDonβt be cocky.β
He smirked.
And then he curled two fingers inside you in one smooth thrust.
You screamed.
Your hand shot out, grabbing at his wrist, your thighs threatening to closeβbut he was too strong.
He pressed one hand firmly on your stomach, keeping you grounded while his fingers movedβslow, then fast, then deeper.
βNot cocky,β he panted. βJust maybe obsessed.β
You cried out again, body arching, trying to grind into his palm. Every nerve ending in your body was on fireβand he was eating it up.
βFuck, look at you,β he groaned. βMelting for me. You gonna come already?β
You shook your head, biting your fist.
He chuckled darkly. βDonβt hold back now, baby. Weβve got years to make up for.β
You moaned louderβdesperate.
And then he stopped.
Just like that.
Fingers sliding out, breath ragged.
You blinked at him in shock, your whole body pulsing.
βWhatβ?β
He wiped his fingers on the hem of his hoodie like it was nothing, then leaned forward and whispered against your mouth, βIβm not letting you come with my hand. Not the first time.β
You whimpered, a broken, trembling sound.
He kissed you again, rougher this time.
And then his hands were on his hoodie, yanking it off in one smooth motion, chest glistening with sweat, body hard and flexed as he stood to kick off his sweatpants.
You stared.
Youβd seen him shirtless. Youβd seen him in boxers during sleepovers. But this?
This was feral.
Ripped, flushed, bulging under tensionβand fully hard now, cock bobbing as he leaned back over you, eyes wild with want.
βYou ready?β he asked, voice wrecked.
You couldnβt even speak.
Just nodded.
Because the fire had already started, and now?
You wanted to burn.
You were breathless beneath himβbare, dizzy, skin hot and tingling in all the right places. And when he hovered over you now, sweat-slick and wild-eyed, your best friend didnβt look like your best friend anymore.
He looked like a man unraveling. One second away from ruin. Yours.
His hand slid behind your knee, lifting your leg over his hip. βYou good?β
You nodded again, swallowing hard.
He smirked, gaze dropping to your lips.
βYou sure?β he asked, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your slick foldsβslow, teasing, maddening. βYou look like youβre in trouble already.β
And something in youβsomething playful and wickedβsnapped.
βGuess weβll see if you can handle it.β
Chan paused.
Your voiceβusually warm, teasing, lightβwas lower now. Challenging.
Bratty.
His brows lifted. βOh?β
You shrugged, purposefully lazy beneath him, your leg tightening around his waist. βI meanβ¦ you talk a big game, butββ you made a little face, ββyouβve never even kissing me before today.β
Chan blinked slowly.
Then laughed onceβdangerous and deep in his chestβbefore grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head in one swift movement.
βYouβre cute when youβre mouthy.β
You gasped, startled, but didnβt stop.
βIβm just saying,β you said sweetly, shifting under him, deliberately dragging your slick heat along his length. βYouβve waited ten years for this. Hope youβre not rusty.β
He stared down at you like you were made of sin and gasoline.
βOh, baby,β he murmured, lowering his face to yours, lips brushing your cheek. βYou want me to wreck you, donβt you?β
You smirked. βIβd like to see you try.β
And that was it.
That was all it took.
He snapped.
His hand came down, wrapping tight around your throat and the next thing you felt was the blunt push of his cock stretching you open in one slow, greedy slide.
You cried out, head falling back, legs trembling from the stretch.
βFuckββ
βThat shut you up quick,β he growled, watching your face as he bottomed out.
You whimpered, fully filled now, completely caged beneath him, and for a moment all you could do was breathe.
You werenβt used to thisβthis intensity. This power shift.
You werenβt used to being his.
Chan didnβt move right away. He stayed thereβdeep inside you, hand on your throat, his other still pinning your wristsβjust watching.
Then his voice dropped to a whisper. βSay my name.β
You bit your lip, eyes fluttering. ββ¦Chan.β
He pulled out halfway.
βSay it right.β
βChanβah, fuckβChan,β you gasped, back arching.
He snapped his hips forwardβhardβand your moan broke into a scream.
βYouβre soaked,β he panted. βYouβve been hiding this from me?β
βI didnβt knowββ you whimpered, completely undone, ββyouβd be like this.β
He smiled against your throat, kissed it once, then bit down lightly on your jaw. βThis is what you do to me.β
And when you clenched around him at those words?
He lost it.
His grip tightenedβyour wrists, your throat, your hipsβand he started moving, every thrust thick and deep, sharp enough to send your thoughts scattering into stars.
βStill wanna be a brat?β he growled, pulling out only to slam back in harder.
You whimpered, breath catching. βYes.β
He chuckled darkly. βWrong answer.β
He dragged your hands down, pinning them to your chest now as he fucked into you, his entire body a weapon. Every thrust hit somewhere newβsome place that made you cry out, curse, beg without knowing you were doing it.
βLook at you,β he said, voice wrecked. βYou gonna be good now?β
Your pride screamed no.
But your bodyβyour soaked, trembling, wrecked bodyβsobbed yes.
You swallowed hard, hips twitching, and whispered up at him with all the strength you had left:
βMake me.β
Chanβs eyes blazed.
βOh, baby,β he growled, snapping his hips forward again. βIβm gonna make you beg.β
And from the way your legs shook?
You knew he already was.
You didnβt remember when your moans got louder than the thoughts in your head.
Didnβt remember when you stopped trying to talk back and started crying his name like a plea.
But your body remembered. Every inch of it was tuned to his touch nowβsweaty, sticky, soaked, and strung out beneath the weight of your best friend losing his damn mind inside you.
He hadnβt stopped moving.
And he hadnβt stopped talking.
βFuck, you feel like heaven,β he groaned against your skin, hips snapping forward. βBeen dreaming about thisβabout youβfor years. You were right in front of meβwalking around like that, giving me attitude, pushing my buttons.β
You gasped, fingers dragging down his back. βI wasnβt tryingββ
βBullshit,β he growled, pulling out just enough to thrust back in hard, rocking your entire body against the couch. βYou knew what you were doing. You knew Iβd snap.β
You choked on a scream, grabbing at his shoulder for balance.
And then, with a glint in his eye, he lifted one of your legs onto the couch arm and pressed forwardβdeep and low.
You damn near sobbed.
βFuck, this angleββ he hissed through clenched teeth, ββyouβre squeezing me so fucking tight.β
You shivered, mouth open, unable to answerβuntil a familiar bratty smirk broke onto your lips.
βStill think youβre in control?β you managed, breathless.
Chan stopped moving.
Dead still.
And grinned.
βOh, baby girl.β
And just like that, he yanked out of you, flipped your body, and shoved your front down into the couch cushions.
His hand was already on your back, pressing you down as he lined up againβand when he slid back in with one long, filthy thrust, your scream was muffled in the fabric.
βWhoβs in control now?β he grunted, pounding into you from behind, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your neck againβpulling you back, making your spine curve deliciously.
You tried to fight itβtried to sass, to squirmβbut every stroke hit your g-spot like heβd mapped your body in his dreams.
And when he growled βlook at that arch,β you whimpered.
βI can feel you clenching, baby. You gonna come already?β
You hissed, bratty again through your cries. βYou wishββ
So he pulled out, flipped you again.
βKeep testing me,β he breathed, dragging you into his lap, guiding you down onto him so slowly it made your eyes roll back.
He didnβt move.
Just held your hips steady, eyes locked on your face.
βYou think youβre the one riding me?β he whispered, almost tenderβuntil his fingers dug into your skin and he thrust up hard.
You screamed, forehead dropping onto his shoulder.
βOh no, baby. You just get to watch this time.β
He started bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you, his grip rough, his rhythm feral.
βYou gonna be good yet?β he panted, breath hot on your cheek. βOr should I fuck the brat out of you?β
You couldnβt speak. You could barely breathe.
But you nodded.
You were gone.
Gone for him.
He kissed your shoulder, then bit it.
And then?
He moved you again.
He was everywhereβhis weight, his mouth, his cock so deep you felt like youβd split in half.
Your cries were high and broken now, your hands slipping against his sweat-slick back as he pounded you into the cushions with intent.
And then his hand went right back to your neckβholding, lifting, claiming you while he fucked the soul out of your body.
βYouβre mine,β he panted, hips relentless. βSay it.β
You moaned, arching up into him. βYoursβyours, fuckβChanββ
He dropped his forehead to yours, eyes wrecked, heart thundering.
βCome for me.β
And this time?
You did.
With a scream that couldβve broken glass.
Your body snapped, back bowing, thighs clenching around him, tears streaking your cheeks as the pleasure tore through you.
Chan didnβt stop.
He groaned, deep and desperate, as your walls clenched and fluttered around himβand then he stilled, cock buried to the hilt, trembling against you.
βFuckingβshitββ
You felt him pulse deep inside you, hot and thick.
And when he finally collapsed on top of youβpanting, wrecked, his face buried in your neckβyou couldnβt stop the soft, breathless laugh that left you.
ββ¦Thatβs one way to discuss kinks.β
Chan huffed against your cheek.
βOh, baby,β he murmured, kissing your jaw sweetly. βYouβve got no idea how bad itβs about to get.β
β-
Your body was buzzingβtender, used, and so completely ruined that you barely noticed when Chan lifted you off the couch like you weighed nothing.
You whimpered at the movement, tucking your face into his neck as he carried you down the hall, both of you still catching your breath.
Neither of you spoke. There was only the soft pat of his feet against the tile, your fluttering heartbeat in your ears, and the low, satisfied hum he made when you clung tighter to his shoulders.
The bathroom light flickered on. Warm. Clean. Familiar.
He didnβt hesitate. Just toed off the last piece of fabric on his body and stepped under the stream with you still in his arms.
The hot water hit your back and you gasped at the contrastβalready sensitive, skin electric under every drop.
Chanβs big hands slid over you, soothing, slow. He lathered up a washcloth and began running it gently over your shoulders, your thighs, between your legs with such focus you had to fight the urge to melt all over again.
βYou okay?β he asked, quiet against your ear, lips brushing your temple.
You nodded. ββ¦Think you broke me.β
He chuckled, chest rumbling against yours. βNot even close.β
But still, his touch was careful now. Reverent. Like he couldnβt believe you were real.
And maybe thatβs why you did it.
Why you let your hands roam a little more than they needed to.
Why you leaned in and started trailing soft kisses down his collarbone.
Why your lips didnβt stop there.
Because you couldnβt believe he was real either.
Not like this. Not yours.
He stilled when your mouth reached his chest.
You kissed it slowly, tenderly, running your fingers down his abs, over the ridges of muscle that flexed beneath your touch.
ββ¦Babe,β he whispered, voice low, warning, already unraveling. βDonβt start.β
You looked up at him through wet lashes, lips parted, innocent and knowing all at once.
βWhy not?β you murmured, kissing just below his ribs. βYou let me fall apart for you. Let me return the favor.β
His breath hitched. He was already hardening againβand he knew it.
You kissed lower.
And lower.
And then you were kneelingβnaked, dripping, your knees cushioned by the shower mat, hands already stroking his length back to full, pulsing attention.
He groaned.
βFuck. Fuck, you look so good down thereββ
You wrapped your fingers around his cock, squeezing gently, lips brushing against the flushed head of his cock. He jerked in your hand, and you hummed.
βI never told you my last kink,β you said sweetly, licking a slow stripe along the underside.
His hand hit the wall above your head, unsteady. βYeah? What is it, baby?β
You smiled up at himβdark, sinful, soft.
βI donβt have a gag reflex.β
Chan let out a noiseβguttural, choked, wrecked.
βJesus Christ.β
And then you took him in.
All of him.
Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
His mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as you swallowed around him, your throat relaxing on instinct.
βOh my fucking Godββ he rasped, hips jerking forward before he caught himself, panting hard, water cascading down his back.
You pulled off with a wet pop, licking the tip before dragging your tongue along the base and sucking him back in just as deep.
He moanedβloud, shameless, one hand grabbing the back of your head while the other gripped the shower wall like a lifeline.
You moaned around him in response, eyes half-lidded, hands stroking what your mouth couldnβt reach.
Every sound he made went straight to your coreβdeep and breathy and so needy, it felt like a reward just to listen.
βYouβre unreal,β he groaned. βFucking unrealβhow is this even realββ
You let your eyes flutter closed, increasing the rhythm, hollowing your cheeks, spit and water dripping from your chin as you let him fall apart above you.
And when his stomach clenchedβwhen his thighs started to trembleβyou just held him tighter, took him deeper, and moaned his name from the back of your throat.
Not until his hips jerked one final time and you tasted all of himβthick and hot and desperate on your tongue.
He roared your name, damn near sliding down the wall as his whole body seized, then shook.
When he finally opened his eyes again, you were smiling, swallowing, licking your lips like youβd just won.
Chan stared.
Then laughedβragged, disbelieving, utterly in awe.
βYouβre gonna be the death of me,β he panted, hauling you up into his arms again. βMark my words.β
You kissed his jaw, cheeky. βThen what a way to go.β
He groaned, forehead against yours.
βWeβre not sleeping tonight.β
And you knew he meant it.
β
The water was still warm when Chan reached for a towel and wrapped it around your body, gathering you into him like you were something precious. Like you might disappear if he blinked.
You were trembling a littleβnot from cold, but from the comedown. The wild pace of everything. The stretch, the heat, the orgasm that had left your legs like jelly. The way heβd held your gaze while wrecking you on the couch like you werenβt his best friendβlike you were already his everything.
Now? Now he was silent. Gentle.
A hand on the back of your head, stroking slowly.
βYou okay?β he asked, voice raw and deep, brushing his lips to your temple.
You nodded into his chest. βMhm. Justβ¦ processing.β
He smiled faintly, lifting you into his arms againβstill naked, still wetβand carried you to his room without another word. The towel stayed wrapped around you, his hands never letting go, like it physically pained him to stop touching you.
He laid you on his bed with careful hands, kissed your forehead, then disappeared for a momentβreturning with your hoodie, a fresh pair of his boxers, a warm water bottle, and a glass of juice.
You stared at him, body curling toward his naturally as you laid thereβwrapped in soft cotton, legs still aching in the best way. βSoβ¦ this really happened.β
Chan tilted his head, gaze steady. βAre you regretting it?β
βNo,β you whispered, too fast. Then, βAre you?β
His brow furrowed like youβd offended him. βBaby. Iβd do it all over again right now if you werenβt already shaky.β
You flushed, heat blooming up your neck. He noticed it. Of course he did. His thumb brushed the side of your throat, reverent.
βStill canβt believe thatβs your kink,β he murmured, soft and possessive and wrecked. βYou have any idea what that did to me?β
You licked your lips, looking away. ββ¦Thereβs more.β
You tried to hide your smile. βWe never talked about sex in ten years and now you wanna hear all my kinks?β
βNow I need to,β he replied, curling his hand behind your neck and pulling you closer again. βYou let me touch you like that. Let me own you. You think I can go back to pretending youβre just my best friend after that?β
His mouth was so close. His fingers were back to stroking your skin, down your back, over the dip of your waist.
Your voice came out quieter now. βIβve never given up control that easily.β
βI know.β He cupped your jaw, kissed the corner of your mouth. βAnd Iβll never take that for granted.β
You met his eyes. βBut Iβd do it again.β
His breath stuttered. And then he kissed youβsoft this time, lingering.
βYou have no idea how hard Iβm holding back right now.β
βI can tell,β you whispered, glancing down at the way his towel was starting to shift.
He growled against your skin, pressing his forehead to yours. βThis changes everything.β
You nodded slowly. βBut it doesnβt ruin anything.β
βNo,β he murmured, brushing a thumb over your cheek. βIt just means weβve gotβ¦ ten years to make up for. And I plan to.β
You smiled. βSoβ¦ youβre mine now?β
Chan pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you.
βNo, baby,β he said with a dangerous smirk. βYouβre mine. And I donβt share.β
Your stomach fluttered. You pushed at his chest, bratty. βMm. You werenβt this cocky when we were just friends.β
He climbed over you again, straddling you on the bed with that wolfish glint in his eye.
βYou never let me touch you like this before. Now I know what you sound like when you moan my name?β
He leaned down, voice dark, hungry.
βYou have no idea how cocky Iβm about to get.β
And just like that, you knew.
Youβd opened Pandoraβs box.
And Chan had no plans to close it.
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Authors note: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! God this was sooo juicy to write!!!! I am so sorry for my absence guys, theres been so much on my plateβ¦ Iβve actually started an original book that i plan to publish some time in the future. π€ But Iβm here now and ill post more frequently. As for all the requests? I SEE EVERYTHING, I WILL WORK ON THEM!! Just hold on for me babes!
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SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (maknae line)
cw: SMUT. MINORS DNI !! seungmins is a bit degrading but thatβs about it?
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HYUNG LINE
han jisung
omg han LOVES working you up as he rubs your clit until youβre whimpering his name and begging for him to make you cum. the way he would chuckle at your reaction seeing his baby girl feel euphoric is so heart warming. he loves you so much :β( and the way he would kiss your neck and ears throughout it ahh
βmoaning so pretty for me baby girlβ
and personally, I think han is just as much of a sweetheart in the bedroom as he is outside of it. so it only makes sense that he loves when youβre on top riding him just so he can look at your beautiful face and your tits bouncing for him and telling you how beautiful you look on top of him. literally the definition of βwords of adorationβ. the way his face lights up every time youβre mouth falls open in bliss and runs his hands all over your chest and tummy aww.
βyou are so fucking beautiful baby, you know that right?β
felix
as soon as you tell felix you are needy and want some attention, he would make you spread out in front of him to tease your pussy as you let him just love on you for a while whilst he gives you the most amount of neck kisses. he would drop WHATEVER he is doing just to make you feel good.
βthat feel good baby? yeah?β *kisses your neck again*
no one can convince me otherwise, felix loves missionary so much, just because he loves being able to make out with his gorgeous girl whilst cupping your cheek as you ride his cock. however fast or slow as you want or need, itβs all down to you, heβs just so happy he gets to make love with his favourite girl.
βfuck, you feel so good baby, yeah just like thatβ
seungmin
hear me out, seungmin and lee know as lovers go hand in hand. sweethearts to you outside of the bedroom, but insideβ¦itβs more than likely they wanna take you to nirvana. the way he finger fucks you so rough until you squirt for him over and over and ONLY then will he give you his cock. he knows how much you get off on being degraded (same) so he will happily do that for you as itβs pretty much his second nature.
βfuckkk, look at you squirting for me like a little slutβ
and then when he FINALLY lets you have his cock, he definitely makes you ride him reverse cowgirl because you βdonβt get to look at daddy, look at your self in the mirror, slutβ. the way he makes sure to get his cock as far in you as possible as well ahh. he pretty much just used you as a fleshlight (and I love that for you)
βfuck yeah. good girl. no thoughts in that little head is there?
jeongin
now look, I reckon jeongin is OBSESSED with your tits, like EXTREMELY. no matter what he is doing, they are NEVER left out. he loves you riding him whilst he has your tit in his mouth whilst you run your hands through his hair and whimper his name over and over again.
βurgh i love when you whimper for me darlingβ
like when I say heβs obsessed with your tits, i mean heβs OBSESSED with your tits so much!! he lovesss making out with them whilst you pleasure yourself on his cock. as much as he loves the feeling of you around him, itβs alll about your pleasure and if he can give you more, he will give you MORE! happily!
βI cannot get enough of these tits baby girl, theyβre so beautiful !β
a/n: I LOVED doing this one! maknae line is my bias line so I very much enjoyed this one⦠anyways, i hope you enjoyed!!
( skz reaction ) threesome with another member .α
ποΈπ who your skz boyfriend would like to have a threesome with/how theyβd act during it
genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, threesome, double penetration, creampies, degradation, voyeurism, humiliation kink, polyamorous/sharing implications, note: more inexperienced!jeongin cause i clearly have some sort of a problem now πββοΈπββοΈ
chan would be the first to admit that he loves watching you get yourself off, something about you struggling to cum and begging for his cock as your fingers pitifully pump into your pussy just makes his dick so full. but what he wonβt admit is how much he wants to see you get fucked by someone else. can definitely see him turning to one of the older members and with how close he is with minho he would be his first choice. so when you made an offhanded comment about how attractive you found minho he saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get his bandmates cock into you. which is how you found yourself sandwiched between the two in some empty supply closet in the middle of a set, the muffled voice of their backstage manger ringing faintly in your ear and going ignored by the two - minho far too busy with working your cunt open on long fingers, curling them deep and slow against your cervix, muttering the filthiest shit in your ear, βalways knew you wanted me, could practically feel you fucking me with your eyes everytime i came around.β an utter contrast to the way chan was simply pressing his cock into the curve of your ass from behind you, pressing you even further into his friends chest, burying his nose into your neck as he watches over you shoulder how minho flips up your skirt to get a better look at your cute cunt, groaning when it greedily eats his digits up.
βyou like that baby? like minho taking care of you?β and you can only respond with a pathetic whimper - wanting, needing, something longer and thicker to fill your pussy up with. and you hate the way minho knows this, chuckling at your eagerness as your eyes follow his slow movements of unbuckling his belt, chan propping your back up against his chest and spreading your thighs, giving his bandmate full access to his girlfriends cunt. and you wouldβve almost forgot about your boyfriends presence if it werenβt for the hot press of his cock prodding against your backside. minho fucks you like heβs waited his entire life to, cock bullying its way into your pussy, stretching you out with every full inch that nudges into you. doesnβt even give you time to adjust to his size, pumping himself into your small cunt and forcing you to take everything he gives you, no matter how much you struggle. but chan is guiding you through the whole time, with pretty words and sweet praises, keeping you steady on strong arms while minho feeds load after load of cum into you. βcβmon, take it pretty girl. i know you can.β and chan is cumming with you both, making a mess of his briefs when he watches minho pull his dick from you - the sight of his girlfriends pussy ruined and dripping in another mans cum going straight to his cock. can definitely see chan having minho join you both again, even just to watch - heβll just never let on how quickly he came from watching another mans dick find home in your pussy.
λ¦¬λ Έ. LEE MINHOΒ
(seungmin)
minho always had a friendly rivalry with seungmin that you constantly seem to have to break up. they couldnβt help themselves from bickering over trivial things - whoβs the better dancer, whoβs funnier, whoβs better looking. they love getting a rise out of eachother. until itβs not so friendly anymore, seungmin swearing one day he could get a girl off better than anyone. and minho sees it as nothing short of a challenge. so you canβt say youβre surprised when you find yourself pressed into the small worn out sofa in your apartment, your group movie night suddenly flipped on itβs head and now seungmin had his buried between your legs. and he wonβt let up for a second, determined to make a liar out of your boyfriend as he slobbers, and licks and groans into your pussy - your little bud almost raw and swollen from his incessant stimulation. and minho can do nothing but watch from the other end of your couch, stroking your hair from where your head lay on his thighs, shushing your cute whimpers when his friend nudges a long finger past your folds, fucking in and out of your cunt to coax more of those pretty whines out of you. βthatβs it sweetheart, let seungminnie look after you.β it doesnβt take long for seungmin to force an orgasm out of you, lapping up your sweet cum with a satisfied hum, giving a final pinch to your sore pussy before pulling away with a smug grin. and minho doesnβt give you a minute to recover, wanting nothing more than to wipe that fuckass smirk off his bandmates face, pressing his tongue hot against your sensitive clit - not giving a shit his friends salvia was dripping with your cum past your bud.Β
somewhere along the way they forget about their stupid competition, focused more on stuffing all your holes full to the brim with cum. theyβre not shy about it either, taking turns to fuck your throat and pussy - getting to the point where you canβt tell whoβs who and what cock was currently abusing your poor cunt. and youβre left feeling so powerless between them, going limp somewhere along the way with the help of minhoβs strong arms keeping you up right, back pressed against his sweaty chest as he fucked into from behind - cock curved and kissing impossibly deep - seungmin propped between your spread legs, dick forcing itβs way into you everytime your boyfriend pulled out, determined to not leave you feeling empty for a second. and itβs almost too much, having two dicks fuck you at once going straight to your head, pussy pulsing and begging for a break. but they wonβt let up until youβve been fucked throughly, dripping in cum and unable to hold anymore. and it seems like their silly rivalry didnβt even matter to the both of either of them anymore. Β
μ°½λΉ. SEO CHANGBIN
(felix)
you were constantly fighting for your boyfriends attention. it felt like he always had an excuse to hang out with felix instead. oh, you wanted me to go shopping with you today? sorry, i already went with felix. you want to go out for dinner later? can felix join? babe, felix showed me this new movie thatβs out! oh, you want to come? we only got two tickets. everywhere your boyfriend was felix seemed to follow. it got to the point that changbin couldnβt ignore the tension between you both anymore - he wanted nothing more than for his two favourite people to get a long - so what better way to get rid of tension than to fuck it away? i mean, he does everything with felix, why not let him do you too? you had reluctantly agreed when you heard how eager felix was, not expecting much from the younger boy - but god, were you glad you did. especially with the way your boyfriends groupmate was doing everything in his power to prove himself to you, pressing into you from behind until he was buried to the hilt inside your pussy - struggling to hide his soft whimpers when you clench down and press around him like a vice, determined to milk him for all heβs got. and he can barely keep up with the pair of you, locking eyes with changbin who couldnβt care less about his younger friends slipping composure, settled against the headboard of your bed with you propped between his spread legs, licking and suckling away at his veiny cock - forced to hit the back of your throat everytime felix canβt help himself but nudge himself deeper into your cunt - thrusting you forward onto your boyfriends dick.Β
felix canβt help himself but get so carried away, still fucking himself into you when youβve long since tapped out, so drunk on the feeling of your pussy sucking him in that he canβt even think straight, only with his dick. and heβs so apologetic too :( βIβm sorry, sorrysorrysorry. just wanna fuck you so bad, wanted to fuck you for so long.β but his constant chants for forgiveness fall on deaf ears as he just continues to nudge into you even deeper and faster than before, eager to paint your pretty pussy in his cum like heβs always wanted to. and you donβt have the strength to stop him, looking up at your boyfriend through tired eyes as he shushes your whimpers, having abandoned his cock long ago while his friend bullies your cunt.Β but he supposes he can forgiev you just this once, you look so sweet getting dicked down :(
νμ§. HWANG HYUNJIN
(jeongin)
jeongin was never subtle about his crush on you. he felt like a teenager again whenever he was around you - stumbling over his words when you made the simplest of conversations with him, eyes lingering a little too long anytime you showed the slightest flash of skin, popping a boner whenever you greeted him with a hug - he always seemed to think with his dick with you around, so he thought it easier to start ignoring you, and your boyfriend definitely noticed. hyunjin could hear the youngest whimpering your name at night, closing himself off to the other members cause he just felt so guilty for being so attracted to his hyungs girlfriend. but if anything your boyfriend found it cute, sweet even - so he was more than happy to share you with his maknae. poor boy couldnβt believe his ears at first, thinking it was some sort of sick joke but that was too mean even for hyunjin, and he couldnβt possibly let the opportunity of finally finding out how tight your little pussy really is pass. heβs so awkward the whole time, not knowing exactly what to do with his hands, looking up at you so sweetly from between your legs begging for some sort of guidance, whimpering into your greedy kisses and getting too excited that he forgets how big his dick is - fucking so deep inside of you itβs almost painful.Β
but hyunjin is there to keep him right, telling him how you like to be fucked, reminding him to keep stimulating your clit while pushing his dick into you, not to be afraid to slap you around a little - and jeongin is addicted to the way your body seems to respond to all of this. lets you use him in anyway you like, sitting yourself down onto his thick cock and using it to get yourself off, forcing your fingers into his mouth and making him suckle on them while he stares at you through big eyes, not believing he really had you here, fucking your tight cunt on his cock. it was better than any wet dream heβs ever had. as much as hyunjin loves his younger friend, he loves your pussy even more. and heβs soso impatient, especially as he watches you struggle to cum, it has him actually feeling jealous that he wasnβt the one buried inside of you right then. and he canβt help but to settle himself behind you, positioning your body until your chest was pressed tightly against jeonginsβ, cunt still stuffed full of cock before your boyfriend is forcing his own in, stretching your pussy around two dicks and for a second you fear theyβre gonna rip you in half with the way theyβre abusing your poor cunt. but hyunjin simply pushes your little whines, smoothing a hand over the arch of your back as you struggle and gasp on both their dicks. βitβs okay sweetheart, i know you can take the both of us. isnβt that right innie?β and jeongin can only manage a whine in response, brows furrowed as he thrusts his cock into you in time with hyunjin, hoping, praying, that this will never end.Β
ν. HAN JISUNG
(changbin)
jisung shares everything with changbin, his food, his studio, his girl. more than once youβve found yourself sat on changbinβs cock, fucking the stress out of his muscles as jisung reclined on the studio sofa, hand wrapped tightly and pumping around his swollen cock as he watches you get his bandmate off. changbin was addicted to your pussy, he swears youβve ruined every other one for him and heβs more than grateful that jisung lets him lose himself in the heat of your warm cunt. and your boyfriend simply responds with, βwhat are bros for?β but you canβt complain, not when you have two men stimulating your cunt day in and day out, the other busying themselves with work or simply watching from the corner of the room while fisting their dick. but theyβve never fucked you at the same time. not until youβve begged them prettily enough. jisung loves the thought of you filled to the brim with two cocks, and heβs more than happy to give into your sweet begs - but changbin claims he doesnβt want everything becoming too messy, despite having already made a mess by having filled your pussy up with cum more times than he can possibly count. and he doesnβt give in, not until you already have him too weak and pussy whipped to care. βplease bin, need you so bad. just want my two boys to make me feel good,β and heβs cracking.
changbin wonders what the hell he was thinking holding out on you for so long, sweat gathering at the base of his neck as he struggles to fit his cock past your folds, you were already so tight to begin with - but with jisung already bottomed out inside of you long before, your little hole couldnβt take much more with the way it was twitching and fluttering with every inch of cock that was pressing into you. god he didnβt think you could be any hotter. but you were so cock hungry and greedy that even though your pussy was struggling to take them both you were still begging for more, taking anything and everything theyβre willing to give you. jisung is so sweet to you too, thumbs keeping your folds spread so that his friend could push into you easier, leaving soft kisses against the flushed skin of your neck and muttering sweet praises in your ear as you gasp and close in around both their cocks. βshhh baby, thatβs it. just open up a little more for us.β and when they finally both bury themselves inside of you theyβre completely ruining your poor cunt, painting it with cum again and again until youβre sore and dripping in it, fucking your little hole until itβs memorised every curve and vein of both their dicks. yeah, jisung is more than happy to share with changbin.Β
νλ¦μ€. LEE FELIXΒ
(hyunjin)Β
felix is a pushover. he knows how hyunjin feels about you and vice versa, and heβs such a people pleaser that he wants nothing more than to give you what you want - he just didnβt think you would want his friend. he tries to convince himself heβs only doing it to shut you up, to stop you pining over his goddamn bandmate but as he sits there and watches his friend fuck you, thereβs no ignoring the slight twitch of his cock when you whimper and grind down on hyunjinsβ dick. he tries reminding himself how wrong all of this really is - but he canβt help from slipping into his briefs, fisting a hand around his slick cock and pumping around it in time with his friends slow ruts into your cute pussy. getting a perfect view of your cunt struggling to stretch around a cock was almost worth the agony of seeing you with another man - and then you look over to him, pretty lips parted and eyes completely unfocused and fucked out, yet begging for even more. βlixie, please. want the both of you so bad.β felix just canβt find it in himself to not give his baby what she wants.
heβs unsure at first, fingers pressing down on your clit as hyunjin nudges himself even deeper into you, coaxing small whimpers past your lips when his fat cockhead kisses the deepest cervices of your pussy, your boyfriend continuing to rub slow circles on your bud, barely getting you off with the nasty way his friend was fucking you. βcβmon felix, she wants your dick. arenβt you gonna give it to her?β and hyunjinsβ mocking tone is all he needs to finally give in, slipping his cock out of his briefs to finally find comfort in the warm heat of your cunt, pushing to the hilt inside of you everytime hyunjin pulls out. and felix is ashamed to admit itβs the hardest heβs ever came, watching as your pussy struggles to eat up all the cum that was being forced into it, milking both their dicks until itβs dribbling out past your folds and onto your thighs. heβs so attentive and careful with you after too, kissing you on the forehead after cleaning you up, but not before reminding you - βhope you had fun, cause nothing like that is gonna happen again.β poor boy just isnβt ready to confront how much he enjoyed watching you get fucked by his friend.Β
μΉλ―Ό. KIM SEUNGMIN
(jisung)
seungmin just wants jisung to shut up for once. heβs easily irritable and jisung just seems to know how to push all the wrong buttons. he almost found it funny how quiet his groupmate became around you, words drying up on his tongue and for once he has nothing to say, too busy following the seam of your little skirt and wondering what kind of pretty pussy was hidden underneath to join in on the conversations happening around him. seungmin is more than happy to let you play with jisung as long as it keeps his mouth busy, and with the way he was greedily suckling and lapping at your clit he didnβt have much to say - whimpering and groaning into the heat of your pussy while grinding his needy cock down against the mattress of the bed, desperate for some form of stimulation that only your cute cunt could provide. and seungmin is just there to mock him the whole time, gripping the back of his head to pull his face away from your pussy, cutting his pathetic whine off with a tut. βlook at you, donβt have much to say now huh?β jisung canβt even find it in himself to fight back like he normally would, not when your cunt is looking so sad and abandoned without his face buried in it.Β
seungmin loves breaking his hyungs spirit, not allowing him fuck you until heβs proven to him that he actually deserves it - letting you fuck yourself and grind down onto his face until itβs dripping in your cum and all he can feel, taste, see is you. forcing him to drag the length of his dick through your folds, but never actually allowing him to dip in past your greedy little hole. only eventually lets him fuck you after your boyfriend has already fucked you full of cum and your pussy is left all ruined and sticky by him, spreading your pussy open to let his friend sink his bare cock into you. and all jisung can manage is a soft whimper and a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his lips, eyes blown and hyper focused on your messy cunt looking so inviting. he barely lasts more than a few minutes once he finally sinks into you, the tightness of your pussy all wet and warm immediately suffocating around him and and milking load after load into it until itβs unable to take anymore of him.Β
μμ΄μ. YANG JEONGINΒ
(chan)
you love jeongin, you really do - you just wish he was better at using his cock. it wasnβt like he was horrible, he was just so hesitant with everything - looking at you for permission before touching you where you need it most, always holding himself back from fucking you too rough even though youβre practically begging for it, only fucking into you with shallow thrusts cause he doesnβt wanna break your little pussy with how big his cock is. and he knows he isnβt giving everything you need, heβs just far too lost in his own head, stressed about accidentally making everything awkward if he completely loses himself in the feeling of your plush walls squeezing down on him like a vice, and god itβs so easy for him with how pussy whipped you have him too. chan is more than shocked when the youngest comes asking him to fuck his girlfriend, but youβre a pretty little thing and he canβt pass up the opportunity of breaking in your sweet cunt.Β
βgo on baby, thought you were begging for a big cock to fuck you right. what, so now that itβs happening you donβt know how to act?β chan would be so smug with how fast heβs able to fuck you dumb on his dick, pumping into you real deep and slow until youβre left slack jawed and arching into him, desperate to feel even more of him despite struggling to take what heβs given you so far. and all jeongin can do is stare, stare at the way you turn into complete putty on his hyungs dick, how your cunt struggles to swallow his cock up, how you whimper pathetically when the older boy leaves your cunt, pussy suddenly feeling so empty and cold without something filling it up. but as soon as chan beckons jeongin over to settle between your spread legs that empty void leaves, your boyfriends cock kissing impossibly deep against your dripping walls, fucking you the way you so desperately craved him to. jeongin wonβt stop until heβs coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of your little cunt, until youβre left swollen and raw and crying out for relief. and chan stays with you the whole time, keeping you grounded with sweet words as you get every coherent thought fucked out of your pretty little head.
β€Ώ warnings ; dirty talk, breeding, exhibition, lactation, choking, teasing, felix calls reader nicknames like "slut, bitch", blowjob and handjob.
boyfriend!felix who, in public, is like a saint. everything to when he gets home, destroy you and your pussy, all because he was jealous of a friend of yours.
boyfriend!felix who knows 100% how to satisfy a woman, how to get you all excited with his voice, those moans and deep sighs. as well as all the dirty talk in your ear.
boyfriend!felix who would have no mercy on you, remembering the times when you teased him with pictures of you wearing very short clothes β or lack thereof β while he was on tour.
boyfriend!felix with a kink for exhibitionism, would probably fuck you in the stray kids shared dorm, or even in jyp itself.
boyfriend!felix who, despite being a little jealous, would really like to provoke in public.
"do you like that, slut? i've told you many times that you're mine, not that idiot's." felix murmured as he pounded you hard from behind, pleasing your greedy pussy. your excitement came down in droves, smearing all over his cock and the entrance to your hole.
with his hands on your waist and pushing you down, yongbok started to go even harder. he wanted to see you dumb on his dick, see you lose yourself in the pleasure he gave you. leaving one of his hands free, felix used it to press your head harder into the pillow, an attempt to muffle your sounds.
you could hear the sound of bodies colliding hard, your tight pussy vibrated towards lix's cock, an attempt to extract all of his milk. "you really want to get caught here, don't you, little bitch?" he spat the harsh words at you.
"are you trying to milk my dick just so i can finish faster, huh?" he chuckled softly. his testicles slapped against your clit, an added stimulation.
felix pounded hard, violating your walls, trying to find your g-spot. he knew your pussy so well, he ate you so well, he made you go dumb on his cock. "ngh, lix! again..." you moaned loudly as he hit the bundle of nerves.
so close, so close, his cock felt like it was going to rip you in half, it was such a pleasurable sensation β maybe the best in the world, you would say. such a perfect moment to cum on his dick, the head of his dick slamming against you so hard.
your pussy tightened even more around him, then relaxed with a loud, pornographic moan. you came.
"now you know who fucks you so well?"
boyfriend!felix who would love to cum in your mouth, make you suck all his seed.
boyfriend!felix who would use your mouth in every way. it's so comfortable for him, your tongue around the head of his cock, since it's too big to take it all.
boyfriend!felix who has a breeding and lactation kink, simply everything that involves his semen in you, leaking from all your holes.
boyfriend!felix who would leave you completely exhausted, your mouth leaking his cum, while your pussy tried to expel the liquid.
boyfriend!felix who always says that when he is no longer at the height of fame, he will get you pregnant.
you gagged a lot on felix's cock, he grabbed a clump of your hair, forcing you even more on his cock. "mmh... so good for me." he moaned in pleasure, your mouth sucked him so well.
your throat closed, you felt the air lacking, but you would never let go of yongbok's cock, the way he fucked your mouth as if it were your pussy.
he pulled you away from his cock, letting you breathe for a moment. your hands were around his dick: one was paying attention to his balls, while the other was the full length of his cock.
"cum for me, lix? all over my mouth, let me taste you." you murmured, intensifying your handjob for him.
felix's moans were starting to get louder, his cock started to contract more and the veins became more and more visible. he was going to cum. you prepared your mouth to receive your boyfriend's entire load, sticking your tongue out.
"so good, baby. keep going, i'm gonna cum." he moaned, grabbing your head and pulling you back, he wanted to take his entire load in your mouth.
your face, so naughty waiting for his load to feed you, made him cum. the cock shot ropes of milk into your face, most of it actually into your mouth.
and you? you took it all like a good whore.
boyfriend!felix who would never fail to finish all your holes, to make you a good slut just for him.
tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc
wc: 2.73k
add. notes: hai β¦. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR ITβS COMING but itβs just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u canβt see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3
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β₯½ β¦ BANG CHAN:Β
link one.
chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.
"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.
link two.
you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.
"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.
β₯½ β¦ LEE MINHO:Β
link one.
you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.
"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."
link two.
it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.
"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."
β₯½ β¦ SEO CHANGBIN:Β
link one.
changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.
link two.
you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.
"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.
β₯½ β¦ HWANG HYUNJIN:Β
link one.
one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.
"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."
link two.
hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.
"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"
synopsis: hyunjin asks his friends to model for his paintings and things take a turn as they indulge in their fantasies.
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 6.6k
warnings: everyone is a horny desperate switch, oral (f and m), voyeurism, threesome, mxm action, fingering, a lil spit play, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), double penetration (one hole), cum eating, cum swapping, creampie
a/n: can't seem to get enough of hyunlix so enjoyπ€
~ divider by @anitalenia
~ Masterlist
"Fuck...! Lixie!" you jolt, your middle lifting towards Felix's lips as he flicks his tongue in a particular way that he knows gets your toes curling.
He groans into you, the taste of you and the sounds you make, how you sit on the couch spread out for him while he kneels with his head buried where he loves to be the most; he can't help his hand as it travels into his pants, grabbing his needy leaking cock.
You're so close, his nose pressing into your clit perfectly as you play with your nipples through your thin shirt and Felix pulls his cock out to bring himself release along with you.
"I'm gonna-" you're interrupted by your phone ringing, both of you jolt and groan as Felix moves away, licking at his lips.
"Who is it?" your best friend looks up at you, a little breathless, still stroking his length slowly, squeezing it a little.
"Hyune." you chuckle.
"Answer him." Felix smirks diving back in, pushing his tongue between your soaking folds into your warmth.
You groan and accept your other best friend's call.
"Hi, beautiful." you can just hear Hyunjin's smirk by the way he says it.
"Hey, prince- ah!" you accidentally moan as Felix pinches your clit teasingly.
"Hi, Felix!" Hyunjin yells loudly, making you laugh as you move your phone away from your ear.
Felix chuckles, detaching his lips from you as you put Hyunjin on speaker so Felix can talk to him too.
"You're between y/n's legs, I presume?" Hyunjin teases.
"My favorite place to be. Care to join?" Felix claps back as you close your legs and flick his forehead.
"That's besides the point. I'm calling cause I need a favor from my two very beautiful and very horny best friends." Hyunjin announces as Felix rubs his forehead, his brows pinched together.
"I'm not filming a porn movie and putting it on the internet!" you chime in, making Hyunjin laugh.
"I wasn't gonna ask that but now that you said it-"
"Stop stalling, Hyunjin." you interrupt him and he giggles.
"Alright, since the two of you are at it anyways, I wanted to ask if you would let me paint you in different sex poses? I wanna make it aesthetic, erotic, raw... you know? You two would be perfect for it!"
Even though you and Felix messed around sometimes, you've never actually went all the way so both of your faces become red as Hyunjin explains his vision.
You've kissed Hyunjin too, as has Felix but it never went further than that so the thought of being naked with Felix inside you, while Hyunjin paints the both of you made your gut stir, arousal gushing out of your already wet pussy.
The three of you had an interesting friendship, and you know not many people would understand it or support it but as long as you have each other, you didn't care.
"Hello? Earth to my pretty people?" Hyunjin laughs.
"I'm down." you nod and then look at Felix whose face was as red as a tomato now.
"M-me too. Yeah. Why not." he shrugs, trying to make it look like it didn't affect him at all.
"Great, that's settled! Come to my studio tomorrow at 6pm." Hyunjin sounds excited.
"Sure, see you!"
"And loves?" Hyunjin adds, his voice dropping a few octaves.
"Y-yeah?" Felix speaks up first.
"Don't worry about anything. I'll take good care of you." Hyunjin almost purrs and you feel your pussy clench at his words.
After you hang up, Felix and you look at each other and then burst into an awkward laugh.
"This'll definitely be interesting." he says, a contemplative look on his face.
"Mhm. Let's think about that tomorrow, though. We have some unfinished business here." you smirk, spreading your legs again as Felix looks at you darkly, licking his lips.
Excitement runs through your veins that night as you curl up in bed, anticipating tomorrow.
Felix drives you to the familiar building and the two of you step into the elevator, letting it take you to the top where Hyunjin's studio sits.
Hyunjin lets you in, and as always when he paints, he is messy, his hair disheveled but somehow making him even prettier, his bottom lip is red as he probably bit into it with concentration, there's a streak of yellow paint on his left cheek, and more on his shirt and pants.
"You know the rules." he wiggles his eyebrows before twirling away like some fairy, making you and Felix laugh.
The rules were simple; no shoes because they're dirty (and probably because Hyunjin likes to take peeks at your feet, sometimes even rub them when the three of you cuddle) and no phones as he felt they were an unnecessary distraction in his sacred space.
You and Felix leave your shoes and phones by the door, before following Hyunjin, walking on the plastic that's covering the floor for protection, and Hyunjin looks at you, leaving his paintbrush aside before he skips to you, his long arms enveloping both of you in a hug.
"Oof." Felix huffs out air as he accidentally knocks into Hyunjin a little too hard, making Hyunjin snicker before he leans back, his hands splayed on the backs of your heads.
"My loves. Are you excited?" he asks as you swat at him which he dodges with a laugh, finally releasing you.
"Intrigued, I would say." you smirk, both of you looking at Felix.
"I'm - a little nervous." Felix admits, a blush coloring his cheeks.
"We shared a bath multiple times." Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Felix, a playful smile gracing his features.
"This is different!" Felix swallows and you chuckle, your hand on his upper arm in an attempt to comfort him.
"It's just us, I know you'll feel better as soon as we get into it." you say, knowing that Felix isn't as spontaneous as Hyunjin or you are and it takes a little convicing when he's on the spot, but ultimately he always caves in.
"You don't have to strip right away. Here, I prepared coffee and snacks for my models." Hyunjin beckons you to the table with a smirk.
"Hardly a model." you chuckle as Felix picks up a drink.
"Y/n, you're gorgeous and you're not allowed to talk badly about yourself in my studio... or like ever." Hyunjin nods, folding his arms on his chest.
"Damn, calm down, I was joking." you giggle, your face warming up.
"Oh my god, ew! What the fuck did I just drink?" Felix makes a disgusted face and the two of you laugh.
"That would be my coffee. Your hot chocolate is on the left, sugar boy." Hyunjin smirks.
"I swear-" Felix starts, his hand curling into a fist and you laugh.
"Anyways. How will this work?" you stop whatever banter they were about to have, because you know it can drag on, sometimes they don't know how to stop when they start joking around.
"So. The bed, right?" Hyunjin says, semingly a bit bashful himself.
You look towards the bed, one where the three of you spent countless nights watching some artsy european movies on Hyunjin's projector; Felix would fall asleep with his head on your chest and Hyunjin would end up putting his head on your lap, demanding of you dramatically that you need to caress his head and play with his hair or he'll die.
The three of you would end up falling asleep together, limbs all tangled and messy, and one of you would always be close to falling off the bed (that one would mostly be Hyunjin).
"Okay." you nod.
"I will instruct what poses you'll make and then paint them. Of course we will take breaks when it becomes too much. Or stop altogether if either of you feel uncomfortable." Hyunjin waves his arms around as he talks.
"Alright. Should we just start?" you shrug and Felix sputters a little.
"I'm not hard yet." he says quietly.
"That's no problem. I'm sure y/n can help you with that." Hyunjin smirks. "Or if you want, I can help you."
"T-that... y/n and I can just make out." Felix's deep voice is so quiet in the big space.
"Okay, if you need me I'll be here. I can turn around if you want." Hyunjin chuckles.
"N-no, you can... watch." Felix says and you smirk, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.
Hyunjin sits on his stool, his eyes darkened already, his tongue pressed into his cheek as you push Felix to sit on the bed, your body following his as you grab his face in your hand and press your lips on his.
His lips are sweet and familiar, albeit trembling a little in this moment so you press harder into them, his hands coming up to caress your waist.
Hyunjin watches with dark and curious eyes, his two beautiful best friends kissing in front of him.
Felix relaxes the more you kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips, asking for permission to taste you which you happily grant him.
Hyunjin's heart speeds up as he observes you, his cock twitching in his pants.
He notices the way your hands tangle in Felix's hair and how you pull at the strands, he notices Felix's hands on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you get closer to each other, the wet sounds of your tongues dancing together bounces off the walls as spit dribbles down your chin.
He notices Felix's pants growing tighter, and he doesn't feel jealous of him, he feels exhilirated.
He wants to join.
Hyunjin stands up and makes his way towards the bed, which gets your attention as you detach from each other, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
Without any words, Hyunjin cups your chin and leans down to kiss you messy and sloppy, his tongue pushed in instantly to lap at you and you whimper, jolting a little as Felix grips your thighs.
Hyunjin leans away and turns to Felix, his hand big on Felix's head as he gathers his hair in it and yanks his head a little, making Felix whimper.
Hyunjin leans down and kisses him equally as messy and sloppy as he did to you, arousal gushing on your panties as you watch them making out.
"Fuck. I'm sorry." he shakes his head.
"It's okay, Hyune. You're always welcome to join." you lick your lips, your eyes traveling between his face and the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
"I'll hold onto that invitation. But, right now, I need you two to strip. Okay?" he asks and both of you nod.
It's easy to be naked in front of each other as you have shared baths and one too many nightly escapades which ended in skinny-dipping, Felix always being a victim of yours and Hyunjin's jokes, where you would dive in and grab his ankles or try to scare him with stories of lake monsters.
Felix would nearly cry but you didn't want to be too cruel so you would hold him, as the three of you floated around naked in the cold water.
But, something about only you and Felix being naked while Hyunjin is dressed and observing every single move you make is new and exciting.
"So, what would be the first position?" you ask curiously as Hyunjin prepares his easel.
"What do you usually do?" he asks, not looking at you.
"We never... we never did that." Felix says, making Hyunjin look up.
"Really? I thought you for sure have. Don't you like - mess around?"
"Yeah, but we never went all the way." you nod and Hyunjin gasps.
"Oh my god, why didn't you tell me! Is this uncomfortable for you?"- he panics, his arms flailing, making you laugh at him because he's seconds from slipping on that plastic cover.
"Calm down, Hyun!" you say as you sit on the bed.
"I'm totally fine with it. Lixie?" both of you look at Felix.
"Yes. I'm okay to go." he nods.
"Alright, just prep yourselves then." Hyunjin says it like it's a command to obey and you can't help the way your pussy clenches at his words and the determined look in his warm eyes.
"H-help us?" Felix gets bold suddenly, batting his pretty eyelashes at Hyunjin and he lets out a delighted chuckle, only two long strides and Hyunjin is in front of you.
"Sweetheart, spread your legs for us." Hyunjin coos at you and you immediately obey.
The smirk on his face deepens as he brings his hand to Felix's lips.
"Spit on my fingers, angel." he taps his lips and Felix whimpers a little, gathering spit before letting it drip onto Hyunjin's long fingers.
You expected him to only finger you, but what you didn't expect is for Hyunjin to drop to his knees between Felix's legs and spit on his cock as he grabs him, making Felix squeal from the sudden action.
Hyunjin wastes no time, his wet fingers press into your clit and run down your folds, as his other hand starts slowly working Felix's length.
"Ah!" Felix moans, jolting into Hyunjin, you know it must feel quite different to have another guy jerk him off like that and you whine for more attention as Hyunjin stares up at Felix with a knowing smirk.
Hyunjin turns to look at you, eyes softening before he slowly pushes his fingers inside you, your warm pussy welcoming them and sucking them in.
His tongue darts out to catch a bead of pre-cum from Felix's tip and Felix gasps, his hands clutching at the covers under him as his thighs tremble.
Hyunjin doesn't stop smirking as his tongue swipes around Felix's tip before he takes him in, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head up and down slowly, his fingers matching the pace of his lips as he fucks them deep into you.
"H-Hyune." you whimper, the tips of your fingers touching Felix's as he falls apart too, his head thrown back, a string of curses leaving his lips as Hyunjin sucks on him harder.
You admire how he seemingly has no gag reflex as he keeps sucking him in, his nose pressed into Felix's pubes as he swallows his whole length, while fucking your pussy skilfully, scissoring you open to take Felix's cock.
"There." he suddenly pops off of Felix, pulling his fingers out of you and immediately sticking them into his mouth to taste your sweet juices.
"Mm." Hyunjin moans around his fingers.
"T-thank you?" you bite your lip teasingly and Hyunjin giggles.
"Anytime."
"How do you want us for the first position?" you ask, your pussy throbbing and clenching, needing more attention.
"Okay, so..." Hyunjin pushes Felix to lay down and then moves him a little, making you chuckle at how Felix looks up at him cutely and almost innocently as Hyunjin adjusts his body however he wants.
"I want your arm lifted and kind of falling of the bed. And the second on will be on y/n's hip when she straddles you." Hyunjin motions at you and you nod, your legs on either sides of Felix and he squirms a little as you grab his cock and run it on your wet folds.
Felix gasps as you moan and slowly lower down on his length, Hyunjin observing his cock pushing into you with his lips parted.
You wiggle a little to adjust, feeling your best friend's cock filling you up perfectly and Felix whimpers quietly, bucking up into you.
"Where do you want my hands?" you ask, sounding almost breathless as you clench around Felix involuntarily, making his eyes flutter.
"Hm. Actually, let's change it up. I want y/n arching off you and holding your hand. So you can put this one-" Hyunjin takes the hand that was falling off the bed- "here." he lays Felix's hand on your hip.
"Your other hand here." Hyunjin takes your hand and puts it on Felix's abs but a little bit to the side so the point where you connect can still be visible to him.
"Beautiful." Hyunjin breathes deeply. "I want you looking at each other." he adds, messing with Felix's hair and then yours, making some of it cascade on one side, but not covering your breasts.
"Arch your back a little, sweetheart." you do as he says, any movement making both you and Felix moan.
"Now, stay like that as long as you can." Hyunjin smirks, almost evilly, the bastard.
He moves from the bed to blast some music on his speakers, whistling and acting nonchalant but you can see his cock struggling against the fabric of his pants.
Your eyes find Felix's and he licks his lips as he looks at you.
"You okay, Lix?" you ask, squeezing his hand a little.
"P-perfect. Feel so good. You're so warm and tight." he whimpers and you can't help your hips moving at that, your pussy clenching.
"Hey, no actual fucking." Hyunjin chimes in, knocking down a few paintbrushes accidentally. "Yet." he adds with a devilish smirk.
"Bastard." you mutter under your breath with a chuckle, making Felix smile.
"I heard that!" Hyunjin sits at his easel, and you look up at him, sticking your tongue out at him as he rolls his eyes playfully.
Hyunjin starts sketching quickly as you look back down at Felix.
The two of you lock eyes and in the sudden silence devoid of your conversation and jokes, you're aware of everything.
You're aware of Felix buried inside your warmth, throbbing and full, his fingers slotted between yours, his other hand gripping your hip, his dark eyes fixated on you.
Felix's eyes travel down to where he's filling you up and he groans deeply.
"Fuck." his hips buck just a little and you feel your arousal gushing and coating his cock.
"Lix." you warn but it comes out as a moan.
"You two have no patience." Hyunjin scolds as he continues sketching.
"You try being in my place." Felix huffs.
"Maybe later." Hyunjin winks at you as you flip him off.
"Hand back on Lix." he points with his pen and you make noises of protest but listen nevertheless.
You look into Felix's eyes again and he looks at you so softly but still full of lust and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze.
After he's done sketching, Hyunjin starts mixing his paints and you wiggle a little, making Felix moan under you, his nails digging into your hip.
"My legs hurt." you whine with a pout.
"Let's take a break." Hyunjin states, and you can see that he's adjusting himself in his pants, as his other hand holds the paintbrush.
"You have a sketch though," you start, sliding off of Felix and making him whimper. ",can't you like finish painting without us having to be in this position for so long?" you ask, your eyes falling down to Felix's cock, wet with your arousal.
Your face warms up and you tear your eyes away to look at Hyunjin expectantly, as Felix sits up, feeling a bit dizzy as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in.
"I need you in the position just a bit longer. Just to get some shading done, then you can change positions." Hyunjin says, finally looking up at you.
His eyes rake all over your body and he licks his lips hungrily at the sight.
"What, you hate being on top of our Lixie that much?" he decides to tease to calm himself down.
"As much as I love cockwarming Lix, my legs are cramping." you state nonchalantly, making Felix cough behind you as he stands up.
"You okay there, angel?" Hyunjin asks.
"Perfect." Felix nods but you can see that his eyes are almost crossed from the need to be touched.
You laugh under your breath, drinking some water before sitting down and stretching your legs.
Hyunjin stands up abruptly, making his way to you as Felix sips on his chocolate.
You look up at him and before you can ask him what he's doing, Hyunjin kneels before you, his fingers wrapping around your ankle as he brings your foot on his thigh.
"W-what..." you start but he shushes you, his hands wrapping around your calf as he gently massages you, soothing out the tension in your muscles.
Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing as Hyunjin stares into your eyes darkly yet his touch is so sweet.
You smirk a little, sliding your foot on his flesh before gently resting it on the bulge in his pants.
Hyunjin sucks in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as his hands squeeze you a little harder.
"Be careful, sweetheart." he warns you but you want to play, so you press harder into him, wiggling your toes against his tip, realizing quickly he isn't wearing any underwear.
Hyunjin looks up at you, narrowing his eyes with a smirk.
"Lix, come here for a sec." Felix makes his way to the two of you instantly.
"Entertain our sweetheart. Perhaps she needs a distraction." Hyunjin winks at Felix, and Felix returns the wink with a smirk of his own as he stands in front of you.
You look up at Felix and he puts his hand on the back of your head, gently caressing you as his other hand holds his cock, bringing it closer to your lips which fall open immediately, letting him gently push his tip inside your mouth.
It's not the first time you've done this, but you never tasted yourself on him or done this with Hyunjin in the room and it makes you moan around him, Felix's hips stuttering as he pushes in more.
Hyunjin whines quietly as he starts massaging your other leg and Felix holds your head in place, fucking into you slowly.
"See how good you can be for us, sweetheart." Hyunjin's voice is low and you struggle to look down at him as Felix slides his cock deeper inside you, your throat adjusting to take him.
Hyunjin's hands wander up towards your thigh, squeezing and massaging the flesh there, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet core.
By now you're dripping on the sheets, and Hyunjin subtly parts your legs just to take a look at your cunt and the sight of your glistening folds has him groaning.
Without a word he leans in and starts kissing up your thigh.
You jolt a little, whimpering around Felix's length as his eyes fall down to see Hyunjin kissing and nipping at your flesh.
The sight makes him twitch inside your hot mouth as Hyunjin comes closer and closer to your core.
He worships your inner thighs with his lips, tongue and teeth as Felix pushes his cock deep inside you, making you gag a little.
You know he's about to apologize so you start bobbing your head on his length just to prove to him that you don't mind, rather the opposite, you love it.
Felix's fingers grip at your hair as he lets you take control, wetting his cock with your spit as you close your eyes and get into it.
Just as you're beginning to lose yourself, Hyunjin suddenly buries his face in your cunt and inhales deeply, making you aware of him.
"You smell so sweet." Hyunjin almost growls. "Fuck the paintings." he mumbles against you and your legs tremble but be grips them, pulling them over his shoulders before his lips attach to your lower ones.
"Shit." Felix thrusts into you, the sight of Hyunjin's plump lips against your cunt as he kisses you and sucks on your clit, his tongue darting out to gather all your dripping juices drives him insane and he can feel the familiar build up inside his gut.
"I'm gonna cum." Felix whines as he continues fucking your face and you're a mess, drooling on his cock, your legs shaking from the way Hyunjin eats you out, like he's never tasted anything better in his entire life.
The slurping noises Hyunjin makes as he presses his lips and nose as hard as he can into you, his tongue fucking your clenching hole, bring Felix to the edge and he twitches inside you as you grip onto Hyunjin's hair making him groan into your pussy.
"Ah, y/n!" Felix moans loudly as he shoots his load down your throat and you swallow readily, not letting a drop go to waste as you milk him dry.
Felix pulls out of you, trying to come to his senses and catch a breath just as Hyunjin is about to lean away and throw some snarky remark but Felix is quick to grip his head and push him back into you, making him moan.
"Finish what you started, Hyunjin." Felix's voice is deep, his eyes sharp and electricity shoots through your body when he takes charge like that.
Hyunjin's eyes roll back in his head as he eats you out even more hungrily, palming his erection harshly through his pants, a wet spot appearing on them.
Felix smooths out Hyunjin's hair with a smirk.
"Good boy." Felix's deep voice rings out and Hyunjin groans deeply, bucking his hips into his hand, very obviously moaning into you and you whimper, you're so close to release.
Felix decides to help you feel even better as he sits down next to you and leans in to suck your nipple in his mouth, his fingers playing with the other one.
The combined stimulation proves to be too much and you cum hard, painting Hyunjin's face in your pleasure and he whines lapping you up and licking at his lips.
"Now I understand why you love being between y/n's legs so much." Hyunjin pants as he looks up at Felix, his hand shoved in his sweatpants.
"I'm right here, you know." you chuckle and he stands up.
"I know sweetheart. Ah, please help me." Hyunjin whines, pulling his cock out as it twitches miserably in his hand, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.
"Let me." Felix interjects, sensing that you need to come to your senses a little bit and let your throat rest.
"Be my guest." Hyunjin smirks as Felix sits right in front of Hyunjin's core.
You gasp quietly at the sight before you, Felix wrapping his lips around Hyunjin's dick and Hyunjin tangling his hand in Felix's hair making him take more as he guides him.
You get desperate all over again, your hand reaching between your legs to play with your puffy clit as you observe your best friends lost in pleasure; Hyunjin's head thrown back as he moves his hips purposefully, languidly, fucking Felix's mouth, his big hands gripping his hair and controlling him as Felix drools around him, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands digging into Hyunjin's thighs.
"Oh god." you whine as you push two fingers inside your pussy and start fucking yourself with the same speed Hyunjin is moving his hips against your friend's plump lips.
Hyunjin opens his eyes and looks at you with a smirk before he looks at Felix.
"Looks like you're the good boy now." he says lowly before snapping his hips into Felix harshly, making him gag as tears spill from his eyes and for a moment you get worried but you see that his cock is twitching against his thigh at the way Hyunjin is handling him, fucking harder into him, making the tip of his cock hit the back of Felix's throat.
You speed up with your fingers, your other hand coming up to play with your aroused nipples as Felix cries against Hyunjin, gripping his thighs and as his nails dig into his flesh and break skin, Hyunjin whines loudly and cums, painting Felix's throat with his cum.
"Don't swallow." Hyunjin warns and Felix sputters a little, some of the cum seeping out of his lips.
"Come here, beautiful." he beckons you as you stop what you were doing and come closer to Felix.
"Kiss her." Hyunjin commands and Felix grabs your face gently and you open your mouth to let Felix push Hyunjin's cum on your tongue.
The two of you make out, playing with his cum and Hyunjin joins in, grabbing the back of your heads, he leans in and kisses you first, tasting himself on your tongue then he does the same to Felix, wiping his tears as he kisses him.
"You've no idea how long I wanted you both." Hyunjin exhales, his eyes shiny.
"Kinda did. You are obvious, eye-fucking us whenever we're together." you smirk.
"You humped my ass while we were sleeping here once." Felix added with a flush on his cheeks and Hyunjin hits his arm as he got embarassed.
"Shut up, I was half asleep then." he mutters and the two of you chuckle.
You lean in and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Are we gonna continue or what?" you smirk. "Or are you going back to painting? Was that just a ruse to get us naked and fuck us?"
"It wasn't! I genuinely wanted to paint you!" Hyunjin pouts.
"Okay no need to get defensive, prince." you wink.
"We can get back to painting some other time." Felix chimes in and you agree, leaning in to kiss Hyunjin to get him back in the mood.
It doesn't take long before he lays you down, with Felix on your left side and Hyunjin between your legs.
"I want to worship you, my beautiful sweetheart." Hyunjin grabs your foot and starts kissing your toes.
You whimper a little and Felix leans over you, pressing his lips into yours.
There are so many hands on you that you can't even think straight, your mind is cloudy, your pussy is soaking and you can't stop arching off the bed, your body begging for more.
Hyunjin worships your feet, kissing them and licking them, sucking on your toes, his lips pressing into your ankles gently; while Felix's face is buried in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin and leaving purple bruises as he marks you, his hands slide all over your chest and stomach until he lets his hand settle over your pussy as he cups it.
"Ah!" you whine as Felix runs his fingers on your folds before stopping at your clit and pressing into it.
You moan quietly, your eyes closed in bliss as you play with Felix's hair, your other hand gripping the sheet.
Hyunjin kisses up your leg until his face is close to your cunt for the second time tonight.
"Need to taste you again." he mutters and you open your eyes to look at him as Felix retracts his hand and instead puts it on your breast, massaging it and playing with your sensitive nipple.
Hyunjin doesn't wait, he dives in, his tongue lapping at you again as you drip on him.
"Come, angel." he calls out to Felix, gently taking his hand in his and pulling him to kneel between your legs too.
You groan when they start making out, both of them battling for dominance but ultimately it's Hyunjin who lets Felix tilt his head with a fistful of his hair gripped.
When they part, a string of saliva connects them and they smirk at each other before leaning in closer to your core.
You almost yelp when both of their tongues start playing with your throbbing pussy, Hyunjin pushing his inside you and sliding over your folds, Felix flicking your clit with his and meeting Hyunjin in the middle where they move together against your cunt.
With your legs spread as they hold your thighs, your best friends continue to lap at you, their tongues meeting constantly as they make out, their spit and your slick making everything even more wet and naughty.
They both eat you out like you're the sweetest treat ever as Hyunjin keeps dipping his tongue into your hole, Felix concentrating on your sensitive clit, sometimes sliding down to lick at Hyunjin's tongue and your hole.
Your legs start trembling and you can't hold in anymore, you let go, gripping at the bed, your hips spasming as you squirt all over their faces.
"Fuck, she squirted for us." Hyunjin groans, lapping at you.
"What a good girl." Felix adds, looking up at you darkly as he kisses your inner thigh.
Hyunjin leans back and Felix grabs his face, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue, making Hyunjin grind his cock against the mattress.
"I need you inside." you whimper when they lift up to look at you.
"Which one of us, sweetheart?" Hyunjin asks, as Felix gently caresses your thighs and waist.
"Both." you whine.
"Both?" Felix's eyes widen. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Please."
"Whatever our princess wants, she gets." Hyunjin smirks, fingertips teasing your clenching pussy.
"Lixie, get under me." you lift up and Felix lays down, his eyes becoming hazy instantly, his lips parting as he stares at you in awe.
You throw your leg over him as you hover, before grabbing his cock and sliding it inside you with ease.
Felix moans, arching off the bed as you adjust yourself.
You lean down, pressing your chest on his as Hyunjin shuffles behind you.
"Make some room for me." he almost whines, making Felix chuckle.
"Always." you say as Hyunjin presses himself behind you, the tip of his cock on your already stuffed pussy and you whimper.
"Are you sure you can take both of us?" Hyunjin teases, prodding at you with his tip.
"Y-yes. Don't make me wait anymore, please Jinnie." you moan as Felix caresses your head.
"As you wish, love." Hyunjin whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pushes in.
It's tight and it stings but you love the feeling of your best friends stretching your little cunt at the same time.
"Fuck, so tight." Hyunjin groans, pushing in slowly as you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes.
"You're doing so good, darling." Felix praises you, his hands gentle on your soft skin.
"Mhm, taking us so well." Hyunjin moans, pushing in as much as he could.
"Ah!" you moan, your pussy stretched and dripping on their cocks.
"Angel." Hyunjin looks at Felix, their hands finding each other as their fingers entwine.
Hyunjin's other hand is on your hips, while Felix gently holds your head, caressing the back of your neck.
"Tell us when to move, love." Felix kisses your forehead.
"You can move." you say breathlessly, as your pussy clenches around them eagerly.
Both of them start dragging their cocks inside you, opening you up with each gentle and languid thrust, their lengths rubbing against each other in the tight, warm space.
"F-feel so good!" you exclaim, your eyes crossing from pleasure already.
"Yeah. S-so good." Felix whines, fucking up into you.
"Ah, my loves. I love you so much." Hyunjin groans, his lips dragging on your skin, face buried in your neck.
"Love you too." you whimper.
"It's just the three of us. Forever." Hyunjin grips Felix's hand and your hip harder, nails digging into your skin.
"Mm yes." Felix groans as the two of them speed up, their cocks filling you up constantly, the squelching sounds so loud in the big room.
You've never felt this full or this wet as they fuck into you desperately, pressing into your sweet spot and stretching your little pussy just for them.
"Lix." Hyunjin moans, releasing his hand and lifting up a little to angle his hips better as he holds yours.
Felix smirks faintly, wrapping his arms around you before the two of them start fucking your hard, using you like a little fuck toy as you grip at Felix and moan, becoming putty between them, letting them have complete control over you.
"Ah, ah, ah, L-Lixie! Jinnie!" you whimper and babble as your orgasm builds up.
"Squirt on our cocks, sweetheart. Please." Hyunjin ruts into you desperately, making both yours and Felix's eyes roll back as he matches his pace and fucks up into you as hard as he can.
You dig your nails into Felix's arms and let go, cumming and squirting around them as you clench making them both groan.
"I'm gonna cum, ah!" Hyunjin whines.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and take our cum?" Felix asks, his lips brushing yours.
"Y-yes, please." you moan, your vision cloudy as your body burns up.
All three of you are on fire and slippery from sweat, holding each other tight as Hyunjin and Felix reach climax, both of them cumming inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim, making you cum with them again.
"Shit." Felix whimpers as Hyunjin pulls out first.
Felix helps you as he lays you down and you whimper, your pussy throbbing from the stretch you just endured, all of your releases gushing out of you.
"Are you okay, beautiful?" Hyunjin hovers over you, his hands gentle on your face as Felix slowly stands up to retrieve a wet cloth and some water.
"Mm. Perfect." you smile blissfully and Hyunjin giggles, leaning down to kiss you gently, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before leaving more sweet pecks against your mouth.
Felix kneels on the bed and cleans you up gently and Hyunjin sits up, quickly kissing Felix too.
"I'm gonna go run us a bath." he says.
"Are you in any pain?" Felix asks and you can't help swooning at the thought of having two sweet men who care about you.
"No, I'm okay." you say and he smiles.
"Good." he kisses you too and before long, the three of you are in the bath together.
As always, you relax at first before one of you starts getting playful which is usually Felix who splashes Hyunjin's face with water.
It's not that different this time as you sit between Felix's legs, leaning your back on his chest, your legs on Hyunjin's thigh as he caresses your feet.
It's silent and relaxing for some time as you melt into the warm water with your two lovers until Felix decides to joke around, splashing Hyunjin's face and making him whine dramatically before he returns the favor, you being the victim in between them.
The bathroom fills with sounds of laughter, stupid insults and splashes of water for some time before you finally manage to calm down.
The three of you sleep naked that night, you between your two favorite boys, feeling like you have the whole world in your hands when you have them.
In the morning, you're tangled up with Felix, his face smushed into your chest as you hear the familiar clicks of Hyunjin's camera.
Your eyes slowly flutter open to see a still very naked Hyunjin holding his camera, a cheeky grin on his pretty face.
"Hyunjin. Were you taking pics of us?" you almost growl at him, making Felix stir.
Hyunjin giggles and then bursts into full on laughter as you sit up, grabbing a pillow and throwing at him.
Felix looks at you confusedly, his hair a royal mess and eyes barely open as Hyunjin dodges your attack only to twirl away laughing.
"You were too adorable not to!" he yelps.
"I swear I'm gonna kill you!" you yell out and Felix puts his arm around your waist, pulling you back down.
"We can kill him later, I wanna sleep more." he mumbles and you chuckle, your eyes still laced with sleep too.
"Hyun! Come join us!" you beckon and Hyunjin appears from the kitchen.
"Promise not to kill me." he pouts.
"Eh, you're safe." you say and he makes his way to the bed slowly and lays down. "For now." you add and he giggles, kissing your neck as he wraps his arm around the both of you.
You don't know where the three of you start or end, all tangled up together in the warmth of the sun and the soft sheets, but you know it would always be like that with them.
But waitβ¦ dating Chan has so many perks! - β¦p*rn links
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- Youβre never not spoiled and a little greedy for his attention! Always so demanding and pouty when he doesnβt give you what you want and sometimes heβll have to remind whoβs in change! But itβs so worth it!
- Youβre the first to hear any and every song heβs working on. So you spend a lot of time in the studio with him when he isnβt too overwhelmed by work!
- You get the very best hugs.
- You donβt have to worry about feeling lonely because when heβs not around thereβs always someone to keep you company. Maybe Felix. Maybe Minho. Hyunjin. Seungmin, Changbin, Or even Jisung and Jeongin! Theyβre always around to help you out when Chan gets caught up in work! But donβt worry because he wonβt forget to make it up to you and give a reward for being so patient!
- You get whatever you want from him as long as you say βpleaseβ just like he taught you. Always so polite. Always so sweet for him!
- You get to take care of him! Heβs always being everything for everyone and sometimes even he needs a little break so helping him relax is your favorite thing to do!
- You can wear any and all the cute little outfits your heart desires -but be careful because itβs not always going to stay βcuteβ around him! And thatβs okay cause heβll buy you something prettier!
- You get the cutest messages from him! Voice memos and videos made just for you! All for you.. And heβs always so excited and proud of you when you send him one of your own!
- You can sit on his lap whenever you want, for as long as you want, and he loves it when you do! He wonβt wanna let you go!
- You get all the best kisses. The ones that leave your head spinning and all foggy just the way he likes it!
- You can relieve some of his stress. Ease his mind when no one else can and he appreciates it!
- Youβll be the love of his life. A point of inspiration he draws from every second youβre with himβ¦
- You could be all his
Alrightβ¦so how did I do on this? Should I do the other members too or no? π€
Also, the literal battle I had to fight to get these vids and audios was nothing short of a rollercoaster. Literally was melting, crying, and dying all at once so youβre welcome-! π€
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