Summary: While visiting Arlington before a concert, you unexpectedly meet Chan and Changbin from Stray Kids and take a photo with them. A spark is lit when Chan secretly gives you his number during the show, leading to daily conversations, coffee meetups, and a deepening connection. As feelings grow, both Chan and Changbin realize they want something more.
Warnings/Tags: Strangers to lovers (sort of?), poly!stray kids, fluff, love at first sight (for them)
A/N: Requested by @staytinyarmy I hope I did your idea justice and you like it. Thanks for requesting☺️🖤
The sun blazes warm over Arlington, casting golden halos across the sidewalk as you hurry down the street. You weren’t planning to be here today - just a last-minute decision, the kind you chalk up to fate later. The plan was simple: grab coffee, walk a bit, and maybe do some shopping before heading back to your hotel to get ready for the concert tomorrow. A little pre-show excitement, nothing more.
But fate doesn’t believe in simplicity.
You don’t see them right away, not at first. Not until you glance up from your phone and spot two very familiar figures crossing the street.
Bang Chan and Seo Changbin.
Your heart stutters. They're dressed casually, hoods up, sunglasses on, but you'd know those silhouettes anywhere. You blink, half-expecting it to be some weird illusion, but then Changbin laughs at something Chan says, and it's unmistakable.
They’re right there.
You don’t want to bother them, you really don’t. But you’ve admired them for so long, and you’ve promised yourself that if you ever got the chance, you’d at least say hi.
So you take a breath, gather every ounce of courage you have, and jog forward a few steps. "Um… excuse me?" you say, tentative. "Are you…? Sorry, I-are you Chan and Changbin?"
They pause mid-step. Chan turns to look at you first, smile already blooming, and Changbin lowers his sunglasses a touch, curious. “Yeah,” Chan says, voice warm and low. “That’s us.”
“I’m really sorry to bother you,” you add quickly. “I just-could I take a quick photo with you? I’m going to your concert tomorrow and…yeah.”
You snap a selfie, and they’re both smiling, close enough to feel real, close enough to smell the faint scent of cologne and summer air. You say a quick thank you, and they both say something kind - Chan’s “Enjoy the concert, okay?” and Changbin’s “You’ve got great taste,” making your face heat.
And then you’re gone, pulse pounding, barely believing it happened.
When you disappear down the street, Chan exhales a laugh and nudges Changbin with his elbow. “She was cute, huh?”
Changbin watches your retreating figure, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah… really cute.”
There’s a beat of silence between them before Chan says it- quiet, half-serious. “Think she’s our missing piece?”
Changbin raises an eyebrow. “You mean…?”
Chan just shrugs, grinning. “Maybe.”
“You’re ridiculous babe, we'll never see her again,” Changbin laughs.
-
The next night, the stadium pulses with energy. The crowd is electric, every scream and chant wrapping the members of Stray Kids in a living, breathing wave of love. You’re in the first row, your eyes wide and heart full, when it happens.
During a break between songs, Chan glances out into the crowd. His gaze scans, skimming faces and signs, until it lands on you.
His smile flickers, then brightens. He leans in close to whisper something to Changbin, who follows his line of sight. When he spots you, his eyes widen slightly.
“No way,” he murmurs.
Chan grins. “Told you.”
They don’t have time to say more before the lights dim and the next song starts, but a spark has already been lit.
Later in the show, when they’re working the front of the stage, Chan passes by your section. You’re dancing, cheering, unaware that he’s approaching until you feel something brush your wrist: A small, folded piece of paper pressed gently into your hand.
You freeze, stunned. The paper feels like it burns against your skin. You don’t even dare to open it until the song ends. When you finally do, your heart nearly explodes.
It’s a phone number. And a note in neat handwriting that reads:
If you ever want to talk, text me - Chan
-
You text him that night, after showering off the sweat and adrenaline. Just a short message:
Hi… It’s me. The picture girl from Arlington. Thank you. 😊
He replies instantly.
I was hoping you’d text.
And from there, the conversations unfold like summer rain, warm and unrelenting. You text every day, sometimes for hours. The texts soon turn into videocalls. You learn he’s as thoughtful as he is goofy, that he gets excited about small things and takes care of others even when he’s running on empty. You hear Changbin in the background sometimes, yelling about video games or singing off-key on purpose, and eventually, he joins in the chats too.
One night, Chan asks if you’d be up for meeting again, just for coffee, something casual. You agree.
When you arrive, both Chan and Changbin are already there, waiting at a quiet corner table. You’re nervous, but their smiles, bright and familiar, melt the tension from your shoulders.
"Hey," Changbin says, his voice softer in person. "We were worried you wouldn’t come."
"As if I’d miss this," you laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
The three of you spend hours talking. You hadn’t expected it to feel so easy, so natural. But there’s a rhythm to the three of you. Jokes bounce effortlessly, silence never lingers too long, and the conversations shift from music to movies to late-night fears without hesitation.
-
Months pass.
You meet up again, first separately, then together. One evening at their shared apartment, you find yourself curled up between them on the couch, half-watching a movie while your legs tangle with theirs. You’re not sure how it started-how the touches grew softer, more intimate. But now you’re here, and your heart is screaming.
It’s Changbin who says it first. “I like you,” he says simply, looking right at you. “I think we both do.”
You turn to Chan, who gives you that shy, slightly crooked smile you’ve come to recognize as vulnerable Chan. “We’ve been talking,” he murmurs. “About you. About us. We don’t want to put pressure on you, but… we both feel something.”
You swallow hard. “You mean… like…together?”
Chan nods. “If that’s something you’d be open to. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”
“I mean, it might be,” Changbin laughs. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.”
You don’t answer right away. Instead, you reach out, one hand to each of theirs, and squeeze.
“Let me think this through,” you whisper.
-
The first kiss doesn’t happen the way you thought it would.
You imagined something dramatic, maybe a night skyline, a breathless confession, fireworks behind your ribs. But instead, it’s quiet. Familiar. The kind of moment that sneaks up on you while your guard is down and your heart is wide open.
You’re at their place again, sprawled across the couch with Changbin beside you and Chan on the floor, leaning back against the cushions with his arms stretched behind his head. The movie ended long ago, but no one moved. There’s a half-empty bowl of popcorn between you and Changbin, and your toes are brushing Chan’s thigh where they dangle off the edge of the couch.
It’s been like this for a while now, comfortable, unspoken tension simmering under soft smiles and lingering touches. None of you have pushed for more. You’ve been floating in that golden middle-space where everything is possible, but nothing’s been said out loud.
Until now.
“So,” Chan says softly, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Can I ask you something?”
Your stomach flips. “Yeah?”
His gaze doesn’t waver. “Have you thought about it? Us? What we talked about?”
You nod slowly. “Every day.”
“Good,” Changbin murmurs. He shifts slightly, leaning closer, his arm brushing against yours. “Because we’ve been thinking about it too.”
Your heart kicks. You’re not sure who moves first, maybe it’s you, maybe it’s them, but somehow the space between you shrinks.
Chan rises from the floor and sits beside your legs, caging one between his knees as he looks at you. Changbin is already close enough for you to feel his breath when he speaks again.
“Can we kiss you?” he asks. “Only if you want that too.”
You don’t even hesitate. “I do,” you whisper.
Chan’s smile is slow, soft like sunlight cresting over morning rooftops. “Okay.”
Changbin is the one who leans in first. His fingers trail along your jaw, gentle but grounding, as his eyes search yours one final time. Then his lips are on yours, warm, sure, slightly parted as they move against yours with practiced ease. He tastes faintly of cinnamon gum and something sweeter, something distinctly him. He kisses you like he’s wanted to for weeks but didn’t want to rush it.
When he pulls back, your chest is already heaving. Before the loss of contact can settle, you feel Chan’s hand brushing your knee, his touch featherlight as he shifts forward. “My turn?”
You nod, dazed.
Chan kisses you with patience. His lips linger, molding slowly to yours like he’s memorizing the shape of your mouth. There’s a hum in his chest, like contentment made audible. He pulls back just enough to nudge his nose against yours.
Changbin tugs you gently against him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders while Chan leans in on your other side, his forehead brushing yours.
You don’t say anything for a moment. You just breathe - held between two hearts that somehow, impossibly, beat in time with yours. And it’s then you realize it. This wasn’t just fate. This was meant to be.
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group || stray kids
pairing || changbin x afab!reader x bangchan
rating || explicit
word count II 1,930
content warnings || pwp, smut, consensual, soft sex, polyamory, nightmares, praise kink
summary || A nightmare claws her out of sleep, leaving her shaking and wordless in the dark. Chan turns off the world. Changbin holds her like gravity. And when she begs them not to make her explain—only to make her forget—they do what they do best: keep her safe, keep her close, and give her something else to feel.
a/n || divider by @cursed-carmine
The room was dim, shadows pooling along the walls like they had nowhere else to go. The steady glow of a laptop screen cut softly through the dark, reflected faintly in the tired focus of Chan’s eyes as he worked, one knee bent, his back against the headboard. Headphones covered his ears, the music low enough that he could still hear the room breathe around him.
Between them, she slept.
Changbin lay behind her, solid and warm, his arm curved around her waist as if it had always belonged there. Sleep had pulled him deep, his hold instinctive and possessive in the quiet way of someone who never truly let go. Her back fit against his chest perfectly, her breathing slow and even, the rise and fall of her body a rhythm he followed without thinking.
For a while, everything stayed just like that—peaceful and relaxed. Then her body shifted.
It was small at first. A twitch in her leg. A sharp inhale that didn’t belong to rest. Chan stilled instantly, fingers pausing mid-keystroke as he lifted one side of his headphones. He watched her face, the tension gathering there like a storm he’d learned to recognize too well. Another sound slipped from her throat, soft and broken, and something in his chest tightened.
He reached out without a word, his hand brushing Changbin’s arm just enough to wake him.
Changbin stirred immediately, pulling her closer, his grip tightening around her waist as his face pressed into the curve of her neck. A low sound left him, as if his body knew what she needed before his mind caught up. Chan leaned in on her other side, his voice gentle and steady, calling her name until her lashes fluttered and her eyes opened, bright with tears and confusion.
For a moment, she didn’t move. She only breathed, fast and shallow, eyes glassy as she stared past them, caught somewhere between what she’d seen and where she was now. Changbin’s arm stayed firm around her waist, anchoring her against him, his thumb beginning a slow, steady stroke against her stomach like a metronome. Chan didn’t rush her. He stayed close, one hand resting lightly at her jaw, grounding her, waiting for her to come back to herself.
“You’re here,” he said quietly, voice low and sure. “We’ve got you.”
Her breath hitched at that. She turned her face just enough for her cheek to brush his palm, lashes wet as she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head once, a silent refusal when he asked what it was. Whatever had chased her out of sleep clung too tightly to words. She couldn’t give it shape without letting it stay.
Changbin pressed a kiss into her neck, warm and unhurried, a familiar comfort that loosened something in her chest. His body curved around hers more fully, solid and real, reminding her where she was, who she was with. She clutched at his arm, fingers digging in like she needed proof.
“Please,” she whispered, the word fragile and heavy all at once. “Just… make it stop. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel better.”
Chan’s hand slid to her chin, gentle but insistent, guiding her to look at him. His expression softened the moment her eyes met his—no judgment, only care and quiet understanding. “Okay,” he murmured. “We’ll go slow. You tell us if you want to stop.”
Changbin’s grip tightened almost imperceptibly, his presence a steady heat at her back as his touch shifted, still attentive but no longer just soothing. The air in the room changed, thickened, her awareness narrowing to the way Chan watched her breathe, the way Changbin stayed impossibly close, never leaving her alone with herself again.
Chan’s thumb swept over her cheekbone, catching a tear before it could fall. His gaze was steady, a silent anchor in the shaky aftermath of her dream. “We’ve got you, jagi,” he murmured again, the words a promise. “Just focus on us. On this.” He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, his lips warm and sure, a quiet declaration that the nightmare had no power here, not in the space between the three of them.
Behind her, Changbin shifted, his breath a warm puff against her ear. “Let us take care of you, gongjunim,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body. The title, usually playful and teasing, was now laced with a reverence that made her heart ache. His hand, which had been stroking her stomach, slid lower, splaying wide over her hip. The touch was proprietary but gentle, a comfortable claim.
She let out a shaky breath, her body still humming with the residual fear. The request was a desperate plea hanging in the air. “Please,” she repeated, her voice barely audible. “Make me forget.”
Chan’s eyes softened, a flicker of understanding and something deeper, darker, passing through them. He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Look at me. Just at me.” His hand moved from her jaw to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, holding her gently but firmly in place. It was an impossible request and the only one she wanted to fulfill. She turned her head fully, her gaze locked with his, letting the familiar warmth in his brown eyes chase away the last of the shadows clinging to her mind.
As her attention zeroed in on Chan, Changbin’s touch became more deliberate. His lips, which had been resting against her shoulder, began to move, tracing a slow, open-mouthed path up the column of her neck. He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just below her ear, and a shiver, entirely different from the ones in her dream, skittered down her spine. His other hand slid from her hip, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping beneath the hem of her t-shirt. The calloused pads of his fingers were a stark, delicious contrast to the soft skin of her stomach.
Her breath hitched, a small, surprised sound. Chan’s lips curved into a faint smile. “That’s it,” he praised, his thumb stroking the side of her neck. “Just feel. Don’t think.” He leaned closer, his own lips brushing against hers in a not-quite a kiss, just a shared breath, a teasing promise. “We’re right here.”
Changbin’s hand moved higher, his palm flattening against her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast. He was a solid, unwavering presence at her back, his body a cocoon of warmth and muscle. He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, this one open and wet, his teeth scraping lightly. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against her skin. “All ours.”
The words, the touches, the sheer focused attention from both sides, began to work their magic. The lingering tendrils of the nightmare started to dissolve, replaced by the rising tide of sensation. The fear was a distant echo, drowned out by the steady beat of her own heart, now hammering for an entirely different reason.
Chan finally closed the small distance between them, capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss. It was possessive and tender all at once, a thorough exploration that left no room for anything else. He swallowed her soft gasp as Changbin’s hand finally cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, coaxing it to a tight peak. The dual stimulation was overwhelming in the best possible way. Her mind went blissfully blank, filled only with the taste of Chan, the feel of Changbin, and the desperate, needing ache building low in her belly.
She arched back into Changbin’s touch, a silent plea for more. He answered immediately, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Chan deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his grip on her hair tightening just enough to be thrilling. He was guiding her, making sure she was present with them, lost in this moment and nothing else.
“Bini,” Chan breathed against her lips, his voice husky. “Touch her.”
Changbin didn’t need to be told twice. His hand left her breast, trailing a slow, deliberate path back down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts, pausing for a heartbeat. Chan pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes searching hers. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to the raw desire in his gaze.
She could only nod, her throat too tight to form words. Her consent was given in the way she leaned into Changbin, the way she chased Chan’s lips for another kiss.
With a soft hum of approval, Changbin’s hand slipped beneath her shorts and into her panties. The first brush of his fingers against her slick folds made her whimper, the sound swallowed by Chan’s mouth. Changbin cursed softly against her neck. “So wet, gongjunim. All this for us?”
The question was rhetorical, but she answered anyway with a broken moan as his fingers found her clit, circling it with a practiced, maddening pressure. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction. Chan’s mouth left hers, trailing kisses along her jaw, down to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. He bit down gently, a sharp, possessive sting that only added to the pleasure coiling inside her.
“Let go for us, jagi,” Chan commanded, his voice a low growl in her ear. “We want to feel you.”
That was all it took. With a cry, her body tensed and then shattered, waves of intense pleasure washing over her, erasing the last vestiges of the nightmare. It was a cleansing, a release, a complete surrender to the two men holding her together. Changbin held her through it, his fingers working her gently, prolonging the sensation until she was a boneless, trembling mess in his arms.
Chan was there, kissing her temples, her cheeks, murmuring soft words of praise and reassurance. “That’s it. So good for us. We’ve got you.”
When the tremors subsided, she slumped back against Changbin, her breathing ragged. The fear was gone. In its place was a profound sense of peace, of safety, of being cherished. Changbin slowly withdrew his hand, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. He wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her close, his face buried in her hair.
Chan shifted, pulling the discarded blanket up over all three of them before settling back against the headboard. He took off his headphones, setting them and his laptop aside on the nightstand. The room was plunged back into a comfortable, intimate dimness. He turned back to her, his expression soft and full of a love so deep it made her chest ache.
He gently guided her to turn, to face him more fully, while still staying nestled against Changbin. He wiped the last of the moisture from her cheeks with his thumbs. “Better?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, a small, tired smile touching her lips. “Better,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“Always,” Changbin mumbled from behind her, his arms tightening possessively. “Go back to sleep, gongjunim. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”
She closed her eyes, feeling Chan press a final, gentle kiss to her lips. The nightmare was a forgotten memory, replaced by the solid warmth of the man at her back and the loving gaze of the man in front of her. And for the first time that night, sleep didn’t feel like a risk. It felt like coming home.
‘You can always back out of this. Changbin and I won’t be mad if you change your mind.’
You reread Chan’s message while sitting in traffic. He’d spent the morning pestering you about birthday ideas. You repeatedly told him that it was fine. You didn't need anything special for it. But, when he kept insisting, you caved.
‘I told you I wanted to do it,’ you replied back.
Butterflies swarmed your stomach simply thinking about what waited for you upstairs. It came to you after a night with Chan. He used your laptop to pull up a file he thought he saved on his phone when he found the tab open. A porn video remained frozen at the halfway mark, the image of a young man bent over the back of a couch getting his attention. A threesome, the two tops took turns using the bottom for their pleasure. The vulgar words, harshness and name calling made you harder than anything before. The thought of being used by two ruthless tops was a fantasy of yours, and Chan found out. He'd teased you about it ever since. When you suggested a similar situation with just him and Changbin, he agreed right away.
Your heart leaped when a message came through, but immediately died when you saw the sender. Your dad.
‘Hey kid, sorry again that we couldn't meet up. I forgot about my daughter's recital fell on the same day-’
You stopped reading. Another event of yours overshadowed by his new kids. You didn't hate your half-siblings. They're just kids. It was your father who constantly smashed your heart. He always chose them. He could have invited you along to see her. You heard she’s a good dancer, and saw a few videos on her mother’s Instagram. You wouldn't have minded giving the spotlight over to her. It would have been nice to see your dad after such a long time, but clearly, he doesn't feel the same.
‘It can get intense and long,” Chan's next message read. ‘I don't want to end up hurting you.’
‘I said I'd be fine. I'm coming up.’
You shook off your dad and headed up to their dorm. Han was with Minho, so Changbin and Chan were alone. Already a plethora of ideas came while you waited in the elevator. The pair of muscular men finally getting their hands on you had you nearly power walking over. How could you care about your dad when they were waiting upstairs? When you punched in the keycode, it was with a shaky hand.
Their dorm empty, you stepped inside and stared around for them. Then, they came out of the nearby kitchen.
“There he is,” Chan’s voice sounded smug, his lips curled into a grin as he checked you out. “And wearing those slutty shorts of his too.”
“Are you really that surprised, hyung?” asked Changbin, who came around the corner, almost predatorily. “He always dresses like that.”
Your blood simmered in your veins. The urge to flee came over you watching the shirtless pair slowly walk over to you. Yet, you stayed firmly in place with your knees shaking. Your eyes kept scanning down their toned bodies; they’d obviously done a small workout to make them more noticeable than usual. This thought alone made you gulp down the lump in your throat. The lump tightened in your chest instead, and you took subtle breaths to open it back up. They could do anything they wanted to you. That brought on a slew of scenarios that made your blood pump faster.
“He’s always wearing those loose shorts that hitch around the middle of his thighs,” Changbin said, circling you like a shark. His eyes continued scanning your body, “And those tight shirts that show off his body. He’s practically asking for a dick in him.”
“You think we don’t notice, huh?” Chan sneered, stopping a foot from you. “I know I do. I see how you bend over a lot when you’re stretching. You love showing off and teasing us all the time. I know you like topping the others, but…you love getting fucked more.”
“Hy-hyung,” you said shakily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The pair chuckled. Changbin stopped next to Chan, and you felt your body burn under their joined gaze. “Can you believe this guy?” Changbin said to Chan, “He always pretends he’s so innocent when really he’s a slut. Isn’t that right, YN-yah? Are you a slut?”
“N-No,” you stammered. “I thin-think I’m just going to, um, go.”
“Go? But you just got here,” said Chan. “We haven’t gotten what we wanted out of you yet.”
“What do you want?” Hot blood started filling your cock bit by bit, the images in your head making it more. You took tentative steps back as they drew closer.
“I think you already know,” Chan smiled. “That's why you’re wearing those little shorts.” He tugged on the front of his pants, staring down your chest, “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for.”
As you’d told him beforehand, you bolted.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Changbin grabbed you right when you reached the door. Locking your arms tightly behind your back, he turned your back into the dorm. “You’re staying right here with us.”
“Come on, you guys,” you whined, weakly struggling against him. “This isn’t funny.”
“Nobody’s laughing,” said Chan. You noticed a pair of scissors in his hand, and you withheld a moan. “You want cock? You’re going to get more than you can handle.”
“Guys, come on,” you said again as he took the hem of your shirt. “No, no, hyung, come on!” you groaned when he started cutting it up the middle, “This is my favorite shirt.”
“It’s your sluttiest shirt,” said Changbin, “That’s Why it’s your favorite.”
“His nipples are already hard,” said Chan, tugging on one.
“Hyung, let me go,” you said, trying to slide out of Changbin’s grip.
“And these,” Chan moved down to your shorts, a bit snug but not too much. Hooking a finger around the waist band, he gave it a light snap. “I don’t think you’re going to be needing them anymore.”
“No, no,” you twisted your body as he grabbed them, “Guys, this is s embarrassing. Stop.”
“It’s embarrassing now but not when you’re flaunting your bulge in front of us?” he said, crouching to yank off your shorts. The both of them groaned once they had you stripped to your boxers. “See? Look at it,” he cupped your growing bulge gently, giving a light squeeze, “It’s barely hard and look how big it is.”
“He’s as big as us,” said Changbin. “No wonder the bottoms love being topped by him.”
“Because he’s a slut just like them,” Chan grabbed your chin so you looked at him, “A dirty slut. He didn’t even resist on comeback night. He let Felix and Hyunjin do whatever they wanted while I watched,” he traced the curve of your chin and touched your bottom lip, “We could have run a train on him and he would’ve loved every second of it.”
“I’d kill to see that,” Changbin said in your ear. “But, you’re going to have to settle with us for now.”
“Guys, don’t,” you said, less firmly as you tried moving away from Chan’s groping hand. “Just let me go and we can forget this happened.”
“But, we don’t want you to forget,” he said with a pout. “We want you to have every second ingrained in your dumb little head.”
He put the scissors to your boxers and began cutting a bit at a time. Your breath grew heavier as he moved past your cock. Making a perfect slit, he didn’t withdraw right away. His fingers danced along the hardening shaft to the tip and back down. He started running his hands up and down your torso, occasionally brushing over your nipples while he planted kisses on you. His hands and lips ignited the fires burning in your loins. Changbin started kissing up and down your neck while grinding into your ass. You felt his bulge pressing right in the middle, almost poking through your boxers.
Chan asked you multiple times if you were okay with this; he said he’d never do anything you weren’t a hundred-percent certain about. You told him it’s what you’d wanted, and you trusted them completely. Yes, it might be a bit last minute but when he asked what you wanted for your birthday for the millionth time, this came to mind.
“Somebody’s not struggling so much anymore,” Changbin said, giving the curve of your neck a soft bite. “I think he’s starting to love this.”
“No-No,” you managed to say as Chan kissed down your stomach, “Am not.”
“Your dick’s telling me another story,” he said. He then groaned when Chan kissed the very top of your dick. You twitched at this delicate touch, biting back a moan.
“Hyung, come on, please,” you whined when he placed another kiss on them whilst running fingers along it. You’re already sticking straight out, cock pushing into the torn fabric of your boxers to his mouth.
“Did you say ‘hyung, come on me, please’?” Chan joked, rubbing you through the thin shorts.
“I didn’t say that!”
“I think you did,” he laughed. “Didn’t you hear him say that, Changbin?”
“I heard him loud and clear.”
“No, I didn’t say that.”
“Get on your fucking knees,” he said, releasing his hold on you, “And we’ll give you exactly what you want.”
He shoved you onto the floor, and you tried moving away before he grabbed the back of your head. Your heart thumped hard in your chest when you saw them pulling down the front of their pants and boxers. Their dicks semi-hard, you drooled over the thought of them each in your mouth. You hand a hand on each of them, trying to pull away as they start tapping their lengths on your face.
“Open up, bitch,” said Chan, slapping himself on your mouth.
“No,” you shook your head to avoid them, but they each kept a firm grip on your head.
“Open that whore mouth,” he said more firmly. “Now.”
It took him pinching your nose closed to make you give into it. His engorged cock pulsed on your tongue when he slid inside, pushing all the way to your throat as he did so. Changbin forced one of your hands around his girth, guiding it and squeezing it how he wanted. Chan kept your nostrils together as he filled your mouth. The smooth skin broken by throbbing veins passed through your lips, over your tongue and to your uvula in measured strokes.
“Suck it,” he smacked your cheek, “Don’t act like you’ve never sucked cock before. Come on."
You shook your head, pleading with him but this earned you another hit. He shoved himself right to the base, moaning while you gagged and sputtered around him. If you wouldn’t suck him, then your throat would have to do the job. His head penetrating it each time, it was like getting food that wouldn’t go down. You whimper and whine, feebly pushing on them even though your cock raged between your thighs. God, you loved this. You told Chan you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was one of your favorite things to do in bed. It gives you a chance to turn your brain off and give full control to another person.
“My turn,” groaned Changbin when Chan pulled out. Strings of drool fell down your chin, only making his entry that much easier.
Slightly thicker, it was hard to get down into your throat. Thankfully, Chan warmed you up enough for him. Your hand wrapped around Chan now, you let out a sob as he used your hand like a toy. You pushed him away when it got to be too much, coughing up precum on the floor.
“Oh come on,” Changbin laughed, “Fucking wimp. You can take it.” He grabbed your hair again, slapping your face with his wet cock, “Choking on precum like some kind of amateur. I’ve seen you swallow dick tons of times.”
“Hyung, please,” you said, giving a fake sob.
“Looks like he needs a bit more practice,” said Chan. “Here, I’ll give you a hand.”
He forced your head to his pubic bone, mouth stuffed deep in your mouth. You smacked his thigh and struggled against him, though your dick throbbed for his touch. His strong grip did not let up as he started thrusting. He did this a few times before Changbin took over again. Tears burned the corners of your eyes as you breathed through your nose, but even this didn’t always help. Both men took turns in your mouth, sometimes pulling out to slap you with them. You shifted in place when they ordered you to stick out your tongue. They laughed as they each smacked the heads of their cocks on it.
“You wanted us to cum on you,” said Chan when you spat mixtures of spit and precum frm your mouth, “That’s what we’re going to do.”
“No,” you said weakly.
“Stop being a bitch,” grunted Changbin, yanking your head back and shoving his tip in your mouth roughly. “Be a good whore and take it.”
You wept as they continued, but finally they stopped. “Let’s get him to the room,” said Chan, “I want a piece of that ass.”
“No, no, hyung!” you cried as he easily lifted you off the ground by your underarms.
Changbin lifted you by the legs, and they both walked to Chan’s bedroom. You scrambled away from them once on the soft mattress, but Chan caught your ankle and dragged you back to him. For a brief moment, softness filled his eyes and he cupped your cheek.
“Time out,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, sniffling.
“You sure? We’re not being too rough? Not too mean?”
“No,” you shook your head.
“Are you sure, YNie?” asked Changbin, coming to the opposite side of the bed. “We won’t be mad if you want to stop.”
“No, please don’t stop. Not now,” you said with a plea in your voice.
“Okay then.”
“Time in.” Chan grabbed both your ankles and flipped you onto your front. “Spread out,” he said, pushing your thighs apart, “Ass in the air.” He roughly grabbed both cheeks, rolling them while you mewled. “Fuck, you have such a nice ass,” he groaned, and you heard him spit. The mere trickle of his saliva over your hole made you shudder. “Not to mention, very tight…”
Your fingers curled into the edge of the bed when he slipped the tip of his cock inside. The slight burn of the stretch stiffened your body, and you cried out.
“Oh come on,” he slapped your ass harshly, “You can handle big ones.” He held onto your hips as he charged forward. “You take mine all the time.”
“Hy-hyung,” you wept, unable to handle the sensations overcoming you.
“Shut him up, Binnie-yah,” said Chan. “Put your dick in his mouth and shut him up.”
“You don't have to tell me twice.”
Changbin took this moment to slide his dick on your tongue. More salty precum spilled into your mouth, joining the drool pooled there. He kept a hold on your hair again, fingers against your scalp, and resumed his quick pace from before. His stream of low moans joined Chan's breathy ones, their cocks pumping in unison at either end. Your mind swam from the pleasure, your body slowly moving closer to your peak. Chan's cock pushed deeply, hitting the right spot deep in you.
“I think he's loving this,” Changbin teased, fully sheathed in your throat. “Look how much he's drooling,” he cackled when he withdrew, watching you cough and gasp.
“Hyun-Hyung, please…” you pleaded in a whiny voice.
“Shut up and take it, bitch,” grunted Chan, who slapped your ass harshly. “I'm gonna get my fucking fill of you, and I'm only just starting.”
“Let me get a little piece of that,” huffed Changbin, who made short strokes in your throat.
The pair switched places, and your body started quivering. It felt far too good; much better than you imagined. They continued their lewd taunting, keeping the same roughness throughout. On your back was when things elevated. Changbin holding your ankles apart, balls slapping against your ass in every thrust, it was Chan who moved away to his dresser drawer. Too enthralled by your pleasure, you didn’t notice him rifling around in it nearby. You whimpered when you saw him coming back with a small massager and bottle of lube.
“He’s going to love that,” Changbin grinned, stopping with himself deep inside you. “He turns into such a bitch when a toy gets pulled out.”
“Sluts love toys,” said Chan, who drizzled lube all over your raging boner. You flinched when he began stroking it, unable to handle the pressure he applied in each move. “I can’t tell you how many times I put a toy in him before we go out…I get to watch him squirm around and try not to let his boner show.” He slid the massager around the head, the toy clinging to the sticky, sensitive skin. This alone had you quivering.
“I’ve noticed,” he said, fingertip circling the very tip revealed by the sleeve. “It gets him super hard.” He slapped your cock so it sprung back, and the pair chuckled. “Fuck, this dick is hard. Look at it.”
The small spikes of pain made you jolt. The pair smacked and pushed your dick around, laughing as they slapped it back and forth at one another. This was pushed further when Chan finally turned on the massager. You couldn’t help it. Your body caved in once your orgasm hit you. Both men cooed when strings of cum shot out like a fountain, the droplets falling back onto you and spilling everywhere. You moaned when Chan swiped up some of it, then shoved cum covered fingers in your mouth. You tried shaking your head away, though you almost came again from it.
“Eat it,” he said, scooping up more to put in. “What? All of a sudden you don’t like cum?”
“No, hyung, no,” you said, pretending to sob.
“Shut up and swallow, bitch,” Changbin grunted, also wiping up thick droplets.
You licked up your own cum from their fingers, allowing them to smear it on your lips and chin. They laughed, “Fucking little pig,” Chan said, forcing his fingers in your throat. “Little pig that likes eating his own cum.”
“He’s gonna get some more soon,” Changbin said, pumping deep into you.
Normally, Chan gave you a break after the first orgasm, but not this time. The toy kept vibrating, sparking the overstimulation that Changbin added to with hard, quick thrusts.
“Hyung,” you cried once more, “Please, stop. It’s so sensitive!”
“Good,” he said, eyes closing as his own climax approached. “I love overstimulating you. You get so whiny.”
“But it hurts,” you sniffled.
“Okay, and?” Chan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, “Do we look like we care?” He smacked your cheek, “Hm? Do we?”
“N-No,” you said.
“No, we don’t.” He pushed his cock to your lips, “Open that mouth again.”
They used your body as they wished, and you loved it. You relished in how they abused you. Chan shut off the massager and hung you over the edge of the bed. Pile driving into your ass, your body was curled enough for you to see him inside you. Your legs spread out, your cock leaking over your stomach, you couldn’t do anything but watch. His thick shaft stretched you far, creating a gap in your ass when he withdrew to tap on it. The angle let him drive right to your g-spot again, bringing back the urge.. Changbin stood nearby, stroking himself quickly and watching with lustful eyes. You loved how their cocks looked in your ass. Your mouth hung open, wishing he’d kneel down to fill your mouth, but he only waited until Chan finished to have his turn.
“Ride me,” he said, pulling you onto his lap and pushing back in your ass. “Come on, bitch. Ride my cock.”
A few slaps of your ass had you weakly bouncing up and down. ‘Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he huffed, sounding annoyed. “You only came one time.”
“You can do better than that,” Chan said, spanking your ass. “Faster,” he slapped you again, “Fuck him faster.”
“I-I can’t,” you panted.
“Yeah, you can. Little bitches like you are built for fucking. Do it.”
You held onto Changbin’s shoulders and went faster, making your moans sound like sobs. “Hyung, this hurts,” you cried out, knowing how much they like it.
“Oh you can take it,” Changbin groaned, starting to shudder. “You-You fuck like a champ.”
Feeling him start pushing upwards, you balanced yourself on his chest and went faster. You swore he went all up into your guts.
“Yeah, there you go,” Chan smirked, spanking your ass. “Make him cum. That’s gonna be your birthday present: All of our cum.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Changbin’s head lolled back, and his eyes fell shut. His grip on your hips tightened, and he guided you along him. “Fuck me just like that.”
His climax hit him hard. You watched his pecs and abdomen tense, neck veins even popping from the sweet release. You nearly came when he spilled inside you. It was then that the massager turned on again. Your pathetic whines joined Changbin’s final moans, the vibrating toy sending shocks through your erection.
It didn’t take long for Chan to have you on top of him next. Your body, sore and burning from all the positions, managed to keep up with the same energy now. The need for a second release drove out all sense and sensation for you. Only the pulsating pleasure within you kept you going.
“He’s so fucked out already,” sneered Changbin, who teased you with the massager. “He’s not going to remember his own name when we’re finished.” He started placing kisses along your neck, going down to your nipple. “Don’t think we’re stopping now. I know I’m not.”
“We’re going to fuck you st-stupid,” said Chan, trembling and gripping you hard. “Fucking stupid slut. Nothing but a hole….a filthy fucking set of holes for our cocks to use…” he grunted as he moved faster.
“A stupid, pretty slut,” Changbin groaned, flicking your nipple.
Chan finally came in several deep thrusts. His warmth joining Changbin’s, you hurriedly rode him for more. The position coupled with the massager made you cum once again. This time it leaked, not as strong as the first time. Both men groaned watching you; Changbin leaned down to capture a few drops on his tongue. You then watched him and Chan kissed, cum and saliva making it sloppy.
“He tastes so good, hyung,” said Changbin in between kisses.
“Very,” Chan huffed, catching his breath for a moment. “We should get more,” he made a few pointed thrusts. “I know he’s got more in there, and I have plenty to give him.”
“Me too.”
They tossed you onto your back, and Changbin removed the massager. He immediately started sucking on you, hand around the base as he started. The pleasure never seemed to end. Chan’s mouth on your nipples, Changbin’s mouth on your cock, you couldn’t get enough of it.
They made you cum two more times after that. They did everything they possibly could to torture your overly sensitive dick and worn out ass. Even when your body yearned for a break, you couldn’t stop yourself. You never felt this before with a partner. The need for their touch overcame any sort of logic you’d normally have. The addictive feeling of mind blowing orgasms became a new drug. It was even better when they forced you to swallow their own loads.
“He’s not even struggling anymore,” Chan laughed, stroking himself over your face. “He’s fucking loving this.”
“Fucking pig,” Changbin sneered, “Swallow it. Swallow all of it.”
You made more pathetic sobbing sounds as they filled your open mouth. As you wanted, you gulped down the strings and streams falling to your throat. Their combined salty and sweet taste became addicting. Changbin held your mouth closed as if forcing you to swallow. When the session finally finished, the pair wiped you down with cool hand towels despite their own exhaustion. You frowned at their weary eyes and the slow way they cleaned you.
“Just come in bed with me,” you said weakly, pulling them onto the bed. “I want to snuggle with you.”
The three of you laid in a dog pile on his bed. Exhaustion finally settled, and you felt lightheaded. Chan on his back, you laid your head on his chest while Changbin spooned you from behind. Having their slick, naked flesh against yours became such a normal thing for you. You enjoyed their warmth and touch on you.
“Such a good boy,” Chan muttered. “Was it okay? Are you okay?”
“Perfect.”
“I’m impressed,” said Changbin, who kissed your shoulder from behind. “I didn’t think you’d last so long. You sure you’re okay? You’re not too banged up anywhere? We got pretty overzealous at the end.”
“Yeah, when you nearly slammed him into the headboard,” Chan giggled.
“I’m okay, hyung,” you assured him, sleepiness doing its best to catch you. “I swear. Best birthday present ever.”
“We have ice packs ready for you. You’re going to need them.”
“An ice bath would be better,” Changbin groaned, snuggling you. “I’m going to be so fucking sore,” he giggled. “I can feel it already.”
“Me too,” Chan groaned, stretching and immediately regretting it. “We’ll do it later. I can’t move right now.”
“Neither…can I,” you yawned. “Thank god there’s…there’s no practice…t-tomorrow.”
“Right?” Changbin nuzzled your neck. “Just sleep, baby. We’ll be here when you get up.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
The safety and comfort helped you drift off to sleep.
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As expected, your body turned stiff as a board when you woke up. Chan and Changbin on either side of you, you heard Chan’s soft snores and Changbin’s breath on your neck. Their shared comfort kept you nestled in the space between them. You listened to Chan on his chest, and idly trailed your fingers on Changbin’s arm. You had no desire to leave the bed even if your sweaty, sticky body needed a shower.
“Hey,” Changbin whispered. He’d clearly been awake longer than you’d thought.
“Hey,” you breathed, trying to stretch without bumping into either man.
“I’m dead,” he chuckled. “I’m totally dead and it’s Chan-hyung’s fault.”
“Or mine, since it was my birthday present. It’s not like you hated it.”
“Far from hating it,” he assured you. He kissed your neck, “I loved it way more than I thought I would. I rarely cum like that, except with Hyunjin.”
“Glad I could get you there.”
The two of you basked in each other’s embrace, then Changbin asked, “What about your parents? I thought you’d go and see them today.”
“My mom’s in Paris and my dad doesn’t give a fuck,” you said, fatigue pulling down your filter. “He’s too busy with his other family to care about what’s going on with me. I rarely hear from him. My mom’s great though. She sent me a birthday present and said we’d meet up when she came back.”
“Daddy issues,” he snorted. “It explains a lot.”
“Shut up,” you laughed, nudging him.
“Well, you know you have us,” he said when the laughter died out. “We’ll always be here if you need us for anything.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Chan woke up, groaning in a small stretch. His eyes stayed closed, but he brought your hand up to his chest. “It’s what family does for each other.”
“Fuck eachother senseless?”
“No, idiot,” he laughed. “Be there for one another. You know I’ll always look after you even when you don’t ask.”
“You do the same for us,” Changbin added.
“Of course.”
You managed to kiss both of them before trying to sit up. Dinner sounded better than it did before. After years of bouncing from group to group, never staying anywhere long enough or being welcomed, it felt good having this. Stray Kids made you feel so welcomed even on that first day. Yes, the sexual compatibility and appetite was unbelievable and only dreamed of, but that was only a small fraction. As Chan and Changbin managed to roll off the bed, you forced yourself to follow them into the bathroom.
You picked up your shorts from the living room floor, and grabbed your phone. A message from your dad surprised you. As Chan ordered dinner, and Changbin flopped onto the couch, you opened the message.
‘We can meet up before Kitae’s game tomorrow and discuss the merger then. He hates it when I miss games.’ It wasn’t for you. A small pit of resentment blotted your heart.
You stared at the men before you. The members always went to any event you were participating in. After releasing your own mixtape, they’d celebrated its release with you. Han, Minho, and Chan visited the set of your solo music videos, giving you the encouragement you needed. Hyunjin and Felix supported you when you did your first runway walk for Dior a few months ago. Your father always had some sort of excuse as to why he couldn’t attend important events. Then when he did, he was on his phone or not fully paying attention.
You didn’t need him, you decided as you tucked your phone away.
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A/N: what a lucky boy! I wrote this like a stand alone so you guys can decide if Newbie only fucks once or goes crazy and does it with everyone in one day lmao I hope you guys liked this one! Minsung babes are next!
