𝖲 EＲEＮ

１８ +

[neonserenmoon]

ᗯEᒪᑕOᗰE ⌬

𝘐'𝘮 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 ( ‘05 ), 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴. ⚠︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ⚠︎ 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 ᎾᏢᎬᑎ ❯❯❯❯

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 (𝘺𝘦𝘵) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 ⏻

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

Key: Smut ⏻ | Angst ☣︎ | Fluff ⚡︎ | Dark ⚠︎ | Dead Dove 𓉸

K-ᑭOᑭ ⌖

ꜰɪᴄꜱ

2118 - felix (skz) ⏻ ⚠︎

stuffed - 3racha + minlix (skz) ⏻ ⚠︎

intoxicated - san x atz (atz) ⏻ ⚠︎

ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ

SᑌᑭEᖇᑎᗩTᖇᗩᑌᒪ ⌖

ꜰɪᴄꜱ

ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ

ᗪᑕ ⌖

ꜰɪᴄꜱ

ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ

ᗰᗩᖇᐯEᒪ ⌖

ꜰɪᴄꜱ

ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ

ᗩᑎIᗰE ⌖

ꜰɪᴄꜱ

ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ

[neonserenmoon]

ｉｎｔｏｘｉｃａｔｅｄ [MDNI]

choi san x ateez ensemble non!idol au warnings: dubcon, forced intox, group sex, coercion, oral (m rec), anal, hand jobs, overstimulation, edging, degradation, humiliation, finger sucking, cum eating, please tell me if i missed any wc: 2.4k+

⌬ Drabble Ver ⌬ 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

“Open,” Seonghwa cooed, smirking down at San. Music blared around him as the cool sensation of glass pressed to his lower lip.

He did as asked, allowing him to tip his head back and tilt the shot glass into his mouth. He swallowed on instinct, the familiar burn moving down his throat and he was left with a fruity aftertaste.

“Good boy,” Wooyoung praised at his back, his breath fanning across San’s jaw.

He was starting to feel it, that slightly electric feeling in his fingertips and the consistent buzz in his brain. He’d never been a heavy drinker, as much as he liked to showboat, he was always a lightweight. Four shots in and he’d struggle to stay upright, he was up to seven now.

“Another one!” Mingi called, cheering and others across the table before knocking his back.

Seonghwa poured another shot, but instead of taking it himself he again lifted it to San.

“N-no, I shouldn’t—” Seonghwa ignored him, gripping his jaw and tilting his head back.

“Come on, pretty boy. For me… there we go.” Seonghwa replaced the glass with his own lips as San swallowed, licking playfully into his mouth. San couldn’t help but whine, allowing the elder to take what he wanted.

“Look at Sannie, all pretty and pink,” Yunho said, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“He’s so gone,” Jungho chuckled.

“You flush so nicely, Sannie.” Wooyoung gushed, giving him a squeeze from behind.

San pulled back, as much as he could with Wooyoung behind him, “I should stop—hic!” He shook his head, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on what was in front of him. It was like a smudged filter had been placed over his eyes.

“Noooo,” Wooyoung whined. “You’ll take one for me, right Sannie?”

Wooyoung moved quickly, spilling a bit as he poured another shot. One arm hooked over San’s shoulder, he brought the glass around and held it in front of him. San couldn’t move away with Wooyoung at his back, so when Wooyoung held the glass for him—the cold liquid teasing his lips as Wooyoung started to tilt it—he obliged. This was different from what Seonghwa had been feeding him, slightly more sour, he liked it.

“Good boy!” Wooyoung praised again, running a hand through San’s hair and pulling his head back. Wooyoung pushed in, lifting himself on his knees to lean over San, his lips were far more insistent than Seonghwa.

“So pretty,” Seonghwa muttered, his hands trailing down San’s chest and over his abdomen—lower.

San shivered, it felt good. He let himself get lost in the feeling, Wooyoung practically shoving his tongue down his throat while Seonghwa lazily palmed him over his pants.

“Alright, the private room is open.” Hongjoon reappeared at the table. “We ready to move?”

“Gimme a sec,” Seonghwa drawled, keeping his focus on San.

He squeezed a little harder, pulling a low whine from San—muffled by Wooyoung's mouth. He bucked his hips into Seonghwa’s hand, eyelids fluttering as he tried to pull back from Wooyoung to take a breath.

“Sannie—” Wooyoung whined, gripping harder on his jaw and using his other hand at the back of his head. “Focus on me.”

“I—” San tried, but Wooyoung just kept kissing him. He was overwhelmed, so much was happening at once. He was dizzy, and tired, and now he was so fucking horny.

San didn’t hardly notice the movement around him until Seonghwa moved away. But Woo continued to sloppily make out with him.

“Woo.” Yeosang said impatiently.

“Fine.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

And then they were both gone. He blinked, trying to force his eyes to focus. But soon he was being pulled out of the booth, strongarmed by Mingi and Yunho who each took an arm over their shoulders.

“Come on, San.” Mingi said as they started walking.

“Mph, my head.” San groaned, letting them lead him as he practically tripped over his feet.

“Feeling good, Sannie?” Yunho asked.

“Dizzy…” San slurred.

The busy atmosphere of the club fell away, trading the flashing colored lights for dark mood lighting and the buzzing crowd for quiet muffled chatter. Mingi and Yunho set San down on the large couch inside, and Wooyoung quickly took a spot next to him.

“Try this, Sannie.” Yeosang walked over holding a shot glass, lime green liquid filled almost to the brim. “You’ll like it.”

“I don’t—” San tries to protest but Wooyoung interrupts, pressing his lips against San’s. He somehow hadn’t noticed before, Wooyoung still tasted like the cocktail he’d been drinking earlier, mint and lime on his tongue as he flicked it over San’s teeth.

When Wooyoung finally pulled back, Yeosang took advantage of San’s slightly agape mouth, grabbing his chin and tipping the shot inside. It was sweet and tangy, he could hardly taste the alcohol anymore.

“Good boy,” Yeosang rasped.

San felt like he was floating as Wooyoung slowly pulled him to sit back against the couch. His hands trailed down until he got to the hem of San’s shirt, pushing it up just below his pecks.

“So pretty for us, Sannie—” Wooyoung dragged his tongue up the center of his abs.

San whined, his head falling back. He felt so sensitive, every touch was turned up to eleven. 

“You think he’s ready?” He heard someone, Hongjoong maybe, mutter across the room.

“Sannie?” Seonghwa was suddenly standing behind him, head tilted as he looked down at him. “How you feeling?”

“‘m good,” San slurred, a tiny squeak escaping his lips when Wooyoung nipped at his stomach. “Wha’s Wooyoungie doin’?”

“He’s making you feel good, Sannie. That’s what you want, right?” Jongho knelt on the couch, cupping the back of San’s head. “Open.”

San’s jaw dropped without a second thought, his nth shot poured down his throat.

“Very good,” Jongho hummed. “He should be ready now.”

“Let’s get this off you.” Mingi joined the crowd, working around Wooyoung—who was still peppering kisses across San’s abs—to pull off San’s shirt.

“You’re really doing a number on him, Woo.” Yeosang laughs, eyeing the litter of pale purple marks across his skin.

“Just you wait…” Wooyoung slowly slid onto the floor, settling between San’s knees.

“Not yet, Woo.” Hongjoong places a hand on his shoulder.

“But—”

“Just wait a second,” Seonghwa added. “You can still be first.”

Wooyoung grinned, happy with that as he stood up and got out of the way. Mingi moved to replace him, sliding off San’s jeans and leaving him in his boxers.

“Where do you want him?” Mingi asked, glancing up at Seonghwa who still stood behind the couch.

“Mmm,” he thought for a second. “Just bend him over on the floor over there.”

San’s limp body was lifted off the couch and somewhat clumsily moved into the middle of the room. His legs bent under him, cheek pressed into the plush black rug under him, his ass in the air.

“Sannie,” Wooyung cooed, squatting down next to his face. “You’re gonna be good for us, right?”

“Mhm?” He said, hardly registering what Wooyoung said. He could be good, he liked doing that, and he liked pleasing his members too. He felt what he assumed was Wooyoung’s hand caressing down his back, into his boxers. He let out a soft whimper when his fingers ghosted over his sensitive hole.

“God, he’s so cute!” Wooyoung gushed.

Jongho was less patient, kneeling down behind him and ripping a hole in his boxers.

“Yunho, grab me the lube. I wanna prep him,” Jongho said, never taking his eyes off San’s bare ass.

He liberally coated his fingers, slowly pressing in one. San sucked in a shocked gasp, clenching around Jongho’s finger as he lifted his head.

“No, no, Sannie…” Wooyoung cupped his cheeks, “Relax for Jongho. Be good for us.”

San whined, feeling Jongo continue to push in. He forced his muscles to relax. After pumping it a few times, he pressed in a second. San’s eyes rolled back, his head cradled in Wooyoung’s hold as Jongho started to scissor him open.

“There we go, good boy, Sannie,” Wooyoung praised.

“Shit, he’s tight,” Jongho said.

Jongho took his sweet time, watching San twitch every time his fingers brushed past his prostate. He didn't stop until San was a whining mess, practically drooling into Wooyoung’s hands as he held up his head.

“Yunho won the draw so he gets to go first,” Seonghwa said as Jongho wiped the lube off his fingers.

“He’s gonna fucking break him,” Yeosang scoffed.

“Sannie can take it,” Hongjoong said, squatting down next to Wooyoung by San’s head. “Can’t you?”

Hongjoon brushed his thumb over San’s lower lip, collecting the small amount of spit that had dribbled out and pushing it back between them. San eagerly accepted the finger, closing his eyes as he started sucking.

“Watch your fingers, Joong,” Yunho said, coating his cock with lube as he kneels behind San. “He might bite down.”

“Maybe he needs a ring gag,” Seonghwa mused, sitting back on the couch as his hand lazily stroked his dick.

“You can’t put that image in my head when we don’t have one with us,” Mingi complained.

“Fucking hell…” Yunho groaned as he pushed into San, gripping his hips.

San’s hands balled into fists. Wooyoung finally let go of his head, allowing him to more easily arch his back.

“Mph~” San moaned as Yunho’s huge dick pushed the air from his lungs in short stuttered whines.

“Such a pretty boy,” Hongjoong said, pulling a now pantsless Wooyoung into his lap and stroking him slowly. 

“Feels so fucking good,” Yunho grunted, yanking San back on his dick as he started fucking him harder.

San’s mouth fell open, his eyes rolling up as every nerve in his body lit up like fireworks. He didn’t even register how loud he was being, only the growing pleasure spreading across his body. But when Yunho finished, snapping his hips a few final times, he pulled out—depriving San of his release.

“No~” He whined, his lip poking out in a pathetic pout.

“Don’t worry, Sannie,” Wooyoung said, his breath slightly shaky as Hongjoong continued to jerk him off. “We have all night.”

Jongho had stripped down to nothing as he took Yunho’s place, teasing a finger over San’s gaping hole and pushing the bit of cum back inside.

“Can he even feel you in there after me?” Yunho joked.

Jongho pushed San’s chest down against the floor and propped himself up on one knee. In this position he was nailing San’s oversensitive prostate on every thrust. San let out a slurred string of curses as Jongho expertly fucked him. 

“It sure seems like it,” Jongho grinned, starting to rock into him with force, pushing ‘ah ah ahs’ out of San’s lungs.

“Let’s put those pretty lips to use, Sannie,” Hongjoong said, releasing his hold on Wooyoung cock to allow him to sit in front of San.

Wooyoung lifted San’s head by the chin, smiling down at him as he slid to the back of his head—gripping onto the sweaty locks. 

“Open,” Wooyoung said.

His head was spinning, his jaw ached, and he’d cum at least four times. San wasn’t sure how long they’d been toying with him, not that he was conscious enough to try and keep track anyway. 

His throat was raw, moans and whines pulled from his lungs as Mingi snapped his hips against him in quick succession.

“I think you can go again, Sannie,” he said, his nails digging into San’s thighs.

He shook his head, trying to ask him to stop, but Yeosang quickly pushed back between his lips. He dropped his jaw, hollowing his cheeks as Yeosang set a low pace—pushing back as far as he could until San gagged, then pulling out.

“Such a good boy,” Seonghwa grinned, all but ignoring Wooyoung as he went down on him. “Hardly even flinching anymore.”

“I’m shocked he hadn’t passed out yet,” Jongho admitted, leaning back on his elbows as he enjoyed the show in front of him.

“He’s getting there,” Yeosang said, hissing with pleasure as he pushed San’s head down again.

Mingi thrust forward harshly, jolting San further onto Yeosang’s dick and making them both cry out. San’s hands flailed and Yeosang quickly gave him something to hold on to. San’s eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell wider when Yeosang pulled out, allowing San’s moans to be clearly heard.

Mingi had no mercy on him as he lifted his hips and pounded in as deep as he could go. Mingi let go of San’s thighs with one hand and started jerking him off. San’s eyes flew open and he tried to reach for Mingi’s wrist, Yeosang stopped him.

“Ah! T-too much!” San slurred.

Mingi only smirked, jerking him off faster.

San gripped Yeosang’s hands harder, giving him indentations from his nails. Yeosang didn’t hardly notice, too enraptured by the scene in front of him. He was distantly aware of the wet sounds coming from Wooyoung sloppily giving Seoghwa head, having been fed up with being ignored, Seong was now groaning lowly and bucking his hips to meet Wooyoung’s lips.

Yeosang doubted San could even hear it over the loud claps of MIngi fucking him within an inch of his life. San cried out and writhed in Mingi’s hold as his eyes rolled up.

“You gonna cum, baby boy?” Mingi asked condescendingly.

“Plea…please—” San whined, lifting his head to look at Mingi, tears in his eyes.

“In a minute,” Mingi said with a possessive look.

He stopped jerking off San and gripped him hard at the base as he stilled inside him. San let out a long, anguished whine as Mingi ran his hands soothingly over his toned torso. 

“Such a good boy for us,” Yeosang said, continuing to stroke himself. 

“Just a little more, Sannie.” Mingi said, then started to grind his hips in circles.

“Ah, fuck!” Seonghwa cried, cumming down Wooyoung’s throat.

Mingi finally glanced their direction, “Shit, I missed it. Hwa always makes the best face when he cums.” Mingi steadily fucked San as he watched them with slight disappointment.

“It never gets old,” Wooyoung said, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and pushing it back into his mouth.

Mingi grinned, picking up speed. San begged with every thrust, looking more and more out of it from the force of it, if that was even possible.

“Please, please, please,” he gasped. “N-need to… cum!”

“Cum on my cock, Sannie,” Mingi growled.

San only got louder, his eyes rolling shut as Mingi chased his own high. Everyone watched San fall apart on his cock as he let out a strangled yell, finishing dry. Mingi was close behind, muttering a baritone “fuck” before his hips shuttered, filling San’s abused hole once again.

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[neonserenmoon]

ｉｎｔｏｘｉｃａｔｅｄ [MDNI]

choi san x ateez ensemble non!idol au warnings: dubcon, forced intox, coercion, kissing, hand jobs(over clothes), body worship, humiliation?, please tell me if i missed any wc: ~975

⌬ 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ⌬ Full Ver

Music blared around him as the cool sensation of glass pressed to his lower lip.

“Open,” Seonghwa cooed, smirking down at him.

He did as asked, allowing him to tip his head back and tilt the shot glass into his mouth. He swallowed on instinct, the familiar burn moving down his throat and he was left with a fruity aftertaste.

“Good boy,” Wooyoung praised at his back, his breath fanning across San’s jaw.

He was starting to feel it, that slightly electric feeling in his fingertips and the consistent buzz in his brain. He’d never been a heavy drinker, as much as he liked to showboat, he was always a lightweight. Four shots in and he’d struggle to stay upright, he was up to seven now.

“Another one!” Mingi called, cheering and others across the table before knocking his back.

Seonghwa poured another shot, but instead of taking it himself he again lifted it to San.

“N-no, I shouldn’t—” Seonghwa ignored him, gripping his jaw and tilting his head back.

“Come on, pretty boy. For me… there we go.” Seonghwa replaced the glass with his own lips as San swallowed, licking playfully into his mouth. San couldn’t help but whine, allowing the elder to take what he wanted.

“Look at Sannie, all pretty and pink,” Yunho said, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“He’s so gone,” Jungho chuckled.

“You flush so nicely, Sannie.” Wooyoung gushed, giving him a squeeze from behind.

San pulled back, as much as he could with Wooyoung behind him, “I should stop—hic!” He shook his head, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on what was in front of him. It was like a smudged filter had been placed over his eyes.

“Noooo,” Wooyoung whined. “You’ll take one for me, right Sannie?”

Wooyoung moved quickly, spilling a bit as he poured another shot. One arm hooked over San’s shoulder, he brought the glass around and held it in front of him. San couldn’t move away with Wooyoung at his back, so when Wooyoung held the glass for him—the cold liquid teasing his lips as Wooyoung started to tilt it—he obliged. This was different from what Seonghwa had been feeding him, slightly more sour, he liked it.

“Good boy!” Wooyoung praised again, running a hand through San’s hair and pulling his head back. Wooyoung pushed in, lifting himself on his knees to lean over San, his lips were far more insistent than Seonghwa.

“So pretty,” Seonghwa muttered, his hands trailing down San’s chest and over his abdomen—lower.

San shivered, it felt good. He let himself get lost in the feeling, Wooyoung practically shoving his tongue down his throat while Seonghwa lazily palmed him over his pants.

“Alright, the private room is open.” Hongjoon reappeared at the table. “We ready to move?”

“Gimme a sec,” Seonghwa drawled, keeping his focus on San.

He squeezed a little harder, pulling a low whine from San—muffled by Wooyoung's mouth. He bucked his hips into Seonghwa’s hand, eyelids fluttering as he tried to pull back from Wooyoung to take a breath.

“Sannie—” Wooyoung whined, gripping harder on his jaw and using his other hand at the back of his head. “Focus on me.”

“I—” San tried, but Wooyoung just kept kissing him. He was overwhelmed, so much was happening at once. He was dizzy, and tired, and now he was so fucking horny.

San didn’t hardly notice the movement around him until Seonghwa moved away. But Woo continued to sloppily make out with him.

“Woo.” Yeosang said impatiently.

“Fine.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

And then they were both gone. He blinked, trying to force his eyes to focus. But soon he was being pulled out of the booth, strongarmed by Mingi and Yunho who each took an arm over their shoulders.

“Come on, San.” Mingi said as they started walking.

“Mph, my head.” San groaned, letting them lead him as he practically tripped over his feet.

“Feeling good, Sannie?” Yunho asked.

“Dizzy…” San slurred.

The busy atmosphere of the club fell away, trading the flashing colored lights for dark mood lighting and the buzzing crowd for quiet muffled chatter. Mingi and Yunho set San down on the large couch inside, and Wooyoung quickly took a spot next to him.

“Try this, Sannie.” Yeosang walked over holding a shot glass, lime green liquid filled almost to the brim. “You’ll like it.”

“I don’t—” San tries to protest but Wooyoung interrupts, pressing his lips against San’s. He somehow hadn’t noticed before, Wooyoung still tasted like the cocktail he’d been drinking earlier, mint and lime on his tongue as he flicked it over San’s teeth.

When Wooyoung finally pulled back, Yeosang took advantage of San’s slightly agape mouth, grabbing his chin and tipping the shot inside. It was sweet and tangy, he could hardly taste the alcohol anymore.

“Good boy,” Yeosang rasped.

San felt like he was floating as Wooyoung slowly pulled him to sit back against the couch. His hands trailed down until he got to the hem of San’s shirt, pushing it up just below his pecks.

“So pretty for us, Sannie—” Wooyoung dragged his tongue up the center of his abs.

San whined, his head falling back. He felt so sensitive, every touch was turned up to eleven. 

“You think he’s ready?” He heard someone, Hongjoong maybe, mutter across the room.

“Sannie?” Seonghwa was suddenly standing behind him, head tilted as he looked down at him. “How you feeling?”

“‘m good,” San slurred, a tiny squeak escaping his lips when Wooyoung nipped at his stomach. “Wha’s Wooyoungie doin’?”

“He’s making you feel good, Sannie. That’s what you want, right?” Jongho knelt on the couch, cupping the back of San’s head. “Open.”

San’s jaw dropped without a second thought, his nth shot poured down his throat.

“Very good,” Jongho hummed. “He should be ready now.”

Extended version

[neonserenmoon]

ｓｔｕｆｆｅｄ [MDNI]

bang chan x 2racha + Minlix warnings: noncon/dubcon, forced double penetration, restraints, gags, oral (m rec), please let me know if i missed any wc: ~500

⌬ 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

“It was a dumb joke, I didn’t—ahh!”

Chan’s head falls forward as he cries out, Jisung’s cock pressing against his already stretched hole.

“You can take it hyung, you said you could.” Jisung coos.

“Fuck, oh god, it’s too much—” Chan cries, fighting the hold Felix and Minho have on his arms. “Jisung, please, ‘m sorry!”

“But you said I was so little, surely you can take me and Binnie together, right?” The head of Jisung’s cock pushed past his entrance making Jisung hiss at how tight it was.

“Fuck, hyung…” Changbin groans, fisting Chan’s shirt as the younger lays below him.

Chan shakes his head over and over, “I can’t, I can’t, I—”

“Shhh, Channie…” Felix soothes, letting Minho take over holding him still so he could move in Chan’s field of vision. “You can be good for us, right?”

“N-no, I can’t, I can’t do it—fuck! Please! Let go!” Tears finally spilled over, streaming down his face as Jisung bottomed out. He took in a shuttering breath, his jaw dropping at the overwhelming feeling.

“There it is,” Minho smirks, leaning forward to lick a tear from Chan’s face.

“Fuuuuuuck…” Jisung sighs, blinking rapidly as he adjusts to the sensation. Bracing one hand on the bed, he uses the other to trail up Chan’s back. Slick with sweat, his fingers glide up to his shoulder blades before he starts pushing him forward.

“Ah!” Chan winces, feeling push them deeper inside.

“There we go, good boy.” Minho grins down at him, helping Jisung push until his chest is flush with Changbin’s.

“You ready for me to move, Bin?” Jisung asks, tilting to the side to look at Changbin.

“Fuck yeah,” Changbin groans.

“Don’t—” Chan tries before Felix shoves one of their discarded t-shirts in his mouth. 

He whines, shaking his head, but every time the gag comes loose Felix diligently pushes it back in. Jisung starts to rock his hips, slowly pulling almost all the way out, then pushing back in. It was a completely unique sensation, Chan’s tight hole reactively clenching around him, Changbin’s cock sliding against his own—he could even feel that one prominent vein on the underside.

It wasn’t long before his pace quickened, pulling pathetic, high pitched whines from Chan. His eyes roll back, forehead dropping onto Changbin’s chest as his hands clench into fists.

“There we go, Chan-ah.” Minho says. “Just lean into the feeling.”

“Do you want something else to keep your mouth busy, Channie?” Felix asked, pulling the damp t-shirt from Chan’s lips.

His mouth lulled open, he looked up at Felix with a hazy expression and nodded.

“Good boy,” Felix cupped his chin, having already removed his pants, he fed his cock into Chan’s awaiting mouth.

Felix hummed at the wet, warm sensation, biting his lip as he stared down at Chan. Chan started to suck the moment Felix pressed further into his mouth, whining and groaning around his length, his tongue lapping at the underside.

Jisung continued to rock back and forth behind him, Changbin was gripping Chan’s hip so hard they would no doubt bruise. And Chan was exactly where he wanted to be.

[neonserenmoon]

２１１８ [MDNI]

lee felix x investors warnings: noncon/cnc, group sex, gags, anal, oral (m rec), gagging, double penetration, cum eating, creampie, sex for money (technically), forced orgasm, no aftercare, please tell me if i missed any wc: ~800

⌬ 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

He’d do anything for his members. He’d do anything for his members. He’d do anything for his members.

Felix could hardly breathe, any protest muffled by the cock down his throat. He wriggled in the man’s grasp, trying to pull away, but they were stronger—tightening their hold on Felix’s wrists and pulling him back onto their dick. Felix cried out, a subtle feeling bubbling inside him as he was pulled back and forth.

“Is the pretty little whore trying to say something?” The other mocked, tightening the grip they had in Felix’s hair. “You don’t need to say anything, you’re right where you belong.” 

Felix grunts, tears streaming down his face, they only laughed. It felt like his hair was going to be pulled from his scalp as he was yanked down again and again. The pressure in his core grew hotter and hotter, his cock leaking untouched between his legs.

He didn’t want to cum, not from them, but his body had no such apprehension. He felt the head of the man's cock brush over his prostate repeatedly, he couldn’t help but clench around him.

“Fuck!” One groaned loudly, smacking Felix’s bare ass hard.

Felix cried out, the sound sending vibrations up the other’s cock making their hand still for a moment.

“God, do that again…” They hummed appreciatively.

The man struck again, harder in the same spot, and again Felix cried out. More tears escaped down his cheeks as he cried around the thick shaft between his teeth.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking good. Keep moaning for me, slut.”

They started the movement again, shoving his cock down the back of Felix’s throat, and again he was smacked hard—this time on the other side. Felix had to keep from heaving as he whined around the intrusion. His lips were chapped, stretched wide around the heavy length.

“God, fuck—!” Their dick twitched, release spilling down Felix’s throat. He choked, eyes rolling back as he was forced to swallow.

They wrenched him off their cock and Felix gasped for air, spit and cum dripping from his lips and down his chin. “Please—” He couldn’t hardly get a word out before a dildo took its place, shoved down to the base so the clasp could be clipped behind his head. Felix sucked desperate breaths through his nose, his throat almost completely blocked as he fought his gag reflex—the tip brushing the back of his throat.

He couldn't take too deep of a breath for fear of gagging, he had to stop himself from hyperventilating, keeping his breaths short. He whined around the silicone dick, still being pounded into from behind.

“God, he’s so cute.” He heard someone groan to his left.

Felix blinked up at them, lashes wet, eyes pleading. The man smirked, reaching down to pinch Felix’s nose closed. Felix whined, shaking his head—almost gagging as the dildo down his throat tickled the back.

“Keep doing that,” the one behind him groaned, “He clenched so fucking hard.”

“Does the pretty little slut like choking on dick?” They taunted. “I bet you could cum from the oxygen deprivation."

Black and blue spots started to appear in the corners of his eyes before the harsh pinch on his nose disappeared and he took as deep a breath as he could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” The voice behind him said, punctuated with each thrust before they spilled inside Felix’s ass. He could feel the hot cum drip down his thighs when he pulled out. 

“Look at that, little slut takes it so well.”

“What do you say?” The gag was unclipped and pulled from his throat.

Felix coughed, fighting back a gag as he heaved heavy breaths. There was a sudden sharp sting on his cheek and his head whipped to the side.

“What the fuck do you say, slut!?”

“T-thank you,” Felix choked out, throat raw and scratchy.

“Good boy.”

…

He’d do anything for his members. He’d do anything for his members. He’d do anything for his members.

He repeated again and again as he felt the third load of cum spill into him, hot and sticky and thick. This time they didn’t pull out, instead leaning over Felix’s back, lips brushing his ear as they muttered, “This is what you were made for. To be a good little whore, taking what you’re given.”

And maybe they were right, because as much as he told himself he didn’t want or like this, his body told a different story.

"We'll be sure to ask for you next time."