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[mysteryfem]

just finished bloodhounds.

wtf do you mean that the girl i read a case about a year ago is THE hyeon-ju? my poor baby, my heart hurts just remembering everything, she didnt deserve one bit.

not all men, but its always a man, and im sick of people defending these men SIMPLY BECAUSE THEYRE MEN. 💔

[esaestrellaeramilujo]

Alan | I know you want my touch for life

Summary: Alan's shitty attitude drives you crazy and you want to teach him a lesson, luckily your teammates are very busy in a chase.

Warning: +18, smut, public play, handjob, risk of discovery, cum play, situationship. 

Now playing: Juno — Sabrina Carpenter

Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

“There they are!” In-beom shouts, prompting Man-bae to kick the Range Rover’s engine into gear and begin tailing them at a steady pace.

From the back seat, you lean forward, bracing your hands against the back of the passenger seat. 

“How many are we looking at?” you ask, tilting your head to get a better look at the car you’re supposed to be following.

“Only two” the former intelligence agent responds curtly.

“Piece of cake” you mutter, straightening up and turning to look at the guy beside you.

Alan is hunched against the seat, knees pulled up with a top-of-the-line MacBook balanced on his thighs. His face, illuminated by the cold blue glow of the screen, shows absolute concentration. His fingers fly across the keys, decrypting signals and tracking the owner of the vehicle they’re chasing.

You spend a few seconds just watching him. You’ve always been fascinated by the contradiction he embodies… that brilliant mind trapped in a body that seems to vibrate with nerves at the slightest touch. It’s probably why you magically end up sleeping in his room every night.

“Hey Alan” you call out, but he doesn’t even flinch, though his eyebrows twitch a fraction of a millimeter. “Alan…” you repeat, firmer this time.

He lets out an irritated sigh and turns to face you. His eyes rake over you from head to toe… a quick inspection meant to be dismissive, but it only reveals how much your proximity actually gets to him.

“You’re taking up too much space” you complain, settling into the leather seat and closing the distance between you.

“I’m working, can’t you see?” he snaps, gesturing toward the laptop with a sharp jerk of his head. “Or are you blind?”

“Asshole” you spit back with venom.

Alan returns his gaze to the screen, but you can see a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He lives for contradicting you and winding you up, but you aren't about to back down.

You begin to move… slowly, almost imperceptibly to anyone who isn't as hyper-aware as he is. First, it’s your knee brushing against his and then your shoulder pressing into his arm. The SUV takes a sharp turn at high speed and you use the momentum to fully glue yourself to his side.

Alan startles slightly, his fingers stumbling over a key. He shoots you a sidelong glance, confused by your apparent indifference as you pretend to be deeply interested in the conversation In-beom and Man-bae are having up front.

“Watch the gap, Man-bae! Or they’ll spot us!” you chime in.

“There!” In-beom points to the lane they need to take.

Alan swallows hard as he tries to process the situation. Despite there being only two of you in the back seat, you’re pressed right against him just to get a "better view" of the avenue. Were you really this excited about the chase?

His doubt vanishes the moment he feels your hand slide slowly down the side of his thigh, moving up inch by inch over the fabric of his dark trousers.

Immediately, Alan’s mind goes blank. His hands tighten around the edges of the laptop and a hitched breath escapes him, but he stifles it before the two men in the front can hear.

When your hand slides boldly inside his pants, Alan wishes with everything he has that his partners don't look back. The risk of being caught in such a compromising moment sends waves of heat crashing through his body.

Without even looking at him, you grip his length through his boxers and give a firm squeeze. Even when you pause the movement for a second, you can feel him trembling under your fingers, pulsing with an urgency he is desperately trying to hide.

“Shit! I lost them!” Man-bae growls, hitting the steering wheel in frustration as the target disappears behind a truck at a crossroads.

“They turned right” you point out calmly.

You move your hand with practiced agility, slipping past his underwear to make direct contact with his skin. Alan sinks further into the seat, his legs parting subconsciously to give you room. He strategically adjusts the laptop, propping it between his thighs and his stomach to cover the evidence of his erection… which is now greedily seeking out your hand.

A few light touches are all it takes for his tip to start slicking. You spread the pre-cum up and down with long strokes, using your thumb to press against the head every now and then, exactly the way you know drives him crazy.

You start to stroke him at a steady rhythm, flexing your wrist to increase the friction. Alan’s breathing hitches and his eyes are unfocused, darting frantically between your impassive face and the figures of In-beom and Man-bae.

Your hand tightens firmly around the base of his cock and you begin to pull up slowly, choking his length and forcing him to bite his bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

“When we get back to…” Alan whispers in your ear, but he has to cut himself off to bury a moan in a sharp exhale. “You’re going to pay for this… i swear”

“I’ll be waiting” you whisper back, winking at him.

You watch him for a few seconds… his face is completely flushed and that beautiful vein is already bulging on his forehead, revealing the superhuman effort he is making to keep his composure. You decide he’s had enough torture, though you aren’t sure he’s actually learned his lesson.

You pick up the pace, focusing on the sensitivity of his glans. At that moment, the car swerves around a corner without braking… a jarring maneuver that sends everyone swaying to one side. It’s the perfect cover. Neither of the men up front notice Alan’s hips start to tremble uncontrollably, racked by a spasm that has nothing to do with Man-bae’s rough driving.

Alan comes in your hand in absolute silence. He shuts his eyes with a painful intensity, pressing his lips together until his knuckles go white on the laptop. His free hand flies to your back and, for a second, you think he’s going to pull your hair or shove you away, but he just leaves it there, holding you against him while his body finally drains.

Once his erection begins to subside, Alan lets out a breath he seems to have been holding for hours. He grabs a water bottle from the door compartment and drinks greedily, trying to let the cold liquid steady his breathing and cool his face. His eyes lock onto yours, searching for any crack in your carefree facade.

He doesn’t find one.

You swirl your hand one last time over his sticky glans, collecting the rest of his seed, before bringing your index finger to your mouth. You suck it clean slowly, maintaining eye contact and savoring the taste of his defeat.

“Shh” you whisper, placing that same finger over your own lips.

Without another word, you straighten your clothes, toss your hair back and lean forward, resting your arms on the headrests of the front seats.

“I think we’ve got them, Man-bae. Take the next left” you say, joining the technical conversation as if the last fifteen minutes never happened.

You take one last look over your shoulder. Alan is sitting there with the computer still on his lap, completely stunned, staring blankly at a screen that now only shows a blinking cursor.

[pickyour-poison]

Folding For Ya! 🥊

Pairing: Kim Gun-woo/Hong Woo-jin/Reader- Poly Relationship, Established Friendship → Mutual Pining

Word count : 5k ( sorry 😭)

Summary: The heater in Woo-jin’s apartment breaks during the coldest rainstorm of the winter, leaving three emotionally repressed idiots trapped in one bed with unresolved tension, shared blankets, and entirely too much awareness of each other. Gun-woo tries to stay respectful. Woo-jin tries to stay joking. You try not to completely lose your mind. None of those plans survive the night.

Warnings: 21+ themes, heavy makeout tension,This is an explicit 18+ story with heavy smut. It contains a poly threesome (M/M/F) with Hong Woo-jin and Kim Gun-woo, including oral, sex, dirty talk, creampies, and bisexual elements (the boys kiss and tease each other).lots of filthy banter, sweat, and messy sex. All consensual. Friends-to-lovers with heavy pining and Read at your own risk.

Author’s Note: they lasted approximately a good 20 minutes after the heater broke before turning into the most touch-starved people alive 😭 These two gym boys really know how to make me sweat and lose my mind..also yes. nobody slept. obviously. 🌙 * not proof read sorry for mistakes and Grammer lol

*sorry if the drabble somehow offends you if you're not into bisexual themes. So kindly do not read further. But people who are into this and might wanna explore.. Hehe go on this is a treat for you. :)

The heater died sometime after midnight not dramatically like sparks flying or tragic explosion but just one pathetic little click from the corner of Woo-jin's apartment before silence settled over the room and cold began creeping across the floorboards like it had finally got the chance to show their presence.

For a few seconds, nobody noticed...Then you stopped mid-sentence and woo-jin stopped scrolling through his phone. Gun-woo slowly looked up from the kitchenette where he was making ramyeon.

Another click...Nothing happened...A beat passed. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," you muttered. Cold hit almost immediately after that. A thin woosh curling around your ankles beneath the blanket cocoon wrapped around you on the couch.

You narrowed your eyes toward woo-jin suspiciously. "You paid the bill, right?"

Woo-jin looked offended. "Why is that always the first accusation?"

"Because last month your electricity got cut off while you were charging a massage gun, an air fryer, and a phone at the same time." you reasoned.

"That was one time." he throws his hand up, trying to defend himself obviously.

"Three," Gun-woo corrected quietly from kitchenette. Traitor, always taking yours side. woo-jin scoffed before he whipped around toward him so fast he nearly slipped on the kitchen tile. "You're supposed to support me...not the other way around gun-wooah"

Gun-woo didn't even glance up from the pot. "I support honesty." You snorted into your blanket while Woo-jin crouched dramatically beside the heater and smacked it twice with the confidence of a man who had never fixed anything correctly in his life...Nothing happened...He smacked it again harder.

Still nothing. The apartment remained stubbornly cold.

"This is discrimination," he declared.

"You can't accuse appliances of discrimination."

"You don't know its motives." Gun-woo sighed softly through his nose, before carrying over three steaming cups of ramyeon.

The warmth hit your face first....Then him...Black t-shirt. Damp hair falling over his forehead from the rain earlier. Sleeves pushed up enough to expose toned forearms still pink from washing dishes.

Hot. You somehow felt hot even after the heater died.

"Careful," Gun-woo murmured, handing you your cup. Your fingers brushed accidentally. Barely even a second and heat  climbed all the way up your wrist like your nervous system had suddenly caught fire. Worse.

Which was deeply annoying...Because this kept happening lately....Small things.

Gun-woo's hand against the small of your back while guiding you through crowded sidewalks.

Woo-jin tugging you down beside him on the couch without thinking.

Late nights at the gym turning into shared dinners turning into accidentally falling asleep in their apartment more often than your own.

Somewhere along the way, the three of you had become... tangled.

Not officially...But enough that the atmosphere changed whenever one of you got too close.

And unfortunately for your sanity, Woo-jin noticed everything.

Including the exact moment you looked away from Gun-woo too quickly.

A slow grin spread across his face immediately.

"Aaaah," he said knowingly, pointing his chopsticks toward you. "There it is." Your stomach dropped. "There what is?"

"That look."

"There is no look."

Gun-woo visibly stiffened beside the kitchen counter.

Woo-jin gasped dramatically. "yah!! lying again?"

"We're eating, shut it" you shot back. "We're yearning." Gun-woo nearly inhaled boiling ramyeon. You burst out laughing while he coughed violently into his sleeve, ears turning bright red almost instantly.

"Hyung," he muttered hoarsely. "What?" Woo-jin looked delighted with himself. "Am I wrong?"

The worst part?...Nobody answered..That was the problem with them...Or maybe the blessing.

Nothing between the three of you had technically crossed a line. They were too sincere with you. You were just... close.

Close enough that Woo-jin threw an arm around your shoulders without thinking. Close enough that Gun-woo remembered how you liked your coffee and silently swapped drinks whenever cafés got your order wrong. Close enough that strangers constantly assumed something was going on.

And maybe they weren't entirely wrong. The attraction sat there all the time. Quiet. Breathing.

Gun-woo looked at you like he was trying not to.

Woo-jin looked at you like he enjoyed failing.

But neither pushed. Neither made you uncomfortable. Somehow the space around them always felt safe, even when tension sharpened the air into something dangerous.

Outside, winter rain hammered the windows harder.

Woo-jin noticed you noticing...And suddenly his grin turned wolfish. "Yah," he said slowly, dropping onto the couch beside you. "You stare at him a lot these days." Your chopsticks froze mid-air. Gun-woo nearly choked on water.

"I do not." you replied.

"You do," Woo-jin sang. "Like this." He widened his eyes obnoxiously and pretended to swoon.

Heat flooded your face immediately. "You're insane."

"I'm observant."

Gun-woo muttered into his cup, "Hyung."

"No, no," Woo-jin continued gleefully. "And our Gun-woo's even worse. You should see his face every time you wear those shorts."

"Hyung." This time sharper. You looked toward Gun-woo automatically and immediately regretted it because he was already looking at you...Dark eyes....Steady....Not embarrassed ....Just caught.

The apartment suddenly felt much smaller.

Woo-jin burst into laughter at both your expressions. "Aish. Look at you two. One push and you'd combust."

"You're the one causing problems," you mumbled.

"Me?" He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. "I'm bringing truth and honesty into this household."

Then he coughed. "Anyway. We're freezing."

You looked around the apartment. Tiny kitchen...Tiny couch...One bedroom.

One bed.

Absolutely not.

"No," you said instantly.

Woo-jin grinned. "I didn't even say anything." "You didn't have to." Gun-woo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You can take the bed. We'll sleep out here."

"In this temperature? You'll die." Woo-jin pointed dramatically at him again. "Hear that? She cares if we die."

"Please stop narrating my sentences."

"Never."

Another burst of rain rattled the windows hard enough to make all three of you jump slightly.

Cold seeped deeper into the apartment.

Woo-jin finally sighed. "Look, practically? The bed's the only warm spot left."

You stared at him and He stared back innocently. Which was horrifying because Hong Woo-jin was never innocent about anything.

Gun-woo spoke before your brain could spiral further. "Only if you're comfortable."

That was the thing about him. Gun-woo could say something completely normal and still make your heart stumble over itself.

You swallowed. "It's just sleeping." Woo-jin immediately smirked. "Exactly."

"Don't make it weird." woo-jin just wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Twenty minutes later, you deeply regretted agreeing. Not because anything happened.

Because nothing happening somehow felt worse. The bed was small....Painfully small and You lay trapped between them beneath heavy blankets while cold rain hissed against the windows outside.

Woo-jin smelled faintly like soap and cigarette smoke from standing outside earlier and Gun-woo smelled clean. Warm. Like fabric softener and skin.

This was hell no Actual heaven you can't seem to decide that.

Nobody moved for a while. Then Woo-jin sighed dramatically into the darkness. "I can literally feel the tension in here."

"Go to sleep," you muttered. The mattress shifted slightly as Woo-jin rolled onto his side to face you. "Question."

"No.".."You don't even know what I'm asking."..."I know you enough."..."Coward."

You peeked at him through the darkness. "Fine. What?" unable to resist the curiosity.

His eyes glittered lazily. "Who'd win in a fight? Me or Gun-woo?"

You stared. "That's your midnight question?"

"It's important."

Gun-woo answered flatly from beside you. "Me."

Woo-jin gasped. "i didn't asked you. " You crackle a laugh.

"but your question has me in it so i answered hyung." you can sense the bratty tone of gun-woo.

"and You're supposed to pretend to be humble." woo-jin used his hyung voice but to his bad luck that didn't seemed to intimidate him.

"You hit like a folding chair." gun-woo commented. You snorted so hard you nearly choked.

Woo-jin pointed accusingly at Gun-woo. "See? She only laughs that hard for me." Gun-woo finally looked at you then. Sleepy-eyed. Hair falling over his forehead....Soft.

"Not true," he said quietly...an Your stomach flipped betraying you.

Woo-jin felt it happen.. The way your shoulder stiffened. He felt it all... And of course he did. The idiot noticed everything.

His grin turned slower this time. Less teasing. More curious. Like he was watching a match finally reach its last round. "You know," he murmured, voice lower now, "people think it's weird we only let you around us." Your breath caught slightly. That was true too.

The gym boys adored you, but there had always been an invisible boundary around Gun-woo and Woo-jin. Other people bounced off it naturally.

Not you...With you....they softened.

You looked toward the ceiling and said jokingly. "Maybe I'm just special."  "You are," Gun-woo answered instantly. Silence crashed down again. Heavy this time....Woo-jin actually blinked...You turned toward Gun-woo slowly.

He seemed to realize what he said a second too late because his ears turned red almost immediately. "I meant..." But he didn't finish. Because honestly, what was there to fix?

Woo-jin suddenly groaned loudly into his pillow. "I can't do this anymore." You frowned. "Do what?"

"This." He gestured between all three of you wildly beneath the blanket. "This weird unresolved yearning situation. It's making me itch." You laughed nervously. "You're stupid jin-ah."

"I'm right."..."No, you're sleep deprived."..."Y/N."

Your name sounded different in Gun-woo's voice....Lower....Careful...You looked at him again...Big mistake.

He was already close because of the cramped bed, but now the darkness made everything feel closer somehow. The warmth beneath blankets. Shared breathing. The steady rise and fall of his chest inches away.

Your pulse turned uneven...Woo-jin watched both of you for a long moment before muttering, "I knew it." breaking the hypnotic pull between you guys.

"Knew what?" you voice not sounding like yours anymore.

"That you two look at each other like you want to fuck each other. "

The room went still...Nobody joked this time...Your throat felt suddenly dry.

"that's no-..." you tried saying softly while woo-ji's hand reached your waist.  Woo-jin's grin faded at the edges...Because that hit... You soft skin made his mind blank everytime.

You'd seen before the way his hands lingered on your waist sometimes. Seen the way he got quieter whenever another man flirted with you. Seen the way he watched Gun-woo watch you. Something unreadable flickered across his face.

Then he exhaled slowly. "Fair." Rain thundered outside....Inside, the air turned molten...You should sleep, you thought.

Instead, you whispered, "What happens if we stop pretending?" The words slipped out quieter than you intended. Still, both of them heard it immediately.

Woo-jin's hand, still spread warm against your waist beneath the blanket, tightened just slightly at the question. Not enough to trap. Just enough to betray him and Beside you, Gun-woo went completely still.

Like the entire room had narrowed into this single moment.

Woo-jin breathed near your ear  for a long second before exhaling softly through his nose. The sound almost resembled a laugh, except there wasn't anything playful left in it now.

"I think," he murmured carefully, "we'd stop being able to act normal around each other."

Your heartbeat stumbled.

Gun-woo lowered his gaze briefly, jaw tightening once. Woo-jin noticed that too, because of the dim light coming from the window made gun woo's reactions more visible to him.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he looked back at you again, softer this time. "Actually," he corrected quietly, "I don't think any of us have been normal for a while."

The honesty in his voice hit harder than flirting ever had.

You swallowed. "And that doesn't scare you?" "It should." "But?"

Gun-woo turned around completely facing you his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your side beneath the blanket. Small. Thoughtless. Intimate enough to make your stomach tighten.

"But every time you leave," he admitted, eyes holding yours now, "this place feels weirdly empty after." Silence crashed over the room again.

Gun-woo looked away first this time, dragging a hand slowly over his face like he physically didn't know what to do with that confession sitting in the air between all three of you.

Then quietly he admitted.  "He's right." Your breath caught. Gun-woo rarely said things without thinking carefully first. Which somehow made every honest sentence feel devastatingly real.

His gaze lifted toward you again...Steady...Open. "Every time you're here," he said softly, "it feels... easier to breathe." And that? That nearly ruined you.

Because Woo-jin flirted like second nature. But Gun-woo admitting something vulnerable felt like watching somebody place their heartbeat directly into your hands.

Woo-jin let out another quiet laugh beside you, though this one sounded almost disbelieving.

"Wow," he muttered. "We are deeply screwed."

Your heartbeat thudded hard enough to hurt. And yet Nobody moved away.

If anything, the space between all three of you somehow disappeared entirely. Gun-woo's hand gripping your waist slightly.

Woo-jin noticed immediately. Of course.

But instead of joking, he only read the room quietly before reaching over and tugging the blanket higher around your shoulders. The gesture felt strangely intimate...Tender.

"You cold?" he asked softly. "A little." Without a word, Gun-woo shifted closer. Warmth wrapped around your side instantly. Your brain nearly short-circuited.

Woo-jin stared at the two of you for a second before scoffing fondly and moving closer too. "Move over. If I freeze to death because of you idiots, I'll haunt both of you."  You burst into helpless laughter. And somehow that broke the final bit of awkwardness. The three of you settled again. Closer now. Easier.

Woo-jin started rambling about some idiot customer from the gym earlier. You argued back. Gun-woo quietly added comments here and there that made both of you laugh harder.

Time blurred warm and soft. At some point, your head ended up against Gun-woo's shoulder and , Woo-jin's hand settled lazily over your ankle beneath the blankets.

None of you mentioned it. The rain kept falling.

The apartment stayed freezing...But the bed felt unbearably warm now.

Eventually conversation faded into sleepy quiet.

You thought they'd both fallen asleep until Woo-jin suddenly murmured into the darkness:

"If we did this..." You blinked sleepily. "Did what?" "This." His voice softened unexpectedly. "Us."

Gun-woo raised his head slightly toward him.

Woo-jin looked between both of you carefully now, teasing stripped away completely for once.

"I wouldn't want it halfway." Something tightened painfully in your chest. Gun-woo nodded immediately. "Me neither." Their honesty hit harder than flirting ever could.

You swallowed carefully. "You two realize this conversation is happening while I'm trapped between you, right?" Woo-jin grinned sleepily. "Exactly where you belong." Your face burned instantly. "Hyung," Gun-woo warned quietly....But he was smiling too.

You could hear it in his voice...The room dimmed softer after that.

Then Woo-jin shifted suddenly onto one elbow, eyes half-lidded in the dark as he looked down at you.

"Can I kiss you?"..Direct...No games...Your breath caught...Gun-woo's hand tightened slightly against the blanket beside yours like he was holding himself back from speaking first...You looked between them.

The warmth. The trust. The unbearable affection sitting quietly beneath every joke and glance for months. Then you whispered almost desperate, "Yeah."

Woo-jin didn't wasted a second and  kissed you first...And somehow that felt inevitable. The moment your answer left your mouth, something in him gave way quietly. His hand slid from your waist to the back of your neck, fingers warm against chilled skin as he pulled you closer with a care that almost hurt. Still slow....But no longer teasing.

The kiss landed soft enough to ask again and again without words. A lingering press of lips that deepened only when you leaned into him first. You felt his breath catch slightly at that, like he hadn't expected you to want him back this much.

Which was ridiculous...Because Hong Woo-jin had been driving you insane for months.

You kissed him harder before you could overthink it.

The sound he made against your mouth nearly unraveled you completely.

His grip tightened instinctively at your waist, fingertips pressing through the thin fabric of your hoodie as though he had to physically stop himself from pulling you fully into his embrace. His thumb brushed once against the curve of your side beneath the blanket and the tiny touch sent heat spiraling through you embarrassingly fast.

"Yah," he murmured softly against your lips, half laughing, half breathless. "You can't suddenly do that." eyes hazy filled with need instead now.

But he kissed you again immediately afterward anyway..And this one lingered. Long enough for the room to blur around the edges.

Long enough for your fingers to slip into the front of his hoodie without thinking.

Long enough for you to become painfully aware of Gun-woo beside you. Watching...Silent.

You pulled back slowly, lips tingling, and immediately regretted it because Gun-woo was staring at you like restraint had become physically painful.

His eyes dropped to your mouth once...Twice.

Then to Woo-jin's hand still resting against your waist. Something shifted in his expression after that...Not jealousy but Need. Quiet. Controlled. But there.

The mattress dipped slightly as he moved closer without seeming to realize it himself.

Woo-jin noticed immediately. Of course he did.

A crooked smile touched his mouth before he glanced toward Gun-woo lazily. "You're being really patient right now." Gun-woo exhaled once through his nose, gaze never leaving you. "You're not helping."

"No?" Woo-jin's fingers slid absently beneath the hem of your hoodie just enough for warm fingertips to brush bare skin at your waist. "Feels like I'm helping everybody." You bit your lips at that comment.

Woo-jin looked unbearably pleased with himself for exactly half a second before your hand fisted suddenly in the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer again.

That shut him up immediately. Gun-woo actually laughed softly at the stunned expression on Woo-jin's face. "There," he murmured quietly. "Now hyung's suffering too."

You turned toward him too quickly.

Mistake.

Because Gun-woo was already close enough now that you could feel his warmth through the blankets. One large hand rested beside your thigh against the mattress, fingers flexing once like he was debating whether he was allowed to touch you at all.

Your heart nearly burst...So you reached for him first...Just his wrist. Just a small touch.

But the reaction was immediate. His fingers curled instinctively around yours before he seemed to remember himself. The carefulness in him almost hurt to watch. "You sure?" he asked softly. The fact that he still asked while looking at you like that nearly ruined you. You nodded once and That was enough.

Gun-woo kissed you carefully at first, one hand sliding slowly to your jaw while the other finally settled against your waist opposite Woo-jin's. The contrast almost made your head spin. Woo-jin's touch was restless heat. Gun-woo's was devastatingly steady, like he was trying to memorize every reaction you gave him. Then your fingers slid into his hair..And Kim Gun-woo finally cracked. Not completely. Just enough.

The kiss deepened suddenly, pulling a quiet sound from your throat before his hand tightened at your waist instinctively. You felt the restraint in it immediately. Like he wanted to touch more. Pull you closer. Hold tighter.

But he stopped himself. Which somehow made it worse. Woo-jin swore softly under his breath beside you.

The room had gone molten. Every tiny movement beneath the blankets suddenly mattered too much. Woo-jin's hand tracing slow circles against your side. Gun-woo's thumb brushing beneath your jaw. Your knee tangled between theirs while rain battered the windows outside hard enough to drown out the sound of uneven breathing.

Nobody seemed capable of pretending anymore.

Woo-jin leaned closer again first, pressing one brief kiss near the corner of your mouth before resting his forehead against yours.

"We should probably stop," he whispered. But his hand had already slipped possessively around your waist again.

You looked at him through heavy lashes. "You first." His laugh came out rough. "See?" he muttered toward Gun-woo. "She's making it worse." you breathed almost accepting the accusation. Then Gun-woo's mouth brushed against your ear making you shiver against woo-jin's hold.

Gun-woo didn't hesitated and pulled you closer again kissing you almost desperate than before. Like something snapped inside him..removing the restraints. This time the kiss was all teeth and tongue leaving you a heaving mess. You moaned like a touch starved person. Never knew kissing gun-woo would leave you in a desperate situation.

" What are you waiting for hyung? I thought she was making it worse for you? " Gun-woo said pulling away from that bone melting kissing and  taunting woo-jin.

Woo-jin's throat bobbed hard. For once, no joke came out. Just your name, quiet and stunned beneath his breath like he couldn't believe you meant it." I-I don't if i-she- "

" It's okay jin-ah.. You can touch more if you want to. "  Your voice sounding not like yours anymore. That snapped something in woo-jin as well.

"Touch her, hyung" Gun-woo commanded, his voice rough, threaded with challenge. "Show her how much you want her." You nodded, breathless, your pulse escalating.

Woo-jin shot Gun-woo a look that was half disbelief, half challenge before his gaze dragged back to you again.

"You two are really trying to kill me tonight."But he moved closer anyway. Like he couldn't help it anymore. One of his hands slid up slowly, fingers brushing beneath your jaw before pushing your hair away from your neck with care. The contrast nearly made your head spin. His breathing had gone uneven now, composure slipping in visible cracks while he looked at you like he was trying to decide whether to hold back or completely give in. Then he kissed you again. Harder this time....Hungry.

The sound of your breathing disappeared into his mouth immediately as he pulled you closer against him, fingers tightening instinctively at the side of your neck. The kiss turned messy within seconds, all impatience and lingering mouths and stolen breaths, like Woo-jin was finally acting on every thought he'd spent months joking his way around.

"Fuck," he muttered softly against your lips, voice roughened beyond recognition. "Do you know how long I've wanted this?" Your fingers curled tighter into his hoodie. That only made him worse.

Woo-jin kissed like someone trying to savor and consume at the same time, like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to take his time with you or completely lose himself in it instead. Every time you made another breathless sound against his mouth, his grip flexed harder, restraint slipping further and further.

Behind you, Gun-woo exhaled shakily. The sound alone made heat crawl down your spine.

Woo-jin laughed quietly against your lips after hearing it, though there was nothing teasing left in the sound anymore.

"Yah," he murmured, dragging another kiss from you immediately after, "hearing him lose patience might actually ruin me." Woo-jin’s mouth was still devouring yours, hot and messy, his hand sliding possessively under your hoodie to palm your breast. Behind you, Gun-woo’s breathing had grown heavy, his thick cock pressed hard against your ass through his sweats, one large hand gripping your hip like he was barely holding himself back.

You pulled away from Woo-jin, gasping. Both of them were staring at you with raw hunger.

Woo-jin smirked, eyes dark. “Look at her, Gun-woo-ya. Already soaked and we’ve barely started.” He yanked your sweats and panties down, spreading your thighs wide. “I'm going down first, hyung privilege.” that made gun-woo scoffed.

He slid down and buried his face between your legs without warning. His tongue was filthy ......long, wet strokes up your pussy before sucking hard on your clit. You cried out, hips bucking. Woo-jin groaned loudly against you. “Fuck, she tastes so sweet. Been dreaming about this for months.”

Gun-woo turned your face to him and kissed you deep, swallowing every moan while Woo-jin ate you out like a starving man. Sweat was already forming on their skin, the heat from their gym-trained bodies turning the bed into a furnace.

“Gun-woo…I wanna see you too...” you whimpered. He didn’t need more. He shoved his sweats down, his thick, heavy cock springing free. You without wasting another second leaned over and took him into your mouth, sucking eagerly.

“Shit— just like that,” Gun-woo groaned, voice rough, one hand gently threading through your hair.

Woo-jin laughed against your pussy, the vibration making you moan louder around Gun-woo’s cock. “Listen to him trying to be all gentle. Bet you’ve jerked off thinking about her mouth a hundred times, huh?”

Gun-woo’s ears burned red. “Hyung, shut the fuck up—”

Woo-jin only got worse, thrusting two fingers deep inside you while he kept licking. “She’s creaming so much. You should feel how tight she is. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy tonight but can you handle it gun-woo? Bet you'll cry from the pleasure..ha.!!.”

Gun-woo finally snapped surprising you both He grabbed Woo-jin by the back of the neck, yanked him up from between your thighs, and kissed him hard — all tongue and frustration. Woo-jin froze for a second, eyes wide in pure shock, before he kissed back just as fiercely.

You pulled off Gun-woo’s cock with a wet pop and sitting completely to witness the scene in front of you then burst out laughing, breathless and delighted. “Oh my god...like really??..you two have more tension between you guys and godd… you two are so gay.”

The words barely left your mouth before both of them turned to you in syncwith matching dangerous looks.

Woo-jin wiped his shiny mouth with the back of his hand, grinning wickedly. “Gay, huh?”

Gun-woo’s voice dropped low and rough. “Big talk for someone dripping all over the sheets.”

They moved together like they’d planned it. Oh oh..

You yelped when Woo-jin flipped you onto your back and pushed your thighs wide again, sliding two fingers back into your soaked pussy while Gun-woo knelt beside your head, feeding you his cock once more.

“Still think we’re gay, baby?” Woo-jin taunted, curling his fingers right against your g-spot while his tongue attacked your clit. “Because this greedy little cunt is sucking my fingers like it wants both our dicks.”

You moaned loudly around Gun-woo’s thick length. He groaned, fucking your mouth a little deeper, sweat rolling down his chest onto your skin.

Woo-jin didn’t let up. “Look at her taking you so well. Such a filthy girl… calling us gay while she’s choking on cock and riding my tongue.”

They switched after you came hard the first time, shaking and sobbing. Gun-woo took his turn between your legs, eating you out with slow, devastating precision while Woo-jin fucked your mouth, both of them sweaty and breathing hard.

After your second orgasm left you a trembling, sweaty mess, Woo-jin climbed on top first. He waited a second finding your eyes...like still asking for permission. This idiot will be the death of you someday. When catching his eyes, you nodded and then He pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, groaning loudly. “Fuck— so tight. So fucking wet for us.”

He fucked you hard and fast, stamina endless, teasing you the whole time. “Still think we’re gay, princess? Say it again while my cock’s buried in you.”

Gun-woo kissed you filthy, then kissed Woo-jin again right above you — slower this time, heated. The sight made you clench hard around Woo-jin.

You came around his cock with a broken cry. Woo-jin followed right after, spilling deep inside you with a string of curses, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest.

Gun-woo took his place immediately, sliding into your messy, sensitive pussy with a low groan. “Mine now,” he muttered, fucking you deep and steady, hitting every perfect spot. Woo-jin played with your clit and whispered filthy praise in your ear until you came again, clenching hard around Gun-woo. He finished with a deep moan, filling you up.

All three of you collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap under the blankets. The rain was still falling outside, but the bed felt impossibly warm.

Woo-jin pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder, then leaned over and gave Gun-woo a softer, lingering kiss. He looked back at you with a crooked, fond grin.

Gun-woo pulled you closer against his chest, brushing damp hair from your face. “You’re ours now,” he said quietly, sincere as always. “No more pretending.”

Woo-jin nodded, throwing an arm around both of you. “Yeah. You’ve got two boyfriends now, baby. Boyfriends who are very much into you… and apparently into each other a little bit too.” He winked.

You laughed softly, exhausted, happy, and completely safe between them.

“Finally,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to Gun-woo’s chest, then turning to kiss Woo-jin. “My two idiots.”

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[mysteryfem]

i love my boyfriends who are also boyfriends

[prettyinorchid]

⤷ ゛allen headcanons ˎˊ˗ — bloodhounds 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟

allen x fem!reader

warnings: fluff! smut! mdni! i am not responsible for the media you consume! enjoy!💗

𑣲⋆ doesn’t really know how to gift gifts. he doesn’t really understand the meaning of gifting flowers when he can pre-order you the newest update for your laptop

𑣲⋆ this guy genuinely has anger issues. frequent outbursts that lead to yelling for no reason.

𑣲⋆ he’s definitely an argument starter :P he’s soooooo toxic, like, he’d take all of his anger out on you. victimizes himself. cries after arguing and when he sees you cry, he’s all like “oh so i’m the problem now??”

𑣲⋆ canon but if you take a while to respond, he WILL track your location. picture this— you’re out with your friends, you don’t see allen’s texts and when you finally open the chat you see 1000 messages from him. half of them are screenshots that he took from the city cameras that he hacked, seeing yourself in them

𑣲⋆ he’s a cat dad prove me otherwise :cc he treats the kitty like she’s his actual daughter

𑣲⋆ hot take but yall met on discord and you were his e-girl at first. he’s just that guy. cannot do irl interactions

𑣲⋆ he is generally a very messy person. his room his a mess. don’t get me started on that desk boi😹 dirty socks in the kitchen, leaves trash wherever he goes… and he’d expect you to clean after him. gets mad if you don’t

𑣲⋆ i feel like he’s a very anxious person

𑣲⋆ besides the anger issues and the arguments stuff, i feel like he’s a very soft boyfriend. he’s gentle with you. his ideal date nights are playing on his switch while eating the unhealthiest foods ever

𑣲⋆ sends you memes😭 they’re so unfunny but you don’t have the heart to tell him so you just reply to every one

𑣲⋆ he lowkey smokes a lot of weed. you two have your own sessions late at night, smoking while kissing or watching a movie or sum

𑣲⋆ he LOVES head scratches. if he could die right there, he would.

𑣲⋆ always asks you to paint his nails! black mostly, but won’t interfere if you wanna do glitter pink this time

nsfw!

𑣲⋆ he would ask for nudes 24/7. if you say that you’re busy, he’d spam your phone with :(( emojis

𑣲⋆ loves when you give him a blowjob under the desk while he does his computer work or simply games. it’s like the peak point of maximum pleasure for him

𑣲⋆ cums quickly. doesn’t last that long :cc

𑣲⋆ OH HE’S A WHINEEEER. you CANNOT prove me otherwise. he whines in your ear all. the. time. moans too but the WHINESSSS.

𑣲⋆ he lowkey submissive👀 like yesssss queen take care of him while he’s under you whining like a pillow princess. he once gathered the courage to slap your ass while backshots. he got so embarrassed he never did it again😭

𑣲⋆ blabbers A LOT of nasty, slurred shit when he’s about to cum. his thoughts aren’t clear and he just says whatever comes to his mind from immense pleasure

𑣲⋆ hear me out— he’s a head pusher😍

𑣲⋆ fav positions are cowgirl, riding… any position that requires for you to be on top

𑣲⋆ has a HUGEEEE praise kink. degradation too?👀

𑣲⋆ okay listen… would send you videos of him jerking himself with sound on at like 12pm🧍🏻‍♀️sends them at the mostttt random times ever.

𑣲⋆ a lil cute scenario, i think that he’d adore when you sit on his lap with a cutie lingerie set on while he’s gaming. grinds against you like a bunny in heat too. would edge like that until he loses his temper and fucks you there lol (the lace set stays on…)

𑣲⋆ he’s 100% a ‘wrap it before you tap it’ guy. he stands by the statement that sex without a condom feels better, but cannot think of a baby right now with all the pressure he has. so he prefers to be safe

৻ꪆ bonus— after y’all started dating, he admitted to hacking your phone camera while you guys were in a situationship. he watched you and jerked off to you. you should have been creeped out, but… were you?

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 a/n— hey guys!🪷 this is a little something to keep you guys entertained while i work on the bigger allen project😚 i have like three allen requests rn so i’ll be working one by one while keeping up with the cortis updates as well hehe :PP

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 i’m also sick right now guys so please understand that i may be working a little slower😣 excuse my grammar! i hope this doesn’t flop lol😭

✿ taglist!! @coupsdomiwife 💗 @d1seongjeglazer 💗 ⤶ currently working on their request hehe :p

[mysteryfem]

my man looks like he could be in the disney movie zombies

[prettyinorchid]

playing both sides🎮

⋆˚꩜｡ allen x fem!reader ⋆˚࿔ in which the real fight isn’t in the ring ᢉ𐭩 warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of fighting, mentions of betrayal, fingering, actual p in v °❀ mdni! ۶ৎ wc: 1k+ ᥫ᭡. requested by: @d1seongjeglazer ʚɞ enjoy🪷💓

the basement door of the IKFC slammed open with a deafening crack, wood splintering under the force of gun-woo’s kick.

“stay sharp” woo-jin muttered, already stepping inside, his fists clenched.

boots echoed against concrete as the three of you moved fast. too fast to hesitate, too deep to turn back.

armed men rushed forward almost immediately.

“i’ll take left” gun-woo said, rolling his shoulders.

woo-jin shot you a quick look. “find the computer guy. we’ll handle this.”

you nodded, already backing away as fists met flesh behind you.

another crash. a groan. chaos.

perfect.

you turned, slipping down the darker hallway, your steps quieter now… more certain.

you step over a tangle of wires, your boots heavy on the concrete. down the dark alley you find an open door. allen sits in a flickering halo of blue light from three different monitors. he doesn’t turn around. his fingers continue to fly across the keyboard, tapping that fills the silence. just a little chuckle.

“am i in trouble?” he says, still looking at the screen.

“the firewall is down” you say, your voice echoing off the walls.

“i know. I'm the one who lowered it for you.” allen says.

there’s a small pause. “you know, you should really stop bumping into me. it’s getting embarrassing .” he says as he sucks his breath in.

then he finally spins his chair around. “however, what took you so long? i’ve been waiting for twenty minutes."

“gun-woo and woo-jin are busy with the men upstairs. i had to make sure they didn't follow me” you reply, crossing your arms. "you’re the one who’s been leaking the loan locations. why?"

allen shrugs, a nervous, jerky movement. "maybe i’m tired of working for loan sharks. or maybe i just wanted to see if you’d actually find me. you’ve been following my digital trail for weeks. you’re persistent."

“i’m more than persistent. i’m the one who’s going to put you in a cage once we get those files” you snap back. you step closer, looming over him.

“oh, is that right?" allen asks. he looks up at you, his eyes darting to your lips and then back to your eyes.

he’s shaking slightly, but there’s a flicker of something intense behind his eyes. "you talk very big for someone who’s currently alone in a basement with the man who knows everything about her."

“you don't know anything” you snap.

outside , the muffled sounds of violence filter through the ceiling. gun-woo’s fist hits a man’s jaw with a sound like a branch snapping. woo-jin lets out a sharp grunt as he ducks a lead pipe, his own counter attack sending a sound through the wall.

dust rains down from the basement rafters. the war for the city’s soul is happening twenty feet above your head.

“you picked the wrong place to hide” woo-jin spat, ducking a swing and driving his fist straight into a jaw.

gun-woo grabbed a man by the collar, slamming him into the wall. “where’s baek-jeong?”

a laugh echoed from deeper in the room. “right here.”

baek-jeong stepped forward, slow, unbothered, men closing in around him.

“two of you?” he tilted his head. “that’s it?”

woo-jin wiped blood from his lip. “more than enough.”

one of the men lunged, gun-woo moved first, blocking, striking back hard.

“don’t let them breathe” he muttered.

“wasn’t planning to” woo-jin shot back, already swinging again.

baek-jeong watched, amused. “break them.”

the room exploded into motion, but the air down between you and allen is different. it’s hot. and they don’t know. they don’t know that allen is currently two fingers deep inside of you.

you’re gasping, your back arching as he finds your center. he’s not gentle and awkward as his usual demeanor. he moves his fingers in a frantic, stabbing motion. his other hand gripping your shoulder so hard it’ll leave a bruise. you can hear the squelching sound of your own moisture as he works you, his fingers coated in your heat.

“you’re so wet, baby” allen murmurs.

“i hate you” you moan, your head dropping.

“i know you do.” he says.

he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock. he’s thick and hot, sliding into you with a heavy thrust that makes the monitors on the desk rattle.

you cry out, the sound muffled by your own arm. he begins to move, his rhythm uneven. he hits your cervix with a blunt force that sends sparks through your vision.

every time he plunges in, there’s a wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting your backside. the friction is intense. you can feel him sliding back and forth.

“look at the screen” allen says. "look at the money. it’s all right there. millions. and you’re getting fucked while it sits there." he laughs like a lunatic.

he moans. a deep sound that doesn't match his awkward, nerdy frame.

he reaches around, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down hard. he grinds it in a circular motion as he continues to slam into you from behind.

the combination is overwhelming. you feel your muscles clench around him, your pussy pulsing in tight, rhythmic waves.

“you’re squeezing me so hard, baby” he pants.

he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. you feel the air being pushed out of you with every strike.

saliva strings from your mouth as you pant. the basement is filled with the sounds of your joined bodies, the slicking of fluid, the heavy thud of him hitting you, and the frantic clicking of a hard drive cooling down nearby.

he groans, his body tensing. he thrusts deep, burying himself into you , and stays there.

you feel the hot, thick cum hitting your back wall, wave after wave of it filling you up. you collapse forward, your forehead resting on a keyboard. a string of random characters fills the search bar on the screen.

allen stays inside you for a moment, his chest heaving against your back. then, without a word, he pulls out. the wet sound of him sliding out of you makes you shiver.

he doesn't touch you. he doesn't offer a hand. he simply turns away and starts zipping his pants back up.

the cold air hits your wet skin immediately. you feel the cum beginning to drip down your inner thigh, messy and sticky. you look back at him, expecting a look of regret or at least a lingering glance.

instead, allen walks over to a jacket hanging on the wall. he puts it on, his face back to its usual awkward, blank expression.

he looks at you one last time, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. a dark, knowing look that makes your blood run cold. he lets out a short, sharp laugh that echoes through the IKFC basement.

“do they know you've been playing for us this whole time?" he asks.

he doesn't wait for an answer. he turns and walks out the door with a genuine laugh “pathetic.”, leaving you shivering and exposed in the dark.

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: the allen fic is finally out!🥳 took me so long to write this but i really hope that it was worth it! thank you so much to the person requesting this, i hope i matched it well💓 if yall have any more requests, don’t hesitate to reach out to me🌸💗

৻ꪆ taglist: @d1seongjeglazer @coupsdomiwife

[theoswifey]

흔들어, booty, booty !

⌦ .｡.:*♡ k. jongseob x f! reader

: ̗̀➛ everybody knows it at this point. jongseob an ass man to his core, but only one person knows it the best.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: piv sex, oral f and m recieving, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, hair pulling, slight choking, dom seob (ineedthat), butt slapping, not proofread, pls dont kill me if theres mistakes </3

: ̗̀➛ wc: 2.015

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“thank you for carrying all the bags..” you say cheerfully, twisting the key to unlock the apartment door.

jongseob groans, walking in ahead of you and dropping the bags on the couch. “yeah yeah, youre welcome.” he whispers under his breath, turning back towards you.

he watches you walk to the kitchen, putting the leftover food you had from the mall into the microwave before grabbing your phone, leaning against the counter.

his eyes trail down your body, and land on the same spot theyve been on all day. your ass.

you just got new jeans, the flared ones with the jewels on the pockets. the ones that make your butt look fucking amazing. and theyre driving him crazy.

he sneaks up behind you, pulling his hand back and giving it another good smack. “ow! jongseob. i swear to god—” you start, spinning around ready to get on him for smacking your ass again. he’s already done it at least a thousand times.

but before you can finish, he’s pulling you in got a kiss. despite your shock, you kiss back, one of your hands moving to his neck before pulling away.

“what was that for?” you ask softly, and he shakes his head, leaning in again. “i cant kiss you?” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“well— you can. it was just out of no where.” he smiles, his arms wrapping around your waist, hands gripping your ass firmly. “i just wanted to kiss my girl.” he says.

you smile, and kiss him again, wrapping one arm around his neck, the other hand moving to his chest. his hands stay on your butt, groping your cheeks harshly.

you pull back with a laugh, his lips moving down your neck. “you tryin’ to pull my cheeks off my body or something?” you ask, making him giggle against your neck.

“hell no. i just…” he starts, both of his hands lifting up before coming back down on your ass. “you just look too good in these jeans. come on.” he says, grabbing your hand, leading you towards the room.

you follow him willingly, closing the foor behind you as the both of you enter. “youve been killing me. seriously. we have to burn these pants.” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs.

you stand in front of him, leaning down to kiss him, your hands cradling his face. he kisses you back, his hands sliding up your waist under your top, sneakily unhooking your bra.

“youre so sexy.” he says, leaning back, watching you take your shirt off and slide the bra off. you whisper a thank you before pushing him back on the bed, crawling on top of him.

his hands find their way back to your ass, guiding you to grind down on his dick. you let out soft moans, leaning down to kiss him. he removes his hands from your ass, letting you control your own movements as he starts to focus on your tits instead.

his fingers play with your nipples, pinching and pulling at them, drawing soft moans from your lips. “feel good?” he asks, sitting up and flipping you both over.

“mhm..” you hum back, watching him take his shirt off before you reach up and rub his skin. he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, before moving down your body.

he continues his kissing until he reaches the top of your jeans, pausing before pulling away, undoing the button. “as much as i love them..” he starts, pulling them down. “they gotta go.” he finishes, throwing them to the ground.

he settles back down, head between your legs, kissing around your thighs. “seob.. youre teasing.” you whine, opening your legs wider, scooting down the bed.

“i am. im gonna give you what you want, be patient.” he says, sitting up slightly to pull your panties to the side. “look at that, so wet for me.” he says, leaning in, giving a small lick to your clit.

you let out a soft sigh, your body immediately relaxing into the mattress. he continues to kitten lick at it, one hand holding your lips apart, the other planted on your thighs.

he gives you a few more licks before pulling away, removing your panties completely. once theyre off, he dives back in. instead of licking, he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking it harshly.

“fuck, seobie..” you moan, hands moving to grip his hair. “feel good?” he asks, pulling away to move some of his hair out the way.

“yeah, feels so good. dont stop.” he smiles up at you, as moves back and sticks his tongue inside your hole. he eats you out passionately, switching between making out with your clit while and fucking his tongue in your hole.

just as youre starting to feel yourself get close, he sticks two fingers inside, moving them in and out at a fast pace. “fuck!” you say, moaning loudly as you finish.

he gives a couple more licks before pulling away, moving back up to kiss you. “you taste good.” he murmurs. you smile into the kiss, sitting up slightly. “thank you.”

“of course, baby.” he says, sitting up. “wanna suck me off?” he asks, his hand moving to unbutton his jeans, moving to push them down. you nod, getting up and letting him lay down in the spot you were in, then settling between his legs.

you slide his boxers down his legs, moving to wrap your hand around the base. you dont tease him like he did you. instead, you go straight in, taking the tip into your mouth and sucking softly.

“fuck.. just like that, baby.” he whispers, his hand moving to remove some of the hair from your face. you suck him off slow, just how he likes, starting at the tip and moving down further with each bob of your head.

he lets out soft moans into the air, sitting up on his elbow to get a good look at you, his hand resting on top of your head. “take it deeper.” he says, pushing you down further.

you take as much as you can, trying not to gag as his tip hits the back of your throat. “good girl..” he says, his head falling back. his hand tightens his grip on your head, and he braces himself before he starts to thrust up into your mouth.

you gag every now and then, but by now youre trained enough to take it without needing to come up as much. you hollow your cheeks, sucking as much as you can while he fucks your throat. “fuck, yeah.. take it, baby.. feels so good.”

you moan around his cock, sending down his length, pushing him closer to the edge. “baby.. im gonna come.” he says, his head falling back again, moaning as he finishes in your mouth.

you pull away as soon as he releases your head, swallowing as much as you can, the rest dripping from your lips.

“so good for me, baby.” he says, sitting up against the headboard. “come here.” he says, patting his thighs. you crawl up the bed, straddling his lap. his hands move to slap your ass, giving you a small kiss before he leans back.

“turn around, ride me.” he says, reaching to grab a condom. you watch as he rips it open, rolling it down his length before he looks up at you. “what are you waiting on? turn around and do what i told you to do.”

you dont argue, you immediately turn around, planting your hands on the mattress between his leg, arching your back. you reach between your legs, grabbing ahold of him and lining him up with your hole.

he reaches down to help you, pushing his tip in before his hands move to your cheeks, pushing you down on him. “oh my god.. seob.” you whimper, your head dropping slightly.

“i know, baby. feel good?” he asks, and you nod, letting out soft moans as you slowly start to move. “feels so good..” you reply, one of your hands moving from the sheets to his leg, gripping it tightly.

you start slow, giving yourself time to get used to the feeling of the new position and how deep he is inside you. but after a bit, jongseob starts to get impatient. his hand comes up, a sharp slap landing on your ass. you moan loudly, your hips stilling for a moment.

“dont stop.” he says, slapping it again. “keep going. faster.” he demands. your hips immediately move faster, moving up and down on his dick. his tip hits that spot inside you with every thrust, and you can already feel yourself seeing stars.

“thats right, ride me just like that. dont stop.” he says, his eyes locked on the way your ass jiggles with each movement, how his dick disappears and reappears inside you. “good god, baby.. this ass.” he whispers, both hands coming down on your ass, gripping it to guide your movements.

your moans get louder, his hands making you go faster than you were before. “seob! fuck.. feels so good!” you scream out. jongseob lets out a groan, his hands stopping your movements.

you look back, confused as to why he stopped, but before you even get to ask, hes shifting you both into another position. he gets up on his knees, pushing your head down on the mattress, his hand lifting your hips up. he pushes back in quickly, and starts slamming into you harder.

“fuck! oh my god, dont stop!” you moan, your body jolting with each of his thrust. “yeah.. take this dick, baby.. feels good, yeah?” you don’t reply. you can barely even breathe let alone answer him.

he reaches down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking it, pulling your head up, making your moans louder. “answer me. it feel good baby?” you nod your head the best you can, your hand flying to grip your breast.

“so good! seobie, so fucking good.. im gonna come!” he lets out a soft moan in return, the way your pussy clenches around cock driving him crazy. his hand moves from your hair to wrap around your neck, gripping it tightly.

“oh!” you gasp out, your other hand moving to grab his wrist. “yeah? gonna come for me?” he asks, lips right against his ear, free hand reaching down to rub at your clit. “yes! yes, i—” you choke out, cutting yourself off as you finish around him.

he moans, burying his face in your neck to muffle his sounds as he stills his hips, finishing inside you. “fuck, baby..” he says quietly, releasing your throat and slowly lowering you back down on the bed.

he pulls out of you, his hand rubbing your ass cheek where a red spot remains from his slaps. “you did good, baby. feel okay?” he asks, and you nod, your breathing slowly calming down. “i feel okay.” you smile.

he nods, sliding off the bed and removing the condom and throwing it in the trash. he moves towards you, leaning down to give you a kiss on your shoulder. “come on. shower time.” he says, pulling you up.

“okay.” you say, standing up slowly, walking to the bathroom with him. you sit down on the toilet to pee, watching him start the shower.

“you okay? does your butt hurt?” he asks, and you giggle a bit, reaching for the toilet paper. “nah, its fine. ive learned to never ever wear those jeans around you.”

he smiles, his hand running through his hair. “unless youre okay with me fucking you in the mattress everytime, you probably shouldn’t.”

you smile, standing up and stepping in the shower, jongseob stepping in behind you. “that just makes me want to wear it more.” you say, your arms wrapping around his neck.

his hands move down your waist, kissing you softly. “freak..” he whispers against your lips, making you both giggle before he connects your lips again.

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: ̗̀➛ this lowkey took way longer than i wanted it to, and i highkey rushed the ending (per usual), but i still hope you enjoyed! i love u guys, pls tell me if u liked it. comments and reblogs are encouraged, makes me feel good <33

tags - @lilmiyavmiyav

[mysteryfem]

good day to own true religion jeans

[wonubug]

DIE FOR YOU ⭑

PAIRING: Roommate!Jongseob x CamGirl!Reader

SUMMARY: When you’re a cam girl and your viewers start demanding more intimacy so you find yourself in a tight spot… because the “boyfriend” they want to see doesn’t exist, and you might have to make one up.

WC: 2.1k words

DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] sex on stream, fingering, oral if you squint ok. (f receiving), porn with plot ish, meandom!jongseob, use of the nickname bunny haiiii, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), creampie ? :p choking, slapping, and uhhhh. guys idk this is my smut debut.

The glow of your laptop screen casted flickering shadows on the walls of your bedroom as you paced back and forth. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the recent week of your exclusive content, and you were slightly panicking.

As Bunny, your secret camgirl persona, you'd built a loyal following over the past year — thousands of viewers who tuned in for your teasing dances, solo toy play, and whispered dirty talk.

But the other night, you made a huge mistake. In a moment of overconfidence during one of your streams, you'd promised something bigger which entailed a live sex stream with the “boyfriend” you spoke so highly of.

The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.

And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.

But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.

The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.

He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.

But this? This was insane.

Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…

You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.

“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.

“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.

“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.

He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.

His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.

“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.

“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”

He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”

Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…

Really?

“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.

He was so easily … up for it???

Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.

The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.

You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.

At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.

Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.

His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.

The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.

The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.

Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.

“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.

You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.

Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.

user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦

user12: sexy🐰🐰🐰🐰

user90: Missed your tits sweetheart

user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘

user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆

“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.

“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.

user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍

user77: Mmm do it again

user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘

user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard 💦

As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.

Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.

His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.

“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.

He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.

'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.

“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.

You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.

Money hungry freak.

You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.

“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.

His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.

The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.

He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.

He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.

Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.

Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.

He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.

Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.

“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.

“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.

The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.

“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.

You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs. 

He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.

Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.

He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.

💌 mika’s message! THIS IS MY SMUT DEBUT SO BE KIND TO ME OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE IM SCARED. IF YOU HATE IT CAN YOU PRETEND YOU LIKE IT. Ok anyways sorry this was also a drabble from my Notes that i decided to finish but truthfully!!! this was inspired by another smut i read a few months ago im ngl. So. Take that as u will too thanks. ok i gtg Im scared I GOTTA GO. WE HAVE TO GO.

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[mysteryfem]

BRING ME THERE BRING ME THERE

[sillyseob]

everyones talking about jongseob’s amnesia preformance (trust me i’m on my KNEES) but no one’s talking about soul in a dollar store bob wig and a neon pink suit

[mysteryfem]

i like them a little weird anyway or in souls case 💯 weird! 😊

[jiuchip]

ᯓ NEW STUDS? — c. jiung (18+)

℘ — jiung (지웅) x reader ⌜ 0.5k ⌟

synopsis — jiung gets new nipple piercings. it’s like he wants your tongue on them.

an — look, @ericlvr got in my head. this wasn’t even supposed to be anything. not proofread!

You’re not sure why Jiung has gotten so shy about being shirtless lately. Even during the heatwave when the other members have abandoned their layers (not enough to be totally indecent) so they can continue dance practice without dying, Jiung let himself sweat through his black shirt. Even when you’d gone to the pool with a few of the others, he refused to go shirtless claiming he’d get too cold. 

You called bullshit. He’s always flaunting his tattoos in your face, knowing how much they have an effect on you. 

But it all clicks when he steps out of the shower of your hotel room, all but a towel around his waist as he ruffles dry his hair with another. And you see them. 

Two metal bars glinting under the dim light. On his nipples. 

You drop your shampoo. 

“Fuck, Jiung.”

You’re not even embarrassed by how breathless you sound. 

Jiung has the nerve to stand there and stare at you, wide eyed like he’s the baffled one. “What?”

Your legs are carrying you across the floor and suddenly, you’re standing right across Jiung and his newly pierced nipples. 

“Are those new?” You ask dumbly, knowing damn well you are. 

He blinks, cheeks tinging a light pink. “Y-Yeah they are. Why?”

Why. You swallow down everything you want to say. Your hand twitches at your side. 

“They… look good,” is what you settle on, your voice nothing but a mumble. 

When you glance up at him, you’re taken aback to find him just staring at you, eyes glossed over. 

You meet his eye, your hand raising slowly. 

“Are they sensitive?”

Your voice lands as a whisper in the air that’s suddenly charged between you. 

When he doesn’t flinch away, step back, you let your fingers brush against the warm, damp skin at the bottom of his ribs. 

“Yes,” he breathes, Adam’s apple working around a rough swallow. “A-A little.”

You wet your lips with your tongue, gaze dropping back to the dark peaks, pebbled under the cold air. The silver glints at you, beckoning. 

Your fingers graze up the expanse of his inked chest, light and fleeting before they settle again. You relish in the shuddered breath that wracks through his chest, subtle but entirely telling. 

You press your thumb under the dark skin, lips twitching at the soft hiss he lets out. 

“Just a little?” You ask, the wolfish grin on your lips doing nothing to ease the red climbing up his body. 

“It’s—well, if you do that—ah!” He cuts off with a soft whimper, hands catching onto your hips as his head drops, body shuddering through the sudden sensations. 

You circle your thumb over the rough skin, slow and gently around the bar. Each pass makes his body twitch, little helpless noises stumble from his lips. 

It makes you want.

You lean in slowly, catching his dazed eye. “May I?”

He gives you a nod, a minuscule twitch of his head. 

The metal feels cold on your tongue. His skin is anything but. 

He whines, clear and unabashed as he slumps against the wall behind him. 

You lave your tongue on it, around it, pulling it between your lips. And Jiung falls apart from it, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks ruddy, skin sweaty. 

Some part of you wonders if the shower in his hotel room had really stopped working. 

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© jiuchip

[mysteryfem]

i want a taste 😢

[jiungbbl]

keeho texts ‎ꫂ᭪݁

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⌗ suggestive, est. relationship, humour, jealousy, sex talk.

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jiungbbl

[mysteryfem]

YOU BITCHES ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[xoxiaojun]

MISMATCH ★ piwon

𑁤 telling p1harmony members you found them on tinder .

💌 ot6 x 𝑔𝑛 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ´ ᯅ ` smau ❤︎ ⓘ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌..? 𝗂’𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 , established relationship

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

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

[mysteryfem]

JONAEOBS IS FRYING TF OUTTA MEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[xoxiaojun]

can i cream on you 🥺

[mysteryfem]

pls do

[xoxiaojun]

MISMATCH ★ piwon

𑁤 telling p1harmony members you found them on tinder .

💌 ot6 x 𝑔𝑛 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ´ ᯅ ` smau ❤︎ ⓘ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌..? 𝗂’𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 , established relationship

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

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

[mysteryfem]

JONAEOBS IS FRYING TF OUTTA MEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[jiuchip]

ᯓ WAIT, I CAN MAKE YOU CUM TOO — OT6

℘ — p1harmony ot6 x reader    ▸   ⌜ 10.3k ⌟

synopsis ▸ ever since that night, the boys have been nothing but generous to you. so much so that you think it’s about time you give back to them, but of course, they (jiung) have to make things difficult for you: you can’t cum without making them all cum first. what starts as a simple challenge devolves into pure debauchery, and the night falls quickly out of hand. your hand, at least.

δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, gangbang, meandom!hyung line, switch!maknae line, oral (m. rec), handjob, reverse cowgirl, face fucking, fingering, double penetration, anal, degradation, name calling, dirty talk, rough handling, just a whole lotta filth

ᯓ an — the long awaited sequel to wait, he’s never made you cum before? hopefully it lives up to its predecessor… but this is my gift to you for 2k followers!! still in disbelief, but so so grateful for you all <3 enjoy!

MASTERLIST

In hindsight, leaving your phone unlocked in that den of boundless wolves was a terrible idea, especially with what you left open and forgotten in your search tab in your late night delirium of morbid curiosity. 

But the popcorn was running low and everyone else was too hung up on their pointless argument of the day, so could you really blame it on them when you walk back out to the living room to see them hovered over Intak who had taken your phone to fact check the hot actress’s name?

Yes, but it’s no less mortifying. 

They stare at the screen, jaws agape, some faces (Keeho, Taeyang) beyond amused and some faces (Jiung, Jongseob) beyond red. 

And you have a hankering for exactly what they’re looking at. 

“What,” you start, slow and sharp. “The fuck,” their eyes snap up to you in unison, wide and glittering. “Are you doing?”

It’s silent. 

Until,

“I don’t know, noona,” Intak starts with a wide beam on his face, the apples of his cheeks tinged pink. “Why are you searching up how to give a blowjob?”

The popcorn bowl in your hand clatters to the kitchen counter as you immediately make way to lunge at him. 

But a body intercepts you, catching you around the waist and spinning you away from Intak’s shrieking self. 

“Shota, let me at him!” You yelp, thrashing in his grasp. “Give me back my phone!”

There’s commotion behind you as you continue to struggle in Shota’s iron grip, voices overhauling each other to fight for the phone. 

“Wait, there’s another tab!” You hear Keeho yell, sounding positively overjoyed. “How to please your man in six—”

“Stop!” You cry, thrashing even harder. Your body burns, your head feels dizzy, and you feel like you might actually throw up from embarrassment. 

Shota, sensing your distress, has the decency to let you go. 

You immediately bolt to where Keeho’s sitting on the floor beside Intak, snatching the phone from his grasp before he can even react. 

He jumps back when you do, startled by your speed. “Wait, I wanna see—“

“You,” you snap, ignoring him completely to glare at Intak. You’re seething, breathing heavy, and looking surely vaguely deranged. “Do you have no manners? What makes you think you can just take people's phones?!”

Intak gapes at you, jaw working around empty words as he struggles to defend himself. “I-I just wanted to search up if that was really her—“

“You idiot, I don’t care if—“ You immediately cut yourself when you see his eyes start to glimmer with tears, blinking in an attempt to push them back with no avail. “Okay, that’s not fair, you can’t just cry your way out of every problem.”

He grins then, expression switching in a split second. “Can I kiss my way out of it then?”

Your sputter, Jongseob cutting in before you can. “Please,” he scoffs, roughly shoving Intak’s arm. “Like you haven’t been doing enough kissing.”

Your cheeks flush, mind flitting back to all those mornings that Intak had made you burn your eggs while he kept you distracted with his head between your thighs. It was a lot more than kissing…

“Not enough with how you and Shota are always hogging her,” Intak immediately retorts, shoving him back. 

Memories of morning indulgences fade into late nights in Shota’s chair with Jongseob on the line over a forgotten game, and more late nights in Jongseob’s lap to “keep him warm” while he finishes a round or two. 

“You three are equally terrible,” Keeho cuts in while Shota snickers in the back, then adds under his breath, “Selfish brats.”

He’s not wrong. With how often the younger three steal you away, you rarely get more than a few indulgent kisses with Keeho. 

“We’re getting off topic,” Taeyang, ever the mediator, pipes in. He’s still smirking from where he’s sat on the couch behind Intak, watching you with slitted, mischievous little eyes. “Care to explain?”

Your defenses crawl up your skin, as they always do whenever Taeyang is in the picture. As far as intimacies go since that night two weeks ago, you haven’t shared much with him save for some teasing touches and lingering looks that make you wonder just why he hasn’t initiated anything more like the others. 

Well, like the others except Jiung, the only one who seems to be actively avoiding you. Your eyes glance at him without your permission. He’s tucked himself away to the farthest corner of the big couch, his gaze stuck down to where he picks at his nail. 

You ignore the sting in your chest—whatever, you’re not that greedy.

“If you must know,” you relent with a huff, turning your narrowed eyes back to Taeyang. The only way to fight his can’t-be-damned demeanour is with one of your own. “I just wanted to learn how to repay you guys.”

“Repay?” Shota asks with a blink and a tilt of his head from where he stands.

You shrug your shoulders, dropping onto the bean bag across from where the others are loosely huddled. “You guys have been… giving a lot,” you say for lack of better wording. “And I don’t want to just take and not give forever.”

The grin that grows on Keeho’s lips is smug and a little fond. “Aw, but I like taking care of my princess,” he teases with just a hint of condescension. “You know we like taking care of you.”

The admission is honest. And it makes something warm pool in your belly that’s not just arousal. 

“I know,” you mumble, shuffling to sit up straighter. “But my point still stands. I want to be able to make you guys cum too.”

There’s a pause that settles as they take in your admission, so earnest, leaving you squirming a little in your chair. You think you hear a hitched breath here or there. 

“Yeah?” Intak breathes out eventually, eyes wide and eager as he watches you. “Show us what you learned then,” he says, ever so eager. “From your research.”

Your eyes snap wide open as you peer around the room, keeping your gaze away from the corner. “Here? Now?”

“Is there a better time?” Taeyang asks. He’s leaned back on his elbows, head tilted slightly so that his hair is wisped over his face in a stupidly attractive way. 

You almost glare at him. “I suppose not…”

“Don’t be nervous,” Keeho coos, then starts giggling at his own joke before he even voices it. “Even if we’re not easy it's not like you have to worry about making Jiung cum.”

Your stomach lurches when Jiung’s head snaps up to look at Keeho (and thankfully not you). “What happened last time wasn’t my fault!”

“Oh, then whose was it?”

“It was T—“ He stops himself, seeming to think better as his ears turn pink. He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t get a proper chance last time.”

“Well, have you tried to redeem yourself yet?” Keeho asks with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning over Taeyang’s lap to poke at Jiung. 

Jiung pushes himself farther away while swatting at his hand, refusing to look anyone in the eye. “I—That’s not—“

Taeyang snickers, watching Jiung with an equally amused grin. “Embarrassed?” 

They’re scary together, Keeho and Taeyang. You wonder just how much they would push Jiung, how much they have in the past. 

Jiung’s face turns fire red, and it makes you giggle. 

His eyes snap to you, and you purse your lips together, quickly averting your gaze. 

You can see him narrow his eyes at you from your peripheral. “I don’t think you should be laughing,” he says sharply, and it draws your gaze back to him, lips parting in shock. 

“Excuse me?”

There’s a shift in his gaze. You hate to admit how his gaze makes your skin prickle, like being simply acknowledged by him is what your body’s been craving. Gone is the fidgety, nervous mess that Jiung is whenever he would get near you after that fateful night. Before you is the Jiung who’d commanded you with just his voice, the one who’d made you nearly cum on just the sound alone. 

“How about you try it? You wanna make us cum?” He asks, and something about the way his eyes sharpen, the way his voice lowers, it makes you inclined to obey his every word. “Don’t cum without making us finish first. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”

It lights something in your chest, something hot and vengeful. You meet his narrowed eyes with your own. Jiung’s known to be stubborn but you’re no better, especially in the face of a challenge. 

“Does everything have to be a game with you people?” You scoff, though you’re already tracing him over, willing yourself to recall every one of his weak spots. 

Jiung notices, and places the pillow in his lap aside, like he’s giving you free reign to try. It makes you want to claw at him. 

“Didn’t you have a good time last time?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts to sit closer to the edge of the couch, parting his legs almost in invitation. “Come on. Show us what you learned from your research.”

The way he says ‘research’ with a hint of condescension to his voice makes your head burn with the need to shut him the fuck up. It also makes the space between your legs burn, but you don’t concern yourself with that. 

Six pairs of eyes watch you as you rise to your feet and make your way to Jiung. It almost feels like that night, with you all exposed and vulnerable for the taking, except entirely different because now it’s not just one on one, or three on one. 

You barely survived the last time, and if this leads to anything like that… you can’t imagine how you’ll survive this time. Especially now that you can’t come.

You drop to your knees in the space between his legs, your eyes locked onto his heated ones. They’re dark, almost entirely swallowed by his pupils as he watches you. 

No one says a word as they watch you watch each other. Almost like they’re waiting in bated breath, unsure of who might lash out first. 

“And if I win?” You ask, resting your hands on his knees, a light touch that makes his legs give a minuscule twitch. “What do I get?”

He huffs out a tiny laugh, short and breathy as he reaches to card his hand through your hair, pushing the tresses back and nudging you closer with his hand on the back of your head. “As if you don’t have enough?” He clicks his tongue. “I didn’t take you for being greedy.”

But you don’t give to his push, your lips pulling up when his brows pinch together at your disobedience. “And I didn’t take you for being a pussy.” 

He scowls at you, but you cut in before he can retort. 

“It’s only fair.” You slide your hands slowly up the expanse of his thighs, his muscles tensing under the heat of your palms. You preen internally, at how you have him under the control of your touch this time. Is this what gives Taeyang his giant ego? “Reward and punishment, isn’t it?”

“She’s got a point,” says the devil, Taeyang, himself. He’s not too far now, moved closer to Jiung on the couch. 

Jiung works his jaw, his fingers gripping down and digging into your skull. “We can make you cum however you want. Your pick.” 

The prospect makes you smile. “I can work with that.”

“Good. Now are you gonna shut up and—“ He cuts off with a hiss, head tilting back when you cup your hand over the strained tent in his lap and firmly knead down. 

It’s a nice feeling under your palm, not entirely unfamiliar as Intak had guided your hand clumsily over himself during one of your quick chases for relief, but it’s never been anything exploratory. 

You shift your hand, finding the thick length of his shaft, and slowly drag a tight hand along it over the fabric of his pants. 

Jiung grits back a choked groan, his hips bucking up to chase the touch. 

“So sensitive,” you coo without thought, but you don’t get to savor it before he’s shoving your hand off of him and reaching for his waistband. 

“Don’t stall,” he says, pushing down his sweats and his boxers down to his thighs. You’re reunited with the sight of his cock, half hard as he takes it into his hand and gives it a firm tug. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, at the pearly drops gathered at his flushed tip. “C’mon.” He puts his hand on the back of your head again, urging you forward. “Show me what you learned.”

You could fight back. Or you could just make him weep. 

So you give under his pull this time, bracing your hands in his thighs once more, and rise up on your knees to take him into your mouth. 

Your lips wrap snug around his tip, the musky taste of him bursting on your tongue at the first swipe along his slit.

You hum at the unfamiliar taste, following your instinct to give it a suck to taste more of him on your tongue. 

Jiung’s fingers tighten in your hair, digging down to push you. 

You give under the push, sinking down to take more of his length. The intrusion is foreign and makes your throat clench when his tip brushes the back of your mouth, but the details from the article you’d read just last night flit back to you. 

You breathe in deep through your nose and let your muscles relax around him, and only then do you push to take just a bit more. 

It’s too much. Your throat clenches around him uncomfortably and you pull off immediately, coughing into your arm. 

Keeho somehow appears on your left (he must have moved at some point from Taeyang’s side) and reaches to brush your hair back. 

“She’s so eager,” he teases, almost obligatory, because then he’s wrapping a gentle hand under your jaw and guiding you back to Jiung’s cock. “Don’t take too much too quick.”

“We shouldn’t be allowed to help,” you hear Taeyang mumble. 

You flush under the careful watch, wrapping your hand around Jiung’s base as Keeho guides you to take Jiung back in your mouth regardless of what Taeyang says. 

“You’re just a bitch Tae,” Keeho says distantly, too focused on the way your lips stretch around Jiung, who’s already starting to look a little too affected so early on. “She went through all that trouble of learning, best we can do is guide her through it. Isn’t it, princess?” He hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the apple of your heated cheek. He revels in the little whimper you let out, his own cock stirring in his jeans as he lets his hand join Jiung’s to push you down a little further. “You’re gonna take all our cocks aren’t you?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling at the choked sound you give. “Gonna make us all cum like our good little whore?”

He wants to push you more, but he gets yanked back by Jiung’s hand on the back of his collar. 

“Stop interrupting her,” he snaps, shooting him a nasty side glare before turning back to watch you as you slide up to suckle at his tip. 

Keeho rolls his eyes but relents, settling to palm himself through his jeans. He can be patient. For now.

But all of that noise goes over your head, because you’re too caught up in the heady taste of Jiung on your tongue. 

His hand stays a steady presence in your hair, not quite pushing anymore, but there to remind you that he will if he needs to. 

But he doesn’t need to, not when you start a steady pace of sinking down to take half his length then slip up and work the gummy head with your tongue while your hand works whatever you can’t fit in your mouth.

It’s clumsy at first, exploring and learning, but your movements become sharper by the second. The sounds are lewd, wet and filthy, mingling among the heavy breaths here and there not just from you. 

You glance up to see Jiung’s blown eyes steadfast on you, his cheeks flushed, his brows pinched and lips slightly bitten. He’s breathing heavily, a sure sign that you’re doing something right. 

The sight of him shoots electric heat right to your core, where you can feel yourself dampening by the second. Your thighs are pressed together to quell some of that helpless desire, but it’s not enough. Whatever, it’s not like you can do much about that anyway—you’re not sure you can handle one of Taeyang’s punishments if he deems you worthy of one for failing Jiung’s challenge. 

The state that Jiung was left in that night… you don’t think you’d survive.

You look up at him again. He’s got his head tilted back, lips parted as he pants. Your clit gives a pathetic throb—what you’d do to get him in that state yourself. Maybe you really are starting to understand Taeyang. 

Taeyang, who’s sitting at your right and palming himself through his sweats. He notices that you’re peering up through your lashes, of course he does, and gives you a lazy, smug little smile. 

But you don’t pay it any mind, your eyes locking onto the thick bulge straining the fabric. 

Your mouth slows down on Jiung, opting to stay and suckle at the tip as if you’re almost entranced by the sight of Taeyang’s hand wrapped over himself, pulsing down to relieve himself. Your hand gives an involuntary twitch. 

Jiung’s hips buck up, his tip poking up into the side of your cheek and nearly grazing against your teeth.

“Come on,” he whispers under his breath impatiently, and it spurs you back. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking tightly around his cock as you slide down and up, and Jiung lets out a satisfied groan over you. 

“There you go,” he sighs, nails gently grazing into your scalp. “Good…”

It makes you whimper around him, the sound making him buck up into your mouth again. You can’t really tell if he’s getting close just yet, but you know you’re winding him up to it. Maybe you just need to double your efforts. 

But you can’t, because Taeyang takes the hand you have holding onto Jiung’s knee and places it right over his own erection. 

Your hand twitches at the sudden feel of him, your mouth faltering again, eyes snapping to the side to watch as Taeyang kneads your hand down with the guide of his own hand splayed over yours. 

He’s hot under your hand even through the fabric, thick and pulsing and impossibly hard. You’d nearly forgotten just how big he is. 

Without thinking, you reach up to his waistband and tug down. 

Taeyang smirks, lifting his hips to shuck his sweats and boxers down, letting himself spring free as he settles to sit closer, almost flush against Jiung’s side.  

Jiung doesn’t protest, can’t really when you eagerly grasp Taeyang in your hand. He can’t be that greedy when he’s given you such a long task. And he doesn’t quite hate the pained hiss Taeyang lets out when you drag your fist up his cock, the touch too dry to be pleasurable. 

But Jiung does hate it when you move off of him to reach over and take Taeyang’s cock into your mouth. He also hates that his dick twitches at the sight of your lips stretched around the thick girth as you struggle to take him in and slick him up with your tongue. 

Taeyang’s hand twitches at his side but before he can get his grubby hands on you, Jiung pulls you off of him with his hand back in your hair and not so gently pulls you back to himself. Fuck not being greedy, he is. For you he is, and he’s been watching the others have their fill of you for the past few weeks while all he did was watch from a distance and wallow at his own pathetic self. 

“Jesus,” Taeyang scoffs at his side, but Jiung can’t bring himself to care as he feeds you his cock again, sighing at the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. “Didn’t take you for a pusher, Jiungie.”

Jiung scowls at the nickname, gripping down on your hair when you sink further, enough to have him hitting the back of your throat with each bob of your head. He shudders at the sensitivity. 

“Tired of not getting what I want,” he muttered passively, blinking back the haze that’s starting to cloud his vision. 

Taeyang lets out a pleased groan, and Jiung glances over to see that you’re working him with your fist at the same pace you’re working your mouth. 

He watches as Taeyang’s face twitches each time you pass over your tip, twisting your hand around it with each upstroke. Whatever article you’d read on that must have been good. Or you’re just a natural. 

Whatever it is, Jiung feels a twisted sense of pleasure fester in his chest at Taeyang being so affected by so little. 

“Sensitive?” Jiung asks, not bothering to mask the condescension dripping from his tone. 

Taeyang opens his fluttering eyes and laughs breathily, looking down at where Jiung is starting to subconsciously buck his hips up to meet your mouth. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Taeyang says, brows pinching and teeth gritting when your hand starts to pick up the pace. “Close?”

Jiung doesn’t know what it is that sets off that competitive fire in him, but he thinks that somehow, cumming first would mean losing to Taeyang. And he can’t allow that to happen. Again.

“Not even,” he lies, willing that heat in his gut to loosen. But it’s there and it’s insistent with each swirl of your tongue over his cock, with each little suckle you give his tip every time you drag up. 

“Good. Me neither,” Taeyang says, and Jiung knows it’s a lie too. 

But you don’t notice, far too busy with the cock in your mouth and the other one in your hand. It’s difficult to coordinate with just them, but it becomes infinitely more so when someone settles behind you, lifts your hips, and starts grinding their hard-on against your clothed cunt. 

You moan at the sharp pleasure that bursts through your body. The groan behind you lets you know it’s Intak, and you’re not surprised in the least. 

You are, though, a little miffed when he starts a steady pace rutting into you, distracting you with the heady heat that climbs through your body with his dick slotted right between your aching folds. 

You lose track of both Jiung and Taeyang, your body honed in on the pressure that your body’s been craving for so long. 

And it makes Taeyang impatient, because he reaches over to dig his hand in your hair and starts to guide your head on Jiung with unabashed force. 

Your confused hum gets lost on Jiung as he moans, his hips starting to twitch and tremble under you. 

Another hand wraps around yours on Taeyang’s cock, bigger and rougher than Taeyang’s, and starts to guide your hand at a quicker pace, but with the mess of everything you can’t really care. 

So you shut your eyes and focus, trying to ignore as Intak ruts against you, and hone your efforts. 

It’s enough damage to Taeyang, who knows he’s probably fighting a losing battle because with your hand and Jiung’s hand working his cock, he knows he’s bound to not last. 

And when Jiung sets his mind to something, he’s usually not one to back down (save for some of his more… vulnerable moments). 

But he tries anyway, pushing your head down in Jiung’s lap and forcing you to take him down to the hilt. He only feels a little bad as you gag and sputter around it, but he’s not too guilty when Jiung lets out a choked moan and bows up off the couch. 

But he’s annoying, and he doesn’t cum yet, just spurs his hand over yours to move quicker on Taeyang. 

“You’re a fucking cheat,” Jiung gasps, pushing Taeyang’s hand off to give you some reprieve as you pant and recover. But you don’t waste time, taking Jiung right back down your throat. 

Taeyang’s retort dies on his tongue when Jiung guides your hand to give short, quick strokes at his sensitive tip. He curses as he pulses under the grip, digging his hand into the cushion. 

“You’re just bitter you lost,” he says anyway through his choked grunts. 

His body writhes under the sensation, gasping when your hand twists around the head of his cock before tightly sinking down. His hips start to buck up with a mind of their own, his eyes rolling back when your hand starts those tight, mind numbing strokes along his tip again. 

“You’re a… fuck…” he tries to speaking, but you’re fucking the words out of his head when you move your hand even quicker. “You’re just a s-sore fucking los-er—nngh!” 

Taeyang’s body tenses up off the couch, his head thrown back as he gasps for breath, holding on to the last thread of his control. 

But it snaps when Jiung leans in, whispering into Taeyang’s ear, breath fanning hot against his already heated skin. “Yeah? Then why are you about to cum?”

Taeyang cums with a ragged yell, spurting hot, thick ropes over your rapid hand. Jiung watches his body writhe through his orgasm—and something about the way he moans and whimpers, the way he trembles and twitches under your hand, the way his plush lips part for air, it does Jiung in. 

He curses, grabs your jaw and slides his cock back into your mouth (you’d popped off to focus on milking Taeyang for all he’s worth), and starts to ruthlessly fuck his cock up into your open, pliant mouth. 

He gasps as his orgasm builds, crashing over as he starts to shove his cock deep into your throat uncaring for the way your gag around him. And he seats himself in deep, grinding up into your face as he spills down your throat with a guttural groan, his entire body trembling through the overwhelming crash. 

You start to push at him eventually, and he lets go amidst his daze, his body going liquid into the cushions as you cough his release back over him. 

You’re pretty sure you’re seeing stars, your head spinning and mind reeling all at once. It’s only the insistent pressure of Intak still needily rutting against you that tethers you to reality. 

You don’t really get to recover, because Intak’s arms wind around you from behind and pull you to his chest, seating you on his lap over his needy arousal. 

His breath is hot and damp against your ear. “Can I eat you out?”

You nearly laugh through your daze at just how addicted he is to living with his head between your thighs. But that’s not what tonight is for. 

“No,” you say, reaching back to scratch affectionately into his hair with a pointed grind down on his cock that has him grunting.

You press your lips lazily to his cheek, Jiung’s cum smearing over his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all as he turns to you and licks it off your lip before kissing you half heartedly, his mind too caught up in grinding against you. 

“Gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumble into the kiss, lifting off of him. 

He lets out a little whine when you disconnect, only settling when he sees you just stripping yourself of your layers. You hear him hastily pull his own clothes too before pulling you in and slotting cock against your ass. 

You gasp as he starts rocking you down, panting into your ear. “Don’t care, just wanna fuck you,” he whines. 

You click your tongue, moving to raise off of him but his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right back down. 

“Please, noona, just sit on my cock,” he pleads. 

You feel him against the swell of your ass, hard and pulsing with need, practically begging you to.

“You better listen.” 

Keeho’s voice pulls your attention to him as he raises from where he was sitting, his dick sitting long and pretty in his hand as he works it. 

You watch as he closes in on you, stopping to stand right in front of you. He strokes himself slowly as he peers down at you with lust ridden eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. 

“If he gets impatient enough he’ll just take what he wants,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. He taps the head of his cock against your lip, smearing the wetness, but something tells you not to do anything without his direct command. “But you’re no stranger to that.”

“No,” you say, letting your breath brush over him. You fight a smile when you see him twitch in his hand. “Have you been watching us, Kyo?”

His smug expression falters for just a second before it livens back into a nearly wicked grin. “Maybe I have,” he says calmly, then hooks the head of his cock against the corner of your lips and pulls, popping out before he digs back in just to push against your teeth. 

You still don’t open. 

His brows twitch, a flicker of irritation that makes you smile. 

But not for long; because then Intak bristles under you, seeming to have had enough. He just wraps one arm around you and hoists you up, his other hand guiding his cock against your sopping cunt. 

You gasp at the blunt pressure, at the sheer size of him as he messily seeks out your hole. You’ve never actually taken him before, only seen him once, and you’re quickly reminded of his size, just shy of Taeyang’s. 

“W-Wait,” you try to say, but Intak ignores you completely. You gasp when he hooks against your entrance and pushes at the same time he pulls you down. 

The stretch as he pierces into you is devastating. Your mouth falls open in a loud cry, your walls clamping down and protesting at the sudden intrusion. 

And Keeho takes the opportunity to bully his cock into your mouth, sheathing himself in to the hilt and making you gag. 

It’s all encompassing, the feeling of being full from everywhere. Your head gets dizzier the longer Keeho keeps himself buried down your throat, cutting off all your oxygen as he keeps you pressed to his naval with a rough hand in your hair. Intak ruts himself even deeper and holds there, panting and whining at the tightness around his needy cock. 

You think you might pass out. 

But then Keeho pulls out completely, squeezing down at his base to stave off his quickly rising orgasm. The look on your face almost did him in, cross eyed and empty headed, purely blissed out. 

You cough, gasping for air as you try to recover, but Keeho doesn’t feel like being too nice tonight. 

“Open,” he says, and his dick jumps at how quickly you let your mouth fall open at his command. 

He grins, stroking his fingers gently in your hair as he holds you in place. “Good bunny,” he whispers, then starts to fuck himself into your warm, pliant mouth. 

You take it so well, humming softly around him with each stroke, gagging just a little each time he brushes against the back of your throat. The pace is languid, merciful for now.

Your eyes flutter closed, lost at the taste of him, at the feeling. But Intak looks like he’s about to burst into tears under you. 

He has to tap your cheek to gain your attention again, and when you blink your hazy eyes open, he places his hand under your jaw to lift you a little. 

“Come on, don’t forget about Takki.” 

Realization flits through the daze in your eyes, and you follow his pull to rise to your knees, bracing your hands against his sturdy thighs, nails digging into the rough denim. 

Slowly, you rise, and Keeho watches as Intak’s eyes roll back, as his body slumps back onto the seat of the couch behind him. 

And when you sink back down, slow and like it takes you a great deal of effort to impale yourself on his cock again, Keeho’s pretty sure Intak is gone. 

He just laughs at the sight, biting back a comment about how pathetic you both look, and lets you set the pace and adjust to his size. 

Soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with ease, moaning around Keeho like a wanton whore as you chase the burning pleasure which each slam of your hips down on his. Your mission remains a weary thing in the recesses of your mind—you can’t cum without making them cum first. 

But it’s becoming more and more difficult by the second to heed to it, because with Intak filling you up, the ridges of his cock stroking every inch of your gummy walls so nicely, all your body wants to do is fuck until you can’t anymore. 

And you nearly get lost in that feeling, nearly let yourself chase that release. 

Until Keeho grips down on your hair and starts to pound his cock into your mouth, uncaring for the way it makes you gag each time he breaches your throat. 

“Fuck,” he hisses above you, his gut coiling at the sight of tears brimming your eyes. But you don’t protest, dutifully taking it as he ruins your throat while you keep fucking yourself down on Intak, though you get clumsier by the second. 

Intak is just a mess—moaning and writhing about how noona feels so good, gonna make him cum—he won’t even bother with that. 

Keeho’s too focused on you fucking yourself dumb, letting yourself be used like this. 

“You’re a fucking cockslut,” he laughs, voice breathy and ragged through his moans. He tightens his grasp on your jaw, digging his thumb into your cheek to feel himself through the barrier. “Bet you’re close from this, aren’t you?”

You nod on him, whining when he stops to rub his tip down on your tongue. 

“Yeah? You get off on being used like a cocksleeve?”

Your body gives a quick jerk, like the words were a physical thing threatening to pull your orgasm out of you. It makes his cock pulse dangerously against your tongue. 

He grits his teeth, cursing before he starts slamming back into your throat, his pace unforgiving. “Just made for this,” he gasps, the coil in his gut tightening each time you gag on him. You’ve stopping moving on Intak, and Intak starts whining under you, trying to fuck him self up and jerking your body with the movements, but Keeho doesn’t care. 

He continues to selfishly chase his orgasm, uncaring for the way you’re convulsing around him. You keep taking it, not pushing, not pulling, just taking. 

And it ruins Keeho. He pulls out completely with a pained grunt, fisting himself frantically to completion, holding you in place by the jaw as you gasp and cough and squirm. Thick ropes of his cum spurt out as he finishes with a low grunt, painting your face in pearly white streaks. 

Your mouth opens subconsciously, trying to catch his release, and Keeho groans, his cock giving another pathetic little kick at the sight. He indulges you, pushing his tip down on your tongue to smear the rest of his release before pulling back. 

You hum at the taste, your body nearly giving out, until Intak, who’s had just about enough, lifts you up and pushes you down onto all fours. 

You yelp, scrambling to catch yourself on your hands but Intak pushes you down with a hand between your shoulderblades, arching your ass up to meet his hips where he still remains buried inside you. 

“Sorry, noona,” he heaves. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Then he starts to piston into you with no restraint, punching your breaths effectively out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. It hurts with how rough he is, but it burns so good that he rapidly drives not only himself to his orgasm, but yours too. 

Alarms blare in your head, and you scramble to push him back but it’s a useless attempt. 

“T-Tak, no, ‘m gonna—“

He doesn’t care, holding your hips with both hands, bracing one foot down on the floor so he can pummel into you even harder. 

“Can’t stop,” he pants, barely sane as he chases the frantic heat. “C-Can’t stop, noona, need t’cum in y—fuck!”

His orgasm barrels through him unannounced and he fucks it out in you, babbling for you to take it. 

It nearly pushes you over. But you’re practically ripped away from him, you cunt empty and clenching around nothing but warm cum, as the world spins around before you’re dumped somewhere. 

That somewhere happens to be Shota on the love seat, completely bare of clothes as he wastes no time to shove his hard cock into you. 

You whine, writhing in his hold at the sudden stretch, though it’s not completely unwelcome. 

“No, stop,” Shota pleads, tightening his strong arms around you. “Stay, I’m so hard.”

“Yeah, noona,” sounds a silky voice from behind you, teasing and light as another wall of warmth hovers at your back. “Stay. Or Shota might cry from not getting his dick wet.”

Shota huffs, rutting up into you. “Shut up, Seobie, just get to work.”

You whine as Shota digs much deeper into you. He’s slimmer than Intak, but longer in a way that makes your toes curl. 

“Pushy,” Jongseob chuckles, pressing a warm kiss to your shoulder before he shifts. 

Your mind drifts immediately, too far removed from whatever Jongseob was doing as Shota slowly, shallowly fucks up into you. Not in a chase for anything, just as something to do as he waits…?

Your body seizes up taut, a ragged gasp ripping from your throat as you feel a wet pressure start to prod against your hole—not the one Shota’s currently buried in. 

“S-Seob!” You yell, squirming as you feel the pressure start to circle the tight ring of muscle. 

“Shh, relax,” he coos into your ear, barely pushing against your hole before he starts to circle it again. “It’s just my finger. Gonna open you up first.”

Fuck, you’d nearly forgotten you’d mentioned to him this was something you wanted to try. But you were too drunk on his cock at the time, delirious to what you were saying. It must have stuck with him, if he came prepared to seize any opportunity.

“B-But I’m supposed t’make you…” You trail off with a gasp when he tries to prod into you again.

He presses another kiss to the back of your head. “You will.”

Your knees tighten against Shota’s waist, your hole clenching in resistance when he tries to push in again. Your clit gives a pathetic throb, brushing against the base of Shota’s dick, and you’re quickly reminded of your burning need to cum. 

So you start whining. 

Taeyang knows exactly why. He’d been watching you intently as the others took their turn with you from where he sat, languidly stroking his newly hardened cock. 

“What is it?” He asks, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “Need to cum?”

You nod immediately, squirming, but Shota and Jongseob both hold you still. 

“Please,” you sob, your wide eyes flitting over to Taeyang. “Please, just once, need to… please…”

Taeyang’s about to respond, but Jiung beats him to the punch. 

“No,” he says, prompt and final.

Taeyang looks to his right, raising a brow at Jiung who watches on. He’s hard again where he’s tucked himself back into his pants, but he doesn’t touch. He just watches. 

Taeyang would be impressed if he wasn’t a little pissed off by him. 

His gaze turns back to you at the sob you let out, dropping your head to Shota’s chest as you accept your defeat. 

You’re still fidgety and tense, Jongseob getting a little frustrated when he’s not making any progress. So Taeyang, being the generous hyung he is, slips his hand out of his pants and gets up, making his way over. He doesn’t mind helping. 

You perk up a little at his presence, your eyes immediately locking onto where he’s straining against his sweats where it stands almost eye level with you. 

Taeyang scoffs, reaching down to pull himself out. “Come here,” he says, barely having to guide himself before you’re lifting up to take him into your mouth. He sighs at the wet heat wrapping around himself, brushing his thumb against your hollowed cheeks. “That’s it, you feel better with cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

He doesn’t mind helping as long as it gets him his dick sucked. 

You just hum around him, too dumb to properly respond. But it seems to do the trick, distracting you enough as you languidly suck on him to have your body relax. 

Even Shota latches onto your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it to ease a steady buzz of warm pleasure through your body. 

It relaxes you enough that you don’t even notice Jongseob slip the tip of his finger past your rim. Until he starts to shallowly fuck it into you. 

You bristle at the unfamiliar feeling, too sharp and intruding for your body to handle. But Jongseob quickly grabs your hip, holding you down. 

“Easy, easy,” he consoles, rubbing his hand gently along your spine. “You’re doing good. Just relax, let me in. Just breathe.”

His smooth, low voice thrums pleasantly in your head, easing you down. 

You hum softly as Shota switches to your other nipple, sucking softly at Taeyang’s tip as Jongseob slowly pushes his finger in to the second, then third knuckle until his finger sits fully sheathed into you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, slowly pulling it out just to push it back in. He kisses your shoulder at your trembling whimpers. “I know, love, I know but it’ll feel better soon, promise.”

And it does, slowly but surely. 

He manages to shallowly thrust his finger into you, the stretch becoming more bearable by the second. Your little whimpers spill around Taeyang’s cock where it just sits there on your tongue now, waiting, not pushing. 

Soon enough, Jongseob is pushing a second finger in, making your body crumble onto Shota’s chest. But he doesn’t stop, he guides you through it as he scissors you open. 

Taeyang guides himself back into your mouth with a hand on your jaw, the other carding through your hair. “You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You melt at the uncharacteristic gesture, blinking your bleary eyes up at him. “You’re just that greedy for cock, hm?”

He grins at the fresh wave of tears that pool in your eyes when Jongseob starts to push the third finger in, pouring more lube over your hole to make the slide easier. 

But it still devastates you, makes you wail when he sits all three of his fingers to the base. 

“That’s enough,” Taeyang says, showing you some mercy as he pulls out to let you gasp the air threatening to leave your lungs. “She can take it now, hurry up.”

Jongseob clicks his tongue at his pushy tone but pulls his fingers out anyway, watching your hole gape around nothing. The comment dies on his tongue as he slicks himself up generously before pushing against the tight ring of muscle. 

You jolt at the heavy pressure, far more daunting than his fingers. Your whine of protest is barely a whine at all, just a broken sound because you’re too far gone for anything else. 

Then he starts to push in, and it feels like you’re being ripped open, impaled by his hard cock, carved out to make space for him. 

You cry out, your nails digging into Shota’s chest at the overbearing intrusion. 

“Easy,” you hear Taeyang say from above, his fingers scratching down into your scalp. “Slower.”

He’s not talking to you, though you wouldn’t have much of a mind to listen even if he was. You drop your weight on Shota, who’s tense under you from how hard you’re clenched around him. 

Soon enough, Jongseob sheathes himself fully in you. And full doesn’t even begin to explain just what you feel. 

You hear your name, gentle against your ear. 

“Are you okay?” Shota asks from under you. His thumb comes up to brush away the tear rolling down your cheek. 

You let out a stuttered breath, swallowing down the tension in your throat. You breathe out, trying to let go of the tension everywhere else. 

Your body eases slowly as it adjusts to Jongseob’s girth, and you find yourself nodding. 

“Okay,” you manage to slur, whimpering when Shota presses a warm kiss to your lips. 

He uses it as a distraction to buck his hips up slightly, an experimental roll of his hips to see where you are. 

When all you give is a soft, pleasured hum as the base of his cock rubs against your aching clit, he starts to slowly rock his hips up until all you’re doing is panting into his lips. 

Jongseob doesn’t move just yet, not until he feels you relax more around him. He’s struggling too, at the death grip you have around him, but when you start to ease up, he thrusts into you once just as Shota thrusts out. 

You tense up again but it’s momentary, a choked moan escaping you. 

Jongseob thrusts in again, and again, then starts to fuck into you at a steady pace, pulling out when Shota pushes into your cunt. 

Your body is completely liquid, molten against them to mould and move as they please, as they take what they want. 

It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just a steady stream of burning pleasure that grows hotter the more frantic their thrusts become, the noisier they become as they fuck you in tandem. 

You give yourself to them mindlessly. 

Until Taeyang slides a hand under your head to lift you up, prodding his cock back into your mouth. 

You take him pliantly as he starts to fuck into the tight space, groaning low. 

“Perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t ya?” He gasps mindlessly, twitching in your mouth. 

Your only let your jaw fall wider, gagging around him when he starts to fuck into your throat, but you just take it. 

Shota’s whining under you, pretty scarlet lines blooming on his chest from your nails dig down. “F-Feels so good like this,” he gasps, slamming up into you as much as he can with what the tight space can allow. 

“So fucking tight,” Jongseob grunts from behind you, hands gripping tight on your hips as he pounds into you. “Shit, not g-gonna last long…”

You moan around Taeyang, your own body pushed closer and closer to its limits. Your neglected pleasure won’t stay intact for much longer, but the recesses of your mind still fears what might happen if you let go too soon. 

Taeyang cums in your mouth without warning, pushing in deep to spurt down your throat with a ragged groan.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling out as you start coughing, roughly pushing the little bead of release escaping the corner of your mouth back into your tongue with his finger. “Don’t waste it.”

You’re barely recovering from Taeyang, your body jerking under Shota and Jongseob’s brutal thrusts, when Intak shoves his way in, seating himself in your mouth. 

You bristle under the sudden intrusion but Intak holds you in place with a hand behind your head, starting to fuck frantically into your tongue. 

“Sorry, noona,” he breathes, his head tilting back at the warmth of your mouth. “C-couldn’t help it, need to cum again.”

You don’t complain, not that you can, as he chases his pleasure from you. 

Someone takes your hand, wrapping it around their cock for them to fuck into your fist—Keeho, you think, but everything is too blurry now to tell as the four men use your body, fucking you and your mind to tatters practically. 

You start to convulse under the onslaught of sensation, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter. 

It’s impossible to stop it now, you don’t have a tethered bone in your body to stop it from happening. 

You try to warn them, but it’s a fruitless attempt. 

Your orgasm barrels through you violently, snapping through your body like lightning as you jerk through it, wailing around Intak’s cock. 

It starts a chain effect, Shota spilling into you with a yell as your cunt flutters around him, Jongseob following soon after with how tightly you tense around him. Your hand and forearm grows damp with Keeho finishing himself in your loose fist, and Intak pulls out of your mouth just to paint your face. 

You’re floating somewhere between heaven and earth, body trembling with incessant tremors, mind vacant from anything but the pure bliss. 

Until the dread settles heavily over you. 

Jiung immediately stands to action when he hears the first sob escape you. 

He pushes his way through the bodies, practically knocking Intak to the ground and shoving Keeho aside, urging Jongseob off of you. 

He kneels beside you at the second sob, pushing his hand into your hair. But you turn your face away, burying it in Shota’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his heart climbing up his throat. Were they too rough? Did they hurt you? Fuck, he told them to be more thorough with their prep but—

“I failed,” he hears your tiny voice mumble, and his heart effectively crumbles. 

That’s why you’re upset?

Jiung lets out a breath, nudging Shota. Shota gets the hint, gently rolling your body down as he slips out of you with the hiss, moving aside to give Jiung way. 

But even as Jiung tries to pull you closer to him, you bury yourself further into the cushions. 

“Are you hiding from me?” You hear him ask, and even through the haze you can hear the pout in his voice. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, trying to hold in your sniffles but it’s almost like you don’t have control anymore over your body with it being too spent. He slides his hand under your head, forcing you to face him but you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your face into his palm. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-I tried, I really did b-but it was too hard, and I couldn’t—“

Your words die when Jiung seals his lips over yours, softly kissing away your woes in an uncharacteristic show of affection. 

“You did so good,” he whispers into your lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t apologize.”

His heart swells at your wide, glittery eyes looking up at him in awe. “Y-You’re not gonna… p-punish me?” You manage to ask through your little hiccups. 

If he were Taeyang he would. But he doesn’t have what it takes. 

“No,” he answers, ignoring Taeyang’s little ‘weak’ from behind him. He’ll deal with him later. He stands up, gathering you in his arms. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up.”

“Hey,” Intak pipes up with a whine, sitting up on the ground. “Why do you get to take care of her?”

Keeho snickers from the other couch. “Yeah, Ung, you’re so selfish.”

Jiung merely kicks Jongseob, who yelps ‘I didn’t say anything!’ on the way to your room, telling them over his shoulder to, “Make her food.”

You stay curled in Jiung’s arm as he carries you to your bed, setting you gently onto it. 

He stands to get a towel from your bathroom, coming back to see you watching him intently where you’re splayed. He has to keep himself from ogling your naked body, clearing his throat as he sits on the edge beside you to gently run the towel over your face, working his way down the mess. 

“Jiung,” you say quietly. 

The sound fills him with warmth. He still doesn’t meet your eye. “Hm?”

“You’re still hard.”

His face burns, and he averts his gaze as he runs the towel between your thighs, whispering a quick apology as he brushes against your sensitive core. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, willing his voice not to crack. 

But then you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him down to your body. He goes down, watching you closely as you lift your weak body. 

His back hits the mattress, the warmth of your body engulfing his as you climb on top of him. He's about to protest again and tell you that you don’t have to, until you align your hips and grind down against his hard on. 

He cuts off with a whine, reminded of the arousal festered in his gut from watching the others take you apart. 

A full body shudder runs through him. You relish in the way his eyes roll back at the simple sensation. 

And then you’re on your back, Jiung climbing on top of you. He tugs off his shirt, but you don’t get the chance to admire his adorned skin before he’s devouring you in a deep kiss. 

You make a questioning sound as he slots himself between your legs, but he just shoves himself free of his clothes then presses the head of his cock through your folds, making you gasp. 

“Let me take care of you?” He asks, begs almost, as he teases at your messy hole, his free hand braced on your hip. 

You don’t have the mind to speak. So you just nod. 

Jiung seats his cock into you with one push, his body shuddering at finally feeling you around him. And it’s so enticing that he just can’t hold back. 

He wants to be gentle, wants to coax you to a sweeter release—but he can’t. 

He pounds into you desperately, shoving himself as deep as he can go with each frantic thrust, quickly going dumb in your pussy. 

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place as he splits you open, the rough slap of hips and loud squelch of your messy folds the only sounds besides both your ragged breathing. He buries his face in your shoulder, unable to hold back his whimpers. 

“You feel so—“ He whines, breaking apart with a deep groan when you clench around him, his hips stuttering. 

A moan breaks through your chest when he rolls in deep, just rutting against you desperately. Your arms around him aren’t enough to hold on, he thrashes your body in his arms with each buck of his hips. 

“Jiung,” you whimper, pulsing around him when he pulls out just to fuck his tip into you, teasing you in a way that melts your brain. “Ji, please, m’gonna c-cum, can I…”

He slams into you, his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out just to slam back in, punching yells out of you each time. 

“Cum for me,” he breathes into your ear, then hooks his hands under your knees, folding them at your sides as he pounds into you, thrusting squarely into that gummy spot inside of you over and over. “C-Cum for me… just for me.”

This one doesn’t feel like the last one—when you cum, you break. 

Your vision whites out, your entire body going taut as your arousal sprays out of you, drenching Jiung and the bed. 

It only spurs Jiung on—he fucks you faster as he barrels through his own orgasm, muffling his cry into your shoulder as he pistons in deep and shoots into you. 

When Jiung comes back to his senses, it’s with his head on your chest and Taeyang standing over him with a bowl of ramen in his hand and a disapproving frown on his lips. 

“Taking care of her, huh?” He tsk’s, placing the bowl on the bedside table. 

Jiung just groans, turning to bury his face in your skin. “Fuck off.”

“Careful, don’t wake her.”

Jiung lifts his head to see your eyes closed, your lips parted as small puffs of breaths pass through. He pushes back the damp hair at your head, a soft smile tugging up at the peaceful sight. 

Taeyang snorts at the spectacle. Though he doesn’t quite blame it on Jiung for the dumbstruck look in his eye. 

But he needs to get to work. 

“Okay, be cooperative,” he says, and doesn’t allow Jiung to question before he rounds the bed to the other side and reaches forward to wrap his arms around both you and Jiung, tugging you to the cleaner area of the bed. 

Jiung bristles, opening his mouth to yell at him but quickly snaps shut when you start to stir. 

They both pause with bated breath, sighing when you lull off again with a breath, and Taeyang gets to work. He manages to pull the dirty sheets out from under your and Jiung’s tangled bodies and get fresh ones on. He wipes you clean after, tossing Jiung a towel of his own, but when he sees Jiung just blinking slowly up at the ceiling, unresponsive, he sighs and wipes him clean himself. 

By the end of it, Jiung is tangled with you again and half asleep. 

Taeyang is hesitant to leave, riddled with the urge to climb into the bed and gather you both in his arms (or maybe push Jiung off). But before he can make a sound decision, the door barges open. 

Taeyang hisses viciously towards the door just as Intak opens his fat mouth to yell something stupid surely, his arms suspended above his head where he’s holding up a can of Arizona.

His expression quickly morphs into apologetic when he sees what he’d nearly disrupted—but instead of turning around and leaving, he just pads in and makes his own space at the foot of the bed.

Naturally, Shota and Jongseob follow him in and take the corner edges of the bed flanking Intak.

Taeyang sighs, half considering beating them out with his shoe. He’s still not used to having to share you.

But he watches as Intak immediately picks a fight with Jiung instead (effectively waking him up) about letting him cuddle you but Jiung only tightens his hold on you.

“You’re clingy after sex,” Taeyang says with a snicker.

Jiung’s eyes snap up to him, sharp and eerily fox-like. “So? At least I’m not one note like you,” he grumbles, making sure to keep his voice low as he nuzzles into your shoulder again.

“One note?” Taeyang muses as he sidles into your other side. “Which note is that?”

“Rude.”

It’s not Jiung that answers.

Keeho finds his way into the room with an armful of gatorade bottles, making his way over to the people pile on the bed to hand them out. 

“It felt great seeing Jiung put you in your place,” Keeho says as he climbs on behind Jiung, wrapping his arms around him.

Jiung makes a sound of protest mid sip, trying to shake the other man off but Keeho just snuggles in harder.

“Maybe I should reward you for that,” Keeho adds lecherously, giggling when Jiung glares at him. But Taeyang doesn’t miss the blush tinging Jiung’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Intak starts, lifting his head. “If you three are gonna fuck can you just hand her over to us so—” He cuts off with a loud squawk as Taeyang chops him over the bed.

The sound wakes you, and you stir with huffs and grumbles. Jiung winces when your elbows start flailing out.

“You guys are so loud,” you grit, turning to bury your face into Jiung’s chest, like you’re trying to carve your way in and use him to drown out the noise.

Somehow, after everything, Jiung starts to feel shy at the display. And it only makes Keeho more annoying, who coos and pinches at Jiung’s reddening cheek.

Jiung doesn’t react, hoping he’ll bore himself out.

Intak pouts, still rubbing his head. “It wasn’t my fault, Taeyang hit me!”

Taeyang narrows his eyes at him. “How childish are you?”

Intak whacks his shin. “You’re childish.”

Taeyang sends him a kick, and Intak’s about to hit him again, until you groan. 

“God!” You snap, huffing and lifting your head to glare. “If you’re not here to sleep, leave.”

Intak immediately settles, mumbling a quiet apology as he attaches himself to your leg. 

But Taeyang, ever the contrarian, gets up to leave. “Whatever you want, princess.” 

Nobody protests. By the time he reaches the door, still nobody protests. It ticks him off, making him turn to glare. 

But then he sees you, a peaceful look on your face as you drift back off in Jiung’s arms, the others wrapped around you protectively in various contorted states. Intak had immediately taken Taeyang’s vacant spot to plaster himself to your back. 

Something about the sight tugs at his heart, pulling him back. 

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, padding back towards the bed. “I’ll stay.”

He doesn’t miss the small smile that tugs on your lips as he climbs over the bodies to settle on top of you, wedging himself between you and Intak despite Intak’s quiet cry. 

“Simp,” Keeho whispers from behind Jiung. 

“Mhm,” Taeyang hums in agreement, shutting his eyes. “Aren’t we all.”

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[mysteryfem]

SOOO WORTH THE WAIT jiungs so cute and whiny shota >>> 🌊🌊

[hiddenhornsclub]

Puppy Likes His Attention…

NSFW/MDNI— dom(gender neutral)reader, hybrids, threesome, Kitty!Taehyun, Owner!Reader, Puppy!Kai, handjob, masturbation, riden

Puppy!Kai admires Kitty!Tyun, respects him, plays with him. The only time Kai doesn’t particularly like the cat is when he’s getting your full attention. Every other time of day Tyun curls next to you, flashing you with his big round eyes, lightly tracing your hand signaling that he wants your pets and scratches behind his cute pointed ears. Kai could be dead asleep or in another room but can sense it. Kai runs and jumps on the other side of you, asking for belly rubs. In turn a side eye from the kitten.

It’s the same thing during intimate times…

The two get their heats, same thing with Kai, he respects Taehyun when he goes through it. the only time taehyun can get his full attention for more than 15 seconds… Though Kai sits there watching intently watching how his beautiful owner makes the usual cold hard exterior of Taehyun’s melt under your touch. usually sparks Kai to go into heat bc that’s your effect on them

When Taehyun isn’t in heat and Kai can smell a change in the air. Sprinting to the next room to not only see Kitty!Tyun getting pets, but sees his aching dick being stroked. Tae’s eyebrows knit together, using all his strength to keep himself up, leaning into your touch on his hair, but the feeling of your palm soothing his tip was too much.

Puppy!Kai makes an involuntary whine, folded ears turning back. You glance at the poor puppy, he was shaking at the spot wanting the exact same attention.

“Be patient, puppy.” You say as you lean down to attach your lips to Taehyun’s cock. “Let me work on the kitten and then I’ll get to you.”

Tail swaying side to side, intently watching. Kai sits like a good boy, but not for long. The way Taehyun’s back arches as you fondle his balls, how his sharp teeth bruise his lip, has Kai scooting closer to the two of you.

Kai could sense it, the more whimpers and breathy sighs the cat makes. Edging closer to his high. Kai unintentionally makes high pitched whimpers. His dick hurts so badly watching you two and the collar around his neck felt irritably tighter.

The longer he watches your lips being wrapped around Taehyun’s pretty cock. How your hands looked so warm against the cat’s thighs. The puppy didn’t realize this his hand slipping into his pants. His thumb traces his veins pumping along with the rhythm of his fast heartbeat. Kai visibly shivers, his fluffy ears flattening once his thumb slides against this slit.

Taehyun side eyes the puppy. Not surprised by his impatience, but the cat is more than happy to see Kai get punished for it.

“Tsk, bad boy—“ you shake your head at Kai, the dog was half-pouting as he continues to stroke himself, “you’re just going to have to wait now.”

You strip off your clothes along with Taehyun’s. Kai groans, now watching you climb on top of the cat. Prepping your hole for Taehyun’s dick to slip in. Kai cums at the sight of you stretching around Tae. But it wasn’t long before his dick twitches back up, crying for your attention again.

[mysteryfem]

i used to be obsessed with this

[hiddenhornsclub]

I have this hear me out fic thought—

Ot5 x 6th member?reader, reader jus needs to know txt well, NSFW/MDNI— Kai and Reader are virgins, the other 4 members are experienced, mxm?, corruption,,,

So the members of Thee Renowned TXT have known you for a while. 6th member, assistant, makeup artist, whatever, you’re really close to the boys. You’re like a little sibling to them and they act like that towards you too :/ Kai and you are seen as innocent little ones. It’s cute when you were pre/post debut but now?! Grown into the bodies you have?!?! The members can’t admit it. You two are hotttt but inexperienced ><

Anyways the key point is that txt are close… like ya know real close. The teasing is all to hide that they have crushes on each other. The showering together… in Soobin’s words, “To save water! We don’t want a giant water bill do we?” …

Kai has the biggest crush on you and you two start dating. It goes so long that you want to take things further, but you two have never done it before >~< Maybe the older members will give tips and tricks. However, once you ask, the men are astonished that their lil one would think of such things… until something in each of their brains click. Hmm… seems that those two are ready…

Idk it’s a thought I had and it needs help, then crumbled, thrown out, until I pick it out of the trash again to reread it. need your wisdom @gyuuchuuu

[breathe4me]

okay hear me out.

each one of kai’s hyungs are really good at one thing, let’s sayyy taehyun shows them how to kiss, he’s really fucking good at it. he kisses reader AND kai, showing them what to do before making them both kiss.

another example. yeonjun. the master of giving head. he shows kai how to eat pussy by,,, going down on reader and shows reader how to give head by sucking off kai! perfect right?

everyone helps eachother, one big happy family until it comes to doing the real bit.

both reader and kai are too nervous, they dont know how to actually initiate sex other than how to kiss and awkwardly tease eachother. which leads them to soobins room where the other 4 guys are - getting a thorough run through on how to fuck.

orrrr

ot4 have an orgy whilst kai n reader try to recreate!

[hiddenhornsclub]

[mysteryfem]

someone lol pls lol write lol it lololol

[woonhakworld]

are txt brats??

ive seen a lot of similar things but im in a brainrot so i must write or else ill explode

contains : ot5 x gn!reader (individually), sub!txt obvi, not that freaky tbh, umm not a lot more to be said it's pretty straightforward

soobin

- tee hee ache no not rlly

- we've all seen the MANYYY of videos of him saying he enjoys people being mean to him and when someone drives him crazy and being humiliated, etc...

- however dot comma i get the vibe he wants to be degraded out of thrill for the game

- i feel like he'll be soooo guilty if he's getting punished

- like yes he's a lil freak whose super turned on rn but he feels bad for making you angry even if your anger is really hot to him :((

- he'd just keep saying 'i'm sorry' 'didn't mean it' 'm a good boy' over and over again

- he's not cut out for the misbehaving lifestyle he's a certified #goodboy

- he do be liking the punishments a lil too much though like he's just a rough sex truther

- he wants to be spat on and thrown around but i think he'd prefer for it to be a reward cause he's peculiar

- wow obedient! i'm gonna edge you for a week now! LIKE WHAT

- but he loves it <//3 drooly baby just wants to show you how submissive he is

yeonjun

- well duh!

- it's mostly his mouth, he always running it

- saying he could dom you easily, that you don't do enough for him to be satisfied (a blatant lie)

- he just can't help himself and it doesn't help he gets even more spurred on by your amused eyebrow raise in response

- as for punishments... this might be a hot take but i feel like he is suchhhhh a crier and a whiner

- fat tears running down his pretty face while he thrashes against the restraints you put on him

- the fighting is just a front he is living his absolute BEST life

- if you see yeonjun bitching about 'let me out!' 'm not bad!' do not intervene he is right where he wants to be

- his mouth is just alwaysssss running but it's sooo untruthful and his body will always be honest with you :((

- i also think he prefers edging over overstim especially in punishments like ... that's a whole separate post let me put a bookmark in this

- lowk i think bad puppy, naughty boy, whore, etc turn him on soooo much more than good boy or positive petnames

- but in the end he always ends up giving in, no longer arguing or resisting but leaning into your touch instead <33

- he starts begging for mercy whilst twitching and shaking

- "i'm sorry im sorry ill be good for now on please" and there goes his mouth again...

beomgyu

- is grass green ahh question

- not a single good boy bone in his body and it's not just his mouth

- he's and evil bitch, intentionally flirting with people or not responding or disobeying you just to drive you crazy

- the freakiest freak of them and such a pervert all he can think about is getting absolutely wrecked by you the entire time

- more than punishments, he also just enjoys talking back to you and being sassy

- it's like a game except he loses everytime cause in the end whose the one crying while also begging for more... rightttt....

- again being a freak i think he will take whatever you give him and then complain it's not enough

- but it never lasts long before his pride is dropping, face down and shaggy hair covering his entire head as he's trying his best to take what he knows he can barely handle

- i also think he lovessss when you make him a pet during punishments makes him feel dirty and less than but in a good way

- this could be a whole other discussion for just him alone.. mmmm im tempted now

taehyun

- i'm gonna say no on this one too

- i think he's a complainer, but in the end he always does what you say

- he'll say that's a stupid rule, that you don't make sense, that it's unfair etc but he do it everytime

- ngl i know this is a sub!txt post but im soz i can only ever see tyun as a switch like i feel like he'd get sooooo boredddddd as only one or the other for too long

- i feel like he'd hate when you're a brat to him, so he'd never want to do that to you either ykwim

- he def has an attitude like he's not a good boy necessarily but at the end of the day he knows where his place is

- another hot take i personally feel like tyun would muchhhh rather have soft sex anyways

- he takes punishments like a champ tho

- but he'd much rather be giggly and tucked into your neck instead of given a cock ring and degraded

- overstim though... that's different

- hhhhh im getting sidetracked let me silence myself

huening kai

- the goodest boy in all the land

- i don't think he'd ever want to back talk you

- he don't take degradation well my baby just wants to be praised and cuddled and put on a pedestal

- i think he's might enjoy some of the previously mentioned things though like handcuffs and petplay

- hyuka would just rather have cuffs cause he's too touchy/needy, not because he's been a bad boy :((

- or petplay bc he's the best lil puppy who listens soooo well and gets a lil treat :3

- in conclusion everyone a good boy at heart and i will stick by that

- i might just be biased though cause i personally don't like brat taming but actually no as im writing this i will not concede i am right and you are wrong

[mysteryfem]

ooning kai 🥹🥹🥹

[kamislop]

hear me out on Tamaki who’s like profusely apologizing to you mid sex while he orgasms bc he cums a LOT (hypersemia?)

-🛸

18+ MDNI!!!

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who you think is repulsed by the idea of having sex with you at first. you understand not wanting to get straight to business right after getting together, but after two, three, four whole months— it was getting ridiculous.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who feels so disgustingly guilty for always turning down his pretty girl, never doing anything more than making out for hours. you wonder if you simply didn’t turn him on enough, which doesn’t really add up, because when you straddle his lap, you can feel his cock throb right against your core. you never get to grind against it, though. he always stops you before you have the chance to, and you end up going back home with your panties ruined and an ache beween your legs you’re forced to take care of on your own.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who’s sure you’re starting to hate him and will break up with him, but he’s too scared to come forward about his…condition. you see, poor boy tamaki amajiki has hyperspermia, which means he cums buckets. and that’s not an exaggeration. he’s afraid you’ll find it gross— find him gross, and the thought of losing you paralyzes him.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who should’ve seen this coming, and now he’s got to reap what he sowed. “i just don’t understand what i’m doing wrong! you never say anything and i’m kinda tired of it, tamaki.”

his heart breaks when he sees the disheartened expression on your face, like you’re giving up on him. he really can’t blame you, you did try everything. it’s only his fault.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who can’t imagine himself being with anyone else but you, so he finally, finally works up the courage to tell you. “y-you…never did anything wrong, believe me. i-it’s me, i have this…thing, and i was too scared you’d find it disgusting. it only happens during s-sex so…”

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who, among the million different scenarios he had prepared himself to brace for, didn’t take your actual reaction into account. eyes wide and sparkling, lips stretching in a wide smile, shoulders relaxing like you’d gotten rid of the biggest weight.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who, also, didn’t expect you would want a demonstration right there and then. he was sure you would need a bit more foreplay, but when you peeled off your panties to reveal your drooling hole, he realized his words had been more than enough.

“o-oh shit…tamaki, baby, feel ‘s good…” you whine wantonly, dragging your hips up and down his - excitingly surprising - thick cock.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who’s never felt so good, your pussy wrapping around him so deliciously all he can do is lay there and let you ride him, staring up at you like you’re a goddess, and he’s just a lowly mortal, unworthy of your biggest blessing.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who starts panicking when he feels he’s close to cumming, fingers digging into your hips as if trying to stop you, but you press a few reassuring pecks on his lips. “it’s okay,” you pant in-between needy moans. “i want it, tamaki…want it all inside…”

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who can’t resist you when you talk so sweetly, like caramel dripping from your every word. "i-i’m close, very close, oh god i’m sorry—”

and then you feel it, the warm splash against your snug walls, before it starts dripping out of your hole as you keep riding him. “it’s so much,” you marvel at the sight, watching his sticky cum cling to your inner thighs.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who can’t. stop. cumming. he’s a damn mess, whimpering and heaving as you milk him dry, soon meeting your own release as well. your pussy clams down on him so tightly he wonders if you might cut his dick off. but it feels good, so fucking good.

“i’m sorry…i-i’m so, sorry, i can’t stop!” he whines, hips bucking to meet your sloppy cadence, helping you through your high. “i want it!” you cry out, palms planted on his chest as you can’t seem to stop riding him silly, all dumb and full of cum.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who’s positively ruined when you finally collapse on top of him, but still manages to use the few crumbs of strength he’s got to wrap his arms around you.

hyperspermic bf!tamaki who learned two important lessons that day: he’ll never hold back from speaking up again (with you, for now); he has a whole lot of sex to catch up to now.

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[mysteryfem]

i hope we have quadruplets