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23 || she/they || embrace the void, and have the courage to exist. be unapologetically you.

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go away ꩜ ExGirlfriend!윤채

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✮⋆｡°✩ tonight - yunho x fem!reader x mingi

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The bar has been refurbished since the last time you came here.

The overall layout is still generally the same; during your search for your friends, you’ve looked in the ladies’ room - still to the left of the bar, cramped, only two stalls, line way too long, though it isn’t the hospital powder pink it once was - and in the smoking area, thus far. The latter looks pretty much the same, although you admit they can’t really change that much; beneath your denim jacket, you’re still only wearing a minidress and boots and it’s fucking cold. 

Escaping back inside seems the best idea. Realistically, if they’re not there or in the restroom or here, in the main room with the bar, you may as well just get over it. There’s no signal in this place for you to text them either - there never has been - and you don’t want to leave this early. You can still have a good night. You undoubtedly know some of the people here anyway - hell, maybe you’ll find a man. 

It’s the overall vibe that’s changed more than anything else; you think they must be going for some sort of seventies concept now, while before it was largely unthemed. It seems to bring more customers like this - the place is packed full on a tacky illuminated dancefloor, no one dressed the part, though beneath the flashing lights and disco ball you can't really tell. It’s flashy, somewhat exciting; it’s why you decided to wear your vintage denim jacket, even if no one else was going to play along.

The drink you’ve been nursing is still over half full, so you bypass the bar and go straight to the dancefloor. The music doesn’t match the vibe either, but you’re not bothered, swaying in your spot to the random dance song they have playing and taking a generous gulp of the liquid to ease yourself in.

Okay, it definitely feels like a better time now. Perhaps the rebrand has had some effect. You move your hips, jacket falling down your bare shoulders before catching on the strap of your bag. 

Lost in your own world, you almost miss it as you turn around to look amongst the crowd; but no, clear as day, tall and attractive enough to make your heart stop - two men, one in baggy clothes and an obnoxious fur coat and one in tighter, flared jeans, long sleeve tight across a toned, broad chest, sipping on their drinks, staring at you like a pint of water in the middle of a desert. 

You see them after they see you. You’re not sure how long they’ve been looking at you, these two men, but god they’re fixated and it makes you stop too. They can’t look away, both of their gazes trailing down your body as you move and sway with your drink in your hand, and your breath catches in your throat - not that you’re complaining, though. They’re handsome, though you assume they came together and will be leaving together too, judging by the way they’re glued to each other’s sides. 

The taller one seems to have more of a grip on the situation than the other man, but they’re both intimidating, domineering. He whispers something in the other man’s ear, long fingers brushing at his neck. Their eyes still don't leave you though, and the shorter’s plump lips break into a grin, leering, too satisfied for someone who hasn’t even spoken to you - let alone touched you. He must’ve said something he likes. 

You can’t help yourself. You smile back, and he flicks a few dark blue strands out of his forehead, taking a sip of the liquid he’s got in his glass before he slams it down on the table decisively. He says something else to the other man, something you can’t even try to lip read because he turns his back to you. He gives him a cheeky smile, almost like he’s doing something wrong, and begins to push through the crowd on the dancefloor. You stand dead still.

You wonder about the situation between them. Clearly, they’re more than friends, and it seems like the taller is the one in control, but - what’s this? The shorter man is approaching you, his too-large brown fur coat seeming ridiculous in the heat of the bar, but you see as he gets closer that he’s got nothing but a waistcoat and baggy trousers underneath. He shoots a few amused looks back at the other man, who looks less than pleased at his misbehaving, but it doesn’t sway him - once he’s at you, he pulls you into him so your back is pressed against his front and whispers in your ear just loud enough for you to hear him.

“Wanna dance?”

Do you? Fuck yeah, you do - and with his partner too, if he’s up for grabs. For now though, you suppose one will have to do, because as you smile flirtatiously in response and the DJ changes the music to something else - something sultry, heavy, with a solid beat - the man starts to grind his hips so sensually you forget everything else. He’s good at this, angling you with a firm palm on the plush of your tummy, fingers wrapping in the fabric of your minidress so that your hips grind back against him. 

The fur of his coat is expensive, you can tell just by feeling it when your hands go back to grip on his arms, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip when you grab at him.He lets you balance yourself with your hold, his own hand moving up to your chest, both of you moving in a sinuous movement that has you realising how good he’d be in bed if he dances like this. 

Just before you forget, ring-clad knuckles come to the bottom of your chin and angle your head towards where you were previously looking. He’s still there, the other man, and this time he looks positively engrossed, arms folding over his chest - his eyes don’t leave the two of you, a smirk playing at his lips like he can’t quite believe it. It’s as if you’re performing for him, the two of you, nowhere near in control of the situation; you wonder what it is, this situation, and if it’ll end in you getting fucked by both of them.

The man next to you chuckles before fully humping into the curve of your ass, unashamed; the line of his cock presses against you, half hard, fat and steadily growing like you’re doing a lot more than just grinding on each other in a packed bar. You gasp, muffled by the music but he seems to have heard it despite the noise - he nudges his nose into your neck, impatient.

“We came together, me and him,” he says, tone casual though he has to shout a little to be heard. The words say everything despite being so few, but you don’t falter, hoping that you’re moving against him in a way that’s still inconspicuous enough to be passed off as a dance. “That okay?”

You shrug as casually as you can, skin starting to feel a little heated. This is the jackpot, you think. “I don’t mind taking two.”

“I bet you fuckin’ don’t.” He huffs out a laugh. “Don’t mind putting on a show either, do you? I’m Mingi, by the way.”

“Mm, hi Mingi,” you giggle, and Mingi shakes his head, disbelieving, a smile pulling at his lips. You can’t believe it either, quite frankly, how well the night’s turned out, and your head lolls back against his broad shoulder as you move, fur coat soft under your head, a grounding presence. The other man is still looking, and you find yourself drawn to his eyes, holding eye contact with him as you manage your next question, “what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

A hum, and then plump lips press a gentle kiss to your jaw. A shiver wracks through you, straight down your spine, and he does it again a few times just to watch the effect it has on you. “Yunho,” he breathes, “his name is Yunho. Shake this ass on me, let him see it.”

“He likes to watch, huh?” You say, as if you have any problem with it whatsoever. The song changes, a dance track with an even dirtier beat now and you do as he says - you’re shaking your hips to the rhythm before you can feel embarrassed about it, everyone around you too occupied with their own dancing or flirting. 

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he hums, hand moving from your front to your hips, fingers ghosting over the curve of your asscheeks where your hips get plusher and move into your thighs. Hands dig into flesh, and he groans, rutting against you once, twice, enough to have you squirming, starting to worry someone might notice. “Fuck, look at that. Shit, should we just take you back now? I wanna tear this ass apart.”

You can’t help it - you laugh again, hand coming to Mingi’s jaw to pull him forwards, his cheek pressed against yours. Yunho rolls his neck, tongue poking over his bottom lip before he’s placing his drink down and you think he’s made the decision for all three of you. 

 “And him?” You murmur.

Mingi’s nose brushes against your cheek. “He’ll tear you apart too. Might even be nastier than me.”

“I find that hard to believe.” His hips hit you just right, slow, to the beat, and you breathe heavily when he spins you around to face him like he’s going to kiss you. He’s pretty up close, sharp nose and dark blue hair and plump lips that form a predatory smile. “Fuck, Mingi, take me home.”

“Eager girl.” His head drops down, kissing you chastely square on the lips once, then twice. His lips are buttery soft and you chase them when he pulls away. He doesn’t care that you’re in public, so neither do you - you press yourself against him harder, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “We need to talk to Yunho.”

“No need.” Another voice, and another set of big, big hands that wrap around your waist and pull you back into him. You’re trapped between them now, because despite being unfamiliar with them you know who’s just gripped you and gotten involved. “She’s right, we should take her home. You’re an aching little thing, hm?”

Fingers dip up under the hem of your minidress where it hangs around your thighs, nails scratching against your skin, teasing. You’re not sure who it is this time, but the touch is so close to your panties that you whimper, the sound so broken that Yunho’s head dips into the other crook of your neck with a deep sigh, mirroring where Mingi continues to bite at you the other side. “P-please, I can’t take this anymore, I want you both, can we-”

“Fine,” Yunho breathes, exasperated, and a firm, guiding grip comes to rest on the back of your neck. “Let’s get you home, tiny.”

“On your knees.” A firm hand pushes on your shoulder, forcing you down before you can decide to obey; you drop to your knees in your pretty dress, your legs bare, their carpet scratching against your skin. Like this, they’re looming over you in a different way than before, and all you can see is long, long legs in baggy jeans and firm torsos heaving - they’re waiting, perceiving you, seeing if you’ll do anything else. Yunho’s the first to speak again, grin wide when he turns to his partner, “that’s it. She’s pretty like this, isn’t she? Quiet, so needy she’ll do anything, waiting for us to just say.”

“She’s beautiful,” Mingi says, fingers pulling your hair backwards to force you to look up at them properly. “Slutty, too.”

You whimper, squirming in his grip, though not enough to be told off for it. You wonder if they’re hard already, fat lengths trapped in the confines of their pants, but you don’t have long to think about it - Yunho’s long fingers start working at his belt, and before long the leather is pulled out from the prongs and his button is being pushed open. 

It exposes his black boxers, and you realise you’re not even looking at him anymore. Fixated on his crotch, you wait, mouth open and spit pooling at your bottom lip like a drooling dog. They both sound amused, but they don’t make you wait, Yunho pushing down his boxers and revealing his tan shaft. 

Thick, long and veiny, it springs against his stomach. It curves upwards, tip a darker shade and swollen, but not leaking just yet. The moan leaves your throat before you can help it. If Yunho’s is like this, you can’t imagine the other man - but fingers tighten in your hair and redirect you back before you can even turn to try and get a lot. 

“Mm, no,” Yunho murmurs, and you look back up at him. He looks pleased by how enthralled you are, a smile pulling at his lips, and his hand comes down to slap his shaft against your cheek once, twice. You shiver. “You can show her yours too, Mingi, really get the slut going. She wants two at once, after all, don’t you?”

“I do, I want both.” You nod dumbly, pathetically; Mingi’s resulting groan is delighted, low in his throat. His tongue licks at his teeth as he works at his own belt, and his baggy jeans drop with a rustling noise at his ankles, unashamed. Yunho has tucked his boxers underneath his balls but Mingi’s less reserved, shunning his boxers as quick as he can as Yunho starts slowly stroking half of his shaft inches away from your face.

Fuck.

Mingi’s big too, a little shorter but thicker again and his tip is leaking like a fucking faucet. If he’d left his boxers on a little longer you’d have seen the drops beading upon the fabric but he’s too impatient for that, already stroking his cock quicker than Yunho, moving hip to hip with the other man. 

“You want both?” He smacks his cock against your other cheek, laughing delightedly when you moan, nodding eagerly. “Open your mouth then, there’s a good whore.”

You blink, in a daze. “I- I can’t fit both-”

“Obviously,” Yunho scoffs. “Use your hand for the other. Are you stupid?”

Oh. Something must show on your face, a wordless reaction to his words because Yunho’s grin turns predatory then, and when he grips your hair now it’s harsher, firmer than his boyfriend had done. You scramble to say something to quell this harshness, stammering, “N-not stupid, I’ve just never…”

Yunho bursts out laughing. Your gut clenches and your pussy burns in your panties, so slick and needy that you try to rut down the floor, to no avail. “Never had two cocks at once? We all know that’s a fucking lie, baby. I think you need to stop talking.”

He’s forcing you down on his cock before you can retort.

You still try to splutter something out despite your lips being wrapped taut, barely fitting just half his length into your mouth though he tries to fuck past the resistance of your throat anyway. Your words die in your throat, replaced by a strangled whine; Mingi grabs your hand himself, impatient and wraps your fingers around his cock - putting you to use.

He’s wet from his precum already, soaked and sticky and veiny and it makes a slick noise when you start to move your fingers. It’s hard to concentrate on both but thankfully you don’t have to do much thinking; Yunho fucks himself into your mouth for you, skin salty with his own precum. Unable to do anything more than just be a ragdoll for them, you allow yourself to slump a little, mouth wrapped tight around one and hand around the other, hips just barely squirming where you’re sat. A noise leaves your throat when Yunho fucks into the resistance a few times, a deep groan leaving his own mouth.

“Tight fucking throat, hm? How tight is that cunt gonna be?”

Mingi groans, and his fingertips press at your cheeks, feeling the thickness of Yunho’s cock through your skin. He manages to move you over to him, and his shaft burns when it stretches your lips apart, thicker, wetter - you start to drool with tears biting at your eyes and he chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you.

“You like it mean, huh?” He doesn’t expect a response, voice gravelly as he starts to fuck your mouth. He’s sloppier than Yunho, a little more careless, and the strangled noise you make is embarrassing when he forces his cock all the way down. It hurts your throat but he presses your nose into the tuft of his pubes like he doesn’t really care, grinding his hips against your jaw, fingers pressing at your throat where he now bulges it instead.

When you manage to look up through a glassy gaze, you see them both together. Mingi captures Yunho’s lips with his own, one hand leaving you to cup the other man’s jaw, their tongues intertwining messily between spit-slick lips. They both groan, deep and from their chests like they’ve been waiting for this all night - your whine is louder though, nails scratching at their thighs because you’ve wanted to see it since you saw them together on the dancefloor. It forces saliva to bubble down your occupied lips, dripping over your chin and down to your throat, over Mingi’s rings.

If they’re amused by your reaction, they don’t separate for long enough to show it. Yunho tugs you to him again without even glancing your way, long fingers in your hair, and this time you’re able to get a momentum. Your mouth sinks down on him before he has time to force you there, your other hand coming to grasp Mingi’s slippery length, the saliva giving more than enough lubricant when you start to pump. 

Like this - not being yanked around - you’re able to focus, and you can’t help the noises that spill from your chest; your pussy is wet, drooling and dumb already, and they continue to make out above your head like it’s nothing that should affect you. Your gut burns, wrenching with need and want and something embarrassing because all you’ve done is suck their cocks and you’re this desperate, but it doesn’t stop you trying to get their attention.

Tongue digging into the underside of Yunho’s tip, you pool spit into your mouth and it bubbles over your lips messily, letting you sink back down on him with a wetter, tighter suction. He’s still too big to take too much comfortably but you force your mouth down, jaw be damned, hand occupied with another cock that you think you’re doing a decent rhythm with, and on the upwards stroke you press your tongue into his piss slit and suck hard.

It works. You hear the sharp inhale of breath, and he pulls away sharply from Mingi, lips parting in a louder noise just as the blue haired man moves to messily press open-mouthed kisses against his neck. He doesn’t stop him, one hand going to his head to hold him there.

“Dirty girl, knew you had it in you,” he murmurs, before his jaw goes slack in a groan, head rolling back where Mingi kisses him. Your hand has paused on the other man but if he’s annoyed, he doesn’t show it, shaft bobbing uselessly as he bites at the curvature of Yunho’s neck with his eyes on you, where you’re kneeling below them. “Bet she’s all gooey down there from sucking cock, too. Little hole clenching around nothing, slicking up her thighs, clit all swollen and hard.”

Mingi grunts, a primal noise. “Can’t wait to look. Taste it, too. I know it’s fuckin’ pretty, all soaked and tight and- ah, fuck this, I gotta-”

Two hands underneath your armpits, and you’re thrown chest first onto the comfortable bed by a very strong grip. You have enough space left in your brain for the moment to present yourself, pushing up onto your knees and letting your front lay flat to curve your spine - Mingi groans in appreciation, wasting no time before he’s pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties down to your knees. 

The cold air hits your cunt and you moan, trying to turn your head to the side to have a look at what he’s about to do to you before someone - you’re unsure who - pins it right back down, flat, suffocating. 

“Let me have a look,” Mingi coos, and two thumbs come to pull your sticky folds apart. You’re soaked, you can feel it - it’s smeared up to your asshole from how you’ve pooled in your panties, and though you hope he hasn’t noticed it, hasn’t gotten any ideas, a deeper part of you hopes he ignores your pussy and eats that hole instead. “She’s so fuckin’ messy. Fat little cunt too. When did you start leaking like a virgin, baby? When you were on your knees in front of our cocks, us stood above you like we fuckin’ own you?”

You can’t reply - again, you don’t think he wants you to. Is he even talking to you, or is he talking to her?

It was Yunho that pushed you down, you realise, because it’s the same second pair of hands that slide the straps of your dress down over your shoulders. Nudging the fabric down so that it all bunches at your waist, he scratches his fingernails over your spine on the way down, leaving you bare but feeling quite like something animalistic. 

“Mm, actually…” A nose nudges at your core and then a tongue, fat and steady, is sliding through your folds and humming when he tastes your arousal, smacking his lips messily like he’s eating a good meal. “You’ve been wet even longer, haven’t you? Since we danced in the bar. Oh, that’s something. How pent up are you, sweetheart?”

You whine. There’s no way he could know that, not really, and you know he’s just teasing you but he’s right - you were.

He continues, wet tongue moving to lick circles over your clit as he slurs. “Can’t blame you, ‘m desperate for this too.”

“Stop talking and eat.” Yunho sounds amused. “Poor thing looks like she’s gonna die if she doesn’t get something.”

At least it makes Mingi move, his lips smacking wet over your pussy before his tongue slides through the plush of your folds. The bridge of his nose is sharp when it bumps into your perineum, his tongue tracing your hole before it pushes inside and he savours your arousal from the inside with a deep, gravelly moan, something that ricochets through you and makes you finally beg.

“Yuyu,” You sound broken, too needy to think, and you feel it too - your head spins and you know you haven’t done well verbalising it but Yunho somehow knows what you need, sliding two long fingers past your lips for you to suck on. It doesn’t help, Mingi’s plush lips kissing down to your clit and making a home there, tongue darting underneath the hood to rub over you so intimately that you would never be able to stop the way you buck. Your hips fuck back onto his face but his strong forearm hooks around your tummy to keep you steady, your eyebrows furrowing in a subdued keen.

Yunho smiles, fucking his fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck earnestly like it’s a cock - can you even tell the difference right now? It’s like you can see the wonder on his face before he speaks, cock half hard against his thigh, “Do you need something inside, honey?”

Your resulting noise is loud, deep from your chest - you’d forgotten that was an option with the way his boyfriend’s lips are working over you, but before you can beg properly the man grunts, lips leaving you for a moment.

“I’m gettin’ her ready for you, babe. She can wait.”

“Mm.” Yunho raises an eyebrow, confused, although his fingers leave your lips and brush over the base of his tummy almost instantly. “You don’t wanna go first? You were desperate a second ago-”

“Are you kidding me?” Mingi grins, all teeth that nip into your thigh as an afterthought, making you squeak. He ignores you, continuing like you can’t hear him, “a pussy like this is even better when it’s been nutted in already. I love me some sloppy seconds.”

Before you can raise any kind of objection to being talked about like that, right over you while he’s between your legs, Mingi’s tongue dives back between your folds. He licks up your arousal and drools onto your heat, pushing further up, where his hands spread your cheeks and expose the smaller hole, the one that makes your face flush and gut wrench in embarrassment. 

“Bet you’d let us fuck this too,” he grumbles, and you nod, squirming in your place, as much as you can with the way his boyfriend’s pushing you down. “How fucking filthy. You just met us and you’d already let us fuck your asshole open. God, you’re amazing, might be fuckin’ made for us.”

Something bubbles in your gut, something so needy that you can’t help the garbled wail you let out. It’s incoherent at first, but Yunho lets your head move just enough to verbalise what you need to, “Want you both, anything, please, please, give me cock-”

“Give me cock,” Yunho giggles, shaking his head in disbelief. “What a bimbo. Fine, I’ll give you cock, honey. Mingi, lemme move her.”

Mingi obeys instantly, pulling away from your slick cunt and thighs, letting you be manhandled again by the taller man onto your side. You know this one, deep in your lust-muddled brain, and you let one leg slide forward to display your core as he slides behind you, chest to your back. He’s fully naked now - you’re not sure when this happened - and the palm he smooths your hair down with grounds you a little, other hand moving secure on your tummy.

“Y’want it?” He murmurs, and you see Mingi moving next to you, naked, muscled, distracting - your mouth waters. His eyes move down your body, over your flushed cheeks, teary eyes and down to your nipples, the curve of your tummy and the swell of your thighs; his hand moves to his cock, and you see his gaze move down Yunho, too, before he finally grips the base and starts to move up the vast length. Yunho’s fingers tighten in your hair a little, bringing your attention back to him. “Don’t get distracted, tiny. Talk to me. Do you want it?”

He moves his cock to the mess between your legs, pushing through arousal to get to your folds and at the resistance of your hole. The weight of it makes you gasp wetly, but he doesn’t let you squirm away when you try, only pulling you back into it. 

“S-So big, Yunho, I want it, please.”

“There you go, good little slut,” He coos, satisfied, and pushes just the first inch in. Your hole clenches tight from the stretch, almost pushing him back out and he groans, using his grip on your thigh to pull you back onto it. “Let me in, baby.”

“C-Can’t help it, ah-“

Something shifts in him then, and the next thrust of his cock is stronger, meaner, something that makes your walls give way to more of him, accompanied by a sharp bite to your neck. It hurts a little but it feels so good; your eyes roll back in your head with a keen, and Mingi huffs out a breath.

“Oh, little bitch is so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, one palm coming to push your leg upwards, against your side, trying to open you up further. It doesn’t help - he’s just far too big, your pussy tightening in protest despite how bad you fucking want it. “Do I have to split your hole open to get inside? Funny, ‘cause it’s fucking drooling around me like it can’t get enough.”

One of his hands comes to rest on your breast, idle but firm, and his thumb swipes over your nipple just to make you gasp. You try to fuck yourself downwards but he really is too big, cockhead already hitting your cervix and it knocks the wind out of you. Mingi’s hand tightens on an upwards stroke of his shaft and he smiles, amused, eyes flicking between you and his boyfriend.

“Let him in, sweetheart. He’ll make it hurt.”

You try your best; squirming and whining in Yunho’s hold you manage to slack your gummy walls enough for him to push more of his cock inside but it makes you squeal, too much all of a sudden, and his fingers move from your chest to your clit. His nails dig into it and you gasp, writhing away before his grip pulls your back to his chest again. 

“What the fuck is this for if I can’t fuck it? Useless little cunt otherwise, hm? Maybe I should just pull out, leave you-”

“No, nonono, please, Yunho,” You babble, moving around enough that it forces more of his length in. This time he seems to push past something that allows him to sink in balls deep, and it’s so far inside, pressing at your cervix and you think you might cum already.

Yunho huffs, placated now that you’ve let him in, yanking you backwards by your ass, letting the plumpness of it rock him into a bounce. It works, and he starts to fuck you steady, slow at first, letting you get used to it - his knuckles graze at your nipple before he pinches meanly, a breathless, chuckle of pleasure leaving him at your jolt.

“Fu-uck, ‘s so- need more, more, please-”

“More?” He asks, like he didn’t know, and you nod dumbly. You’re shocked by Mingi responding, not Yunho; walking on his knees towards you, his fingers come to your clit and roll it between his fingertips. It’s too much all of a sudden, and Yunho starts to speed up, his long, ridged shaft cutting into your gummy walls. Mingi’s ministrations make your pussy easier, more slack, and Yunho’s able to fuck quicker, cock not prohibited by how tight you’re squeezing around him. “That’s it. There you go, Min, cocksleeve’s gushing like a little whore now.”

“Mm, can feel it,” The man in question murmurs, eyes fixated on you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure, lips parting in a squeal when his thumb rubs over your bud firmly, and this time you feel it, the slick, sticky gush of your pussy with every thrust. It leaks over Mingi’s fingers and further down, to your thighs, Yunho’s balls and his own lithe legs. 

You feel dumb with it all, and you’re not even halfway through taking one. 

“Feels nice like that, doesn’t it?” Yunho sounds unaffected, and you whimper, nodding, “I can tell. Dirty cunt gushing like that, I’d swear you came already.”

Mingi leans down on the bed, distracting you momentarily before there’s something wet pressing at your clit. It’s his tongue, you realise, and you can’t control the hand that goes to that dark blue hair - he moans at the feeling of your fingers tightening, tugging, and you force his mouth closer, wet lips mouthing over your pussy until he hits Yunho’s cock. 

“Shit, that’s so-” you gasp, hips bucking, “oh, I- fuck, I’ll cum, please-”

Mingi’s tongue moves over you again, licking over the intrusion of his boyfriend inside of you. It doesn’t stop his movement, his cock still pistoning in and out while you’re forced to take, take, take, and when the shorter man’s lips purse and suck on your bud you writhe away, pleasure all-consuming.

Your orgasm hits you hard, beginning in the base of your tummy and making your thighs shake. One hand holds Mingi steady, and the other moves to Yunho’s side, anchoring you through it, but your pussy clenches dumbly in a rhythm that makes the man inside grunt and bite your neck sharply. Your own noises are abused, loud and too incriminating, but neither men make a move to quiet you.

“Ride it out, c’mon,” Yunho says, voice hoarse, and you find it in your static body to fuck yourself on both men while your legs lock and your toes curl. “Good girl. There you go, that’s it.”

It helps, quelling the strong climax into something steadier, nicer, and Mingi’s tongue flicks over your clit just enough for you to come down from it. 

The kiss the older man gives you is controlled, a little awkward from the angle but it tells you everything you need to know. You’re safe, you’re looked after and it’s exactly what you need after an orgasm that strong - his nose bumps your cheek when he kisses you deeper, giving you a few pecks as he pulls away; it makes you want more, but he’s already moving.

You realise too late that Yunho still hasn’t finished, and he pushes you onto your front, leg still slightly raised from the way he had you. His hips hit your ass as he bottoms out again, and you gasp - it’s so deep, so much that you want him to cum soon, hope he’ll cum soon and fill you up, and you remember you have another one to take after this. The realisation makes your pussy clench as he fucks inside and he lets out a stuttered breath against your shoulder, bumpy nose nudging at your jaw.

“You’re okay,” He soothes you, and you nod, whimper soft. “I’m gonna cum soon, baby. Gonna make you take it, ‘kay? Then Mingi’s gonna fuck it back into you.”

“Y-yeah,” you nod, and when Yunho starts to thrust again, punishing, Mingi seals your lips with his and swallows your noises. He kisses messy, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and he lets you suck on his tongue when you need something in your mouth again, not minding at all that your hands scramble at his broad shoulders for purchase.

You feel Yunho pull backwards, hands on the small of your back to hold you down, and it’s the sight of you and his boyfriend kissing that does him in. He gasps, letting out a shaky breath as he presses his hips tight to the plush of your ass, cockhead fucked so deep that it makes you try to squirm away again; Mingi keeps you still, giving you dirty, open-mouthed kisses and licking over your teeth.

Between your legs, you feel thoroughly used - when Yunho pulls out, cock softening a little, your pussy gushes fresh cum and as if it’s his queue, Mingi’s already moving over.

Yunho slaps your ass as he moves away from you, “Atta girl. She’s ready for you, Min.”

Fingers prod at your swollen hole, messy, creamy rivulets slicking down to Mingi’s rings as he spreads it open and inspects. If you had anything left in you, you’d feel embarrassed at the way he’s looking at you so intimately but well, he’s already done it once and you’re still horny. You shift back on the bed and chase his touch when he moves away, although you don’t have long to be disappointed because the feeling of a blunt cockhead against you makes you push your hips up, front going slack again.

“Look at that. Dumb slut knows how to present for a cock,” Mingi chuckles, although there’s no real bite to his words - his breath is shaky as he shuffles towards you, and seconds later there’s inches of fat cock spearing you open because he can’t wait himself at this point.

“O-oh,” You stutter, head raising and knocking back. You see Yunho, in front of you now, face so close to yours but it’s comforting rather than threatening. “Fuck, it’s-”

“Ssh, just feel it,” Yunho murmurs, stroking your cheek with one, big hand, and your eyes roll back into your head when he starts to thrust. His movements are deep and slow at first, letting you feel all of it, every vein and ridge and you swear you feel him leaking inside, too, when he pushes deep and pulls you flush against him like he isn’t fucking your pussy open in front of his boyfriend.

Mingi whines, sharp, “Tiny little pussy, so small, fuck-” his fingers hook around your shoulders, pulling you back onto him, “how are you still so fucking tight?” Your own hands scramble in the sheets until your fingers hook into them for leverage, and you writhe, moaning so viscerally that Yunho pets your hair to calm you down. Mingi’s thicker than him so despite taking the older man first, the stretch of your hole to accommodate him has your eyes watering, his hips stuttering into the creamy mess of a hole that his boyfriend left. “Can I- fuck, I can’t, I can’t, can’t play anymore-“

“Mingi,” Yunho warns, but it’s softened by the grin curling his lips, fond.

“Can’t, fuck, baby, I love your pussy,” Mingi babbles, and his hands move to your asscheeks, spreading them further, watching where his cock disappears into you. It’s slick when he starts to move, a creamy ring around the base of his cock, wet plaps echoing around the bedroom when his balls begin to hit your clit steadily. “Love- love it, love it everytime- I love you.”

Something dawns on you. You’re not playing anymore, not really, not the elaborate scene Yunho came up with late at night before you headed out to the bar you three met at - and your back bows towards the bed, curling away from your boyfriends, 

“Mmgh- I love you too,” You whimper, scrambling on the sheets for your third, your other boy. Fingers intertwine with yours immediately and he kisses your hairline, your nose, your lips; you cry out, head lolling against his. “Yunho- Yuyu, Yuyu, love you-“

“I love both of you, although you’re both fucking pathetic,” Yunho laughs, smoothing your hair. “Can’t even roleplay properly. Both of you cry like virgins as soon as I let him get inside of you.”

Mingi’s head drops to your shoulder, his weight pinning you down when he collapses atop of you. You’re separated from Yunho but you don’t mind at all when he starts to drill you properly - this is his favourite position, after all, it didn’t matter if it was you or Yunho underneath him. 

His hips don’t stop moving, pistoning into your cunt where you’re flat on the bed, his lips parting in a deep groan, “Pussy’s too good to think. Sorry, Yunho, p-promise it was hot.”

He’s not sorry at all, you all know that. Yunho scoffs. “I know it was. You two acting like sluts on that fuckin’ dancefloor, just like you were all those years ago. Hard, leaking, wet in your pants looking at me. I could see how horny you were.”

“Mmhm,” Mingi nods, delirious. You’re not able to respond, chest clenching in pathetic wails every time he pushes deep, fucking the noises out of you, and his hand moves to your back, soothing over your spine until he slaps your ass hard just for the sake of it. “G-Good little toy, that’s right, don’t have to speak, just take it. Good girl.”

He’s babbling again, nonsensical, praises and degradation into one - he’s always the same, and it always makes you gush easy for him. Yunho slides your hair out of your face, exposing flushed cheeks and spit slick lips, your eyes crossed with pleasure. The sight of you makes them both groan, and the older man plants a gentle slap on your cheek, gripping your jaw when you gasp.

“Fucked dumb,” He muses. “How pretty. Why don’t you cry a little for him, hm? You know he loves that.”

“It’s so much,” you manage, and he nods, cooing at you. It’s that which finally breaks you, and your chest bubbles with a sob, ripped harshly from you. “‘S so much, I can’t- can’t take it, daddy, please!”

They laugh at you again, you hear them, though Mingi’s is a lot more in awe than the other man’s. 

“Who’s your daddy, baby?” Yunho’s asking you, and it’s something he asks you often but it feels like you’re trying to move across clouds to respond to him. Everything’s so soft, comforting but your pussy continues to get rammed, overwhelmed, and you squeal, legs knocking together when you feel his thrusts start to get harsher but staggered. 

“B-both of you.” You slur. “Both- daddy, fill me up too-”

It ignites something in Mingi - he pulls out, gripping himself at the creamy base and flipping you over by your waist again. You’re on your back now, able to see them both, your boys; Yunho has that cheeky glint in his eyes that you love, looming over you with a half-hard cock and tousled, boyish hair - if you didn’t know him, you would trust him. 

Mingi distracts you, crowding into your space with furrowed eyebrows, thick thighs knocking your legs apart again before he sinks back inside. Yunho laughs at his impatience, hand smoothing over the younger man’s back as he starts to fuck you again and you know he’s really gonna cum now, moving so fast and hard that you both get knocked up the mattress a little.

You keen, “Fucking- oh, oh, that’s-“

“Language,” Yunho’s hand moves and pinches your thigh, and you wince, legs locking around Mingi. He pins you back down and then moves his focus to your clit, rolling it between his fingers; it’s so wet that it feels too good too quickly. “Gonna cum, aren’t you, baby?”

Your eyes roll back into your head when his fingers move over you instead, firmer, rubbing circles that make you heave, trying to catch your breath. Unable to answer him again, he hums, displeased.

That’s right, you almost forgot. He lets you get away with some things earlier but you don’t act like that around him, not really, only when you’re pretending like you don’t know them. Now, you know them, and there are rules - that also means you beg to cum, and you thank whatever higher powers there be because you remember before you fall off the edge.

“Please,” You struggle, nails scratching at both of them again, their arms this time, “please, please let me cum. Daddy, daddy, please-“

Mingi growls, fixated, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, you better cum with me, tiny.”

“There you go, honey. Your daddy said you can,” Yunho says, almost too sweet for you to believe but no, they did say that, and you’re squealing from it before they can take it back. 

You gush again, fluttering and writhing where you lay and halfway through it, Mingi nudges the dark haired man’s head to press his cheek against yours at an angle and kisses you both. 

Barely knowing what to do in your haze, they hold you still, tongues both messily sliding over yours, over each other - the man inside of you whimpers, thrusting harshly one last time, gasping against your mouths before he fills you with a fresh wave of cum. His cock throbs with it, pumping into you and when he can’t take it anymore he collapses, head on your chest, full weight a little overwhelming. 

Yunho kisses you a few times, fingertips moving to rub soft circles into your shoulders, your upper arms, before moving across your boyfriend’s scalp, massaging him too. He moans gratefully, exhausted, and you feel the same - your limbs are stiff and you groan when Mingi finally rolls off, slumping next to you in the wet sheets.

“I’ll just be cleaning you up, honey.” Yunho’s voice is gentler, and you hum, a smile creeping on your face - there he is, always in control. Mingi mumbles something that you don’t quite catch, arm hooking around your tummy, but your boyfriend hears him, chuckling, “That was referring to you, too.”

You want to laugh. “Don’t tell me he was trying to move.”

Yunho shifts closer, wet towel suddenly soft against your skin, and when you finally open your eyes he’s there, still naked, cock soft against his thigh and you wonder if he came again, sometime during it all. “Like I said, both of you fuck like virgins. Dead afterwards. Perished, even.”

You can’t argue. You’re not planning on moving any time soon; although the sheets are ruined, you’re exhausted after all that. The boys’ roleplay ideas are always crazy but well, there’s some that get a bit out of hand, like recreating the night you all met.

For the second time, Mingi grumbles nonsensically next to you. Yunho kisses the mole on the younger man’s cheek before kissing your hairline again. 

“Speaking of perished,” He murmurs, eyes shifting down to you playfully, putting on a dramatic voice, “I still think the next scene should be me, as Spider-Man, saving you and Min from possible perish-“

“Enough,” You grumble, kicking him softly with your foot. “Go to sleep.”

His laugh is so loud it makes Mingi kick him too, half-asleep, but then he really does settle, towel discarded on the floor. As if he was waiting for his presence to drop off properly, the younger man squirms closer on the mattress and reaches over you to tug Yunho in, pulling you into a pile, legs intertwined and a little sticky. It’s soothing though, naked and cuddling with your men, and Mingi starts to snore almost instantly.

The man plastered to your back sighs, though you know he’s not really bothered. “Sleep? With that?”

You huff, “Then just talk to me, duh.”

“Duh. You can actually just watch me play video games, if you want. Remember, my new monitor came yesterday, it’s curved and sexy and it’ll show you everything in-“

You fall asleep before he’s anywhere near finished.

[biellescouts]

cookie smart

park jisung x f!reader

a/n; get you a man who cums from eating pussy 😻

cw: cursing, reader is evidently more experienced than him, reader has a coochie, smut — eating puh, jisung is a munch, he’s kinda subby!ji again

summary: jisung finally plucked up the courage to ask you out

<- previous part

knock, knock, double knock.

this was the unmistakable indication that you had arrived at park jisung’s front door. there was no one else who knocked like you and in the same way he liked knowing who was there before answering, he was also startled knowing it was you. nevertheless, he immediately opened up.

“hey, ji!” you held up a white plastic bag being weighed down by two boxes — a big one with a slightly smaller one balanced on top of it, “i brought the food.”

jisung’s eyes crinkled with a beaming smile, “hi.”

truthfully, there was more to jisung’s startled feelings when he identified your knock. after that very eventful movie night the two of you had about a week ago, jisung had discovered something about himself.

not only was he into you now, but he had been for a lot longer than he had originally thought. and so, he somehow managed to nervously ramble his way into asking you out. and miraculously (to him) you agreed.

so now here you were; angelic face smiling up at him and holding up a bag of chicken and fries. what more could a man posssibly need?

having your first date at jisung’s apartment was majorly your idea. after your last encounter, jisung had become… hyper-aware of his surroundings. yeah.

you had said something about jisung being ‘jumpy af’? so you wanted to keep him in his ‘natural habitat’ to calm him down. or something.

you set the bag of food down on his kitchen counter and took out the two boxes before reaching into his cabinets to get plates.

“isn’t crazy that i know where everything is on the first date? i kinda feel like a stalker.” you mused.

jisung was leant up against the wall opposite you, head completely in the clouds while he watched you, “mm.”

“‘mm’? are you calling me a stalker, ji?”

he jolted up off the wall, “what no! when did i say that?” his eyes widened at you. yeah, jumpy as hell.

“oh my god,” you laughed at him, “how are you still nervous when you asked me out? you’re ridiculous.”

jisung scratched the back of his neck. “i’m just a nervous person, i guess.”

“pfft, yeah, until you’re not.”

jisung covered his face in partial embarrassment, partial shock. you got his ass.

quietly, like you had said nothing at all, you started to shake half of the large portion of fries onto each plate and started sharing out the chicken. giving jisung a little more because you kinda have a crush on himmm omg.

“well, you need to loosen up… wanna watch a movie while we eat?”

“i don’t know… which one?”

“wanna watch superbad?”

“no.” jisung answered way too quickly making you burst out into laughter as your hand flew to his shoulder.

“you’re so cute. let’s eat.”

⋆

you should have never let ji pick what to watch. you had found yourselves watching some pure bullshit that he found on youtube. a timelapse of some guy building a lego set. way to make the first date romantic.

“do you let all your girls watch legos or am i special?” smoothly, you raised one of your legs onto jisung’s on the couch, popping the last of your fries into your mouth.

“actually,” jisung pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. holy shit. “you’re the first.”

“i’m honoured, ji.” you rolled your eyes, raising your other leg so that they were both resting over jisung’s and you were facing him sideways on while his eyes were glued to the screen, “honoured.”

he only hummed in response, absentmindedly holding onto one of your thighs while he stared onwards.

and then you got an idea.

suddenly, you removed your legs from over jisung’s, eliciting a barely audible whine from him. you put your lips close to his right ear. “i don’t wanna watch this anymore, ji.”

“what, do you wanna watch a different buil— ouh.”

you started to kiss at the area just below his ear and his brain melted into mush. you whispered “i wanna do something else.”

“w— uh, what do you wanna do?”

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, cradled his face and brought his lips to yours, “you haven’t guessed by now?”

the peaks of jisung’s cheeks were flushed pink, “i have an idea but i-it’d be nice to hear from you. i like to hear you.”

“i think i wanna teach you something new.”

“yeah? yeah, yeah, ok.” heat prickled at the back of his neck.

“you’ve never gone down on someone before..? right?”

jisung blinked at you before laughing right in your face. you couldn’t be serious.

“okay, damn. well, it’s pretty similar to making out and you kiss like you’re eating pussy anyway so. this should be easy.”

jisung’s eyes widened at your comment but nevertheless, he slid down from the couch onto his knees in front of you, bracing his hands on either sides of your thighs.

you took a deep breath. “so, a lot of girls like it when you tease a little before, uhm, before you start.” — were you nervous now?

jisung furrowed his brows at you, “what like making fun of you..?”

you laughed at him, “no, stupid. like foreplay.”

“oh.. oh! yeah i knew that. you should have just— wait what should i do, then?”

you stroked his hair from above, “try eating it over the panties.”

jisung started to push your skirt up your thighs before pausing, “is this a prank?”

“nope.”

he leaned forward, pressing a shy kiss on your pussy through your cotton underpants. jisung looked up at you to gage your reaction before going in to push a slightly more open mouthed kiss over your panties. the sigh that you let out from this made the tips of his ears burn a deep pink.

“does that feel nice?” ji looked up at you with his big brown eyes and you nodded down at him.

“please keep going.”

experimentally, jisung licked a stripe down the middle of the fabric, making you moan and he moaned right back in response. “can please i take the panties off? i wanna eat you out properly..”

with your permission, jisung pulled your panties down over your legs at a painfully slow pace. he reached his arms under your thighs to provide himself a better angle and started to press soft kisses on your inner thighs while you squirmed above him.

jisung ate you out like a man starved, sucking and licking at your clit as you tugged at his hair. he moaned and whined into your pussy — almost as if he was feeling more pleasure than you.

“can i.. finger you? at the same time?” jisung furrowed his brows up at you, pleadingly. his chest was heaving and his eyes were glassy— how could you say no?

“sure, baby.”

jisung slowly pushed his middle finger into your cunt, making you cry out in pleasure as he grazed your g-spot. the squeeze of your pussy around his finger made blood rush to his dick.

“ji, can you curl that finger upwards for me?”

“like this?” jisung curled his middle finger upwards against your walls and you swear your vision blurred for a sec.

“fuck, just like that, baby.”

the slow movement of jisung’s finger in and out of you combined with his soft, sloppy kisses on your clit drove your eyes into the back of your head. and the fact that jisung was whimpering under you was bringing you close to the edge.

“ji, i think i’m gonna cum.”

“please, please, cum. please cum on my face, y/n, i need it.”

yeah, that was it for you. the sound of jisung’s muffled begging as he sped up his movements led to your orgasm crashing over you in a silent wave of white hot pleasure.

jisung was left panting with his head leant against your thigh.

“you’re so good, jisung. what the fuck.”

“you came, right?” jisung pouted and you just chuckled.

“uh, yeah.”

“fuck. yeah, me too.”

“what..?”

a/n; these lessons getting too far now chi

[mingiswow]

Tease

Pairing: skz!ot8 (maknae line) x fem!reader (separated)

Summary: it’s not hard to be needy and horny when your boyfriend is away, especially if you’re thinking about him

Genre: smau, suggestive, smutty (MDNI)

SSC: 8

a/n: time and date don’t matter

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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[matzofficial]

💭 — ANITEEZ ADVENTURES!

pairing. bf!ateez x reader cw. none notes. i'm so ateezpilled rn so pls enjoy this humble offering. still getting back into the groove of posting so bear with me <3 we will slowly but surely get back into zone!! credit to the og posters of these adorable babies btw! reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[blossominghunnie]

𝐗𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬’ 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫/𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐜 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞

Pairing: Xikers’ hyung line x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, established relationship, one shot smau, mentions of Seongil of 82major, Jaehyun of bnd, Wooyoung of Ateez, Han of skz

Warning: None

Notes: My first smau! I’ve always wanted to do a reaction smau. 🥹 I had so much fun writing this, will definitely make more in the future. :)

Minjae

Junmin

Sumin

Jinsik

Hyunwoo

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[catboyieejeno]

𐙚🧸ྀི random texts w boyfriend!theo ᯓ★

content: bf!theo x gn!reader warnings: no pronouns but implied that reader may wear a bra? a tiny bit suggestive for one text, theo being sassy, banter

note: the hiatus is over & i'm sooo back :p i'll be posting mostly for piwon for a little while since i just met them & all my brain can do is think about them !!

[belovedhoon]

You send P1 an nsfw meme- P1HARMONY

Fandom: P1harmony Paring: ot6 Contains: nsfw meme, sugg convos, cursing, daddy kink (MDNI) Description: text smau where y/n sends a dirty meme to p1 (;

Keeho-

Theo-

Jiung-

Intak-

Soul-

Jongseob-

[xoxiaojun]

MISMATCH ﹐ piwon

🎱 ﹐ telling p1harmony members you found them on tinder — 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ʚɞ 𝗑 𝑔𝑛!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ﹐ ⓘ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌..? 𝗂’𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌

izas note Ი𐑼 — i actually messed this up so let me know if you want me to redo the request 😭😭 btw intaks korean text says im gonna kms lol ,, in honor of the p1harmony comeback!

TAGLIST p1harmony/master @cosmicalily @stvrhven @fdzvie @fizzandsage13 @keysfg @honghwaluvr @siracoreee @dina-10s-blog @nikiasaurus @kookiesnkim @wonnzii click here to be added/removed

[lingerina]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘𝟐𝟑. 👻🎃

an attempt at kinktober. 700-1.2k words at most. little tidbits of smutty spooky goodness. ‘twas nice while it lasted lol. i’ll try to work on a couple more days of this but this will ultimately be incomplete.

PROMPTS

DAY 1 hate sex — g!p giselle x fem!reader DAY 2 praise — catwoman!yeji x fem!reader DAY 3 degradation — vampire!taeyeon x fem!reader DAY 4 toys/strap — succubus!winter x fem!reader DAY 5 overstimulation — irene x fem!reader DAY 6 aphrodisiac — g!p fallen angel!ningning x fem!reader DAY 7 (semi) public — irene x g!p reader DAY 8 voyeurism — g!p ahn yujin x fem!reader DAY 9 mommy/daddy — yeji x fem!reader DAY 10 lingerie — yeji x fem!reader DAY 11 phone sex — yeri x fem!reader DAY 12 dacryphilia — succubus!tzuyu x g!p reader DAY 13 cockwarming — irene x g!p reader DAY 14 somnophilia — g!p yunjin x taeyeon DAY 15 choking — winter x fem!reader DAY 16 free use — giselle x g!p reader DAY 17 gloryhole — g!p jennie x fem!reader DAY 18 double penetration — g!p ahn yujin x fem!reader x g!p wonyoung DAY 19 shibari — g!p demon!momo x fem!reader DAY 20 size kink — chaeyoung x fem!reader DAY 21 orgasm denial — sana x fem!reader DAY 22 shower sex — ryujin x yeji DAY 23 facesitting — karina x fem!reader DAY 24 thigh riding — kwon eunbi x fem!reader DAY 25 stuck — g!p momo x fem!reader DAY 26 mirror sex — g!p yunjin x kazuha DAY 27 iceplay — g!p karina x fem!reader x g!p winter DAY 28 spanking — nayeon x g!p reader DAY 29 corruption — miyeon x g!p reader DAY 30 car sex — g!p bibi x fem!reader DAY 31 👻 — ???

[xdjville]

(nsfw)

i saw that vid of keeho (thank u archie) and it gave me ideas and now i need to get it out of my system

keeho the type of eater to eat with his mouth open and using mostly just the tongue, to use lots of sharp, teasing flicks with the tip of it right against your clit, to hold eye contact

theo the type of eater to use both his fingers and his tongue, most times either fingering you or tongue-fucking, to suck on your clit a lot to see you squirm

jiung the type of eater to take his time, to not touch your clit directly in the beginning to drag it out, to lick with the flat of his tongue and make out with your pussy

intak the type of eater to bury his face between your legs, to use both his mouth and tongue, be very eager and fast, to love making you squirt

soul the type of eater to switch between techniques a lot, gentle flicking to sucking, to spread your lips with his fingers, to talk during eating, to press his tongue flat against your pussy and shake his head

jongseob the type of eater to tease a lot, to eat you out through your underwear first, to scissor his fingers inside you, to use mostly the tip of his tongue

[jiuchip]

ᯓ PRETTY BOY GIRL || jongseob (18+)

℘ — fwb!jongseob (종섭) x reader    ▸   ⌜ 2.1k ⌟

synopsis ▸ you knew you had to do something about it when you saw him in long hair and that collar. that something just happened to be getting him under you, crying for you to call him your pretty girl.

δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, riding, sub!jongseob, collars, hair pulling, feminization (reader calls him good girl, pretty girl), dacryphilia, overstimulation

requested ▸ anon ᯓ an — girlseob. that's it, that's the tweet.

MASTERLIST

Whatever you were expecting Jongseob to be wearing for the stage tonight was most definitely not this—all black that accentuated his enticing frame, hair long past his shoulders, and in a fucking collar of all things. 

You sit there on the waiting room couch, trying to pick your jaw up as you watch him shuffle over to the couch on the other side of the room and pull out his phone. 

You figure you can spend the rest of your time bumming around on the couch while you wait to go on stage with your group, or you can go over and busy yourself with him for the time being. The choice is obvious.

He doesn’t look up from his phone as you take a seat beside him, not until you clear your throat pointedly.

When he looks up, he has to double back.

“Woah,” he says, lips twitching up into a shy grin as he fumbles to shove his phone into his pocket. “You look nice.”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a crooked grin of your own. “Me? Are you looking at yourself?” 

You reach over to take a long lock of his hair, twirling the ends around your fingers. 

Immediately, he averts his eyes with a sheepish laugh. He’s always shy around you, but not usually this skittish. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You scoff, your eyes locking onto the black leather wrapped neatly around his neck and the large metal ring attached to the front. “You look so pretty, Seobie,” you tease, tugging the strand of hair between your fingers.

You meant for it to provoke him, get under his skin a little. But the way he flushes at his ears and neck, surely under his makeup too, and starts averting your gaze instead of swatting you away like usual tells you everything you need to know.

“Getting shy on me now?” You ask, your grin pulling wider as you card your fingers through the tresses and close your fist around them.

You hear his breath hitch as he tries to laugh it off, weakly elbowing at you. “Quit that,” he says without any real bite. He still doesn’t look at you, hunching in on himself a little. “The stylist is going to be mad that you messed it up.”

You pout but oblige, untangling yourself from the soft strands. “Alright, alright,” you huff. When your eyes fall back to the collar, you feel the urge to reach over and pull. But you can’t go that far, not with people around at least. “Hey, Seob.”

He glances at you, still not able to keep your eye for more than a second before his gaze quickly skits away. “Yeah?”

“Keep the hair and the collar when you come by the hotel tonight.”

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You half expect him to not show up with them, but when you open your hotel room door to see him standing there in the exact same outfit from tonight’s stage, you nearly combust on the spot in pure excitement.

“Hey,” he greets with a sweet smile.

Nothing about what you’re thinking right now is sweet.

Before he can get another word out, you reach out, hook your fingers into the ring of his collar, and pull him inside.

He gives under your pull with a gasp, grunting sharply when as soon as your door is shut, you push him right up against it.

He stares at you with wide eyes, the smoky makeup around them only making you want to mess it all up. With his tears.

“Been thinking about this all night, Jongseob,” you breathe, letting your eyes drink him up. “Nearly messed up my choreo because I couldn’t stop thinking about having you like this.”

He swallows, the movement shifting his collar and you tug at it, just to watch his body jerk under the pull. The little noise he lets out, soft and strained, goes right to your head. 

“I-I couldn’t tell,” he stammers, squirming against the door as you close in on him. “You were perfect.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, tilting your head as your eyes land on his quivering lips. “So are you.”

With your grip on the collar, you yank him forward to crash your lips over his in a deep, hungry kiss.

He groans into the kiss, practically melting into it as your free hand cards into his hair. His hands find your hips clumsily, clawing at you to find something to hold onto as you practically devour him.

“Looked so fucking pretty up there,” you mumble messily into the kiss. “I swear I was gonna lose my mind. Wanted to jump you, fuck the performance. Let ‘em all know who this belongs to.” To drive in your point, you dig your teeth into his lip, hard.

He whimpers at the sharp pain, and when you fist your hand into his hair and pull, it hitches out into a loud whine.

The sound makes you feel manic with power. You pull his head back upright with the collar and he gasps, giving you the perfect opportunity to tongue your way into his mouth and swallow up the little noises he lets out.

He’s putty under your hands, pliant as he lets you kiss the senses out of him and tug off his leather jacket.

The move to the bed is a frantic, stumbled journey, but as soon as you have him on it, you lay him out on his back and straddle his lap. Poor thing looks so dazed and needy already, blinking up at you with those wide, bleary eyes, and his long hair fanned out all pretty under him.

You slide your hands slowly up his black tank top before digging your nails into his soft skin just to see him wince.

“I think I like you just like this, Seobie,” you coo and he lets out a soft noise in response, turning his head away.

Immediately, you grab the ring of his collar and pull, forcing his gaze back up to you. “None of that,” you scold and he lets out a shaky breath, digging his teeth into his lower lip as he tries to keep his body still under you.

You grind your hips down on him, taking in a sharp breath when you feel just how hard he is under you.

He squirms under the pressure and you laugh, short and satisfied. “You like being treated like this?” You hum, rocking against him slowly. “Like a pretty little doll?”

His eyes start to glass over as his lips part to let out short, sharp breaths at the steady stream of pleasure from you grinding down on him. 

When he doesn’t respond, you give a sharp tug on his collar that has him scrambling to answer. “Yes! Y-yes—mm—like it… Like being yours…”

You take a breath to keep yourself composed. Instead of fucking him right then and there, you tug at the hem of his tank top. “Off,” you demand, and he gets right to work, lifting up enough to pull the top off before tossing it aside.

You don’t let him go back down, grabbing his hook again to pull him up into another searing kiss. It’s short, one to simply reestablish your claim over him before you push him back down again.

“Good girl, Seobie,” you coo, and the furious flush that climbs down to his chest, the way he squeezes his eyes shut, and his body starts to squirm under you has you preening in pure glee. “Yeah, baby?” You ask, lifting yourself up before you start to work off his jeans. “You like being my good girl?”

He doesn’t answer while you tug down his jeans and his underwear, letting his leaking cock spring free. He just breathes, deep and heavy to settle his racing heart, and digs his fists into the white sheets. 

“Answer me, baby,” you urge, just sharp enough to have his eyes snap open, as you pull off your own shorts and panties before you sit yourself down on top of his cock. 

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, whimpering at the wet slide of your cunt over his pulsing length. 

“Yes what?” You hum, letting the tip catch against your entrance. You almost feel bad when he starts to tremble all over. 

“Yes…” He hesitates, then bristles when your fingers hook around his collar again. “Yes, I like being your—your good girl.”

You grin at him, sharp and satisfied, before you start to sink yourself down on his cock, so agonizingly slow that his eyes roll, his head tilts back, and his mouth falls open in a silent moan. 

You sigh at the stretch of him, at finally feeling full enough to sate your itch for him.

Normally, you’d drag this out. Tease him until he’s left in tears and begging. But you’re not feeling very patient and he already looks close to crying. 

So you hold down on his collar, brace your free hand on his chest, and start fucking yourself down on him with intent. 

The effect is immediate—he writhes and moans under your relentless pace, gasping your name as his eyes blink through tears up at you. 

You know he won’t last long like this. That doesn’t mean you’re ready to let him go so quickly though. 

“Close already?” You ask him through your own quick breaths, your grip tightening around the collar ring. 

He whimpers as he nods, pure pleasure etched into his features as he pants for you. “Close… ngh—not gonna last long… ‘m sorry.”

Your heart melts at how genuinely apologetic he seems at the mere prospect of letting you down. But how could he ever let you down when he’s giving up so sweetly for you?

You shush him, leaning down and pulling him up to meet him halfway in a sloppy, stuttered kiss as your body still rocks down on him. 

“It’s okay, pretty,” you breathe as you lay him back down with a push against his chest, readjusting yourself, before fucking back down in that same unforgiving pace. You moan, fingers digging into his chest when his cock starts to hit you just right every time you sink down on him. “Mm—You can come for me, but I’m not—fuck—I’m not stopping. Understand?”

He nods even past his struggle to keep his mind clear enough to understand your words. 

“Good girl,” you coo, then giggle at the sob he lets out, the tears finally sliding down his flushed cheeks leaving tracks of black eye makeup on their way. “Fuck, such a pretty girl for me, Seobie. Come on,” you urge, giving his collar a tug when his body starts tensing, when his cock starts pulsating rapidly inside you. “Cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for him to break. His body bows up off the bed as he lets out a strangled cry of your name, hips bucking frantically as he shoots rope after rope of hot release into you, steady tears streaming down his face and painting black over red. 

But even after he crumbles back down, sniffling and writhing frantically under you as you drive him into overstimulation, you don’t stop. 

Not even when he’s heaving his sobs, or even when his body’s a trembling mess, or even when he’s shooting blanks into you. 

No, you don’t stop. And he just lets you use him—as long as you keep praising him for being so good for you, keep telling him he’s taking everything you’re giving him so well, keep calling him your pretty girl. As long as you keep your hand on his collar and the other in his hair, and give yourself to him in every way he’s giving himself to you. 

He can’t get enough of it, it seems, being your pretty girl. 

Even when you’ve got him curled into your chest as he comes down to his body, shaking like a leaf and sniffling in your arms. 

He looks up at you with those big eyes, dark makeup smudged artfully enough that makes you want to take a picture, as he asks you so shyly, “Am I really pretty?” 

You smile fondly as you smooth your hand through his hair, slow and gentle, before twirling the ends around your fingers. 

“You’re so pretty, Seobie,” you whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as your other hand traces the edge of the collar still around his neck, light and reverent. “My pretty girl.”

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ꪆৎ LESSONS FOR A GOOD GIRL || keeho & jiung (18+)

℘ — keeho (기호) x reader x jiung (지웅)    ▸   ⌜ 3.3k ⌟

synopsis ▸ keeho and jiung teach you how to put your lack of a gag reflex to use 

δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, face-fucking, head pushing, sorta meandom!keeho, sorta softdom!jiung, platonically fucking ur friends

ᯓ an — a belated birthday gift for my wife featuring her bias and bias wrecker <3 (no this isn't just a poorly disguised excuse to just write more keeung absolutely not) (do i have a thing for keeho teaching people stuff? maybe)

MASTERLIST

“I don’t have a gag reflex.”

The shuffling beside you stops. 

You look up to your right, hand digging into your bowl of popcorn, to see Jiung and Keeho frozen where they sit on the couch beside you, staring at you with wide eyes and slack jaws. 

“You don’t?” Keeho asks as he sits up from where he was laid on Jiung's shoulder. “Like at all?”

Jiung continues to stare at you, his own fist full of popcorn hanging awkwardly in the air. 

“Nope,” you answer, turning back to the TV screen that shows a crude scene of a girl struggling to take her boyfriend down her throat. You scrunch your nose. Since when did movies get so vulgar? “Can we skip this scene?”

Jiung complies, reaching for the remote with his clean hand to skip forward. 

“Wait wait wait,” Keeho interjects and your gaze drifts back to where he’s now leaning towards you. “We can’t just brush past that. You don’t have a gag reflex.”

You raise your brows and shrug at him. “So?”

He glances back to the screen then looks at you with both his brows raised. “So… Do you put it to use?”

Jiung swats at him harshly. “Keeho! You can’t just ask that!”

Keeho yelps then turns to glare at him as he rubs his sore bicep. “I’m just curious.”

You consider his question, feeling your cheeks heat a little as you think whether to answer. You’ve known these guys for half your life so it’s not really that big of a deal.

“No, actually,” you answer with a shrug. “I’ve never. I don’t think I know how.”

You turn back to the screen, leaving them agape once more. But they don’t pry anymore and the focus shifts back to the movie. Not entirely though, apparently, because then Keeho pipes up again. 

“Wanna learn?”

There’s another sharp smack that resonates followed by an ‘Ow!’ from Keeho.

Your brain short circuits as the two of them start shoving and whisper-yelling at each other as if you couldn’t hear them. You don’t, because you’re too caught up in the idea of learning. From them.

You glance back at them, swallowing. You can’t lie and say that you haven’t thought about doing worse with either of them. It’s not your fault your friends are hot as hell. And you’ve always been a little curious about aspects of sex other than simple penetration. Your last and only boyfriend wasn’t much help, he was just as inexperienced as you.

“Sure,” you concede, and they both freeze mid nearly choking each other out. 

They whip to stare at you with wide eyes again. Keeho quickly breaks into a grin, shoving Jiung off of him and turning to him with his self satisfied smirk.

“See, told you it was worth a shot,” he says, then looks back at you. “You’re in good hands. Come here.”

You place your bowl onto the coffee table, sitting up on the couch as a low thrum of anticipation shivers through your body. “Right now?”

Keeho shrugs, beckoning you over with two fingers. “Got a better time?”

Not really. So you shrug, rising to your feet and making your way over to him. 

You move to fall onto the space in front of Keeho’s legs but his hands come out to handle you onto the spot in front of Jiung’s. 

You stumble a little, catching yourself on your knees as you look up at Keeho with a puzzled look. Jiung looks at him equally confused. 

“You’ll probably handle him better first,” Keeho states with a cocky grin. “You can work your way up to me.”

Jiung makes a choked sound at that and you look up at him to see him glaring at Keeho with some sort of silent message in his eyes that Keeho only shrugs at. 

You couldn’t care less about who it is. And by the looks of it, they both seem interested if their bodily responses were anything to go by. 

Jiung sighs before he turns to look down at you. There’s a faint blush on his cheekbones. “Fine by me if it is with you,” he says, sounding already a little affected. 

Your eyes fall to the steadily growing bulge that forms on his lap and suddenly you start to wonder why the desire to have someone in your mouth hasn’t hit you until just now. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, a little too hastily, and Keeho chuckles from above you. 

“So you’ve never done this?” Keeho asks, scooting a little to sit closer to you both. 

“Well I know the basics of it,” you mutter, a little timid at your lack of experience. “Just never put it to practice.”

“Hm. What about handjobs?”

“Nope.”

“Wow. So you just… get right into it?”

You roll your eyes, looking away from the disbelief in his gaze. “I’ve only ever been with one guy and he wasn’t the most experienced either.”

“Aw,” Keeho pouts. “Poor thing. Don’t worry, we’ll get you up to speed.”

Jiung shuffles in his seat, seeming to get a bit impatient. “Keeho,” he mutters, sliding down a little on the couch and leaning back, settling himself down. 

Keeho chuckles, looking down at you with an amused grin. “If you couldn’t tell he’s an impatient one.”

You bite down on your lip, eyeing the bulge that strains against Jiung’s grey sweats. “No kidding.”

“Alright, use your hand first,” Keeho says, reaching over to take your wrist where it idly lies on Jiung’s knee before bringing your hand over his steadily growing erection. “You’re gonna get him a little harder than that.”

You feel your cheeks heat at his words, at how casual he seems to be about this. But you comply, pressing your palm against Jiung’s boner and gently kneading down. 

Jiung lets out a shaky breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow. You press down again and it gets a soft whine out of him this time. You feel him twitch under your touch, growing a little firmer with each shift of your hand. Jiung keeps his head back, eyes locked onto the ceiling. 

Keeho’s eyes are on you, watching your every move. “Good,” he mumbles. “Pull down his sweats. Just his sweats.”

It takes some effort to move your hand off the enticing heat of him to shift up Jiung’s black tee, exposing a sliver of his inked skin and the trail of hair leading down to grasp at the waistband of his sweats. 

He wordlessly lifts his hips to give you the space to tug them down to his thighs, leaving him straining against his black briefs. You can feel his eyes on you now, peering at you down his nose as you press your hand over him again, grasping him. The thin fabric makes the heat feel all the more searing. 

Keeho reaches over to brush your hair behind your shoulder, telling you with a gentle command to, “Use your mouth.”

You do it under his careful instruction, gliding your tongue from the base of the outline of Jiung’s cock all the way to the top, humming softly at the salty taste that gathers at the fabric over his leaking tip. 

“Good, just like that,” Keeho murmurs as Jiung lets out a low, soft groan. “Wrap your mouth around the tip—yeah, good.” 

Jiung lets out a whimper when he feels you suckling at his clothed tip, his hand coming up to rest at the crown of your head, not pushing, just holding. “Feels good,” he breathes. “Y’r doing good. Just keep going, love.”

A moan gets caught in your throat at his words, at his deep voice as you start to lap over him with a new vigour that has his shaky fingers tightening in your hair. 

Your fingers dig into the fabric of his sweats gathered at his thighs. You’d be eager to just keep going like this if it meant getting those quiet little sounds to fall from Jiung’s lips. He’s already solid hard under your tongue, twitching every once in a while, so you imagine you could get him to cum just like this. 

But Keeho cuts in. “Take him out,” he says, sounding far too affected than he probably should at just the sight of his best friends like this. 

You pull back quickly, your hands moving to grab the hem of his boxers. You glance up at Jiung to see his expression already blissed out, looking down and watching you with a daze in his eyes. 

He lifts his hips a little and you pull them down just enough to expose him, gasping softly at the sight of him standing hard against his stomach. 

He’s so hard, long and curved perfectly, veiny and flushed red at the tip with beads of precum pooling there. 

“Pretty,” you mumble without thought and Keeho chuckles. 

“Isn’t he?” He coos, snickering when Jiung swats weakly at him. “Spit on him.”

The heat on your cheeks crawl down to your neck but you comply, leaning forward as you gather the spit in your mouth to let it drop on his tip. 

He twitches, his breath catching in his throat at even just that small bit of sensation on his bare skin. 

“Use your hand,” Keeho says. You can see him palming at himself from the corner of your eye. “Spread it.”

You bring your hand up, letting your fingers slide through the spit and glide it down along his heated skin. He feels impossibly hard to the touch and you can practically feel the blood pulsing through him. 

You wrap your fist around him, relishing in the way he fits in your hand, before slowly dragging it down to his base then back up, spreading the slick. The moan that Jiung lets out when you reach the tip is broken and from the depth of his lungs. 

“Tighten your fist,” Keeho commands, and again, you comply. 

You tighten around him, starting to stroke him at a pace that has him leaking with every upstroke. 

His head is thrown back, lips parted as he takes quick, short breaths. His hand shakes where it’s still buried in your hair. 

“Good,” Keeho says after a while of you just stroking. You glance up at him to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes are locked onto your hand on Jiung. He clears his throat when he notices you watching and quickly diverts your attention. “Tease him with your tongue. Just do what feels natural.”

You focus back on Jiung in your hand, licking your lower lip in anticipation. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, at the thought of finally getting him in your mouth. 

But it still feels a little intimidating. Even with your lack of a gag reflex, you’re not sure you can fit all of him into your mouth. 

You lean forward anyway and let your tongue flick over his tip, humming at the salt that bursts on your tongue. It doesn’t taste bad, just strange. Nothing you can’t stomach. 

So you let your tongue flick over him again, and again, your fist still working his length, every touch pulling little hitched sounds from Jiung. 

When you wrap your lips around him and suck, Jiung’s hips buck up sharply as he moans. You pull off of him, startled at the sudden intrusion into your mouth.

“Jiung,” Keeho scolds lightly. “Careful.”

“S-Sorry,” Jiung breathes, blinking down at you with wide eyes. “Just… felt good.”

“It’s fine,” you say quickly, eager as you lean forward and take him back into your mouth, maybe an inch deeper than before. 

He keeps still this time though you can feel him tense with restraint. You hear Keeho laugh above you before you feel a hand, heavier than Jiung’s press against the back of your head. It doesn’t push but it’s presence is a little daunting. 

“Look how eager she is,” Keeho coos, getting a noncommittal grunt from Jiung. “You can take more baby, come on.”

You breathe in through your nose before pushing down, sliding more of him into your mouth. He sits heavily against your tongue, the velvety skin pulsing with need. 

You start to pull back up, perhaps a little too ahead of yourself because you lose track of your teeth and they graze against him. 

Jiung winces sharply, his hand clamping down in your hand and pulling you off of him. 

Your eyes snap up to him, wide with panic. “Shit, Ji, I’m sorry—“

“It's fine,” he cuts you off, chest heaving as he settles down from the sudden flash of pain. “It’s okay. You’re still learning, just… just watch your teeth, ‘kay?”

You nod and he seems just as eager to get you back on him as he nudges your head back down to his lap, guiding his cock back into your mouth. 

You welcome him back in making sure to keep your teeth tucked behind your lips this time as you sink down half of his length. 

Jiung lets out a deep groan, settling back down as his hand in your hair loosens. 

You take lead, bobbing your head slowly up and down over him and setting a pace that has him groaning in pleasure again. 

“‘S good,” he breathes. “Good girl.”

“Hm,” Keeho hums, then tightens his hand around the back of your neck and pushes. “She can take more.”

You let out a sharp whimper as you give under his push, forced to take Jiung’s cock to the back of your throat. 

The intrusion is so sudden that your throat constricts when you feel him hit the back of your throat. When he twitches in the tight concave, brushing against you uncomfortably, you push yourself off of him, coughing. 

Jiung immediately lets go of you and pushes Keeho’s hand off of you. “Fuck off, Keeho, don’t push her so quickly,” he scolds before reaching down and pressing his hand to your cheek as you settle from your sudden fit. “You alright?”

“I’m okay,” you say, strained as you brush aside his hand and reach for him again. 

Jiung watches, taken aback at how eager you are to take him back down your throat. He can practically feel Keeho smirking into the side of his face. 

“Told you she could take it,” he says and Jiung shoots him a glare before quickly getting sidetracked when you take him back into your mouth, sinking all the way down to the base. 

He gasps, head falling back as his body tenses at the tightness around his cock. He can feel the resistance in your throat but you push through it as you start to bob your head over him, slow as you take him all the way in before pulling back and repeating. 

He curses at the pleasure of your warm, wet mouth taking him so easily. He knows he won’t last, especially when Keeho gets his hand on your head and starts to guide you into a faster pace. 

His grip on his restraint starts to loosen as his hips rock up with a mind of their own, seeking the pleasure in your throat. The coil in his gut starts to tighten with each pass of your mouth. 

And when Keeho instructs you to hollow your cheeks, tightening around him even more, he’s a goner. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, tugging at your hair. “I-I’m gonna—“ He breaks off with a moan when you pull back to suck at his tip. 

Then your hand wraps around his cock, tight and quick as you start to jerk him off against your tongue, mouth open as you watch him with those big eyes. The sight is enough to send him over the edge. 

He cums with a gasp of your name, hands digging into the couch as stripes of white paint your tongue and cheeks. 

You take it all, tugging him through his high and milking him of everything he’s got before he drops down with pained little whimpers, hazy eyes blinking up at the ceiling. 

You let go of his softening cock, swallowing what was left on your tongue. You don’t get much time to relish in the sight of Jiung all fucked out because of you, because there’s an insistent hand that grabs at your bicep and starts tugging at you. 

You let yourself be pulled in front of Keeho’s legs, watching as he hastily undoes the button of his jeans and unzips it, shoving them down with his boxers to his thighs. 

Your mouth dries at the sight of him, bigger than Jiung in every sense. You get now why he wanted you to work up to him. 

“Scared?” You hear Keeho’s breathy voice as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking himself to full hardness. 

You have to force your eyes up to look at him. He’s grinning lazily down at you, his free hand coming down to take your chin and tug you closer. 

“You can take me, can’t you?” He asks, digging his thumb into your lower lip and forcing your mouth open. 

His thumb pushes in, pressing down on your tongue, and you instinctively wrap your lips around it to suck and lap at it with your tongue. 

His eyes darken at the sight and he pushes his thumb further in, groaning at the way you just take it. “Fuck, baby,” he mutters, pulling his finger out with a pop. “Open.”

You drop your mouth open, making a soft noise when he immediately feeds his cock into your pliant mouth. He’s not as patient as Jiung. 

He places his hand at the back of your head and pushes you down to the base, holding you down even as your throat pulses around him and your breath hitches dangerously. 

Keeho just lets out a deep groan, rolling his hips to thrust further into your throat before he lets go of you entirely and you push off, thrown into another fit of coughs. 

But as soon as you recover, he’s on you again, guiding your mouth back onto him and pushing you to take the full length of cock, starting a quick pace with a guiding hand in your hair. 

It stops being your control at all, because soon he’s just fucking himself up into your mouth, groaning low and praising you for taking him like such a good fucking girl, breathless moans and hitched grunts leaving his lips. 

He chases his quickly approaching orgasm, holding your head down as he just fucks himself to it with quick thrusts into your throat. 

And when he cums, he pushes your head all the way down so he can spill down your throat, letting go with a low groan as he settles back into the couch and leaves you brainless in his lap. 

His fingers card through your hair as some semblance of comfort while you cough your breaths to normal. 

It’s quiet for a stretched moment, just heavy breaths, lingering heat, and the shitty romance movie still playing in the background. 

“What about me?”

Keeho blinks, looking down at you to see you already staring up at him with heated eyes. “Hm?”

“I don’t get to come?”

Oh. 

A slow grin crawls on his lip, fingers digging affectionately into your scalp. “Well we can’t leave you hanging,” he says, then looks to his right to see Jiung still in the same state that you’d left him, his bleary eyes locked onto you. “Can we, Ungie?”

Jiung blinks himself into the present, smiling faintly as his eyes start to glimmer with a promise of something more. “We can’t have that.”

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wait, he’s never made you cum before? || OT6

⋆.˚˖࿔ pairing | ot6 x 7thmember!reader ༉‧₊˚. synopsis | when your members find out you don't think its possible for you to cum during sex (thanks to your lackluster ex), they set out on a mission to prove to you that not only is it possible but there's many different ways to do so.

details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), pure smut, piwon as varying degrees of dominant (from softdom!jongseob to meandom!theo), reader is quite inexperienced, dry humping, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, squirting, mutual masturbation, voice kink, edging, overstimulation, punishment (not for reader), light dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, f/m/m, f/m/m/m, time constraints, light humiliation, rough sex, creampie, throat-fucking, choking, orgasm denial, fluff (more probably) ⟡ length | 21k ⟡

𓆩⟡𓆪 note || well this was quite overwhelming to write and it is quite the ride ¬‿¬ the "plot" of this is barely a plot but the smut is smutting || also, can’t believe it’s been one month of this blog already!! thank you sm for 450 followers you all are so appreciated <3 now enjoy the pure filth as a gift (apologies in advance for any typos that might have still made it through, i physically cannot proofread this any more)

“Wait, he’s never made you cum before?”

Your chopsticks freeze halfway up to your mouth that’s hung open awkwardly as you process the words that have just come out of Intak’s mouth. You look up from your bowl of noodles to see six pairs of eyes staring at you in varying levels of shock.

There’s a pause, and when no one moves to take this conversation in any other direction, you put down your chopsticks and close your mouth, clearing your throat as an embarrassed heat flushes high on your cheeks.

“Well, no,” you admit awkwardly. “I mean— yes. I have. By myself, I mean, just not by my ex or anyone else.”

You’re not sure how the conversation had diverged to you. One minute you were all talking over one of those reality dating shows Keeho had put on for everyone to watch over dinner (a strange choice, but whatever), then somehow the topic had shifted to first times and whether they were successful at bringing their partners to completion (this discussion was mainly between Theo, Keeho, and Intak), then someone was mentioning your name and asking you something you don’t remember, and you’d just made a throwaway comment about how, “He never did it for me anyway so this discussion is pointless to me,” to get them off your back (you were more focused on scarfing down your noodles), and now here you are.

“Wait,” Intak speaks again, blinking like his brain just couldn’t compute this piece of information. “So the guy that you were in a relationship with for two years,” he starts, then pauses to look at you, as if trying to make sure you were understanding the gravity of the situation, then continues, “has never made you come? Not once?”

You shake your head, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but isn’t it normal for most women to not finish during sex?

“Not ever?” Keeho asks this time, his brows pulled up behind his fringe. “What about anyone you’ve ever been with. Ever.”

You drop your chopsticks into your bowl with a clatter. “No,” you say firmly. “Why is that so surprising?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Theo states easily, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.

You shrug. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Isn’t it normal to just fake it and move on?”

Intak makes a noise like he’s been severely offended. “No!” He cries. “I always make sure she comes. Always.”

You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. The quiet ones, Jiung, Soul, and Jongseob, are still watching you like hawks, and you can tell from their eyes that they’re in accordance with the other three.

“There’s no way,” you say. You’ve been through the motions of sex before. It’s wildly uncomfortable, too slippery, and too rushed. “You’re telling me you can all make your girls’ finish?”

There’s a chorus of agreements from all of them, some more enthusiastic than others.

You blink, taken aback at the unity. “…Every time?”

Another round of assent and you’re left with the thought that maybe something’s just wrong with you.

“Maybe I just don’t like sex then,” you conclude, your brows pinching as you think back to the handful of times you’ve given yourself up to your ex partner and only come out of it regretful.

“That could be true.”

All eyes turn to Jiung, who’s sitting on the single chair leaned back casually, looking straight at you with a clinical eye that leaves you feeling a little too exposed. You squirm in your seat on the carpeted floor, grateful for the refuge in the slight coverage the coffee table provides you.

“But,” Jiung continues. “We’ve met the guy you were with. He didn’t exactly ooze generosity.”

“That’s true.” Jongseob’s voice pulls your eyes to where he’s sitting right across the table from you, hands braced on the floor behind him as he leans back. His eyes are calculating in their own way as they weigh on you. “If your experience was with him then I wouldn’t be too surprised.”

You fidget with your hands in your lap as your eyes flit over your members. “Well,” you start, then stop, mulling over your words for a moment. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me then.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” You almost flinch at Soul’s voice, sharper than you’re used to from him. He’s on the floor to your right, peering at you with wide, wondering eyes. “You said you’ve just never orgasmed with him, right? You can finish when it’s just yourself?”

You fluster at his blunt words but nod. “Yeah.”

“So it’s not like you can’t come or anything like that,” Keeho chimes in from the couch behind Jongseob. “Your ex just didn’t know how to treat you right.”

You pout, feeling a little affronted. “Hey, he wasn’t a bad person.”

“Bad in bed though,” Theo adds with a snicker.

You roll your eyes at him, picking up your chopsticks to have something to do with your hands. “I just can’t imagine coming from sex. It’s so… uncomfortable. Invasive.”

“Oh honey,” Keeho says, tone sympathetic. “He really didn’t know how to treat you right then. It doesn’t have to be invasive either. There’s so many more ways to come than just penetration.”

You stare at him, your brows climbing up your forehead. “There… is?” You knew of a couple methods but the way he says it makes you feel like you were missing out on a lot more than you thought.

Intak makes a noise like he’s just been punched by the words. “You don’t know?” He asks, like he’s truly horrified by your lack of knowledge. Then he looks at Theo beside him and rattles him by the arm. “Hyung, she doesn’t know!”

Theo shoves him off with a hand on his forehead. “Relax.” Then he turns back to you and his next words throw your brain into the void. “We could show you.”

There’s a palpable silence as those words hang in the air, leaving behind something heavy lingering in its wake.

“Taeyang,” Jiung scolds, turning to Theo with sharp eyes. “You can’t just spring something like that on her.”

“No, wait,” you find yourself saying. As daunting as whatever Theo has in mind seems, you can’t help but be curious. “I’m interested. Hypothetically.”

You can see everyone exchange looks, a weave of silent conversations that you ignore in favour of just looking at Theo, who holds your gaze back with a knowing smirk on his lips. He doesn’t say more though; he waits for you to steer the conversation.

“What—“ You start then stop again, clearing your throat when everyone’s eyes fall back to you. “Hypothetically, what would something like that entail?”

Theo leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his smirk pulling wider. “Hypothetically,” he starts, a little teasing, and you falter under his stare. “We would each show you a different way to make you come. Prove to you all the ways that you can finish during sex and that you were missing out on with your ex.”

You blink at him as the words process. The thought of them showing you makes something crawl under your skin, something you’re not able to name. Your eyes flit over all them, all of them who are watching you carefully. “There’s six of you though.”

Theo raises a brow. “Yes?”

“You’re saying there’s six different ways?” You ask, trying to wrack your brain for all the other ways your ex has tried besides penetration and outer stimulation (which was more just poking around than anything). You’re not very adventurous on yourself either, so you come up empty. “Hypothetically,” you tack on as an afterthought.

“Well, hypothetically, we could keep that a secret until we get to show you.” Theo’s smirk is inching towards something more dangerous, something that makes your heart stutter. “Hypothetically,” he continues, tilting his head at you, “would you like us to show you?”

And suddenly, this doesn’t feel very hypothetical anymore. You can see it in the way they’re all just waiting for you to either take them up on this ‘hypothetical’ or put them out of their misery and brush off the conversation.

You think about it. Really think about it. You can’t deny the way all this talk has your body prickling with curiosity and heated anticipation at the thought of them showing you, whatever that might be.

You glance between them, your close friends of the past six years, the people you’ve practically grown up with, the ones you not only work with but call your own. Intak is leaned forward in morbid curiosity and hanging onto your every word, Jongseob is feigning nonchalance but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, Keeho watches you with a heat that he doesn’t even bother to hide, Soul is more curious and earnest than anything, Jiung— though calm on the outside— looks like he’s ready to devour you with just his eyes, and Theo is an enigma you’re too scared to even try to decode. You can tell they’re all waiting for the word, whichever it may be. But you don’t feel scared by their anticipation despite the daunting way their gazes settle on you. You’re surprised to feel something pulling at your gut, something wanting and present.

But above all, you trust them with everything. You can trust them with something like this.

So with a shaky breath, you nod. “Yes.”

It’s like the scene in front of you pauses on a reel. No one breathes.

“Just hypothetically?” Theo asks you slowly.

“No,” you answer without hesitation. “Not just hypothetically.”

There’s a few sharp exhales like breaths that have been held in for too long, someone mutters a low curse from somewhere on your right, and the air shifts again into something heated with anticipation.

“Only if everyone is okay with it,” you add, because you don’t want to pull anyone into anything they don’t want just for your sake.

“Are you kidding me?” Intak scoffs, a boyish grin pulling on his face. “I may or may not have thought about this already before.”

Jiung reaches over Theo to smack Intak over his lack of decorum.

“It’s fine,” you say, a small, awkward smile pulling on your lips. You’re taken aback by Intak’s sudden confession, but it doesn’t deter you. It makes you even more curious to see just what he’s wanted with you. “I’m, uh, looking forward to what you guys have to show me. But I’m still not sure I believe that you guys can make me… you know.”

Jongseob smiles at you, leaning forward to lean his elbows on the coffee table. “Let us worry about that, okay?” His voice is lower, a little huskier, and it already has you a little flustered.

“Cute,” you hear Soul mumble under his breath from your right and you glance at him to see he’s staring at the flush on your cheeks.

You clear your throat, sitting up straight to regain some semblance of control over your body. “How do we do this?”

“We’ll make a list of what we’re going to do to you,” Keeho starts, making sure to let the words linger for a little just to see you squirm. “And then we’ll pick what we’re each best at so you can get the best of the best.” He glances around the room to gauge opinions. “Sounds good?”

Everyone agrees with more enthusiasm than you’re prepared for and you feel your heart start to thunder in your chest. Not from fear, but from excitement. If what they say is true, and they can get you to come without fail, you’re in for a night that could make up for all the mediocre sex in your life and open your eyes to things you might not even be aware of.

“That’s that then,” Jiung says as he pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to your direction. Your heart jolts as he leans down to pick up your bowl of abandoned noodles, and you feel a little ridiculous that you’re already so affected. Jiung’s eyes flicker over your face that’s a few inches from his, and the corner of his lips tick up for a split second. “Why don’t you wait for us in your room? We’ll figure everything else out.” His deep voice is hushed in a cadence that you can almost feel brush over your skin and leave goose flesh in its wake.

“Sure,” you say, cheeks heating when your voice cracks halfway.

You scamper up to your feet to evade his amused chuckle and rush towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom. 

Theo’s hand comes out to catch your arm before you can move past them, pulling you back. He’s standing now, looking down at you with a serious pinch of his brows. “Hey.” His voice is quieter, only for you to hear. “You’re really okay with this? It might be a lot for you to handle.”

You feel whatever nerves thrumming under your skin ease away at his concern. “I’m sure,” you say with a smile, squeezing his hand over your arm. “I trust you. I trust all of you.”

That eases the tension out of his shoulders and his frown melts into a smile. “Good,” he says, then his eyes flash into something darker and his smile appears sharper than it was a second. “Now go get yourself ready.” He leans in and breathes the next words practically on your lips. “And I promise you, you’re not leaving that room until you’ve come six times. And if the others fail, I’ll step in and make it up for them.”

You swallow, feeling the words sink to the base of your gut and fill it with fire. If just a few words can already push you towards ruin so quickly, you’re not sure what’ll happen when they actually get their hands on you.

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You’re not sure how long you’ve been waiting with your heart in your throat and your limbs feeling like livewire. You sit at the head of your bed, back pressed to the headboard and knees pulled up to your chest.

You’re starting to wonder with each passing second just what you’ve signed up for. The nervous excitement is still there, of course, at the prospect of possibly being properly pleasured by someone else’s hand other than yours for a change but you have no idea what to expect. Your experience with sex didn’t measure up even a fraction to what you’d built up in your head and you just can’t imagine how your boys are possibly going to mend that disappointment.

But they seemed eager to show you otherwise, all of them. And you trust they’ll do well on their word even despite your lingering doubts.

So you take grounding breaths as you wait, sat comfy in a pair of sweats and a simple tee, until the handle to your door twists.

The door opens a fraction and Intak’s wide eyes peer in. “Can I come in?”

Your shoulders ease when you see that it’s just him and you wave him in with your hand. “Just you?” You ask, hoping only you can hear the waver in your voice.

“Just me,” he confirms, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to stand by the foot of the bed. “We decided on it just being a one on one thing. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much.”

You don’t even realize that was something you were worried about until you feel your chest loosen at the knowledge. “Oh,” you say with a grateful smile. “That’s good, actually. Thanks.”

He smiles back, soft and sweet. “Of course. This is supposed to be all about you. We wanna make sure you’re feeling good and not stressed out.” He tilts his head at you, a habit of his that you’ve always been endeared by. “How are you feeling?”

You bite down on your lip as you try to figure out how to put your feelings into words. “Fidgety? Nervous but… excited? I don’t really know what to expect, so I don’t know what to feel,” you admit sheepishly, then sit up straight with a sudden realization. “Wait, should I have changed into something prettier or…?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, don’t worry about any of that. Keeping our clothes on will be just fine for this first… session, if that’s what we’re calling it.”

Your stomach flips when you realize that things are about to start and that Intak is here to be the first one to go. “Ah,” you say in realization, then frown. “Wait, clothes on?”

His sweet smile makes way to a smug smirk as he knees onto your bed and climbs on, settling to sit on his feet in front of you. “Yes,” he says, and you’re starting to realize how real everything is becoming with him sitting right in front of you. “Unless you wanted to see me with them off,” he adds with a cocky little grin.

You scoff at his flirty antics, something you’re all too familiar with. And the familiarity of it eases you down, surely something he’d meant for as he places a comforting hand on your ankle, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb.

“I didn’t make the rules,” you point out, feeling your body slowly settle under the small, soothing touch. “I don’t think I have any power here to decide.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he purrs, then wraps the span of his hand around your ankle. “You have all the power here. We’re just here as vessels for your pleasure.”

Your brows raise as you bite down on your lip to smother your laugh. “That sounds awfully serious coming from you, Takki.”

But there’s no joke in the way Intak stares at you. Without warning, he yanks you forward by your ankle, pulling you flat on your back as he climbs over you, ignoring your yelp of surprise. He settles between your legs without delay and braces his hands on the bed on either side of your chest. He hovers over you, peering down at you with an intensity to his eyes you’ve seen him with only when it comes to figuring out complicated choreography.

“It is serious,” he tells you, low and smooth, and before you can respond his lips are on yours.

The kiss is slow and steady, more careful than you’d expect from Intak. But you find yourself melting into it with a soft sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.

He settles down on his elbows as he presses deeper into the kiss, his body lowering down against yours. And that’s when you can feel it, the solid outline of his growing erection pressing against your thigh.

The weight of it against you shoots heat right to your core and makes you falter into the kiss. Curious, you push your leg up to press against the bulge and it gets a grunt out of his lips against yours.

He lifts up from the kiss, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you with furrowed brows. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve thought about this before. Been wanting to do this for a long time now,” he says, his voice rough with desire.

He shifts his hips to line his erection right over you then presses firmly down, making you gasp at the pressure against your already throbbing core.

“You have?” You ask breathily when his words process. You roll your hips up to search for more of the pressure and Intak indulges you, rolling his hips down in a delicious grind that has your body bowing up the bed.

His hands move down to grab you by the hips and push them down against the bed, much to your dismay when it detaches you from the heat of him.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes, looking just as ruined by the sight of you as you’re starting to feel by him. 

He keeps one hand holding you down as the other slides under your shirt, warm as it slides up to your chest. His eyes flash when he finds you bare under the shirt and wastes no time to grasp the soft mound, making a stuttered breath fall from your lips as his finger pushes down on your sensitive nipple.

“And now I finally have my chance,” he mutters, dark eyes drinking up every twitch in your expression as his finger rolls over the stiffening peak, sending little sparks of pleasure from your chest down your spine. “I might not get to fuck you but I’ll take anything I can get.”

Before you can ask him just what it is he’s set out to do to you, he kisses you again. This time it’s fast, heated, impatient; everything you actually were expecting from him.

He wastes no time before he’s prodding into your mouth with his tongue. You accept him with a soft moan, a sound that has him pulling your nipple between his fingers and has another yelp rip from your throat that he drinks up with his persistent lips.

You didn’t realize just how quickly you could get turned on from just some kissing and a few careful touches. But you can feel the arousal pool in your gut and in your underwear.

To say you were surprised was an understatement, but that wasn’t on the forefront of your mind. All you were thinking was that you needed to feel more. 

As if he was reading your mind, Intak grinds down his clothed cock, fully hardened now, right into your needy heat.

You whine at the pleasure that rolls steadily through you, the sound drowned out by Intak’s soft breaths as he devours you whole with his tongue.

This already feels so much better than any night with your ex and you’re feeling a little high from it all. Your hips buck up in frantic little rolls that Intak meets with hard grinds of his own, sending steady shocks of pleasure through your lower body. 

His other hand slides up your shirt to join his other hand in kneading your breasts, the pressure spreading pleasure through your entire body as he continues to grind against you.

You can feel yourself getting heady already under Intak’s hands and you happily welcome it. You didn’t think it could be so easy to get you so strung up without even having to take off your clothes, but here you are.

You can feel the coil in your gut wind tighter with each press of Intak’s throbbing erection against your aching core, can feel the slick gathering in your folds. It has you whining into the frantic kiss and has your hands clawing into his biceps.

He pulls from the kiss with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours as his mouth falls open to let heavy breaths pass through. He presses his forehead down to yours, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep his focus intact while his hips keep rocking into yours.

“F-Feels good,” you whisper up to him, gasping at a particular harsh press. 

“Yeah?” He pants, using his hands to shove your shirt up above your chest. 

You hiss at the cool air that brushes over your sensitive nipples. Intak groans at the sight of you, his hips stuttering for a moment before they pick back up at a more frantic pace. He wastes no time to latch his mouth onto your nipple, his hand working the other one as he starts to swirl his tongue around the stiff bud.

You moan at the wet warmth of his tongue on the sensitive flesh, arching your chest further into his mouth. You didn’t think your chest was this sensitive, but it has your hips bucking eagerly up against his, every single sensation over your body climbing down and pinpointing down to your clit.

“Intak,” you gasp, whining sharply when he pops off your nipple and switches to the other one, flicking his tongue rapidly over it. 

You can tell by the way that his hips are starting to lose rhythm that he’s nearing his edge. And, surprisingly, you are too.

“Intak,” you try to warn him but he’s not listening, too far gone as he continues to mouth at your chest, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to chase his pleasure between your hips.

You bury your hand in his hair, pushing him further into you as you drive your hips sharply up against the hard ridge of his cock, and it takes just a few more hard presses of his erection squarely against your cunt for you to teeter on the edge.

Intak notices, and at the same time that he pinches your nipple with his hand, he bites gently down on the one in his mouth and tugs.

The sharp pleasure that bursts from your chest in tandem with a hard grind of his cock against your core has you tipping over the edge. You tense all over as your mouth falls open into a high whine, before your body jolts and trembles through your first orgasm.

Intak follows you right down, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter through his own orgasm, giving a few more sharp grinds before his body goes slack, weight dropping fully onto you.

His head rolls on its side on your chest, your nipple popping out of his mouth as he heaves for breath. You lay there, twitching and reeling from your high.

A few moments of silence pass as you stare up at the ceiling, trying to even out your breaths and process the fact that Intak has just made you cum for the first time that wasn’t by your own hand.

Reluctantly, Intak lifts himself up and looks down at you with a crooked smile. “Well? Didn’t I say I never leave my girls unsatisfied?”

You let out a breathy laugh as you meet his twinkling eyes. “Uh huh.” Just with a little bit of grinding, he managed to hold true to his words. You’re both impressed with him, disappointed with your ex for not even holding a candle, and disappointed with yourself for doubting him. “That was… better than I thought.”

He hums, leaning down to peck your lips before he pulls himself up and off of you despite the whine you let out when his warmth is ripped away from you.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he adjusts himself in his sweats. He’s wearing a dark pair so it’s difficult but you can still see the darker shade of the wet patch over his crotch. It has a pathetic shock of heat pulse through your core at the thought that that was there because of you. “I can’t stay for long. The others are waiting.”

“Right,” you say as you fix your shirt, pulling it down over your chest. You’d nearly forgotten there was a line of boys out there in the living room waiting for their turn to make you eat your words. “…I don’t stand a chance, do I?”

He chuckles at that, turning to walk through the door. “Not at all,” he says, turning his head and throwing you a wink over his shoulder. “Good luck.”

Then he’s gone, and you’re left laying there wondering who’s next— what’s next. It almost frightens you how quickly you find that tightness in your gut livening up again as you go through all the possibilities in your head.

You’re not left wondering for long before Jongseob steps through the door, looking pretty normal for the most part. But you see the light shake in his hand as he holds up the large bottle of water he brought in with him.

“Jiung’s orders,” he says as he walks over to your side and uncaps the bottle. He doesn’t hold your gaze for long before his eyes flit to the bottle he’s holding out for you.

You feel a warm wave of familiar fondness for your maknae as you take the bottle of him, feeling a little relieved that it’s him instead of someone like Jiung or Theo. You’re not quite ready for whatever that might be just yet. Or Keeho for that matter.

You pull yourself up to sit, wincing from the sensitivity between your hips that still lingers. “Thanks.” You take the bottle from him and drink, grateful for the wash of cold as it soothes your heated insides.

He’s a little awkward on his feet as he shifts on them, waiting for you to put the bottle aside on the nightstand before he speaks up. “You doing okay?”

You huff a little laugh as you lean against the headboard, looking up at him. “Uh huh. Just didn’t think I’d be proven so wrong, so quickly.”

He raises a brow at you as a teasing smile pulls at his lips. “Oh, so is our little experiment done then? We’ve proven you wrong already?”

“Nope,” you say, finding a surprising sense of confidence in his presence. “You guys promised me six ways. I better get six ways.”

His smile widens into a grin and you get a glimpse of his cute little snaggle tooth. His nerves seem to ease away as he falls into the rhythm of your familiar back and forth. “One orgasm in and you’re already calling the shots?” He taunts, climbing onto the bed and bracing himself with his knees on either side of your thighs. He hovers over you, taking your chin to lift your gaze up to him. “Bold. I like that on you.”

You blush at his sudden change in demeanour but you can’t lie; it’s spurring your spent body back to life quicker than you’d expected.

“What about you, Seobie?” You ask, placing your hands on his thighs before sliding them up to his hips over the smooth fabric of his track pants. “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”

His thumb brushes against your lower lip as a small smirk plays on his lips. He’s the picture perfect image of cool and collected, just like he is on stage. It’s a hell of a sight up close to you under the dim of your lamp instead of flashy lights. It feels more personal, like he crafted this confidence just for you.

“I guess you bring it out in me,” he admits, pressing his thumb against the plush of your lip.

You let your tongue flick out and kitten-lick against the tip of his finger, letting it linger there for a bit. His eyes darken and he takes a careful breath in before letting it out in a sigh that sounds a bit strained.

“If only I got to take my time with you,” he mutters under his breath, and the words leave you wondering. 

“Is there a time limit?” You ask him when his hand falls to the side of your neck. 

“Yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb up the hollow at the side of your neck. “15 minutes.”

You stare at him for a moment. “…That’s it? That doesn’t feel like enough.”

He grins in response. “Well Intak did it in time. You don’t think the rest of us can?”

“Well, no— I don’t know,” you huff, a little flustered. “What happens if we don’t finish in time?”

“Then you don’t get to come and I get a bruised ego,” he says then drops both his hands to your waist. He slips his hands under your shirt then slides them up your already tingling skin, pulling the shirt up as they go. “We can’t have that, can we?”

Electricity and heat zip down your spine in tandem when his hands don’t stop and your shirt lifts up over your chest, exposing your skin to the cool air. You lift your arms up to make it easier for him to pull the shirt completely off of you.

You sit there, half-bare under Jongseob’s prying eyes as he tosses the shirt aside somewhere on the floor. You can see him tenting against his pants as he shuffles off of you, his hands reaching for the waist of your sweats.

“May I?” He asks politely but it’s undercut by the way his eyes remain locked on your exposed breasts. 

You don’t feel shy under his gaze though. You almost feel revered by his appreciative stare. You lift your hips in silent assent and he takes the cue to slip the sweats off of your legs and tosses them to join your shirt.

He’s quick to pry apart your legs and settle on his knees between them, his eyes finding a new target to lock onto; the wet patch on your thin cotton panties. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, reaching to grab himself over his pants and squeeze as an attempt to quell his arousal. 

You flush under his attention now, feeling a little too exposed. Your legs twitch to close but he keeps them apart with a hand on your knee.

He brings the hand down, and with a feather light touch, he runs his thumb against the thin fabric, sliding a line of pressure up your centre that has your walls fluttering. You hiss when his thumb finds your clit and presses down, still a little sensitive from your first climax.

“You’re so wet,” he muses before moving his thumb down and pressing against where your entrance would be. He groans at the wet sound from the pooled mix of your release that Intak left behind and the arousal that’s starting to leak under Jongseob’s ministrations.

“Jongseob,” you whine, pressing your hips up in search of more than just light touches. 

He clicks his tongue, looking up at you with a lazy smirk. “Impatient. You’re already eager for more? What, Intak wasn’t enough for you?”

You shudder at the way his words chastise you just the right amount to have you needy for his approval. But you don’t want to give in that easily. “Maybe,” you say, rolling your hips up again to press against his hand. He doesn’t pull away. “But isn’t it your whole job to give me what I want?”

He retaliates with a harsh press of his thumb against your clit with a scary precision given that he can’t even see it. It has you yelping and jerking away from his hand. “You’re lucky I’m not Taeyang,” he says, and the warning hits you in the gut. “Or that mouth on you wouldn’t get off so easily.”

You don’t get a chance to interrogate him before he’s hastily shoving aside the fabric of your panties and exposing your heated folds to the cool air. Jongseob squeezes himself again with a low grunt when he sees the slick mess there. 

“You’re drenched,” he huffs, under trance by the sight of you for a moment before he snaps out of it and swiftly pulls off his shirt, leaving your mind blanking momentarily. 

You rarely see him shirtless, but when you do, it’s a treat to see. Especially now.

Then he’s shoving down his pants and boxers down to his thighs and grasping himself, stroking tightly as he watches your gushing folds, and your mind goes blank again.

He’s pretty; thin but long and curved and flushed at the tip, milky pearls of arousal leaking at the head with each drag of his fist. 

You’re snapped back to focus when he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on your back, lowering himself between your hips.

“Wait,” you say quickly, and Jongseob pauses immediately to look up at you, just letting himself hover while he waits.

“Yeah?” He asks, brows furrowing in concern.

You swallow, a little embarrassed and underprepared. “Are you… going to put it in?”

The concern washes away and he chuckles fondly. “No. That’s not for nowt,” he says before he lowers his body down to brace on his elbows on either side of you. Then you feel the heft of his cock press down on your folds, a pressure that has you both sighing. “Just this,” he says, lowering his eyes on yours.

You feel him throbbing against your clit, hot and solid against your sensitive folds. It feels nice, but you’re still left confused. “Just this?” You ask, the doubt clear on your face. You don’t see how you could possibly come from that. 

But the smirk that grows on Jongseob’s lips tells you otherwise. “Just this.”

Then he shifts his hips so he slides down your folds, and when the head of his cock catches against your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through your core, you think, oh, that’s how.

His smirk stretches to a lazy grin when he sees the realization in your eyes and he drags himself back up, the friction giving you another shock of pleasure. “You like that?” He asks, then takes a sharp breath in through his teeth when he drags back down. 

You nod, your hands clutching onto the wiry muscles of his bicep. 

His movements are slow and methodical; each drag meant to place pressure against you just right and string you up slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic chase with Intak.

“Did that asshole ever take his time with you?” He asks you through grit teeth and it takes a second for you to process that he’s talking about your ex.

“N-No,” you answer through a gasp when his tip prods sharply into your clit on a thrust up. “H-He wasn’t really… ah, patient.”

He clicks his tongue. “No wonder he couldn’t make you come,” he mutters bitterly before he shoves himself off of you. 

You’re about to protest but then he’s sliding your panties down your hips, cursing at the way strings of slick connect to it as he pulls them off your legs. He doesn’t let himself linger on the sight of you fully exposed as he gathers both of your legs and throws them over one of his shoulders. Before you can question him, he’s sliding himself in between your thighs, right on top of your folds, and using the slick mess there to start fucking your thighs in a steady rhythm, his tip pushing deliciously against your clit with each thrust.

You moan, deep breaths falling through your lips at the stimulation. The sight of him poking through your thighs and the hood of your cunt with each thrust leaves you feeling heady. “Fuck, Seobie,” you whimper. You watch the way he leaks from his slit, dripping down onto your pelvis and pooling there. 

His hips falter when he hears the name fall from your lips, then braces himself with his arms around your legs, then starts to fuck against your cunt with a fast pace that has you both panting.

You can feel the coil in your gut wind tight again with each drag of his hard length over your throbbing clit. The sight of his face, flushed and blissed out with hooded eyes fixed on your face, has your head swimming. You’ve never seen him look that intense before, even when it comes to work, and it makes you falter realizing just how different this side of him is from what you’re used to. 

It’s a thrilling revelation that has you quickly approaching your second climax.

“Seob,” you say through a hitched breath. 

“Yeah?” He asks, getting a dark little grin on his face as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the heaven between your thighs. “Gonna come for me already?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands fisting into the sheets as your body bucks up with each impact of his rough thrusts.

“Gonna make you cum,” he says through grunts, though you’re not sure if he’s talking to you anymore. “Gonna make you cum— unlike that bastard. Couldn’t even— fuck— couldn’t even touch you right. Probably couldn’t even find your clit— the fucker.”

He’s muttering the words to himself as his thrusts grow faster and more disjointed. But it’s doing nothing less to bring you over the edge.

His dark eyes fix on you again with something akin to bitterness among the desire. “Come for me then,” he says, then adjusts so the head of his cock angles to drive right into your clit with each sharp, pointed thrust, sending burning pulses of pleasure with each push. “Come for me like you never came for him.”

Your second orgasm hits you before you know it and you come with a yell of his name and your body arching off the bed. Jongseob follows after with a few more frantic thrusts, spilling ropes of hot release over your stomach.

He doesn’t stop— he keeps going, drawing you both down from your highs before rocking to a slow stop just before he can drive you into overstimulation. He keeps your legs hugged to his chest as he recovers, breathing heavily as his eyes take in the sight of you painted with his release.

You’re not sure if it’s your post orgasmic haze dreaming it up but you think you see a hint of possession with the way he eyes you. You don’t get to dwell on it before he presses a kiss to the side of your calf and slowly releases you.

It’s when he’s cleaning off your stomach with his shirt after having fixed himself up that you realize you haven’t gotten to kiss him.

“Jongseob,” you say, still splayed out on your back and stealing back your breaths. 

He pauses and looks at you with his brows raised. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

The sudden request has him blinking to process and then blushing abashed, like he hadn’t just come on your stomach. “Oh. You want to?”

“No,” you say flatly. “That’s why I asked.”

He smiles sheepishly before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, short kiss. You hum in content when he pulls back, smiling up at him. “Thank you,” you say, then tap his chin playfully. “Better than anything he’s ever done for me, combined.”

That has him blushing even brighter and he looks away with a shy little laugh. He finishes wiping you down then pulls the blanket that’s been shoved to the edge over you, giving you some cover before he goes.

“Do I really have to worry about Taeyang?” You ask him before he closes the door behind him.

Jongseob looks back at you and gives you a grin that does nothing to ease your worries. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, then shuts the door behind him.

You groan to yourself, dropping your head back on the pillow. You should’ve gone into this by making them tell you all of their plans in detail so you wouldn’t have to be kept on your toes. But you can’t deny that it does make this more exciting.

Because even though you’ve already come twice, you have to squeeze your legs shut to soothe the way your core starts to spur back to life at just the possibility of the kind of danger that Theo might bring with him.

It’s Soul’s soft voice that pulls your eyes from the ceiling and towards him as he steps into the room a few minutes later.

“Hi,” he says as he makes his way over. He looks— normal. Nothing off the ordinary; no nerves, no eagerness, just plain intrigue as he peers at you laid out under the blanket. He wastes no time to jump onto the bed and sit on his knees by your legs.

“Hi,” you reply fondly, watching his hand as it lands on your covered knee and just holding there as a simple form of physical connection. A common occurrence with him, and it's no different even in this situation. Everything about Soul, everything that he does, always has you feeling endeared towards him.

“Are you tired yet?” He asks, round eyes flickering over the shape of you under the covers. 

“Yes,” you answer, but then think otherwise as you take stock of yourself. “No. Eh, I don’t know.”

That gets a little giggle out of him, his thumb digging gently into the notch in your knee. “I hope not. There’s still a lot more planned for you.”

You let out a slow breath at the reminder. “Yeah,” you pause, then look over at him. Soul has always been an honest one, so you take your shot. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”

He gives you a simple nod, then says, “I’m going to eat you out.”

Your face burns at the bluntness but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. Though it seems like there was no rule to keep things hidden from you; Intak and Jongseob probably just wanted to see you squirm. 

Your eyes fall to his pretty pink lips and you’re already envisioning them on you. Even knowing what’s about to happen, you’re still just as on edge as you were with the others.

His hand shifts to grab the edge of the blanket that lay by your side, not yet pulling. “Is that okay?” He asks you, polite as ever.

You’d never imagined Soul, the innocent looking boy you've smothered with your affections for years now, to be here before you, asking you if you’re okay with him making you come on his tongue. It’s disorienting enough to leave you craving it.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, hoping you don’t sound as eager as you feel.

But Soul has an eerie way of reading people. He catches on, you can see it in the twinkle of his eye, and with an excited grin, he pulls the blanket off you.

You have to resist the urge to cover yourself by digging your hands into the sheets. Soul’s eyes practically sparkle as he looks over you, a little like he’s caught in a trance. 

“Pretty,” he mumbles quietly, like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud.

You squirm when all he does is stare for a few more moments. You nudge your knee against his leg to pull him out of his daze and he spurs back to life, shuffling to kneel between your legs, his hands crooking under your knees to push them up and hold them apart.

You squirm some more when his eyes lock onto the wet mess between your legs and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“Shota,” you whine, nudging your foot against his arm. “Don’t just stare.”

He giggles but doesn’t move his eyes. “Sorry,” he says as he climbs down onto his chest, pulling your knees over his shoulders. His lips hover just over your core, breaths brushing over you and sending prickling sensations through you as he speaks. “You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”

You swallow back the moan that bubbles in your throat at his words. “Wait,” you say before he can do anything else.

He looks up at you now, brows raised. “Hm?”

“Can you take your shirt off?” You’re feeling a little too exposed with him fully clothed and you very much not. But also, the sight of Soul shirtless is a treat. It would be a shame to let those muscles he takes such good care of go to waste in a moment like this.

He’s smiling despite the blush that climbs high on his pale cheeks. He pulls himself up, yanks his shirt off in one go, before quickly settling back into position.

You mourn the sight of his abs being so quickly hidden away but then his arms are coming around your legs to hold you down, one hand settling palm-down on your lower stomach, and you can’t complain anymore when you’ve got his muscled arms in your view in all their veiny glory.

He laughs softly at your appreciative eyes. “Better?” He asks with a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You sigh at the warmth it spreads up your leg. “Very.”

The smile remains on his lips as he trails his way down your thigh with warm kisses. You feel teeth graze lightly against your skin with each press that his tongue flicks out to soothe over, effective in the way it has you squirming where you lay as he inches closer to your waiting heat.

But just before he can reach it, he switches over to the other leg and you’re left sighing in frustration, your hips bucking up without your permission.

You feel his amused giggles against your thigh as he gives it the same attention as the other. 

But as you watch him, so intent in the way he winds you up slowly just like Intak and Jongseob have done, you’re left to wonder just how much you’ve been missing out on. Being tended to so carefully, it makes you feel a little floaty. 

Before you realize it your hand lifts from where you’d dug them in the sheets by your side and reaches to slide into his soft blond hair.

His eyes flutter at the touch and he abandons your skin in favour of leaning into the touch for a moment but you can’t complain, not when he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. It has a warmth bloom inside your chest, snug and soothing.

But then the warmth shoots right down to your gut when he turns and attaches his lips to your clit without warning.

You hiss at the sudden pressure, your fingers digging into his scalp. You glare weakly into the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks up at you.

“Still sensitive,” he says against your clit, making you twitch.

“No shit,” you huff, breaking into a moan when his tongue flits out and starts to press firm circles around the bud. Your body tenses as your mouth falls open with harsh breaths, your hand tightening in his hair.  

Soul takes in every shift in your expression with his eyes as he drags his tongue down before letting it circle around your entrance.

He groans at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations sending you whimpering. He abandons his careful ministrations in favour of flattening his tongue against you and drinking up every bit of the mess that’s been left behind from your previous encounters.

Your hips push up to grind against his face but his hand on your stomach keeps you easily pinned down as he has his way with you.

Breathy moans from your lips spill out from the rapid flicks of his tongue against you and the way his little grunts spread little embers of sensation right through your core.

You only just notice the way his own hips are grinding into the mattress and the knowledge that he’s that turned on from just pleasuring you has your head reeling.

The blunt tip of his tongue pushes against your entrance, but it doesn’t stop this time; it pushes in with ease and leaves you gasping. 

“Sh-Shota!” Your hand pushes down on his head of its own volition, trying to push him as deep in as he can go.

You feel it deeper than you expect it, the wet muscle prodding and sliding against your pulsing walls. When he groans, you feel it inside you.

His arms can’t restrain the way you’re squirming anymore with how hard your body’s starting to tremble. Every sensation feels like it’s dialed above ten with sensitivity. You don’t feel uncomfortable to have something breaching inside of you like all those times before with your ex; it actually makes you feel relieved and not like you’re being invaded. And you feel like you’ll lose your mind if it doesn’t stay in, doesn’t move.

So when you start to roll your hips up to fuck up against his tongue, Soul lets you, and pushes his tongue in tandem with your movements.

And when the tip of his nose rubs right against your clit with every movement, your control is gone.

You’re not sure what sounds are leaving your mouth but you don’t care, you just keep chasing the pleasure, keep fucking yourself up on his tongue, practically riding his face.

You start to fear you’re suffocating him and when you try to pull back, Soul buries himself right back into you. He’s whining against you, his eyes lidded and glossed over as he drowns himself in your cunt, and the rocking bed reminds you that he’s just as into this as you are.

It’s the combination of that, the pussy-drunk look on his face, and the way his tongue caresses your walls with each thrust that has your thighs clamping down on his head as you ride out your third orgasm right on his face.

Soul’s body shudders with a loud moan into you as you come around his tongue and he drinks you right up, not letting a single drop go to waste. He licks you through the high before he detaches from you with a soft kiss to your clit that does nothing to ease the tremors still rocking through you.

He lifts his head and you nearly moan at the sight of him; cheeks flushed, lower face drenched with you and eyes glazed over, looking practically drunk off of you and ready to devour you whole again.

“Jesus, Shota,” you mutter, having to raise your eyes to the ceiling to keep yourself from losing your mind again at just the sight of him like that between your thighs.

He responds by climbing up your body and kissing you eagerly.

You tense, taken aback by the sudden taste of yourself but you’re quickly coaxed into the kiss by his eager lips and tongue. You melt into the kiss, snaking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down on you. He follows, pressing every inch of himself against you. 

You’re stopped short when you feel the half hard length of him pressing on your thigh along with a noticeable dampness on his shorts against your bare skin.

You pull back from the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Did you… come from that?”

He doesn’t even look the least bit embarrassed as he nods and dives right back for your lips.

You’re powerless to stop him; too boneless to do anything but you can’t say you want him to stop. He dives eagerly into your mouth again and you meet him with a languid pace of your own, not that he minds.

You can feel your mind start to float away again as his hands eagerly wander over your body, grabbing and kneading every curve of your flesh as they pass, paying special attention to your chest.

He’s hardening quickly against your thigh as he eagerly bucks his hips against you, seemingly lost in his mind just seeking out any bits of pleasure.

You reach down for his erection, to help him out like he’s helped you, until he’s yanked up off you. 

You mourn the loss with a panicked noise, trying to reach to drag him back to you. But your hands drop right back down when your eyes clear and you see Keeho holding Soul back with an arm around his throat.

Soul’s hands fly up to Keeho’s forearm as he blinks out of his own haze and comes into realization of what’s happening. His face flushes when he sees Keeho, who looks annoyed but no less amused. “Hyung,” he croaks, a little nervous.

Keeho raises a brow at him, a scolding look. “You’re way past your time, Shota,” he states before snapping those piercing, heated eyes to you.

Your heart jolts when you see the way his pupils are blown open in a heavy desire that pushes your breaths back down your throat.

“And you’re stealing mine,” Keeho adds, all amusement gone as his voice deepens into a threat.

Keeho releases Soul and Soul quickly scampers off the bed, grabs his shirt, and practically runs out of the room without another word.

But your eyes are stuck under the heavy weight of Keeho’s and you feel your body thrumming with a fresh wave of nerves.

His lips quirk up into a small smirk but there’s no mirth there. “Having fun?” He asks as he climbs onto the bed, on his knees so he hovers over your trembling body. When you don’t respond, he clicks his tongue. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” The implication of what might happen if you don’t answer settles dauntingly in your head.

“Yes,” you quickly answer, and he smiles as he moves to lift your legs before settling to sit between them. You tense at the thought of picking right back up without a chance to recover from Soul. “W-Wait, I need some time.”

“Too bad,” he says easily as he reaches over to grab one of your pillows. “That’s something I don’t have right now.”

Without your control, your body shuffles away from him, like it’s trying to protect itself from the danger behind Keeho’s words. But his hand clamps down on your thigh and he pulls you easily back towards him.

“Where you going, pretty?” He asks you with a sly grin that has you squirming. “Don’t worry. You won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” He pats the underside of your ass. “Up.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

He sighs before he hooks his arm under your waist and lifts you easily, shoving the pillow he grabbed under your hips before dropping you back down.

The way he’s able to handle you so easily has your stomach flipping and your eyes locking onto the way the material of his shirt stretches around his bicep as it flexes when he moves.

He notices your leering and grins, using his hands to push your legs apart. This new angle, hips propped up on the pillow for better access, has you feeling even more exposed. Your legs try to close on their own but Keeho quickly pushes them apart, clicking his tongue. “Keep ‘em apart for me,” he says, leaving you no room to disobey, so you don’t.

His eyes lock onto your cunt, and if possible, his gaze darkens. “Cute,” he says, glancing up at you. “Just like the rest of you.”

You avert his gaze, flustered, and he chuckles fondly. You’re not sure where all your confidence has gone. You suppose it’s different with Keeho, your leader, as opposed to your younger members.

“Cute,” he repeats before pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, heavy and warm. “Have you taken anything inside yet?”

You swallow, feeling a little embarrassed to have to say the words aloud but you’ve been laid bare and exposed to your friends in so many ways already so it really shouldn’t feel so awkward anymore. Yet still. 

“Shota’s tongue,” you answer in a thin voice, and he hums in acknowledgement. 

“Did it feel good?”

You take in a shaky breath, your walls clamping around nothing like they’re remembering the feel of Soul’s tongue stretching them.

Keeho notices the way you flutter and chuckles. “That’s a yes then.” His palms start to slide down a path on the insides of your thighs slowly. “Has it ever felt good like that before? Having anything inside?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it, so you shake your head no.

The look in his eyes softens as his palms rest just outside of your heat. “Everyone treating you well so far?” He asks you, rough voice dulled into something gentler.

Your lips are helpless to the small smile that tugs on them; even now, Keeho upholds his leader role. He’s always been the one to look out for you and it puts you at ease to know that it’s no different now.

“Very,” you answer honestly. “Better than I could’ve imagined.”

“Good,” he says, mirroring your smile and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your knee. “This whole thing’s been about showing you how you should be treated. Sounds like we’re on the right track.”

You hum when his hands gently knead the flesh of your inner thighs. “Yeah. Guess I was wrong to think— fuck!”

Your thoughts as yanked right out of your head when Keeho pushes a thick finger inside of you all the way to the hilt in one smooth slide.

You look up at him with wide eyes. “Keeho!”

The grin on his lips is careless and predatory as he watches the way his finger sinks into you so easily. “Sorry baby, but I don’t have that much time left thanks to Shota.” He keeps his finger still as his other hand comes down and presses the thumb lightly against your clit, making you jolt. “Good thing you’re so sensitive.”

That’s all he says before he starts to pump his finger into you while his thumb circles your clit in quick, tight circles.

The touch to your clit feels more painful than pleasurable from the sensitivity, and it has you trying to buck away as high, frantic whines leave your lips, but Keeho is quick to hold you down with his forearm.

“Shh baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the inside of your trembling knee as he continues to abuse your cunt with his quick pace. “It’ll feel better soon.”

And he’s right, because even though it burns, the pain slowly embers away into a pleasure that has you bucking up to his finger rather than away.

Keeho, who’s watching your expressions with a laser focus, grins when your features smooth down with pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” he whispers and the words go right to your head and fill it with a hazy fog. “So good for holding out. Think you can take another one for me?”

Your breaths come out with little whines as you nod, eyes starting to go bleary.

“Say it for me,” he urges gently. “Need to hear you, pretty.”

You blink rapidly as you try to push the word through the fog in your head and out of your mouth. “Y-Yes,” you breathe, voice weak. “Can— ngh— take another.”

You feel his finger inside of you slow then feel the blunt tip of another start to press in with the next thrust. Just the two fingers feel almost overwhelming, a rougher feel than Soul’s tongue, but your walls, relaxed from three orgasms, take him in without protest.

Keeho’s thumb on your clit falters when he sees how easily you take him in. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, then pushes both fingers as far as they’ll go.

You whimper, feeling them so deep inside you, deeper than anything you’ve felt. And you’re left wanting more.

“More,” you plead, your hips rolling up to feel them press deeper despite already pushed all the way in. 

You think you see Keeho’s eyes flash with hunger but your mind is far too gone right now to pay close attention. 

“Fuck,” he grunts under his breath. “I’m gonna need you to myself sometime.”

Then he’s fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, his thumb spurring back to life over your clit to match the reckless pace.

You’re thrashing and moaning unabashedly, though you don’t have much control over any of your reactions anymore. Your hips buck up pathetically to meet his pace but he’s far too fast for you to keep up with. He has you feeling like liquid fire as he takes you apart with just his fingers and you can tell there’s no way you’ll last even the next three minutes, far too sensitive to every stimulation.

Then he does something you don’t quite understand. He stops, curls his fingers inside you, then resumes in a way that has the tips of his fingers abusing a spot inside of you that has you feeling the fire all over your body, has you arching off the bed as you scream out his name.

“That’s it,” he whispers, doubling down and pumping his fingers even faster.

But now there’s a new feeling in your gut, something you’re not familiar with at all and something strangely like you might be releasing things you very much don’t want to.

Your hands claw at Keeho’s arm that holds you down, trying to push him off but he’s like iron. “K-Keeho!” You cry through a trembling voice, trying to warn him with wide eyes.

But he doesn’t stop, keeps his heated gaze on your panicked face. “Don’t fight it,” he tells you. His fingers are relentless against that spot inside of you and has you barreling to something much faster than you’re prepared for. “Just give into it. I got you, baby. Come for me.”

That’s when it happens. Liquid, a lot of it, spraying out of you as your body jerks violently through your orgasm.

This one pierces through you harder than the others, electric fire that has your vision white and mind blank for how long, you can’t tell, but you just know that you’re gone. 

It takes you a while to piece yourself whole, barely though. When your vision slowly strings itself back together, it’s to the sight of Keeho staring down at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed and soaked from his chin to his shirt to his forearm with his fingers still buried in you.

You’re struck with the terrifying thought of what you might have just done and you feel yourself grow cold with mortification.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, feeling tears prickle at your eyes as you try to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what just—“

But before you can get far, Keeho grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him, leaning over to crush his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss.

You yelp in pain at the hard clash of teeth and you barely get to process the kiss at all before he pulls back enough to mumble into your lips. “You just squirted,” he says, like he can’t quite believe it himself.

You blink up at him as he stares you down like he wants to ruin you all over again. You had no idea that you could even do that, or that it could be brought out of you so quickly.

Keeho grins at your shock before sealing his lips back over yours, swallowing your little whine of surprise. “I’m keeping you,” he mutters into the kiss as he digs his teeth into your lip. “Jiung can go fuck off, I’m gonna make you squirt for me again.”

You don’t get to protest that you can’t until another voice behind Keeho intercepts.

“Can I now?”

It’s Jiung’s voice, deep and irritated, as you hear it close in.

Your eyes fly open to see Jiung stood over you two by the bed, his hands shoved into his pockets. He doesn’t look happy. He looks impatient, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. 

Keeho still doesn’t pull away from you; his fingers dig deeper into your hips and he kisses you more insistently like he’s trying to take as much as he can before you’re taken away from him.

“Keeho,” Jiung says in a tone that promises threat. It’s a tone that does dangerous things to your brain.

Keeho pulls back from your lips reluctantly, gaze locked onto you as he tells Jiung, “She squirted,” like it’s pertinent information.

It must be, because you see Jiung’s hard expression falter with shock before settling down into something more intense.

“Okay,” he responds slowly. “Now move.”

Keeho rolls his eyes but slowly pulls himself up to his knees, reluctant to let you go. You can see him straining against his sweats and realize with a start that he hasn’t come.

“You haven’t…” You start but break off when both of their eyes fall on you. 

Keeho shakes his head with a lazy grin. “Don’t worry about me.” He pauses then turns to Jiung. “Actually, can I stay and watch?”

Jiung doesn’t hear him, he’s too busy taking in the mess that is you. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze drag down your skin like a tangible force.

“Hm?” He asks, distracted. When he processes the words, he pulls his eyes off of you but it looks like it takes him great effort to. 

Keeho rolls his eyes and adjusts himself with his hand, wincing a little. “Mind if I stay?”

Jiung watches him quietly, considering, before he looks back at you. “That’s up to her.”

You freeze under both of their gazes. As much as the thought intimidates you, you can’t help but feel thrilled by it. Besides, you would feel a little guilty sending Keeho off without any relief even if he can handle it on his own. Everyone else has finished with you, so it would only be fair.

“Fine by me,” you concede, and Keeho lights up.

Jiung interjects before Keeho can celebrate too early. “You can’t interfere,” he says sternly, then points to the reading chair in the corner of the room. “Go sit there.”

“So bossy,” Keeho muses but he’s still grinning as he clambers off the bed and makes his way to his assigned spot. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”

A hard task, considering the fact that you can still see him at the edge of your vision and he has a perfect view of the scene. But the concept of a third party still has your head spinning in a new direction.

Your attention is dragged back to Jiung who climbs onto the bed and sits himself at the end with crossed legs. You pull yourself to sit up on shaky limbs, still recovering from your intense climax, folding your legs over your chest for some semblance of cover.

You’re grateful that Jiung doesn’t look like he’s ready to pounce anytime soon, eager for the chance to recover for whatever he might have in store for you.

That makes you wonder what it is that Jiung chose for his turn. You’re well aware of his dislike for physical contact so you’re not sure how to picture him in this setting.

Though the way his dark eyes settle on you, ready to tear you apart with just his gaze alone, has you questioning everything you know about him.

“You haven’t been drinking your water,” he says plainly, and even just that simple observation, the thought of him being upset with you in any capacity, keeps you on your toes.

It’s his voice, you think, that drives you crazy; a deep timbre that invades every corner of your head and settles at the base of your chest. Like it crawls everywhere around you and holds you down under its submission without your say.

You snap out of your trance when he narrows his eyes impatiently at you, flushing. “Oh.” You look over at the bottle that remains nearly full.

Looking at it makes you realize just how parched you are so you snatch it and swig down nearly half the litre. You think you might hear Jiung mutter something along the lines of, “Told you idiots to make sure she stays hydrated,” to the side of the room.

You place the water back down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You feel better despite the physical weight of your body trying to lull you down but your mind is still wide awake and on high alert.

You turn your attention back and see that Jiung is still watching you intently, now leaning back casually on his palms. The silence has you itching to break it and ask him about the question that’s lingering in your head but you’re a little intimidated by his gaze.

“Spit it out.”

You nearly jump from his sudden voice cutting through the silence. “Huh?”

“I can see you’re thinking something,” he says, tilting his head slightly. His face is impassive; you’ve never really been able to tell what he’s thinking during quiet moments. But he has no problems reading you. “What is it?”

You bite down on your lip as you wrap your arms defensively around yourself. “You don’t like touch,” you start.

He raises a brow before nodding slowly. “That’s true.”

“So…” You continue, struggling to hold eye contact. “How does this work then?”

You’re not sure what to make of the slow smile that climbs up his lips. It’s not one of his bright, sunny ones. It’s a quieter, more calculating slant of his lips that has you wishing you’d just kept shut.

“Simple,” he answers. “I’m not going to touch you.”

Now you’re confused, but more than that, you’re disappointed. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining his voice deepening by the second. “I’m going to talk you through touching yourself.”

When he sees the blank look in your eyes, his smile widens, almost fond but more so like he enjoys watching you flounder about.

“I’m going to tell you what to do,” he continues, “and you’re going to do as I say. Okay?”

You’re starting to realize where this is heading and the thought floods you with embarrassment. “You’re just going to… watch?” You ask, then glance over at Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold with rampant attention as he traces his thumb lazily over his clothed erection.

“Sure,” Jiung answers, pulling your eyes back to him. “If that’s what you want.”

You’re reminded of what Intak had told you; that you’re the one who holds the power here. You haven’t exactly tested how much of that is true but now you’re starting to think it’s a viable option for you whenever you’d like it. 

It’s that knowledge that has you straightening with a newfound courage. “Okay.”

His brows raise at you, that tiny smile still on his lips. “Yeah?” He asks, and it’s a little bit infuriating that he’s still looking at you like you’re a cute, clueless little thing.

“Yes,” you say firmly, meeting his eyes. “Now are you going to get on with it? Isn’t your little time limit ticking away?”

His jaw ticks at your sudden pushing. “I have some leeway, considering some people—“ He throws a sharp eye over to Keeho, “—don’t have manners.”

“Hey,” Keeho cuts in, indignantly. “Shota was eating my time.”

But he goes ignored as Jiung focuses back on you. “Fix your pillows and lean back. Get comfortable.”

A part of you wants to defy just to see what he does but you find yourself falling prey to the cadence of his voice yet again. You’ve always been a sucker for it. More often than not, you’ve completely zoned out to just listen to the sound of voice rather than what he’s trying to explain to you in the studio, leaving you in an awkward situation when he catches on. You think maybe this is his way of getting back at you with it somehow.

Once you’ve stacked all your pillows behind you, you lean back and settle down, your knees still pulled up to your chest. You don’t find yourself withering under his gaze anymore, not when you know just the sight of you is having an effect on him too by the way he’s starting to tent in his grey sweats.

“Good,” he comments offhandedly, his eyes moving down to your legs, or rather, trying to see past them. “Open your legs.”

When you hesitate, he shoots a sharp look up at your face that has your legs immediately pushing apart to reveal all of yourself to him, your knees bent at your sides. 

You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and hear the faint shake of his breath when his eyes catch onto your core, still glistening. It’s starting to pool with a new wave of arousal that’s brought on by just the sound of Jiung’s voice.

His eyes move away with effort and rake up your body, stopping at your chest. “Anyone touched them yet?”

You’re still a little blindsided by how casually he— all of them, really— talk about all of this but you figure it’s about time to just get used to it. “Intak and Soul.”

He hums. “Expected. Play with them.”

It takes a second for you to process the command but when you do, it’s like your hands glide up your body on their own. You’ve never thought to stimulate your chest before on your solitary nights, but now that you know it’s a valid option thanks to Intak, that you’re sensitive there, you’re not opposed to it. You’re just not prepared for your first time touching yourself there to be in front of Jiung.

You take the soft mounds in your hands and squeeze gently. You’re surprised to find it a pleasant sensation under your own touch but it might also just be from the two sets of eyes watching your every move.

“Play with your nipples,” Jiung tells you, shifting slightly in his seat. His eyes are locked onto your hands. “Use your thumbs— yeah, just like that.”

You sigh softly as your thumbs circle around the already stiff peaks, feeling the soft burn of the stimulation spread throughout your chest. You take one between your fingers and tug gently, drawing a soft whine out of yourself. You nearly miss the way Jiung’s cock jumps against the confines of his revealing sweats.

You try and fail not to let that go to your head as you drag your eyes up to his face, the one so threaded with focus on you it’s nearly maddening.

“Jiung,” you say, voice breathy already. 

He doesn’t move his eyes. “Hm?”

“Take off your hoodie,” you tell him, and that gets his attention. “Wanna see your tattoos.”

You preen internally at the light blush that rises on his cheeks. Like you expected he would have to, he obeys. He tugs the collar of his purple hoodie up and pulls it off himself in one smooth go, tossing it to the corner of the bed.

Your hands falter on yourself as your eyes rake over the ink on his pale skin; vines and leaves adorning the sides of his ribs, butterflies tracing over his abs and trailing tantalizingly down beneath the boxers peaking out of his sweats, and the crescent moon placed centre in his chest.

“Pretty,” you find yourself saying and learn then that Jiung blushes down his chest.

“Take one hand off,” he says hurriedly, like he’s trying to take the situation back under his hand. But you can see the way that his chest has started rising a little more with each breath.

You obey regardless, dropping your right hand in your lap. 

His eyes move back down to your core. “Spread it open,” he says. “Wanna see everything. But don’t touch your clit.”

You lick your lips nervously, feeling your cheeks burn, but you move your right hand down and slide two fingers between your folds making sure to avoid your aching clit. The heat of your own skin is a nice reprieve until you scissor the fingers open, spreading yourself apart and exposing to the cool air.

You can hear his breath hitch as his jaw clenches at the sight. “You’re gushing,” he mutters to himself, an observation you’re well aware of but has you squirming when you hear it aloud. “Take some of it. Circle your clit. Lightly.”

You expected him to make you tease yourself more but with the choppy breaths he’s taking and the short sentences, you sense he’s starting to lose patience. Or lose time. Either way, you don’t deny yourself the pleasure. 

You collect some of the arousal with both of your fingers then drag them up to your clit. You keep your touch light as you circle slowly, sighing deeply at the touch.

You hear a soft grunt to your left and glance over to Keeho. You’d nearly forgotten about him, but the sight of him has your fingers faltering. He has his hand down his sweats, stroking himself slowly. His head is thrown back against the back of the chair, hair messy over his forehead, cheeks flushed, plush lips bitten red and parted as he pants sharply. His eyes are hooded slits as they watch your hand work yourself, fisting his own cock to match the slow pace of your fingers.

Your gaze is pulled back to Jiung when he snaps, “Eyes on me.” His own eyes are impossibly dark and his jaw is set tightly. “Don’t look at him.”

You give him a small nod, whining softly as you focus back on moving your fingers steadily over your aching clit. It’s hard to not notice the way Jiung is straining against his pants.

“Jiung,” you say through a breath, lifting your eyes back to his face. “Touch yourself.”

Your command takes him aback. You can see the conflict in his eyes to put himself in a vulnerable position to not only you, but with Keeho in the room too. 

Sensing his hesitation, Keeho pipes up. “C’mon, Jiung,” he says, voice light despite the strain. His breaths are audible through his words. “You gotta do what she says.”

So you really do have the power here.

You raise your brow challengingly at Jiung and he finally relents, letting his arousal win, though not without sending you a hard look first.

He leans back on one hand before letting the other slip down into his sweats. He grasps himself in a hard squeeze that has him tilting his head back and letting out a low groan. You want to trace the way that his throat shifts around another groan with your tongue.

He rolls his head to the side to focus his gaze back on you. He doesn’t do much with his hand, just lets it rest there and squeeze himself every few seconds.

“How many fingers did Keeho use on you?” He asks. His voice sounds heavier with arousal.

“Two.”

“Put one in. All the way, and don’t stall.”

You can see the impatience worn clearly on his face in furrowed brows and hardened edges. Without delay, you divert your hand and push your middle finger into yourself in one smooth slide. Even as it presses all the way in you find yourself mourning Keeho’s longer, thicker ones.

“Good girl,” Jiung praises and it goes straight to your cunt, making it pulse around your finger. “In and out, slowly— yeah, just like that.” He looks in a near trance at the way your walls suck your finger in with each languid thrust, leaking steadily around it.

You see his hand start to move now as he starts to stroke himself slowly to match the pace of your finger.

You find yourself cursing those grey sweats for blocking your vision. 

“Stop,” you tell him, and he pauses his hand with a confused albeit annoyed look on his face. “I wanna see you.”

His jaw ticks but he doesn’t hesitate this time. He lifts himself a little, pushing his sweats and boxers down just enough to reveal himself before taking his cock back in his hand and squeezing. “Better?” He asks you sardonically.

Yes, you want to say but your voice is stuck in your throat. Because the sight of him, long and hard and a pretty shade of pink as it strains with arousal, has you nearly moaning.

You push your finger into you a little quicker without thinking and Jiung takes that as his answer. “Slow down,” he snaps, and when you do, adds, “Put another one in.”

You push your ring finger in to join, moaning softly at the stretch but it still feels nothing like Keeho’s. When Jiung gives you the go, you pick up the pace again, a little faster by his order.

You try to prod around to reach for that spot that Keeho had practically torn you apart with but you can’t. Jiung notices the frustration on your face and laughs softly. “We’ll get there. Use your other hand on your clit. We need to get another finger in first.”

You bite down on your lip to hold in your whimper. Your other hand, which was just sitting limply against your chest at this point, falls quickly to press tight circles against your clit.

Everything you’re doing to yourself feels better than you’ve ever managed to make yourself feel in the past. Maybe it’s because of the soft grunts and moans and the slick sounds of skin against skin coming from the corner of your room where you’re forbidden to look at; maybe it’s because of the way that Jiung sits pretty in front of you, fisting his own cock to the sight of you getting yourself off; maybe it’s because of the way that he mutters soft praises to you every few moments and urges you to go faster, slower, deeper, shallower; maybe it’s not the commands at all but just his voice— but all of it brings you closer and closer to another daunting climax.

“Put another one in,” Jiung tells you, his breaths coming harder around his words. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself in tandem to your pace. “Need to get you properly stretched out.”

The implication of those words falls past you as you start to press your index finger in with the others, the stretch making your body tense and your other hand falter.

It burns a little but it burns good. The amount of slick still spilling out of you makes the way in easier, and soon you’re steadily pumping three fingers in while your other hand works your clit again, short moans tumbling out of your lips.

Jiung’s breaths are even more laboured as his fist speeds up over himself, his eyes starting to glass over. He’s fighting against them as they keep trying to flutter shut. He’s starting to sound a little ruined too as he speaks. “Hook your fingers up,” he says, then continues at your confused look. “The spot that you were looking for. Hook your fingers. Up.”

You follow his instructions and crook your fingers, but you still can’t seem to reach it. How Keeho had managed to find it with such scary precision, you desperately want to know.

“I-I can’t,” you whine, hating the desperate sound of your voice but you can feel yourself close, so close, but you need that final edge to push you over. The stimulation to your clit isn’t enough anymore, not after everything you’ve felt tonight.

Jiung starts to look a little panicked as his eyes flick over to your nightstand, and you realize he’s probably running out of time.

“Okay,” he says, his hand pausing over himself when he sees your eyes well with frustration. You see the way his cock twitches as it’s neglected but he ignores it in favour of focusing on you. “I can’t touch you, but just listen to my voice—“

“That won’t be necessary.”

Your head snaps to the left. The sight of Theo standing against the doorway with his arms crossed has a sinking feeling intruding the arousal in your gut. Everything stops, like the moment is waiting with baited breath for Theo to take it under his command.

You’d nearly forgotten that Theo was still to come. And when you realize the only thing that could possibly be left for his turn, your body freezes over.

“Taeyang,” Jiung says after recovering from his surprise. “I still have a few minutes left.”

Theo pushes himself up straight, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he makes his way in. He doesn’t acknowledge Keeho, who’s also stopped still and staring with wide eyes, as he makes his way over to the bed. There’s a small smile on his lips, lazy, like he’s only mildly interested in everything that’s happening.

“I gave you plenty of extra time,” he tells Jiung while keeping his disinterested eyes on you. “And you still failed.”

You bristle under his stare but he’s quickly moving on to focus on Jiung, who’s looking more nervous now than irritated.

“I told you I should’ve gone earlier,” Jiung mutters through grit teeth as Theo circles around the bed to hover over Jiung’s back.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Theo asks coolly. He leans over Jiung’s shoulder and looks down where Jiung is still holding himself in a tight grip. “Did she tell you to touch yourself?”

Jiung doesn’t answer verbally, only nods. 

“Hm…” Theo lowers his head to rest his chin on Jiung’s shoulder, making him flinch at the sudden contact. “Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should’ve focused more on her and less on yourself.”

Jiung works his jaw in frustration but stays still. “You said we should listen to her.”

“Should,” Theo repeats with a grin. “The ‘when necessary’ was implied.”

“Taeyang, I swear—“

Theo doesn’t let him finish. “You’re done with her,” he says, easy and stern, as he lifts himself off of Jiung, leaving the other boy wide eyed and incredulous.

“Are you serious?” He snaps, looking up at him with a glare.

“Very. You know the rules,” Theo answers as he makes his way back around to stand at the side of the bed, between you and Jiung. “Get behind her.”

Jiung’s brows furrow, matching your own confusion. “What?”

Theo simply smiles at Jiung as he reads him his fate. “You’re gonna get behind her so I can fuck her on you. And don't even think about coming.”

You feel your insides churn as the words settle, your hands, after unsheathing from yourself while their attention was off of you, curling into the sheets. Everything Theo is saying is so… casual. But he’s talking about fucking you on top of Jiung. That’s far from casual and far from anything you’re prepared for.

But the look on Jiung’s face tells you he’s having it worse. He pales, throat tight as he asks, “Why?”

“Punishment,” Theo says, like it’s obvious. “We set out on a mission here to show her everything she was missing out on. And you failed. So, punishment.” He leans down, invading Jiung’s space and leveling his condescending gaze inches away from his. “Are we clear?”

You can see Jiung’s face twitch as he restrains himself from lashing out. But then he nods, an act of quick submission that takes you by surprise. You start to wonder just what kind of hold your oldest member has over not just you, but the rest of the group.

Then Theo’s eyes are on you where you’re curled up, trying to shield yourself away from whatever was unravelling in front of you.

“Is that okay with you?” He asks you, voice momentarily shedding that commanding edge.

Honestly, you don’t care what happens anymore as long as you get to come again. Even if the thought of Theo being the one to fuck you to it is daunting, with his domineering aura and seemingly sadistic tendencies. But the part of you that’s still loose in the head from everything that’s happened tonight finds you wanting to give yourself over and let him take care of you, let him show you what you’re missing out on, by his words. Even if it was at the expense of Jiung’s sanity. You’ll pay him back later.

“Fine by me.”

A heavy silence fills the room as the confirmation of what’s about to happen settles in the thick air. 

Until Keeho breaks it with a pouty whine of, “Wait what about me?”

He’s still sitting on the chair, splayed out with his legs spread, elbows on the armrests while one hand squeezed around the base of himself. He’d shoved his pants down so you can actually see just how painfully hard he still is, almost purpling at the tip. Your mouth nearly waters at the thought of running your tongue along the thick vein that you can see protruding along his underside from where you’re sitting.

Theo catches your eye with a questioning brow raise. It’s up to you, he says silently with them.

“He can use my mouth,” you blurt without thinking, taking yourself by surprise.

Theo’s eyes flash in shock but his lips quirk up in a proud little smile. “Only when I say you can,” he tells Keeho, before gesturing him over.

Keeho nearly stumbles as he makes his way over to settle at the edge of the bed before shedding himself out of his clothes. You don’t get long to appreciate the valleys of his tan skin, taut over smooth planes of muscles before you’re distracted by Theo. 

Theo, who’s taking off his shirt and has everything else fade away from your focus when you catch a glimpse of the inked crown on the side of his rib cage.

When Theo notices the room in still motion, he rolls his eyes. “What?” He asks, raising a taunting brow at Jiung. “Do I have to order you to do everything now?”

Jiung’s lips twitch down in a scowl. “No,” he says smoothly despite the sharpness in his eyes. He goes to pull his sweats back up but Theo grabs his ankle and yanks him forward, sending Jiung sprawling on his back with a panicked grunt.

“Off,” Theo says sharply down at him, leaving no room for protest as his hand squeezes tightly around his ankle.

Jiung stares up at Theo with wide eyes, red heat climbing up his neck. You don’t miss the way his cock jumps, and neither does Theo.

But Theo shows him mercy and lets go of him, letting him scramble out of his layers and shuffle to the head of the bed where you are.

Your limbs lock up when Theo turns his full attention to you. He reaches forward and wraps his muscled arms around you to pull you forward as Jiung settles behind you. You relish in the warmth of Theo’s skin before he’s placing you so that your back is laying against Jiung’s front while he’s laid back the pile of pillows you made earlier.

You gasp softly when you fully settle against him, feeling Jiung’s erection prodding at your lower back, stiff and hot against you. You hear Jiung hiss softly softly at the contact behind your head.

His skin is warm and a little damp against your back but the feeling of him behind you, his presence just there, is almost grounding. His hands come up to hold your waist but Theo is quick to interject.

“Don’t touch her,” he says sharply and Jiung immediately fists his hands into the sheets.

You hear a chuckle to your right followed by Keeho’s teasing, albeit a little strained, voice. “I’ve never seen him so obedient.”

Theo glances over to share a playful grin. “You just don’t know how to handle him yet.”

“Even after all these years," Keeho muses dramatically. “Might have to take a lesson or two from you, Taeyang.”

“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Jiung snaps in an uncharacteristic show of short temper.

You haven’t heard him like that in a couple years, but hearing his deep voice right by your ear now, rough and sharp as he speaks, is doing things to your body you don’t want to address.

And of course, Theo catches the way your eyes flutter and you inhale sharply, and you nearly wither away under the devilish grin that curls on his lips. “I knew it,” he says. 

You turn your face away from him. “Know what?”

He grabs your chin to turn your gaze back at him. “Don’t try to hide,” he warns. “It’s a good thing I’m feeling selfish right now or I’d let him help me ruin you.”

The thought of both Theo and Jiung working you over the edge together has your walls fluttering. And of course, Theo notices that too.

“Dirty girl,” he taunts as he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you. 

From this close you can see the outline of him, large and heavy, through his loose pants and he’s not even fully hard yet. Your body thrums with nerves at the thought of having to take that size inside of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you, smug when he sees the way you eye him. “Don’t think you can take it?”

You grit your teeth, meeting his taunting gaze with a sharp one of your own. “Isn’t time ticking, Yangie?”

He takes your chin in his hand, shoving his thumb into your mouth and holding your tongue down. You whine at the sudden intrusion, trying to clamp your mouth down but he’s firm in the way he tugs down and holds you open. “I think that should be the least of your concerns right now.”

Jiung pipes up in your defence behind you. “Are you saying you’re not biding the time limit?” He’s tense behind you, his voice still tight the way he speaks to Theo.

Theo’s eyes lift to Jiung’s over your head. “If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening,” he says, and there’s no response from Jiung. Theo looks back down to you, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, threatening to nearly gag you. “I think I should get a little leeway for that, shouldn’t I?”

You just glare back at him in response. You’re not sure what it is about him, but he brings out the defiant nature in you. Maybe you just want to see how far you can push.

Theo smiles down at you before pulling his thumb out. “Cute.” Then he’s shoving two of his fingers back in your mouth, deep enough to actually have you gag this time before pulling out halfway and just letting them sit over your tongue.

You blink through the tears that have risen and see that all amusement is gone from Theo’s eyes, leaving cold indifference.

“Do you plan on mouthing off again?” He asks you, in an eerily gentle voice.

You think you might die if things get strung out too long; you’re still aching from not getting to finish from your time with Jiung.

So you shake your head no and Theo pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Good girl,” he says, then moves his hand down to push those fingers into your cunt. 

You gasp sharply, pushing yourself back on Jiung at the sudden invasion, your legs trying to lock shut but Theo keeps them apart. You can feel Jiung’s cock kick against your back but you’re more focused on Theo’s fingers stretching you, shorter than Keeho’s but thicker.

Theo hums, watching your walls squeeze around him as he scissors his fingers open like it’s something clinical, completely ignoring the way you’re whining and writhing at the burn.

“It’ll fit,” he decides before pulling his fingers out.

You let out a shaky breath of relief, your head dropping back on Jiung’s shoulder.

Jiung’s body is taut with restraint behind you, his breaths coming out harshly against your left ear. He’s like stone against your lower back, hot and pulsing. You shift back a little, pushing yourself against his erection and you hear his breath hitch with a quiet whine only you can hear.

“Don’t,” you hear him whisper under his heavy breath. 

It all goes unnoticed by Theo who’s busy working himself out of the rest of his clothes. And you forget all about Jiung when you’re met with the sight of Theo who’s thick enough at only half mast to have your legs clamping shut in fear.

“You’re not going to fit,” you say quickly, panicked as you try to shove yourself further into Jiung. 

“Fuck, stop,” Jiung grunts behind you as he grabs your waist and holds you down to keep you from brushing against him.

Theo doesn’t chastise him but he does point you with a sharp look as he takes a hold of himself, stroking slowly. “You can take it,” he says, using his free hand to pry your knees apart again. “You’ve been preparing the whole night for it. It’ll fit.”

“Still,” you whine, feeling your head rush as you watch him thicken in his grasp. 

You’re still squirming yourself out of Theo’s grip despite him getting increasingly annoyed. 

“Jiung, hold her legs open.”

You hear Jiung scoff over your ear. “I thought you didn’t want me to touch her.”

One sharp look from Theo has Jiung reaching around you to grab you under your knees and pull your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Theo.

You turn your face into Jiung’s neck to hide, still trembling in his hold. You can’t help but feel a little humiliated being pried open like this in front of them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes.

The press of soft, plush lips against your jaw has you peeking out to see Theo an inch from your face and looking down at you with a softer edge to his still heated gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures you. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Your eyes flutter closed as you try to take ahold of your uneven breaths. This is your Theo, the one who gives you the sweater off his back when you’re cold, the one who gives you his seat when everything else is taken, the one who’s always the first to make you laugh when you’re down. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, blinking away the tears.

“Yeah,” you breathe, peering up into his eyes, easing down at the soft smile that grows on his lips. “I trust you.”

He lets his eyes linger in yours, searching for any more signs of distress. When he doesn’t find any, he leans forward to press his lips to yours.

The kiss is gentle, grounding, caring— everything your Theo is.

But the soft spell is broken when you feel the blunt head of his cock against your clit. 

He swallows the moan right from your lips before he lifts from the kiss, meeting your wide eyes with his that have lost the softness in them.

“You’re gonna take it for me, ‘kay?” That stony edge to his voice is back and you find yourself falling under its weight.

You nod quickly and Theo kisses you again, hard and searching as he drags the head of his cock down to your entrances and pushes.

You pull back from the kiss, tossing your head back over Jiung’s shoulder as you let out a broken cry. The stretch of him is nearly unbearable and all encompassing. And it’s only just the tip that breaches into you.

Theo’s forehead drops to your shoulder with a strained grunt, his own body going taut. “Fuck,” he hisses, overwhelmed by how tight your walls are around him.

Your eyes blur with tears as you blink up at the ceiling, breaths stuttering past your lips.

“Just breathe,” you hear Jiung’s soothing voice whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against it as he speaks. “Breathe. You got it.”

You follow his voice, follow his instructions as he guides you through taking Theo to the hilt. You open up slowly, swallowing deep breaths to let your body relax and open up for him. The sweet words from Jiung’s lips— that's it, you’re doing so good for us, so good, just keep breathing, such a good girl— guide you through the paces until Theo buries himself fully inside of you with a deep, shuddering sigh.

“Atta girl,” Theo whispers in your other ear, pressing a quick kiss to it. His voice is rough, strained, and somehow still condescending. “Told you you could take it.”

You whine softly in response because your ability to speak, or think even, is muddled out by the full feeling of him practically tearing you open from the inside. But despite it all, it’s a stretch that has you pulsing around him, like your walls are trying to keep him buried inside of you and keep you full.

Theo grunts at the way your body just sucks him in. His hands brace tightly against your hips before, without a warning, he starts to pull out.

The feeling is just as intense, has you crying out and has tears slipping down your face. But he’s not so patient this time. He pulls out in an agonizing drag until just the tip remains before he slowly pushes back in in that same, torturous drag.

It continues like that, until your cries of pain fade into short, rapid moans as the stretch burns away into pleasure.

Your eyes are blurry and your mind is half there, but you can still make out Theo’s strained words clearly. “Taking me so well,” he says through a grunt as he snaps his hips into you at a pace that’s steadily increasing. “Fit so nice and— ah, fuck— like you were made to take me.” He drops his forehead to yours, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming over his skin as his blown eyes bear down on yours. “Weren’t you?”

Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth so you whine in response, eyes fluttering.

“Yeah you were,” he breathes then pushes into you with a sharp thrust that has you moaning sharply, your hands scrambling to grab onto his arms. “Just made for my cock.”

His hips start to speed up, making sure to drive all the way into you with each thrust. Your body bucks up with each snap, sending you rocking steadily on top of Jiung’s cock.

Jiung is barely holding on behind you; his hands shake as they try desperately to keep you open for Theo, his breaths laboured as they fall rapidly from his lips, his cock throbbing under each rock of your body. It takes great effort to hold back from coming, but he’s already far too close to the edge to where he knows it won’t be possible to hold back for long.

He peers over your trembling body to look up at Theo, his eyes prickling with tears from how painful it’s becoming to hold back.

“Taeyang,” he whispers, and the way Theo’s eyes snap from yours to his, fiery charcoal burning into his own, has him nearly toppling over the edge. He hopes the pleading look on his face is enough to get his question across. But the devil doesn’t make fair deals and Jiung’s got one holding his fate.

“No,” Theo tells him before he turns back to you and starts driving his hips even faster, tossing Jiung right into his own personal little hell as he lays there, neglected and forced to just take.

Theo feels nearly manic at the sigh of both you and Jiung under him, crying for him. But the sight is just too pretty and your walls are so warm as they swallow him in with each rough thrust, that he feels too high off of the power to let it go just yet.

Your eyes are unfocused on him, mind truly well and fucked out after the hours of constant stimulation. There’s a steady stream of moans and whines and babbles of please, please, please’s from your lips that he’s sure you’re not even aware of that spills into the thick air between you.

It goes straight to his cock, pulsing inside of you. But he holds back; he’s not close to done with you yet.

“You’re so noisy,” you hear Theo scold you lightly. 

You can’t process much except for the heavy pressure pounding between your hips at a steady pace and the strokes of fire that spreads from it.

But you hear the command clearly as he glances over at Keeho to your right. “Do something about it, won’t you?”

Before you know it, there's a blunt pressure prodding between your lips. As if on instinct you turn your head and let your jaw fall open to accept Keeho into your mouth, throbbing and salty on your tongue as he starts to shallowly fuck into your mouth.

His face is strained as he looks down at you, eyes wide and glazed over in pure lust. He fists a hand into your hair and holds you in place as he starts to pick up the pace, though it’s already stuttering. 

“M’not gonna last long, pretty,” he pants, hissing with each thrust in. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”

You moan around him at a harsh thrust from Theo, a sound that has Keeho’s cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he snaps, his hand gripping tightly into your hair and sending sharp prickles of pain through your scalp. “Fuck it.” 

Then he’s driving his cock deeper into your mouth at a rapid pace, nearly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust and leaving you gagging each time. But he doesn’t stop, just drives into you, pushing your head into him as he fucks into your warm, pliant mouth. “Take it, take it, take it.”

He comes with a loud, strained moan, pushing your head into his pelvis as he pushes all the way in and spills down your throat, cock twitching as it pulses around him.

It’s the way that your head goes floaty when his cock cuts off your air and you’re forced to swallow his cum, and the way that Theo circles his thumb around your throbbing clit, that does you in.

Your body thrashes in Jiung’s hold as your orgasm rips through you. You moan loudly around Keeho’s cock still buried in you as you come over Theo’s cock, tears streaming down your face and your nails digging roughly into Theo’s arms.

You feel Theo’s pace falter as you tremble through your climax, coughing when Keeho finally pulls out of your mouth. 

You’re pretty sure you’re dead where you lay atop Jiung, still rattling from the orgasm as you come down from it.

But Theo doesn’t even give you the chance to recover from it before he resumes fucking you into the mattress, Jiung too by proxy, at the same rough pace.

Oversensitive and overwhelmed, you start clawing at Theo’s arms again, your body thrashing without your control. “T-Tae—!” Your voice breaks off before you can finish. You’re not sure when you’d started sobbing. 

“Five,” Theo grits through his teeth, eyes still swollen black with desire and lust-drunk mania. He’s panting from the effort of fucking into you at the same, maddening pace. “Promised you six. You’re gonna come for me again.” His breaths are short, and his hips are starting to stutter, but he doesn’t slow down. 

You try to protest and tell him that you can’t, but then he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing down on the sides with his fingers and you get that floaty feeling in your head again, like you’re lifting out of your body. Your body’s starting to feel numb but you also feel everything all at once and you’re not even sure where you’re last orgasm ends, if it even did, and the next one starts, but you’re coming again, body quivering, eyes rolling back, jaw falling open in a silent cry.

The sight tips Theo right over the edge with you as he fucks into you hard, one, twice, three times before he shoved himself all the way in and paints you deep within your walls with hot ropes of his release. He plasters himself down on you as his body gives out but his hips are still grinding into you, rocking his cum deep into you.

You’re not sure when you had passed out— or, did you pass out?— but when you blink your eyes slowly open you’re met with Keeho and Theo’s concerned faces peering down at you.

As soon as your eyes open, their faces wash over in instant relief.

“Thank god, she’s fine,” Keeho says, dropping his head low and sighing in relief. 

Theo turns to Keeho and whacks him on the back of his head. “I told you I didn’t fuck her dead, you idiot.”

Keeho yelps and lifts his head with a glare. “Well, what else was I supposed to think, she went out!”

Theo just glares back at him in silence.

Okay, so you did pass out. But you don’t feel quite awake just yet either, at least not physically. Your bones feel like ten tonne bricks, there’s a sticky soreness thrumming between your hips, and every movement takes a Herculean effort as you try to shift.

The pair of arms wrapped around you, trapping your arms under them, prevents you from moving. You try to shift again but the arms clamp down even tighter and a tiny panicked gasp hits you behind your ear. Jiung.

That’s when you feel it— the thick dampness splattered along your back and Jiung’s softened cock pushed against the small of your back. 

“Hey.” Your focus snaps back onto Keeho as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”

You blink up at him. Besides the heavy limbs, the sore throat, the somewhat bearable ache between your legs, and your syrupy mind, you feel fine— good, even.

“Yeah,” you say, taking all of you by surprise at how croaky your throat is.

Theo turns back to glare at Keeho. “You went too hard on her.”

Keeho whips his head to him, flabbergasted. “You’re one to talk!”

“Guys,” you groan, trying your best to blink yourself out of the fog that’s making your brain feel like soup. “Quiet, please.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Keeho amends quickly. “C’mere, let’s get you in a bath.” 

He reaches forward to pick you up but Jiung’s arms clamp down on you again and yanks you right back down, refusing to let you out of his arms.

Theo and Keeho both turn to Jiung, identical expressions of shock worn on their faces at the uncharacteristic show of clinginess.

“Ji?” Theo asks, reaching past you to touch Jiung but you feel Jiung’s face bury into your shoulders.

Your mind snaps almost fully awake when you feel his lashes flutter against the skin on your neck, damp with tears.

“I didn’t mean to,” you hear him mumble into your shoulder in a tiny voice.

You know what it means, but you let Theo and Keeho figure it out on their own. Theo gets to the answer quicker, a fond but teasing smile pulling on lips.

“You just couldn’t hold yourself back, could you?” He teases, reaching over to affectionately scratch at Jiung’s head but Jiung buries his head further into you and away from the touch.

“I tried,” you hear him whisper. “‘M sorry.”

You feel a wave of fondness wash over you at how small he sounds. He’s never this clingy, never this whiney, and it makes you want to bury him in your arms despite the fact that you can still feel his cum drying against your back.

Keeho seems to feel the same sentiment as he surges forward and somehow wraps his arms around both you and Jiung. 

“He’s so cute,” Keeho coos and that seems to snap Jiung out of it a little, his usual grumpy tone back into his voice as he tells Keeho to fuck off.

You can’t help but giggle at their antics, a sound that has everyone stop short and stare down at you.

Your laugh fades out at the attention. “What?”

Theo’s smile is soft as he pulls the blanket off of the floor and throws it on top of you. “Nothing,” he says, tucking the blanket around the three of you.

“I didn’t think cuddling was offered,” you mumble, but being sandwiched between Keeho and Jiung is something you really can’t complain about.

“You get the full package,” Keeho says, running his hand through your hair, fingers gently scratching down your scalp.

You hum under the touch, eyes fluttering closed. It makes you almost want to purr. “I don’t remember paying for a full package.”

“You’re not paying us at all,” Keeho states.

“Should I?”

He whacks you atop the head with the hand that was carding through your hair and you nearly whine at the loss of his fingers digging into your scalp. “We’re not cheap whores,” he scolds you lightly.

“No, but you sure act like ‘em,” you say then snicker at the affronted look on his face.

“You seemed into it though,” Theo points out as he climbs back into bed, damp towel in his hand and sweatpants back on. You didn’t know when he’d left.

Your cheeks heat at the accusation. “Kinda hard not to be,” you mutter, turning your face into the pillow. 

You inhale sharply when you feel the hot towel press against your back.

“Sorry,” you hear Jiung mumble before he makes quick work of wiping down your back then between your legs, making sure to be careful but even the slightest touch has you twitching and whining.

You feel better wiped clean, comfortable enough to where you start to doze off. But a sharp poke to the forehead has you blinking your eyes open and glaring at Theo, who’s hovering over you with an arm braced between you and Keeho. 

“What?” You snap.

He raises a brow at you. “Well?” 

“Well what?”

“Did we prove you wrong or what?”

You groan as you try to roll away but he drops himself on your chest, effectively trapping you. “Do I really have to say it?”

You feel Keeho’s lips brush against the apple of your cheek, can practically hear the smile in his voice. “It would be nice.”

You sigh deeply. You figure it’s the least you can do, considering the fact that they’d just turned your world upside down. And probably ruined sex with anyone else for the rest of your life.

“Fine,” you huff, trying to come off as gravely inconvenienced but the grin on Theo’s lips has your own smile growing. “Yes, you proved me wrong. Six times over.”

Theo chuckles, breath brushing over your lips as he rests his chin on your chest. “You’re welcome,” he says cheekily and has your eyes rolling fondly.

“So…” Keeho trails off, pulling your eyes to him. He’s trying to smother down his up-to-no-good smile, but failing miserably. “Who was your favourite?” He asks, because of course he would. 

You scrunch your nose, pretending to think. “Definitely not Theo,” you settle on, glaring lightly down at Theo’s still smug face. “He’s an asshole.”

Theo pouts dramatically, not even bothering to be actually offended. “Is that any way to treat the guy who just gave you six orgasms?” 

“What is wrong with you?”

Jiung, who’s still tucked into your side, bristles at that. “Why are you taking credit for all of it?” Jiung grumbles into your shoulder, refusing to detach from you.

“Again, none of this would have happened without me,” Theo answers like it’s just the simple truth. 

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Okay, then next time we’ll just leave you out of it completely.”

You don’t even get the chance to process your own words before the door to your bedroom is slamming open and Intak, Soul, and Jongseob come crashing down to the floor in a pile of messy limbs, cursing and clawing at each other as they try to untangle themselves.

Intak elbows the other two away and lifts himself up above them, looking up at you with the eyes and eager grin of someone who’s just been told they were nominated for a Grammy. “Next time?”

Jongseob and Soul stop clawing at Intak to look up at you, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

You blink at them, then turn to Theo, who’s looking at you with the same curiosity. Jiung and Keeho’s eyes burn into the sides of your face.

You don’t even have to think twice as you’re dropping your head back on the pillow and smiling up at the ceiling, a deep satisfaction settling in your chest much like the dull, aching one between your legs.

“Next time.”

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[jiuchip]

ꪆৎ GROUP EFFORT || ot6 (18+)

℘ — ot6 p1harmony x reader ▸ ⌜ 2k ⌟

synopsis ▸ when an afterparty ride home in a limo takes a drastic turn

δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, gangbang, dom!piwon, sub!reader, straight filth, pictures are taken, everyone is post-drunk/tipsy, drinking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, grinding, nipple play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, spit roasting, oral (f. rec/m. rec), face fucking, alcohol play (?), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie supreme, more probably

requested ▸ @mellownorth my muse atp for filthy shit ᯓ an — this might just be filthier than my prev ot6 fic (ik it’s short but still) lemme know tho but anyways that loyl mv is a landmine of depravity

MASTERLIST

The air in the limo feels syrupy and warm, thick with a post-drunken haze. And a little bit of arousal. Or maybe that’s just you.

There’s six bodies around you in various states of intoxication and undress, disheveled in appearance with their hair askew and clothes in complete disarray. The late night lull of the afterparty has them dozed off into their own little worlds, conscious but not quite there. 

It’s all enticing. 

With the cramped space, the warmth of their bodies press around you like a tangible, tempting pressure. 

Jongseob sits across from you, leaning back in his seat as he half-heartedly clicks through the camera held precariously in his hands. You wonder what sort of debauchery he’s captured with those lenses. 

Shota sits to his right with his head on Jongseob’s shoulder, sort of watching Jongseob’s camera and sort of trying not to fall asleep. 

Jiung sits on Jongseob’s other side, off in his own world with his head leaned back and his dazed eyes stuck to the roof. 

On your right is Keeho, elbow on the door and his head in his hand, seeming hard at thought as he stares at Jiung's shoes. 

Intak seems to be the only one at almost full energy, foot tapping quietly to your left to the slow beat of the song that plays distantly through the limo speakers. 

And Theo… well.

You shift in your seat, jostling slightly when the body under you stirs awake. 

Theo’s strong hands come down on your hips to hold you still. You hear him click his tongue in annoyance before a brush of soft breath bristles your hair behind your head. 

“Sit still,” he murmurs, fingers digging into your clothed flesh for a quick moment. “Trying to sleep.”

You pout. You can’t sit still; there’s still a dull thread of energy that thrums under your veins, the remnants of the party’s adrenaline still pulsing through your body. You need to let it out somehow. 

So you lean your back against his warm chest, rolling your hips down on his lap in a pointed grind that has your ass pushing back against a prominent hardness. 

“Can’t,” you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder and turning to brush your lips against his ear, his soft brown hair tickling your nose at the movement. “I’m not tired.”

He clicks his tongue again, fingers dipping under the cropped cut of your white top before digging into your bare flesh. “You’re being needy now,” he chides quietly, but it still catches attention. 

You can feel eyes shift to you, pair by pair, as you let out a soft moan when Theo rolls his hips up. 

“Needy?” You hear Intak pipe up from you left, voice still a little slurred from his earlier drunken episode. 

But his tone is as enthusiastic as ever. The heat of his body closes in from your left, his large hand finding your waist before slowly gliding up your body. 

“All you had to do was say the word, princess,” Intak adds, the grin in his voice apparent. 

But you don’t get to look, because there’s a solid hand that wraps around your throat and turns your head towards Keeho. 

He has a lazy smirk on his lips, sharp eyes honing in on the way your lips part to let out a sharp breath as he presses into the sides of your neck. 

“Our princess isn’t very good with her words though, is she?” He asks, tone mocking as he leans into you. You think you can still catch the scent of Jack on his breath. 

You don’t get to respond, can’t rather, because Theo shifts and grinds his growing arousal right up into your aching cunt just as Intak’s palm finds your breast and squeezes. 

You moan, low and needy, and Keeho digs his thumb into your lower lip, smirk pulling up into a wicked grin. 

“Doesn’t matter though,” you hear Jongseob chuckle from across you, but Keeho doesn’t let you turn. “She always sounds good regardless.”

“I think you mean pathetic,” Jiung intercepts with his deep, disapproving voice and your mind goes hazier than the alcohol ever did, from the words and from the steady sensations of Theo grinding you down over his cock and Intak’s finger tweaking your nipple over your shirt. “Doesn’t take much to get her moaning like a whore.”

He’s not wrong, point and case being made in the moment. But you don’t care, too caught up with the existing heat in your veins firing hotter. Theo’s mouth nips languidly at your shoulder, exposed by your low sleeve, and your vision starts to go hazy where it’s still kept locked on Keeho’s intent gaze. 

“Don’t be so mean, hyung,” Soul chimes in sweetly, followed by the sound of a bottle cap hissing open. “Doesn’t she look so pretty tonight?”

“She does,” answers Jongseob, before you hear the click of a shutter and see a flash of white wash through the stuffy room. “Would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

Your vision clears as Keeho starts to lean into you. “It would,” he whispers, warm breath brushing over your lips. “Wouldn’t it?” 

Then his lips are on yours, expert tongue wasting no time in licking its way into your pliant mouth. There’s soft groans and whispered moans, whether from you, from him, or someone else—you don’t know. 

All you know is that you feel everything from everywhere. 

Theo’s lips are against your ear, whispering something about ruining this pretty outfit, as his flitting tongue traces the shell of your ear. 

Intak’s hand has found its way to your bare skin after rucking your shirt over your tits to expose heated skin and lacy bra to the humid, lust-laden air. His greedy fingers pull the cup of your bralette down to tease at your pebbling nipple without barrier, his eager mouth and tongue working their way from your shoulder to your collarbone.

You feel two soft hands land on your thighs. They’re not Theo’s—those remain in an iron grip on your hips still rocking you over his boner.

It takes more strength than you’re prepared for to turn from Keeho’s overbearing kiss but he only redirects to mouthing at your jaw, his hand still wrapped firmly around your neck. 

Soul is on his knees in the tight space between the two sets of seats, perched right between your and Theo’s legs, and looking up at you with those twinkling, inquiring eyes of his. 

You take hold of the skewed tie around his neck before pulling and parting your legs, and he takes his cue, diving right in under your skirt and flattening his eager tongue over your panty-clad, soaked cunt. 

You whine sharply when he immediately latches onto your clothed clit, body arching off of Theo’s when Intak’s lips latch onto your nipple at almost the exact same moment. 

But Theo’s hand flattens against your bare torso, pushing you right back against him. 

“Sit. Fucking. Still,” he hisses into your ear, and despite the way your body wants to twitch and writhe under all the sensation, you plant yourself down under his command. 

But the tremors that flit through your body are helpless, just as the whimpers and soft breaths that tumble from your lips are. 

Soul’s tongue flicks rapidly over your cunt, his spit adding to the slick mess of the thin fabric of your panties that are barely a barrier at this point. 

Despite Theo’s warning, your hips buck against Soul’s face, body jerking with pleasure when you feel the tip of his nose press right against your clit. 

A sudden flash brings you out of your pleasure induced haze, bleary eyes blinking open to see Jongseob with the camera. 

“Say kimchi, baby,” he coos teasingly before snapping another picture, not bothering to even give you the chance because he knows you don’t have the mind to speak. 

But your focus lands on the man beside him—Jiung, who sits there leaned back with his hand wrapped around the neck of a champagne bottle while his dark eyes drink you in. 

It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, expression as stoic as ever. His eyes move down when you wince at the feeling of Intak’s teeth grazing over your nipple where he’s still suckling. 

Then he leans forward, taking a swig of the champagne before lifting off of his seat and leaning over into your space. 

Your heart flutters at the thought of him finally kissing you, but then Keeho’s hand moves from your neck to your jaw, forcing your mouth open, and Jiung lets warm champagne trickle out of his mouth and into yours. 

You bristle, a quick sound leaving your throat before it closes to not choke on the liquid as you let it well in your mouth, your wide eyes locked right onto his burning coals. 

The hand on your jaw loosens when Jiung finishes with a lick of his lips, eyes flickering down to your mouth. “Swallow.” 

Like under a trance, you do, opening your mouth again after to show that you have, and he hums before settling back in his seat as he takes another drink, eyes never once leaving you. 

“She’s so wet,” mumbles Soul from under your skirt, pulling back far enough that only his eyes peek out, the fabric caught over his nose and mouth. “Could probably fuck her without anymore prep.”

“Dibs!” Intak calls before anyone else can, much to the others’ chagrin, but it doesn’t really matter. 

Because he might be the first one to sit you on his cock and make you ride him to completion, might be the first to make you come over his cock before filling you with his own release, but he certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Because then comes Theo, who lays down on Keeho’s lap before folding you in half and driving himself into you with such a force that in the recesses of your fucked out mind you wonder if it’s disrupting the drive.

But your head is filled with cotton, your mouth with Keeho’s dick, and your pussy with Theo’s (and Intak’s) cum, and there’s not a damn other thing that you come close to caring about. 

Keeho doesn’t get much time with you, can’t rather, because he’s already so close from your warm mouth that he just hastily handles your body towards him and fucks into you maybe twice, or three times, before he comes inside you with a guttural groan. 

You’re a trembling mess at that point, and you might have come once again, you can’t really tell, but do you get a moment to recover?

No, because then Soul and Jongseob pull you to their side, camera now shoved into Keeho’s lazy hands, and they get right to work. 

You’re not sure who you have fucking into your mouth and who you have pounding into your sopping cunt, but does it even matter? They flip you around after one of them finishes so they both get their chance to fuck and cum inside you anyway. It’s a group effort after all.

There’s champagne poured over your body at one point, eager tongues chasing the dripping liquid off your skin, but you’re too far gone to tell whose they are.

And Jiung, well, Jiung doesn’t even have the decency to fuck you. 

He just jerks himself to the sight of you getting utterly ruined by his friends until you’re to the point of tears and full to the brim with their cum. And once they’re done with you, and your used body is laid over Soul and Jongseob’s laps trying to grapple reality, he shoves your twitching legs apart and slots himself in just until the tip before stroking himself to completion, letting himself spill into you and add to your messy little collection. 

The last conscious image you have is of him leaning back into his seat, tucking himself back into his pants with a satisfied smirk as another flash goes off somewhere in the corner of your eye. 

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[bro-atz]

bottle service

in which: yunho doesn't have a lolita complex; he has a bulge kink.

pair: big dick!yunho/petite afab!reader

word count: 3.3k

content: sex, oral sex, bulge kink, protected sex, insinuated unprotected sex, completely consensual

rating: R — nsfw | mdni

Yunho didn’t have a type, per se, but he found himself always drawn to girls like you. His friends made fun of him, telling him that he had a lolita complex, but that was definitely, completely, 100% not true, especially because he was not at all attracted to underaged girls. No way. Absolutely not. He just liked dainty little women with soft facial features and short statures— what she could be wearing doesn’t matter to him at all (because, honestly, he would rather they wear nothing at all).

“Five bucks says he hits on her by the end of the night,” Yunho heard Mingi whisper to San.

“There’s no fucking way I’m taking that bet because we already fucking know he’s going to do it,” San, already completely wasted, conveyed his opinion along with his sailor mouth.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” Mingi frowned.

Yunho rolled his eyes. As Mingi and San continued to bicker in the background, Yunho’s eyes followed your every movement. He watched as your hair swayed gracefully while your short legs carried you around the room, making you seem like you were almost gliding. For someone so short, he was surprised to see you carrying multiple trays of beer, and his eyes flew wide open when he saw you effortlessly carry a huge bottle of champagne that could very well be three times your size— the bottle was bigger than your head for crying out loud.

“You know it’s going to be impossible to hit on a bottle girl of all people. Let’s be real, Yunho, she probably gets rich bastards hitting on her all the time, and she doesn’t even need that since she’s making so much in tips,” Seonghwa brought his voice down as he talked to the man.

“Yeah, just give up, dude,” Wooyoung added. “It ain’t never gonna happen.”

Clenching his jaw, Yunho was determined to prove them wrong. He walked away from the table and immediately up to you.

Now looking at you a little closer, Yunho didn’t realize that you were practically naked. You were wearing nothing but a cropped tank top and high-rise shorts, your red underwear peaking out whenever you bent down or moved your shoulder. Fuck, it just made the tall man want you even more.

“Hey,” he started, thinking that the line by itself would be enough.

“Hi, darling. Would your table like another round?” you, on the other hand, were in sales mode. You had no time to be flirting with this man.

“Actually, I—”

“Hey, Y/N! One more round for me and my boys!” another customer yelled from afar.

“You got it, darlin’!”

Yunho gaped as you immediately got back to work. He slunk back to his table and stood with a frown, the boys silent for a hot second before immediately bursting out into laughter.

“You’re an idiot, Yunho!” Hongjoong roared as he clapped the man on the back.

“San, you should’ve taken the bet,” Jongho pointed out.

“No, because the bet was on whether or not he would go and flirt, not whether or not he would be successful. If you said get her by the end of the night, I would’ve happily taken that bet,” San snickered.

“You guys suck,” Yunho grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Yunho wasn’t able to really focus on much after that. He wanted you even more.

You stepped out for a smoke. God knows you needed it. Yes, the tips were really fucking good, but dealing with sleazy businessmen and frat bros spending all of their daddy’s money was less than ideal. Truth be told, there was only one table there that night that you didn’t mind serving. They all seemed like a bunch of well off dudes with enough money to spend but none of the pretentiousness. Especially that one super tall guy who approached you. He didn’t seem so bad.

“Just get over it. It’s not going to happen.”

Your ears perked up when you heard a man with the lowest voice on Earth speak from around the corner. You peeked your head around to see the tall man and another one of his friends from that table.

“You really suck, Yeosang,” the tall man pouted— God, he looked so cute with a pout on his face.

“She’s working, Yunho. Don’t bother the poor thing. Let her pay her bills,” the other man, Yeosang, lectured Yunho.

A curious smile emerged on your face. Were they talking about you, perhaps?

“If we leave her a big enough tip, then she could leave work early, and everything would be fine!”

“At the risk of her losing her job! It’s one thing to just want to sleep with her, but another if you’re willing to sabotage her life just to get some pussy tonight. Also, knowing you, you’re going to fucking murder her because you’re so big and she’s so small.”

There was only one short girl on your team, and that was you. So, yes, they had to be talking about you. Killing the rest of your cigarette, you sprayed breath freshener in your mouth and smoothed out your hair before walking around the corner and sashaying back into the establishment, making sure you gave Yunho a good view. Right before you went back inside, you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him briefly, leaving him with a rock-hard boner.

“Fuck…” you barely heard Yunho groan as he desperately tried to calm himself down.

A smirk lingered on your face knowing that you got the man all sorts of hot and bothered. Good.

“So, Y/N, what’s it like to be a bottle girl?” Seonghwa asked you.

It calmed down in the establishment quite a lot after about an hour, allowing you to dedicate your time to the table that you were most excited to serve. You stood with them, the eight men towering over you. Originally, that would intimidate you, but given the information you knew about the tallest man of the group crushing hard on you, the height disparity didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“I mean, you can really see for yourself,” you responded with a smile. “It’s like being a stripper at times, but it definitely beats being a stripper since I don’t have to give lap dances to wasted men. I just serve them alcohol.”

“So you used to be a stripper?” San smirked— not at you, though; he was just trying to get a rise out of Yunho.

“Yeah, I did that for a couple of years before moving to the city and getting this job.”

“That’s so fucking sexy of you, Y/N,” Mingi, who was standing closest to you, stood the tiniest bit closer and ran his finger along your arm. You could see Yunho’s jaw clench when he saw what Mingi did to you.

With an exasperated smile, you grabbed Mingi’s hand and pushed it away while saying, “Buddy, you can look, but you can’t touch.”

“Not even if I tip you well?”

“She just said she’s not a stripper anymore, Mankgi,” Hongjoong swatted the back of the boy’s head. “Don’t do something stupid.”

You saw Yunho’s jaw relax, nearly making you laugh. Yunho was definitely subtle with his reactions, but you were keeping such a close eye on him that every single action and reaction of his did not go missed by you. He was such a cutie, and you were here for it.

“So, Y/N, what time do you have to stay and work until?” Yeosang, who seemed to be wingman-ing Yunho, asked you.

“We close at 3 AM, so 4 AM,” you sighed. “Gotta enter the tips and help the busboys clean up.”

“You would think as a sexy bottle girl, you wouldn’t have to do menial labor like that,” Wooyoung mused.

“We’re still employees,” you laughed. Then, bringing your voice down, you said, “But I like helping because sometimes we find loose bills around the venue. Free money.”

The place was practically empty by the time 3 AM rolled around. You realized that as you talked to the eight men, you talked to all of them except the man that you were actually interested in. Bummer. You couldn’t expect him to wait for you after work, so when they all left for the night, a light sigh left your lips, and you half-heartedly finished your work for the night.

Yet, at 4 AM, you left the building to see Yunho standing outside. It was a little chilly out, so you could see his breath in the air as he exhaled and looked up at the sky. He looked so sexy standing there with his hands in his pockets, his jawline and neck accentuated in the city lights as he held his head up high.

Of course Yunho was going to wait for you. You weren’t as subtle as you’d like to think— he noticed your sly looks in his direction when you were talking to his table, and he knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Fuck, you were so perfect for him, and he told himself he would do anything if he got to spend the rest of the night with you, even if that meant waiting outside for you for an hour. At least that gave him time to sober up slightly more (not that he had much to drink in the first place).

“Yunho, right?” you asked as you approached the man.

“Oh! Y/N,” Yunho, surprised, turned around to face you, a light blush appearing on his face. “H-hi…”

“Hey.”

Yunho was speechless for a split moment— you weren’t in your work clothes anymore, and you definitely had a lot more on than before, but your long coat just accentuated your short stature, making the man thirst for you even more. Your hair tumbled around lightly as the wind pushed it back, revealing the playful glimmer in your eyes. Yunho was smitten. Completely and utterly smitten.

“Sorry, I know it must be creepy for a man to be waiting for you after work— I’m sure it happens all the time, and I don’t mean to be one of those men, but I just—”

Yunho, rambling out of sheer nervousness, cut himself off when you approached him and placed a gentle hand on his arm. You gave him a half-flirty, half-appreciative smile as you looked at him. You didn’t need to utter a word for Yunho to feel reassured that the feelings were mutual. Thank God.

“Would you like to go somewhere with me?” you asked him, your voice barely audible over the rushing wind.

Yunho couldn’t keep his hands off you. In the car ride to the hotel, he had his large hand on your thigh, rubbing slowly and sensually, but not going further than that. And then, in the elevator, he pinned you against the wall and grabbed the back of your head, immediately pulling you in for a rough kiss. You clutched and grabbed at his forearms as he fully overtook you, his lips completely devouring yours. He only got more rough from there when he shoved his hand down the waistband of your pants and panties, his fingers stroking your dripping folds.

“Yun— Ah! Yunho, w-wait,” you moaned, your words muffled against his lips.

“What do you mean “wait”, doll? You’re so fucking wet for me,” Yunho teased as he murmured against your lips. “I think you’re just as impatient as I am.”

“M-my legs,” you whimpered before inhaling sharply. “If you don’t wait, I won’t be able to stand…”

“If that’s the case,” Yunho growled before withdrawing his hand so he could lift you, his large hands grabbing and squeezing your ass as he suspended you in the air.

You laced your fingers through his hair and held tightly as you brought your lips to his once more, his tongue diving deep into your mouth as he resumed eating you alive. The elevator doors opened, and you for sure thought he was going to let you down, but instead, he continued to carry you down the hall, his lips still locked in a frenzy with yours. Soft moans and sighs left the two of you as you got to the room. Yunho unlocked the room and immediately rushed inside so he could pin you on the bed and rip your clothes off you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Yunho murmured as he gazed at your slick, his tongue sensually running along his lower lip. “Gimme a taste, why don’t you?”

You nodded shyly. Yunho’s hands went under your thighs and pushed your legs up, his tongue meeting your cunt. You cried out in pleasure when you felt his tongue slither inside you, his nose brushing against your clit as he ate you out. It was when Yunho lifted you up while continuing lick and slurp up your arousal fluid did you yelp, the man holding you up in the air as his tongue violated you. You held onto the roots of his hair and gripped for dear life, the fear of you falling sending blood rushing through your body but also filling you with excitement.

Before you could cum, Yunho let you down. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and looked down at your tiny, helpless body, a smirk forming on his face as thought about you looking torn to shreds because of his monster cock. You watched him with trembling eyes as the man slowly stripped down for you, your eyes widening as you saw his firm cock trembling and waiting to burst forth from his underwear.

“Y-yunho… I— I don’t think you’re going to fit,” you said with slight fear.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Yunho responded nonchalantly as he revealed his massive cock and tapped your waist lightly, his cock the literal length of your stomach.

Rolling on a condom that he had taken out from his wallet moments prior, Yunho got on the bed and rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. You were terrified that he was going to just push his way right through you, but instead, Yunho merely pushed the head into your cunt, then pulled out. He did this several times, frustration starting to build inside you as he teased the everloving shit out of you.

“For someone who was so afraid, you seem to want me inside you,” Yunho chuckled.

“Fu-uck! Yunho, do something, please,” you begged him, the fire in your loins burning a hole within you.

“Alright. Just relax for me, okay?” Yunho said, his voice hushed and calm as he caressed your face.

You nodded and did your best to relax, your head pushing into his hand as he finally pushed more than just the tip into you. You felt him fill you up, and you felt like he was tearing you as his cock spread you wider than you had ever been spread. You reached for his arms and held on tightly as he pressed his hands onto the bed right above your shoulders, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Yunho grunted. “Loosen up.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, Yunho shoving his length all the way inside you when you exhaled. You flung your head back and cried loudly as you felt his cock throb uncontrollably inside you, his cock brushing against your cervix. Yunho remained in place as he let out an erotic sigh while you, on the other hand, were panting and trying desperately to blink the stars out of your vision.

“See,” Yunho told you, a cocky smile on his face. “I do fit.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you couldn’t even formulate words— all the man did was push his cock in you, and you already felt like you were fucked out simply because of how much he filled you up.

He only thrusted into you a singular time, but your entire body lurched and moved backwards with said thrust. The sound of his waist hitting your ass echoed loudly in the room, and the sound only got more repetitive as he began to properly move. His cock was so massive that you felt like he was going to pull out your insides.

“Doll, you feel so fucking good,” Yunho grunted out, his head dropping down to your neck. “So fucking good. You’re so tight and small— Fuck!”

Yunho flipped the two of you so that he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him. When you sat all the way down, you felt like his cock shot straight through you, hitting your cervix with such force that you came immediately. You cried loudly as you creamed and clenched, making the man flinch and nearly cum himself.

“Shit, don’t go squeezing me like that,” Yunho grunted with a little chuckle. “You nearly snapped my cock off.”

“Do-Don’t act like you— Hnngh— Didn’t like that,” you panted out, little groans leaving you as you continued to ride his fat cock.

Yunho smirked. He propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you at an angle that made you completely fall apart, your hands resting on his abs to keep you steady. You could barely keep your hands in place, though, because he brought his lips to your breast and started sucking hard, his mouth completely overtaking your nipple. You entire body trembled when you felt his tongue flick and swirl around your nipple, and it certainly did not help that he sucked super hard on your breast as if he was trying to get something out of it. Your toes curled as he switched from one to the other, and his waist refused to let up as he thrust powerfully from underneath you.

“‘m c-cumming again!” you moaned loudly as your cunt convulsed, making you squirt all over Yunho’s waist.

He, however, refused to give you a break. Your head was still in the cloud when he sat up entirely and moved so that he was kneeling and you were still sitting on his cock, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you continuously. You clung to him and moaned loudly as his thrusts did not slow down in the slightest. He continued to drill into you over and over again, his force so immense that he ended up pinning you down on the bed again.

His cock kept rubbing along your G-spot and hitting your cervix, and the louder you cried, the more intense that feeling got. You could barely see through bleary, teary eyes that his eyes were dark and his jaw was tense as he fucked you into the mattress.

“You’re tightening up again, doll— are you gonna cum again?” Yunho could barely laugh as he groaned his question.

“Ye-es, I’m c-close,” you whined. “I’m gonna—”

Yunho interrupted you with a kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you barely heard him said, “Wait for me. I’m al-almost there— Shit!”

Suddenly pulling out, Yunho removed the condom and came all over you, his seed spreading from your chest all the way down to your convulsing pussy as you, too, came. Yunho sat back on his heels and jerked himself off as more of his hot cum spurt out and landed on your skin.

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed as you flung your head back into the sheets, your hands covering your face. “That was insane.”

“In a good or bad way?” Yunho asked with a slight laugh, his body hovering over yours as he brought himself to look at your fucked out face.

“Good— That was too fucking good, Yunho,” you sighed out. “Too fucking good…”

“I’d say let’s go again, but I’m afraid I’ve only got the one condom,” he whispered.

“…Are you clean?”

“Yes, are you?”

You nodded then reached for his neck, pulling him into your embrace. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “Then I don’t see why we can’t go again.”

Yunho shivered, and his cock firmed up almost immediately. He grabbed you and flipped you over so that you were on your hands and knees, his cock immediately rubbing along your ass crack.

“You’re going to regret saying that to me, doll.”

[grungeham]

dirty laundry.

summ: jisung losing a bet and washing your dirty laundry was supposed to be funny, not the reason you end up naked on his sheets.

⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: friends to lovers, almost no plot lol, lots of kissing, biting, some whining and whimpering, jisung is really needy here, lots of teasing, grinding, unprotected s*x, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, baby), afab reader, fluff ending (if you squint) ⋆ words: 3.5k

a/n: i was working on some wips when this idea popped into my head and i HAD to write it. i wrote this in one sitting and i think i kinda cook here hehe. i loved writing this jisung + their dynamic, so i hope you enjoy!!  >_<

time always seemed to crawl whenever you were there.

you scrolled through your phone in boredom, replying to messages with little interest, lazily flicking between unfinished conversations and videos of cats doing something adorable or ridiculously unnecessary.

the day was uncomfortably hot. the heat felt suffocating, sticky, heavy. and the laundry room wasn’t helping at all.

the man beside you, crouched down with a deep frown etched across his face, muttered curses under his breath as he shoved clothes into the washing machine like each piece was personally responsible for his misery.

you sat perched on top of the dryer, legs swinging idly near jisung’s face. the machine hummed beneath you, vibrating softly, blending into the thick tension filling the small room.

a mischievous smile slowly spread across your lips.

“maybe if you worked with a smile on your face, you’d finish faster,” you hummed, eyes never leaving your phone.

jisung clicked his tongue and tossed a shirt into the washer harder than necessary. then another and another until his patience finally snapped.

he let his palms fall heavily onto his knees before straightening just enough to look at you. his expression was tinted with that deliciously familiar, childish annoyance.

“this is unfair,” jisung declared, his voice thick with indignation, as though he were the victim of some elaborate conspiracy.

you rolled your eyes, letting out a soft laugh. setting your phone aside, you crossed your arms and looked at him with shameless amusement.

“you agreed to the bet. you lost,” you listed with mocking calm. “i don’t see the injustice.”

you leaned forward slightly, just enough to ruffle his hair. his scowl deepened instantly, making him look like a sulking cat.

"all i see is a sore loser, ji."

jisung jerked away from your touch as if it burned. he began stuffing clothes into the machine in careless piles, clearly determined to get it over with as fast as possible.

he was in a mood today.

which was… curious.

anyone watching from the outside would have assumed you were sworn enemies.

but not.

quite the opposite.

you had been best friends for years. changbin had been the original culprit. a casual introduction with no expectations that somehow turned into an instant connection.

since then, you’d been practically inseparable.

that didn’t stop the constant friction, of course. or the endless teasing.

provoking each other.

pushing boundaries with a dangerously comfortable familiarity. after all, you’d always known exactly how far you could go without crossing the line. or at least, usually.

this wasn’t supposed to be any different.

after a stupid bet based on "who could get someone to believe the most ridiculous lie" —which jisung had lost spectacularly in less than twenty-four hours— your teasing hadn’t stopped.

and there you were, two weeks later, on a sweltering summer afternoon at jisung’s place, arguing yet again about that same ridiculous bet.

“no. it’s unfair because you know how gullible felix is,” he shot back, pointing at you with genuine irritation. “of course you’d win if you talked to him!”

“and yet you never thought to do the same. there weren’t any rules against it, sweetheart.”

the detergent and fabric softener landed in their compartments with far more aggression than necessary. jisung clenched his jaw, clearly searching for inner peace somewhere deep in his mind.

he shouldn’t have been taking this so personally. he never really did.

but something felt different today. something tense that threatened the fragile thread holding your friendship together.

he simply clicked his tongue, shoved the laundry basket aside, and threw you a dangerous look before walking out of the room like a walking storm cloud.

maybe this was that limit you both knew so well.

maybe the smart thing would’ve been to leave it alone. go talk about something else, make tea, eat cookies, and watch one of those stupid dating shows you both loved mocking.

but not.

something in your brain urged you to keep going. to push him just a little further. to get some kind of reaction.

you didn’t know whether it was boredom or jeongin’s words from that morning.

“jisung’s been acting weird about you lately. i’m not saying anything, but… there’s something there.”

the slam of the refrigerator door pulled you from the memory. you walked into the kitchen with your usual calm, eyes landing on jisung’s tense back as he moved around gathering ingredients for a hastily made sandwich.

with an easy hop, you seated yourself on the counter. you watched him closely, studying how he reacted to tiny frustrations like the cheese tearing or the knife not being where he expected.

"what’s your problem now? you’re crankier than usual."

okay… maybe not the best choice of words.

jisung glanced at you over his shoulder. his dark eyes carried something you couldn’t quite name. he abandoned everything he was doing and turned fully toward you.

he closed the distance in long, determined strides, planting both hands on either side of your thighs. his knuckles were white from the unnecessary force. his body leaned in, face dangerously close to yours.

"you're being more bratty than usual,” he said, voice tight. “you haven’t stopped pushing my buttons since you got here. what’s up with that?"

you rolled your eyes, casually running your fingers through your hair.

"you're just being sensitive, ji. drop that and let's do something fun," you said sweetly, flashing him a gentle smile and batting your lashes.

your foolproof trick. jisung could never resist that.

except today… he didn’t budge.

“no thanks. you can go watch tv. i’m going to my room.” jisung cut, his voice sounding irritated.

but he didn't move an inch. he seemed to be waiting for something from you. your breathing stalled as you finally became aware of just how close he really was.

his breath brushed against your lips. his gaze locked onto yours. his tongue slowly swept across his own lips. your body reacted before your mind could catch up. a tense heat coiled deep in your tummy.

something dangerously familiar.

jisung suddenly let his head fall forward, resting against your chest. an old habit. one born from the first heartbreak he’d ever suffered. you’d always been his safe place. where he could breathe, reset, gather himself when the world became too heavy.

now you were the one unraveling him. and it was costing him more than he wanted to admit.

“you’re messing with my head…” jisung whispered, his voice vibrating against your skin.

saying it felt like a release. one that somehow trapped him even more. never, not once, had he imagined the day he’d stand this close to you and confess how completely insane you made him. he could feel your racing heartbeat and your uneven breathing against his neck.

you didn’t know whether to lean further into the moment or shatter it with some terrible joke like always.

but that was impossible now.

you were already far too deep. pressing your lips together, you gently stroked his hair, staring into nothing as you searched for some kind of answer.

“do you really not see it?” his voice cracked more with every word. “am i reading this wrong?”

you couldn't run now.

you swallowed hard. your pulse screamed at you to get out, to break away. but when jisung lifted his head and looked at you again, eyes glassy and painfully vulnerable, you knew you couldn’t leave him hanging there.

with a soft sigh, you cradled his face carefully, as though he were something fragile that might shatter with the slightest misstep. it had been so long since you’d seen him this distressed.

and it hurt like hell knowing you were the reason.

"hey, i don’t know what you mean. but we can talk. what’s going on?"

his silence only tightened the knot in your chest. adrenaline rushed through your veins. jisung’s hands settled against your waist with something almost reverent.

"do you like me...?"

not the usual way.

not as friends.

“of course i do. what kind of question is that?” you laughed weakly, thumb brushing lovingly across his cheek.

“no. i want to know if you like me… the way i like you,” jisung murmured, his voice barely rose above a whisper.

the world seemed to stop.

you hesitated before speaking. you needed to be careful. but his doe eyes simply made thinking rationally nearly impossible. they begged for something you weren’t even sure you could admit to yourself yet.

"and how exactly do you like me, jisung?"

he straightened abruptly, intensifying the electricity between you. his grip on your waist tightened as he looked at you with unmistakable urgency. your heart pounded, caught somewhere between anticipation and caution.

slowly, he pulled you closer, sliding you along the counter until your legs rested on either side of his hips. your hands trembled as they came to his chest, fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of his shirt.

your breathing grew heavy, erratic. the heat in your tummy deepened, clouding your thoughts completely. and your eyes traveling from his eyes to his lips only worsened the feeling that was growing inside you.

this was so fucking wrong.

but you were already leaning in.

“i can’t keep pretending this is nothing… i could kiss you right now,” jisung declared. his fingers pressed firmly into your hips.

it wasn't a warning or a threat. it was something even worse: a confession.

your grip on his shirt tightened.

the air between you became unbearably thick, charged with something that had been building for far too long beneath jokes, petty arguments, and lingering glances neither of you had ever dared analyze.

the consequences could haunt you later.

fuck it.

you yanked him forward by his shirt, and the collision of your lips was clumsy, almost violent. completely desperate. anything but graceful.

his mouth crashed into yours with a raw, unfiltered urgency that stole the air from your lungs, teeth bumped, breaths tangled, noses pressed awkwardly, but neither of you cared. it was messy, heated, years of tension detonating all at once.

jisung let out a strangled sound against your lips, something wracked and helpless, vibrating straight into your mouth. your tummy tightened violently at the noise.

your legs instantly wrapped around his hips, locking him in place, pulling him impossibly closer. the heat of his body slammed against yours, solid and overwhelming.

“y/n…” he breathed, the word dissolving between your mouths.

his hands slid down your sides with frantic impatience before gripping your ass hard enough to make you gasp. fingers digging in, possessive, desperate. and then, suddenly, you weren’t touching the floor anymore.

the sharp intake of your breath between you as jisung lifted you with startling ease, your bodies pressing together even tighter. your chest crushed against his, his racing heartbeat hammering wildly against your ribs.

the world shrank to mouths moving feverishly against each other. kisses turned erratic, hungry, borderline reckless. your tongues clashing without rhythm, teeth grazing lips, jaw, whatever skin they could reach. every breath came out shaky, broken.

jisung stumbled toward his bedroom, movements clumsy but determined. you could feel the tension coiled tight in his body, the barely restrained urgency in the way he held you. he bumped lightly into the doorframe.

“mmh– shit…”

you laughed softly against his lips, breathless, your mouth still chasing his.

even now, he was still jisung.

the moment you crossed the threshold, your lips abandoned his mouth, trailing down to his neck like gravity itself had taken control.

the reaction was immediate.

a violent shudder ripped through his body and ended on his crotch. you felt the way his hips jerked involuntarily as his grip tightened. a sharp, broken gasp tore from his throat.

“ah– wait– not there…”

his voice came out wrecked, trembling, completely betrayed by the way his body arched into your touch.

you didn’t wait for shit.

you sucked, bit, and licked at his skin like it was your final mission in life, lips moving hungrily along the sensitive column of his throat. his skin burned beneath your mouth, hot and slightly damp. jisung’s breathing completely lost its rhythm.

“f-fuck…”

his knees hit the mattress in a graceless collapse, dragging you down with him. the impact sent a jolt through both your bodies, a tangle of limbs, heat, and desperate hands.

the air in the room felt thick and charged. you settled astride his lap, thighs pressing against his hips. instantly you felt his hard, heated cock pulsing insistently beneath you.

the sensation sent a sharp spark of heat straight through your core. your hips reacted instinctively, a slow, testing grind that pulled a broken whimper from jisung’s lips.

“look at you…” you purred.

his chest heaved beneath you, breath coming shallow, eyes blown wide as he stared up at you like he couldn’t quite believe this was real. like you might disappear. his hands slid up your waist agonizingly slow, being a stark contrast to the earlier desperation.

his fingers dragged over your sides, memorizing, savoring, burning a trail across your skin. the touch was almost reverent, sending goosebumps racing along your body despite the heat pooling between your legs.

your hips moved again in a subtle, torturous grind. the friction was soft, maddening, yet utterly delicious. jisung’s head fell back with a shaky exhale.

his fingers slipped beneath your blouse without hesitation, sliding against bare skin. the contact drew a sharp gasp from his throat, his entire body tensing under you.

“i– i always wanted to…”

his voice fractured completely. he couldn’t even finish the sentence, no matter how much he wanted to. but you felt it in the way his hands trembled, in the way his breath stuttered, in the way his cock twitched beneath you.

his hands wandered everywhere like he’d lost all sense of direction: your belly, your waist, your thighs. fingers pressing, ripping, sliding, like he needed to feel everything at once. like he was starving.

and when his hands reached your breasts, the air left his lungs entirely. his mouth parted in a silent, stunned inhale. a broken, incoherent curse fell from his lips. the look in his face made heat explode low in your tummy.

pure awe and adoration.

like you’d just handed him something sacred.

the kiss that followed was different. it had become a slower, deeper motion that carried something dangerously intimate. mouths moving together in an intoxicating sway that made your head spin. his lips were warm, soft, slightly swollen against yours.

clothes vanished between clumsy hands and nervous laughter. a few stubborn buttons, a shirt caught around your wrist, a breathless “wait”, and suddenly—nothing. cool air kissed your heated skin.

you lay naked against his rumpled sheets, chest rising unevenly, skin buzzing with anticipation. jisung stared down at you like you’d committed some unforgivable crime. his pupils were blown wide, his breath completely wrecked, and his lips parted in stunned disbelief.

“what are you waiting for?” you whispered against his ear, teeth grazing softly.

jisung let out a trembling whimper that sent a sharp pulse of heat straight between your legs. "god... you’re driving me insane."

his hands gripped your hips tight, yet he still didn’t move. instead, his lips found your jaw, your neck, your mouth in slow kisses that burned and lingered.

kisses that made your body ache with every second he refused to give you what you both wanted. like he wanted to savor this. like he wanted to torture you.

“you’re always so bossy…”

“and you’re always so slow…”

that crooked smile appeared on his lips. the same smile you used when you challenged each other in the university cafeteria or when you started a dangerous fight that ended in raucous laughter.

and then, finally, jisung aligned himself with you.

the first push inside was slow enough to make your entire body jolt. a sharp, breathless moan tore from your throat as your walls stretched around him, the sensation overwhelming, almost too much.

jisung’s breath hitched violently and his forehead dropped against yours. neither of you moved. both of you just felt the fullness, the unbearable tension of being joined like this. completely. he didn’t move again until he was fully buried inside you.

the stretch made your toes curl. your fingers clutch desperately at his shoulders meanwhile your breathing collapses into something shaky and broken. and then his movements began slow, deep, and torturously deliberate.

each thrust dragging pleasure through your body like a slow burn. your nerves felt raw, hypersensitive, every tiny motion amplified. your breaths merged into one. jisung let out a broken sound.

"fuck…"

your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt him pulse inside you, warm and wrenchingly perfect. your eyes locked, and no words were needed.

you both knew you could completely lose control.

and jisung didn’t need anything more.

his hips began moving without mercy. the rhythm snapped violently from slow to desperate, thrusts turning chaotic, knocking the air from your lungs. your body jolted with every impact, pleasure crashing through you in violent waves.

your nails scraped down his back, leaving burning trails across his skin while his fingers dug brutally into your hips. the wet sounds of your bodies filled the room obscenely, mixed with gasps, moans, and breathless curses.

jisung's necklace brushes against your skin, the cool metal being a ridiculous contrast to the inferno consuming your body. each swing of it sent tiny sparks of sensation across your overheated nerves.

“shit… look at me, y/n…” jisung whined.

his fingers tilted your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his. his face was a work of art. he looked wrecked, beautifully ruined. hair damp and clinging to his forehead, lips bitten raw, and eyes blown wide with pure pleasure.

“look what you do to me… completely fucked because of you…”

each thrust tore sounds from your throat you could no longer control. pleasure rose like an unstoppable, hot, and overwhelming wave.

“mmh– just like that… fuck, ji–” all the words dissolved into muffled, broken moans.

your body trembled violently beneath him, muscles tightening, pleasure spiraling uncontrollably higher.

the rhythm faltered, movements turning erratic, desperate. like both of you were tumbling toward an unavoidable edge.

“i’m so close…” he gasped against your ear.

your legs shook and your tummy tightened violently. your entire body coiled around the unbearable pressure building inside you.

"ji… ah– fuck–" you whimpered.

the world seemed to shrink at the overwhelming sensation of his cock filling you completely.

your entire body tightened and shattered. the orgasm ripped through you like a brutal electric shock, pleasure detonating violently, your back arching as a broken cry escaped from your lips.

jisung completely lost control seconds later.

a few sloppy, desperate thrusts, a strangled groan, and then he collapsed. your walls tightening mercilessly around him, clenching and dragging the orgasm straight out of him as he came hard inside you.

he fell beside you with a weary gasp that lasted longer than necessary. there he was. your dramatic, teasing, hopelessly clumsy jisung. you laughed softly, still gasping for air, weakly hitting his bare chest.

the silence afterward felt deafening. your ragged breaths merged into one, your hearts pounded, and your bodies trembled.

that is, until the beep of the washing machine completely broke the atmosphere, announcing that its cycle had ended.

you both remained silent for a few seconds. then turned to each other in perfect sync and burst out laughing. because obviously that had to happen right now.

jisung tried to sit up first. yes, he tried.

“shit- my legs!” he groaned, touching his legs dramatically.

you laughed loudly, nudging him with your foot and receiving a dirty look. from where you stood, the view was dangerously tempting. biting your lip, you slipped on his oversized graphic tee before he could reach it.

“you should move the laundry to the dryer, ji,” you teased playfully.

your fingers traced his bare back and a shiver immediately ran through his entire body.

he turned to look at you, smiling at the sight of you wearing his shirt, hair messy, expression thoroughly satisfied. he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

“when i get back… you wanna…?” he tilted his head suggestively.

you flopped back onto the bed, wiggling your brows as you tugged the hem of the shirt higher, revealing your thighs with a shameless grin. jisung let out a low whistle, leaning against the doorway, eyes dragging hungrily over your body.

“don’t think i’m gonna stop calling you a sore loser after this, baby,” you stuck your tongue out.

jisung rolled his eyes with a fond smile, like he already knew he was completely doomed when it came to you. as he walked toward the laundry room, he started laughing under his breath like he’d just heard the best joke of his life.

and watching him disappear down the hall, you could only think one thing.

jeongin was absolutely having a nervous breakdown when he found out.