i’ve been into kpop for about a year now(i think). stray kids was my introduction to kpop..! i saw a video of changbins build (mmm big arms mmmmm) and i like came and then went into a rabbit hole and got hashtag hooked. i’m ot8 with skz with an ult bias of changbin.
other kpop groups
ateez, bts, 1verse, txt, newjeans, cortis, XDINARY HEROES (plsplspls love their music sm its not funny), enhypen, twice, illit, piwon, le sserafim, xlov, kickflip, and def more im forgetting
fully stan, kinda stan, music only
who i’ll write for
i’m probably gonna keep with stray kids stuff i guess..? they’re the only group im rlly rlly into where i have a gauge on their personalities to be comfortable enough to write for. BUT not kpop related i might write for the pitt i think !! OR ARTHUR MORGAN MEOW MEOW MEOW
my writing history
i’ve drabbled here and there since i was like 11..? always been on wattpad and a little bit ao3 but recently i realized that tumblr is lwk goated and decided to try again with skz since my fixation on them is not leaving anytime soon.
EXTRAAA (it’s me (duh) yapping)
changbin is my ult bias, but i’m ot8 with skz. whatever member i obsess over in skz changes, whenever i made this account it was lee know. right now it’s probs felix or han. i mostly consume skz content but i do occasionally watch bts and atz. i love xdinary heroes sm. im basically an open book so if you have any questions please ask !!!!!
( 애인 ) when you get dating rumors with seungmin because you both love pochacco. thank twitter. or don't.
💭 :: 28ss fluff illit member!rea changbin being a freak no one thinks seungy/n can pull one (1) tadc reference
𑣲⋆ note ⸝⸝ @kloversung & @yawwni cameo in there #girlfriends
back on the tumblr grind (new talking stage turned into dating not the b to the f yet) (we talk during my peak reading and writing hours it breaks me heart)
You had just been looking at your boyfriend's concert pictures on social media, and you were completely losing your mind. Hoseok was usually pretty relaxed—always laughing and joking around—but he was dead serious when it came to his work, and when it came to you.
It was almost early morning, and you were mindlessly scrolling through reels until you came across a clip from last night's concert. There was your boyfriend, thrusting his hips and driving the crowd absolutely crazy. Not to mention that insane outfit—a blazer over a low V-cut, thin top that left his toned chest completely on display. You watched the video three times, suddenly feeling a rush of heat.
You missed him so much. He had only flown out to Europe a few days ago for his concert tour, but you already ached for his presence. You missed his laughter, his jokes, and the loud, unapologetic way he always showed you he cared.
Without thinking twice, you dialed his number. He answered after a few rings, and you could tell just from the sound of his voice that he was already smiling.
"Hey," you said in a quiet voice, lying flat on your stomach with your front pressed against the mattress.
"Still in bed, babe?" he asked. In the background, you could hear the muffled sound of shifting around and the other guys laughing loudly.
"It's too early here, Hobi."
"It's that early and you're already calling me?" You heard a door click shut, a clear sign that he had stepped into a room alone.
"Where are you?" you mumbled, pressing your face into the pillow as those concert clips flashed through your mind again.
"Just got back from dinner. It's 10:30 PM here," he replied. "The boys are going out to grab some drinks."
"What about you?"
"I’m going to catch up with my girlfriend. I missed you."
The raw honesty in his voice hit you hard. Before this tour, the two of you had been practically joined at the hip. The one-month separation during the first leg of the tour had been brutal, and you had missed him every single day. You had considered flying out to see him, but work kept you grounded. It felt like torture being apart. When he finally returned to Korea, you spent every moment making up for lost time with endless dates. By the time he was getting ready to leave for Europe, your mornings were filled with whispered "I miss you's" and "I love you's."
This was the first time you both had to deal with long distance since starting your relationship. It was hard, but you were both doing your absolute best to make it work. Whenever the distance got too heavy or things turned a bit more playful, he would switch to a video call and let things flow naturally—though you weren't above torturing him by sending a few teasing photos just to make him miss you even more.
"How was your day?" You shifted back against your pillows, humming softly at his question.
"Better. I mean, today hasn't really started yet, but yesterday I got home from work and went out for dinner with Mom and Dad." You smiled, remembering how your dad and Hoseok always joked around whenever they were together. "Dad says he misses you at the dinner table, too."
Hoseok let out a warm laugh. "Even my mom misses you. She actually asked me if you'd be comfortable having dinner with them alone while I'm away."
"I definitely would be!"
For a few minutes, the two of you just chatted about normal, everyday things, until you finally brought up his outfit from the night before.
"You looked... hot last night. I was just looking at the pictures." You casually twirled a corner of the blanket around your finger.
"Hot?" he teased, his voice dropping an octave.
"Stop," you warned, though you couldn't hide your smile.
"How hot, baby? If I were standing right in front of you after the concert, what would you do?"
"Nothing."
"Really?"
"I would maybe... kiss you?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling to yourself. You always loved teasing him.
"That's it?" he asked, sounding completely incredulous.
"What else, dumbo?" you laughed.
"Uh-huh. Switch to video call?"
Without wasting another second, you grabbed your laptop and accepted the incoming video call. The moment his feed connected, your breath caught. He was half-naked. His broad chest was fully on display, making you swallow hard. He caught your expression and smirked.
"Did you take your shirt off right before calling? Don't lie!" you laughed, trying to play it cool.
"Oh, maybe I did. My girlfriend deserves a treat." He winked, adjusting his tablet to give you a clear view of the defined lines of his abs.
"You've been working out," you pointed out, unable to deny how incredibly fit he looked.
"Shamelessly checking me out, huh? My fans would die to see me like this," he teased, clicking his tongue.
You raised an eyebrow at the screen. "That's my body... it belongs to me. So hush.”
"Wow. So possessive," he smirked, his eyes slowly dropping to the curve of your neck where your silk pajama top had slid slightly off your shoulder. You noticed his gaze immediately. You loved the way he looked at you—the way his focus entirely locked onto your body.
You smiled, teasing him. "What?"
"Just... wishing I was that fabric right now."
You laughed softly. "That's... stupid."
He leaned closer to the screen, making your heart skip a beat. "Nothing is stupid when it comes to you. How about you get rid of it, babe?" His eyes turned heavy, dropping down to focus on your chest.
Your smile slowly faded as a sharp tingle ran across your skin under his intense stare. Swallowing hard, you carefully set the laptop down on the bed and shifted into a more comfortable position.
Hoseok didn't look away for even a single second as you slowly unbuttoned the silk top and slid it completely off your shoulders.
"No bra?" His voice dropped into a husky register that made you ache instantly.
"Who sleeps with a bra?" you laughed lightly, but as you noticed the sudden, serious shift in his expression, the laughter died in your throat. Hoseok was a funny, playful man in everyday life, but when it came to this, his entire demeanor changed into something fierce and completely dominant.
You felt his gaze trace your chest slowly, examining you as if it were the absolute first time.
"Hobi..." you whispered, a sudden wave of heat and shyness washing over you.
His eyes locked onto the peak of your nipples, tracking the way your body was responding to his stare.
"Hold them," he ordered, his eyes snapping back up to meet yours.
Obediently, you cupped your breasts, squeezing them slightly and imagining it was his hands on you instead.
"Don't look away from me. Not even once," he said, shifting back to discard his trousers. Even through his boxers, the prominent ridge of his arousal was entirely visible, making your mouth go dry.
"Pinch your nipples," he whispered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You slowly pinched the sensitive peaks, your body arching slightly as the cool air from the AC hit your bare skin.
"Yes. Harder," he encouraged, his voice growing deeper as he watched your reaction.
You pinched your nipples harder, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. You pressed your thighs tightly together, feeling the heat and wetness pooling in your panties.
"Gosh, they look so soft... so soft," he groaned, his voice thick. "I wish I could latch my mouth onto them, suck on them for hours and... fuck."
You watched his hand slowly disappear off the bottom of the screen, his shoulder moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. The realization that he was touching himself sent a massive jolt of arousal straight through you.
"On screen," you whispered, needing to see him.
Hoseok sat up fully, adjusting his tablet so you could see the thick, hard length of his erection outlining his boxers. He kept his eyes locked on you, watching you squeeze your breasts and bite your lip, while his hand gripped his own cock through the fabric.
"Wish it was your hand..." he whispered hoarsely.
You wished it was too. You craved his hands, his tongue, and the weight of his body pressing down on yours.
"Pants, babe. Remove them. Panties too," he commanded, his gaze darkening. "Move back and spread for me."
You did exactly as he said. Shifting backward, you pressed your back against the headboard, slowly sliding your pants and underwear down your legs until they were discarded on the mattress.
His eyes devoured your every movement. A heavy curse escaped his lips as you slowly parted your legs, revealing your slick, glistening puff of pussy completely to the camera.
"Leaking for me already, huh?" he smirked, his pace quickening as he watched you.
You felt completely exposed, but you loved it. You shamelessly craved the way his eyes tracked every shift of your body, watching the slick moisture glisten on your skin.
He unconsciously licked his lips, his gaze darkening further as he finally stripped out of his boxers. You watched, breathless, as his erection was fully revealed—thick, fully hard, and glistening at the tip. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he angled the camera down, giving you an unobstructed view.
"See how hard you make me?" he murmured, his grip tightening around himself.
The cool air of the bedroom hit your bare skin, sending a shiver through you that only intensified the ache between your thighs. Instinctively, you started to bring your knees back together.
"Did I say you could close your legs?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone shifting into that strict, commanding register.
You immediately parted your legs again, shivering as the authority in his voice sent a sharp thrill straight to your clit.
"Spread those folds for me," he ordered, his hand slowly rubbing the head of his dick, smearing the pre-cum over the length.
You slowly reached down and parted yourself, exposing your glistening clit, which was visibly throbbing for touch. Hoseok’s cock twitched in response. He fisted his hand tightly around his length and began to pump it, his eyes locked on the way your body reacted to the visual.
"Look at you, spread open for me, leaking and messy, throbbing for me... you want to touch yourself?" he whispered hoarsely.
Your eyes remained fixed on his hand moving rhythmically along his shaft. "Yes... can I touch myself?" you asked, your voice trembling.
"Are you a good girl?"
You nodded eagerly against the headboard.
"Then go on. Swipe your index finger down your slit and back up to your clit," he commanded. You obeyed, a soft gasp escaping you. "Now rub your clit twice, and then bring your finger to your mouth."
Your cheeks burned a deep pink as you followed his instructions, pressing your wet finger against your sensitive clit before lifting your hand to your face.
"Open your mouth, baby. Show me your tongue."
You parted your lips, looking up at the screen just the way you did when he was with you in person. You slowly licked your finger clean, tasting yourself under his heavy, approving stare.
"Good," he praised, knowing exactly how much you loved his approval. "Come on now, spread yourself wide open and thrust your fingers deep inside. Slowly."
You moaned aloud as your fingers slid easily into your own slick warmth.
"Look at that, so eager. If it were my dick in there right now, it would be so tight... right?" he groaned, his pace quickening.
"Hobi..." You whimpered, thrusting your fingers in deep and curling them against your sensitive wall, mimicking the exact rhythm he always used on you.
"God... you look so good, baby. Come on." Hoseok let out a heavy breath, his hand moving in a frantic, desperate blur against his shaft until he finally came, the white heat of his release coating his stomach. He threw his head back, panting, but his eyes never fully left the screen, watching your body arch and your center throb for attention. If he were there, he would have been burying his face between your thighs, licking you clean while his fingers stretched you open.
"I miss the scent of you so much..." he whispered, his voice thick and raspy.
You let out a soft, broken moan, feeling yourself hovering right on the edge. His dirty words were making you squirm against the mattress.
"Open your eyes, baby. No, don't close them... look at me," he commanded softly when your eyelids started to flutter shut. "Look at how much I want you. I want to be inside you. Fuck you. Feel you. Cum deep inside you. Look here." He dipped his fingers into the slick warmth on his skin, holding them up to the camera. "See this? I wish it was inside you right now."
"Hobi..." You moaned loudly, your hips twitching involuntarily.
"Yes... just like that, baby. Come for me. Let me watch you release everything. Let it all out for me," he encouraged, his hand still resting heavily over his hardening length.
With a shattered moan, your body finally snapped. You came hard, your walls contracting tightly around your fingers as a wave of intense pleasure rushed through you.
"That's so hot..." His eyes didn't track away for a single second, completely captivated by the sight of your release. "Gosh, I wish I could slide my tongue all over you right now... taste every bit of it." He swallowed hard, his chest heaving.
You slumped back against the headboard, completely spent, breathless, and satisfied. A small, lazy smile tugged at your lips, your legs still relaxed and parted on the bed.
Hoseok’s intense expression softened into a warm, familiar smirk as he watched you come down from the high. "You did such a good job for me, baby," he praised, his voice returning to that gentle, loving tone you missed so much.
summary: after opening up about his crush on you, you get invited as a guest on daesung's youtube channel. now neither of you can let this real opportunity slip by...
word count: 3829
tags: fluff; flirting, teasing, innuendos, jiyong and youngbae being little shits
ao3 link
Daesung should have known better than to let Ji-yong and Youngbae team up against him.
It started out as a normal Zip Daesung episode—just three old friends gathered around a table, eating delicious food, and reminiscing about their careers. But then, somewhere between bites of grilled meat and playful jabs at each other’s fashion choices, the conversation took a turn.
“So,” Ji-yong leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who’s your dream guest for this show?”
Daesung hummed, tapping his chin in thought. “Dream guest? That’s tough… I mean, I’d love to have so many people on.”
Youngbae smirked. “Oh, come on. Just one name.”
Daesung hesitated, but then a name slipped out before he could stop himself. Yours. Ji-yong and Youngbae immediately exchanged a look.
“Ohhh?” Ji-yong’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s your pick?”
Daesung frowned, already regretting speaking. “What? She’d be a fun guest!”
“You think it would be fun?” Youngbae practically cackled, slapping his knee. “You’ve been crushing on her for years.”
Ji-yong gasped dramatically. “Wait—years?”
Daesung turned red instantly. “I never said—”
“Man, don’t even try to deny it!” Youngbae cut in, grinning. “Every time her name comes up, you get all weird. You talk about her performances like she personally invented music. And don’t even get me started on that one time you—”
Daesung lunged forward. “Shut up!”
Ji-yong was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes, he then moved to nudge Youngbae. “This is amazing. Should I play matchmaker again? You both know I have a good track record.”
“It’s not like that!” Daesung’s protests fell on deaf ears.
Ji-yong held up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We get it. She’s cool, talented, really good-looking—”
“I hate you both.”
“You won’t for much longer…”
Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the end of it. The internet saw everything—especially your fans. The moment the episode aired, they latched onto it like detectives uncovering a major scandal. Within hours, social media was flooded with reactions, memes, and demands for you to appear on his channel. Fans dissected every second of his flustered reaction, zooming in on the way his ears turned red, looping the moment he choked on thin air, and outright begging you to make it happen.
Your heart sped up and ached at the thought of it, in fact. You have met Daesung a couple times, but only in passing at various awards shows before getting swept away within a minute or two by demanding managers, and even more demanding schedules. So the thought of being able to sit down and talk properly—intentionally—with him? It was everything to you. If only your schedule wasn’t so—
“You’re doing Zip Daesung soon, by the way.”
You paused mid-sip of your drink, finally snapping out of your thoughts, and staring at your agent across the table. “I’m sorry—what?”
She barely looked up from her tablet, scrolling through your upcoming schedule. “They sent the invite. I confirmed.”
You blinked. “You what?”
“They wanted you on. You’re free that day. It’s happening.” She finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You like Daesung, don’t you?”
That was besides the point.
“I just—” You bit your lip, barely stopping the smile threatening to form. “I mean… have you seen what’s been happening online?”
“Oh, I’ve seen it. The clip of him getting teased? Adorable. The fans demanding this episode? Hilarious. And let’s not forget G-Dragon himself declaring the fact that he’s a matchmaker.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“You’re smiling.”
You immediately wiped the grin off your face. “No, I’m not.”
She just snorted. “Sure. Anyway, I already let the show know you’ll be there. They’re excited. Daesung is definitely excited.”
You exhaled, shaking your head. “You’re evil.”
“I prefer efficient.” She glanced back at her tablet. “Now, do you want me to send a standard confirmation, or should I let them know you’re looking forward to seeing Daesung blush in person?”
You shot her a look.
She grinned. “I’ll keep it professional. But you are going to have fun with this, right?”
You picked up your drink again, a slow smirk forming. “Oh, absolutely.”
A couple weeks later, the day had finally arrived. You stepped out of the car, adjusting your outfit as you took in the cozy restaurant set up. Warm lighting, carefully arranged cameras, and the familiar hum of production staff moving around filled the space. Everything looked inviting, intimate—perfect for casual conversation over a meal. Perfect for messing with him.
One of the production assistants came out to happily greet you, leading you inside and attaching a lapel microphone to your collar as they informed you how excited the man of the hour was excited to see you. Of course he was. Naturally, you were too. Not that you said anything more than a polite return of the compliment.
The cameras were already rolling when you walked in. Daesung sat at the table, holding up a sleek bottle, mid-sentence in what was clearly a sponsorship plug. His voice was smooth and confident as he looked straight into the camera. “…which is why this is the perfect drink to enjoy with any meal. It’s refreshing, healthy, and, most importantly—”
Then, his eyes landed on you, and everything fell apart.
His grip on the bottle tightened. His words stalled, lips parting slightly like his brain had just short-circuited.
Somewhere off to the side, you heard a quiet whisper. “Oh my God, did you see that?”
Another voice, barely stifling laughter: “He’s doomed.”
You paused for a second, glancing around. The restaurant set was dimly lit for ambiance, and beyond the bright filming lights, you couldn’t quite make out the source of the voices. Probably some staff members who were getting a kick out of his reaction.
You smirked, stepping forward as the cameras captured everything. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt.”
Daesung blinked rapidly, scrambling to recover. “N-No, it’s fine! I was just—uh—finishing up.” He turned back to the camera, clearing his throat like that would somehow fix everything. “Anyway, be sure to check it out. I highly recommend it.”
With extreme focus, he set the bottle down—carefully, like he was afraid even the slightest wrong move would send it flying across the table.
Another whisper floated through the air. “He’s gripping that bottle like it’s a lifeline.”
You resisted the urge to look around again, choosing instead to slide into your seat across from him, resting your chin in your hand. “You sure? You seemed really into that.”
His laugh came out slightly too high-pitched at first, but then something shifted. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and suddenly, there was a glint in his eye.
“I mean,” he mused, tilting his head, “I was into it. But I wasn’t expecting you to be this early.”
You raised a brow. “Oh?”
Daesung leaned back slightly, a slow smile forming. “Yeah. I thought I had more time to prepare.”
You blinked, caught off guard for the briefest second. You’d come in expecting him to be the flustered one—but now? Now, he was looking at you like you were the one who needed to catch up.
And damn it, that was actually kind of attractive.
Another whisper from the shadows. “Did he just—?”
“Oh, he’s fighting back. This is getting good.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly, ignoring the voices as you smirked at Daesung. “Oh, I see how it is. You needed time to brace yourself.”
“Something like that.”
Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, you’d just have to turn it up a notch. You leaned in slightly, voice softer. “Well… I hope you like surprises.”
“Oh, I love surprises,” he said smoothly, voice dipping just enough to make it clear he was enjoying himself. “Especially when they walk into the room before I’ve had a chance to properly welcome them.”
“Is that your way of saying you would’ve rolled out the red carpet if I was a little later?”
“No, that’s my way of saying I would’ve had time to mentally prepare before you walked in and completely threw me off.”
“You know, I’m starting to think you wanted to be caught off guard.”
Daesung leaned forward just a little, mirroring your posture. “And why would I do that?”
Your smirk deepened. “Maybe because you like it when I have the upper hand.”
For a split second, you saw something flicker across his face—something dangerously close to intrigue. But before you could claim victory, he exhaled through his nose in a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re quick,” he mused. “But…” He tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flickering over you before locking back onto yours. “I do like a challenge.”
Your breath caught just slightly—not enough for the cameras to notice, but enough for him to see it.
Oh. Oh.
So that’s how he wanted to play it.
Another whisper, nearly choked with laughter. “They’re just flirting at this point.” “Just wait till the food actually gets here.”
You still couldn’t quite see who was whispering, but you had an idea. Not that it mattered. Because right now, Daesung was looking at you like he was enjoying every second of this, and damn it—so were you. Game on. A small pause settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with amusement and something else you weren’t ready to name yet. Daesung’s eyes still held that playful glint, a quiet challenge lingering between the two of you, but before either of you could push it further, the soft clink of dishes being placed on the table shifted the moment.
The restaurant staff had begun setting down the first course, steam rising from the carefully plated dishes. The rich aroma of broth, spices, and grilled meat filled the air, making your stomach tighten in anticipation.
Daesung exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he picked up his chopsticks. “Alright, before we accidentally turn this into a staring contest, let’s eat.”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Sure, let’s call it accidental.”
His lips quirked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured toward the dish in front of you. “Do you like this? I asked them to include some of your favorites.”
Your brows raised slightly, pleasantly surprised. “You did?”
He hummed, grabbing a piece of meat and dipping it into sauce. “Of course. I did some research, you know. I couldn’t invite you on and not at least pretend to be a good host.”
There was a teasing edge to his tone, but the thoughtfulness behind it made warmth bloom in your chest.
You picked up your chopsticks, giving him a small smile. “I appreciate it. That’s very…” You paused, tilting your head. “Dare I say—charming of you?”
Daesung chuckled, shaking his head. “You could say that. Or you could just admit you’re impressed.”
“I’m slightly impressed,” you admitted, picking up a bite of food and tasting it. The flavors melted on your tongue, perfectly balanced. “Okay, more than slightly. This is really good.”
He grinned, clearly satisfied. “See? And you doubted me.”
“I never doubted you.” You gestured with your chopsticks. “I just assumed you’d be more focused on trying to make me flustered than actually making sure I enjoyed the meal.”
His laugh came easy this time, smooth and genuine. “Who says I can’t do both?”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
The conversation slipped into an easy rhythm as the two of you ate, teasing remarks woven between casual questions about schedules, recent projects, and shared industry experiences. It felt natural—comfortable, despite the bright filming lights and the knowledge that thousands of people would be watching this later. Even the quiet murmurs from the shadows—who you still hadn’t identified—faded into the background as you found yourself getting lost in the push and pull of conversation.
Daesung was witty, effortlessly charming, and heart-warmingly attentive, making sure your plate was never empty and that you were comfortable. While the playful teasing never fully disappeared, there was something undeniably genuine underneath it all. And that? That was even more dangerous than the flirting.
You twirled your chopsticks between your fingers, watching Daesung as he took a bite of food. He was comfortable now, smiling easily as he spoke, completely in his element. The earlier nerves had faded, replaced by his usual warm charisma. Naturally, you had to ruin that.
You set your chopsticks down, leaning forward just enough to make him notice. “You know…” you mused, tilting your head. “I have to admit, I was really looking forward to this.”
Daesung’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He blinked, processing your words before offering an amused smirk. “Oh? My show, or… me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
His eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to play along. But then you reached for your drink, casually taking a sip as you let your words sink in.
That’s when you saw it. The slight shift in his expression—the way his fingers tightened around his chopsticks just a little too much, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips like he was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had gotten.
Got him.
He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he picked up a piece of meat and placed it on your plate. “Eat. You’re getting too confident.”
You let out a soft laugh. “What? I can’t compliment my charming host?”
His jaw tightened for the briefest second, but then he exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “You are dangerous.”
You popped the bite of food into your mouth, chewing with exaggerated innocence. “Oh? I thought you liked a challenge.”
He let out his own breathy laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “I do.”
“You sure?” Your cheeks were almost starting to hurt with how long you’ve been smiling. “Seems to me like you could have used that mental preparation.”
As much as you enjoyed getting under his skin, there was something equally enjoyable about watching him find his rhythm again. He wasn’t flustered so much as he was enjoying this—meeting you beat for beat, letting the conversation slip into a smooth back-and-forth that neither of you had to think too hard about. A natural rhythm. A comfortable challenge.
Daesung picked up another piece of food and placed it on your plate, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Eat. I’d rather not lose to you on an empty stomach.”
You let out a soft chuckle, picking up the bite he’d given you. “Fair enough. Wouldn’t want you to tap out too early.”
His grin widened. “Oh, don’t worry. I never tap out early.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Daesung’s smile faltered for just a second. A single second of realization.
Then—
A sharp, choked sound came from somewhere off-camera. A full-bodied laugh followed, then a chair scraped against the floor as someone collapsed with laughter.
Daesung instantly straightened in his seat and frantically waved his hands, his ears turning bright red as his brain clearly scrambled for a way out. “No, no, wait! That is not what I meant! I just meant—I meant that I—I don’t give up easily! Like—I keep going! I mean, not like that! Not that I wouldn’t—wait, no, that’s not—”
The more he talked, the deeper he sank, and the moment he clamped his mouth shut, realizing the hole he’d dug for himself—
A loud, dramatic sigh.
“Alright, that’s enough,” a voice announced, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps.
Before Daesung—or you—could react, two figures emerged from the shadows, stepping into the frame like they owned the place. Ji-yong and Youngbae. Cackling. Absolutely delighted.
The crew lost it.
“Sorry, we couldn’t let this continue,” Ji-yong said, slapping a hand onto Daesung’s shoulder while grinning ear to ear.
“Yeah,” Youngbae added, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “He was drowning. We had to step in.”
Daesung let out a very real groan, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh my—”
You, meanwhile, just sat back and watched, thoroughly entertained. “So that’s where those whispers were coming from.”
Ji-yong smirked, winking. “You’re welcome.”
Daesung shot them a look. “I hate both of you.”
“No, you don’t,” Youngbae jumped in.
Ji-yong leaned in, elbowing Daesung. “So. You never tap out, huh?”
Oh, this was the best decision you’d ever made.
What was once a standard episode of Zip Daesung had quickly unraveled into something much less structured—and far more chaotic.
Ji-yong and Youngbae made themselves comfortable, as if they’d been invited rather than having quite literally crashed the shoot. Youngbae, in true older-brother fashion, took it upon himself to steal bites of Daesung’s food, nodding in faux approval as if he were a judge on a cooking show. Ji-yong, on the other hand, leaned forward with his chin in his palm, shooting you knowing glances every time Daesung so much as looked in your direction.
Daesung, to his credit, tried to regain control of the show.
Tried.
But every time he attempted to steer the conversation back to the meal, the questions, anything remotely professional, one of his so-called friends would derail it entirely.
“Oh, let’s talk about your crush,” Ji-yong had said at one point, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “You know, the one you definitely don’t have.”
“Yeah, how’s that working out for you, buddy?” Youngbae added, far too pleased with himself.
Daesung nearly knocked over his drink.
“I mean… they do have a point.” You noted.
Daesung gave up.
He slumped back in his chair, sighing so deeply you thought he might just melt into the floor. “This is my own show. I invited you. And yet, here I am, suffering.”
Ji-yong patted his back. “Yeah, but it’s great content.”
By the time the meal neared its end, the restaurant was filled with laughter, empty dishes, and a camera crew that had long since given up on maintaining any sort of structure. What had started as a playful, casual interview had turned into a full-fledged comedy special. Eventually, the director called it a wrap.
Daesung exhaled, slumping forward onto the table.
You chuckled, stretching slightly. “That was fun.”
“For you, maybe,” Daesung muttered, glaring at his so-called friends. “I just lost all credibility.”
Ji-yong smirked. “Oh, you never had any to begin with.”
Youngbae stood, stretching with a grin. “Alright, we’ll get out of your hair now. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”
Daesung’s jaw clenched. “That’s literally not helpful.”
Ji-yong just winked before the two of them disappeared into the background, still chuckling to themselves.
As the crew packed up, Daesung rubbed his temples, exhaling deeply. “I am never letting them anywhere near my show again.”
“I don’t know… I think they added a nice touch.”
“Of course you do.”
With the cameras off and the crew packing up, the once-buzzing atmosphere simmered into something quieter, more intimate. The overhead lights were dimmer now, casting a warm glow over the table where you and Daesung still sat.
And yet, for all the teasing and easy banter, something in him had shifted. He was quieter. Fidgeting. Stealing glances at you, then looking away just as quickly. You noticed, of course. How could you not? The normally playful and effortlessly charming Daesung was suddenly hesitant, almost unsure—like something was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. You waited, giving him the space to speak. But the words never came.
Instead, he exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… I guess I should walk you out.”
You tilted your head slightly but didn’t push. “Alright.”
The two of you stood, gathering your things as the last bits of the production crew wrapped up. A few of them shot you knowing looks—they had clearly been hoping for something more to happen on camera—but they said nothing as you made your way toward the exit.
The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside. The streets were quieter now, the neon signs of Seoul humming softly against the darkness. You turned slightly toward him, offering a small smile.
“Well, thanks for having me,” you said, keeping your tone light. “Even if your show got completely hijacked.”
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, that was… something.”
A beat of silence passed.
For a moment, it seemed like that was it—that he was just going to let you leave. That the teasing, the lingering glances, the undeniable tension had all been in your head. And then—
“Wait.”
His voice was quieter now, less sure, but there was urgency in it.
You turned back just as he took a step closer, rubbing his hands together like he was working up the nerve for something.
“I—” He exhaled sharply, then met your gaze, determination flickering behind his warm eyes. “Would you… wanna make a real date out of this?”
Your breath caught.
For the first time tonight, the teasing stopped. Your mind blanked for a split second, heart skipping an unsteady beat. A real date?
You searched his expression, almost in disbelief. He noticed it immediately—the way your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag, the way your lips parted like you weren’t quite sure you’d heard him right. The way your usual playful, effortless confidence wavered just a little. Just like that, his entire demeanor softened.
He let out a quiet chuckle, stepping just a bit closer. “What?” His voice was warm, teasing, but gentle. “Did I break you?”
You blinked, snapping out of it. “I—” You cleared your throat, shaking your head. “No. Just… I thought maybe after tonight you’d—”
You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even saying it.
“What? Change my mind?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Please. You think I went through all that just to let you get away?”
You stared at him, still thrown, and that was when he really saw it—genuine nerves flickering across your face, the disbelief that he actually wanted this for real. Wanted you.
Something in him melted. Then, just as quickly, his signature grin returned.
“Wow.” He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You were so smooth five minutes ago. Where’d all that confidence go?”
Your jaw dropped. “Oh, shut up—”
“No, no, I liked that!” He grinned, pointing at you. “Should I make you nervous more often? You’re kinda cute like this.”
“I hate you.”
“Still wanna go on a date with me, though?”
“Unfortunately.”
Daesung laughed, bright and full, and you rolled your eyes before finally letting your own grin slip through.
“Alright,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, still watching you with something undeniably fond in his gaze. “Then let’s go.”
(A/N: I haven’t written fanfic in about 8 years give or take a year or two. Please be mindful of this when reading. I just love the Orville…well sci-fi in general and decided that I would pick back up writing to make sure my skill hadn’t been dulled. I’ve created this tumblr exclusively for my sci-fi fics and because I noticed the upsetting lack of Orville stories. Such a shame. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. This is no.1 in an Ambassador series I plan to write)
You had always known that Kelly Grayson was a part of Ed’s story – a part that he hadn’t fully left behind. How could he, when they lived and worked on the same ship. They had a shared friendship group. There was really no reason for him to let go. You had seen it in the way that he spoke to her when you first came onboard the Orville, in the ways his mood shifted whenever her name came up, or in his eyes when she moved around a room, they were both in.
At first, you told yourself that it didn’t matter. Of course, after how things had ended with them, there was bound to be some residual emotions towards her; but then you had shaken your head at the thought. Ed Mercer was not a man who lived in the past. He had a job to do, a crew to lead. But the more time you spent with him, the more you saw that he was haunted by the ghost of a love that had never really ended. So, where did you stand in all of this.
The tension between you had been steadily building for weeks – a slow burn that neither of you had bothered to acknowledge. But when a diplomatic summit happened, Ed directly challenged your decision in front of the crew. As a Planetary Ambassador, it enraged you that your idea had been so quickly swept under a rug. After all you had gotten this role, not through nepotism but through hard work. You would not have said what you had through ignorance but rather experience. As a woman though it stung. The subtle little dig you felt that he had given you. You remained quiet for the rest of the meeting, silently stewing over your interaction.
When the meeting had finished and the rest of the crew had quickly vacated the room, having felt the thick tension in the air, you turned to Ed.
“What was that?” You demanded staring a hole into Ed’s head. He turned to look at you, pausing at the door.
“What are you talking about?”
“You undermined my decision, Ed. In front of your top officers!”
Ed raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. He had no idea what you were talking about. “I wasn’t undermining you. I was merely pointing out a risk in your plan. It’s my job to make sure that you and most importantly my crew don’t walk into a trap.”
“It’s my job to make sure this alliance holds together.”
Ed breaths in sharply, a little irritated that you don’t seem to understand his point of view.
“And what happens if it gets my crew killed?”
There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stare each other down. Stalemate. You’ve had your share of disagreements before, of course you had but this one feels different. It’s personal.
“This isn’t about the crew, is it?” you said, your voice lowering “It’s about Kelly.” Ed’s jaw tightens, though he doesn’t deny what you’ve questioned. You slowly take a step towards him.
“You’ve been acting different around me now that her and Cassius are over.”
“It has nothing to do with Kelly.” He denied.
“Really?” You say voice barely a whisper.
Ed looks away, his shoulders tense. In your neurotic state of mind, that’s all the confirmation you need. You’ve been patient, you’ve been understanding, for months damn it. But this- this cuts a little too deep. Even for your thick skin.
“I see the way you look at her.”
“Its not-“
You raise a hand to silence him. Taking a breath, you try to keep your voice steady, but your worried mind starts to tick over and the cracks are starting to show.
“I’ve stood by you through a lot. Ever since I came on board, I’ve always had your back. I’ve defended you to the admiralty, trusted you..and all this time, I’ve been fooling myself into thinking I wasn’t standing in someone else’s shadow.”
“It’s not like that.” Ed said softly.
“Then tell me what it’s like. Because from where I’m standing, it feels like you’re still holding a flame that you should have put out a long time ago.”
Finally, he meets your gaze, his expression unreadable to anyone but you. You can see the war inside him – the part of him that still aches for what he lost, and the part of him that wants to move forward. But he doesn’t know how.
“I’m not holding on to her.”
“Then why are you always looking at me like I’m seconds best?”
“That’s not fair.” He stuttered.
“No? I think it’s the most honest thing either of us has said.”
The silence is thick and painful Ed opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but no words come out. You shake your head, bitter creeping in.
“I’m not Kelly.”
He nods his head “I know that.”
“Do you? Because it feels like you compare us.”
“I’m not comparing-“
You cut him off again, running a hand through your hair.
“Yes, you are. Maybe not on purpose, maybe not consciously, but every time you look at me, I can see it in your eyes. You’re still wondering if you made the right choice or if you should have waited it out. “
Ed steps closer, his expression painted and goes to rest a hand on your shoulder. “That’s not what this is about.”
“Then what is it about, Ed?”
He doesn’t answer and you wait for a while but when nothing happens, you sigh. “Whatever, Ed... I’m tired.”
With that you turn and walk out of the room. Ed looking at your retreating figure.
The fight in the corridor leaves you both raw and emotionally exposed. You haven’t spoken much since just a few clipped words here and there. The tension between you feels unbearable, and the crew can sense it. Even Kelly pulls Ed aside at one point.
“Whatever’s going on between you two...don’t let it fester. Life out here is unpredictable; you don’t know what can happen and you don’t want any regrets.”
But Ed ignores her, burying himself in work – you do the same. The unresolved tension lingers.
Then, the diplomatic summit arrives.
The Orville escorted you to the volatile diplomatic summit between two warring planets. The situation is delicate – both sides are on the verge of peace, but tensions were high. You insist on going into the negotiation room despite the risks. Peace between these planets could open up a whole new sector of space for the union.
It simple negotiations, the last leg of the race. You had worked tirelessly to bring both sides to the table, hoping to end centuries of conflict.
Ed didn’t want you to go down there and so despite the fact that he had barely spoken to you in the last week, he came down to the shuttle bay to plead with you.
“Let the envoys handle it,” he said pulling you to the side as he began to pace restlessly. “It’s too dangerous.”
“ I’ve got this, Mercer.” You insisted and he looked at you slightly hurt. The last time you had called him by his surname was before when Admiral Halsey had assigned you to the Orville. “This is my mission.”
Reluctantly, he agreed - but not without stationing extra security near the negotiation rooms.
The talks seemed to be going well. Everything progressing smoothly. You kept your focus on the leaders, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your chest. You hadn’t spoken to Ed since the fight, now that you had you snapped at him, it didn’t sit well with you. That’s not how you would normally behave. His absence had weighed heavily on your mind.
Then, out of nowhere an explosion hit.
The blast rocked the negotiation room, sending debris everywhere. Chaos erupted as guards rushed in to protect the delegates. Another explosion rocked the room and this time you blacked out for a few moments before coming to, ears ringing and a warm sensation trickling from your head and stomach. You couldn’t even feel your legs. Looking down, you realised you were trapped under some of the falling ceiling.
In the distance you could hear Talla, your best friend and chief of security, calling out for you. You reached your hand out but everything started to get hazy again. The last thing you heard was Talla screaming “Ambassador down!”
The feed to the Orville cut soon after.
Back on the Orville, the bridge was deathly silent.
“Someone get me a signal damn it!” Ed barked, his voice cracking with panic and fists white from clenching at his chair handles.
“I’m trying, Captain,” Gordon replied, his usual calm and joking demeanour faltering.
The Comms link flickered to life, revealing a scene of utter carnage. It was hard to see through the smoke and debris, what they could see was a room littered with rubble and bodies.
Then a message from Talla came through. She was coughing badly “Captain, we’re boarding the shuttle right now. Ask Dr Finn and her whole medical team to meet us in the shuttle bay. It’s...it’s pretty bad.” With that the line cut and Ed was immediately shouting orders, running faster than he ever had towards the shuttle bay.
Dr Finn worked tirelessly to save you, her team having taken on the task of saving and patching up the other injured crew, Ed could see the strain in her eyes. It would have been easier if you were fully human, but you were a hybrid and so her research banks on your particular anatomy weren’t all up to scratch, it didn’t help that in the past whenever she had asked you to do a full physical you had managed to bypass her.
You were getting paler by the minute, completely motionless, blood soaking through your clothes and sheets.
“Claire, how bad is it really?” Ed asked, his head low and voice trembling.
Claire didn’t look up, she didn’t have time to. “Severe. I just managed to stop the bleeding, but there’s internal damage still. Now we just wait to see if what I’ve done will be enough. I’ll be in my office. I need to record all her biodata.”
Ed sank down the wall he had huddled into, his entire body shaking. He hadn’t told you how and what he was actually thinking, he had never apologised. And now, no matter how good Dr Finn was, he might not get the chance to.
“Please,” he whispered rocking himself in self- comfort. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”
Time blurred. He stayed there. Occasionally Claire, Talla, Gordon or even Kelly would come in to check on him and the situation. He barely paid them any mind. He just kept his eyes focused on you and replaying every interaction.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I should have made that clear. I should have said it sooner and I should have fought you more to stay on the ship. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Hours later, you stirred.
Ed’s head snapped up, his heart pounding.
“You’re awake,” he said, stumbling up and towards you. Relief thick in his voice. “You scared the hell out of me. How do you feel?”
“Like I got hit but a shuttle over and over.” You croaked looking at him tiredly.
Ed let out a shaky laugh. “You scared the living daylights out of me.”
“What happened?! I know there was an explosion or two...is everyone alright?!”
“Trust you to worry about other people when your here on the medical table. There was an attack from a rebel group, you and a few others were hurting badly but Talla managed to get you out. Claire wasn’t sure if...” he trailed off, swallowing hard “she wasn’t sure what was going to happen...I-I thought I lost you.”
Your expression softened when you saw the tears old and new on his ruddy cheeks and you reached a hand out to grab his.
“ I’m still here.”
Ed squeezed your hand, his eyes searching yours. “I need to tell you something.”
“Hmm?”
“ I love you,” he said with a firmness and conviction that left no room for doubt. “I’m an idiot, I know. Holding on to the past. But it’s you. You’re it for me.”
You smiled, your eyes shining with tears. “Yes Captain.”
Your recovery was slow but steady. The crew noticed the change in both of you. How you both smiled more, how Ed’s eyes lit up when you walked into the room.
“So...when can I expect to be best man again?!” Gordon teased one day.
“Shut up, Malloy.”
Even Kelly pulled you aside in the mess hall.
“You make him better you know!” She said with a genuine smile. “Thank you.”
From that moment, there were no more ghosts, no more shadows to live in. Ed had made it clear who he chose, and it was you.
— so this is how i think each of stray kids members would prefer when it comes to choking kinks, and i think we need to talk about this more because this kinks is one of the hottest ones there is.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG — PLEASURE DOM GIVER
Chan is the textbook definition of a responsible caretaker. He loves having you underneath him in missionary or folded in half, one large, veined hand wrapped firmly around your throat while he sinks into you with slow, punishing strokes. His grip is never reckless thumb pressing on your pulse point so he can monitor your heartbeat like the protective leader he is. “Eyes on me, baby. Breathe in with me, yeah?,” he growls in that deep, tired-but-sexy voice, forehead pressed against yours. Every time your walls flutter around him as he squeezes just enough to make the room spin, he groans like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. He thrives on the power and the intimacy of controlling your breath while giving you overwhelming pleasure.
He’ll switch between soft praise and filthy commands; “Such a good girl taking my cock and my hand at the same time… breathe when I let you.” Chan gets especially feral when you’re riding him and he pulls you down by the throat to kiss you messily. The faint red marks he leaves afterward become his favorite thing to kiss during aftercare. He’ll run you a bath, massage your neck gently, and whisper how proud he is of you for handing over that level of control. For Chan, choking isn’t just kink, it’s an act of complete ownership and devotion.
LEE MINHO — SADISTIC DOM GIVER
Minho is a cat-like dom who enjoys toying with his prey. He prefers choking you from behind while he fucks you deep and slow, two fingers under your jaw forcing your head back so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror. That signature smirk appears when your eyes water and your breathing turns into desperate little gasps. “Look how pathetic and pretty you get when I cut off your air,” he’ll purr sweetly, right before tightening his hand and slamming into you harder. He loves edging you mercilessly, choking you right to the edge, then loosening his grip so you can’t cum, repeating it until you’re crying and begging.
When he finally lets you cum, he chokes you through the whole orgasm, whispering degrading praise in your ear while your vision whites out. Minho is obsessed with the power exchange and the way your body surrenders completely to him. He’ll lick your tears, bite your shoulder, and call you his favorite little toy. Aftercare is surprisingly gentle: he becomes the softest version of himself, cuddling you, feeding you water, and stroking your hair while telling you how well you took his cruelty.
SEO CHANGBIN — EAGER SWITCH
Changbin’s massive arms and thick neck make him look like the ultimate dom, but the man secretly melts when you take control. While he can absolutely pin you down and choke you senseless (and looks ridiculously hot doing it), nothing destroys him faster than your smaller hand wrapped around his throat while you ride him. He loves being on his back, muscles bulging and glistening with sweat as you squeeze. The deeper he sinks into that lightheaded subspace, the harder he thrusts up into you, deep voice cracking into broken moans and whimpers. “Fuck—harder, please—choke me properly—”
The contrast between his powerful body and total submission is intoxicating. He gets embarrassingly loud and desperate, veins popping in his neck and arms while his eyes roll back. When he cums it’s almost violent, hips stuttering as he fills you up. Afterward he turns into the biggest, clingiest baby, hiding his flushed face in your chest and mumbling about how he can’t believe he likes it that much. He’ll ask you to trace the marks on his neck for hours.
HWANG HYUNJIN — PILLOW PRINCE SUB
Hyunjin is breathtaking when he’s being choked. He wants your hands (or both) around his long, elegant neck while he’s either buried inside you or you’re riding him into oblivion. His head tips back, long hair sticking to his damp skin, lips parted in a perfect “O” as breathy, theatrical moans spill out. He’s incredibly vocal; “Own me—ruin my pretty neck—make me yours.” The visual of his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks gets him off almost as much as the physical sensation. He likes it on the rougher side, light bruises that he’ll admire in the mirror later, tracing them with his fingers like art.
He’ll beg so prettily, hips rolling desperately while you control his air. The floaty, subspace headspace turns him into pure filth at the same time. Aftercare is essential because he becomes extra needy, wanting you to kiss every mark, cuddle him, and tell him how beautiful he looked whenever he gives the pleasure of just him lying down the bed.
HAN JISUNG — NEEDY SUB
Jisung is an absolute wreck when you choke him. He becomes the loudest, most desperate version of himself. Whimpering, squeaking, and babbling nonsense as your hand presses on his throat. Whether you’re jerking him off, riding him, or letting him fuck you while you squeeze. The lack of oxygen sends his sensitive body into overdrive. He cums ridiculously fast and hard, thighs shaking, eyes squeezed shut, crying out your name like a prayer. “Can’t breathe—fuck—gonna cum—please—”
He loves the dizzy, floaty rush and the complete trust it requires. Afterward he’s shy and embarrassed about how loud and pathetic he sounded, hiding his face in your neck while his ears burn red. Give him five minutes and he’ll be shyly asking if you can do it again later, maybe even harder next time.
LEE FELIX YONGBOK — SOFT DOM GIVER
Felix’s deep voice and angelic face create the hottest contrast when he has his hand around your throat. He loves eye contact, choking you in missionary or spooning position while staring straight into your soul with those dark eyes. “Look at me while I take your breath, darling,” he’ll rumble in that rich baritone, tightening his grip right as he hits that perfect spot inside you. He’s attentive and precise, always watching your reactions, easing up at the right moments so you can gasp before he steals your air again. He loves how your voice gets raspy as you try to talk to him in the middle of it, and that sound alone sends a rush on his spine making him to do more, eager.
The mix of his gentle personality and sudden intensity makes it addictive. He’ll praise you endlessly even while choking you, telling you things like; “So perfect… taking everything I give you.” And aftercare is his specialty. Soft kisses on the marks, cuddles, deep voice whispering how much he loves you.
KIM SEUNGMIN — HARD DOM GIVER
Seungmin is a cool, composed dom who gets off on control and teasing. He’ll choke you with one hand while the other pins your wrists, that smug little smile playing on his lips as he watches you struggle not to moan too loudly. “What’s wrong? Can’t even make sound with my hand around your neck? How cute.” He’s merciless with edging, bringing you to the brink while choking you, then stopping until you’re crying and desperate. When he knew you are about to cum, he would release the grip on your neck, making you whine from the loss, but he won't let you breath in quickly either because even before you could gasp, his choking you again, a little tighter than the first one.
When he finally lets you cum, it’s devastating, his hand tightening perfectly as he fucks you through it. He loves the power and your sweet submission. Afterward he drops the mean act and becomes surprisingly soft, stroking your hair and telling you how good you were for him.
YANG JEONGIN — CURIOUS SUB
Jeongin is still exploring but has discovered he loves being choked more than he expected. His pretty neck and fox-like eyes look incredible when your hand is wrapped around his throat. He gets shy at first, blushing hard, but once you start riding him slowly while squeezing, he turns into breathy, desperate sounds and needy hip thrusts. His already non-existent eyes would flutter shut, head slamming against his pillows with his mouth hanged open as breathless moans spilling out of his mouth just by how good it felt your fingers against his pulse point “Harder… please—feels so good—” He gets lost in the headrush quickly, eyes glassy and lips trembling.
He’s vocal about what he wants once trust is built and becomes adorably eager to try new intensities. Aftercare makes him extra soft and clingy, he’ll nuzzle into you, asking if he looked okay and wanting you to kiss the marks on his neck for comfort.
or: you didn't think a mere pheromone perfume would have this much of an effect on him. congratulations, you've earned his attention and the hatered of your neighbors, boo you whore
warnings: MDNI! ot8 x reader (separate), they go FERAL, probably highly unrealistic portrays of what a pheromone perfume does, dom/sub dynamics, overstim edging piv begging etc etc, scent kink?, they're really really needy, overuse of italics
bang chan
"P-please please, just -"
and it's the first you've heard him beg.
his voice breaks into a ragged exhale, forehead pressed against your shoulder, inhaling like he's trying to burrow into your skin. His hips stutter, losing rhythm entirely, and the bedframe bangs against the wall with every desperate push of his hips against yours.
He'd laughed when you uncapped the perfume bottle - "Really, babe? Pheromones?" - watching as you dabbed it behind your ears, along your wrists. "Cute," he’d teased, leaning in to sniff you with exaggerated flair. "Smells like -"
His breath caught.
"it actually smells...nice"
And within minutes he was on you.
You didn’t think it’d be this bad - didn’t think the perfume would turn him into this much of a mess, wrecking you like he’s trying to brand himself inside you.
He’s close, faster than any other time - you can tell by the way his rhythm stutters, the way his fingers tremble where they grip you. But he won’t cum, won’t let himself, not until you’re shaking apart under him first. "No wait-" he twitched when you clench around him, his hips jerking wildly, like he’s losing alll semblance of control.
His forehead drops to yours, sweat and tears and god knows what dripping between you, thrusting hard, grinding deep enough to make you sob. "Gonna - fuck, gonna ruin you-"
His thighs tense violently, muscles locking up as he tries - and fails - to hold back. You can feel him twitching inside you, his cock pulsing in erratic little jerks as his breath hitches against your skin. "you're - hnn -you're g-gonna -" His words dissolve into a broken whine when you tighten around him again, dragging a punched out moan from his throat.
His hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit with a precision that shouldn’t be possible when he’s this far gone, tipping you over with a scream that he swallows with his mouth.
He fucks you through it, rough, chasing his own release like he’ll die without it.
then entire body stills , eyes rolling back as he finally, finally gives in - cuming with a choked off cry that sounds more like pain than pleasure, his hips rutting forward in tiny thrusts as he spills into you.
But even as his orgasm crashes over him, he doesn't stop - can't stop. His hands scramble to grip your thighs, dragging you impossibly closer as his hips jerk forward again, his cock still hard and twitching inside you. "it's not -fuck- s'not enough."
lee minho
the perfume must've worn off by now, 'cuz it's been hours.
You try to push back against his thigh, your arms trembling, but he groans, and in one fluid motion, he wrenches your wrists behind your back, pinning them there with one hand.
"Thought you could - hngh - get away?" His voice is a dark laugh, but it cracks halfway through, betraying the desperation beneath the bravado. His hips stutter, losing rhythm for just a second, and he groans , forehead dropping between your shoulder blades. "Fuck - you’re ruining me -"
He’d been smirking when you first sprayed the perfume, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "Really, baby? You think that’s gonna work on me?"
but then it's like a switch flipped - One second he was teasing, the next he had you bent over the couch, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he ruined you.
Now, his free hand slides around your throat, holding , "Gonna - hnn - gonna fuck you stupid ," he rasps, but it sounds more like a plea than anything. His hips snap forward, and you feel him twitch inside you, again, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
The couch creaks so loud you worry it's gonna break, leather protesting under the force of his thrusts, and you try to push back against his thigh again - just to see what he’ll do.
His grip on your wrists tightens instantly, fingers digging in hard " Stay still ," he orders, and then his mouth is on your neck, sucking, marking you as his. His hips jerk forward again, erratic now, and you can feel him trembling - shaking - barely holding it together.
"M-Min, please -" Your voice cracks, barely audible over the wet smack of his hips slamming into yours,
He pulls your hair sharp, tipping your head back, and his lips brush your ear. "Please what , sweetheart?" He’s panting, voice wrecked, but there’s that smug edge to it, "Use your words."
You whimper, and he groans like the sound punched the air from his lungs. His grip tightens almost painfully, and you can feel him twitching inside you again, so close. "Wanna cum,"
"Then cum," he growls, biting down on your shoulder again.
And you do -
you shatter around him, vision going white, and he follows with a groan, his hips stuttering wildly as he spills inside you for the nth time tonight.
seo changbin
“You smell so good,” Changbin groans, and it's the first time he's been so turned on - so hard - by something like the mere scent of you, and the thinks you've unlocked something new in him.
“Yeah?” you murmur, running your tongue along the underside in one slow, filthy stroke. His breath punches out of him like he’s been hit, fingers scrambling to fist in your hair. “You like how I look too, or just the perfume?”
Changbin chokes - half laugh, half moan - before his head drops back against the mattress. “Fuck - both, obviously - ” His hips roll up, desperate, but you hold him down with a palm splayed over his stomach, relishing the way his abs jump under your touch.
“God, please-” His voice cracks, and you finally take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until your nose brushes the wiry hair at his base. His hips stutter, thighs trembling under your grip, and you hum around him just to feel the way his whole body seizes.
his thighs quiver under your palms as you hollow your cheeks, dragging your lips up his length. A string of broken curses spills from his lips, fingers tightening in your hair - not to guide, just to hold on.
The musk of his arousal mixes with the heady sweetness clinging to your skin, and when you swipe your tongue over the slit, he whimpers, hips jerking off the bed.
“F-fuck,” His voice is ragged, breath coming in shallow pants. You take him deep again, relishing the way his cock twitches against your tongue, the salt of him thick on your taste buds. His abs flex violently when you swallow around him, a choked-off moan tearing from his throat. “God, your mouth - shit, shit, shit-”
You pull off just to watch his face crumple, lips slick and swollen as you tease the tip with featherlight kisses. His chest heaves, eyes wild, and when you grin up at him, he makes a sound like he’s been gutted.
“Please,” he gasps, hips canting up uselessly. “Please, please, please-”
The desperation in his voice sends a thrill down your spine. You lick a slow stripe from base to tip, humming when his fingers spasm in your hair. “Gonna-” His warning is half swallowed by a groan as you take him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis, and stay there, throat working around him until his legs shake.
He comes with a sob, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every last drop, lapping at the oversensitive head until he’s whimpering.
Hwang Hyunjin
The shower spray is hot, steam curling around Hyunjin’s bare shoulders as he kneels on the tiled floor, hands clamped around your thighs to hold you still.
He'd crowded you against the tiled wall, his mouth already on your neck before the showerhead even finished warming up, frantically pulling both your clothes off as his hands slid down your waist, "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough, nose dragging along your collarbone "What the hell do you have on?"
You barely had time to answer - not that you could’ve, not with the way his tongue was suddenly all over you, his hips pressing into yours with a desperation that made your breath hitch.
The saleswoman had promised the perfume would be effective, but you hadn’t expected this. Hyunjin’s fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you, your back hitting the slick tiles, and then his mouth was between your legs before you could even gasp.
His tongue was relentless, hot and wet and insistent, licking into you like he was trying to memorize your taste.
"Oh my god-" you choked out, fingers tangling in his dripping hair, tugging as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. He moaned against you, the sound muffled but filthy, hips jerking forward, grinding against your leg.
"Taste - fuck -" he slurred, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, tongue fucking into you with a broken noise.
Water cascaded over both of you, he was too busy lapping at you like he was starved.
"Fuck, you taste—" he groaned against your skin, the words muffled by your flesh as his lips sealed around you again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl against the slick tiles. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging as his tongue pressed deeper, fucking into you with a rhythm that had your vision spotting.
"Hyune—" you whined, back arching off the wall, water spraying across your heated skin. He didn’t let up, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike a leg higher, spreading you wider.
His nose brushed your clit as he licked a slow, filthy stripe up your slit, and you squeaked, hips bucking wildly. "God, you’re - hnn - you’re ruining me," you babbled, voice cracking as his tongue circled your clit again. your orgasm was building up, fast .
He pulled back just enough to pant against your thigh, lips slick and swollen, "Smell so good," he slurred, nuzzling into your skin like he was drunk on you, his hips rutting against your leg in frantic, aborted thrusts. "Taste even better- "
You barely had time to even breathe before his lips sealed around your clit again, and - oh god - your vision whited out. Your back arched off the wall as you came with a broken cry, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.
He didn’t stop, tongue lapping at you through it, drinking you down, rutting against your leg-
And then he broke.
His own climax hit him, hips stuttering as he came untouched, his cock twitching against your calf, stripes of white mixing with the water running down your skin.
his forehead pressed to your stomach, whole body shuddering as he rode it out. You carded your fingers through his sopping hair, watching as he trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps before he managed,
"please tell me you bought whatever you had on"
han Jisung
"please, please don’t stop," Jisung whines, voice cracking as his hands scramble uselessly at your hips, fingers slipping against your sweat slick skin. His thighs tremble under you, muscles jumping with every roll of your hips, every tight clench of your cunt around him.
You’re both a mess - his cock twitching inside you, oversensitive and leaking, your own thighs sticky with his spend and yours, dripping down onto his stomach in a slow, obscene trickles.
The room reeks of sex, of sweat and musk and the thick, honeyed scent of that godforsaken pheromone perfume you have on that got him so putty in your hands in the first place.
"You’re so good," he babbles, hips jerking up helplessly, chasing the drag of your walls around him even though he’s shaking with it, even though his cock is red and oversensitive and dripping.
"So pretty, so perfect - fuck, fuck, fuck, your pussy’s killing me-" His words are cut off when you grind down, the swollen head of his cock catching on that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur.
You’re exhausted, this is - what, the third orgasm? fourth? you've lost count. your thighs burning, cunt throbbing with every movement.
but with the way he’s looking at you, lips bitten raw, eyes wet and pleading, tears clinging to his lashes, you can’t stop. Not when he sounds like this, not when he’s begging so pretty.
His fifth (?) orgasm hits him so intensely, it's got his back arching off the bed, hands clawing at your thighs like he’s trying to ground himself, to survive it.
You feel him pulse inside you, but there’s barely anything left to spill, just weak little spurts that make him sob,
"N-no more, please-" he chokes, but his hips stutter up anyway, betraying him, fucking shallowly into you like his body’s forgotten how to stop.
"You can take it," you murmur, riding him through the aftershocks of his fifth release like it’s nothing, like his cock isn’t twitching pathetically inside you, oversensitive and spent.
"C’mon, baby, one more - just one. For me." You grind down, relishing the way his breath hitches, the way his hips jerk up helplessly, betraying him even as he sobs out a weak "No, no, ‘m gonna die-"
he looks ruined right now. it only spurrs you on, rolling your hips in tight, practiced circles, milking him dry until his sixth orgasm punches out of him with a choked gasp. It’s barely anything this time, just a weak dribbles that leak out around him.
You settle above him, panting, thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. His chest heaves, sweat slick and flushed, his hands limp at his sides like he’s given up.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, humming when he whimpers at the contact. "So good for me," you coo, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. "Took it so well."
His breath hitches when you shift, and then you’re moving again, slow at first, then faster, his oversensitive cock stirring inside you despite his weak protests.
His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in, his voice cracking around a "Fuck " that turns into a broken moan halfway through.
You lean down, pressing your lips to his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. "Think you can handle another?" His
lee felix
Felix’s thighs tremble where they’re splayed open, his cock twitching pathetically in your hand - red and overstimulated, dripping precum onto his stomach in a messy trail.
His breath comes in shaky gasps, lips bitten raw, fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to anchor himself. "P-please - fuck - please," His voice breaks, high n' so desperate , tears welling in his lashes as you slow your strokes to a torturous crawl.
You remember the way he’d grinned when you first showed him the perfume bottle - how he’d rolled his eyes but bought it anyway because you’d pouted, because he always caves for you.
Who knew he'd be like this. His hips jerk off the bed, his cock leaking against your palm, his entire body wracked with shudders as you squeeze him justtt shy of release again.
"No - hnn - no more , I can’t -" He sobs , back arching, eyelashes rimmed with tears.
his stomach is drenched , a glossy mess of precum and sweat, his abs clenching with every thrust. His cock pulsing in your hand, the head flushed dark and aching.
You brush your thumb over it, slow , just to watch his entire body jerk, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream.
his arm flew up to cover his face, ashamed of the tear spilling down his cheeks. "Y-you’re killing me -"
"You bought it for me," you murmur, and his hips twitch up helplessly. "S’your fault , baby."
Felix whines, a high and broken sound, his fingers tangling in the sheets like he’s trying to rip them apart.
"D-didn’t - hngh - didn’t know -" His words are cut off when you speed up, wrist flicking up in quick strokes, his toes curling into the mattress. "F-fuck - stop , s’too much -"
But you don’t stop- you slow down instead, your strokes lazy, teasing, and Felix keens, his entire body bowing off the bed. "P- please ," he begs, "just - fuck - just let me cum -" His cock twitches, dripping, and you grin, " Ask nicely," you purr , and he chokes, his face flushing darker.
Felix’s breath hitches, his lips parted around ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back with desperation . "P-please," he whispers, voice breaking , "please let me cum, please-" His hips jerk up, pathetic , and you coo, "good boy ,"
Kim seungmin
gosh if Seungmin was in the right state of mind, he would be embarrassed right now.
his fingers settle against your hips - gentle at first, just the barest press of his thumbs into your skin as you rock back onto him at a pace so slow it’s cruel.
The headboard isn’t even knocking. The sheets aren’t even rumpled. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs locked tight, his breath coming in little gasps every time you clench around him "F-fuck," he grits out, voice strained, "you’re - hnn -you’re killing me -"
and you shift backwards, just enough for your hair to brush his cheek - just enough for him to catch a whiff of you .
And then - oh - his head falls back against the pillows with a thud , his eyes rolling so far back they might stay there. "Oh," he chokes, voice gone , "oh fuck -" His hips jerk up violently, slamming into you so hard you yelp, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you upwards. "S-smell - fuck - smell so good -" His words slur together, his hips pistoning up mindlessly , his cock throbbing inside you.
"hnng- thought it 'wasn't gonna work' " you tease, grinding down, and Seungmin snaps , you don't even register him flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins .
His lips crash into yours, messy and so desperate , tongue licking into your mouth "gonna ruin you -" he gasps between kisses, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap, his cock pulsing and leaking inside you.
His hands wander, greedy, one tangling in your hair to yank your head back, the other groping at your throat , "M-mine," he murmurs, teeth scraping your jaw, "all fucking mine -"
yang jeongin
Jeongin hates you.
At least, that’s what he keeps saying into your skin between desperate bites - his hips pistoning into you from behind so hard the bed screeches across the floor.
"f-fuck" His voice cracks , stuttering , his cock twitching inside you "H-hate you - hate how you smell -"
And it’s hilarious , really, because he was the one who bought it for you.
Jeongin had shoved the little black box into your hands two days ago, muttering something about "thought you'd like it."
The box was sleek, expensive-looking, the kind of thing that made your brows raise when you peeled back the velvet lining. Pheromone Amplifier, the label read in delicate silver script. For enhanced attraction - effects may vary.
Idiot. He hadn’t even read the fine print.
Now? His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours like he’s trying to punish you for his own mistake.
"S’your fault," he hisses, voice wrecked, his hands clawing at your waist, pulling you back onto him, "Should’ve - hngh - should’ve thrown it away -"
You laugh between a moan, grinding back just to hear him whine, and he stops , flipping you onto your back so fast the room spins. His pupils are blown , lips swollen from biting them, his cock throbbing where he quickly sheathed it back nside you.
"S’not funny ," he gasps, his hips are already stuttering , his rhythm falling apart as he chases his release.
His forehead drops to yours, his breath hot against your lips, and when you clench around him , he sobs , his entire body locking up. "N-no - stop " His voice is shattered, raw, his hips jerking forward helplessly. "gonna cum too fast-"
You wrap your legs around his waist to trap him, and Jeongin cums with a moan , his cock pulsing inside you as he spills, his body collapsing onto yours, "H-hate you," he whispers , but his arms are wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck, his lips pressing shaky kisses to your skin.
"it's your fault," he mumbles, and you laugh, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.
"You bought it," you remind him, and Jeongin groans , his hips twitching against yours, he’s already hard again?
"shut up ," he whines, but he’s pulling you closer, his mouth sealing over yours in a messy, desperate kiss. "... Again ."
You've always been insecure about your lack of experience, so when you find out lee felix the sweet boy always joining in on your groups hangouts, a friend of a friend is a camboy? You assume he'd be perfect to teach you, and based on your research, stalking his content, you think he'll be perfect, sweet, soft — you were wrong.
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › virgin!reader, camboy!felix, unprotected sex, oral (both rec) handjob, face sitting, slight corruption kink (kinda), readers a perv, tit play, mating press, teasing, multiple orgasms, voice kink, alot of pet names, aftercare barely proofread.
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an: camboy skz..... very much got the camboy skz bug from lovely the @channlust also thank u to @filmsbyun for the camboy name xx
You weren't ashamed that you were a virgin — I mean you definitely weren't a prude, you just never wanted to.
You also didn't want to rush it. When you were a teenager you just wanted to focus on your studies, now you're in college and you feel far behind.
Luckily, you happen to be around friends who don't care or pressure you into things. It was you who wanted it to happen.
A small part of you felt embarrassed, logically you know its normal and society or whatever —
But fuck did you just wanna get laid.
You're an adult you know your body — you know that you're tired of waiting.
Because you're curious, and scared but mostly curious.
You're hot, you know realistically you could find someone to sleep with, but you also don't want it to be with some stranger.
Your best friend Jisung knew all of this, he knew all about your feelings, your doubts, your desires.
Now Jisung has no filter — usually you can just ignore things he blurts out.
This you cant.
"I'm just tired of feeling behind — and just inexperienced." You groan, flopping down on the couch next to him.
The two of you relaxing, a casual Friday movie night, no deadlines just horror movies Jisung claims he can handle and endless snacks.
"It's not bad to not have sex, maybe the world thinks you need to be celibate." He teases you, only resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.
Taking a deep breath, letting it deflate into a groan. "It's not that I don't want to have sex, its just that I have no idea how to even start — do I just go up to a guy and say hey fuck me!" you say dramatically, rolling your eyes.
"Maybe you can ask Felix for advice." His words coming out, naturally, absentmindedly scrolling through the Netflix watch list.
You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden mention of Felix. One of Jisung's friends who is kinda your friend, you get along great but not enough to share your sexual problems, or lack there of.
Hes hot, objectively so. Every time he shows up at a hang out you cant help but be drawn to him still, you're way too shy to ever talk to him properly.
He is also the sweetest ever, even to those he doesn't know. You remember when your car broke down and when You called Jisung in a panic he was there with him. Immediately ordering you an uber so you got home safely.
"Why on earth would I go to Felix?" Your words laced with confusion and curiosity, knowing there has to be some corelation in Jisung's mind.
"Well hes got experience with that stuff yknow, his account —" Just as Jisung slips he realises, no you don't know, why on earth would you.
"Jisung."
"Nothing, forget I said anything!" His voice panicked, clearly knowing he shouldn't have said anything.
"God just tell me — what is he a sex worker or something?" You say half as a joke, only to notice Jisung's face redden a little.
"No way."
"No — not a sex worker! Hes a camboy that's it." He hurriedly corrects you, his hands waving around in his defence.
The truth only makes you shrug, who cares — I mean you're definitely shocked the sweet boy you know with the voice that shocks everyone is a fucking camboy but who cares, it doesn't matter.
But it does.
Because as soon as you left Jisung's left that night you were left alone with your thoughts.
Dangerous really.
Curiosity consumes you, the seemingly innocent Felix, leads a fucking double life.
You're not judging — no not at all.
You're interested.
When you definitely shouldn't be.
He's someone you know, you shouldn't be picturing him naked In front of a camera.
So you push it to the back of your mind.
You go on with life; work, studying, hanging out with friends, — keeping a not suspicious amount of distance from him.
Putting the whole camboy thing out of your mind.
Until last week.
Your friend Yuna, ever so supportive of you. Also knowing your situation offered to set you up on a date with a guy she thinks would adore you.
The date itself was fine, he paid for dinner, he was gentlemanly enough.
Until it got to the end, when he walked you to your door and expected an invitation in, when you didn't he just mumbled an are you serious, and walked off about being rude and a tease.
Obviously that left you mad — because why are all guys dicks!
Well not all guys.
Your mind drifts back to Felix — what Jisung said.
before you can even process you're on your laptop.
Now you're not proud of what you did, searching for his account with little information you managed to get from Jisung, proving slightly difficult considering he definitely wasn't using his real name.
Then you found it.
It was pretty easy to find considering he was popular.
By popular I mean popular.
You can tell it's him instantly — noticing the familiar moles on his arms, the preview voice echos through your apartment, the familiar deep, gravelly voice making your ears ring.
Quickly you shove your laptop on the end of your bed.
This is wrong, to even be on his page.
Then you see it.
kittiebbokie live
It was basically a jumpscare.
Because why now.
This was basically like eve being tempted to eat the apple or whatever.
You cant resist, just one look —
God you regret that.
The live starts with a panned out view, his face not visible, everything else is, the tent visible in his pants, his abs on display, teasing the camera, palming himself over his pants.
This is a wet dream — possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen.
You can't look away, you physically can't pull yourself from him.
You can tell hes putting on a show, making his voice slightly deeper, and his fans love it.
Watching as the comments fill, chat filling with donations of up to $200.
By the time the live wrapped up you had came.
Hard, harder than ever before.
Then it hit you.
The guilt.
You had to see him tomorrow at Jisung's house, you had to make conversation with him when you now know what his dick looks like — when you came to his voice.
You cant stop, even if you wanted to.
It became routine, every Friday you'd join stream, and then face him at the next hang out somehow.
You felt disgusting, perverted but you couldn't stop.
You knew for your own self you had to do something, even if you ended up getting rejected you had to try.
Because you knew him, you trusted him and god — did you need him.
He's perfect, hes sweet, kind and even if he rejected you he'd be nice about it.
And if he didn't then — you'll be in for a great time.
Its the usual, drinks at Jisung's and Minho's apartment, filled with all of your friends, friends of friends.
you've been off since you got there not sad just jittery. Nobody has really noticed, to focused in their own world.
One person did though.
Personally you believe to be unassuming, just relaxing over by the hallway, people watching. Barely focused on your surroundings.
"You okay?" His voice snapping you out of your daze, quickly standing up straight, turning to face him, a small amused smile on his lips, cradling a drink in his hand.
You don't trust yourself enough to speak yet, giving a curt smile while you nod. Half expecting him to walk off, but he doesn't.
Maybe he can sense your nerves, a part of you worried he is somehow reading your mind or something and can hear the battle in your head.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice coming out slightly broken, feeling slightly embarrassed but hes kind enough to not say anything.
"Shoot."
Trying your best in your slightly inhibited state to form the right words — you cant just go right out and say what you want, I stalked your camboy page and want you to fuck me. No, not like that.
"I was — browsing, a site and I came across something." Your words cautious, trying to hint what you mean. It takes him a moment to figure it out, his smile shifting even wider, his cheeks growing slightly pink.
"What were you doing on a camboy sight, angel?" His words teasing, lighthearted even.
Quickly you stiffen, letting out a small embarrassed sound, your heart racing at the pet name — hes definitely never called you that before.
"Shut up."
He lets out a low hum, his eyes taking you in, only making you feel even more exposed.
"So — when you stumbled across it, did you watch any?" His voice lowering — your mind going back to his streams — the exact same tone he uses in it.
You cant hide your reaction — not even trying to, you just stand there avoiding his gaze.
After a small moment that feels like eternity, he finally speaks again. His body moving closer to yours, you can feel his breath ghost your ear as he whispers.
"If you want something angel, you just have to ask nicely."
A small whine escapes you without your permission, suddenly your whole body feels weak — a throbbing feeling forming between your legs.
Again, not you don't particularly trust your voice, your chest pounding in your chest, painfully aware of his eyes burning holes into you.
"I want you to fuck me." Your voice a broken whisper, you're not even sure you said it out loud, or even loud enough for him to hear you.
But oh, he did.
"See? Was that so hard sweetheart?" His words nearly making you tumble, your heart feels like its going to come out of your chest.
Without saying anything else he snakes his arm around your waist, guiding you over to Jisung — who was fully out of it, clearly having fun.
"She's not feeling well, im gonna call an uber for her." He says calmly, a sweet unassuming smile on his face.
If Jisung was even a bit more coherent he would have spotted it, your aura basically radiating nervousness, Felix's hand placed dangerously low on your back.
Quickly, he guides you outside, you don't even notice when he pulls out his phone to call the uber, or how long has passed, fully focused on the feeling of him on you.
When the uber arrives he opens the door for you, helping you in. The driver starts small talk — Felix obviously engages, ever the kind guy he is.
While hes asking about the guys day, his hand settles high on your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh without a second thought.
The drive felt like 5 minutes instead of 20 — the only time you wished it was longer, you don't know what to feel — before you know it you're stepping out of the car, giving the driver a small nod before driving off.
The walk through the complex was quiet, Felix's hand never leaves you. Whether its on your hip, his fingers laced with yours or his hand guiding you through the hallways.
When you step through the door to his apartment you take it in, its a nice place, very Felix. He leads you to the bedroom, entering the room you suddenly feel a strange sense of recognition, memories from his stream entering your mind.
"You changed your room around." You say absentmindedly, almost forgetting that you haven't ever been here before.
He only hums, catching onto what you mean, pulling you into the room, closing the door behind you.
When you hear the door close it all got very real, you were actually doing this — with Felix.
Felix pulls you in front of him, his mood shifting into something softer, noticing your slightly out of it state.
"How much did you drink?" He says cautiously, his fingers tracing your arm, trying to calm your nerves.
"Not much, two shots — to get rid of nerves, m'okay, promise." Your voice timid, your whole body feeling warm.
"I make you nervous?" He says cheekily, only making you smile, the tension easing slightly as you let out a small laugh.
His fingers move up, tracing along the curve of your jaw, almost trying to memorise how your skin feels under him.
"So sweet for me, yeah?" His voice sending a shiver down your spine, instinctively leaning into his touch, your fingers grasping into the fabric of his shirt.
Felix wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, its slow, careful, testing the waters.
When you quickly kiss back, your hands moving up to hold onto his blonde locks, he deepens it, his hands cradling your face, keeping you in place, his lips soft against you — faintly tasting the sweet drink he was drinking earlier.
Felix breaks the kiss when — only to breathe, you whine, trying to chase his lips, only making him stifle a laugh, his thumb stroking your skin smiling at you.
"What do you wanna do? It's at your pace, sweetheart." His words making your heart flutter, the nickname growing familiar but still making you weak, his carefulness and thoughtfulness only making you want this — him more.
You nod, your brain clouded, not from the alcohol — from him.
"Words, angel."
"I want you to —" Your words quiet dragging out, breathless. Finally saying it, a part of you is still in disbelief this is happening, that he actually is here, wanting you. Your eyes meet his, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
"Teach me.." Your eyes wide, looking at him swallowing the lump in your throat, everything out in the open, waiting for him to make the next move.
He waits a moment, your words sinking in, taking a sharp unsteady breathe before leaning forward, his lips catching yours again, kissing you hard, trying to show you how much he wants you.
Moaning into the kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lips — swallowing your sweet sounds, walking you back to the bed, sitting you down on the bed, before pulling you into his lap.
His hands running over your back, holding onto the back of your neck, holding you in place to look at him.
"Can I take this off?" His voice sweet like honey, soothing your nerves, trying to make it comfortable for you.
You nod, not trusting your voice not to break. Felix's pull your shirt over your head, revealing a lacy blue bra.
His favourite colour.
He lets out a deep groan, taking a breathe, his eyes locking on the pretty lace, noticing your nipples pebbling under the thin, flimsy fabric.
"You planned for this — fuck, angel." His voice broken, holding back, his thumb skimming over your perked bud through the lace.
A pathetic, surprised gasp escapes your lips, your head leaning forward to rest on his shoulder.
Your reaction only fuels him, his free hand reaching back around to unclasp your bra with ease.
Feeling the fabric loosen, falling off of you, suddenly feeling exposed.
"Tell me its too much and we'll stop." His voice steady, prioritising your comfort over everything.
"Its all too much — in a good way.. Don't stop, please." The words fall out before you can stop them, desperate and real.
You can feel him let out a breath of relief at your words, his hand cupping your tit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from you.
"So gorgeous, all for me too — arent I lucky." He hums, not even talking to you directly, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck, you lean your head back to give him more space, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
His arm wraps around you, guiding you to sit back against the headboard, his fingers tracing over the hem of your pants, looking up at you asking for permission.
giving a small nod and smile in response, he wastes o time pulling both of your panties and shorts off you, throwing the to the end of the bed.
The cold air rushes over you, suddenly feeling very exposed, Felix being fully clothed compared to you.
Felix senses this, pulling away from you, standing up next to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his familiar frame that the camera does not do any justice to show how fucking pretty he is.
Shoving his jeans down, stepping out of them, left only in his boxers, noticing the sizable tent present making your mouth water.
He moves onto the bed, resting against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, you can feel his bulge press against your bare core, sure that your wetness is soaking the fabric.
"Do you know what you want, angel?" You think for a moment, a thought popping into your head, only for you to take a deep shaky breath. He quickly notices, his interest growing.
"Wanna feel your mouth… On me.." Your words are quiet, radiating nervousness which he quickly silences with a wide grin.
"Good girl, you know exactly what you want? Want my mouth on you?" His voice is deep and sultry, his eyes scanning over you, his thumb tracing the skin on your waist.
A strangled sound escapes your lips, before you can process hes kissing you briefly, pulling back only to lay flat against the pillows, still straddling his waist.
"Felix?" Your voice timid, slightly confused, not sure what hes planning.
"Sit on my face." He says so fucking casually, like this is a normal occurrence.
"Are you? — Lix, im not sitting on your face! Ill crush you or something —" Your voice raising, your rambling shortly cut off with him squeezing your ass.
"You wont suffocate me, or crush me — even if you did that's a perfect way to go out." He teases, enjoying the small sound that escaped.
Giving you a moment, you let out a shaky breath, moving up hovering far over his face, feeling exposed with your bare cunt over his face.
"Fuck — look at her, shes dripping f'me, angel." His words coming out husky, dripping with need. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you straight down to his face.
"Fuck — Felix!." You squeal in surprise, your words dying in your throat when you feel him lick a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up all your juices.
Quickly your knees completely give up, settling fully on his face, only making him moan against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit with purpose, his tongue licking all over your cunt. Your hand reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself, the sudden unfamiliar waves of pleasure rushing through you.
The room echos with the mixed sounds of your soft moans, the sound of Felix licking all over your cunt, and the occasion groan he lets out.
Unintentionally you buck your hips against his face — quickly mumbling an apology that dies on your tongue when you feel Felix's tongue press against your entrance, you cant even understand what hes saying — his words muffled by your pussy.
His tongue pushes into you — giving you a moment to adjust to the new sensation before fucking his tongue into your cunt.
You've touched yourself before but you've never felt anything like this — its so much better, you don't know if you can go back.
You stop fighting it — letting yourself basically hump his face, your brain foggy — so focused on the new pleasure your feeling.
Felix's tongue leaves your hole — before you can whine, his lips wrap around your aching clit. A loud desperate moan leaving your throat followed by small whimpers and pleas — not entirely sure what you're begging for.
You can feel your orgasm forming in your gut, the tight sensation fuelling you, grinding against his face, only fuelled by his groans against your pussy, his lips sucking on your sensitive bud.
You feel your orgasm crash over you — instinctively trying to pull away from him. His fingers digging into your hips, keeping you right on his face, licking and fucking you through your orgasm, drinking up all your cum.
Riding out your high, you wince pulling on his hair slightly to pull him off your swollen pussy, moving off his face, laying down next to him, panting.
You make the mistake of looking at him — because hes already looking at you, the bottom half of his face covered in your cum, his eyes dark with lust and somehow still smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Jesus." You mumble, your voice sore from your moaning — slightly concerned for his neighbours but that thought ends there when he pulls you back into his lap.
"You okay, how are you feeling?" Felix's voice pulls you from your post orgasm haze, meeting his eyes, offering a small tired smile.
"M'okay, promise." The words coming out hoarse, your eyes wander over him, his skin flushed pink, noticing all the freckles over his body.
Without thinking you press your lips against his, Felix letting out a small surprised sound at your forwardness, morphing into a smile, his lips soft against yours, letting you lead for a moment before pulling back.
"Want you to teach me how to make you feel good." Your words direct — a stark contrast to your strained voice.
He freezes for a moment, a strangled groan leaving his lips closing his eyes before taking a sharp breath. "Angel, you don't have to do that —"
"I want to, so —" Your voice trails off, your hands moving down his body as you slide down, sitting between his legs, your hands perched on his thighs, swallowing the lump in your throat before you meet his eyes.
"Teach me.."
Muttering a curse under his breath he nods vigorously, you cant make out what hes mumbling but you don't really care.
Moving backwards you let him lead, his fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down and then off.
The sight of him in front of you makes you drool — you've seen him before, in the comforts of your room on a screen but oh my god, its so much prettier in person and you didn't even think a dick could be pretty before you saw his.
All the forwardness leaves your body — you've watched porn, read stuff but all of it left your brain.
"Its okay, I got you." His soothing voice giving you some comfort, his hand reaching for one of yours, guiding it to his cock.
"Just wrap your hand around it, not too tight — yeah just like that, good girl." A small groan leaves his lips when your hand wrap hesitantly around the base of his cock, tightening slightly as he tells you to, your hand stroking him carefully, your thumb brushing over his tip pulling a low groan from him.
"Fuck — you sure you haven't done this before, angel?" a strained laugh, morphs into a groan, growing slightly more confident in your movements.
Recalling back to one of his streams — you start mimicking what he was doing. Your hand tightening slightly, thumb tracing over that sensitive vein.
Before he can process, you dip your head down, giving a small kiss to the tip, his hand instinctively goes to your hair, tugging on the strands.
"Fuck — angel, what are you doing, shit.—" He moans surprised, this only makes you smile internally, giving the tip a small exploratory lick while looking up at him.
The sight of you looking up at him with your lips around his cock is too much for him — his head leans back against the headboard, his fingers tightening in your hair.
Sinking your mouth on his cock, your tongue presses against the back of his cock, moaning at the fullness, the feeling of the weight of him in your mouth.
Bobbing your head slightly, not testing your reflexes yet, your fingers digging into his thighs.
Felix's fingers tug on your hair, pulling you off his cock, a small moan leaving his lips when he notices the string of spit connecting you to his cock.
"Did I do something?" Your voice innocent — slightly worried, immediately he tries catching his breath, pulling you back into his lap.
"I was about to cum embarrassingly fast, sweetheart." He says bashfully, a small sound escapes you, feeling proud of yourself for having that effect on him.
He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.He presses a kiss to your lips before switching positions — your back hitting the mattress, your lips part as you look up at him, settling between your legs — it all finally hitting you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Almost sensing it he rubs small circles on your thigh. "We dont have to do anything you dont want to, angel." His words coming out as a whisper, trying to comfort you. Quickly you shake your head — you want to do this, god you need him.
"I want to, im just worried." The confession lingers in the air, Felix thinking for a moment, letting your words set in before you continue. "What if im not good enough or something." Your heart close to bursting, your insecurities out in the open, Felix's expression softens leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead, pushing some hair behind your hear, his hand lingering on your cheek.
"Do you think id be here if I didn't want this — you? The fact that you trust me enough with this — im honoured, and not good enough? I've been obsessed with you since I met you at Minho's birthday."
His words push all the air from your lungs — him, obsessed with you.
"And then you started avoiding me — so I asked Jisung and he let everything slip, then tonight you make up a little lie about how you stumbled across me?" His voice teetering on teasing but his words still holding weight.
You cant help but make a small sound — he knew you were lying, he knew you watched his streams and he didn't care — if anything it made him more obsessed with you.
Pulling him down to your level, your lips press on his — the kiss is hot — pouring everything into it, moaning as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his hips.
When he pulls away you can't help but pout slightly, which he presses a final kiss to your lips. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your cunt, looking at you one final time for confirmation.
"Felix if you dont fuck me im leaving." You say lightheartedly, making him crack a small smile.
"I dont wanna hurt you, that's all." His voice breaks slightly — using all his power to hold back from fucking you until you're sure.
"I'm a virgin, not glass."
He cant help let out a strained laugh, his eyes focusing on your swollen cunt, his tip glistening from your previous release.
Slowly, he sinks in.
Not all at once — just the tip at first, waiting for your response — whether you wanna keep going or not.
The feeling is foreign, not like your fingers or his tongue — the initial stress is painful but not unbearable.
Sucking in a sharp breath, your fingers dig into his shoulders. Felix rubs soothing circles on your thigh.
"It's okay, ive got you — take your time." His voice is hoarse — the feeling of you around him driving him crazy.
Soon the pain blurs to pleasure — slowly adjusting to him inside you — and you need more.
You give Felix a small nod, with a shaky moan. Slowly he pushes in, not too fast, giving you time to adjust to more of him until hes fully inside you.
Adjusting to the feeling of his cock in you — no matter how many times you've imagined this you cant explain it — there's still a hint of discomfort from the stretch but it bleeds into pleasure — craving movement.
"Felix —" His name comes out breathlessly — your mind only able to muster that up — the overwhelming feeling of him buried inside you the only thing you can think about.
"I know angel, its okay I got you — good girl." He coos lowly, pressing a kiss on the inner of your wrist.
Slowly he starts moving — his cock buried inside you.
His pace quickens as your moans grow louder — the sound of your joint moans echoing with the wet sound of your bodies meeting.
His cock slamming into you, his hips crashing into yours — his fingers snaking down to your clit, rubbing your clit, matching the rhythm with his thrusts.
"Squeezing me so tight — fuck you were made for me, princess." He groans, his voice sending ripples through you, the deep octaves making you clench around him.
His hands move from your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs to your chest, putting you in a mean mating press.
The sudden change only makes him go deeper — every thrust has him grazing that sweet spot your fingers can never reach.
"Oh my god — Felix.." You let out a string of high pitched moans, babbling incoherent pleas at him.
You can feel your second orgasm brewing — your legs shaking against your chest. His thrusts growing sloppy — your moans only fuelling him.
"Fuck — sounding so pretty around my cock.. Maybe I have you join me on camera one day — let everyone see how cock drunk you are, angel.." His words hit you hard — moaning pathetically from the praise.
"Cum on my cock — gonna make sure to ruin you for everyone else — shit, just like that, pretty." He groans your pussy clenching around him — he's so close, but he needs to feel you cum around him first.
Your orgasm ripples through you — harder than your first one, you become a whimpering, incoherent mess around him — begging for him to not stop.
Felix cums right after — the feeling of you squeezing him, creaming around his cock breaks him, cumming muttering under his breath.
His thrust slow, fucking you through your orgasms, allowing you to relax a bit before pulling out, making you wince.
He quickly presses a soft kiss to your temple as an apology, getting off the bed quickly, pulling up his boxers and going out of the room — emerging back with a bottle of water, a protein bar and a wet cloth.
Settling back between your thighs he cleans you up gently, making sure not to overstimulate you.
The silence is comfortable — letting you clear your mind, process what happened. He throws the cloth into the washing basket near the bed, sitting beside you helping you sit up.
"Drink, dont want you losing your voice." He says sweetly, as if he didn't fuck the daylights out of you moments before.
Giving him a small smile, taking a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. His hand rests on your legs, his thumb tracing small shapes onto it.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I —" You quickly cut off Felix's ramble with a kiss, silencing any doubts instantly.
Pulling back a moment later, both of you smiling.
"It was perfect, Lix." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear it but not enough to break the small bubble you're in.
"I meant it though — that I like you, well I didn't say those exact words but yeah." He says shyly, his freckles darkened from the redness on his cheeks.
"Do you typically fuck people before a confession?" You tease gently, no actual bite to it, he only laughs in response, grabbing your hand.
"I dont do this with anyone, was waiting for you."
It takes you a moment to process his words — hitting deep in your chest.
"Also — when Jisung told me that he told you I did streams — I was hoping you'd be curious enough to watch." He smiles wide at the quick shift in your mood to embarrassment.
"Shut up."
He doesn't reply — just leaning you back against the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips before running his fingers over your cheek.
"If you joined me on stream I think my viewership would double — especially if you moan like that."
cws: smut, choking, oral sex (f! receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, double vaginal penetration, overstimulation, having sex while being on the phone, mlm elements, poly relationship, established throuple, threesome, use of petnames (kitten, baby, jagi) Lee Know being a dom for Reader AND Han, Han being a sub for Reader AND Lee Know, the full Minsung experience
word count: 3989
summary: Lee Know and you both know how to be mean to seduce Han, even in the most inconvenient moments
a/n: guys I’m sweating. This is my first time writing mlm in the skz fandom and I’m REALLY anxious.. I thought it would be the best idea to test the waters with a poly thing sooo yeah.. maybe I’m gonna write more ships if this goes fine. (Let me know in my ask box which you would want to see) Actually, thanks to @pineapple-burgah and her discord I’m thinking about writing a poly OT8 thing about the kissing line situation at the fanmeeting.. so please, leave a like, comment and reblog if you’re interested in that thehe~
It was silent in the apartment. The only sounds echoing from the walls were the wet smacking sounds of Minhos lips against yours and some hurried breaths when you parted for just seconds, gasping for the shared air before diving back into another kiss.
Your panties were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor an eternity ago.
Minhos mouth traveled along your jawline while he pressed you into the couch with his body, rolling his hips into yours. While you were already half naked, he still had his sweatpants on, the friction heavenly against your swollen clit.
“Min-“, you moaned when he sucked on the spot below your ear - the one he knew that was making you weak.
“Hm?”, he made unhurriedly.
He pulled the fabric of your oversized shirt down so he could kiss your collarbone. Your fingers threaded through his hair, dug into his scalp and shoulders.
“I want to join Jisung under the shower”, you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin.
He chuckled, his hand found your thigh to push your leg up some more, giving him more space to grind against you.
“Too late, kitten. I think he’s already done”, he mused, “You want him to fuck you instead today, huh?”.
You wanted to answer, but the door to the bathroom opened. Jisungs familiar scent hung heavily in the air, reaching you and engulfing both of you, making you want him even more.
“Gotta go”, he mumbled, not yet noticing in which position both his lovers were in right now.
You furrowed your eyebrows, Minho let out a frustrated grunt against your skin. Jisung didn’t even look at you while walking around the couch, his eyes locked with your underwear on the floor, though.
He froze in his movements, you could see his face flush even in a distance.
“Oh, I didnt want to disturb you”, he got out, avoiding to move his head in your direction as if he hadn’t seen you two like this before.
“You want to join us?”, you asked with a grin, Minho huffed, his tongue darting out for a second.
That was when the younger man decided to change his mind, meeting your gaze. You could clearly see that he really wanted to, he hesitated before sighing.
“I have to meet Changbin-ah and Channie in the studio”.
You tugged on Minhos hair to signal him to back you up, there was no way you would let Jisung go now. Not with your desire and lust pooling so low in your stomach. Not with that heat between your legs. Not with him looking so handsome when he was freshly showered.
His face was a bit flushed from the hot water, hair a bit curly and still damp. God, you wanted to ruin him. And Minho confirmed he had the same thoughts by looking at you with blown pupils after getting a glimpse of his boyfriend.
The older man retreated and got up, walking towards Jisung.
“I’m sure you have a few minutes to spare”.
“I’m already too late, actually”, Jisungs words almost got stuck in his throat while watching him.
Minho knew what he was doing, he was walking almost gracefully. Like a cat, ready to pounce his prey.
“So, there’s no need to hurry now, either way, right?”, his hands wrapped around the dark haireds waist, his voice dropping.
Jisung didn’t stand a chance, instinctively cowering, lips parting as if he wanted to answer something, but there were no words coming out. The scenery was hot, even for you, even though you couldn’t see Minhos gaze. But the way Jisung responded to it was enough to make your heart clench with desire.
“I don’t know, I probably should-“, he was cut off by Minho, his face getting closer, his nose nuzzled behind his ear.
You stood up as well, standing on Jisungs other side.
“Yeah, you should probably stay”, you twisted his words with a grin.
His brain was already empty, although the both of you hadn’t really touched him yet. He was so sensitive, so reactive to almost everything you did, it was a bit pathetic.
“Yeah, I should- no I have to, Chan-ah would be mad”, he shook his head, but made no effort to end this, not even when you grabbed his useless hand and shoved it to your core.
He was cupping your bare pussy like this, a whimper escaped his open mouth.
“This is not fair”, he whined, “I- hah, please”.
His words weren’t matching his actions, his head moved to the side so Minho could kiss his neck, the palm of his hand rubbing your clit immediately. Additionally, he was the first one of you to move to the couch, encouraged some more when both of you pulled him with you.
The couch was actually pretty big, three people fitting onto it comfortably, which was very convenient in a lot of situations. Like right now, Jisung laying flat on his back, Minho on his side and you crouching on top of him. Your fingers were on his waistband, pulling down and helping him out of his pants and underwear. His hips almost rutted into the air, chasing your touch so needily, but you didn’t pay him the desired attention.
“You’re so mean”, he pouted.
“We’re not doing anything you wouldn’t want”, you chuckled, fingers tracing the v-line under the hiked up hem of his shirt, “Just tell me and I’ll stop”.
Before your fingers could reach his half hard dick, you moved back up again.
“No- don’t stop, please”, his eyes squeezed shut, but Minho grabbed his jaw and angled his face to look up at him.
“Eyes on me, Jagi”.
Jisung melted, he always did when Minho called him that. He visibly relaxed, slumping into the cushions before his muscles flexed again when you bunched up his shirt to caress him there some more.
“You’re so beautiful, Ji. You’d let me ride those abs, please?”, you leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his stomach.
“Yes! Yes, anything you want”.
Minho’s eyes flickered to you for a second, you wish you could press your thighs together in this position, you were already dripping just from the anticipation.
“Oh, really? You’d let her ride your cock, too? Use your body?”, the older cooed.
Jisung arched his back at his words, nodding so fast. It was endearing how quickly he folded to both of his partners, his previous plans already forgotten.
“Oh god- yes! Please please please”.
You grinned so fondly at him, his submissive side was always something you loved and adored so much. And how could you deny him something when he was begging for it so prettily?
He was hard by now, just from your touches and words. He was so down bad, it was kinda funny.
You positioned yourself on top of him, taking his dick into one hand to guide him to your entrance. Jisung wanted to hold you, hands reaching for your hips, but Minho was quick to catch his wrists, restraining him with just one hand and pulling them over his head.
You sank down on him, slowly, torturously slowly. Minhos lips on Jisungs probably should have muffled his moans, but he seemed to get even louder, even more desperate as soon as they kissed.
When he bottomed out, Jisungs phone on the table right next to you lit up, vibrating for a second to signal he had received a message. But neither of you was caring enough, none of the men separated for even a second, they even deepened the kiss.
Jisung whined into Minhos mouth when you rocked your hips, rolling your body forward.
You grinned, letting your head fall back. The praise made your body feel so warm, you were drunk on it, incredibly spurred on.
With his boyfriends’ face still in his hands, Minho watched you getting off, bouncing on another man’s dick but staring at you in awe like you were the most precious thing on earth.
“Don’t be jealous”, you breathed, “You can have it whenever you want”.
The grin on his lips almost scared you.
“I’m glad you’re saying that”, he changed his position, scooting away and turning to Jisung, “Up, against the backrest”.
Jisung was completely gone, pretty head not being able to think right now. He moved as if he was in trance, hypnotized by your hips and his words, holding you as he really sat up and moved back and leaned against the couch.
He reached deeper in this position, both of you gasped.
You raised your hands to push his damp hair out of his face. He was breathing heavily, slightly thrusting upwards. You didn’t really move, both of you just moving against each other so his dick would drag through your walls just slightly.
Minho was behind you, kneeling above Jisungs legs and pulling you against his chest.
“Can I join you?”, he asked, his lips grazing your neck.
“Join?”.
Your pussy clenched at the thought to be honest, but it also made your breath hitch.
“Hmm”, he hummed, “You told me I could have that pussy anytime I want. And I want it now”.
Your walls clenched again, Jisung whined.
“Stop- gripping me like that-“.
“You two seem to have such a good time, I wanna join”, Minhos hands came around you, sneaking between your legs where Jisungs dick split you open to massage your clit for a moment, “I know you can take both of us”.
He pulled his sweatpants down enough so you could feel his erection pressing against your ass. With a growl, he wrapped a hand around the base and tried to push in right next to Jisung. It was a tight fit and you gritted your teeth with just the tip in.
“Hahhh- fuck- wait”, you gasped, instinctively moving away from him, but he wrapped a hand around your throat to pull you back against him.
“Ohhh- Min, please, it’s- so tight”, Jisung squirmed underneath you, throwing his head back and hitting the wall, there was a hand on his windpipe too.
“Yeah, would you two just shut up a second”, Minho moaned low, “Gonna cum when you keep whining like that”.
You stayed like that for a second, both of his hands keeping both of you in place while he needed to take a breath before continuing to push in. All three of you moaned in unison, his grip tightening.
“I said shut up”.
But it was so hard to, you bit down so hard on your lower lip to muffle your cries, because there was no way you could keep quiet like that. The stretch was intense and to be honest, him choking you did nothing to help you.
You had a hard time accommodating to both of them being inside you, your body tensing up.
“Easy, kitten. Breathe with me”, Minho whispered, kissing the spot right next to your ear, “You can take it, right? I know you can”.
There was the soft side of him coming out. Minho actually was a very sweet person, he just liked to be in charge, but he knew how to calm someone down at the right time. His grip around your throat loosened a bit, while the one at Jisung seemed to get tighter.
“Always taking us so well”, he continued, rocking his hips forward gently, glancing at his boyfriend, “Right, baby? Tell her what a good girl she is”.
God, Jisungs eyes were so full of devotion. He looked at you like he never wanted to forget the scene right in front of him. Like he wanted to imprint that moment on his brain.
“Soo good- I.. haahh-“.
“See?”, Minho grinned, pushing in the last few inches, “You already fucked him dumb”.
The heat crawled up at you, you were sweating. You felt so full, so wrecked, but so good at the same time. Your walls couldn’t stop spasming around them and it was driving Jisung insane.
“Can I- oh god”.
“You gonna let him cum, kitten? Or should he wait?”, Minho bit your neck and you gasped.
Jisungs phone vibrated on the table again. Two times.
“No, please- I need to- please”, his hands that had previously been digging into the cushions beside him flew to your waist.
His begging made your cravings worse, you really had to breathe slowly and concentrate so you wouldn’t reach your orgasm too early. But the adrenaline in your veins and the tug in your stomach told you how close you were.
“He had been a very good boy”, you mused and cupped his face, he melted into your touch, “But we want to keep him here as long as possible, right? So he has to wait”.
Minho chuckled, finally starting to move. He tested the waters, his thrusts were shallow and slow at first, but still felt so incredibly good. While Jisung was so deep inside - you swore you could feel the tip touch your cervix - Minhos dick was nudging into your g-spot with every roll of his hips.
And it didn’t just affect you, Jisungs eyes rolled back into his skull when he picked up his pace and encouraged you to move as well. You were deaf to everything else except the sounds of it all. Breathy moans, whimpers and the wet squelch of your pussy. You almost missed the vibration on the table that now seemed to be a phonecall.
“Stop- I’m gonna-“, Jisung squeezed your waist in a bruising grip, definitely leaving marks there but he didn’t even noticed, “Stop, please stop, hahh-“.
But his partners didn’t even think about that, his hands were still urging, not stopping you. He could’ve if he wanted, but all he did was moan out in pleasure, whole body shaking.
Then you felt it, their cocks rubbing against each other in such a tight fit with your walls pulsating around them sent him over the edge. He twitched inside of you, filling you up and even thrusted upward as much as he could in this position so his cum would reach the deepest crevices of you.
“Did you just-?”, Minho growled, Jisungs eyes flew open when the hand around his throat vanished.
“I’m sorry, I just- it felt so good and I-“ he was silenced by two of Minhos fingers shoved into his mouth.
The older man didn’t stop with his thrusts, fucking his boyfriends cum into you.
“Suck on them, baby. And you better be thoroughly, it’s the only preparation you get”, his voice was flat, dark and it made Jisung crumble some more, “You have time until I cum”.
You gasped at it, kinda jealous of both of them. The thought of either having Minhos fingers in your mouth or your fingers in Jisungs mouth made you gasp and mewl immediately.
“Oh, kitten, you aren’t fair to Jisung, you’re gonna make me finish soon when you whine so prettily”.
His rhythm was merciless, relentless, he was chasing his release now without hesitation or restraint. The man underneath you squirmed in overstimulation, still being inside of you as well. Minho groaned into your neck, open mouthed kisses tracing along the hem of the shirt you were wearing, you felt his tongue against your skin before he bit down into the fabric for leverage. Jisungs mouth closed around his fingers, tongue swiping along them, trying his best to be good after literally fucking up and ignoring orders.
You let your head fall back, feeling so deliciously full when Minho came as well. His thrusts didn’t falter, quite the opposite, they got more brutal, quicker, harder. The growl behind you was so feral, so guttural and it only subsided when his movements stopped.
“You did so good, kitten”, he purred now, nose nuzzling against you.
“I didn’t even get to finish”, you pouted.
He pulled out with a sigh, pulling you with him and prepping you onto the couch on your back.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jisung is gonna help you with that”.
Jisung on the other hand didn’t even have enough time to react to anything that happened in that moment, he was being manhandled into positioning himself on his knees and hands right in front of you.
His eyes locked with your core since you had your legs spread, following the cum oozing out of your pussy and dripping down onto the cushions.
Minho was behind him, hands momentarily squeezing his hips.
“What are you- oh god”, Jisungs head fell forward as his boyfriends’ wet fingers pushed against the rim of his hole, “Wait- shit! Fuck-“.
“Watch your mouth, baby”, Minho cooed, eyes locking with yours, “Keep it occupied, yeah?”.
With a grin, you bunched up your shirt some more, gaining Jisungs attention again with the movement. His mouth hung open, muttered swears and breathed whimpers still falling out of it.
“You gonna take care of me, Ji?”.
He nodded, not being able to answer anything, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and kissed the spot right above your clit. He was so eager, so far gone, you didn’t know why he was moaning now. Maybe because of your taste, maybe because of Minhos fingers hitting his prostate - maybe a combination of both.
His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves, massaging it so messily, you involuntarily arched your back and tangled your fingers into his hair. His eyes fluttered close, the vibrations of his moans sending electric shocks through you. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. Now.
“Min- Min, please fuck him”, you gasped, these words making Jisung just moan a bit louder.
There was still cum pooling underneath you, coming out in gushes as your pussy pathetically clenched around nothing but the dark haired seemed to get off because of it a bit more. He dived in, tongue squeezing into your entrance, his nose bumping into your clit by how clumsy and hurried he was.
“As you wish, kitten”.
And damn, you wish you could hear those broken sobs of Jisung when Minho pushed his hardened dick in every second of the day. It was heavenly, he held onto you for dear life, arms trembling even more than your legs.
“You feel so good, baby. Fuck- and you really wanted to go to work, tsk”.
Jisung just hummed in satisfaction, probably not even remembering anymore how this started. But he would be reminded soon, his stupid phone on the table vibrating again.
“Ah, that’s Chan-hyung”, Minho grinned, a hint of malice in there, “You want me to pick up? You seem to be kinda busy right now”.
Jisung wanted to respond something, but had a really hard time separating from your swollen clit, latching on it like a starved man, especially with the way you gripped his hair but protesting with some groans.
Minho was too quick to reach for it either way, answering the phone call and putting him on speaker.
“Hey, Chan-hyung”.
He was mean with it, thrusting forward slowly, pulling a long and loud whine out of his boyfriend. His own voice was hoarse, but not that suspicious.
“Did Han-ah forget his phone or didn’t he even leave yet?”.
Chris sounded on edge, you knew he was pissed just because of his tone, but Minho grinned, gasping breathlessly when bottoming out.
“He’s at home”, he said.
Jisungs mouth was gone, he grunted, turning his head slightly to glance back.
“Tell- haahhh fuck- tell him I’m coming”.
Minho chuckled, patting his hips and grinding into him. Jisung let his head fall forward at that, his cries muffled with his teeth in your thigh. You caressed his head, scratching his scalp gently, but soon tugged him to guide his head back between your legs.
“Sure you are, baby”, Minho hummed, speaking louder again for Chris again, “He’s kinda distracted”.
Chris sighed audibly, it sounded really annoyed.
“Can I talk to him?”.
Minho snapped his hips forward and Jisung had to close his mouth around your clit to shut himself up. You jolted, the back of your hand pressed onto your mouth. The blond shook his head, signaling you to take it down again.
“Oh, Hannie can’t talk right now”, another thrust, and another and Jisung almost bit down, “He’s- ahh fuck- he’s occupied”.
Minho couldn’t hold it any longer, the younger man pressing his hips back to meet him now. He gripped his waist with one hand - almost letting the phone slip. This situation shifted completely, your orgasm was in arms reach all of the sudden while Jisung was basically making out with your cunt now. He swallowed the combined juices, moaning into you and licking over your clit with a flat tongue.
You didn’t even care anymore that Chris could hear you.
“Min- fuck him harder”.
Minho muttered something you couldn’t understand under his breath, phone thrown onto the couch to grab Jisungs waist properly.
“She’s there, too? Fuck, give me a warning or something”.
None of you answered, you came on Jisungs tongue with a choked moan, trapping his head in between your thighs. He didn’t stop because of this, hands prying your legs open and fucking you through that orgasm with his tongue, being pushed into your pussy with every thrust of Minhos hips.
It was messy, the sounds were so sinful and you were pretty sure Chris would be traumatized after this.
Minhos rhythm was faltering as he threw his head back, his moan turning into a growl while squeezing Jisungs waist with his hands. His face scrunched up when he came too, making his boyfriend writhe in pleasure at the feeling of being filled with his hot cum.
“Would you- fucking look at that”, Minho hummed when Jisung began to move on his own, his ass meeting Minhos pelvis over and over again, “Such a slut for me, fucking yourself on my cock? Wanna cum again?”.
The dark haired was still slurping on your combined juices, sucking on your swollen clit even though you were trying to pry him off at his hair. He didn’t budge, his eyes closed in pure bliss while eating you out, but it was too much for you. His mouth so hot on your skin, his drool making the sensation even worse because you felt so throughly wet. He marked you, sucking on your clit, your folds, even diving into your entrance, shoving his tongue in as deep as he could reach.
“Min-“, you whined, silently begging your other boyfriend for help.
Minho growled, leaning forward and gripping a fistful of Jisungs hair at the back of his head to yank him back roughly. Jisung gasped and hissed at the pain of it, but you could finally catch a break.
Spit and cum was running down his wet chin, his back arched and his eyes so far far gone.
His pupils were blown, so dark and big you couldn’t see any other color as he stared into the nothingness. They rolled back for the probably fiftieth time this evening while he also reached his peak, spilling onto the cushions with a heavy sigh.
It was silent for a moment, only your breaths filling the living room now.
Minho pulled out slowly, rubbing gentle circles into Jisungs hips as he let go of him.
“You okay?”, he asked, eyes switching between both of you.
The dark haired whimpered quietly, searching comfort in your arms, but holding an arm out for Minho to join him collapsing on your chest. The older man smiled at that, pressing a kiss to your lips first and Jisungs after that. Both snuggled up on you, your hands in their hair on each side.
“Fuck- Chan-hyung is gonna kill us”, Jisung mumbled.
“Nah, just you. Get in the shower and come here immediately”, you heard him saying on the other side of the phone.
relationships: Minsung x female!Reader x Bang Chan
cws: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, foursome, making out, oral sex (m! receiving), throatfucking, masturbation, overstimulation, riding, anal sex, cum eating, possessive behavior, Chan has a hyung kink, use of pet names, kinda mean dom!Lee Know, part two of: being mean to Han
word count: 4382
summary: after Chan heard all of you having sex, he doesn’t deny the offer to watch you - or even to join
a/n: this gotta be the filthiest shit I’ve ever done but damn yall asked for it! So there you go, I hope yall are happy
You crossed your legs, throwing one leg over the other and pressing them together to have some sort of friction. You sat on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, watching both of your boyfriends.
“‘m sorry”, Jisung muttered while gasping for air, looking up to Minho from his position on his knees, “‘m soo sorry”.
The older man huffed, angling Jisungs head up with a harsh grip on his hair, making him whine both in pain and in pleasure. His other hand was pressed to the wall for leverage.
“I don’t think you really are”, Minho snarled, guiding his wet cock back to his mouth, “Open”.
Jisung obediently did what he was told, opening his mouth widely and lolling his tongue out so his boyfriend could slide right back in.
When the younger man had come home from the studio, you had figured he was feeling a bit uneasy. After Chan had been listening on the phone to all of you having sex, this conversation had been doomed to be weird. But you had never thought that Jisung would suggest for his bandmate to actually watch the three of you next time.
While you had been lost for words, Minho had been kinda mad. It hadn’t taken him that long to corner a wide eyed Jisung against the wall and force him down to his knees.
You ended up on the chair, watching Minho punishing Jisung like this. He held him close by the hair, stuffing his dick as deep into the younger man’s throat as he managed, but letting him breathe every now and then. He would always gasp apologies and whine about it, just for Minho to start all over again.
The soft gagging sounds he choked out echoed against the walls of your shared bedroom, mixing together with the grunts Minho made with every sharp snap of his hips.
But the rhythm soon began to falter, that’s when he pulled him off again.
“Please-“, Jisung whimpered, “I am sorry, I- I thought you would like it”.
There was a thick string of saliva connecting his lips with Minhos weeping cock, the sight of it made your pussy clench around nothing.
“Don’t lie, you’re just getting off to the thought of Chan-hyung watching you getting railed”, Minho scoffed, he caught a tear on Jisungs cheek - shed by the sensation of his gag reflex being bullied relentlessly, “You’re getting off to your punishment right now as well - Did I say you could touch yourself?”.
The younger man was caught mid act, stopping to palm himself through the fabric of his pants, moaning out as he watched Minho licking off the tear from his thumb.
You stood up and walked over to them, caressing Jisungs cheek for a second before he leaned into the touch.
“I think it could be- intriguing”, you cooed, your other hand rising up to Minhos neck to beckon him closer to you, “Maybe you really would end up enjoy being watched. And if you don’t, we can stop whenever you want”.
Minho hummed.
“Fine. You’re lucky I love you”, he finally sighed, easing in your hold.
“I am”, you smiled, leaning forward to kiss him.
It was short but intense, all of him so captivating, you found it hard to stop yourself getting lost in it. Your heart jumped when he chased your lips, giving you another quick peck before separating.
Jisung whined, wrapping a hand around your calf to get your attention.
“I also want a kiss!”, he said, eyes big and lips already in a sweet pout.
“Of course, baby”.
You leaned down to press your lips to Jisungs, it was wet and sloppy, tainted by the salty taste of Minhos pre cum.
“Make him cum, yeah?”, you patted his cheek before going back to your chair, taking a seat and making yourself comfortable to enjoy the show.
“Hmm, you heard her”, Minhos grin was mean, but it still made the younger man writhe in his spot.
But just when you got to the best part with him taking his boyfriends cock in his mouth again, the doorbell rang. They either didn’t seem to notice or to care though, Jisung moaning sinfully around his girth while Minho pulled him closer.
With a sigh, you decided to get up instead and open the door. You didn’t expect to see Chris standing there, looking kinda anxious with disheveled hair and nervous eyes.
“Ohhh”, you made a surprised sound, “Hey Chris, nice to see you”.
The blond looked at you for a few seconds, quickly averting his gaze and started furiously blushing. He had sounded so confident on the phone, now he just seemed to be very embarrassed.
“Yeah, hi”, he looked down to his feet, “It’s nice to see you too. Uhm- did Jisung talk to you?”.
“About you wanting to watch us?”, you decided to tease him a bit and it was worth it, because he looked up with very wide eyes immediately, “Yeah he did”.
“He asked me to!”, Chris blurted out, “I was just- Well, it sounded intriguing”.
You chuckled, opening the door a bit further for him to come in.
“I didn’t think you’d come over that quick though”.
He stroked his hair back in a nervous habit, combing through them with sweat stained hands. He looked kind of lost in your apartment.
“Innie has guests over and- well, I thought about what Han said and- I- got hard?”, he muttered, sounding like he didn’t really believe what he just said.
“Ohh”, another surprised sound from you.
You could still see the slight outline of a bulge in his pants. He caught you staring, you didn’t care.
“Is this inconvenient? I can come over again tomorrow or-“, he got interrupted by a loud groan out of the bedroom.
“Are they-?”.
You laughed, taking his hand, thumb slightly stroking the back of it.
“It’s actually very convenient. You wanna take a look?”, you cooed gently, pulling him with you as soon as he nodded hastily.
The scene in the bedroom was the same as you left, Jisungs pretty mouth and throat getting abused by his boyfriend, both hands holding his head in place now as he roughly fucked his face. From the sounds Minho made, he was finishing the second you came in with Chris, grinding his hips and shoving his cock down his throat as deep as possible to force Jisung to swallow his cum.
“Oh fuck- I- Jesus-“, Chris almost stumbled seeing this, but his eyes were glued to the picture, every second of it burning into his brain.
You could heavily relate to that though, seeing how both of your boyfriends acted with each other, how rough Minho was in combination with the other being so submissive, it stirred something inside you every time you saw it.
Jisungs sounds were making you squirm, he sounded like he could cum from this too. Guttural moans erupting from him and ringing in your ears clearly when Minho pulled off to give him some air to breathe.
“Open”, Minho ordered breathlessly for the second time, “Show me”.
Jisung was too far gone to be disobedient or even notice you standing in the doorframe, showing off that he indeed swallowed everything his partner had given him, tongue coming out past his swollen lips. Not even a single drop of cum wasted.
“That’s a good boy”, the older man cooed, cupping his jaw gently, “Good job”.
When Jisung thanked him for the praise with that dumb fucked look on his face, Chris couldn’t hold back a gasp.
“You enjoying the show?”, Minho huffed, holding a hand out to you, “Come here, kitten”.
“Chan-hyung?!”, Jisung scrambled on the floor, trying to shove his boyfriend away as if he was suddenly embarrassed, “I- I didn’t know you would be here this fast?”.
Chris was too stunned to speak, automatically sitting down while watching you walk over to the scene where the oldest in your relationship greeted you with open arms.
“I wanna punish Hannie for bringing Chris here”, Minho whispered, nuzzling into the spot behind your ear, “You’re going to help me, kitten?”.
You snorted at his possessiveness, but you also found it kinda endearing. So of course, you nodded and helped Jisung up on his wobbly legs.
“I- uhmm-“, Chris’ lips were parted, nothing productive coming out.
The younger man sat down on the edge of the bed before being pushed to lay flat on his back. Minho was quick to get his pants off, manhandling him to lift his hips for it before he prepped some pillows underneath his ass.
His dick twitched relentlessly because three pairs of eyes were watching him attentively, the thrill of having an extra person - who wasn’t a part of the relationship - being there also filled you with a strange kind of lust.
You put on a little show as you were taking off your clothes, much to Minhos dismay. He pulled you close by your waist, shielding your body with his own.
“Don’t worry, Min”, you whispered, so quietly that only he could hear it, “There’s only you two, yeah? Ignore him, focus on me”.
His fingers trailed over your naked skin. He wasn’t jealous, he knew there was no reason to be. He just wasn’t so sure if he wanted to share the view, you were his to look at, to play with, to own.
But still, because he knew you and Jisung were keen about this new experience, he let it slide. He grinned when you climbed on top of Jisung, but facing you. Reassuring him by making grabby hands for him to lean down and kiss you.
You rocked your hips like this, Minho guiding you to do so and Jisungs hard cock slid through your folds like this.
“Hahh- please, can I-“.
“You wait”, Minhos voice was thundering, putting his boyfriend back into his place with just two words and making you and Chris gasp out.
You loved this side of him, the roughness, how he could easily make everyone fold.
“Don’t you dare touch her”, he growled, “You were acting up and now you’re going to take what we give you. Know your fucking place”.
Jisung whined, bucking his hips up into you. He was being ignored, left to shiver underneath you in anticipation while Minho kissed you in such a demanding manner, it punched the air out of your lungs.
You were dripping at this point, the desire inside you bursting out in dopamine washing through your veins. It made the drag of your hips more delicious, sloppier, and Jisungs whines even louder.
“H-hyung, please”, he stretched and turned to reach out for the guest, “Channie, tell them to go easy on me. Please please please”.
You could hear Chris moan, muffled by the back of his hand, clothes rustling.
Minho wasn’t having it, a hand leaving your waist to reach down to his boyfriends ass, nudging at his hole without warning to thrust a finger in.
“Hahh- wait wait wait- Min, jagi, baby, please”, he arched his back off the mattress at this sudden intrusion.
“Better think about who you’re crying out to, baby”, Minho warned, adding another finger, “I’m right here”.
Jisungs trembling got more intense with every second, his dick pathetically throbbing underneath you in dying need of some attention.
“Sorry- sorry, but please, I need-”, he whined, you loved when he did, “Inside-?”.
You decided to be generous, because he was behaving so good so far. He thrusted his hips into your hand immediately when you grabbed him, gave him a quick squeeze before guiding him in.
The sound he made was delicious, so broken, so needy - you clenched around his length although he wasn’t even inside completely.
“Ohh- fuck”.
You turned your head to see Chris lazily stroking himself to the sight, the sounds, the situation in general. He had pulled his pants down just enough so his cock was free and he could reach for it in long pumps.
Minho followed your gaze, noticing Jisung looked at him as well. He sighed and tilted his head slightly, thrusting his fingers in rougher.
“You wanna call for help again, Hannie? Go on”, he curled his fingers, finding the prostate with ease and making him cry out just for him, “Pathetic slut”.
You wondered what Chris thought about Minho degrading his younger partner, how he’d behave around them in the future. The thought of it was thrilling, knowing the relationship between the three of them would change forever, had some kind of appeal to you you couldn’t really lay a finger on.
“Hahh- hyung”, Jisung coaxed out in a sob, Chris jolted with a grunt, jerking off faster, “Hyung, please”.
Yeah, how could Chris look into his eyes, with Jisung knowing he found deep dark pleasure in the way he got called ‘hyung’?.
The younger held his hand out, what bribed Chris to stand up and sit down again on the bed, so the younger could take his hand in a tight grip.
“Channie-hyung”, Minho cooed, “You have a hyung kink? That’s good to know”.
Jisung whined at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out to replace his cock with them. Minho almost purred when sliding in, leaning forward to silence the soft sound with your lips.
This whole situation was making you insane. This quickly turned out to be more than just Chris watching, he was close, right next to you - you could hear his ragged breath and the wet smacking sound of him pleasuring himself to this whole scene.
“Oh, shut up Lino”, Chris sighed, not knowing where to look at.
It was torturing for everyone involved at this point. You alternated between rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing on Jisungs dick, while he did his best to fuck up into you occasionally, but with Minhos quick thrusts, it was so hard for him to hold onto the last piece of sanity. It felt so incredibly good, how he literally came undone right below you.
“More”, he sobbed, sounding like he was on the verge of crying, “I need- hahhh- please, too much”.
His knuckles on Chris’ hand turned white by the force of his grip, his wails and cries making your walls lock around him, preparing to milk him.
“Hahh- wait”, he choked on his words, more sobs coming out, “Don’t, please don’t stop”.
Jisung was slipping into the gut wrenching sensation of overstimulation, you could feel him twitch inside you with every roll of your hips.
“You want more? You have to earn that, baby”, Minho grinded his hips into him, holding you close by a firm grip of your neck, “Channie-hyung has no right to do what he pleases”.
His lust filled and blown eyes showed you how much he relished in his dominating role, how much he enjoyed being this mean to your shared boyfriend and teasing his older bandmate at the same time. It seemed like Chris’ presence wasn’t such a big deal for him anymore if that meant he could degrade one more person occasionally.
With that confirmation, you dared to slightly turn around, reaching for Chris’ leaking cock with confidence to take over for him now.
“Ohhh god”, the blond arched into your touch, craving more from being so touch starved, hips twitching.
“No no no no no”, Jisung began to sob again, being even whinier when his watery eyes followed the motions of your hand around Chris’ dick, “I- I wanna touch, please let me- please please, I’ve been so good-!”.
“You wanna make Chris feel good instead, huh? Because it was your idea to invite him?”, you asked, your voice cracking more than you thought it would.
But you couldn’t help it, the pants and groans and sobs of four people really had a crushing weight on you. You could literally taste how close you were.
“Yes! Yes yes, please- I’ve been so good- you said I was doing good”, Jisung threw his head back, writhing in the sheets.
“Ohh, you think you were good?”, Minho thrusted once more, bottoming out and staying still.
You already knew what he was referring too, but of course, Jisungs fucked mind couldn’t catch up that quickly.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good”.
Well, he agreed to this without asking you two. This was his punishment for it. So of course, Minho wasn’t happy with his answer.
“Uh-huh, think again”.
His thrusts were punishing, every snap so hard, it made your whole body bounce on top of him. Minho grinned shamelessly, palming your tits and holding onto you instead for leverage.
“Please please please please”, it seemed like something snapped inside of Jisung, he was only babbling at this point, whole body tensing up, but not coming.
“Lino”, Chris sighed, looking so tempted to catch your wrist to stop you from making him cum so soon, “He’s crying”.
“Poor baby”, he retorted with a scoff, not relenting.
That damn stamina of his, the combination of this with him being the least on edge of you all because he already got to his climax once, it was dangerous.
“Just- let me kiss him-“, Chris tried.
But Minho continued to let his hands roam over your body without a care, making you whine out in pure bliss. He fucked Jisung with so much force, you were rocked back and forth automatically.
“He said you would watch, not participate”, he said flatly, his voice bordering on a growl, “Be grateful I let her touch you”.
“So I don’t-?”.
“No!”, Minho snapped, “You get what I allow you to have, stop whining”.
You felt Chris twitch in your hand and you slowed down a bit, mostly because your body couldn’t catch up anymore. Sweat was dripping down your chest, in between your tits - your boyfriend was quick to lean forward and lick it off before it was out of reach. His tongue was even hotter against your boiling skin - almost burning where the air hit his saliva.
“Min-“, you cooed, a hand in his hair, caressing him so gently it made him look up to you with a stern gaze, “Just think about it, Jagi. Channies tongue in my mouth, moaning your name to thank you for it-“.
He slowed down a bit as if the thought of it really got to him, as if he needed a moment to compose himself.
Jisung got louder with the loss of stimulation, his sobs making your heart and pussy squeeze at the same time. It looked like he was about to crush his hyungs hand.
“What can I do to convince you, Min? I’ll do anything baby, I promise”, you smiled at him, peppering kisses up his throat.
There was the purr again, the low grumble of pleasure in his chest. But turned out, you actually didn’t need to do anything, Minho stayed still eventually.
“Fine”.
And with that, he grabbed Chris by the collar of his shirt, aggressively pulling him in into a searing kiss which muffled Chris’ surprised sigh.
Oh, the sight of it.
You whimpered, grieving over the opportunity to be the first one to kiss Chris and let him join this properly. But seeing your boyfriend manhandling the older man so easily, it sent you over the edge with dizzying speed and intensity. Your body was seizing, pussy clenching down hard around Jisungs cock, which seemed to trigger a chain reaction.
The sobs and cries he let out would probably be heard in the apartments next door. He filled you up, body reacting on his own to fuck his cum deeper inside you. Even now, he knew he would behave, clawing into the sheets and holding on for dear life while his legs shook around Minho.
He groaned loudly into Chris’ mouth while he felt his cock being squeezed tightly and you trying to hold on somewhere on his body for leverage, nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck- stop that, fuck”, his halfhearted warning was swallowed by his hyung as he caught your wrists, finally following the two of you with sloppy and quick thrusts of his hips.
You were panting, gasping for air. Wet slapping sounds subsided, only heavy breaths breaking the silence until Jisung was the first to speak.
“Please- can I- hnngg-“, he scrambled, his tongue too slow for his words, “Need to touch- please- can I?”.
Minhos lips curled into an exhausted smile.
“Yes, you can touch, baby. Whatever you want”, he sighed, pulling out with a hiss and watching his cum drip out of Jisungs abused hole, “You did good, baby. So good, I’m proud”.
“I did good”, he echoed, hands on you immediately, holding onto your hips to pull you down onto his aching cock one last time.
But he let you get up after all, hands still holding on to you, rubbing you, feeling you. You felt sore, emotionally and physically exhausted.
His eyes were hazy, as if he was in trance, holding onto Chris with no intention to let go soon enough, his lips searching for his skin. The younger man was sweating and trembling hard, lost in subspace as he turned to the side and locked his hands around his hyungs arm.
You muttered endless praises, stroking his hair back and out of his face. You knew he’d be locked in this state for some time before he’d whine about needing more again. But he was safe in the presence of his partners like this, he just needed to breathe properly for a few minutes.
Chris looked equally spent, but was also restless, being the only one to not reach his orgasm in this tangle of touches and moans.
“Ahh, Channie-hyung”, Minho taunted him, watching the older man’s cock twitch and his body tremble at the nickname with a grin - he would probably never letting him live this down, “You want us to take care of you now? I know you can be good for me, too”.
Jisung seemed to regain his consciousness slowly, looking up to Chris in awe to study how his face scrunched up with lust and desire - but he still wasn’t able to say coherent sentences.
Minho knelt on his side while you settled between Chris’ legs, your hand wrapping around his base while your boyfriend gently massaged the head.
“Ohh- oh god- wait”, he moaned out, “Jesus- fuck”.
His reactions were addicting, no matter how tired you felt. Thinking about it, you were actually grateful Jisung managed to get him here. The way he looked at you filled you with immediate want.
You leaned down, darting your tongue out to lick over the head, tasting the salty head of precum with a gasp.
“Is it good?”, Minho asked you, diving in himself and mimicking your movements.
“Ahh- fuck”.
It was so different with him. Usually, you would find yourself in this position on top of Jisung whose natural reaction was to be obedient almost immediately, while Chris wanted to take, raising a hand to hold onto Minhos hair but he was quick to pin down the older man’s wrist.
“Greedy”, he clicked his tongue, “You gotta take what you get, you’re not in the position to ask for more”.
It was your turn to take Chris’ cock into your mouth, at least the first inch, sucking him in and swirling your tongue over the most sensitive part. You let go again quickly though, give Minho some room to take him past his lips, a bit further than you were doing.
You began to play with him like this, switching places every few seconds and it didn’t take too long for Chris to fall apart like this. The muscles on his stomach were flexing, body tensing up every time he would dive into the warmth of a mouth while his chest heaved quickly with gasped breaths.
“You know, you look pretty like this”, Minho cooed, catching your lips with his for a second instead of taking him in when it was his turn.
You were too pent up again to scold him for this dumb remark, you kissed him back with a matching urgency. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking you for permission instead of taking what he wanted - you just melted into the kiss.
Chris felt kind of neglected though, hips bucking up and cock twitching in need for attention. Luckily, Jisung was there to take care of him while the two of you got lost in the heated kiss.
“Hyung-“, Jisung raised a hand to cup his cheek, forgetting how he reacted to this nickname- another helpless whine and futile thrust into nothing, “What’s wrong?”.
He came closer to the older man, caressing his face with a graze of his lips against his jaw.
“Is it because they’re not paying attention to you?”, he muttered.
He was right though, Minhos lips too distracting against yours. His taste dizzying, his tongue working in your mouth with practiced expertise. It made you shiver, your body immediately forgetting how tired you had been as you moaned into his needy mouth and pressed your thighs together.
Jisungs hand sneaked down to grip his cock to soothe the ache, Chris whimpered.
“Does that feel better? Am I making hyung feel good?”.
And with that, Chris was gone. He couldn’t hold back the upcoming orgasm, cock twitching as he came and spilled over Jisungs hand, his stomach and, well - Minhos and yours faces.
“Fuck- fuck, sorry, I-“, Chris arched his spine, back rising off the mattress, “It feels- haahh- fuck”.
His release made you separate, Minhos eyes flickered from you to Chris and then back to you.
For a split second, you thought he would snap. But instead he groaned, kissing your cum stained lips once before lolling his tongue out to lick flatly over your cheek to gather and swallow it.
Your stomach dropped at this, adrenaline flooding your system and making you do the same in a twisted kind of rush. You cleaned his jaw with your tongue, but held it there which he saw as an invitation to connect with you again, moaning into the open mouth kiss and savoring Chris’ cum with you all together.
“Fuck”, Chris muttered under his breath, “That was- fuuuck”.
Synopsis: han jisung as the third wheel who is not really a third wheel at all
A/n: ahh this had made me want to write for these two even more if anyone has any requests i would love to write them!
Wc: 3,267
Dating Minho came with rules.
Not official ones, of course. Minho wasn’t the type to sit you down with a serious face and a bullet-pointed list of relationship terms. He was more the type to silently place the last piece of meat in your bowl, glare at you until you ate it, and then call you dramatic when you got emotional about it.
Still, the rules existed.
One: Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were to be spoken to with respect at all times.
Two: if Minho cooked, you were expected to praise him properly. Not too much, because then he’d accuse you of being fake. Not too little, because then he’d sulk in silence for exactly twelve minutes.
Three: if you were dating Minho, you were also dating the fact that Han Jisung came attached.
That third rule was the one no one warned you about.
You had discovered it slowly.
At first, Jisung appeared on casual outings. A café trip here, a convenience store run there. Minho would text you, I’m outside, and when you opened the car door, Jisung would already be sitting in the back seat with a packet of crisps, waving at you like he had been invited.
“Hi,” he’d say cheerfully. “Don’t mind me.”
You would glance at Minho.
Minho would stare straight ahead, one hand on the wheel. “He was hungry.”
That was always the excuse.
He was hungry. He was bored. He looked lonely. He said he wanted coffee. He was whining. He followed me out. He has separation anxiety.
Jisung never denied any of it. In fact, he seemed rather proud.
Over time, he stopped sitting in the back seat.
Now, he sat in the passenger seat when Minho drove, because he claimed he got carsick in the back, even though everyone knew that was a lie. You sat behind Minho, reaching forward occasionally to poke his cheek or fix the collar of his jacket. Jisung would watch in the mirror, lips pursed.
“You never fix my collar,” he complained one afternoon.
“You’re wearing a hoodie,” Minho said.
“So?”
“So there’s no collar.”
Jisung turned around to look at you with wounded eyes. “Do you see how he speaks to me?”
You leaned forward and gently adjusted the drawstrings of his hoodie instead. “There. Better?”
Jisung immediately melted back into his seat, smiling smugly. “Much better.”
Minho clicked his tongue, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
That was how it always went.
Jisung complained. You fussed. Minho pretended to be annoyed. Then, when Jisung wasn’t looking, Minho would do something stupidly tender, like pass him the first bite of food or tug his hood up because the wind was cold.
It was impossible not to love them together.
It was also impossible to go on a normal date.
You had tried.
Not because Jisung was rude about it or anything. He wasn’t. That was the thing people didn’t always get about him.
For all his dramatic whining and his tragic little sighs whenever Minho said he was busy, Jisung knew when to step back. He knew when a date was a date. A proper one. The kind where you dressed up, Minho booked a table somewhere nice, and Jisung sent exactly one text saying, Have fun, bring me dessert if you love me.
Which, obviously, Minho pretended to ignore.
And then brought him dessert anyway.
That was how it usually went.
Tonight had been one of those proper dates.
You had spent too long getting ready, changing your outfit twice before settling on something you knew Minho liked. Not because he was hard to impress — he really wasn’t, no matter how much he acted like he was — but because the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention still made your stomach do stupid little flips.
When he knocked on your door, you opened it before he could text you something annoying like hurry up, I’m ageing outside.
Minho stood there in a black coat, hair soft over his forehead, one hand tucked into his pocket.
For once, he didn’t immediately say something sarcastic.
His eyes moved over you, slow and obvious, and his mouth parted just slightly before he caught himself.
You leaned against the doorframe. “What?”
He blinked, then looked you right in the eye.
“You look gorgeous.”
There it was.
No mumbling. No pretending. No weird
dodge.
Just Minho, looking at you like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen and deciding, apparently, that you deserved to hear it.
Your face warmed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His gaze dipped again, softer this time. “Really pretty.”
You tried to play it cool. You failed immediately.
“Careful,” you said, stepping out and locking the door behind you. “Compliment me too much and I might start thinking you like me.”
Minho took your hand before you could overthink it, lacing his fingers through yours. “Shit. That would be embarrassing.”
The date itself was perfect in that quiet, sort of way.
He complained about the lighting in the restaurant and then still took a picture of you because he said you looked too good not to. He told you not to order something spicy because you’d regret it, then swapped plates with you halfway through when you did, in fact, regret it. He reached across the table to wipe sauce from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, called you messy, and smiled when you kicked him lightly under the table.
It was romantic.
It was just yours.
No interruptions. No Jisung dramatically appearing.
Because Jisung wasn’t a dick.
He might be clingy. He might text Minho twenty-seven times in a row because he saw a cat that “looked similar” to him. He might act like being left alone for three hours was the same as being abandoned in the wilderness.
But he respected you.
He respected Minho.
He respected the relationship.
And maybe that was why you liked letting him into it so much.
By the time dinner was over, you and Minho were walking back to the car hand in hand, your shoulder tucked against his arm, the night air cold enough to make you shiver.
Minho noticed immediately.
Without a word, he unwound his scarf and looped it around your neck.
You smiled. “You’ll be cold.”
“I’m strong.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“You’re gorgeous. Be quiet.”
You laughed, tugging the scarf closer around yourself. “You can’t just say that whenever you want me to stop arguing.”
“It worked.”
“It did, actually.”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and for a moment, everything was calm and warm and easy.
Then his phone buzzed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Minho didn’t even check it at first.
You did.
Not the messages, just the name lighting up on his screen.
Han Jisung.
You snorted. “Your son is calling.”
“He’s older than a son.”
You snorted again. “Your other half is calling.”
The phone buzzed again.
Minho sighed like the weight of the world had personally chosen him. Then he answered, putting it on speaker before you could stop grinning.
“What?”
Jisung’s voice came through instantly. “Wow. Hello to you too, sunshine.”
“What do you want?”
“First of all, rude. Second of all, nothing. I’m just checking you’re alive.”
“You texted me nine times.”
“Because you didn’t answer.”
“I was on a date.”
“I know! That’s why I only texted nine times. I was being respectful.”
You covered your mouth, laughing silently.
Minho glanced at you, his expression flat, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “What happened?”
There was a pause.
Then Jisung said, quieter, “Nothing happened.”
Minho stopped walking.
You stopped too.
His voice changed, not by much, but enough that you heard it. Softer. More focused.
“Han.”
Jisung made a small noise. “Don’t do the scary voice.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing bad. I just…” Another pause. “I finished my schedule and everyone’s doing their own thing and I’m bored as fuck.”
You looked at Minho.
Minho looked at you.
You leaned closer to the phone. “Did you eat?”
Jisung gasped. “Oh my God, hi.”
“Hi, Sungie. Did you eat?”
“Define eat.”
Minho closed his eyes. “Han Jisung.”
“I had crisps.”
“That’s not dinner,” you said.
“It was a big bag.”
Minho was already pulling his keys from his pocket. “We’re picking you up.”
Jisung went silent.
Then, suspiciously soft, “You are?”
You glanced at Minho, raising your eyebrows.
He shrugged like this hadn’t been his decision before you even said anything.
“Our date’s finished,” you said. “And Minho owes you dessert.”
“I do not,” Minho said.
“You bought it already.”
Jisung made a delighted sound. “You bought me dessert?”
“No,” Minho said.
“He did,” you said.
“No, I didn’t.”
“You asked the waiter to pack an extra slice of cheesecake.”
“That could be for me.”
“You don’t even like cheesecake that much.”
Jisung’s voice wobbled with pure, ridiculous emotion. “You got me cheesecake?”
Minho unlocked the car. “I’m hanging up.”
“Hyung.”
“What?”
“I love you.”
Minho froze for half a second.
You watched him carefully.
His face didn’t change much, but his ears went pink again.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Stay where you are.”
He hung up before Jisung could make it worse.
You slipped into the passenger seat this time, still wrapped in Minho’s scarf, still warm from dinner and his compliments and the easy weight of his hand in yours.
As soon as he started the car, you looked over at him.
He didn’t look back. “What?”
“You’re cute.”
“I’m driving. Don’t annoy me.”
“You got him cheesecake.”
“He’s annoying when he wants something sweet.”
“You love him.”
Minho’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
For a second, you wondered if you’d pushed too far.
Then he said, very quietly, “So do you.”
You smiled.
“Yeah,” you admitted. “I do.”
He glanced at you then, quick and careful.
Not jealous. Not uncomfortable.
Just checking.
You reached over and rested your hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I love you too, you know.”
Minho’s face softened immediately.
“I know,” he said.
Then, after a beat, “I love you.”
You grinned. “See? Was that so hard?”
“Awful. Nearly died.”
“You’re so brave.”
He smiled then, small but real, and took one hand off the wheel just long enough to lift your hand to his mouth and kiss your knuckles.
By the time you pulled up outside the studio, Jisung was already waiting near the entrance in an oversized hoodie, bouncing slightly on his heels from the cold.
The second he saw the car, his whole face lit up.
“Oh, he is so pleased with himself,” you said.
Minho sighed. “Don’t encourage him.”
“You say that like we aren’t literally here to pick him up and give him cake.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“He’s pathetic.”
Jisung opened the back door before you could answer and immediately leaned between the front seats. “I heard that.”
“Good,” Minho said.
Jisung ignored him completely and looked at you. “Hi, pretty.”
“Hi, princess.”
His smile turned smug instantly.
Minho groaned. “Don’t call him that. He gets worse.”
“I deserve nice things,” Jisung said, climbing into the back seat and shutting the door. “I have suffered.”
“You were alone for two hours,” Minho said.
“Exactly.”
You turned around in your seat and reached back to fix the hood slipping off Jisung’s head. His hair was messy underneath, fluffy and sticking up at the sides.
“You’re freezing,” you said.
“I know, I’ve been suffering out here.”
Minho reached for the heater without being asked.
Jisung noticed.
You noticed him noticing.
Minho noticed both of you noticing and immediately looked pissed off about being perceived.
“Don’t,” he warned.
Jisung pressed his lips together.
You did the same.
The silence lasted three seconds.
Then Jisung said, “You love me so bad.”
Minho put the car into drive. “I’m taking you back.”
“No, you’re not. You have cheesecake.”
“Had cheesecake.”
Jisung gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
You reached into the bag at your feet and pulled out the takeaway box. “He wouldn’t. He was very serious about making sure they packed it properly.”
Minho muttered something under his breath.
Jisung leaned forward, eyes shining. “Can I have it now?”
“No,” Minho said.
“Yes,” you said at the same time.
Jisung looked between you both. “Mum said yes.”
Minho’s head turned slowly.
You burst out laughing.
“Do not call her that,” he said.
Jisung looked between you both. “Your gorgeous date said yes.”
Minho’s head turned slowly. “Don’t flirt with my date.”
“I’m complimenting her.”
“That’s flirting.”
Jisung smiled around his fork. “You’re jealous.”
You reached back and gently pinched Jisung’s cheek. “Eat your cheesecake before he takes it back.”
Jisung immediately clutched the box closer. “He wouldn’t. He loves me too much.”
He took one bite and immediately slumped back against the seat, eyes closing. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Minho glanced at him in the rear-view mirror. “Seatbelt.”
Jisung, still chewing, blindly reached for it.
You watched Minho watching him.
That was the thing about dating Minho. People who didn’t know him properly always acted like he was hard to read, like his love had to be dug out from underneath layers of sarcasm and blank stares.
But you had never really seen it that way.
Minho loved in a way that was almost impossible to miss if you paid attention. He held your hand without thinking. He fixed Jisung’s hood when it slipped off his head. He kept his palm warm against the small of your back when you walked through busy places, guiding you gently without making a big deal out of it. He bought the cheesecake. He turned the heating up. He told you that you looked gorgeous and said it like he meant every single letter.
He could tease, obviously. He could be dry and blunt and annoying as hell when he wanted to be.
But cold?
Never.
Not with you.
Not with Jisung.
Not when he looked at the two of you like you were something soft he had been trusted to take care of.
By the time you got back to the dorm, Jisung had already eaten three bites of the cheesecake in the car despite Minho telling him to wait until you were all inside.
He had agreed, very seriously, and then opened the box the second Minho looked back at the road.
“You have no self-control,” Minho said, unlocking the door.
Jisung walked in first, cheesecake tucked protectively against his chest. “I have joy. You should try it sometime.”
“Don’t say that while holding a plastic fork,” Minho said.
“Why?”
“It ruins the effect.”
You laughed, slipping past Minho into the dorm. “So there was an effect?”
Minho looked at you, then down at your outfit again, the same way he’d been doing all night when he thought he was being subtle.
“There is when you do it,” he said.
Your face warmed immediately.
You took your coat off, still smiling, and before you could reach for the hook, Minho stepped behind you and lifted it gently from your shoulders.
His hands lingered for half a second.
“You really did look gorgeous tonight,” he said, quieter now.
You turned your head slightly, smiling at him over your shoulder. “You’ve told me that already.”
“I know.”
“And you’re telling me again?”
His mouth curved. “Problem?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He kissed your cheek before hanging your coat up, quick and casual enough to make your heart feel stupid.
When you glanced towards the living room, Jisung was already on the sofa, cheesecake balanced on his lap, fork held loosely in his hand.
He wasn’t saying anything.
Which was, honestly, how you knew something was up.
Usually, Jisung filled every room he was in. A little hum here, a comment there, some dramatic noise just to remind everyone he existed and deserved to be looked at. But now he was just sitting there, lips pushed into the smallest pout, poking at the corner of his cheesecake without actually eating it.
You softened immediately.
Minho noticed too.
His eyes flicked over Jisung’s face, and all the teasing left him at once.
You sat down beside Jisung, still smiling, and reached over to fix the hood of his jumper where it had bunched awkwardly behind his neck. “Poor Sungie.”
Jisung’s pout deepened, but he leaned into you almost instantly, like he’d been waiting for permission.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“No, you’re not.” You reached up and pushed his hair back from his forehead, gentle with it. “You’re sulking.”
“I’m not sulking.”
“You’re holding your fork sadly.”
His eyes dropped to the fork in his hand.
Then, very quietly, he said, “Maybe a little.”
Your chest went all warm and soft.
You cupped his cheek, thumb brushing lightly over his skin. “Did you want some attention too?”
Jisung didn’t answer straight away.
He just leaned heavier into your hand, cheeks going pink.
That was answer enough.
Before you could say anything else, the sofa dipped on Jisung’s other side.
Minho sat beside him, close enough that their knees touched, and reached over to take the cheesecake box from his lap before it could slide off.
Jisung looked at him.
Minho looked back, expression gentle in a way that always made your heart ache a little.
“You went quiet,” he said softly.
Jisung shrugged, suddenly very interested in the sleeve of his hoodie. “Didn’t wanna interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting.”
“You were being cute.”
Minho’s face softened even more.
Then he reached up and tucked a messy piece of hair behind Jisung’s ear, his fingers lingering there.
“You’re allowed to want attention,” he said.
Jisung blinked.
The room went quiet for a second.
Not awkward. Just soft.
Then Jisung mumbled, “That’s embarrassing.”
Minho smiled a little. “You’re embarrassing.”
“Hyung.”
“Cute, though.”
Jisung’s head snapped up.
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.
Minho didn’t look away from him. He didn’t roll his eyes or pretend he hadn’t said it. He just looked at Jisung like he adored him because he did. Like Jisung being needy and pouty was something precious, not annoying.
Then Minho leaned in and kissed his forehead.
Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut immediately.
The pout disappeared from his face so quickly it was almost funny.
You leaned in too, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Jisung made a tiny sound, pleased and shy all at once, before hiding half his face behind his sleeve.
“You’re both so mean,” he mumbled.
You laughed softly. “We kissed you.”
“Exactly.”
Minho’s hand slid to the back of Jisung’s neck, thumb rubbing there gently. “Spoiled.”
Jisung peeked over his sleeve. “Loved.”
Minho’s smile was small, but so warm.
“Yeah,” he said. “Loved.”
Jisung went quiet again, but this time it wasn’t sulking.
You settled closer against his side, and Minho stayed right there on the other, sandwiching Jisung between you both until his shoulders finally relaxed.
After a moment, Jisung picked up his fork again and took a tiny bite of cheesecake.
“There he is,” Minho murmured.
Jisung leaned into him, still chewing. “Don’t talk about me like I’m a cat.”
Minho brushed his thumb once more against the nape of his neck. “Then stop acting like one.”
You reached over and wiped a bit of cheesecake from the corner of Jisung’s mouth with your thumb.
He smiled, completely shameless now.
“Can’t help it,” he said. “I like being taken care of.”
summary|| sometimes your boyfriend do something that get you all hot and bothered so you have to express your feelings on the matter
gener|| comedy
reference|| love (chan), my baby (han), sweetheart (felix), muse (hyunjin)
warnings|| please MDNI although there's nothing explicit it is very suggestive, swearing, mention of a choking kink (felix), mention of pregnancy (han)
a/n|| lowkey too tired to make a good theme
ss|| 13
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( 애인 ) you don't expect anything to come out of rating your exes—well, you don't expect them to see it. but it doesn't go as awful as you'd think...
💭 :: 27ss dirty jokes/innuendos allusions to sex reader is lowk #thatgirl jeongin gets his own warning seungmin barks han is precious sunoo/ni-ki/megan cameo
𑣲⋆ note ⸝⸝ this is for my lovely amazing thoughtful kind talented pretty girlfriend @kloversung because it's our one month (everyone cheer 🍻) i hope she knows how much i love her & i wanted to write a silly smau for her ♡ i love you ky baby (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
— this is how i imagined each of skz members would be when you are giving them a head, using your mouth to please them, and giving them the best fucking oral they could ever asked.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
a/n: okay so i know this wasn't supposed to be the one i will post today. but i needed to work on the voicekink headcanons more because i think, it has more into it than i could write in just merely a day. so for now, here's a draft i wrote months ago that i haven't posted yet as a compensation. LOVE YOU ALL!
CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG
Chan is the definition of a caring yet controlling dom. He sits on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide, and gently pulls you between them by your waist. One large, veined hand cups your cheek tenderly while the other slowly strokes his thick, heavy cock right in front of your face. “Come here, baby. That’s it… on your knees for me,” he says in that low, raspy voice that makes your stomach flutter.
He starts incredibly patient. He rubs the swollen tip across your lips, teasing them open. “Open your mouth for me, pretty girl. Wider… good girl.” He guides you down slowly, controlling the depth with a firm but gentle hand in your hair. His eyes never leave yours. “Relax your throat, love. Breathe through your nose. You can take more of me, I know you can.”
He’s incredibly verbal the whole time, mixing sweet praise with filthy encouragement. “Fuck, your mouth feels so warm and wet… look at you taking my cock so well.” As you get into it, Chan’s hips start rolling gently, fucking your mouth with slow, deep thrusts. He groans deeply, head occasionally falling back, but he always returns his gaze to you. When it gets messier, he wipes your tears with his thumb and praises you even more.
Right before he cums, he holds your head steady with both hands and thrusts a little deeper. “I’m close, baby. You’re gonna swallow everything, okay?” He finishes with a long, broken groan, spilling down your throat while telling you how perfect you are. Afterward, he immediately pulls you up into his lap, kissing you softly and whispering praises while stroking your hair.
LEE MINHO (LEEKNOW)
Minho is a wicked dom who loves power and teasing. He leans back comfortably, legs spread, and gives you a lazy smirk. He strokes his cock slowly while you kneel, tapping the wet tip against your cheeks and tongue, making you chase it. “Look at you… already drooling. Aren't you so cute?”
When he finally lets you have it, he guides your head with a tight grip on your hair, controlling every movement. “Slower. Use your tongue properly—yes, just like that.” He enjoys face-fucking you, pushing deeper while watching your eyes water with satisfaction. His dirty talk is sharp and degrading in the hottest way: “Choking on my cock already? Such a greedy little slut for me.”
He’ll pull you off right when you’re doing well just to hear you whine, then push back in deeper. Minho edges himself using your mouth, repeating the cycle until you’re a messy, desperate wreck. When he’s finally ready, he holds your head down and fucks your throat with sharp, precise thrusts, moaning softly as he fills your mouth. Afterward, he becomes surprisingly soft, pulling you into his chest and stroking your hair while calling you his good kitten.
SEO CHANGBIN
Changbin is eager, strong, and incredibly vocal. The second he wants you, he pulls you down between his massive thighs, already breathing heavily with excitement. “Fuck, I need your mouth right now, baby.” His tattooed hand guides the back of your head while the other holds his thick cock.
He’s very encouraging from the start, saying “Yeah, just like that— open wider, princess. You can take all of me, I know you can.” He moans loudly and shamelessly, hips bucking up when it feels too good. “Deeper— fuck, that’s perfect. You’re so good at sucking my cock.” His grip tightens when he gets lost in pleasure, holding your head with both hands as he starts thrusting harder. He loves it when your throat does all that filthy wet sounds that his ears crave to hear, chuckling every time he hears you gag, but his moves never falters.
He loves the sight of you struggling with his size and isn’t shy about telling you. When he’s close, he gets rougher but still praises you nonstop. “Gonna cum, baby. Want it on your tongue or down your throat?” He finishes with deep, powerful groans, watching you take everything he gives you. Afterward, he becomes the softest giant, pulling you up and cuddling you tightly while telling you how amazing you are.
HWANG HYUNJIN
Hyunjin turns blowjobs into something deeply sensual and intimate. He sits back comfortably and gently pulls you between his long legs, taking a moment to brush your hair away from your face with soft fingers. He starts slow and guiding. His long fingers thread gently through your hair as he tells you exactly what he wants. “Lick from the base up… yeah, just like that.” His voice stays soft and husky while he gives quiet instructions. “Now take me a little deeper. Slowly, baby. Yes, just like that...”
Hyunjin’s hips roll smoothly as you work him, his breathing growing heavier. He moans quietly, the sounds low and pretty, never too loud. His fingers stay tangled in your hair, guiding your pace without forcing you. He loves it when things get messy, the way your spit runs down his cock and drips from your lips. When it does, he lets out a soft groan and praises you warmly. “Look at you… getting so messy for me. So fucking pretty.”
He loves keeping eye contact the entire time. Even when his cock is buried between your lips, his gaze stays locked on yours, intense and focused. As he gets closer, his breathing turns ragged and his thrusts become less controlled. Right before he cums, he usually pulls out, stroking himself as he watches. He finishes on your tongue and lips, eyes heavy with lust while soft, breathy moans slip from his mouth. Afterward, he stays gentle. He wipes your lips with his thumb, pulls you up into his lap, and kisses you deeply, still whispering how good you made him feel.
HAN JISUNG
Jisung is impatient, desperate, and incredibly vocal. The second the mood strikes, he pulls you onto the bed or couch and tugs you between his thighs, already breathing fast. At first, he tries to be gentle, shaky hands guiding your head down. The moment your lips wrap around him, he loses all composure. “Fuck—! Your mouth feels so warm… oh my god,” he moans loudly, head falling back. He can’t stay still. His hips buck up instinctively as he guides you deeper, fingers threading through your hair. “Deeper, baby, just a little more. You’re so good, so fucking good at this.”
Jisung is extremely vocal the entire time, a constant stream of whiny praise and desperate begs. “Your tongue— right there, shit! I’m gonna cum too fast…” He switches between dominant and submissive very easily. One moment he’s holding your head and fucking your mouth with needy, shallow thrusts. The next, he’s whimpering and letting you take full control while gripping the sheets tightly.
He loves it messy. The wetter and sloppier, the louder he gets. When he’s getting close, his voice cracks and his thighs start shaking. “I’m close— I’m so close, baby. Can I cum in your mouth? Please let me—” He finishes with loud, broken moans and whimpers, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat or on your tongue, depending on what you allow. Afterward, he becomes incredibly soft and cuddly, pulling you up immediately for kisses and hiding his flushed face in your neck while mumbling about how perfect you are.
LEE FELIX YONGBOK
Felix is gentle but intensely dominant. He sits back comfortably and pulls you between his legs with a soft smile. “Come here, love,” he says in that deep, rich voice. He cradles your face with both hands at first, stroking your cheeks while slowly guiding you toward his cock. “Just like that… open for me.”
He starts slow and sensual. He loves watching you take him inch by inch, praising you constantly in that velvet baritone. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth… taking me so well already.” Felix is obsessed with eye contact. He’ll hold your gaze the entire time, occasionally pressing gently on your throat to feel the bulge when you take him deep. “Feel that? That’s how deep you’re taking me, angel.”
His guidance is patient but firm. He rolls his hips smoothly, fucking your mouth with controlled, deep strokes while moaning beautifully. Even when he gets rougher, he remains attentive, wiping your tears, stroking your hair, and checking if you’re okay. “You’re doing so good for me… such a perfect mouth.”
When he’s close, his deep voice gets even lower. He holds your head with both hands and thrusts a little faster, groaning your name as he cums deep down your throat. He stays in your mouth for a moment, savoring the feeling, then immediately pulls you up into his arms. He kisses you softly, cleans you up, and cuddles you while whispering how much he loves you.
KIM SEUNGMIN
Seungmin is a cruel, cocky dom who gets off on breaking you down with nothing but his voice and control. He leans back against the couch or bed with that infuriatingly smug smirk, slowly stroking his long cock right in front of your face. “On your knees. Now.” His tone is cold and expectant.
He makes you wait on purpose, lazily pumping his shaft while looking down at you like you’re pathetic. He taps the wet tip of his cock against your cheek, smearing precum on your skin. “You’re drooling already? Disgusting. I haven’t even put it in your mouth yet and you’re this eager?”
When he finally feeds it to you, his hand grips your hair tightly, controlling every single movement. “Slower. Did I say you could choke on it like a greedy slut? Use your tongue properly.” He forces you to keep eye contact the entire time, tilting your head up painfully. “Eyes on me. I want to see how stupid you look with my cock stretching your throat.”
He enjoys light face-fucking, snapping his hips forward sharply while laughing softly at the wet gagging sounds you make. “Can’t even breathe properly with a dick in your mouth? This is all you’re good for, isn’t it?” The meaner he gets, the harder he becomes. When he’s finally ready to cum, he holds your head down with both hands, fucking your throat with sharp, merciless thrusts.
“Take it all. Every fucking drop. Don’t you dare waste any of my cum,” He finishes with a low, satisfied groan, burying himself deep and pumping his load straight down your throat. After he’s done, he keeps his cock in your mouth for a few extra seconds, enjoying how you struggle.
YANG JEONGIN
Jeongin starts off slightly shy but quickly becomes confident and curious. He pulls you between his legs, cheeks a little pink as he strokes himself. Once you start, his confidence grows fast. “Like that… yeah, just like that. Fuck, that feels really good.”
He’s surprisingly dominant and experimental. He loves guiding you and trying new things, different angles, depths, and rhythms. “Can you take it deeper for me? Slowly… good. Now faster.” His hand stays in your hair, gently but firmly directing you. As he gets more comfortable, he becomes bolder, holding your head with both hands and thrusting into your mouth while moaning your name.
He’s very observant, always watching your reactions. “You like it when I do this, don’t you?” His voice gets breathier and needier the closer he gets. He switches between soft guidance and rougher face-fucking quite naturally. When he’s about to cum, he gets possessive and desperate. “I’m gonna cum— keep going, please—”
He loves finishing deep in your mouth or on your tongue, groaning loudly as he does. Afterward, he becomes incredibly soft and caring, pulling you up immediately to check on you. “Was that okay? Did I go too hard?” He cuddles you close, kissing your forehead and becoming very affectionate.
