summary: random texts between you and your 3 boyfriends
sc: 20
cw: strong language, fluff, suggestive
a/n: i apologise for being so distant 😭 i promise i am still working on things but i am prioritising my mental health right now... however 3RACHA always cheers me up this is very self indulgent
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Poly!Skz (ot8) x 9thmember!Reader (each unit will be a continuation within the same story)
Just look at me - danceracha x reader
sypnosis : you were supposed to be part of a new girl group under jype — at least — that's what was promised to you. to your dismay, you end up as a new member in an already forged group consisting of 8 men.
not only is your coworker crush spoken for, but by two partners… luckily they all want you.
✧ pairing: afab!reader x 3racha
✧ words: 3k
✧ content: workplace romcom, yearning, lite angst, polyamory, suggestive (still 18+ mdni).
✧ notes: surprise mer, i am your impromptu secret stay! i had to deceive you to write this cause i know you’d fight me on it but you’re not missing out on my watch so sit down and enjoy your damn meal!! (yes the title is a pun. i love u ok)
⠀࿐ྂ⠀for emmie and i’s secret stay event!
“HONEY, I’M HOME!” chan announces his return in a sing-song voice, strutting onto the office floor as the elevator doors part for him.
giggles bubble from behind computer screens as your colleagues, a third-wheeling audience, watch chan walk his routine path to your cubicle.
chan swings his arms over the panel, tilting his head like a curious dog as you click and clack away on the keyboard; unfazed by him inviting himself into your private space. you finish up the email you were typing and hit send before spinning in your chair to face him.
you smile in tandem at one another, chan’s pretty dimples popping from his cheeks.
“working hard or hardly working, jagi?” he coos, drumming his fingers on the partition to the rhythm of some mental beat. “or perhaps it’s the secret third option: hard while wor—”
he sputters when you playfully throw a crumpled paper note at his face. for someone who is steadfast on living without coffee, you wonder where the hell he pulls this energy from when it’s this late into the work day.
even you’re starting to get snappy from sitting on your ass for too long without a break. anyone whose come to your cubicle seeking help in the last hour has been redirected to chan. he actually just got back from a side quest of escorting an intern to the break room floor.
he’s happy to lift the energy for two, because he knows you’d do the same for him on his off days. you’re in it together after all, as the so-called ‘parents’ of your department floor.
some days you find that you’d spent more time helping others with their work than getting your own done. you’ve grown accustomed to being interrupted while in the middle of a task, to not having more than a minute of silence at your desk before someone’s calling out for you because they locked themselves out of their email.
and chan, your self-proclaimed work husband (his own words), has been there to shoulder half of the responsibility. maybe just a little more so; considering when you turn down a request, your colleagues will seek out ‘dad’ to hear a yes instead.
neither of you are even in charge of them technically. even if you get the workload and responsibilities of a supervisor, you’re not getting paid as one. the actual boss of your department is the tall, brooding mr. choi seunghyun; though he exists mainly in whispered rumours and brief sightings these days. he hasn’t taken too well to his recent divorce…
speaking of marriage, it’s not exactly a secret that neither you nor chan have rings sitting on your fingers. within the monochrome walls and droning days of your job, it’s only natural that your mind begin to wander, when your handsome colleague spends his days brightening yours by playing as a married couple.
referring to you as ‘the wife’ when introducing you to new workers on your floor. making you a coffee the way he remembers you like it even though he doesn’t drink it himself. leaving sticky notes on your computer, sometimes reminders and sometimes just cute little doodles.
your playful banter and fake arguing. his resonant chuckles at all of your jokes. his fond smiles that are for you and only you, even when you’re doing nothing but staring at each other in silence.
when you’re acting like a married couple with someone eight hours a day, five days a week, it’s a little hard to not get in your head about it.
you don’t want to burst this bubble if it’s not the same for him though. chan has made you excited to come to work, and you could happily slave away the rest of your life in this building if it means he’ll be by your side through all of it.
so you keep it to yourself. it’s just a crush… a crush who refers to himself as your husband.
────── ✧ ──────
said bubble bursts the day that your illustrious boss mr. choi has you accompany him to a meeting.
he has to quickly tend to something before it starts, so you’re left waiting for him on the break floor; doodling on your clipboard as you slouch in a lounge chair.
the sound of a very familiar, very welcome laugh has the joints in your neck cracking from how quickly you snapped it in his direction.
lo and behold, your work husband walking down the hallway, his arms interlinked with a guy you’ve never seen before.
chan’s eyes were shut while he was laughing along at whatever the mystery man was saying, so he doesn’t actually see you there until said man takes notice of your staring and taps chan’s forearm.
they both stop before you, and the sight burns into your brain. they’re… really close. chan’s brushed his hand over yours or lead you into a room with a palm on your back, but never anything that could compare to this.
the tanned man at his side stares at you with big, round eyes. between his full cheeks is a full lower lip jutting out almost in a pout. you catch the hand holding onto chan’s arm close around it just a little tighter.
“hey! they let you go on lunch so early?” chan starts, smiling and indifferent to the situation.
he looks between you both, and you only catch a few fragments as he leans in to whisper at the mystery man’s ear: “this is my … remember i told you …”
the man’s eyes light up, his mouth dropping into an ‘o’. he addresses you by your name which startles you, even more so when he stretches his hand out.
“i’m han, from the creative team. it’s nice to finally meet you. chan’s told me a lot.”
he’s actually… really cute.
you arch a brow, reaching out to take his hand. “only good things, i hope?”
you take immediate note of how clammy his palms are, how his grip is a little loose in yours compared to the other hand around chan’s bicep.
he giggles, and if this wasn’t your first impression of him, you could think that maybe he’s flustered.
“well, y.. uh, yes!” he trips on his own tongue, eyes darting back to chan who offers him a small nod in return.
you narrow your eyes — what do you make of that?
chan picks up after han, and he makes a bit of small talk in what you’re doing on the floor if not having a break; in how mr. choi’s doing now that he’s emerged from wherever he was holed up.
han stays quiet at his side, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. it’s not lost on you. you just can’t seem to wrap your head around it as you stay sitting and they just stand there arm-in-arm like this is the most natural thing in the world. like your entire perception of chan hasn’t just been flipped on its ass.
eventually, mr. choi reappears in the hall back from whatever he tended to, and you bid the pair.. couple?.. farewell as you follow behind your boss.
han waves even a little more enthusiastically than your work husband, a startling contrast to how shy he was just a second ago. as you walk off, you spare them a glance over your shoulder — where you catch han doing the same. he trips over his feet a little as your eyes meet.
being mentally present in that meeting was the most difficult task you’ve ever had to fulfil at your job to date. each time you blinked, behind your lids you recalled the way han clung onto chan. the silent look they shared and all the words behind it that you weren’t privy to. how much you found yourself drawn to han despite it all.
you’re stiff at your desk for the rest of the day, but you try to loosen up and not let it get to you. what did you know? it didn’t have to be anything serious. they could be close friends, maybe like brothers.
…then again: what did you know? really? who’s to say you know what they are to each other? you don’t.
sigh. the closest thing to being married that you’ve experienced is an inside joke with a coworker, and still you’ve managed to find out there’s a third party in your marriage. or maybe, you were the third party in theirs.
you tell your brain to shut up before it keeps you up all night ruminating on that very thought.
────── ✧ ──────
well. even with all your rumination, you couldn’t have possibly come close to this conclusion.
this time, you’re actually on break when you run into chan again. he’s stood by the coffee machine, and briefly — stupidly — you feel a little pang of hope that he’s making one for you.
“waiting for mr. choi again?” he quips, pressing the button to fill the styrofoam cup with espresso.
“no, fortunately. i’m about to have my lunch.” you bite your lip, considering inviting him to sit with you while you eat. and you almost get the words out until—
“jagiya,” a low voice calls from around the corner, and the way chan’s head whips to the source tells you everything you need to know.
a man that’s not han appears before you both, halting in the spot when he realises chan’s got company. pretty company.
“don’t let me interrupt,” he murmurs, noticing your mouth was open and probably about to speak.
“changbin,” chan flashes that dimpled smile and hands him the coffee cup, then introduces you to him by name.
changbin is a little shorter than han, but a little wider too. like, you can tell by a glance that he works out wide. toned too, with the way his button-up shirt stretches around his chest. he walks and carries himself with confidence.
he takes a sip from the cup and hums appreciatively before testing your name on his tongue. he smiles like it tastes sweet, even with the bitter coffee staining his palate.
“so this is who you’ve been hiding in your department.” changbin smirks. he bows his head at you in greeting. “i’m from creative.”
what is with chan and having side hoes from the creative team??
chan scoffs. “it’s the opposite, actually. most days i’m trying to drag her away from her desk, if not just fight with everyone else trying to get her attention.”
“i can see why.” changbin’s lip curls, and his eyes… now hold on, did he just check you out? “would you ever give me a tour?”
“hey, that’s my wife you’re talking to.” chan drops his face like he’s serious before laughing it off.
changbin just nods along, though there’s a glint in his eyes that understands whatever you just missed out on.
“i should probably get back to it. our floor might catch on fire soon if one of us aren’t there keeping order.” chan tells you with a tired exhale.
“walk me back to mine first?” changbin asks, smiling triumphantly when chan agrees without missing a beat. he shoots you one last lingering glance, one that knows something you don’t. “i hope i’ll be seeing you around.”
he leaves you with a wink, and then he’s gone after chan. you think you even see him reaching for changbin’s hand before they disappear around a corner.
what the actual hell.
have you found yourself in a marriage with the workplace communal dick? how was it that you’ve met not one but two people who mirrored your dynamic with chan; if not being closer to him than you could only ever wish to be.
chan is still much the same with you, though you can’t help but be a little curt with him now that you’ve come to the conclusion he sleeps around.
some may think it’s a bit dramatic, but you’ve been spending god knows how long pretending to be married parents with your super hot coworker, so you think it’s actually not that unreasonable to be devastated.
why did he have to use couple pet-names on you? why did he have to be so generous and giving? why did you have to think you were special when you only know this man from the job you share?
why did changbin and han have to be so damn attractive?!?
you’d find it easier to hold a grudge if you weren’t so conflicted. your thoughts weren’t consumed by just chan but them, too. if anything, you were upset at yourself for getting in the middle of them. for not picking up that chan might’ve wanted to sleep with you before them but you didn’t consider it soon enough.
alas, there’s four people in your marriage now, and it’s a bit too crowded for your comfort.
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“we need to talk.”
you don’t bother spinning in your chair to face him where he hangs his arms over the cubicle partition.
he uses your name at that, and you’re taken aback since it’s been a hot minute since he referred to you as anything other than a pet-name.
“am i allowed to come in?” his voice is so gentle when he says it.
“we’re having a conversation now.”
“i know. i just need you to look at me.”
well, you can’t argue with that, not when he sounds like he’s close to begging. you nod in his general direction and he doesn’t waste another blink in striding into your cubicle, standing before you at your chair.
you relent and look him in the eye, taking immediate notice of the dark circles under his waterline. seems like his grudge against caffeine has finally caught up to him. or maybe the clipped words and dull tone you’ve been subjecting him to the last two days might have actually stressed him out.
“i haven’t been honest with you, and i’m sorry.”
you hum, indicating that you’re listening but offering no reaction.
chan pulls his phone from his pocket. already, you’re raising your brows, because he always keeps that thing away and on silent mode to focus on the work at hand.
he says nothing as he turns the device on and hands it to you.
it’s just open on his lockscreen, but he really doesn’t have to say anything else.
it’s a photo of him with both changbin and han at either side. they’re pressed close together to fit in the frame, cheeks squishing but faces split in grins.
it dawns on you the split second before he actually confirms it out loud:
“we’re all together.”
your brows draw together. “…as in, you’re dating?”
he hums. “yeah.”
there’s a lot of questions racing in your head, too much for you to just grasp onto one and say it out loud. chan beats you to it though.
“they haven’t stopped asking about you,” he smiles. “it’s not just me, we’re all fond of you. i didn’t know if—”
“woah, woah. hold on.” you pinch the bridge of your nose. “are you swingers? like what does that even…”
not that you’re opposed if they are. you’re actually more than flattered, but erm. this is a lot to take in at the end of a full work day.
he just chuckles, so full of adoration like he always does. “it’s easier if they’re here too. come with me?”
that’s how you find yourself on the creative floor, sat in han’s desk chair while all three of them stand in front of you like offering a business proposal.
“you want me to join your throuple?!” you whisper-yell at the men.
changbin starts, “well yes—”
“i’m so sorry if we’ve misread,” han cuts in. “it’s just that chan’s had a massive crush on you and when i finally met you i saw why and—”
chan eases han’s rambling with a placid hand on his waist. he looks to you, “i know this might be intimidating. you don’t have to give us an answer, we just.. want you to know. the option still stands, whether you want us or not.”
do they think you’re insane?
“duh!” you throw your arms up in the air, and their faces flash with surprise. “of course i want you all. i just assumed i was getting in the way.”
“hell no.” changbin snickers. “had to stop myself from saying something not safe for work back there at the coffee machine..”
han groans at his pun. you actually giggle, and all three mens’ ears perk up, their faces lighting up in soft smiles just over the noise.
“truth be told, it is kinda intimidating but… i’m open minded.” you shrug.
when else are you going to get an opportunity like this in your life, after all?
“shit yes.” han murmurs, covering his mouth dramatically when he realises that wasn’t just an inside thought.
chan doesn’t waste another moment in closing the distance between you and him, bending at the knees to envelop you in a safe for work hug.
his face nuzzles into your shoulder, groaning lightly at the smell of you and the relief over finally being this close. you press a kiss to his exposed neck and he pulls away with a jolt, the tips of his ears burning red. the other two groan from where they’re standing witness, complaining about how chan pulled away and what they’d do if they were him..
“sooo, how does this work?” you say, looking between the men. “are you gonna take turns or is it like 3v1—”
changbin all but shoves chan out of the way, cupping your cheek in his hand. “either way, i’m first.”
“says who?!” han pouts, knocking shoulders with him as his hand comes to rest on the other side of your face.
you giggle, revelling in the attention. ah, who could’ve guessed your work husband was in a package deal with two more who are just as hot and whipped as him.
they both look like they’re about to swoop in for a kiss, so you place a hand on either of their shoulders before they butt heads attempting to do so.
“at least buy me a drink first, damn.” you giggle. “you can’t jump my bones when i just got here.”
chan shakes his head. “ah, sorry. they’re both eager like that.”
you’d be a bad liar if you said you’re any better off though.
burning at the proximity, you lean in to leave a fleeting kiss on changbin’s lips. you move on to kiss a pouting han afterwards.
then, at long last, you tilt your head up to chan: and you meet him halfway as he ducks down to kiss you sweetly.
when you part, the cubicle’s suddenly too cramped for four and buzzing with energy.
chan licks his lips, eyes darting across his two partners that look like they’re just about ready to pounce on you. “so, about those drinks…”
⋮ ٠࣪⭑ authors note ⋮ first post ,, dont come for me ts is brain slop also no proof-read ! sorry ! gonna delete ts if noone sees it ong…
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방찬. BANGCHAN
virgin!chan who , despite being out-of-"action" , can't keep his hands to himself — always wandering in places they shouldn't , especially in public . always has an excuse & will get flustered if you bring it up . will text you dirty things late at night , mostly when he's 100% sure that you're already asleep ( so he doesn't have to deal with the embarrassment of you reading them right then and there . ) cannot for the life of him keep his thoughts to himself either , always whispering things to you in public , slipping out lewd comments disguised poorly as jokes . swears you wear " revealing stuff " on purpose to " torture " him — will practically grope your ass and or hips when you do wear " torturous " clothes though . some nights with you , he has to literally hold back on begging you to just let him touch and please you . is surprisingly quite educated on female anatomy ( mostly due to porn ) , in hopes that when the day does finally come , he'll know exactly what to do . when you do finally let him fuck you , he's practically bursting at the seems in excitement ( that he masks very poorly ) . is genuinely shocked at the tightness , not being anything like how he had expected and " way better " then his hand . takes his time , holding back his urge to finish , almost painfully , just to make sure that you get the best of it first . is very vocal , especially the first time — asking things in between groans like : " you like that? " , " does this feel good? here? " and " is this right? are you sure? " . he's trembling almost the whole time , when he eventually does cum , he couldn't think straight enough to pull out , filling you up completely . after the first time , he becomes pretty much next-to hooked on you and your body — more than before and is baffled that he went so long without ever experiencing " heaven on earth " .
창빈. SEO CHANGBIN
virgin!changbin who is basically clueless , however , if you point him in the direction he's a fast learner. tell him where to touch , what pace to set , how deep he should be . . . clueless doesnt mean he hasn't thought it all through though — countless time's he's found his mind drifting to the idea of bending you over , making you scream loud enough for noise complaints , making you a complete mess . he's watched enough porn to know the basics . is constantly getting hard from the smallest things , your voice , your laugh — he knows its pathetic and will go to some lengths to make sure you have no idea about it sometimes ( in fear he'll " scare " you away ) . hates being mocked about his " innocence " by you , but wont stop you talking about it . some nights , when he's palming himself in the dark of his bedroom , he thinks about your pretty lips wrapped tightly around his cock , not a single mock or comment , tears staining your cheeks . at heart he's a freak and in his head he's a pro . when the time finally does come , he's desperate to be the one giving head instead — nothing like his fantasies . does almost every trick he had been googling months prior , when he feels your hand tightly grip and tug at his hair , he was the one moaning , more than you . he's a messy eater , but when he finally gets his dick wet — he's practically feral , barely being able to hold out from being rough . a stark difference to how he ate you out . convinces himself he could " go for rounds " but ends up cumming before you do — does immediately want more afterwards though .
한. HAN JISUNG
virgin!jisung who is a little too easy-going for his own good , tell him to get on his knees? it's done . sit on his face? he's ready . beg? he was already about to . honestly , even though sex is on his mind a lot — he's practically a nervous wreck after even a light kiss . isn't prepared for how different actually intimacy is compared to the porn he watches practically nightly . cries after he touches himself and or feels inexplainable guilt a lot of the time and is scared it'll happen with you . is aware that he's not the most skilled in bed but he will make it up for it with his mouth . is notorious for having wet dreams , every single one of them about you ( most of the time , it's you bossing him around ) . when you finally let him between your legs , his only thought is to make you a mess . eating you out mercilessly till your basically crying and whines are spilling from your mouth . when he finally gets inside of you , his mind blanks — unable to find a right pace for the first few minutes . with some of your guidance he's able to steady himself into a rhythm . as soon as he's close , you noticed before he did — his whines and noises turned into murmurs of : " m'thank . . . thank you.... " , almost in tears due to the pleasure ( not guilt this time ) . he didn't last long , but is too pussy-drunk to be embarrassed about it , eyes glued to it basically the whole time — mesmerized by you . afterwards , he's completely mind-blown and out of breath , face buried in your neck , sweat dripping off his forehead and onto your already wet skin . mumbles weakly into your neck that he " promises " too last longer next time . . .
porn without plot. you want to have some fun and you know exactly which boyfriend can help get it started.
pairing: 3racha/reader
content info: sub!reader, dom!changbin, dom!chan, switch!jisung, polyamorous mmfm foursome (so they’re all involved with each other and interact with each other), very enthusiastic consent with an implied red/yellow/green light system (yellow is employed once). some rough play (esp with changbin), cnc game that reader initiates, face-slapping, choking, dirty talk, pussy eating, double penetration, blow job, all three holes at once, multiple orgasms, jisung having a monster dick for no reason, aftercare. (technically no mention of birth control but it’s a long established relationship and you can safely assume it’s taken care of.)
word count: 5255 words.
enjoy <3
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When you want to play – really play – you know where to go.
Jisung can be an overthinker and Chan is always protective, so they hesitate before getting too rough with you. Changbin, however, never holds back. You know how to touch him, how to smile that particularly provocative smile, how to bat your eyelashes and invite him to play.
You are thinking about it when he returns from his work-out, muscles straining in his black tank shirt, body damp with sweat, and looking like pure, unadulterated sex. Chan and Jisung are huddled around a laptop in the living room, their entrepreneurial endeavours a seemingly endless chore, and they are so engrossed in their work they don’t see you leave.
You sneak off to your room to change, ditching your shorts and underclothes, slipping into one of Changbin’s old t-shirts and absolutely nothing else.
You intend to hunt him down after his shower, but it’s Changbin who comes to you. He ambles casually into your bedroom without knocking, comfortable and relaxed and at home. You have your own rooms for personal space but you all come and go as you please.
Your room is dimly lit with strings of fairy lights, the bed crowded with pillows and teddy bears, not to mention a big strong boyfriend who makes himself at home. Changbin is dressed in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair blow-dried soft and fluffy, but body as bulky and powerful as ever.
“Look at this,” he says, holding out his phone. A sweater you were eyeing has gone on sale so he sits on your bed and buys it for you without hesitation. He giggles to himself with all that self-satisfied delight, teasing that he is the best boyfriend and your number one favourite.
He knows the truest harmony lies among the four of you, together, always, but he likes to tease.
You like to tease back.
“Be careful, you big bully,” you say, because he plops himself down at the head of the bed, knocking a teddy bear over. You pick it up and aggressively shove it back into place.
He quirks an eyebrow, his giggling joviality replaced with a studious expression. He seems to finally notice what you are wearing, blinking his gaze up and down your body as you rearrange the pillows behind him.
You bat your eyelashes, all playful innocence.
“Don’t be so serious,” he says. He deliberately knocks a teddy onto the floor.
You playfully gasp, bending over with a flourish and flashing him.
“Ah,” he says, putting his phone on your bedside table. “It’s like that?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, blinking.
“Hm,” he says, giving you another quick once-over. “Okay.”
Changbin hauls you over his shoulder and wrestles you onto the bed. He puts you on your back, upside down so your head is near the foot. He climbs right on top of you, not an inch of muscle budging even when you thud your fists against his firm chest.
“Binnie,” you say, wriggling underneath him, the t-shirt riding up your thighs. “You’re crushing me, you big mean brute.”
“Brute,” he says, laughing. He grabs your hips and pins you to the mattress. “Tsk. You like it like that.”
“No, I – ah!”
Changbin never hesitates. He knows you will tell him if you don’t like something. It’s a game of trust, full of an all encompassing love that boasts such tender affection beneath each action. Being with Changbin is like being nestled in blankets by a warm fire on a snowy winter’s day. You are sheltered in the storm, feeling that protection even more keenly because of the dangerous cold.
Between you, there is nothing but heat.
He gathers the hem of the t-shirt and shoves it up, past the skin of your tummy, exposing your thighs and all the bare softness between them. Oh, yes, all softness against his hard body, the thickness of his biceps as he holds you down, his big thighs shoved between your open legs, broad shoulders relentless and ungiving even where you smack him repeatedly.
“Binnie, be careful,” you say, trying to close your legs around his hips.
You gasp when he puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast in the cup of his palm. His mean fingers immediately find the stiffening peak, thumb tormenting you while you whine.
You buck as if you want to throw him off, but he is right where you want him and he knows it. He knows you, your body like a well-loved instrument, his strong hands drawing every musical gasp and sigh out of you.
“Where’s your panties, hm?” he asks. Undeterred by your continuous bucking and writhing, he slides his hands down to your naked hips. He was slouched half-on top of you but he gets up on his knees now. He pushes your thighs apart, forcing his hips between them.
“Shameful,” he says. He tries to grab your flailing hands to no avail. You smack his chest and shoulders, dodging the reach of his fingers.
He smacks your face, a tap hard enough to register the game has really begun, but not so hard to sting for long. You still gasp, your hands pausing. It gives him time to work a hand between your open thighs.
“Ahh—!”
“Yah, look at you,” he says, rubbing his fingers through your wet pussy without finesse or gentleness. You twitch every time his knuckle rides over your clit. “Bad girl,” he says. “Who are you so wet for?”
He gives you no time to answer, scooting back to drag you to the middle of the bed. You are still upside down, your pillows and teddies piled behind him, all the dreaminess of your girly lace bedroom in contrast to his stark masculinity. It makes your whole body thrum with arousal, hot from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. You feel him even where he is not touching you.
Where he is touching you, you burn, heart erratic with anticipation as he squeezes your thighs, as he shoves your hands out of his way, as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy open to his gaze.
“Ah – Binnie—!” You get louder. Your bedroom door is open. Chan and Jisung might be focussed on their work, but not for long, not if you keep this up. Still, to speed things along, you scream, “Chan! Channie! Ch—hmmph!”
Changbin shoves a pillow in your face, holding it there, smothering you to soften your shrieks. His other hand is on your thigh – no, slipping higher, a surface touch through all that wet desire. Then his blunt fingers are inside you. You moan into the pillow, clenching around the thrust of his fingers. You get dizzy quickly, partially because of the pillow, partially his skilled hand.
He abruptly lifts the pillow. The oxygen goes straight to your head, as intoxicating as a kiss. You realize you are close to coming already, hiccupping with all that sudden breath as he fucks his fingers into you.
Changbin is relentless. You smack his chest but he ignores it, his strong arm keeping a steady momentum. An orgasm builds and builds, your fingers hooking into his t-shirt for some leverage. He puts a hand on your belly and holds you down. He feels so strong and heavy, utterly unmovable, and it makes falling apart so much easier.
“Didn’t you have something to say to Chan?” he says.
You gasp and turn your head. Sure enough, Chan is standing there, watching you. Changbin does it on purpose, knowing when you are close, so you look at Chan just as the orgasm crests.
Chan is standing beside the bed, dressed in his basketball shorts and a sleeveless black shirt, a baseball cap over his curly dark hair. He must have entered the room while the pillow was on your face, and now he is standing there, watching Changbin hold you down and fuck you with his hand.
“Channie, please—” you say, then you come all over Changbin’s fingers. You cry out because he keeps tormenting you, thumb shaking back-and-forth across your throbbing clit. “Ah, Binnie—Channie, please!”
Chan gives Changbin a look, his eyebrow quirked, then he just leans towards the open door and whistles. It’s a sharp, high whistle, a call to attention.
“Han,” he says, not even very loud. Chan never needs to shove or force or yell. When Chan says come, you come.
You always obey Chan. You throw your head back, gasping as you come a second time. It is so soon after the first orgasm that it feels like one long, rolling wave. It continues to shudder through you, even after Changbin slips his hand out.
The shirt is still shoved up your tummy, soft skin and wet pussy on display. Chan does not look away, reaching blindly behind himself for your desk chair. He yanks it closer to the bed and plops down, taking off his cap and tossing it on the floor. He is bare-faced, expression so open and honest, but a hunger in his eyes that darkens his whole face.
Changbin just looks giddy. You look at him as he giggles, that funny little chortle leaving that buff body. Then you realize he is rolling his sweatpants down.
“Channie!” you yelp, shrieking and twisting while Changbin licks his palm and strokes his cock, his other hand effortlessly holding you down.
Chan slouches in the chair. He props an elbow on the arm-rest and puts his chin in his palm. His other hand slips under the waistband of his shorts.
“Careful, baby,” Chan says, seconds before Changbin smacks you again. It is within your limit, but still enough to turn your head on impact.
Like before, it breaks your concentration, and Changbin takes the opportunity to grab your hips, line up, and shove his cock inside you. Chan and Jisung always give you a minute to adjust, the size of a hard cock definitely different from fingers, but Changbin never waits. Even while you wince and complain, he fucks you through it, gripping your hips hard and ignoring your hands pushing against his chest.
“Too much, Binnie,” you say, even though the sting is quickly passing. You’re so wet and it makes it easy for him to fuck you. It even sounds messy, every thrust opening you up, getting you even wetter, the bed creaking as he pulls you onto his cock over and over.
You look over at Chan who is still watching, the shape of his hand and his dick so clear through the material of his shorts as he fists his cock slowly.
You hiccup as Changbin switches from long, deep strokes to short, pounding ones.
At which point Jisung finally walks in, yapping about work, saying, “I was thinking we could postpone the meeting to Monday and—oh, hi, WHAAAT, we’re having sex in here? All right, man, okay, that’s cool, all right, what’s up.”
Oh, your sweet Jisung. He is also in house clothes, black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, dark hair feathering through his fingers as he runs his hand through it. He walks further into the room, kicking the door closed behind himself for no reason. His attention is firmly fixed on you, holding your gaze while Changbin fucks you. The unmoving intensity of those big brown eyes leaves you tingling, a swoop in your belly that feels as thorough as a good fuck. It crashes into the feeling of Changbin inside you, makes your whole body get tight so Changbin groans and curses.
“Oh,” is all you can say. You cover your face with both hands, gasping when Changbin goes back to longer, deeper thrusts.
“Heyyy, baby, why are you hiding?” Jisung says in his sweetest voice.
You hear him approaching, even above the sound of you getting fucked, above Changbin’s little grunts, above Chan cursing. You feel the dip of the mattress when Jisung climbs up on the bed, sitting near your head. Then his hands are on your wrists, prying them away from your face. You try to wrestle them back but he holds them calmly, his own arms boasting a subtle musculature as he pins your hands to the mattress to stop you from moving.
“Yes,” Changbin says. “Like that. Come on.”
“Jisungie,” you whine, looking down at where Changbin is driving into you, feeling each thrust deeper than your pussy, all the way up to your throat. You tip your head back, looking at Jisung upside down.
He leans down, his hair swooping forward, tickling your face as he kisses your forehead and temple.
“It’s okay, baby,” he says. Despite his soft voice, he does not lighten his grip, your hands still locked in place. “Does it hurt?” he asks, wide-eyed.
“Mmm,” you say, nodding, even while shuddering with so much pleasure that a tear spills down your cheek.
“Aww,” he says, licking that tear track, making every nerve spasm. “You’re so cute, baby.”
“She gets tighter when you choke her,” Chan says.
“Awww,” Jisung says. He releases one hand to reach for you. He wraps his fingers delicately around your throat, not even squeezing at first, just a caress as his hand curls around you.
Your adrenaline naturally peaks, body clenching, just like Chan said. Changbin groans his satisfaction and Jisung tightens his grip, keeping you pinned by the throat while Changbin goes still, coming inside you.
“Fuck,” Chan says.
Jisung releases your throat and you suck in a shaky breath. It is interrupted when Jisung swoops in, kissing your lips upside down. You squirm under the confusing messiness of his open mouth at this angle.
He comes up with a breath, one as shaky as your own, ravished from a kiss. He runs his hand through his hair and nods to Changbin, saying, “Turn her around.”
Two pairs of hands find you, manhandling you so easily between them. You yelp, startled by the movement, as they lift you up and turn you around so your head is in Changbin’s lap and Jisung is now the one between your legs.
Changbin hoists you into his arms, holds you in the cradle of his bicep as Jisung lays down between your open legs.
This is one area that Jisung never hesitates to indulge, his open mouth descending on your pussy with ravenous excitement.
You are so, so sensitive down there, almost numb beneath the first few searching swipes.
He presses his whole mouth there, moaning as he sucks on your clit then licks up and down, back and forth, around and around. His tongue rubs where Changbin just came, circling your sensitive hole, pressing there then licking back up to your already throbbing clit.
“Can’t come again,” you say, not entirely sure if it comes out coherent because your eyes are closed and your brain feels fuzzy.
He answers with a hum. He does not seem to be eating you out with the intention of making you come, but purely for his own pleasure as he sucks and licks and tastes. Despite that – and despite your words – you feel a tightening in your belly, a dull throb that feels too feels too deep to reach.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin says when you start to writhe, his big arm wrapped around your neck, holding you tight to his beating heart.
The thud of that heart, the relentless flick of Jisung’s tongue, and Chan’s approving nod makes your thighs press around Jisung’s head.
“Oh—” is your last word before you come again, bucking hard against Jisung’s face. You gasp and cling to Changbin’s arm.
Jisung keeps licking at you, not relenting until your gasping whine is more of a scream. Then he kisses your thighs and hips before pushing himself up onto his knees.
He and Changbin wordlessly work together, sitting you upright to remove your only article of clothing. Both pairs of hands find you again, touching and groping and stimulating everywhere.
You shudder under all the sensation, eyes closing, rocking against nothing. You are desperate to close your legs to relieve the tension, but Jisung is kneeling between them. Fortunately, he knows you well, his hand sliding down there, fingers finding you, curling into you.
“You’re soo wet, baby, it’s embarrassing,” he says. “You need it that bad?”
He is still using his sweetest voice, like he doesn’t know he is about to utterly wreck your shit. Because Jisung always does without very much effort, simply by effect of having the biggest dick you have ever taken. It is part of the reason you usually can’t start with him, or why he takes his time when you do, because it is an aching endeavour whenever he tries to fit all that inside you.
Even the bulge in his shorts is obscene, the material rubbing against your thighs. He brings your hand to that bulge and groans when you squeeze it, saying, “That’s it, that’s it—”
He leans over you. It sounds like he and Changbin might be kissing above your head, sloppily at that. Jisung is probably shoving his tongue into Changbin’s mouth, the same tongue that was just inside you as it licked up the mess that Changbin made.
They press you between their bodies in an envelope of desire, utterly dominating your senses. Changbin smells like his shampoo, a deep scent like mahogany, while Jisung tends to douse himself in cologne, faded now at the end of the day but still a rich, expensive smell. Beneath all that is that simple sweat, bodies getting worked up, raw sex overwhelming all those other scents.
You breathe them in, whimpering because you are pressed so tightly between them. You can feel Jisung twitching in your hand and Changbin beginning to stiffen again at your backside.
There is a wet pop and a shared gasp when they stop kissing. Jisung grabs your face and pulls you up, his mouth hot when it claims yours, that stupidly talented mouth making you crazy.
“Hold her,” Jisung says, speaking against your lips while guiding Changbin’s hands. Jisung grabs your thighs and pushes them up, not quite folding you in half but almost there. He knows you need to be open to take him. Even then, you are already clenching, fluttering around nothing in anticipation.
Changbin holds your thighs back, hands pressed under the curve of your knee. Jisung hastily shoves his shorts down his thighs, leaving them gathered at the knee. He touches you and uses your desire to wet his dick, frantically jerking it as if it is not already intimidatingly hard and ready.
“Jisungie,” you say, already whining, wiping an embarrassing spot of drool as it spills over your bottom lip. Your body is so eager that it thunders out of control, clenching around nothing, and you can’t seem to stop it.
Jisung is so mean, just using his fingertip for a second, circling your fluttering hole. You try kicking him but your ankle manages little more than a flick, your legs trapped in Changbin’s hold.
“Sorry,” Jisung says, giggling and obviously unapologetic. He flicks your pouting bottom lip before finally putting the tip of his dick at your entrance.
The first little bit is always fine. It feels good to be full, your body needing him, pulling him in. He rocks back and forth a little, pushing an inch then another, and that’s when your body realizes how much there is, clenching and stretching and burning as he pushes in.
He goes slow, his whining mouth against your throat. But then Chan sits on the edge of the bed and touches his back. He bottoms out quickly and you squeak, eyes closed and breath coming fast.
You hear Chan say, “Take it off.” Confused, you blink your eyes open. Chan is talking to Jisung, tugging his shirt up his back.
Jisung groans but complies, tugging it over his head with one hand. The few seconds give you a precious moment to adjust, barely enough before he comes back and starts to fuck you with short, rolling thrusts. You think Chan is getting Jisung’s shorts out of the way given the jerky way Jisung moves on top of you, but then you are skin to skin with no obstruction.
“Mmph, yellow – legs,” you say, breaking only briefly to prevent a cramp in your thighs. Changbin is quick to smooth you out, helping reposition you more comfortably.
You sprawl flat on your back as Changbin moves away, wrapping your legs around Jisung’s waist without any hindrance. He holds himself above you, alternatively muttering expletives and cooing sweet nothings at you.
Changbin sits on one side, Chan the other, both fully clothed despite the obvious strain below their waistbands. It reminds you a little of the time Changbin topped Jisung while Chan fucked you, the pair of you kissing and touching between them the entire time.
Today is a little different. You are at the centre of it all, Jisung inside you, Chan’s hand on your chest and Changbin’s fingers circling your mouth. You take those fingers when prompted, sucking dutifully, batting your eyelashes up at him while he softly finger-fucks your mouth.
Chan’s fingers join him, touching your lip. You open your mouth wider and drool messily around the intrusion.
“Fuck,” Chan says. He rips his hand back in sudden needy haste. “Turn over,” he demands, smacking Jisung on the ass.
It makes Jisung yelp but he complies. With some help from Changbin, you roll over until Jisung is on his back and you are on top of him. Changbin kneels upright too, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, tongue penetrating your mouth as Jisung holds your hips and thrusts up into you.
Chan grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place while Changbin kisses you. Chan’s other hand runs down your front, tweaking a nipple and making you mewl into Changbin’s mouth. You are more panting than kissing by the time Chan’s fingers reach your pussy.
Jisung slows down just a little, out of breath and whimpering as you clench around him. This angle makes him feel stupidly deep, your eyes rolling back. He makes a few small, jerky movements, not even a deep thrust, and it still feels like he his hitting your heart.
Chan joins the kiss with Changbin. You are not even sure who is kissing you, just that it is one or the other, back and forth until you are dizzy. You know it is Chan’s fingers between your legs, the unmistakable pattern of his deft, familiar stroke making you spiral towards another orgasm.
“Oh, god, she’s – she’s—” Jisung says, squeezing your hips, going still for a minute to stop himself from coming when you do. He is breathing as hard as you.
You look down at Jisung, holding eye contact while you come hard on Chan’s fingers. Chan and Changbin are each sucking a bruise into either side of your neck.
“Fuck,” you say in a watery voice, thighs shaking, hands on Jisung’s abdomen as you lean forward.
“That’s it,” Chan says, kissing your throat sweetly while Changbin bites you meanly. Both of them swipe their tongue across the mark they leave behind. “Jisung,” Chan says, a demand without further explanation.
“Fuck, I know,” Jisung says, slowly moving his hips again.
It is so quick off your orgasm, it makes aftershocks move through your whole body. You are a livewire, making every ridiculous sound possible as Jisung fucks you, Changbin kisses you, and Chan gets up behind you.
Chan runs his hands down your sides, gently bending you forward until you are chest to chest with Jisung.
“Yup, just like that,” Chan says, rubbing the base of your spine then lower. His hands cup the curve of your ass, squeezing, tilting your hips just so. It gives him a good view of Jisung’s cock moving in and out of you, no doubt obscenely wet and messy, as well as exposing the smaller hole in your ass as he spreads you open.
“Changbin,” Chan says, still with that same confident assurance he will be obeyed no matter what, “Pass me the lube. Bedside drawer.”
As if you were not already sensitive enough, just hearing those words makes everything clench, which makes Jisung fuck you harder, which makes some place inside you that is so unbelievably soft and tender start to ache.
“Ah, that sound,” Changbin says when your moans turn to high-pitched whimpers. He pats the back of your head and reaches for the bedside table.
After a bit of rustling, he tosses the lube at Chan who catches it easily.
“One second,” Changbin says while Chan uncaps it. “She’s gonna come again. Big one, isn’t it, yes?”
The fact he knows before you do is a testament to how closely he watches you, how well he knows you. He is completely right, of course, as Jisung repeatedly pounds into some squishy, vulnerable part of you, so deep and so tender. You are not sure your clit would even respond if someone tried to touch it, but they don’t need to. It is enough that Jisung is hitting that place again and again.
You come with a scream, literally gushing around Jisung as you come. It takes everything in his willpower not to come, nonsensically begging Changbin to help so he doesn’t finish. Changbin just grabs him by the throat, much harder than Jisung grabbed you, making Jisung choke out a strangled gasp immediately. It works, though, as Jisung goes still but stays hard, letting you rock desperately on top of him as your orgasm seems to last ages.
When it finishes, you are completely boneless. You slump onto Jisung who takes a breath when Changbin lets go.
“All right,” Changbin says, smacking your ass. You hear him kiss Chan quickly. “Your turn.”
It is a good thing you feel so willowy; it makes it easy for Chan to open you up on his slick fingers. The few times you have done this, it always took forever, which was fun in its own way, but today it is so easy. He slides a finger right in, then another, hardly any obstruction as your body surrenders so completely to your boyfriends.
“You gonna take it okay, baby?” Jisung asks, his hands on your sides, holding you steady.
You look up at him, nodding, and open your mouth with a whine. He understands, lifting his head, meeting you in a messy, lazy kiss while he rocks slowly inside you. The kiss only breaks when Chan replaces his fingers with his cock, reigniting every spark in your over sensitized body.
“Ugh, god,” Jisung says, barely above a breath as he pants against your mouth. “He’s inside you, baby?”
You don’t answer because he can probably feel it when Chan is fully inside you. It takes a second for them to calibrate, find a rhythm that works. You are not sure if you are more impressed with yourself for taking it so easily this time, or impressed that Jisung has lasted this long and is still coherent enough to keep a steady rhythm.
“Changbin,” you say, his name a moan on your lips. You need to feel him too, his hand on your back not nearly enough.
“Go,” Chan says, groaning, your hips in his hands as he fucks you. “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he says. “Isn’t our girl so good for us?”
Changbin and Jisung basically just grunt in reply, affirmative but irrevocably distracted.
Changbin kneels near your head, rubbing the back of your neck and gently guiding you to turn your face. Jisung swears when you open your mouth, a bit of spit drooling past his own lips as he watches you take Changbin’s cock past your lips. You mostly just lay there with your mouth open, letting him fuck it rather than really blowing him, but there are no complaints.
Chan squeezes your ass, a gentle knead that just makes you feel more open, stretched to your absolute limits, so full that you do not know how you will ever be happy without them all inside you.
It reinvigorates you. You find strength in your arm and use it to touch Changbin, fist circling where your mouth does not reach. You get him off first but Chan follows quickly, muttering things like you, tight, perfect, baby, baby, baby.
“Oh god,” Jisung says, somehow still holding out. When Chan slips out, it gives Jisung slightly more leverage. He pushes himself upright, letting you slump in his arms and cling to him while he fucks up into you with quick, desperate little uh-uh-uhs.
Finally, he comes, your name melting into a moan as he buries his face in your neck, mouth open where Changbin left his bitemark.
They surround you after that and you hum happily, letting them pass you from one pair of arms to the next. Jisung flops back, running his hands through his hair and catching his breath. Changbin is there with a cloth of some kind – you think it might be Jisung’s shirt, but Jisung is way past caring – and he gives you a quick and gentle wipe-down while kissing your sleepy brow.
“I should buy you sweaters more often,” Changbin says, giggling.
It makes you snort with laughter, blinking up at him with a grin. “Was gonna fuck you anyway, dummy,” you say.
“In that case, I’ll buy you another one right now.”
You giggle when he rubs his nose against yours in a cute little nose-kiss, eyes crinkling with an affectionate smile.
“Mm, c’mere, sleepy,” Chan says, rightfully as you are still mostly slumped in his arms. You manage to string an arm around his neck as he scoops you off the bed and holds you against his chest.
You are still a little dazed from so much sensation. You let your boys take care of you. After some quick inspection and care, you are plunked in a bath with Jisung to clean and decompress while the other two go strip and re-make the bed.
Jisung kisses your face while helping you wash, his careful hands and the hot water soothing every achy limb.
“Totally worth it,” you say, head under his chin, eyes closed and sighing contently.
Changbin comes to help you out. By then, you are bright-eyed, sore but in a way that makes you alive. You feel clean and fresh and loved, bundled up in a robe and then carried off in Changbin’s arms to the living room where food, a comfy couch, and Chan is waiting.
Jisung joins a moment later. The laptop is long since closed and utterly forgotten, the four of you snuggling up in a big blanket. Chan has an arm slung across the back of the couch, your head on his chest, Changbin’s arm around your middle, and Jisung half-asleep where heis slumped against Changbin.
“Round two?” Jisung asks then promptly yawns, making you laugh as Changbin playfully smacks him and Chan just sighs an amused sigh.
Taking the cue from Jisung’s yawn, you close your eyes and snuggle down.
“Love you,” you say, drifting off to each of them saying it back. You know one of them will carry you to bed eventually, so you let yourself drift into sleep, safe and warm, happiest when you are all together, just like this, the four of you always in perfect harmony.
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3racha x fem!reader
genre ✧・₊ mmmf smut (w/ a little plot)
warnings ₊ ✧ ˚ changbin's birthday surprise (it's FILTHY), foursome, mmmf, switch!jisung, "hard" dom!chan, switch!changbin, soft dom!reader (i'm horrible at classifying these lol), sharing is caring, mxm, oral (m & f receiving), implied past sexual relations, unprotected sex (be safe!), p in v, anal (mxm), anal fingering/prep, riding, cum eating, mentions of spit, creampie, kissing (do i bother mentioning this at this point lol), aftercare, i think that's all
part one
✧ ₊˚. ⋆ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋆ ⁺₊ ✧
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“You know how we’ve been talking about telling Binnie?” Jisung asks on a whim. Chan spun in his desk chair, his eyes wide—but Jisung kept his focus on you, laying on the opposite side of Chan’s bed.
“Yeah? Why?” You rest your phone on your chest, looking up as Jisung moves closer to you.
“Would you kill me if I said we already told him?”
“Jisung—” Chan tried but you were already laughing.
“Really?” You chuckle softly. “What does he think?”
“Uh…” Jisung glances at Chan, obviously a little taken aback by your nonchalance.
“What? Did you think I would be upset?” You look between the two idols.
“I mean, kinda.” Chan shrugged, looking a little sheepish.
You smiled, “I’m shocked you haven’t asked if he could join yet.”
“Well…”
“Actually…”
They both trailed off at the same time.
“Will you just ask?” You prompt, sitting up.
“We were hoping you’d help us with a little birthday surprise for Bin.” Chan explained.
“I assume that’s separate from the surprise party Felix is planning?” You tease.
“Felix is planning a surprise party!?” Jisung exclaimed, looking from you to Chan with an adorably upset expression etched on his face.
Chan sighs, rolling his eyes, “He wasn’t going to tell you until the day because you—” He pokes Jisung’s chest, “Have a habit of spoiling things.”
“I do n—”
“Ji,” you place a hand on his shoulder, “I can’t even go and Felix told me about it.”
“That’s not fair—wait, why can’t you go?”
“Work.” You groan, flopping back on the bed with your hands above your head. “I couldn’t get someone to cover me and unfortunately a party isn’t enough of an emergency, though I’m sure Lix would disagree.”
“You still get off at seven though, yeah?” Chan asks. You hum an affirmative, eyes trained on Chan’s string lights—framing his room and glowing a warm purple. You always felt so calm in Chan’s room, you’ve known him the longest of all the Stray Kids members and he’s always put you at ease. You let your eyes fall closed for a moment, the two boys chatting quietly a couple feet from you working as white noise. You’d been forced to work overtime this past week after one of your coworkers called out and no one else could cover the shift. The only reason you offered is because you know she has kids and she’s covered shifts of yours in the past, it was only fair (and you’re nice). But you were drained, body and mind, it was nice to let yourself sink into Chan’s plush comforter and relax.
You felt the bed shift under you, shaking slightly, enough for you to open your eyes. You see Jisung hovering over you, a funny look on his face. You couldn’t quite place the expression.
“Can I help you?” You giggle. You’d hardly finished the sentence before his lips were on yours. Jisung’s lips were always a little chapped, never to the point of discomfort but he had a habit of licking his lips frequently. You were quick to reciprocate, lifting your hand to rest on the back of his neck, humming contently as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away, you laughed again.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing, you’re just cute.” He grins down at you.
“You’re pretty cute too, Ji.” You pinch his flushed cheek, causing him to cry out and back away—though you knew he was playing it up.
“So you’re in?” Chan asks, ignoring Jisung.
You nod, “Hell yeah! Just let me know what exactly you wanted to do and I’ll be there.”
“Perfect.”
"Haven't there been enough surprises today?” Changbin grumbles as he’s led back into his room. You had been waiting on his bed for the last ten minutes or so, Jisung having snuck you into the apartment after everyone left. Hyunjin had been kind enough to leave for the night (aka bribed by Chan), so the four of you had the apartment to yourself.
You crawled forward on the bed—dolled up in a dark blue babydoll dress you’d bought for the occasion—and waited for the boys to sit him down.
“Trust me, Binnie. You’ll like this.” Chan says, his hands tight over the younger’s eyes. Jisung had one of his hands, leading him towards the bed before stepping to the side. Chan spun him around, gently pushing him to sit.
“Come on!” Changbin whined, though he kept his eyes closed as Chan pulled his hands away. You crawled forward, replacing Chan’s with your comparably smaller hands over Changbin's eyes and leaning closer to his ear.
“Happy Birthday, Binnie.” You murmured, low and sultry. He only jumped slightly, head turning a hair towards you, giving you easier access to his quickly reddening ears. “You can open your eyes.”
“Y/N?” He mumbles, eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Hi, handsome.” You grin, moving lower to press a chaste kiss behind his ear. He shivers, slowly turning to look at you.
“What are you doing—” His jaw dropped, eyes going wide as he took in the sight of you. “...here.”
You giggle, “I hear you’ve been wanting to join us. I’m here to make that wish come true.”
“Seriously?” He asks, letting you crawl onto his lap. “I’m not dreaming?”
“No, baby.” You lean down, pressing your lips to his neck and suckling softly. “I‘m real.” You slur slightly, trailing up to his jaw, being sure to leave a couple faint marks behind. Once you were satisfied, you moved back, pushing Changbin to lay down on the bed before sliding off his lap.
He let out an annoyed grumble as you stepped away, joining the other two men in front of him.
“This is your night, Binnie. Who do you want to see first?” Chan asks. “We’re here to give you a show.” Changbin took a second to realize what he was asking. He tilted his head, smiling at Jisung.
“Ji, you first.” Changbin ordered. Jisung seemed to be playing up his shyness as he stepped forward, slowly stripping off his shirt. But with the way Changbin was looking at him, that’s exactly what he wanted. Finally Jisung kicked off his boxers and took a step back.
“Channie next.” Chanbin said, still looking at Jisung. Chan moved forward, going much slower than Jisung had. It made sense, Chan had the most experience with strip teases (on stage at least), so he knew how to get a reaction out of his audience.
Once Chan was nude, Changbin’s gaze fell to you. You smiled sweetly, hands clasped in front of you like this was the most normal, innocent thing you could be doing on a friday night.
“Y/N…” He tilted his head at you, eyes trailing up and down. “Can you keep the dress on? You look so good in it, just take off your panties.” You nod, moving closer to him before you slowly slid your matching blue panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them.
“Okay, Bin.” Chan said, his demeanor changing suddenly. “Your turn.” Changbin’s eyes went slightly wide as Chan moved towards him. It was clear Changbin was no longer the one giving orders as Chan stripped him down, pushing him into the middle of the bed.
“You’re gonna be good, huh Binnie?” Chan cooed, kneeling at the end of the bed. Changbin nodded, fighting the smile that was attempting to spread across his face. “Something funny?”
“N-no.” Changbin pursed his lips, swallowing as he watched Chan pull a bottle of lube from his bedside table. Changbin was quick to spread his legs, giving Chan room to settle between them. He spread lube across his fingers, bracing himself on the bed as he slowly pushed two inside Changbin. His eyes fluttered and a quiet groan escaped his throat. Changbin bit his lip, a pleased smile spreading across his face.
“You never told me he was this cute.” You look playfully towards Jisung who was staring at Changbin with adoration in his eyes.
“He so rarely lets us do this… it’s nice to see him let go.” Jisung crawls onto the bed, settling next to Changbin’s head and lazily playing with his hair. Changbin leaned into the touch, letting Jisung take one of his hands so he could squeeze. You followed suit, throwing your leg over Changbin’s waist and settling on his stomach—letting your hands trail down his body. Gripping his broad shoulders, then tracing across his collarbones and down to his pecks. His eyes darted from your face, to your body, to your hands, then back again—trying to decide what to focus on.
“Are you sensitive, Binnie?” You ask, your thumbs grazing over his nipples. Changbin sucked in a quick breath, nodding as his eyes met yours once again. “Good.”
You lean down, dragging your tongue across his nipple before latching your lips around it—suckling softly as Changbin continues to whine and whimper, Chan’s fingers slowly pumping in and out.
Once you’d made a mess of both his nipples, now red and covered with a thin sheen of spit, you slowly slid further down his abdomen. Bracing your hands on his stomach, you slid your slick folds over his length. Changbin bucked up, one of his hands flying to grip your hip. You ‘tsked’ at him, looking to Jisung who quickly took his other hand.
“No touching yet, Binnie.” You scolded with a warm smile. “Let us spoil you.”
Chan—deciding Changbin had been prepped enough—crawled higher on the bed, spreading more lube over his hard cock. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at Binnie.
“You ready, big boy?” He asked, a cock grin on his face. You loved when Chan got like this, he was always the one who teased. But this was new, seeing him from a new perspective, watching as he teased someone else.
Changbin nodded, again bucking his hips impatiently.
“Words, Changbin.” Jisung murmured in his ear, still holding tight to his hands.
“Y-yes, ple-please…” He choked out, swallowing thickly. Chan looked at you, waiting for a nod before sitting back and lining himself up with Changbin's clenching hole. You did the same, lifting yourself onto your knees and taking Changbin’s flushed and leaking dick in your hand, teasing it between your pussy lips.
You move at the same time, smiling when Changbin gasps at the duel sensation, his eyes rolling backward as he pulls at Jisung’s grip. Changbin wasn’t as large as Chan, though he was noticeably thicker. You felt the stretch of him as you slowly bottomed out, giving yourself a moment to adjust. Chan groaned behind you, huffing a laugh as he pulled out and pushed back in again.
“Fuck, Binnie—” Chan sighed, you could almost hear the smile on his face. “You’re so f-fucking tight… why did we—agh—wait so long to do this again?”
“Ch-Channie—” Changbin moans, his back arching as Chan slid back inside. Once you had adjusted enough, you slowly slid his cock back out, keeping the tip inside before you sank back down.
“Binnie, baby…” You moan, sighing as you slowly rock your hips against him. “You’re stretching me so good.” Changbin fought Jisung’s hold, though it was half-hearted at best, looking up at you, eyes pleading. You couldn’t help but smile down at him, watching as his eyes glazed over.
You and Chan quickly found a rhythm, once you both found a pace you could maintain, you started to alternate. Chan pushed in, you pulled off, you slid down, Chan pulled out, over and over again. Changbin was loud, unable to hold back his pleasure.
“You need something to keep your mouth busy, Bin?” Chan asked, slightly out of breath.
“J-Ji?” Changbin looked up at the younger man, his eyes pleading.
Jisung smiled softly, releasing his hold on his hyung’s hands and moving to bracket Changbin’s head with his knees. He tapped his tip on Changbin’s lips, waiting for him to part them before sliding inside. He didn’t go very far, just enough for Changbin to suck on the tip—continuing to whine, though it was now muffled.
Jisung clearly wasn’t concerned about his own pleasure—at least not yet—forcing himself to focus on Changbin and what he needed. You and Chan however, had lost your coordination, getting distracted with your own gratification.
“Shit!” Chan groans, his pace increasing, pounding against Chanbin’s prostate as he chased his release. Changbin’s back arched and he took Jisung further into his mouth, whining loudly as Chan finished inside. You were close behind rocking your hips as Changbin’s cock brushed over your g-spot.
“B-Binnie—Binnie, baby, are you close?” You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Jisung’s dick fell from his lips as he lifted his head. He was flushed and glistening with sweat, his eyelids heavy as he nodded. “Come for me, handsome. I wanna… feel your cum inside me.”
The idea seemed to be enough to push Changbin over the edge, he groaned loudly—his warm seed spilling inside you, enough it was spilling out of you. You let out a high pitched squeal, leaning back as your orgasm washed over you. Chan was quick to catch you, letting you catch your breath as you lent against his damp chest.
After a minute, you rolled onto your back—melting into the bed, Changbin’s cum slowly leaking onto the sheets. Chan smirked, looking from between your legs to your fucked out expression.
“Holy shit.” Changbin said, having finally come back to reality.
“You okay to keep going?” Chan asked. He was asking everyone, though his eyes were trained on you. Once you nodded, giving him a playful smile, he looked to his band members.
“Jisung still needs to finish.” Changbin said, sitting up. It was clear Jisung was trying to hide his need, and failing horribly. His cock was hard and heavy against his abdomen, and his cheeks were as red as his tip.
You turned your head to look at him, crooking a finger, “Come here, baby.” Jisung was quick to obey, crawling closer to you on the bed. He settled at your side, pressing his thighs together painfully. You cooed softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Have we been neglecting you?”
“I… ‘m okay.” He mumbles. “This is about Changbin-hyung.”
“It’s alright, Jisung.” Changbin moved behind him, letting his hands rest on the younger’s hips. “You know I like to give as much as receive.”
“But… it’s your birthday. We should be spoiling you.” He looked over his shoulder at Changbin, you could tell he wasn’t being completely honest. Changbin seemed to enjoy it though, pushing Jisung to ask for what he wanted. “I’ll pick the position if it’ll make you feel better.”
Jisung nodded quickly.
“Okay, Ji.” Changbin smiles. “Why don’t you settle between Y/N’s legs?” Jisung obeyed, moving between your legs, arms hooked around your thighs with his ass in the air. He looks up at you with his big boba eyes and you wink at him. Just as he’s about to lean down, Chan smacks his ass. The slap echoes in the room and Jisung yelps.
“God, such a greedy little thing.” Chan huffs.
“Why don’t you get on the bed, Channie, up by Y/N. I’ll take care of Ji.” Changbin slides off the bed, standing behind Jisung. Chan nods, taking his place and moving closer to you. He lifts your head to rest on this thigh and you can’t help but lick your lips, his cock resting in his lap—slowly getting hard again.
Changbin’s switch up was bazaar, but beyond sexy to see. How he could go from whining and subby to commanding and gruff within a few minutes you didn’t quite understand. Not that you were going to complain.
Changbin started to prep Jisung, using the same lube Chan had grabbed. His other hand pushed the back of Jisung's head—fingers tangled in his hair—until he was pressed against your core. Jisung was quick to stick out his tongue, sucking and lapping at your pussy—the tang of Chan and your release on his tongue. Your toes curled when he sucked your clit onto his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
Your eyes rolled back and you felt Chan brush hair out of your face. Looking up at him, you again licked your lips before leaning forward, taking him in your hand and pressing chaste kisses to his tip. You didn’t take him into your mouth right away, instead pumping him slowly with your hand as you gave his head little kitten licks. Growing impatient, his hand traveled to the back of your head and slowly pushed you down. You welcomed the control, sticking out your tongue and dropping your jaw.
You sucked in a breath when Jisung moaned loudly against your cunt, Changbin having pushed into his puckered asshole.
“Fuck, Ji…” Changbin groaned, “Quit clenching like that and let me in.” Jisung whimpered, his eyes rolling back, nails digging crescents into your thighs.
“Focus on me, babygirl.” Chan said, his voice low. You took him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and starting to bob your head up and down. Chan set the pace, his hand still gripping your hair.
“A-argh!” Jisung whined, his forehead pressed against your abdomen as Changbin pounded into him from behind. “Chang-Changbin, fuck!”
“You can take it, pretty boy.” Changbin cooed, gripping tight to his hips.
At the back of your mind, you wondered how this would’ve gone had Hyunjin not left. If you’d all been forced to stay quiet to avoid disturbing the artist. Part of you would’ve hated not being about to hear them, whining, moaning, groaning with pleasure. The other half of you can’t help but imagine how they’d sound muffled, biting the back of their hands, shoving whatever they could between their lips to smother the sound. Maybe another time.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Chan asked, smiling fondly down at you. You didn’t answer, only taking him deeper, trying not to choke as he tapped the back of your throat. Chan hissed, head falling back. Your efforts were interrupted as Jisung resumed his assault on your clit, dragging his tongue quickly back and forth.
You gagged, pulling off Chan and taking a deep breath. Chan didn’t protest, letting his hand replace your mouth, moving lazily up and down. You gripped the sheets under you, back arching as Jisung pushed you closer to a second orgasm.
“Ji—Ji!” You moan, your cunt clenching around nothing as he pushed you over the edge. Jisung drank it all, slurping obscenely as Changbin continued to move behind him.
It took you a few minutes to come back to reality, noticing that Changbin had moved Jisung next to you, burying himself fully as Jisung sunk into the bed.
You turned over, on your hands and knees as you took Chan back into your mouth. He seemed a little shocked, his questioning words dying in his throat as you swallowed him down. He came quickly choking out moans as his cock twitched in your mouth. Slowly pulling off him, you showed him your white coated tongue. He stared in awe as you swallowed, taking a second to process before surging forward. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips, pulling you to straddle his lap.
Behind you, Jisung was gripping the sheets for dear life, Changbin slamming into him again and again. They came at the same time, Jisung’s release soaking into the bed covers as Changbin pulled out and watched his cum seep out of Jisung’s gaping hole.
Once you and Chan finally pulled away, you all took a few minutes to come down, heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
You took turns going to the bathroom in pairs, Changbin took Jisung first to him up while you and Chan changed the sheets. Once you’d all taken a quick shower and changed into more comfortable clothes— Changbin lending you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt—you settled on his freshly made bed.
Chan had pulled you against his side, your legs thrown over Jisung’s lap as he sat between Changbin’s legs.
“So… what did you think of your birthday present?" You ask with a playful grin.
Changbin huffs a laugh, “Best birthday ever.”
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