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skzprincess

Feb 15

starlostjisung

the reverse wheel

pairing: ot8 x 9th!member reader

genre: smut

wc: 23.8k

warnings: unprotected sex; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f! and m!receiving); dom!reader; sub!skz; temperature play; dry humping; begging; praising; dirty talk; light choking; orgasm denial; edging; recording kink; masturbation; exhibitionism; squirting; food play; blindfold; 69; bondage; handcuffs; spit kink

summary: this started as a challenge for all of the boys to make you come one day. now things have changed: you’re the one who has to make all of them come

part of the wheel of pleasure series

a/n: THE WHEEL IS BACK MY LOVES, and this time is dirtier and smuttier than ever 🥳 thank you so much for the love for this series, it makes me really happy seeing you interact with it and send me messages about it 🩷

a/n2: as always, i wrote this across different nights and i proofread it quickly, so there might be some mistakes and notes to myself that i write while editing (like "change this part" or "add this here" or "continue with this") that i missed, so if you see them... no you didn't (joking 😊)

you sit on the edge of your bed for a moment, letting the quiet sink in. you can hear the rain outside, tapping steadily against the windows, soft and relentless, turning the whole dorm into a little world of its own.

today is your day off - no schedules, no rehearsals, no recordings, no rushing from place to place. it’s just you and the boys.

your room is neatly organised and the light that comes from the windows is enough to soften the corners of your room, making the space feel smaller, more intimate.

lately, everything has been different. not in an obvious way that would make everyone immediately notice, no - but you noticed, the nine of you did.

touches that could be accidental during movie nights, but they were definitely not accidents. looks that lasted a little too long whenever they thought you weren’t looking. smiles that meant more than they actually meant. teasing that always carried something underneath.

all of the boys have changed and you have changed too. what had started as a playful question all those months ago, just genuine curiosity, had led to this. and honestly? you wouldn’t change it for the world.

and today just proves it.

everyone had been sprawled around in the living room, half-awake, hair messy, hoodies and sweatpants everywhere. someone had made ramen - chan you think - and someone had complained - hyunjin, you’re sure of this one. while you were eating, minho had stolen your chopsticks, just to tease you, and you had laughed, leaning against changbin’s shoulder without even thinking about it.

then one thing led to another and somehow…

you have ended up here, alone in your room, getting dressed one more time, or rather, undressed.

you leave your bed and move to stand in front of your mirror now, your fingers smoothing over the new lace set you bought a couple of days ago, waiting for the right occasion, because you knew sooner or later you would use it.

you’re adjusting the straps, checking your reflection from every angle - the fabric hugs you perfectly, delicate and bold at the same time, making you something to admire but also to be afraid of, soft and dangerous at the same time.

your reflection stares back at you, your eyes bright, your lips slightly parted, and your cheeks warm. you hear voices coming from the living room, and then laughter. they’re using the wheel again, something that has definitely become an important part of the dorm.

they’re deciding the order, the order in which they’re gonna have their turn with you again. the order in which they’re gonna break you, or, at least, that’s what they think. you smile slowly at your reflection because this time they have absolutely no idea of what’s coming.

today is not about you, well not entirely. today is about them, about them giving up control and you taking the reins. they’ve had their fun deciding what to do to you, it’s time you turn things around.

you run your hands over your sides, over your hips, over the curve of your waist, grounding yourself, feeling your heart racing with anticipation. you let out a long sigh then lean closer to the mirror, meeting your own gaze - steady, confident, sure, hungry.

“my rules today”, you whisper softly, to yourself and the quiet of your room.

your lips curve into a small, dangerous smile and then you walk back towards your bed, sitting down and waiting for the first of the boys to come inside. you can hear them cheering, groaning, some of them are even laughing and then, silence.

you exhale again and straighten your shoulders, then look at the mirror from your position in your bed. one last look, one last breath.

you’re ready.

you barely hear the knock on your door before it opens and han slips inside, closing it quietly behind him. he’s only wearing his boxers, as all of the boys always do whenever you end up in your room like this, knowing minutes later there will be nothing between your bodies.

his new maroon, pinkish hair - one of your favourite looks of his if you are allowed to say it - is slightly messy, his eyes already bright looking at you, and the now familiar sight sends a small thrill through you, it never really stops affecting you and you don’t think it ever will.

you watch him for a moment, letting yourself think how natural it has become, all of this. how all of you know the routine without ever needing to say it out loud again, how all of you know everyone feels safe in it and will stop it if it ever changes.

han grins as soon as your eyes meet his.

“wow”, he says lightly, looking you up and down, “you’re… very overdressed right now”

you laugh softly, “am i?”

“oh, definitely”, he says, walking over and sitting beside you on your bed, “whenever we do this i always see you wearing your birthday suit”

he wiggles his eyebrows playfully while you laugh at him, hitting his chest playfully.

“but i have to say, you look beautiful, really sexy”, he continues.

you shove his shoulder, smiling despite yourself, “shut up”

“i’m just saying”, he says, leaning closer, his voice dropping a little, “this is different, but i like it, i really really like it. i’m really turned on right now”

you can feel his warmth now, his thigh brushing yours, his arm resting behind you. the space between you shrinks without either of you really meaning for it to. your fingers drift to his wrist, tracing patterns on his skin, and his breath stutters just a little.

“hey”, he says, tilting his head, “are you trying to distract me right now?”

“maybe”, you say, leaning closer until your noses almost touch, “is it working?”

“maybe”, he repeats what you said with a teasing smile on his lips.

you stay like that for a few more seconds, teasing and smiling, your foreheads brushing, your hands slowly getting bolder. his fingers slide to your waist, yours move to rest on his chest. your lips brush his but you don’t kiss him, not yet. you just lean enough to make him inhale sharply.

“you’re being really bold today, y/n”, he whispers.

“am i?”, you say.

and then you kiss him.

it’s not a soft kiss, it’s a kiss full of hunger and need, your hands moving to his pink hair to pull him closer to you. han’s hands tighten at your sides, trying to pull you closer too, trying to guide you like he has done before.

but you’re faster this time.

before he can really react, you shift your weight and push him back against the mattress, climbing over him in one smooth movement. he lets out a surprised laugh as his head hits your pillow.

“wait- hey-”

you settle above him, straddling his hips, your hands pressing his wrists into the mattress over his head when he tries to move underneath you. he blinks up at you, surprised and very interested.

“since when are you this strong?”, he asks breathlessly.

you lean down, your face hovering just above his.

“since today”, you say.

his lips part, ready to say something cocky, something teasing, but you cut him off with another kiss, deeper this time, more confident and demanding. he melts into it immediately, a moan leaving his throat as he relaxes under your hold.

when you pull back, your foreheads rest together and you look into his eyes, steady and sure.

“today isn’t about me, jisung”, you tell him, “it’s about you, it’s about all of you”

his gaze darkens slightly.

“what does that mean?”, he asks.

your smile is slow and knowing, something dark and teasing underneath it and he feels his cock twitching at the sight of you and what you may imply.

“it means”, you say, trying to sound innocent while you tighten your grip just enough to let him know who’s in control, “i’m in charge today”

his breath catches and your smile grows even bigger and darker. you lean in again, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s even more intense than before, your tongue slipping past his parted mouth to tangle with his.

han responds with equal fervor, his body arching up slightly under you. his tongue strokes yours, wet and insistent, a low groan coming from deep in his chest. the kisses turn heavier and messier, as you suck on his bottom lip, nipping at it until he whimpers softly, his hips bucking up to grind against your core through your underwear.

you feel his hands flex under your grip on his wrists, testing the hold, and you release them with a deliberate slowness, letting him know it’s on your terms. his palms slide up your sides, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist before roaming higher, cupping your breasts over your bra. he thumbs your nipples through the lace, rolling them until they’re hard and aching.

your hands explore his chest, your nails scraping lightly over his pecs, tracing the lines of his muscles as they tense under your touch. the friction between your bodies builds as you rock your hips down, your lace-covered core sliding along the bulge in his boxers, feeling him harden fully beneath you.

han’s breaths come in ragged bursts against your mouth, his hands now gripping your ass, squeezing and pulling you harder against him.

“fuck, baby… you feel so good”, he says between kisses, his voice already husky and strained.

you grind down some more, your arousal soaking through your lace, coating the front of his boxers as his cock throbs against your clit with each roll of your hips. the dry humping turns frantic, your room filling with the wet sounds of your mouths and the soft slap of fabric on fabric.

his fingers slip under the edge of your panties, brushing your bare skin, but you catch his wrist, pinning it beside his head again with a teasing smile.

“no, you don’t get to do this today”, you whisper against his swollen lips, nipping at them until he whines, “relax, jisung, i’m just getting you ready”

you keep the rhythm going, your cunt dragging along his length, your clit pulsing with each pass. han’s head falls back against the pillow, his eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, his chest heaving as precum leaks from his tip, darkening the spot on his boxers.

“p-please, y/n… touch me more”, he begs you, his hands now roaming your back after you release them, his fingers pressing into your spine to urge you closer.

his cock is straining against his boxers, twitching with need, and you can feel your own wetness dripping down your thighs. you slow your movements, lifting your hips just enough to hover over him, making him chase the friction with desperate little thrusts.

“i think you’re ready now”, you say, your voice low and teasing, your eyes locking onto his flushed face, “i’m gonna take care of you properly, don’t worry”

without breaking eye contact, you lean to the side, reaching for the nightstand beside the bed. earlier, you had prepared everything you would need, and the first thing you’re gonna use is the massage oil, a bottle warmed slightly from the heat of your room.

the cap clicks open with a soft sound and han’s breath hitches as he watches you drizzle a generous amount into your palm. he watches you, hypnotised, like he can’t take his eyes away from you, as you set the bottle aside and bring your hands back to him, starting at his chest.

your oiled fingers glide over his chest, massaging in slow, firm circles until he sighs in pleasure, his body relaxing under your touch even as his cock jerks against you. you keep rubbing yourself against him in lazy grinds.

“god, that feels amazing”, han says, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again, looking at you.

you lean down, your lips brushing his jaw before they move to his neck, suckling lightly before your teeth graze the skin there as you mark him. han whimpers and his hands move to clutch at your hips.

“y/n… please, i need-” he starts, his voice breaking into a moan when you bite down again, harder this time, soothing the sting with your tongue.

“shh”, you say against his throat, feeling his pulse race under your lips, “i’m in charge, remember? you just have to lie here and take everything i give you”

he bucks up again, a frustrated groan escaping as you continue the massage, your hands sliding over his abs, spreading the warm oil everywhere. your grinding picks up pace, the slick slide of your soaked panties against his boxers, his precum mixing with your arousal making you both moan. han’s whimpers turn into begs, soft and needy.

“fuck, touch my cock, i want your hands on me, please”, he says.

you shift down his body, your hands following the path and his eyes widen, his breath coming in shallow gasps. you hook your fingers into his boxers, tugging them down as his cock springs free.

“oh, look at you, jisung”, you say, your voice dripping with approval, “you’re so hard for me already”

you pour more oil into your palm and wrap your hand around his cock, the warm liquid making your grip slick and smooth as you stroke from base to tip. han cries out, his hips jerking up into your fist, the sensation overwhelming after the buildup.

“oh shit, yes, just like that”, he moans, his head thrown back as your thumb circles the tip of his cock, spreading the oil and his precum together.

you pump him steadily, feeling him throb in your hand, his balls tightening as pleasure builds fast, too fast. but you stop just as his moans get higher, his body tensing on the edge, your hand releasing his cock and han whines loudly, his eyes snapping to yours in desperation.

“why… fuck, baby, d-don’t stop, p-please”, he begs you.

you lean forward, crashing your lips against his to silence him. han’s mouth opens under yours, kissing you back with raw need, his hands flying to your shoulders to pull you closer. your body presses down, pinning him with your weight, your soaked lace grinding against his thigh as his cock twitches against you, leaking more precum on your skin.

while he’s lost on your lips, your hand sneaks to the nightstand again, your fingers taking an ice cube from a bowl you’d prepared. you break the kiss just enough to pull back, holding the cube between your fingers, letting him see it as his eyes flutter open, hazy with lust and confusion.

“jisung”, you say, tracing the ice lightly over his bottom lip, “you’re so hot and desperate right now… i think you need to cool down a little”

he swallows, his eyes wide going from the ice to your eyes then back to the ice again.

“besides”, you continue, “remember when you did this to me? it’s my turn now”

a shiver runs through him and it’s not from the cold only.

“fuck, y/n, that’s-”

you cut him off with another kiss, your free hand cupping his jaw to angle his head better. as your tongues slide together, you press the ice cube to the side of his neck, right where his pulse hammers wildly. he jolts beneath you, a muffled moan vibrating against your lips. you drag the cube down, tracing the column of his throat, goosebumps forming there as water drips over his collarbone.

han breaks the kiss to gasp, his head tilting back into the pillow, exposing more of his neck to you.

“shit, that feels so good”, he says, his voice ragged, his hands gripping you tighter.

you smile against his skin, kissing the spot where the ice just was, warming it with your tongue before moving the cube lower, circling one nipple slowly as han arches off the bed with a sharp cry.

“oh god- y/n, please”

the meltwater slicks his skin, mixing with the oil from earlier and creating a shiny and slippery sheen. you switch to the other nipple, rubbing the ice in firm circles while your mouth latches onto the first one.

“you’re doing so well for me”, you say, pulling back to blow cool air over the wet nipple, making him shudder.

you move the cube lower and your mouth follows its path, kissing and licking up the water trails as you go. han’s hands tangle in your hair as his breaths come in short, desperate pants.

“fuck, i-it’s too much”, he says, his voice breaking, as his cock throbs untouched.

you look at him and, without breaking eye contact, you put the ice cube between your lips. his eyes stay on you, dark and blown wide, anticipation twisting his features.

“what are you- oh shit”, he says, but the words die as you lean over him, your lips hovering near his cock.

you hold his gaze, then trail the ice along the underside of his cock, the cold melting against the hot, veined length, water dripping down to his balls. he bucks wildly, a strangled scream ripping from his throat, the shock of temperature making his cock pulse.

“y/n! that’s- fuck, so cold”, he says, whimpering and moaning, “please, i-i need you, i can’t take this anymore”

you pull the ice out with your tongue, letting it drop to the side, almost fully melted now, and finally, you wrap your lips around his cock, taking him as deep as you can. han’s back bows off the bed, a loud, broken moan echoing as your mouth takes him, hot and cold and wet after the chill.

you bob your head slowly at first, the salty precum flooding your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, sucking with firm pressure. his hips stutter, trying to thrust, but you pin him down with one hand on his thigh, as the other cups his balls, rolling them gently.

“oh f-fuck, just like that, please… i-i’m so close”, han says, his voice wrecked, his fingers weaving back into your hair.

you take him deeper, relaxing your throat to let the head bump the back, gagging slightly, saliva dripping down his cock, mixing with the remaining oil and water. your room fills with wet, slurping sounds, his moans growing louder, more frantic, as you use your hand too now, twisting it at the base in time with your mouth, pumping what you can’t swallow.

his cock throbs and you feel him swelling, his balls tightening, signaling he’s close. you hum around him, the vibration pulling a shout from his lips and you start sucking harder.

“i’m gonna- fuck, y/n, i’m coming”, han cries, his body tensing before he shatters, hot spurts of cum flooding your mouth as his cock pulses rhythmically.

you swallow around him, milking every drop, not pulling off until he’s spent, twitching oversensitive in your mouth. he collapses against your bed, his chest heaving, a dazed smile breaking through as you release him with a soft pop, licking your lips clean while he watches you, utterly and completely wrecked.

you move to kiss him, your breasts brushing against his damp skin as your lips find his. the kiss starts soft, a gentle press to coax him back from the haze of his orgasm, but it deepens quickly, his tongue sliding lazily against yours, tasting himself in your mouth. you pull back just enough to look at him, watching the flush fade slowly from his skin.

“that was…”, he says, his voice still broken, “amazing, really. you weren’t joking when you said you were in charge”

the words send a warm thrill through you and you capture his lips again, your body settling half over his as his cock twitches softly against your thigh even in its softening state, spent but still sensitive.

han’s hands wander then, sliding down your body, and that’s when he realises the lace is still hugging your body. one of his hands moves to cup your breast through the lace, his thumb circling your nipple until it peaks hard against it.

“fuck, you’re still in this… let me take care of you now, baby”, he says, shifting beneath you as if to flip your positions, his other hand dipping towards the edge of your panties, his fingers brushing the damp lace teasingly close to where you ache.

but you catch his wrist like you did before, shaking your head with a soft smile, your voice a sultry murmur against his ear.

“no, jisung. i told you today is all about you boys. you can return the favor another day, i’ll hold you to it”

he protests at first, his brows furrowing in that adorable pouty way of his, his free hand squeezing your ass as he tries to tug you closer.

“come on, baby, that’s not fair… i want to taste you, make you come on my tongue until you’re shaking”

his words are hot, his begging making your core clench with need, but you hold your ground, pressing a quick peck to his lips, your eyes locking with his in a silent command. he nods, accepting your words with a dramatic sigh that then turns into a chuckle.

“okay, fine, but you owe me”

you laugh softly and then he pulls you in for one last kiss, deep and lingering, his lips molding to yours with a sweetness that belies the raw passion from moments ago. when he finally breaks away, he sits up reluctantly, the sheets pooling around his waist, and he reaches for his boxers, sliding them on with a wince at the oversensitivity, the fabric tenting slightly again from your proximity.

when he stands up, he stretches a little, then looks back at you with that familiar mischievous sparkle.

“you sure you’re ready for the next one? don’t want me sticking around to chase him off so you can have another round with me?”, his tone is light, teasing, but there’s a flicker of possessive care in his eyes, a subtle check-in that makes your heart flutter.

you laugh softly from the bed, watching him before you speak, “go, jisung”

he chuckles, shaking his head as he walks to the door, “good luck to them, they’re gonna need it”

he blows you a kiss before he slips out the door, clicking it shut behind him. you sink back into the pillows, your body humming with unspent desire as you wait, the lace clinging to your skin as a reminder of what’s happened and what’s to come, anticipation building for the next boy to walk through the door.

you stay like that for a while, stretched out as your sheets brush against your skin. every sound outside your room makes your pulse jump just a little. distant voices, footsteps in the hallway, someone laughing somewhere down the dorm.

and then, you hear it. slow footsteps, pausing just outside your door, and a soft knock on your door. before you can answer, the handle turns and the door opens.

jeongin peeks in first, his familiar smile already there, bright and warm, his eyes lighting up the second he sees you on the bed. he slips inside and closes the door behind him quietly.

“hey”, he says softly, his voice a little lower than usual.

you shift slightly on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows, letting your gaze travel over him. he looks at you and then his eyes widen slightly in surprise, probably at the fact that you’re not naked yet. he’s only in his boxers, and his hair is a little messy, his shoulders relaxed - but there’s something different today.

he isn’t fidgeting, he isn’t avoiding your eyes like he does when he comes in, before he stops controlling himself. he’s looking right at you, confident and steady, almost challenging. he starts walking towards you without hesitation, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“so… my turn, huh?”, he says.

he sits down on the bed, close enough that you can feel his warmth, his knee brushing yours. when he looks at you now, there’s no trace of the shy boy who usually comes in all nervous and flustered.

this jeongin looks ready, ready to take control and make you melt. and normally, that would have worked. normally, you would have felt weak under his gaze, soaking and dripping. but not today, today is your day.

he leans in, his hand resting on your thigh, and his voice drops when he speaks again.

“you’ve been busy here”, he says.

you smile as you sit up fully now, then close the distance between you, getting on your knees next to him. your fingers trail lazy over his arms, before you move them to trace lazy patterns on his chest.

“busy?”, you say, “yeah, you could say that. but jeongin… i know you were listening out there, just like last time”

his breath hitches, just barely. you lean in closer, until your lips are near his ear, your voice low and teasing.

“but don’t get the wrong idea, innie”

he turns his head slightly, his eyes darkening as he looks at you, “oh?”

you push him back so he’s lying against the pillows and you straddle his hips without putting your weight down yet, keeping just enough space to tease him.

“no, because today”, you whisper, meeting his gaze, “you don’t get to decide anything that happens here”

his eyebrows lift in mock surprise, followed by a grin, “really?”

“mhm”, you nod your head, “i’m in control today”

you take his wrists and guide them above his head, pinning them lightly against the mattress, just like you had done with han before. he laughs under his breath, but there’s heat in his eyes now.

“so that’s how it is?”

“that’s exactly how it is”, you say.

you lean down slowly, stopping just short of his lips, close enough that he can feel your breath against his skin.

“you came in here thinking you were going to do whatever you wanted with me”, you say, “didn’t you?”

he swallows, “... maybe”

you smirk then finally kiss him. your mouth moves against his setting the pace, daring him to keep up with you. he responds instantly, his lips parting, kissing you back with growing intensity, a groan leaving his throat before he can stop it. you can feel his hands twitching in your grip.

“y/n…”, he says against your mouth.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining with mischief.

“remember, innie”, you whisper, “my rules”

he swallows again, the look on his face helpless, “yeah, your rules”

you close the distance again, your lips crashing with a hunger that matches the fire building in your core. jeongin’s kiss is eager, his lips moving against yours with a desperate edge, but you’re the one that controls the pace - slowing when he tries to deepen it, nipping at his lower lip to draw a sharp gasp from him.

you shift your hips forward, grinding against the growing bulge in his boxers. the friction sends sparks through you, and you can feel yourself soaking through the lace as you rock in deliberate circles against his cock. he groans into your mouth, his body arching up to chase the pressure, his cock hardening with each roll of your hips.

“fuck, y/n”, he moans between kisses, his voice already ragged.

you break the kiss only to trail your mouth along his jaw, sucking lightly at the skin there, marking him with a faint red bloom that makes him whimper under you.

“that’s it, innie”, you say, “can you feel how wet i am? it’s because you’re being such a good boy for me”

he nods frantically, his eyes locked on yours with a mix of submission and fire. you grind harder now, the lace dragging over your sensitive folds, and then you lean down to capture his mouth again.

you release his wrists just long enough to hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. he lifts his hips to help you, a soft whine escaping him as you tug the fabric down his thighs, freeing his cock. jeongin reaches for you immediately, his hands going to the straps of your bra, his fingers fumbling to slide them down your shoulder, eager to free your breasts.

“no”, you say, catching his hands and pushing them back to the mattress, “you don’t get to touch me today, not unless i say so”

his brows furrow in protest, but the challenge in his eyes sparks something deeper. when your hands leave his, he tries again, this time aiming for the edge of your panties, his fingers brushing the lace where it clings to your hips.

“come on, y/n, you know you want this”, he says.

and that’s when you move. your hand slides up his chest to wrap around his throat - not hard, just a firm pressure at the sides, your fingers pressing lightly into the soft skin, restricting his breath just enough to make his eyes widen as his pulse races under your palm.

it’s a gentle choke, just a reminder of your control, but one that sends a thrill through both of you without crossing into danger. jeongin’s breath hitches sharply, his body going still beneath you, but his cock throbs visibly, growing impossibly hard now, the top leaking as he stares up at you with dilated pupils.

“behave, jeongin”, you whisper, leaning in so your lips ghost over his, your grip steady but not squeezing, “or i’ll stop everything right now”

he nods quickly, a choked moan bubbling up as you ease the pressure just a fraction, rewarding him with a kiss. your free hand drifts lower, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and you give him a firm stroke. he breaks the kiss with a loud groan, his head falling back against the pillow as his hips jerk up into your hand.

“oh god, y/n… p-please, more", he begs you, his voice breaking as his hands fist the sheets instead of reaching for you.

you pump him steadily now as your other hand stays at his neck, holding him in place, the light pressure making every sensation sharper for him - his breaths coming in shallow pants, his moans spilling freely as you lean down to nip at his earlobe.

“look at you, completely broken under me already”, you praise him, speeding your strokes just enough to make his thighs tremble, “you’re such a good boy, innie, i love hearing you begging for more”

he whimpers at your words, his eyes squeezing shut, as his cock pulses in your hand, precum slicking your fingers, his body arching to chase the building pleasure.

“fuck, i’m- y/n, it’s too good, o-oh fuck”, he gasps, his voice strained, his hips thrusting erratically into your hand now, and you can see he’s on the edge of breaking down.

his hands grip the sheets even tighter, a desperate whine escaping his mouth as he chases his orgasm, begging incoherently, the words escaping his mouth before he even realises he’s talking.

“p-please, let me come, i-i need it, please, y/n”, he begs you.

but just as his moans peak, his body tensing, you release him entirely. your hand pulls away, leaving his cock untouched and straining, the orgasm that was seconds away completely denied for now.

jeongin cries out in frustration, a broken sound that mixes agony and need, his hips bucking uselessly into empty space as the peak fades, leaving him throbbing and aching. you’ve done this, he’s like this because of you, and you have to fight yourself not to come from that thought alone.

you lean back, straddling his hips, your panties soaked and clinging to your folds as you press lightly against him, feeling the heat from his skin.

“i’m not sure you deserve to come yet, innie”, you say, your voice low and teasing, tracing a finger down his chest to circle his nipple without touching it fully, “you tried to touch me even after i told you not to, and you know good boys wait for permission”

jeongin shakes his head weakly, his hands unclenching from the sheets to reach towards you before he catches himself and drops them back.

“no, y/n, please… i-i’ll be good, i promise you, i’ll be a good boy for you”

you tilt your head, feigning consideration as you rock your hips once more, letting the soaking lace brush against him, the friction making your clit throb. his gaze drops to where you're grinding and he swallows hard, his cock jerking at the sight.

“oh yeah? how good, innie? tell me”

he bites his lip, a whimper escaping him as he fights himself to keep his hands still and not come.

“i’ll… i’ll do whatever you want, i won’t touch you unless you tell me to. i’ll beg you, let you do whatever you want with me, but please, please y/n, let me be your good boy”

you lean forward, brushing your breasts against his chest, and he arches up instinctively, seeking more contact.

“that’s better”, you whisper, your breath hot against his ear before your tongue traces his earlobe. then you move your head to hover your lips over his, “prove it one more time, innie, say you’re my good boy”

“i’m your good boy”, he says, “only yours, y/n. please…”

satisfied, you close the distance, crashing your lips against his. your tongue slides into his mouth, dominating him as he moans into you. you kiss him hard, sucking on his lower lip before pulling back just enough to whisper against it.

“good boy, innie, you can get your reward now”

jeongin nods his head frantically, a whine vibrating in his throat as you move down his body. you settle between his thighs, your breath ghosting over his flushed cock. he watches you as his hands fist the sheets again to keep himself from grabbing your hair.

without warning, you lean in and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently at first. jeongin lets out a loud moan, his head thrown back as his hips twitch upwards.

“fuck, y/n… oh god, your mouth”, he groans, his voice breaking on the words.

you take more of him in, your tongue swirling around his cock as you bob your head slowly and your hands wrap around the base. he bucks into your mouth, but you press a hand to his hip, pinning him down.

“stay still”, you say around his cock, the vibration making him cry out.

“s-sorry”, he says, his thighs trembling under your touch.

you suck harder, taking him deeper until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. your lips stretch around his cock, your tongue flicking relentlessly at the sensitive spot just below the tip. his moans grow even louder, filling your room as his body tenses.

“y/n… shit, i’m gonna… your tongue, p-please don’t s-stop”, he begs you again.

you hum in response, the sound sending jolts through him and then you speed up. his cock throbs against your tongue, swelling as he nears the edge.

“fuck, f-fuck, i-i’m coming-”, he chokes out and then before he can get more words out, he spills into your mouth, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat.

you swallow around him, his moans turning into broken sobs. his hips stutter under your grip, but you hold him steady, sucking until he’s spent, whimpering under you. you pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you crawl back up his body. jeongin’s chest rises and falls, his face flushed and dazed as he looks at you.

you cup his jaw and kiss him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. he kisses you back eagerly, moaning into your mouth. when you break apart, he blinks up at you, a lazy grin now tugging at his lips despite the exhaustion.

“i’m not sure how i’m supposed to leave your room after this”, he says, his voice still rough from all the moans and whimpers, “my legs feel like jelly. you’ve ruined me, y/n”

you laugh softly as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, “that was the point, innie”

you lean in for another quick kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away completely. he sighs contentedly, sitting up slowly with a wince as his cock brushes the sheets. he reaches for his boxers, sliding them up his legs with careful movements as he stands up.

“you sure you don’t want me to do anything? i could have you begging and screaming in one minute, you know”, he says, teasing you as he stares at the wet spot between your legs, there’s no need to hide anymore.

“i’m sure, innie, but save all that begging and screaming for the next time, okay?”

you reach for his hand and pull him into one last kiss before he leaves your room.

“see you later, okay? don’t wear yourself out too much without me”, he says against your lips.

you smirk, giving his ass a playful squeeze through the fabric, “don’t worry, i won’t”

he laughs and then heads to the door, glancing back at you with a smile on his face as he slips out of your room. you stay still for a few moments after the door closes, a soft smile lingering on your lips despite the ache between your legs.

eventually, you stand up and walk to one of your drawers, the one that is on the wall next to the bed. you look at the mirror there, your reflection meeting you instantly. the lace clings to your skin, the panties showing how desperate you are but how good you’re feeling. your hair is messy and your lips swollen from all the kissing and biting. you can see faint marks already forming on your skin, evidence of what you’ve been doing.

you tilt your head, turning slightly, inspecting yourself from different angles, and you smile at the sight. you look at the drawer and make sure everything is ready and exactly where it should be. and just as you are about to go back to bed, you hear the door opening and closing again.

you turn around and find hyunjin standing inside your room in his boxers, his eyes fixed on you.

“wow, okay”, he says, his voice low and a bit surprised, “you’re… wearing too many clothes”

you laugh quietly, walking towards him, “yeah, i’m getting that a lot today. is that a complaint?”

“absolutely not”, he says, his lips curving into a grin, “but i wasn’t expecting to find you like this and now i just… i need to prepare myself”

you stop in front of him, close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin.

“for what?”, you tease.

“to lose all control with you”, he says.

your fingers brush over his chest, before hooking lightly into the waistband of his boxers.

“good”, you whisper, “that’s exactly what i want”

his breath stutters and he reaches out, his hands settling on your hips and before he can even answer, you kiss him. it’s slow at first, teasing, testing how far you can push him. but he kisses you back immediately, his hands tightening on your hips as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer. your fingers slide up into his hair, gripping gently, making him moan against your mouth.

“y/n…”, he groans.

you pull back just enough to look at him.

“shh, quiet now”, you whisper.

with a firm push, you guide him backwards until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed. he lets you, his eyes never leaving yours. you push him again so he lies back against the pillows, looking up at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted.

you climb over him smoothly, straddling his hips, placing your hands on either side of his shoulders.

“you comfy?”, you ask him, with a teasing and soft smile on your face.

he laughs and places his hands on your waist again.

“oh, i already know i’m gonna love this”, he says, a teasing smile on his face.

you lean down again, capturing his lips in another kiss, you completely in control as you settle on top of him, letting him know exactly whose rules you’re playing by today. your tongue traces his mouth until he opens his lips for you with a low hum. his hands slide up your sides, his fingers splaying over the lace on your skin.

you shift your weight, setting fully onto his lap now, the thin barrier of your panties pressing against the growing hardness in his boxers. the friction is immediate, a delicious drag that makes your clit pulse as you rock your hips forward. hyunjin breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale, his head tipping back, exposing his throat so you can see his adam’s apple bob.

“fuck, y/n”, he moans, his fingers twitching against your skin.

you trail your hands down his chest, your nails scraping lightly over his nipples, drawing another moan from deep in his chest. you grind again, slower this time, circling your hips to feel every inch of his cock thickening beneath you, the precum already dampening the fabric.

your own arousal is soaking through the lace, making the slides slick and teasing, your folds parting around his cock without him entering you, just enough pressure to make you both gasp and almost lose control.

“you feel that?”, you whisper, leaning down to suck a mark into his collarbone, your teeth grazing his skin, “how wet i am?”

he nods frantically and you capture his mouth again. each roll of your hips has him bucking up, chasing the heat of your cunt through the layers, his cock throbbing against your core, the tip of his cock nudging your clit on every press. moans vibrate between you - his muffled into your mouth, yours spilling out when you pull back for air, only to dive in again, biting his lip hard enough to make him whimper.

suddenly, hyunjin sits up, your thighs around his waist as you straddle his lap. his arms wrap loosely around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. you kiss him deeper again, one hand grabbing his hair to tilt his head back but your hips don’t stop moving, grinding down relentlessly, the position letting you feel him fully.

the sensation builds fast, you’re already soaking and overstimulated from your previous rounds with the other boys. hyunjin’s hands roam your back but he doesn’t try to strip you, he seems to know he’s under your rules today.

you pull back just enough to speak, your lips brushing his as you keep the slow, torturous grind going - forward and back, feeling every vein pulse under your clothes.

“i want you to paint me, hyunjin”, you say, your eyes locking on his now wide ones, “draw something for me”

he freezes for a split second, his grinding faltering as surprise flickers across his face, his pupils blowing wider.

“now?”, he asks you, his voice strained, his hands tightening on your hips like he’s imagining it already - brushes, paints, his hands drawing your body in strokes of red and blue, turning you into art.

you shake your head, smirking as you roll your hips harder, pressing your clit right against the head of his cock, making him hiss.

“later, after i’m done with you”, you say, leaning in to nip his earlobe.

he groans deeply, his head dropping to your shoulder as he kisses the curve of your neck sloppily. he moves his head to kiss you again, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of your head.

“you have no idea”, he says between kisses, his voice breaking on a moan when you grind down particularly hard, “how long i’ve thought about it - painting you naked, drawing every curve, every inch of your skin… fuck, y/n, it’s been driving me crazy”

his words send a fresh wave of heat through you, your cunt clenching around nothing as you imagine it too now. you kiss him again, your tongues sliding together as your hips continue moving. he moans into your mouth, the damp spot on his boxers growing as precum leaks feely now.

“good”, you whisper against his lips, pulling back just enough to make him chase you, his whine desperate, “then this is gonna be easier for you today because i want you to tell me exactly how you’re gonna paint me, describe everything you’re gonna do. but if you stop talking, i will stop, and you won’t come today. do you understand?”

all the while, you don’t let up - you keep grinding your hips, circling to drag your clit over him, then sliding back so the length of his cock presses along your folds, the lace bunching slightly but not enough to give you real relief. hyunjin moans brokenly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as pleasure overwhelms him, his hands gripping your ass to steady himself, his fingers kneading the flesh.

“shit, y/n…”, he gasps, his voice wrecked, leaning in to kiss you again, but you stop him, grabbing his hair and making him look at you, his eyes opening again.

“hyunjin, do you understand?”, you say, your voice firmer now.

“fuck y-yeah, i understand”, he groans in frustration.

“come on, start talking”

“i-i’d start with your legs”, he begins, his words tumbling out as you reward him with a firm press, your cunt grinding down hard enough to make your body almost explode, “soft strokes to… to paint your delicate body, and i would use different colours, like… red for example”

he tries to keep talking but a moan cuts him off when you speed up, the slick sounds filling the room.

“t-then i would paint your hips, a-and maybe i could do it as if my fingers were there, tracing your curves…”

you kiss him then, your tongue mimicking the strokes he describes as your bodies move together. you break the kiss, and you look at him, waiting for him to continue.

“y-your breasts next, purple and blue, your nipples peaked and coloured, as if i had been kissing and biting and licking them”

another groan rips from him, deeper, as you feel him throb harder, so close to the edge from teasing alone. but then his words falter, trailing into a whine instead of talking, so you grab a fistful of his hair again, yanking his head back sharply to force his gaze up to yours again. strands of his hair slip through your fingers, his scalp tingling from the pull, his neck arched beautifully as he gasps.

“don’t stop, hyunjin”, you say, your voice low and commanding, your hips stopping just enough to make him ache, the denial both sharp and sweet.

his eyes meet yours, wild and pleading, his lips parted on a desperate breath. he nods his head quickly.

“y-yes, fuck, yes, sorry”, he says and leans in, trying to kiss you again, his body trembling with need as he chases the kiss, the friction, anything you’ll give him.

you kiss him back and then break the kiss to lean in closer, your lips brushing his ear as you whisper.

“i’m gonna give you an incentive to keep talking, hyunjin”

his breath hitches, his eyes darkening further as you slide your hands down his chest, your fingers dipping under the waistband of his boxers. you tug them down and he helps you, lifting both of your bodies until you free his cock. you resettle on his lap, your lace now the only barrier between your soaked folds and his bare skin.

his cock slaps against his stomach, hot and heavy, and you grind down immediately. the direct contact makes him buck up sharply, a moan escaping him as the head of his cock catches on your clit through the thin material, sending sparks through both of you.

“f-fuck, y/n”, he says, his hands flying to your hips.

your folds part around him through the lace, coating his cock in your wetness as you rock forward.

“keep talking”, you say as you lean down, your lips finding the spot below his ear.

you suck there, your tongue flicking out to taste the sweat on his skin, while your hips circle slowly, grinding your clit along his cock. he shudders beneath you, one hand sliding up your back under the lace of your bra, while the other kneads your ass, pulling you down harder against him.

“i’d… use gold on… on your collarbone, dripping down to your breasts, mixing with the purple and blue there”, his hands roam greedily now, one cupping your breast through the lace, his thumb circling your nipple, pinching lightly to make you gasp against his neck.

you bite down there in response, marking his throat with your teeth. you haven’t come yet, you’ve been edging yourself all the time, denying yourself of everything your body is making you feel, telling yourself it’s all about them today - but the truth is, you don’t know if you can keep doing this much longer.

he pinches your nipple again and you moan loudly into his ear, nipping his lobe before licking a stripe up to his jaw. your hips pick up speed, grinding faster now as his cock throbs against you, the tip leaking more precum that smears across your stomach when you lean forward.

“yes, hyunjin, keep talking”, you praise him, your lips trailing to his other ear, sucking it while one of your hands threads into his hair, tugging to keep his head tilted.

his hands are everywhere now - sliding up to squeeze your breasts fully, rolling your nipples between his fingers through the lace, making you whimper as you grind down harder, your thighs trembling around him. his other hand grips one of your thighs, pulling you open so he can feel more of you, his thumb pressing into the skin there.

he groans deeply, his hips jerking up, chasing the friction as you slide back, letting his cock drag along your folds again, the lace bunching slightly to expose more of your wetness directly on him.

“and t-then your cunt… oh f-fuck, i’d paint it in deep silver and black, elegant and beautiful, marking where i want to fuck you”, he says, his voice broken, his breath coming in pants against your shoulder as you kiss down his neck.

“that’s it, hyunjin, you’re doing so good, making me so wet with your words. keep talking”, you say, your lips sealing over his adam’s apple before you bite there, while your hand joins his on your breast, guiding him to pinch harder.

his body tenses, his moans turning into desperate whines as your grinding turns frantic, his cock pulsing under you.

“god, y/n… i-i’d finish with your lips, red, like, fuck… like i-i’ve been kissing them all night, and then… then come on them, m-marking you with my cum and- oh fuck”

he trails off into a broken cry and that’s it, his control shatters. his cock jerks hard against your covered cunt, the first hot spurt of cum shooting up to splatter across your stomach, dripping down your skin. he comes hard, completely destroyed, his body convulsing under you, holding you down as he empties himself.

you ride out his orgasm with slow rolls of your hips, feeling the last twitches of his cock against you, the mess slicking everything between your bodies. when he finally falls against your bed, you lean down to kiss him, your lips tender now, your tongues lazy as you feel him moaning against your mouth one more time.

“so good for me, hyunjin”, you say between kisses, grinding just a little more to draw out an oversensitive whimper from him.

you pull back, admiring the wrecked flush on his face and the bite marks blooming on his neck - you could say he’s not the only artist in the group.

finally, you lift off him carefully, standing on shaky legs as his cum cools on your skin, sticky trails running down your stomach and thighs. he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, still catching his breath, as you turn towards the drawer from before, the one you were standing in front of when he first came into your room.

you pick something up, your fingers closing around it but he can’t see what it is from the bed. hyunjin sits up slowly behind you, grabbing his boxers and sliding them back on with a wince, the fabric still tenting slightly.

“wait”, you say, turning back with a sly smile, and he can see the mysterious object is your phone, “i already edited and cut it so you have your part only, i just sent it to you”

he pauses his movements, his brows furrowing in confusion, “what do you mean?”

you step closer, holding up the screen so he can see - a video, timestamped just now.

“i’ve been recording everything today”, you say, your voice teasing and low, you free hand trailing a finger through the cum on your stomach, smearing it absently, “i wanted you to have some… visual help or inspiration, whatever you needed so you could paint me better. i didn’t know when your turn would be so i just recorded everything until now, so… there you go, you can thank me later”

his eyes widen, a flush creeping back up his neck as he looks at your phone, the realisation hitting him. he shifts uncomfortably, and you can see it - the way his boxers start to tighten again, his cock stirring at the thought of watching it back, reliving you dominating him until he exploded.

“shit, y/n… you-”, he stammers, his hand adjusting himself instinctively, but the need wins out, so he stands up quickly and starts walking towards the door, “i… i have to go. like, right now”

you laugh softly, watching as he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush, the door clicking shut behind him as he bolts down the hall, the voices of the others getting louder as they ask him where he’s going so fast, eager to lock himself away and stroke to the video of you until he comes again.

you move back to your bed, lying down as his cum still dries in sticky trails across your skin. you feel the weight of it all, the endless teasing from the boys building like a storm inside you, but you haven’t shattered yet.

no release, just this throbbing ache that pulses with every breath, your clit begging for friction, your cunt clenching around nothing.

you lie back on the sheets, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the next one. but the truth is, you’re on fire, your nerves at your limit from holding back. you had been so close with hyunjin, you had been close to letting go, but you kept telling yourself it’s about them, and now it's unraveling you.

your body is screaming for relief and you can’t take it anymore.

your hand drifts up first, your fingers pinching your nipple through the lace, the sharp twist sending a jolt straight to your cunt. you gasp, your back arching off the bed as the sensation blooms. your other hand slides down your body, tracing the cooling paths of hyunjins’s cum before dipping between your thighs. you press two fingers against your clit over the lace, circling slowly at first, the pressure immediate and electric.

the lace is completely soaked, slick with your arousal and his release, and it drags deliciously as you rub harder and faster. moans spill from your lips, low and needy at first, then louder, echoing in your room as you chase the edge you’ve been denying yourself. your cunt is soaked, your arousal leaking out to darken the fabric further, and you spread your legs wider, your knees falling open as your fingers push the fabric aside to tease your clit, feeling your own slick on your fingers.

that’s how chan finds you, your door creaking open as he slips inside, closing it softly behind him with a click that snaps through the haze of your pleasure.

you freeze, one hand still on your breast, the other with your fingers pressed against your clit, your breaths ragged as your eyes lock on his. he stands there in the doorway in just his boxers, confusion etching his features as he takes in the scene - you splayed out on the bed, your lingerie disheveled and soaking, your hands blatantly working yourself over.

“w-what?”, he says, his voice low with surprise, his gaze flicking from your flushed face to your fingers pressed into the lace between your legs, then up to the cum-streaked skin on your stomach.

his cock twitches visibly in his boxers, the outline hardening as he processes it all.

“you’re still… like this? and you’re…”, he continues but then stops.

you bite your lip, a fresh wave of heat flooding you at being caught, making you even wetter, your clit pulsing under your fingers.

“i haven’t come yet”, you tell him, your hand giving your nipple one last squeeze, before sliding down to join the other at your core, “i want to destroy you guys today, make you feel good, just like you do with me. but fuck, chris, i-i can’t take it anymore. i’m so close every time but i hold back and now… it’s killing me”

his eyes darken, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he steps forward, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and shoving them down in one fluid motion. his cock springs free, thick and heavy, already fully hard. he kicks his boxers aside, climbing onto your bed at the foot, his knees sinking into the mattress as he positions himself between your spread legs.

his hands reach for your thighs, his palms sliding up your skin, wanting to part them wider, wanting to dive in to give you what you want, what you need.

but you stop him, your foot pressing gently but firmly against his chest, stopping his advance. chan pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion again, his cock straining towards you.

“y/n? let me help you, i’ll make you come, you know i will”

you give him a sly smile, the power shift thrilling through the ache in your body, your fingers moving again over your clit, making you hiss at the slow circles you’re tracing.

“No, not yet. i want you to enjoy the show first, chris. watch me, see how desperate i am for it”

your words drip with tease, your hips rolling up into your hand as you move one of your hands to pinch your nipple again, harder this time, the lace scraping against your skin.

he settles back on his knees, his eyes glued to your movements, his chest rising and falling faster. one hand drifts down instinctively, wrapping around his cock, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip, smearing the precum over it with his thumb. a soft moan escapes him but you shake your head, your voice firm even as your own pleasure builds again.

“no, you can’t touch yourself, chris. not until i come. you can only watch”

chan’s hand stops, a frustrated groan building in his throat, but he obeys, releasing his cock to let it stand rigid and untouched, twitching against his abs. his gaze burns into you, tracking every circle of your fingers, every arch of your back as you moan louder. your hand tugs the cup of your bra, exposing one nipple and you roll it between your fingers, gasping as sparks shoot to your core.

your clit throbs under the wet lace, the fabric so saturated it’s like second skin. chan’s breaths come heavy, his hands fisting the sheets beside him, his cock leaking steadily now as he fights the urge to stoke himself, completely captivated by you.

“are you enjoying the show, chris?”

“f-fuck, you have no idea how hot this is, y/n”, he says, his voice broken.

“oh, good, but i think i’m gonna give you a better show”

with a wicked grin, you hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties, lifting your hips to peel them down slowly, deliberately. the lace drags over your soaked cunt, strings of arousal connecting it to your folds as you slide it off your thighs, baring yourself completely.

your cunt glistens, your folds puffy and soaking, your clit peeking out swollen and begging. next, you reach behind your back, unhooking your bra with a snap, shrugging the straps off your shoulders and tossing it away. your breasts spill free, your nipples impossibly hard. you cup them both now, your thumbs flicking over your nipples before one of your hands dives back between your legs, your fingers parting your folds to circle your bare clit directly - skin on slick skin, the sensation so raw and intense it makes you cry out as fresh wetness coats your fingers again.

“o-oh, chris, fuck, this feels so good”, you say as your fingers glide through your slick folds, parting them easily as you sink two fingers inside you, making chan’s eyes widen further.

you curl them upwards, stroking that sensitive spot inside while your thumb presses firm circles on your clit, a moan ripping from your throat. you pinch one of your nipples, the pleasure coiling tighter in your stomach.

chan’s still on his knees at the foot of your bed, his cock throbbing untouched as he watches every thrust of your fingers, every roll of your hips.

“fuck, y/n, this is so hot”, he says, his gaze locked on where your hand disappears inside you, “look at you, fingering that pretty cunt. god, i could watch you all night, pretty girl”

his words wash over you like fuel, your walls clenching around your fingers as you move them faster. you spread your legs wider, your knees bent and your feet planted on the bed, giving him a full view of your cunt, your juices coating your hand up to the wrist.

you whimper, your head falling back against the pillows as the pressure builds, your clit pulsing under your thumb.

“chris… keep talking”, you say, your hand squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple until it stings.

he leans forward slightly, the muscles in his arms flexing, “you’re killing me, baby, you’re dripping. you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, all spread out and fucking yourself. let me see you come, please”

his praise hits you hard, your fingers moving deeper and faster, the heel of your palm grinding against your clit now as you chase your edge, the one you had been denying for so long. your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your breaths come in short pants as your orgasm finally breaks.

“chris- oh god-”, you cry out, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash through you, your cunt spasming around your fingers, your wetness soaking your hand and the sheets beneath as you squirt.

you ride it out, your hips bucking, your moans turning into sobs of relief as the tension finally shatters, leaving you trembling and spent.

slowly, you pull your fingers free, your cunt still twitching with aftershocks, slick coating them thickly. you bring one of your fingers to your lips, your eyes locking with chan’s as you slide it into your mouth, sucking it clean with a deliberate swirl of your tongue as you moan again. his breath hitches, his cock twitching at the sight, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“fuck, y/n…”

you move then, pushing up onto your knees in front of him, the mattress dipping under your weight. you hold out your hand, your other finger still glistening with your cum and you press it to his lips.

“Lick it”, you tell him.

he doesn’t hesitate – his mouth opens, his tongue darting out to lap at your finger, sucking it deep with a hungry moan. his eyes are half-lidded and the warmth of his mouth sends fresh sparks through you.

the moment he releases your finger with a pop, you crash your lips against his in a hard, demanding kiss. your tongues tangle immediately, your own taste shared between you as you devour each other, your hands grabbing his hair to pull him closer.

chan’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling your naked body flushed against his, his hard cock trapped between you, smearing precum across your skin. the kiss only breaks for gasps of air, but you dive back in, biting his lower lip, sucking on his tongue until he’s groaning into your mouth.

“touch me, y/n- please”, he begs against your lips, his voice breaking with need as his hips grind forward, “i’m so hard from watching you, i need you so bad”

you smile into the kiss, one hand trailing down his chest, your nails scraping over his abs before wrapping around his cock. you stroke him once, slow and firm, your thumb swiping over the head to spread the precum. he bucks into your grip, a sharp hiss escaping him as you pump him again, feeling him throb in your palm.

“remember, chris, i’m the one in control today”, you tell him between kisses.

“yes- fuck, whatever you say, but, p-please, y/n”

you stop your hand and move back a bit before you lean down. your lips brush the head of his cock before you take it into your mouth, your tongue flat against it as you suck him deep. chan threads his fingers through your hair, holding you as you bob your head.

you take him further with each pass, relaxing your throat until your nose brushes his pelvis, the musky taste of him filling your senses. your hand cups his balls, rolling them gently as you hum around this cock, the vibration drawing a loud moan from him.

“yes- fuck, y/n, this feels so good, your mouth is amazing”, chan says, his hips twitching forward as you set a steady rhythm, your saliva dripping down his cock to ease your movements.

you try to look up at him through your lashes, watching his face contort in pleasure, his chest heaving as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. he swells thicker in your mouth, the veins of his cock pulsing against your lips and you can tell he’s close because his breaths are ragged and his grip is tightening in your hair.

“f-fuck, i’m… y/n, fuck, i’m gonna come”, he moans, trying to move his hips before your hand stops him.

just as his moans pitch higher, he tugs you up by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock with a wet pop. he crashes his lips to yours again, the kiss completely messy and desperate, your tongues sliding together as he tastes himself in your mouth.

your hand replaces your mouth, wrapping around his cock to stoke him fast and tight, twisting at the tip to rub your thumb over it, making him lose control.

“come for me, chris, be a good boy, you know you want to”, you say against his mouth, nipping at his lip.

he groans deeply, his body shuddering as his orgasm hits him - hot spurts of cum filling your fist, coating your fingers and dripping down onto the bed. he moans into the kiss, the sound muffled and raw, his hips jerking with each pulse until he’s spent, slumping against you.

you milk him through it, slowing your strokes until he twitches sensitively, then release him, your hand sticky with his cum. chan pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, your breaths mingling together as he catches his breath.

“that was… incredible”, he says, his voice hoarse.

you smirk, licking a stipe up your cum covered fingers before wiping the rest on the sheets.

“yes, but next time we do this, i want you with your head between my legs and then inside me, you know i love it when you do that”

he chuckles breathlessly, his eyes darkening as he leans in for another kiss.

“deal, i promise you i’ll make you come so many time you will beg me to stop”

“oh, i don’t think i will ever want you to stop, believe me”, you say, biting your lip already thinking about it.

he slides off the bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor and tugging them on, his cock still semi-hard and outlined against the fabric. with a lingering glance at your naked body, he heads to the door, pausing to speak before he leaves.

“rest up, you still have four more”, he says and with that, he leaves your room, the door clicking shut behind him.

you collapse back onto the bed, your skin cooling in the air as the afterglow settles over you like a blanket. your body feels a bit calmer, the relentless ache finally eased by your orgasm, your muscles lax and satisfied.

but as you lie there, thinking about chan and the rest of the boys, traces of arousal stir again and your cunt clenches faintly, a fresh trickle of wetness between your thighs, a reminder that the day isn’t over yet.

a soft knock breaks the silence and before you can answer, the door opens again.

felix steps inside, already smiling when he sees you stretched out on your bed. he closes the door behind him gently and walks over without hesitation, dropping down beside you and propping himself up on one elbow so he can look at you properly.

“wow”, he says, his eyes scanning you with admiration and desire, “i have to say, you’re surprisingly put together”

you turn your head towards him, raising an eyebrow.

“is that supposed to be an insult, lixie?”

he laughs.

“no, no. i just mean-”, he gestures at you vaguely, “i think i’m the fifth one today, and i was fully expecting you to be like… i don’t know, completely wrecked and ruined by now”

you smile at that, slow and knowing, and you shift a little closer to him.

“mhm, maybe, that would have been the case any other day, yeah”

“any other day?”, he says, amused, “okay, now i’m curious”

you roll onto your side to face him, resting your head against your arm.

“i’ve only come once today”, you tell him, a sly smirk on your face, “just before, actually. with my own fingers, while chan was watching me”

his eyes widen for a second before a moan escapes his mouth at the thought.

“wait- seriously? did you let him watch you?”

you nod, “i didn’t just let him watch me, i told him to”

“why would you do that to the poor guy?”, he says, closing his eyes as another moan escapes him, “that’s like… one of the hottest things you could ever do, i don’t know how he survived it”

“don’t worry, lixie, i can let you watch me another day if you want”, you say as you reach out, your fingers brushing over his chest.

“f-fuck, i know i would not survive that, y/n, i would come as soon as i saw you slipping one finger inside you”, he says, looking at you again, his eyes going from your eyes to your body, his cock twitching under his boxers.

your fingers move slowly from his chest to his waist, as you trace the edge of his boxers in a teasing way.

“mhm, but do you know why i did that?”, you ask him and he shakes his head, waiting for you to continue, “i did it because today isn’t about me, it’s about you guys, you following my rules”

he swallows before he speaks.

“so…”, he says, watching your hand, "we just have to… let you do whatever you want with us?”

he then meets your eyes and you nod once, biting your lip.

“exactly”

he studies your face for a moment before he speaks, “okay, i’m definitely not complaining about that”

“good”, you whisper as you shift closer, closing the last bit of space between you, your knee brushing his leg, “because i have plans for you”

“i like the sound of that”, he says.

you lean in then, capturing his lips in a slow and deliberate kiss, setting the tone. his lips part immediately, your tongue sliding in and exploring, tasting the faint sweetness of his breath as you deepen it. you control the pace, tilting his head back slightly with a hand on his jaw, your tongue stroking his as he hums softly against your mouth, his body shifting even closer to yours.

his hands find your waist, his fingers digging in your skin but he waits for your lead, just like you expected him to. you nip at his bottom lip, drawing a quiet gasp from him, and then soothe it with another sweep of your tongue. the kiss grows needier and more desperate, and you can feel his cock twitching subtly against you.

you break away for a moment, your lips brushing his as you speak.

“on your back, lixie”

he complies instantly, rolling onto his back as his eyes lock on yours, dark with anticipation. you straddle him smoothly, your naked cunt settling over his boxers, feeling the stir of his cock hardening under you. the contact sends a spark through you, your slick folds pressing against him as you lean down to capture his mouth again, this time in a hungry kiss.

you grind down once, rolling your hips to drag your core against his growing bulge, and he moans into the kiss, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. his thumbs start brushing your nipples, but you grab his wrists and pin them above his head with one hand.

“i didn’t say you could touch me, felix”, you whisper against his lips, nipping at them sharply, “you have to follow my rules, remember?”

felix nods, breathless, “y-yeah… fuck, yeah, y/n, whatever you want”

his cock throbs under you, straining against his boxers as you release his hands and sit up, your weight pressing him deeper into the mattress. you reach over to the nightstand and grab the bottle of chocolate syrup you had prepared earlier just for him, the rich and sweet scent filling the air as you unscrew the cap.

his eyes widen as he sees the bottle, a low groan rumbling from his throat.

“w-what’s that for?”, he asks you, his voice husky, but you can feel his cock jerking under you.

you drizzle a thin line of the syrup across his neck and collarbone, watching it pool slightly against his skin, dark and glossy.

“oh, this?”, you say, letting a drop fall onto his chest, “i’m gonna cover you in it, lixie, drip it all over your body and then lick every inch clean while you squirm for me, begging for more as i drive you crazy, because you’re my sweet boy”

felix’s breath hitches, a deep moan escaping as he arches his neck, trying to see the syrup on his skin.

“oh god, y/n… that’s- fuck, do it. please, i-i want your tongue everywhere. make me beg, i don’t care, just… fuck, do it, please”

you smile, predatory and teasing, and lean in to start at his neck. your tongue flicks out, lapping at the sticky trail just below his jaw, the chocolate mixing with the salt of his skin, making you hum against him. he shudders beneath you, a whine building in his throat as you suck lightly.

“it tastes so good on you, lixie”, you say, your lips brushing his pulse point.

“fuck, y/n”, he groans, his hands grabbing the sheets to keep from grabbing you.

you move lower, pouring more chocolate across his chest. your mouth follows, your tongue licking broad strokes over his skin, savouring the way he trembles. when you reach his nipple, you circle it first with the tip of your tongue, teasing him before you suck it into your mouth, the chocolate smearing as you suck gently.

“fuck, yes - y-your mouth, i-it’s so good… harder, p-please”, felix says as his body arches, his cock grinding against your cunt making you both gasp, your wetness soaking through his boxers now.

“oh, begging already?”, you tease him as you switch to the other nipple, pouring a fresh drop directly onto it before latching on, your teeth grazing just enough to make him cry out.

“oh, f-fuck, y/n, don’t stop… i-it feels amazing”

“relax, lixie, i haven’t even gotten to the best part yet”

you trail your mouth down his chest, licking and biting, your hands pressing his hips down to still his movements. when you reach his stomach, you squeeze the bottle to let a generous line pool there. your tongue dives in, lapping at the sticky sweetness, tracing his skin with slow, torturous strokes. felix’s groans turn into desperate pleas now, his body writing under you.

“y/n, fuck- go lower, please. my cock’s so hard for you. lick it, suck it… whatever, i need your mouth there, please, i’m begging you”

you lift your head, chocolate smeared on your lips, and crawl back up to kiss him deeply. your hand drifts down, your fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers, dipping inside to brush the base of his cock without gripping it.

“not yet, lixie”, you say against his mouth, “i want to enjoy this first, have you to myself”

“i’m yours”, he gasps, kissing you back frantically, his tongue chasing yours, “all yours, y/n. but please… do something, i’ll beg you all day if you want, just… do something, please”

his voice breaks on a whine, his hips bucking into your tracing fingers, the desperation in his please fueling your own arousal as you keep him on the edge. you pull back just enough to look at him and see his pleading eyes, his chest heaving as he looks at you, his lips swollen and parted.

“please, y/n”, he says again, “i can’t take it anymore”

you tilt your head, feigning consideration as you let your thumb brush the base of his cock again, making him buck up with a strangled groan.

“you’re already such a mess for me, lixie”, you murmur, your voice low and sultry now, “but i love hearing you beg, it makes me so wet knowing how desperate you are for me”

“please, don’t tease me anymore, i swear i’ll explode”, his voice breaks as another whine escapes him.

the raw plea in his voice sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs, your cunt clenching around nothing as arousal drips down your legs. you nod slowly, a wicked smile curving your lips.

“alright, lixie, i think you’ve earned it”

you slide down his body, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down, his cock springing free. felix watches you intently, propping himself up on his elbows as you settle between his legs on your knees. you grab the bottle again, squeezing a slow, deliberate drizzle from the base to the tip, watching the dark liquid coat his cock as it mixes with his precum.

“fuck”, he gasps, his cock twitching visibly as he sits up fully now to get a better view, “this is so hot, y/n. do it, please”

you lean in, your breath ghosting over his syrup covered cock before your tongue flicks out to lap at the underside. the flavour explodes in your mouth - sweet chocolate mixed with the musky salt of his precum. you drag your tongue up in a long, flat stroke, swirling around the tip to collect the sweetness pooling there.

felix moans deeply, his head falling back for a second before he forces himself to watch you, one of his hands racing out to gather your hair gently, pushing it aside so he can see your lips stretch around him.

“yes- oh shit, keep going, p-please”, he groans as you take him deeper.

the chocolate smears across your chin as his cock throbs against your tongue, hot and rigid. he keeps your hair in his grip, his eyes locked on the sight of your mouth devouring him.

“y/n, p-please… deeper”

you oblige, relaxing your throat to take him further, gagging as the tip hits the back, your saliva mixing with the sticky sweetness and dripping down his balls. the sounds are obscene - wet slurps and his ragged breaths filling your room - as you pull back, only to go again, your hand wrapping around the base, to stroke what your mouth can’t reach.

after a few more sucks that have him cursing under his breath, you release his cock, strings of saliva and chocolate connecting your lips to his glistening cock. you’re still on your knees with your hand around his cock when you lean closer to him, your mouth chasing his.

“you taste so fucking good, lixie”, you say before you crash your lips against his.

he kisses you back fiercely, “god, y/n… don’t stop touching me, please”

his words vibrate against your lips, and you moan in response, feeling your cunt leaking more of your juices.

“you’re throbbing so hard in my hand”, you say between kisses, “tell me how it feels, lixie”

“i-it feels… amazing, y-you’re amazing, i’m g-going crazy”, he says as his hips thrust into your hand and another moan escapes you both.

you break the kiss to reach for the bottle again, squeezing a line across your breasts, letting it drip over your nipples. the cool liquid makes you shiver, but the ache in your core intensifies, your thighs slick with your own arousal as it trickles down.

“your turn”, you say, guiding his head down with your free hand while the other keeps stroking his cock, “lick it off me, lixie”

felix doesn’t hesitate. his mouth latches onto one breast, his tongue lapping at the syrup and sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing as he cleans every drop, sending jolts straight to your clit.

“so sweet on you”, he mumbles against your skin, switching to the other side, his licks turning sloppy and desperate.

you’re drenched now and you can feel the pressure building low in your stomach one more time, but you hold back again, focusing on him - on the way his cock pulses in your hand, on the way his moans keep getting louder against your skin.

“that’s it, suck harder”, you gasp, arching into his mouth, “you love this, don’t you?”

“fuck, yes- your hand’s perfect and your breasts… i’m close, so fucking close”

his mouth works frantically over your breasts, his tongue swirling and his teeth nipping. you feel him swelling in your hand, and you move your hand faster, twisting at the head. with a muffle cry against your nipple, felix comes hard, his cum shooting from his cock, splattering across your hand and his stomach.

his body shudders, his mouth sucking on your breasts as waves of pleasure crash through him, his hips jerking into your strokes. when he finishes, you release his softening cock, moving your hand to cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

“there you go, lixie, let it all out”, you say against his lips.

he sighs into the kiss, his body going limp against yours as the aftershocks fade, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist.

“holy shit”, he says when you finally part, his forehead resting against yours, “that was… fuck, y/n, you really broke me”

you laugh softly before you press a quick peck to his lips.

“why did you do that? i mean, not that i’m complaining, it was amazing. but why are you doing this today?”

you smile, tracing lazy patterns on his arm as you both catch your breath, the room smelling now of sex and chocolate.

“because every time we’ve done this, you know you and the boys, you’ve always been so focused on me and making me feel good. and today i wanted to change things, be the one that broke all of you, you know?”, you say, kissing his temple, “and you know, you’re my brownie boy… so i thought we could have some sweet time together”

he laughs softly then kisses you quickly again.

“yeah, it was definitely sweet. anytime you want to cover me in that again, just say the word, i’m game. but, seriously, are you okay? i can tell you’re soaking, do you want me to help you?”

“i’m fine, don’t worry”, you admit with a laugh, “i mean i feel like i’m going to explode but that makes it sweeter later, when i come. i think chan will probably be still recovering from the show”

felix laughs with you, a content smile on his face as he steals another kiss, this one soft and lingering, your tongue brushing gently now. you melt into it, your hands roaming his sides, the calm after the storm. his lips taste faintly of chocolate still, and you nip playfully at his bottom one, drawing a tired laugh from him.

after a few more minutes of lazy making out, he pulls back reluctantly, looking at you.

“i should probably head out”, he says, his voice reluctant, “there’s still others waiting, yeah?”

you nod, rolling onto your back beside him, your naked body stretched out on the rumpled sheets, your breasts still shiny from his mouth.

“yeah, go on, you’ve been perfect, lixie, we’ll definitely do this again sometime”

he grins, leaning down for one last peck on your lips before sliding off the bed. his cock hangs soft now as he puts his boxers on again. the fabric clings to his skin, still damp from earlier and he adjusts himself, shooting you an amused look.

“you’re killing me, looking like that, naked in the bed. i wish i could stay and return the favor now”

his eyes roam over your body one more time, lingering on the curve of your hips, the wetness glistening between your thighs, before he straightens up and heads to the door.

“see you later, y/n”, he winks, slipping out quietly, the door clicking shut behind him.

you lie there for a moment, the echo of his presence fading, your body humming with need as you lie in your bed, waiting for the next knock.

there’s a strange kind of confidence humming through you. you’ve watched the boys break under your touch, under your words. you’ve felt their reactions, their shaky breaths, their cocks going hard and leaking just from being with you.

and every time, it’s only made you feel stronger, more in control.

you glance towards the door, half-expecting it to open at any second. some seconds pass and you lie back, your head on your pillows again and then, a soft click as the door opens, then closes again.

you lift your head and see seungmin standing there in his boxers, his eyes already on you. his expression is a mix of curiosity, amusement, and also something more serious that he doesn’t bother hiding - need.

“i have to say”, he says, a smirk tugging at his lips, “you look way too calm for everything we’ve been hearing out there”

you laugh loudly, “i know, are you proud of me?”

he laughs under his breath as he walks closer to your bed, “very proud”

he stops at the edge, looking down at you, and you feel your pulse quickening under his stare.

“so”, he adds quietly, more serious now, “i guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

you tilt your head, meeting his eyes, “mhm, it is, yeah”

seungmin’s gaze drops from your face, trailing down your body sprawled across the sheets. his eyes linger on the curve of your shoulder, the swell of your breasts still heaving slightly, then lower to the dip of your waist and to between your thighs. his gaze goes up again and he pauses there, his smirk fading into a flicker of genuine curiosity as he spots the faint streaks of chocolate smeared across your chest, remnants from felix's eager mouth that hadn’t been fully licked away.

“what’s that?”, he asks you, his voice dropping as his pupils dilate, the fabric of his boxers tenting visibly at the front.

you push yourself up slowly and shift onto your knees on the bed, facing him. you crawl forward a bit, closing the distance until you’re right at the edge, your knees pressing into the mattress as you arch your back just enough to push your breasts closer to him.

“chocolate”, you say, your voice laced with invitation as you trace a finger along one streak, smearing it slightly before lifting your hand to your lips and sucking it clean, “felix licked most of it off while i jerked him off until he came all over my hand, but i think he missed a few spots, and he left me all sticky like this”

seungmin’s breath hitches, his hands flexing at his sides as if fighting the urge to lick it for you. you tilt your head, letting your eyes lock onto his with a teasing glint.

“do you want to clean it up for me, seungmin? be my good puppy and make sure it’s all gone?”

the nickname hits him like a spark, and he nods eagerly, a soft groan escaping his lips at your words.

“fuck, yes- call me that again, please”, he says, his voice rough with need as he closes the gap, his hands grabbing your waist, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you flush against him.

his mouth descends on your breasts without hesitation, his tongue flicking out to lap at the chocolate on your nipple and he starts slow, collecting the sweetness with a hungry swipe.

“good puppy”, you whisper again, threading your fingers through his hair to guide him as he moans deeply against your skin.

his lips seal around your nipple, sucking firmly as his tongue swirls, his teeth biting then, making you moan out loud. he moves to the other breast, his hands sliding up your sides to cup the undersides as he tilts his head to trace a line of chocolate with the tip of his tongue.

he licks in deliberate patterns - circles around the areola, then flicks to catch a stray drop trickling towards your sternum. he then bites down gently on the swell of your breast, sucking the spot later, marking you and drawing another moan from you.

“it tastes so good”, he growls between licks, his cock straining against your thigh as he presses closer, grinding subtly.

his tongue delves into the valley between your breasts, lapping up the last hidden chocolate there, his nose then brushing your nipple as he nuzzles in deeper. you arch into him, the pull of his lips making your clit throb with need.

once your chest is clean, you grip his shoulders and shove him back with a firm push, watching his eyes widen in surprise before he complies, lying in your bed. he moves, settling against the headboard with his legs spread, the outline of his cock clear and leaking a wet spot against his boxers.

you straddle his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, your cunt pressing directly against the thin barrier of his boxers. your slick folds slide over the fabric, coating it with your wetness as you rock your hips. his length twitches beneath you and he lets out a choked whimper, his hands flying to your thighs to hold you against him.

“y/n, shit… you’re so wet”, he says, his eyes half-lidded as you lean in, kissing him.

you grind down harder, your clit dragging along the bulge in his boxers as his hips buck up to meet you. he moans into your mouth, the sound desperate and needy, breaking the kiss to gasp against your lips.

“i can feel how soaked you are, let me do something please”, his words break on another moan as you roll your hips again, your folds parting slightly around the shape of his cock through his boxers.

you kiss him again, nipping at his tongue as you control the pace, your hands braced on his chest to pin him in place.

“not today, puppy”, you say between presses of your lips, feeling him throb against you, “today is about you, and i’m gonna do whatever i want”

“y/n… p-please, i’ll be good for you, please, let me do something”, he pants, his moans muffled as he chases your mouth for another kiss, his tongue licking into you hungrily.

without breaking the kiss, you reach over the nightstand, your breasts brushing his chest as you grab the silk blindfold you had prepared earlier. you pull back from the kiss, dangling it in front of his face with a sly smile. his eyes fixate on the blindfold dangling from your fingers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. you lean in closer, your breath ghosting over his mouth as you speak.

“i’m going to blindfold you now, puppy. i promise you it will make everything feel so much better, but you have to be extra good to me if you want to come”

his response is immediate - a deep, throaty moan that vibrates through his body, his hips jerking up involuntarily against you.

“yes, y/n, i’ll be so good to you, i promise you”, he breathes, nodding his head eagerly, his hands squeezing your body.

you smile at him, slipping the silk over his eyes, the fabric smooth against his flushed skin as you tie it securely behind his head. the world darkens for him instantly, and he shudders beneath you, a soft whine escaping his lips as his other senses sharpen - the scent of your arousal thick in the air, the press of your naked body against his, the way your fingers linger on his jaw after securing the knot.

you dive back into the kiss, your lips crashing against his in a hungry kiss. your tongue sweeps into his mouth as you grind down once more, your wet cunt sliding over the soaked fabric of his boxers. he kisses you back hungrily blindly chasing your mouth, his moans muffled and desperate as his hands roam up your back, pulling you closer.

“y/n, please”, he gasps between kisses, “let me taste you, i want to eat you out”

you pull back just enough to let him feel your breath on his ear, your fingers trailing down his neck as you whisper.

“not today, puppy”

but he doesn't stop, his head tilting blindly towards the sound of your voice, his lips parted as he pants.

“but i’m the only one”, he continues, his words tumbling out in a rush of frustration and need, “i’m the only one that hasn’t got to taste you yet, they’ve all tasted you. please, y/n, don’t make me wait anymore”

you think about his words for a moment and you realise it’s true, he’s the only one who hasn’t eaten you out or even tasted you. but then another thing makes you pause, your grinding slowing as a thrill shoots through you.

how does he know that?

the idea of the boys talking about you - what they do to you, the way they make you break and explode, the way your cunt clenches around their cocks, the sounds you make when they make you come - ignites a fresh wave of arousal, your folds growing even slicker against his boxers. you tilt your head, a teasing tone in your voice as you trace his lips with your thumb.

“how do you know what i’ve done with the others, seungmin? do you all talk about what you do to me? sit around sharing stories about your cocks inside me? making me beg and scream?”

he freezes beneath you, the blindfold hiding his wide eyes but not the flush creeping up his neck or the way his mouth opens and closes without a sound. realisation dawns on him - he’s been caught, spilling secrets in his desperation, and he swallows hard, unable to form a coherent response.

a low groan escapes him instead, part embarrassment, part need, his cock twitching against you as if the vulnerability only makes him harder.

the thought of them talking about you like that turns you on impossibly more. your clit throbs at the thought and it fuels your power, making you feel like the centre of their worlds and you can’t resist rewarding his slip.

“okay, fine”, you say, your voice low and dark, “you can have a little taste, puppy”

you move a bit so your cunt hovers just above his lap, the sudden lack of friction making him whine in protest. but before he can complain, you slide one hand down your own body, your fingers dipping between your thighs.

you’re drenched, arousal coating your folds as you part them with two fingers, rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit. your breath hitches as you gather your slickness, and you push one finger inside you and start fingering yourself, the wet sounds filling the room. you add a second finger, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot, your hips rocking subtly as moans spill from your lips, unfiltered and breathy.

seungmin senses the change immediately, his head tilting as he strains to hear, feel, anything in his sightless state.

“y/n? what- what are you doing? i can’t see you, fuck, tell me”, he begs you, his voice edged with desperation, his hands gripping your hips tighter as if to pull you back down against his boxers.

his cock strains upwards, untouched now, leaking more precum into his boxers as he imagines what you’re doing - your fingers buried deep in your cunt, chasing your own high while he waits helplessly, just hearing you and feeling you move on top of him.

you bite your lip to stop a particularly loud moan, your fingers moving deeper, your walls clenching around them as you rub your thumb over your clit. the build up is intense, your juices flowing freely, and when you’re good and soaked, almost breaking down, you stop. you take your fingers out with a wet pop, and you hold them up glistening in the air.

leaning forward, you trace them lightly over his lips first, letting him smell your arousal before pushing them past his parted mouth.

“i’m letting you have a taste, puppy”, you whisper, your voice thick with lust and need as you press your fingers against his tongue, feeling him suck them in eagerly.

his tongue swirls hot and desperate around your fingers, lapping up every drop of your slick juices. a deep, guttural moan vibrates against your skin, the sound sending a shiver straight to your core as he sucks harder, drawing your fingers deeper into his mouth.

“fuck, y/n… you taste so good”, he groans, his tongue flicking out to chase the lingering wetness on your knuckles, “i need more, please, give me more”

his hips buck up blindly towards you, his cock straining painfully against the damp fabric of his boxers. you can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm and the desperation in his voice only makes your need grow, your walls clenching emptily as you watch him writhe.

but then, in the haze of his begging, you feel it - a sneaky slide of his hand up your thigh, his fingers inching towards your cunt. he must think the blindfold gives him cover, that you won’t notice what he’s doing, but his touch is electric, his fingertips brushing your soaked folds before you snap to.

a sharp moan rips from your throat at his touch, pleasure sparking where his hand grazes your clit, but you catch yourself quickly, grabbing his wrist in a firm grip and yanking it away.

“no, seungmin”, you gasp, your voice laced with warning as you pin his hand back to the bed, his body tensing under you and a startled whimper escaping his lips, “if you can’t be a good boy and keep your hands where i want them, i’ll stop right now, okay?”

he swallows hard, “i-i’m sorry, y/n… i couldn’t help it, i’ll stop now, i’ll be your good boy, but please don’t stop”

his voice cracks on the last word, genuine remorse mixing with need, his body arching in submission. satisfied with his apology, you release his wrist, trailing your fingers up his arm before cupping his jaw and leaning in to kiss him again. you bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to make him gasp into you, and you hold it between your teeth as you murmur against his mouth.

“that’s better, and you know what? If you behave, i promise you’ll get to taste me next time, puppy, bury your tongue in my cunt until i come all over your face. and you know whenever i make a promise, i always keep them”

the words are a tease, a reminder of your promise from the last time - to suck him off.

he swallows and nods his head and you pull back from the kiss entirely, a sly smile curving your lips as you shift down his body. you start kissing along his jaw, licking the sensitive skin there, before trailing lower, your lips brushing his collarbone, leaving marks. he arches into your touch, a soft whine escaping as your tongue flicks over his nipple and then grazes it with your lips.

“y/n… oh god”, he gasps, his hands twitching at his sides but staying obediently put, his fingers digging into the mattress.

you continue downwards until your hands hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down until his cock springs free, thick and flushed. he kicks the boxes off the rest of the way, his legs spreading wider to give you access. you settle between his thighs, your hands gripping his hips to hold him steady as you lean in, exhaling warmly over his cock just to heat him hiss.

“look at you, my puppy, so hard for me, leaking all over yourself”, you say before you drag your tongue from the base to the tip, his hips jerking up and a loud moan tearing from his throat.

“f-fuck, yes, j-just like that, please”, he begs you, his head falling back against the headboard.

you wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently at first. he tastes musky and salty, and you hum in approval, the vibration making his thighs shake. you take more of him, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head. one of your hands strokes what you can’t reach, the other rolling his balls to heighten the sensation.

seungmin moves against you relentlessly, his hips rolling up to fuck shallowly into your mouth, his moans spilling freely now.

“y/n, your mouth… it’s so fucking hot, so good”, he says, his voice breaking.

his breaths come in ragged gasps, the blindfold amplifying everything he can feel - the wet slide of your lips, the way you’re sucking him, the way your tongue presses flat against him, your hand rolling his balls. you can feel him close to his limit and you double your efforts, humming around his length.

“come for me, seungmin, be a good puppy and come now, fill my mouth with your cum”

the words are enough to push him over, his moans turning to a strangled shout as his hips stutter, his cock pulsing hot and thick down your throat. you swallow everything, milking him dry with firm sucks until he’s spent, his body slumping back against the headboard with a final shuddering groan.

as seungmin’s body finally stills, you linger between his spread thighs, your knees pressing against his legs. his cock softens against his thigh, slick with your saliva and his cum, but you don’t rush to move. instead, you reach up slowly, your fingers brushing his sweat dampened cheek as you untie the blindfold, slipping it free and tossing it aside.

his eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and dazed, his pupils blown wide from the intensity, loving onto yours with a mix of awe and a lingering haze. his lips are parted as he catches his breath, a lazy smile tugging at the corners.

“hey, puppy”, you say softly, your hand cupping his face, “you okay? that was intense, talk to me”

your other hand rests on his thigh, stroking there in soothing circles, feeling it relax under your touch. concern flickers in your gaze, genuine care threading through the post-orgasm glow, because even in dominance, you need to know that he’s grounded, that he’s okay.

seungmin blinks up at you, his expression softening into something vulnerable and needy, but he nods, reaching for you without hesitation.

“yeah, i’m… more than okay, that was… incredible”, he whispers, his voice rough and tired from his moans, but there’s no strain.

before you can press any further, he tugs you closer by the arm, pulling you up from your knees until you’re draped half over his chest. his arms wrap around your waist, strong and possessive yet tender, drawing you into a hug that presses your breasts against his bare skin.

he nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing your pulse point in feather-light kisses, needy whines humming low in his throat as he clings to you, like he can’t get close enough. you melt into it a little, your body relaxing against his as you stroke his hair, your fingers threading through the messy strands.

“such a needy boy”, you tease him lightly, but he can hear the affection in your voice.

he just hums in agreement, turning his head to capture your lips in a soft, unhurried kiss, just the slow slide of his tongue against yours. it’s intimate, his breath mingling with yours as he deepens it, one hand sliding to cradle the back of your head, holding you against him.

you stay like that for what feels like ages, tangled in your sheets with his body warm beneath you, trading soft kisses and murmured reassurances.

“i’m good, y/n, really”, he says again between presses of his mouth to yours, his voice muffled against your skin, as he nuzzles your shoulder.

eventually, his breathing evens out fully, the tension draining away, and he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes clear now but still sparkling. a playful glint creeps in as he remembers, one hand squeezing your hip.

“you know… you promised me i’d get to taste you better next time, don’t forget it”, his tone is light, teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of genuine anticipation, his thumb stroking your skin.

you can’t help but laugh, the sound low and warm, bubbling up from your chest as you lean in to kiss him again, quick and sweet, nipping at his lower lip.

“don’t worry, seungmin, i wouldn’t dream of breaking my own promise”

when you both finally pull apart, seungmin sits up slowly and reaches for his boxers, before he slides them on. once he’s covered, he pulls you into another hug, his arms wrapping around you fully as he buries his face in your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“you’re amazing, you know that?”, he says, his voice soft and sincere, before tilting your chin up for one last, deep kiss, slow and lingering, his hands roaming your back possessively yet gently.

you kiss him back, savouring the taste of him, the way his lips fit against your in this quiet moment. finally, he stands up and walks to the door, his skin flushed and marked from you. at the door, he pauses, turning back with a concerned furrow in his brow, his hand on the knob.

“you sure you’re good? i mean… if you want to come, i can eat you out right now, we don’t have to wait for the next time. i don’t have to go yet”

his eyes search yours, a needy flicker returning, his cock already stirring in his boxers at the thought, but he holds back, waiting for your cue, ever the attentive one.

“i’m sure, minnie”, you laugh softly, lying on your bed, your eyes bright looking at him, “next time, i promise you, i will make it worth the wait”

he hesitates for a second longer, still watching you trying to memorise the way you look right now - relaxed, glowing, beautiful, completely sure of yourself. then finally, exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing as he nods.

“okay”, he says softly, a small smile spreading across his face, “next time”

he gives you one last lingering look before turning the know, and just before he steps out, he glances back again.

“don’t miss me too much”, he adds.

you laugh again, shaking your head, “go before i change my mind”

that makes him grin wider and with one last playful smile, he slips out, pulling the door closed behind him, leaving the room quiet once more.

you sink back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling with a soft smile still on your lips, your chest rising and falling slowly. this day is turning out exactly the way you wanted and your mind is buzzing with everything that’s happened so far, but there’s still more.

minho and bin.

you shift slightly, your thighs pressing together instinctively but it only heightens the sensation, your inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate for friction. god, you’re so close to exploding again already, arousal coiling tight in your core as you imagine them, their hands, their mouths, everything.

a soft whimper escapes your lips and you trail a hand down your stomach, hovering just about your clit, tempted to touch yourself, but you hold back, the wait will make it even better.

the door handle turns with a quiet creak, pulling you from your thoughts. it opens and closes swiftly, and there he is - changbin, stepping into your room in nothing but his boxers, the fabric doing nothing to hide the obvious bulge of his cock already hard. his broad shoulders fill the doorway, his muscles rippling under his skin as he walks with that confident step, his eyes locking onto you immediately.

a grin spreads across his face, warm and playful, as he approaches the bed, his gaze raking over your naked form without shame. you feel wanted and desired, and it only stokes the fire in your stomach higher.

he climbs onto the mattress without a word at first, the bed dipping under him as he settles beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. his body heat radiates towards you, close mouth that you catch the faint scent of his cologne.

“hey, love”, he says softly, his voice deep and rumbling, laced with genuine concern as his free hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, “how are you holding up? It’s been a wild day so far, huh?”

you turn towards him, smiling as you meet his eyes, “i’m doing perfect, bin”

your words are honest and his presence grounds you, even as your body screams for more. he chuckles, low and throaty, shifting closer until his thigh brushes yours, the contact sending a spark straight to your core.

“yeah? you look… satisfied, but i can tell there’s more where that came from”, he says as his fingers trail lightly down your arm.

“satisfied? well, i guess you could say that but ummm… let’s just say i’m giving more than receiving today”, your voice drops, teasing, and his eyebrows shoot up, his interest piqued.

he props his head on his hand, his other arm draping loosely over your hip, his thumb stroking the curve there in slow, soothing circles.

“oh really?”, he says as he leans in, his breath warm against your cheek.

“yeah”, you say, your hand finding its way to his chest, your fingers splaying over his pecs, feeling the steady thump of his heart, “i’m trying to focus on all of you today and now i’m… i’m about to explode, bin”

your words hang between you and you see the way his eyes widen, his cock twitching visibly under his boxers. he swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing, but he keeps his touch gentle for now, his hand sliding up to cup your waist.

“fuck, y/n, that’s so… hot. want me to fix it?”, he says.

“always the hero, bin, but talk to me first, you look like you’ve been waiting for this”

he grins wider and pulls you even closer, your legs tangling together. his hand roams lazily now, tracing patterns on your back, dipping lower to squeeze the swell of your ass before retreating.

“i’ve been busy thinking about you the whole time, hearing you and the others the whole time. i was dying for my turn”, his words are light, but you can tell the need and want under his tone.

you move closer, pressing your breasts against him, your nipples hardening at the contact.

“were you jealous?”, you tease him, your fingers dancing across his abs.

“no, i was fucking turned on, knowing you were here taking us all, one after the other. it was like ‘damn that’s my girl!’”

the praise sends a shiver down your spine and you lean in, your foreheads touching as your conversation flows and your touches grow bolder. his hand slips to your thigh, kneading the soft flesh there, inching higher with each pass, while yours traces the waistband of his boxers, tugging lightly.

the air thickens with anticipation, your arousal no longer simmering but boiling over. without warning, you close the distance between you, capturing his lips and letting your tongue explore his mouth. he groans softly into your mouth, his hand tightening on your thigh to pull you flush against him, your bodies molding together.

the kiss deepens quickly, hunger taking over as you tilt your head, sucking on his lower lip before biting down gently. one of his hands tangles in your hair holding you against him while the other grips your hip guiding you to straddle his thigh. your hips buck instantly, grinding your cunt against the hard muscles of his leg, the pressure on your clit drawing a muffled moan from you into his mouth. he bucks up in response, his cock pressing against your stomach as your rock together.

“fuck, y/n”, he says breaking the kiss to trail kisses along your jaw, down your neck.

your hips don’t stop, sliding faster now, coating his thigh in your arousal. he meets your movements, his thigh flexing under you to give more resistance, his cock throbbing as precum darkens a spot on his boxers.

your touches turn frantic - your nails scraping down his neck and back, his fingers digging into your ass to pull you harder against him.

you slide a hand down between your bodies, dipping beneath his boxers to wrap around his cock. he’s rock hard under your palm as you grip him, stroking from base to tip. he hisses, his hips moving against your hand, the lead leaking more precum that slicks your fingers.

“changbin”, you whisper, your voice full of need, hovering your lips over his, “you ready for me?”

he nods frantically, his eyes dark and glazed with lust, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he thrusts into your hand.

“yes- fuck, yes, baby, i’ve been ready since i heard you with the first one today”

the sound of his need pushes you over the edge of restraint. you kiss him harder, crashing your mouth against his as you swallow his moans. your free hand pushes at his shoulder, guiding him onto his back with surprising ease - because he goes willingly obviously.

you get on your knees next to him and then hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug them down as he helps you, his cock free now. you lean down against his ear, your tongue tracing it lightly before you whisper against it.

“let’s see what that mouth can do today, big boy”

you don’t give him time to respond, instead, you swing one leg over him, turning your body around so you’re facing his feet, your ass hovering above his face while your dripping cunt comes into full view for him. your knees bracket his head as you lean forward, your breasts swaying with the movement, and then you grasp the base of his cock, angling it towards your mouth.

he realises instantly what you’re setting up, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as his hands fly to your thighs, gripping the soft flesh hard enough to leave faint red marks on your skin.

“fuck, y/n- yes, oh god, yes”, he rasps, his voice breaking with desperation and his breath hot against your thighs, “you’re gonna sit on my face while you suck me? you’re a fucking goddess, baby”

his praise spills out in a torrent, his words tumbling over each other as his fingers dig in, pulling you closer as your clit throbs harder, your juices dripping down onto his chin. you glance back over your shoulder, catching his gaze - dark, wild, locked on your glistening cunt like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen in his life.

a sly smile curves your lips and you wink at him, playful yet commanding, before turning your attention back to his cock. you lower yourself slowly, teasing him, your cunt brushing his lips just enough to smear your wetness across them. he whimpers, his hips bucking up towards your mouth, but you hold him steady with one hand, the other bracing on his thigh.

finally, you part your lips and take him in, your tongue swirling around the head to lap up his precum, then sliding down so you take more of him. his response is immediate and feral, his mouth latching onto your cunt without hesitation, his tongue sucking your folds as he devours you.

“fuck, you taste so good”, he mumbles against you as his lips seal around your clit sucking hard.

you moan around his cock, the sound muffled but vibrating down his length, making him thrust shallowly into your mouth.

“that’s it, bin, just like that, keep going”, you pull off briefly to gasp the words.

he obeys eagerly, whining into your folds as he begs you, “please, y/n, ride my face, use me. i wanna feel you come all over my tongue”

you grind down on his face, your hips rolling in circles to chase the pleasure, your thighs trembling as it builds like a tidal wave. he doesn’t let up, one hand sliding from your thigh to your entrance before a thick finger teases it, pushing in alongside his tongue.

“oh, god, yes- changbin”, you moan loudly, your hand stroking his cock now as you cry out.

he groans in response, the sound lost in your folds as he adds a second finger, thrusting them deep and curling to hit that spot inside you that makes you lose control. his tongue moves to your clit, lapping and sucking in time with his finger’s movements, your juices coating his hand and chin.

you ride his face harder, fucking yourself on his mouth and fingers, the sensations overwhelming at the same time that his cock twitches in your grip, beggin for more.

“p-please, y/n- suck me again, i need to come with you”, he begs you between licks, his voice hoarse and wrecked.

you dive back down, taking him in your mouth again and you swallow around his length, milking him with every bob. he bucks up, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts while his fingers move faster inside you, his tongue flicking your clit so rapidly it borders on too much, but at the same time, it is not enough.

moans pour from both of you and when you can’t control it anymore, you break together. your body seizes, your thighs clamping around his head as you scream his name muffled on his dick, your cunt clenching around his fingers. gushes of your release flood his mouth and he drinks it down greedily, moaning as he sucks harder on your clit to draw it out.

when he comes, his cock swells in your mouth, his hips jerking as spurts of cum shoot down your throat. you swallow everything until he’s spent and shuddering beneath you.

panting, you lift off him carefully, turning around to collapse beside him. he pulls you close immediately, one of his arms around your waist as his mouth crashes into yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. you taste each other on your tongues, the intimacy of it making you shiver. he kisses you deeply, slowly, exploring every inch. you break apart with a soft laugh, your forehead resting against his.

“that was… intense”, you say, nuzzling his nose.

“intense? baby, that was mind-blowing, fuck, i could do this forever with you”, he says, his eye sparkling with awe and lingering lust, his thumb tracing your swollen lips.

he kisses you again before he continues, “how you sat on my face and rode my face… fuck, don’t make me leave yet, please”

his voice is sincere and a whine creeps in at the end, before he moves closer to kiss you again, reluctant to pull away from you. you laugh against his lips, the sound warm and affectionate, cupping his cheek to draw him into another kiss.

“you know the rules, changbin, and you know i still haven’t finished today”

he groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck, but there’s a smile in it.

“i could pretend i’m minho if you want”

you laugh loudly at that, “next time, bin”

he presses a quick kiss on your neck and finally, he sits up, grabbing his boxers and putting them on. he stands up, casting one last longing look over his shoulder as he heads to the door, his hand lingering on the knob.

“next time, then?”, he says, his voice hopeful, and you nod from the bed, propping yourself on your elbows with a teasing grin.

he blows you a kiss, then slips out, the door clicking out behind him, leaving you alone once more. you sink back into the pillows, your cunt slick and sensitive between your thighs. your mind drifts ahead, anticipation coiling inside you as you think about him, about minho.

the thought of him sends a fresh and powerful wave of heat through you, sharper this time, edged with the thrill of strategy.

you’ve been plotting this since the last time you did this on christmas. minho had played it so coy then, letting you think you were in charge, you were in control, doing whatever you wanted to him. one moment he was yours to break and the next, you were the one breaking under his touch.

that had left you breathless, craving a rematch where you called every shot. and that’s exactly what you will get tonight. you’re sure he’s expecting the same dance, that push and pull of power where he ultimately wins, but you have a surprise waiting for him.

no more letting him turn the tables. this time, you will make him writhe, make him plead for you, for your cunt, for your mouth, for your body, anything you will give him.

the door opens again and you see minho, stepping in in only his boxers, closing the door behind him. he spots you immediately, a smirk growing on his face, full and wicked, his eyes darkening as they rake over your body.

“missed me?”, he says, his voice low and laced with that teasing lit, crossing your room in four strides to loom at the edge of the bed.

“you know i always do”, you say, propping yourself up on your elbows.

your tone matches his - playful, edged with challenge, like you’re both circling the same dangerous spark. he chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through the air, and climbs onto the bed without hesitation, his knees sinking into the mattress as he crawls towards you, caging you in his arms.

“i knew it”, he says, his face inches from yours, his breath fanning hot over your lips, but he doesn’t kiss you yet, his eyes stay locked on yours like it’s his own way of foreplay, “what’s your plan for me tonight, huh? you finally gonna take charge or should i just flip you over again and remind you who really runs this?”

his words are a taunt, his lips ghosting yours, so close you can taste the teasing of his tongue. it’s different with him - the banter sharper, more electric, like you’re both pushing your buttons to see who breaks first. you tilt your head, your lips parting as you whisper back.

“i don’t know, minho, am i in charge?”

your hand slides up his chest, your nails scraping lightly over his nipple until it hardens under your touch. he inhales sharply, his hips shifting forward, the bulge in his boxers pressing against your cunt.

“fuck it”, he groans, finally closing the distance to capture your lips in a kiss that’s all heat and demand, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with yours, sucking on it like he’s starving.

you kiss him back fiercely, matching his intensity, one hand fisting his hair to angle his head just how you want, the other roaming down his back to grip his ass, pulling him closer to you. he groans into your mouth, his body settling over yours as you roll with him, guiding him onto his back with a subtle push.

he goes willingly, too caught up in the kiss to notice the shift. now you’re on top, straddling his hips, your cunt grinding down on his growing bulge, the friction sending sparks up your spine. his hands roam your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, but you deepen the kiss, swallowing his moans, your tongue brushing his.

he’s lost on you, his eyes half-lidded when you pull back for air, his lips swollen and slick, his chest heaving as he chases your mouth for more.

“god, y/n, this is… fuck”, he pants, nipping at your lower lip, his hands moving to your ass and squeezing it, urging you to rock harder against him.

you do, rolling your hips in a teasing grind, feeling his cock twitch beneath you, fully hard now, the head leaking a wet spot on his boxers that soaks through to your clit. the sensation makes you whimper, but you keep control, kissing along his jaw, down his neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point that jumps under your tongue.

“yeah, just like that”, he says as he arches into your touch.

you reach blindly for the nightstand, your fingers curling around the cool metal of the handcuffs without breaking the rhythm of your grinding.

click - the first cuff snaps around his left wrist, the sound lost in his next moan as you capture his lips again, distracting him with a swirl of your tongue. he kisses you back hungrily, oblivious, one of his hands still free to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer.

you shift your weight, pinning his other arm above his head under the guise of deepening the makeout, and before he can react, the second cuff locks around his right wrist, the chain rattling softly against your headboard where you secure it.

it takes him a beat to register the restraint, his body stilling under you as the reality sinks in. his eyes snap open, wide with surprise, and he tugs experimentally, once then twice, the metal clinking against the headboard, holding firm.

“what the- y/n?”, he says as he strains harder, his muscles flexing in his arms and shoulders, his biceps bulging as he tests the bonds but they don’t give.

a flush creeps up his neck, mixing shock with arousal, his cock jerking against your cunt like the vulnerability turns him on despite himself.

“handcuffs? where the hell did you get these? let me out- fuck, this isn’t funny”, his voice is rough, edged with a demanding tone, but there’s a hitch in it, a spark of intrigue that makes your cunt clench.

you lean down slowly, your nipples dragging over his skin as you bring your lips to his ear. your breath fans hot against it, your tongue flicking out to trace the lobe before you whisper, low and sultry.

“i got them from the case 143 video, i knew they would come in handy someday”

pulling back just enough, you meet his gaze, a wicked grin spreading across your face, your eyes gleaming with the power you’ve just claimed. he looks at you, his breath coming in short bursts, tugging once more at the cuffs as if to confirm they’re real, his hips bucking up involuntarily against you, his cock throbbing with need he can’t act on.

“come on, y/n, take them off”, he says, “you know i can make this so much better if you let me touch you”

you laugh softly, leaning forward as you grind harder, your folds parting around his bulge, coating his boxers in your juices.

“no, minho. i have to say i’m really enjoying my view right now - you, helpless, hard as fuck under me”

you punctuate the words with a sharp roll of your hips, pressing your clit right against him, and he groans, his head tipping back against the pillows. you keep the rhythm steady, as your hands brace on his chest, your nails digging into the firm muscle there, feeling his heartbeat thunder under your hands.

“fuck, y/n. let me out or i swear-”, his words cut off with a sharp inhale as you lean down, your lips hovering over his, your cunt sliding along his length in a slow drag that has him cursing under his breath.

the teasing builds the heat between you, your clit pulsing against him as you rock faster, his demands turning into begs, his smirk fading into parted lips and hooded eyes. sweat beads on his forehead, trickling down his temple, and you finally relent on the grinding, but only to shift lower, trailing your mouth down the column of his neck.

your lips press hot and open against his throat, sucking hard enough to leave red marks below his jaw. he moans as his head moves to give you better access even as he strains against the bonds.

you kiss lower, your teeth grazing his collarbone before your mouth finds his nipple, your tongue circling it then sucking it between your lips. minho arches, a sharp gasp escaping him, his cock twitching against you.

“fuck, y/n- your mouth”, he moans, his voice breaking as you move to the other nipple while pinching the first between your fingers.

your free hand trails down his body, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers. he bucks his hips again, trying to urge you on, but you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and challenging.

“patience, minho, or i will leave you like this all day”

he lets out a frustrated groan, but there’s fire in it, matching your own energy, like he’s loving your game even as it drives him insane.

you slide lower, kissing a path down his stomach, and when you get to his boxers, you tug them down slowly, watching as his cock springs free.

“fuck, finally”, he says and you smirk up at him, holding his gaze as you lean in.

your lips part, your breath ghosting over the sensitive tip, making it twitch, and then you take him in. minho’s reaction is explosive, a loud and unrestrained moan ripping from his throat, echoing off the walls of your room.

“oh shit- yes, fuck”, he cries out, his head thrown back and his neck straining.

the sound spurs you on and you hum around him, the vibration drawing another loud moan, his thighs tensing under your hands. you bob your head, taking him deeper with each pass, your tongue swirling over the tip to lap up the precum beading there.

minho tries to ride your face, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat, but you pull off with a wet pop, your hand wrapping around the base to squeeze warningly.

“stay still”, you say, your tone firm and your eyes locking on his, “if you move again, i will stop. you want this? be good?”

he nods frantically, biting his lip, his eyes wild with need, “okay, fuck, i will stay still, just… don’t stop, please”

the plea in his voice is music, a crack in his usual dominance and you sink back down again, taking him to the hilt this time, your nose brushing his pubic bone as you relax your throat around him.

he moans again, louder, but he holds still. after a few minutes of this torment, you add your hand too and minho’s moans turn into whimpers, his breath ragged.

“so good, your… fuck, your tongue… you’re killing me”

you release him with a gasp, crawling up his body to capture his lips with yours, letting him taste himself on your lips, the evidence of your work. he kisses you back hungrily, his tongue delving deep, moaning into your mouth as your hand keeps stroking his cock as he leaks over your fingers.

you break the kiss to grab his chin, tilting his face up to yours, your thumb pressing into the soft flesh.

“open up”, you say, your voice low and commanding, and his lips part immediately, his eyes locked on yours with a mix of submission and heat.

you let a string of spit drop from your lips to his waiting tongue, watching it land and pool there. minho’s gaze doesn’t waver, his throat working as he swallows it down, the act obscene and intimate, his cock throbbing harder in your grip.

“good boy”, you say, the praise slipping out like honey, and he shudders under you, a soft whine escaping him.

you kiss him again, deeper this time, your tongues tangling together as your hand works him relentlessly. the kiss continues, messy and consuming, your free hand now grabbing his hair as you pump him faster with the other. minho’s breaths come in pants against your lips, his moans muffled into the kiss, his hips twitching but staying put, just as you had told him.

“close- fuck, y/n, i’m gonna come”, he gasps, breaking away, his eyes squeezing shut as his body tenses, his cock swelling in your hand.

you don’t stop, you stroke him through it, feeling the first hot spurt of cum shoot up, landing on his stomach in thick ropes, then more pulsing out over your fingers as he cries out, his body convulsing under you, the handcuffs clanking with his pulls.

when his orgasm ends, his chest is heaving and his cum is cooling on his skin. you pull your hand away slowly, holding it up between you. strings of his cum drip from your fingers and without breaking eye contact, you bring them to your mouth. your tongue darts out, licking a broad stripe up one finger, then you suck the rest of your fingers clean one by one, your lips pursed around them as you moan softly at the taste.

minho watches you, hypnotised, a moan tearing from his throat at the sight, low and wrecked.

“fuck, y/n… you’re filthy”, he says, his voice hoarse, his eyes dark with renewed hunger despite the exhaustion.

you know you should stop now, minho’s already spilled once, and you’ve been fair with the others every time, letting each of them come once. but you’re about to explode, your cunt throbbing with unmet need, a deep and insistent ache that’s been building since you first put the handcuffs on him.

he’s the last one today, there’s no one waiting outside to bury their face between your thighs or fill you up, and the thought of letting him go twists something desperate in your gut.

with a low growl of frustration and hunger, you shift your weight, straddling his hips, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of him. his cock, still semi-hard and glistening, twitches against you as you reach down, wrapping your fingers around the base.

you need this, you need him inside you.

“one more for me, minho”, you say as you line him up with your entrance.

the stretch burns deliciously, his thickness filling you completely despite the oversensitivity from everything you’ve done today. he gasps sharply underneath you as your walls clench around him, and you both moan in unison. his eyes snap wide, locking into yours as you bottom out, your ass settling against his thighs.

“fuck, y/n- too much, it’s… fuck”, he chokes out, but his hips buck up, chasing the friction even as his body trembles from the intensity.

you lean forward, kissing him to muffle his protests, his hands straining against the handcuffs as he tries to touch you, to pull you closer. you start riding him then, lifting up until just the tip remains inside your, then slamming back down, the wet slap of your bodies echoing in the room. each thrust drives him deeper, your cunt fluttering around his cock, as you both chase your peaks.

it’s fast, too fast, the oversensitivity turning every sensation into fire. your clit grinds against his pelvis with each movement. his moans pour into your mouth, ragged and unrestrained, his cock fully hard inside you despite the fresh cum still painting his stomach.

“so tight- fuck, you’re gonna make me come again”, he gasps against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip at your jaw, his breath hot and erratic.

you don’t slow down, your hands bracing on his shoulders now, your nails digging into his skin as you bounce harder, faster, the bed creaking under the force. your thighs shake from the effort but the ache in your core demands more, pulling you under.

“minho, fuck i’m-”

your orgasm hits you, sudden and overwhelming. you cry out, your head thrown back as your juices flood around his cock, your vision blurring as you grind through it. minho follows seconds later, unable to hold back, his second orgasm spilling hot inside you, a groan tearing from his throat.

“y/n- shit, yes”, he gasps, his body arching off the bed as much as the handcuffs allow him.

you collapse onto him, completely spent, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you both pant. his chest rises and falls rapidly under you and you can feel the sticky mess of his cum smeared between your bodies. his cocks softens inside you but you don’t move yet.

after a long moment, you lift your head, a lazy smile curving your lips as you meet his dazed gaze.

“look at you, all used up like this, minho. i might just leave you like this a bit longer”, you say teasingly, your voice light but laced with a dominant edge, and you wiggle your hips just enough to make him hiss through his teeth, his oversensitive cock stirring faintly inside you.

minho chuckles breathlessly, though it turns into a whine when you clench around him deliberately.

“that’s cruel… but fuck, i’d let you do it”, he says, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction.

you lean in, kissing him softly this time, your lips brushing his in slow, lingering presses, your tongues barely touching, as his mouth moves with yours.

the moment shatters with a sharp knock on the door, followed by muffled voices from the hallway - the boys.

“y/n? minho? you two done in there? we’ve been out here forever, come on”, felix says, his voice playful but edged with curiosity.

“yeah, and what were those noises? it sounded intense?”, hyunjin says this time.

you pull back from the kiss with a laugh, still draped over minho’s body, your cunt giving his softening cock one last squeeze before you carefully lift off him. a trickle of your cums leaks out of you, sliding down your thigh, but you ignore it for now, reaching for the key to unlock the handcuffs. the click echoes as you free his wrists, rubbing the red marks gently with your thumbs.

“give us a second, guys, i’m taking off his handcuffs”, you say louder so they can hear you.

“wait- handcuffs? y/n, you cuffed him? the minho? holy shit, let us in! i need to see that”, han’s voice spikes from outside.

minho snorts, sitting up with a wince as circulation returns to his arms, pulling you against his side possessively.

“and you want to know the best part? i came twice today. twice! i won today, you losers”, his tone is smug, a cocky grin splitting his face despite the flush still straining his cheeks, his cock hanging spent between his legs, still shiny with your arousal.

the protests erupt immediately - changbin’s loud gasp mixing with seungmin’s groan, more voices and groans as one of them bangs lightly on the door again.

“hey that’s not fair! that’s cheating! how did you pull that off?”, jeongin says, sounding genuinely jealous, while chan chuckles in the background.

“alright, alright, let’s give them a minute. but seriously, you two, don’t take too long, we all need to see y/n”, he says.

you and minho laugh together, your head falling onto his shoulder as you catch your breath. he wraps an arm around you, kissing your temple sloopily, his body still humming with the afterglow before you both stand up and get ready to leave your room.

as the voices fade outside your room, your mind already drifts to the next time - the possibilities endless, your new dynamic ripe for more games, more control, more to discover and enjoy.

for now, though, you savour this, the intimacy lingering like an oath of rounds yet to come.

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