cw. foursome, daddy!chan, mean dom!seungmin, degradation, size kink (jeongin has a big dick bc it's canon) wc. 1700 minors dni.
note. the second drabble for my 7k event, using the prompts #27 "i'll make it fit", #35 "let them use you, baby. show them what a good toy you are" & #57 "sweetheart... you trust daddy more than you trust yourself. don't you?" this isn't proofread. we die like men ig <33
the room feels too small with three pairs of eyes on you.
chan's sitting behind you, his broad chest warm against your back. knowing he feels every shallow inhale and exhale makes your breath quicken. his hand squeezes your thigh; a silent warning to keep them spread while the other strokes lazily up your arm, goosebumps rising in its wake.
seungmin stands a few steps away at the edge of the bed. he's studying your face with intent, committing every twitch of muscle to memory. you feel exposed despite the dim lighting, struggling to keep a neutral expression and ignoring the flush of heat creeping up your neck when a low groan pulls your attention towards the corner.
jeongin's sprawled out in chan's gaming chair, legs spread, already hard and doing nothing to hide it. his eyes are fixed on your pussy. he makes a show of cupping the thick bulge in his pants — trailing his long, slender fingers over the outline of it, substantial even compared to his large hands.
he grins when your eyes meet and you quickly avert them.
"she's nervous," he comments. it doesn't sound like a complaint; it sounds like it's turning him on.
you swallow. when you and chan discussed inviting his friends to the bedroom you didn't expect him to invite both at the same time. the idea of having someone else besides chan had sounded exciting but now, with their hungry gazes all but swallowing you, you wonder if you got in over your head.
your voice wavers. "i — i don't know if i can handle all of you."
chan's chuckle rumbles against your back. "sweetheart," he tilts your chin up so you're forced to look at him, "you trust daddy more than you trust yourself. don't you?"
his thumb drags over your bottom lip, slow and possessive, and arousal coils low in your tummy. you nod without thinking.
"good girl." chan smiles at you, pleased.
seungmin steps closer. his fingers reach out to touch your ankle but stop mid-air, remembering just in time who's in charge here.
"she's shaking," he says to chan, though he's staring at you. "cute."
chan's hand slides down your stomach, stopping between your legs. his fingers spread your pussy for them, pressing just hard enough to make your hips twitch.
"she's ready," he says, "'s always is for me."
there's a hint of pride in his voice. your pulse flutters despite your earlier inhibitions; a familiar mixture of nerves and the desire to make him proud overtakes you.
he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "let them use you, baby. show them what a good toy you are."
you gasp when he flicks your clit, still holding you tight against his chest.
seungmin's grin grows wider. he kneels on the bed in front of you, brings his face closer to your exposed cunt. the way he studies you feels almost clinical. only the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders betray his own arousal.
"damn," he muses. "look at her."
jeongin leans forward, exhales with a low whistle that implies he's been holding his breath this whole time. "she's already dripping."
chan smiles against the side of your neck. "she's being good. aren't you, sweetheart?"
you nod, breathe out a confirmation that sounds much needier than intended.
"can i?" seungmin asks. he waits patiently for chan's approval and you can't help but admire the way he carries himself. there's something about his composure that makes your cunt clench at the thought of watching him lose it. at being the cause of it.
then his fingers drag slowly between your folds and you gasp, hips jerking, the touch both too little and too much at once. you whimper, clutching chan's thigh next to you.
seungmin pushes one finger inside just to watch your reaction.
"tight fucking cunt," he divulges. "you sure she can take it? it would be such a shame to break a pretty pussy like this."
you stifle a moan when seungmin adds another finger. he doesn't sound apologetic in the slightest — there's not an ounce of pity in his voice, just a detached certainty adding to the heat simmering under your skin.
across the room jeongin stands and unzips his pants. your gaze drops and you freeze. he's even bigger than you expected: longer than chan, who already has to ease his way into you with careful preparation.
jeongin notices your eyes on him and raises his eyebrows. "scared?"
"a little," you admit.
chan laughs. "i invited him for a reason, baby. didn't think you'd break before he's inside you."
jeongin flashes a smile, all teeth and bright eyes. "i'll make it fit."
"we heard you like it when it hurts a little," seungmin says. he adds a third finger and pushes them deeper, watching you squeeze around his knuckles with a wet squelch. it's all the confirmation he needs.
"needy sluts like you always want it rough. you hear that? this pussy's begging to be filled. bet your little ass wants some of it, too. does your daddy ever fuck you there, sweetheart?"
the pet name rolls off his tongue with a hint of an australian accent and you whimper, his mocking words going straight to your core. you sense he's testing the waters — chan rarely degrades you, but he doesn't seem to mind seungmin's shameless comments.
you wonder what the three of them discussed beforehand. how much chan's told them about you; about the things you like, what the two of you get up to, what you fantasize about…
chan tilts your face towards him again and kisses you, deep and messy, stealing whatever resistance you thought you had left. he breaks the kiss with a low growl against your lips.
"they're not going to be gentle with you, baby. i told them not to."
you chase after him, gushing around seungmin's fingers, whining when the other man pulls them out of you. jeongin laughs.
"hands behind your back," chan orders.
there's a buzz of excitement ringing in your ears. you obey. you always do. chan grabs your wrists in one hand, wraps the other arm around your neck to keep you in place. his legs cross yours to prevent them from closing. there's nowhere to go as seungmin moves out of the way, allowing jeongin to crawl between your thighs.
the youngest doesn't wait for chan's permission, doesn't need to hear him say it — the sight of your aching hole enough to have him press the head of his cock against it. he grips your hip, fingers digging hard into your flesh.
then he moves back and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. he slaps his cock on your clit a few times just to see you twitch, thrusts his hips forward so his full length rests atop your belly, showing exactly how deep you'll feel him. the sight alone is enough to make you crumble in chan's hold, palms clammy from nerves and arousal.
jeongin lines himself up again, pushes past your entrance slowly. his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you struggle. a strangled moan escapes your throat and your head drops forward. the stretch is intense, bordering on too much, but jeongin pushes in another inch. he forces your cunt to open around him as chan tightens his grip on your wrists.
seungmin grabs your chin and drags your face back up. "don't be such an ungrateful whore. keep your eyes on your daddy. look at him while another man ruins you."
you expect chan to comment on his friend dictating orders, but he doesn't. he just holds you down firmly when jeongin thrusts in deeper and you try to shift away. you look up at chan with cloudy eyes, their iron grip and jeongin stretching you open so overwhelming you can't do anything but give in. you feel fuzzy, floating between the three of them.
chan's steady voice grounds you. "take it," he says, calm and commanding. "let him in."
your walls flutter helplessly around jeongin's cock, and when he presses in another inch you wonder how much there's still to go. you already feel impossibly full, the stretch brutal and addictive at the same time.
"fuck," jeongin hisses, grinding forward, "she's squeezing me so hard i can barely move."
"oh, you'll move," chan grits through his teeth. "she'll take it."
his voice sounds rougher now, as if he's losing his composure. he rocks his own hips into you, grinding his cock against your ass, looking for friction. your tears fall freely now jeongin's thrusts become harder. sharper. the room fills with the sound of your choked moans mingling with jeongin's low groans as he bullies himself deeper. chan's breathing remains steady behind you, his strong arms holding you exactly where they want you.
"good girl," he praises, not breaking eye contact, soothing you. "i know, i know, baby. biiig stretch, hmm? you're doing so well for us. daddy knew you'd do a good job, letting innie use your pretty pussy. you were made for this. made to take cock. our perfect toy."
his words make your chest swell. he smiles down at you and seungmin's grip on your jaw loosens, his fingers pushing past your lips when jeongin finally bottoms out. you choke around them, such a desperate splutter of moans and whimpers it has seungmin cursing under his breath.
chan's voice floats in and out of your consciousness, a safe haven to anchor yourself to as jeongin starts to fuck you properly. you can't do anything else but melt into chan's hold, head lolling against his shoulder. seungmin replaces his fingers with his cock, taps the head against your lips. tangy-sweet precum mixes with the salt of your tears.
mindlessly, you open your mouth, flatten your tongue against the underside of his shaft. the weight of him is heavy on your tongue and you struggle to divide your focus between lapping at seungmin's cock and the waves of pleasure taking over your body now jeongin's fingers have found your clit.
behind you, chan's voice pulls you back into the moment once more.
cw. best friend's brother!chan, sneaking around behind her back, big dick!chan, breeding wc. 1300 minors dni.
the clock on hayoon's bedside table reads 1.43 a.m. she's been softly snoring for hours, sprawled across her bed in a pile of blankets, but your body buzzes with the kind of quiet anticipation that makes it impossible to fall asleep.
the house is too warm, your borrowed shorts are too small and the glass in your hand is already sweating when you pad into the kitchen. no cold drink can quench your thirst.
you're sipping on your second glass of iced water when the door clicks open.
chan steps inside, leaning a broad shoulder against the refrigerator. his chest is barely covered by a black tank and your gaze dips down to the chain around his neck and back up to his damp curls, finally landing on his eyes. they crinkle in a soft smile. the sight of his familiar dimples makes your chest ache.
"can't sleep?" his voice is rough, tired but amused. "me neither."
you stammer a half-hearted excuse about being thirsty, even though you both know there's a bathroom next to hayoon's bedroom. his eyes drag over you slowly — bare legs, flimsy shirt, no bra — before meeting yours again. he doesn't look away.
"right," he mutters, stepping closer. "she's asleep?"
you nod, throat tight.
he crowds into the kitchen to grab a glass and you suddenly feel cornered. his palm plants on the surface beside your hip, pressing your back into the counter, boxing you in.
"you know it's dangerous, walking around like this," he says, voice low. his gaze dips down your chest, lingering on the way your nipples pebble under the cotton. "tiny shorts, no bra… someone might think you're doing it on purpose."
"chan, we shouldn't —"
the soft brush of his lips against your ear cuts you off. "quiet now, baby. don't wake her up. you don't want her to know you've been fooling around with her brother, do you?"
you shake your head, shame burning a hole through your chest, but your hands fist in his tank when his thumb slides up your thigh.
he chuckles. "thought so. been driving me crazy all night, hearing your laugh, knowing you were here. do you know what it's like, baby? trying to keep it cool and not think about how good you feel on my cock?"
you shake your head, your voice coming out shakier than intended. "w-we have to put an end to whatever this is."
"we should," he agrees, dragging his lips over yours until you're gasping into his mouth. "but i don't want to. and neither do you. i can feel it."
your legs part on instinct when he trails his hand higher, cupping your cunt through the thin cotton. he groans into your neck when he feels how soaked you are.
"see? already dripping for me."
you try to speak, to deny it, but he hoists you onto the counter and pulls your shorts aside. two fingers push past your entrance with ease. the stretch makes your head all fuzzy and the words die on your lips.
"look at you, baby." he kisses you hard, fingers curling to find that sweet spot nestled between your walls. "clenching around me like your pussy was made for it. tell me you don't want it. go on."
you can't. every quiet moan betrays you, every twitch of your hips urges him on. you've missed this. you've missed him.
his hand clamps over your mouth when his thumb rolls over your clit. "keep it down," he hisses, "unless you want her to walk in on me fucking you open right on the kitchen counter."
he tugs his sweats down just far enough to free his cock, tip flushed and leaking precum. he smears it against your soaked folds. you whimper into his palm.
"don't worry baby, i'll be gentle."
he never is. there's no time for tenderness in these stolen moments. not like you'd want it any other way — the stretch is just a little too much, the pain lingering for days after. it's what you deserve: a small punishment serving as a reminder of your guilt.
chan pushes the thick head of his cock inside, feeding you inch by inch while you cling to him with your nails digging into his shoulders. he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer, forcing you to accommodate his size.
"fuck, c'mon babe, lemme in," he groans, sinking in deeper until he's buried to the hilt. "this tiny cunt's never letting me go, huh?"
your walls are pulsing around his cock, already sore, and he hasn't even moved yet. his weight crushes you against the cabinets, his sweaty skin sticking to yours. your muffled moans vibrate against his palm as he slowly draws his hips back.
the first thrust is obscene; the wet sound of skin on skin too loud for the quiet house, but chan doesn't relent. he fucks you harder, deeper, until your thighs are trembling.
"such a good girl," he pants against your temple. "missed this fucking pussy so much. been fisting my cock ever since you dropped by — shit." he groans as you clench around him, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle the sound. "just a little teasing, don't worry. 'm saving it all for you. gonna breed this pussy, stuff her so full it'll be leaking down your thighs for days."
your muffled cries break through his palm and he laughs. "yeah, you like that, baby? keep squeezing me and you'll get what you want. you're so fucking greedy, aren't you? soaking all over my cock. i feel it dripping down my balls."
your face burns hot with shame but he doesn't slow down, fucking into you with sharp, messy thrusts that jolt your body against the counter. every vein and ridge of his cock drags along your sensitive walls, threatening to snap the tight coil in your tummy.
he pulls his hand from your mouth just to catch your whimper. "say it. tell me you love it."
"i — i can't," you gasp, "you know i can't."
"you can," he bites back, angling his hips to hit that spot that makes you see stars. you sob, back arching into him, and he catches your chin in his grip.
"say it. or i'll pull right out and leave you dripping like the slut you are."
he forces your gaze to his. tears prick your eyes as the words spill out. "i love it — fuck, i love it, chan —"
he looks on the brink of losing himself, pupils blown wide, chasing the tight flutter of your walls.
"there she is. my girl. mine."
his words push you over the edge. your orgasm crashes over you before you can brace for it, sharp and humiliating, and you bite down on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your cries. chan's forehead drops against your neck, hips stuttering as he feels you gush around him.
"fuck, you're milking me — gonna cum —"
and then he's spilling into you, thick ropes of cum flooding deep, his cock twitching inside your spent cunt. his thrusts don't stop, sloppy and relentless, pushing it deeper while you sob and whine at the overstimulation.
"hmpff, channie… 's too much —"
"no, it's perfect." he grinds up into you, "you'll take it. take all of me."
it's somewhere between a command and a plea, the heaviness behind his words hanging in the air between you. his teeth sink into your neck, biting down until you gasp in pain, deep enough to leave a mark. his mark.
your thighs tremble helplessly, his cum leaking down your ass. chan just grins at the mess and the faint, desperate clench of your greedy pussy around him.
"such a good girl," he murmurs, voice soft now. almost kind. his lips brush your ear. "you drive me crazy. can't get enough of this sweet pussy."
his cock twitches inside your sore cunt, already hardening back up. his next words twist the neglected knife in your chest.
"we have a few more hours until she wakes up, baby."
gahh channie and free use 😵💫 yes please <33
cw. cnc, somno, free use wc. 530 minors dni.
it started out as stress relief after a long day at work. at first he still treated you like his girlfriend, but it gradually turned into him using you: just something warm and wet for him to sink his cock into when he's stressed. a set of holes, always available when he needs it. and when he comes home late and you're already in bed? he pushes in anyway, fucking you back to sleep with another load.
his favorite is when you're pliant and dazed, letting him do anything. in those moments he almost can't believe you let him do this. but you love it, need it as much as he does. he'll manhandle you into positions that hurt a little, fold you in half and spread you wide open. if you squirm he just soothes you and presses you down harder: "shhh, don't make this difficult. you know what you're here for."
some days he'll use you over and over until you're raw and overstimulated and you're not sure if you're crying from pleasure or exhaustion. he won't stop, knows you can take it. there's tenderness buried underneath his actions and degrading words. he'll tell you how good you are for him, what a perfect little toy you are. he isn't just using you: you're letting him. he'll never take you for granted. so when he's done? you're getting the princess treatment you deserve.
and of course chan always, always finishes inside... he loves plugging you with his fingers too, watching his cum leak out around them. don't you dare waste a drop. he needs you to stay full of him, always. he gets hooked on keeping you dripping and needy, begging for more of his cum.
chan is obsessed with routine. everything has its own place, and so do you. they're mundane and ordinary places: the couch, the floor, the kitchen. he uses you until it becomes second nature, just another part of your day. he trains you to be always wet for him the moment he bends you over the kitchen counter or forces you onto your knees. some days he'll sent you a text telling you to prep yourself and get ready for when he comes home so he can sink into any hole he wants.
but it isn't just about convenience... it all comes down to control. his work is demanding: so many deadlines, performances, the responsibility of leading his team, smiling for the cameras. but with you? he gets to take, no questions asked. you're the only one he lets himself be selfish with. brutal. unrelenting.
chan would never admit this out loud but your free use dynamic reassures him. he craves the idea of permanence in a world where everything moves too fast. every time you let him use you it soothes the gnawing voice in the back of his mind that tells him he's not enough. he needs to see you pliant for him, dripping with his cum, showing him you accept him fully. how to you, he's everything. people can leave, but a toy? a toy is always there. always ready, always his.
Im very much feeling being pinned to the wall by chan with his fingers in my mouth while he kissed my neck
happy birthday to my favorite man of all time <33
cw. dom!chan, rough backstage quickie, name calling: slut, pet names: baby, good girl wc. 650. minors dni.
the bass thunders through the walls, rattling the flimsy backstage door as chan shoves you against it. another group's halfway through their set; in twenty minutes he needs to be up there, smiling for the crowd.
which means he has plenty of time to ruin you.
you yelp when he flips you around, chest pressed to the wall, his breath hot on your neck.
"quiet," he warns, one big hand wrapping around your jaw and stuffing two fingers past your lips. "don't make a sound, baby. you don't want everyone here to know what a slut you are for me, do you?"
your muffled whine vibrates around his fingers. slick drool coats your tongue as he presses deeper. his other hand drags your dress up, rough palm finding the heat between your thighs.
"fuck, you're soaked. all this from just pinning you here? needy little thing."
he doesn't waste any more time, shoving your panties aside and freeing his cock from his pants. the blunt press at your entrance makes your core throb in anticipation. he's thick, resting heavy there for a moment, and you steel yourself against the wall even though you know it's futile. nothing can prepare you for the stretch.
his hips grind forwards, forcing himself inside with a harsh thrust. your nails catch on the plaster, spit drooling around his fingers when he pushes them deeper into your mouth to stifle the cry bubbling up your throat.
"that's it, baby. bite down if you need to. take it for me."
the angle is filthy: your cheek pressed against the cold wall, your ass bouncing back against him as he sets a rough pace. the sound of skin on skin echoes too loudly, and panic rises in your chest. it only makes your cunt flutter around him.
"hear that?" chan growls in your ear, moving you over his cock. "if anyone walks by, they'll know this perfect little pussy belongs to me."
you whine around his fingers, helpless, as he grinds deep. his cock drags over that sweet spot with every thrust, making you leak all over his leather pants. he doesn't care; snakes his free hand around to play with your clit, rough circles that make your legs tremble.
the heat in your core builds embarrassingly fast and you twitch in his hold. he pulls his fingers free from your mouth with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting them, and slaps your cheek lightly.
"open wider. i want to hear you beg for it."
"chan — please," you gasp. "i need it —"
he chuckles. "greedy thing. can't even wait till after the show… already drooling, shaking, bouncing on my cock like the good girl you are."
his fingers pinch your clit and you moan, too loud for the small space. chan doesn't stop you. the noise from outside dulls to a soft thrum until the only sound you notice is his harsh breathing, cock bullying itself deeper between your walls.
"c'mon, baby. you're gonna cum for me. you're gonna cum on my cock and then i'll fill you up, fuck it deeper until it leaks down your thighs."
he slaps your clit and the thread inside you snaps, rough and sudden, cunt clenching and gushing around him. chan groans at the way you pull him in, not slowing down, chasing his own release.
"good girl, that's my good girl," he praises before spilling inside of you with a broken growl. his hips grind against yours, forcing every drop in deeper. "so fucking messy."
he stays still for a moment, the both of you trying to catch your breath before he pulls out and zips himself back up. his cum drips down your thighs. he kisses your swollen mouth and pulls your panties back into place, tapping a finger against the drenched fabric.
"keep it in there for me, baby. i'll fuck it back into you after the show."
Pervy stalker chan who leaves you dirty notes…he thinks they’re sweet, but his perception is a little, well, off ^^
i got carried away, there's nothing sweet abt any of this... chan is being a major creep so be warned <33
cw. this post contains dark topics, reader discretion is advised. stepbrother!chan, perv!chan, noncon notes, perversion, stalking and yandere behavior, name calling: slut, pet names: baby wc. 1250 minors dni.
it's a sunday morning in summer when you find the first note, tucked between the pages of the longman anthology you'd left open on your desk. folded notebook paper, handwriting in blue pen — your favorite pen, lying uncapped on the worktop — rushed and near illegible in its eagerness.
you smelled so sweet last night. i almost followed you to your bedroom, wanted to watch you touch yourself underneath the covers. bet you're tight, dripping, thinking of me. you shouldn't keep your legs closed when i'm around. i'll help you open them soon.
your hands tremble as you tear the paper to pieces. if you close your eyes you can pretend it was never there. pretend your heart isn't hammering in your throat.
not him, you think. please.
you remember his heated gaze at the dining table last night. the way he watched you eat, lips parted as his eyes followed every move.
your heart sinks into your stomach.
who else could it be?
it can't be him.
he's harmless. he's safe. he's known you since you were young, too young to matter. you were surprised he even paid you any attention when you came home last week. you were never allowed to join him and his friends in his room; his little stepsister wasn't cool enough, no matter how much you begged him to let you stay.
but he'd always been kind, polite in a distant way. smiling at your mother when she married his father and the two of you came to live with them. he'd been fifteen; you were nine. too wide a gap for you to be anything more to him than an unwanted, annoying addition to his family. and by the time you got into high school he was long gone — holed up in his college dorm, buried in software textbooks and the haze of cheap weed.
when you started uni your life quickly filled with lectures and friends. on the rare occasions you both drifted back home he spent most of his time in his old room. you rarely stayed more than a few days, but this spring you'd turned 21, and your mother had asked you to spend the summer with her and your stepdad.
of course chan was invited, too.
the second note is slipped under your bedroom door, folded in half with your name scrawled on top.
i can hear you at night, you know. the way your bed creaks, the way you bite back those whimpers. you sound so sweet when you're trying not to wake me. i get hard every time, imagining it's my fingers stuffed inside your pretty cunt instead of your own.
you slam the door shut, pressing your back to it, slowly sinking to the floor. you swallow tightly as you reread the note over and over, all noise around you fading into the background.
across the hall his room is quiet. too quiet.
the third note comes tucked under your pillow. his handwriting is neater this time, blocky letters in black ink.
i stood in your doorway last night and watched you toss in your sheets, your tits peeking out of that useless thin shirt you call pajamas. did you know you make the cutest little noises in your sleep? bet your pussy was wet, even in your dreams. i'll climb into bed with you soon. i'll keep you quiet so mom and dad won't hear us. don't worry, baby. i'll make you love it.
you can't fall asleep that night. every shadow in your room makes you shiver. every creak in the floorboards raises the hairs on your arms. but somehow, when morning comes, you wake hot and sweaty, whimpering his name.
the fourth note shows up in the laundry basket. it flutters to the ground when you pick up your shirts.
your panties taste like heaven. i licked them until they were clean. bet your pussy would taste even better, dripping straight into my mouth. don't worry, baby. i'll keep your secret. our secret.
you can't look at him over dinner that night, face burning hot when his knee brushes yours under the table. he doesn't even blink. how can he act so unfazed when you know what horrific thoughts hide behind his innocent smile?
you start locking the doors behind you, eyes flicking over your shoulders constantly. the summer air is stifling and the backyard pool calls out your name but you hide away in your room, pretending to study. you know he's out there somewhere: listening, waiting, smiling at how careful you've become. at how he's never leaving your mind, not for a second. how he's got you exactly where he wanted.
the fifth note is tucked between two stuffed animals lining your bedside table. a wolf and a turtle, the ones you can't bring yourself to part with.
he gave you the fluffy grey wolf for your birthday. it always reminded you of him.
i almost walked in earlier when you were showering. could've pushed the curtain back and pressed my cock against your ass. you would've let me — you're my sweet girl. i see the way you look at me when you think i don't notice. you want this as much as i do.
your whole body trembles, every sound in the house suddenly suspicious. you swear you hear his footsteps in front of the bathroom door that night, lingering there, waiting.
when you lock your door and climb into bed you lay awake for hours, staring at the dark ceiling.
would you let him?
the fifth note is worse, slipped into your purse when no one's looking. the writing is messier this time. the ink is smeared in places, diluted by wet spots.
you wore that dress for me. i can tell. my good little slut, pretending to be innocent in front of my father. you don't know how hard it is not to drag you into my room when we're all watching tv after dinner. press your face into the pillow and fuck you until your legs are shaking. i'll fill you up with my cum, keep you plugged so you won't waste a single drop.
when you glance up, chan is already watching you from across the room. his smile is polite and sweet as always. your mother says something to him with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way his breathing quickens a little when you lock eyes with him. chan just laughs along with her, his dark eyes never leaving yours.
the last note isn't hidden at all. it's lying on your bedspread when you come back from a shower, the damp towel still wrapped around your head. you shake when you pick up the paper. you locked your door when you left; how did he get in?
his all too familiar handwriting is jagged and rushed, pressed so deep the ink nearly bled through the paper.
i laid here when you were gone. stroked my cock on your sheets, came thinking about eating your sweet pussy while you were showering only a few feet away. you belong to me. there's no use in fighting it. don't hide, baby. open the door. be a good girl for me.
the knock comes just past midnight, soft but deliberate. you lie in bed, staring at that same dark spot on the ceiling. there's no second knock but you know he's there. waiting. your quickening heartbeat is the only sound rushing in your ears.
you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, take a deep breath, and let your feet touch the cold floor.
Who do you think in skz would be most likely to let you rim THEM? I think definitely Jisung and Hyunjin (although I’d like to think all of them would like it its one of my favorite things to do <3)
i'd like to think the same although i don't see everyone being into getting rimmed as much... but the ones i think would enjoy it the most are:
maybe surprising to some but i'd put minho first. not because he's the most likely to let you but it'd be an accidental discovery he turns out to be really into. he's either shameless or shy about it and he makes the prettiest, softest noises while you keep his legs spread. folding those pretty thighs open. his ears get so red too <33 and if he's in a more dominant mood he might order you to suck his balls and rim him until your jaw aches
hyunjin: face down, ass up. clawing at the sheets. biting his pillow so he doesn't cry too loud. secretly hoping you'll fuck a couple fingers into him while you're at it (all spit, no lube; he likes it when it stings a little). the type to twist his cock until it hurts while you fuck your tongue into his sensitive hole. goes crazy if you spit on it
jisung letting his freak flag fly and liking ass in all positions... he always insists on trying 69 but the sensations are too overwhelming, so he ends up riding your face instead. arches prettily while he grinds down, unable to keep his hands off your tits in front of him. he cums all over your chest (a lot) just from you licking and sucking on every inch of skin you can reach
honorary mention: chan & changbin, since i don't think they'd be in the mood for it often (they'd prefer to have you sit on their face instead), but they'd let you if you really want to. whatever makes you happy. and secretly they enjoy the attention and praise even if they're shy about it at first. you just can't help it. having all that ass? it's impossible to shut up about how pretty they look and how you need a mouthful <33
thinking about chan having an obsession playing with your clit. not because it gives you pleasure, but because it calms him and gives his hand something to do while he works, relaxes, or talks on the phone. so you better keep quiet and keep still for him, because youre there to relax him, not distract him..
unless hes feeling mean and will slip in a finger here and there, removing it and making you suck the juice off his finger while he compliments his good little whore for being such a good, wet girl for him. then you know that soon you’ll be face down on the bed, face in your own puddle of drool, or on your back with his hand wrapped around your throat <3
the dream life 😵💫 on some days he'll sit you on his cock and plays with your clit just to feel you clench. he works you into a nice rhythm but always stops before you cum... he just wants to enjoy the soothing feeling of your snug walls around him <33
