So- I hope y'all are not too tired of this whole DCxDP thing, bcs I really love it.
Also, speaking of live- I LOVE BIRDS OF A FEATHER, fic made by the incredible, beautiful, amazing- @windyengel ✨✨✨ Pls go read it's at least see the depiction of the birds, she really made them so alive in her fic ✨😔✨
Also, it's pretty obvious what I most like about Tim right? (No, it's not his tiny waist you 🫵🏻 dirty mind) IT'S HIS ✨EYES✨ and is clearly noticed in the first and last part jiji 🩷🩷
no pressure tags: @superhoeva @ovaryacted @ohcaptains
“pretty sure i had a dream about this.”
“you sure it wasn’t a nightmare?” robby asks with a raised brow.
your mouth opens to respond to his question, to reassure him it wasn’t a nightmare, but memories flood your mind.
flashes of being wedged between them, two pairs of hands touching your body, while whispering filthy things in your ear make your blood run hot - far too hot for this small elevator.
definitely not a nightmare.
your silence grabs abbot’s attention, and his eyes immediately look for yours.
it’s easy for him to read the signs. easy for him to catch the way your chest rises a bit faster, notice how your thighs flex to relieve some of the heat thats growing between your legs.
so it’s effortless to make the same realization you do.
“robby, i don’t think it was a nightmare,” his head tilts at you.
the smirk on his face is enough to make robby connect the dots, in a matter of seconds, he seeks for your confirmation. the sheepish look on your face has him mirroring abbot’s smirk.
“which one of us was it?”
the elevator is stuck in its place, showing no sign of taking you to main floor, no sign of escape. instead you’re trapped. heat creeps up your body and the urge to hide from their gaze grows stronger with every passing second.
“come on, you can be honest, you won’t hurt our feelings.”
“dr. robby-“
“i’m off the clock, you can call me michael,” he nods crossing his arms over his chest - his biceps bulge under his black scrubs, no longer hidden under his zip up sweater.
“dr. abbot-“
the stern look on his face is enough to make you correct yourself.
“jack,” you look over to your second attending standing in front of you, “michael, i don’t think it would be appropriate-”
“it’s a simple question, no harm in answering,” jack whispers in your ear, his lips brush against your ear and a chill runs down your spine.
shivering at his words you move to step back, but you’re met with a firm chest. michael’s hands fall to your waist, keeping you from moving.
“it was both of you.”
a look is shared between the men and you’re quick to regret your words. you make a move to reach for the emergency button, but a pair of hands grip your hips and pull you in.
your ass is flushed against your attending’s groin and your hand that was reaching for the button is on jack’s chest.
“hey jack?” robby hums behind you.
“what is it, brother?”
“think it’s time to make some dreams come true.”
jack takes a step closer, closing the gap between you. the hand on his chest creeps up to his neck, pulling him into a kiss. it starts off sweet, innocent almost.
a sound seeps out from the back of your throat, and you nod your head at jack who looks at you for approval.
your whine is all robby needs before his hands fall from your waist and down to your ass, squeezing your flesh with desperation.
jack’s lips ghost over yours, barely kissing yours, until his hand caresses your cheek. his thumb traces your bottom lip, trapping it in his hold then letting it bounce back into place.
“look at me.”
his nose bumps yours, his mouth is open just enough to seem to inviting. his thumb guides you look at him and when you do, you’re scared to break eye contact.
luckily he breaks it, leaning to give you a real kiss. the kiss is messy, he’s licking into your mouth, desperate for a taste. sounds of your wet kiss the fill the elevator, but are interrupted by a deep groan behind you.
“jack,” robby scolds, “ you need to learn how to share.”
his words are the only warning you get when a firm hand finds your chin pulling you away from jack’s lips. before you can dwell on the loss, robby’s lips are on yours. his beard tickles, scratching at your skin when he moans into your mouth.
the stretch in your neck hurts, but robby makes up for it. he’s sweeter. he takes his time kissing you, trying to memorizes the feel of your mouth.
just teasing your bottom lip with his tongue making you push back against his chubbing cock.
“please.”
you feel dizzy. it’s hard to keep track of the hands on you.
a hand on your tit, squeezing harshly. another on your ass, giving it the same treatment as your tits. a third slipping past the elastic of your scrubs, and the fourth makes sure you can’t pull away from robby’s kiss.
the lace trim of your panties only fuel the hand slipping between your legs. the thin, soaked-through material does little to mask the fingers that expertly find your clit.
“fuckin hell, she’s soaked.”
robby pulls away only to let a chuckle tickle your ear, “you that wet, sweetheart?”
your eyes peel open to find your attending staring down at you, his lips curl with a soft smile. you nod, moving your hips to catch that hand that hooks your panties to the side.
before you can beg again, jack’s fingers prods at your entrance. using your wetness to ease the stretch, it isn’t long until your hole squeezes around him with a noisy squelch.
“fuckkk, you weren’t lying, i can hear her.”
your eyes fell shut a long time ago, so you blindly look for robby’s lips. a soft, almost nonexistent slap on your cheek brings your attention back to robby.
“you ok?” his words are soft and teasing.
“mhmm...”
his hands slip under your top, tugging the cups of your bra down - not carrying about the worn down material. you let out a whine when he rolls your hardening nipples between his fingers.
at the same time, jack, curls his fingers hitting that spot inside you that has your knees buckling. robby is quick to catch you with a chuckle.
“come on brother, think she needs more to get there.”
your head spins when you feel robby’s hand join jack’s. if the angle is awkward neither of them make a sound to complain, instead they coordinate their movements perfectly.
jack’s fingers curl inside you filling the elevator with your lewd sounds, all while michael rubs at your throbbing clit.
“fuck.”
robby has no problem teasing your clit, chuckling at how sticky you are. you can’t even process his words, too busy whining their names. they watch as your thighs begin to shake at their calculated movements.
“‘m gonna come.”
jack makes a noise that has your head falling back to rest on robby’s shoulder.
“look at me.”
the order flies over your head. too dizzy to follow through with the vet’s commands. it’s too much.
luckily, robby helps you. the hand tugging at your nipples, rises to your hand. squeeze your jaw with a firm grip, he forces you to face jack’s piercing gaze.
when your eyes finally meet, jack smiles at you, “doing so good for us, you’re so fuckin wet.”
incapable of responding you cry out when jack adds a third finger. you hands flies to hold jack’s forearm, digging your nails into his arm, silent plead to slow down and keep going. your walls clench uncontrollably around jack’s unapologetic fingers and the wet squelch lets them know you’re close, so they double their efforts.
pushing back to escape jack’s thrusts you’re met with a deep groan behind, “gonna make me come in my pants like a fuckin teenager.”
robby’s words suddenly make you hyper aware of his throbbing cock, straining in his scrubs. with an awkward bent in his knees, robby grinds his cock on your ass.
“so big,” you slur the praise, angling your head so you can meet his hungry lips once more.
trying your best to match robby’s rhythm, your hand reaches back for robby, tangling your fingers in his hair. gasping away from his kiss, your tongue licks into his mouth.
“fuuuck, you guys are so fuckin’ hot.”
whining into robby’s mouth, the hand that held onto jack’s forearm blindly reaches for his neck. without breaking the kiss, you pull jack closer.
it’s messy.
three noses bumping into each other, three tongues fighting for dominance, three pairs of lips smashing together.
spit - you’re not sure who’s - shines on your chin. robby rocks against your ass, pushing you even closer. a combination of your moans fill the elevator and your vision goes blurry. you pull away, but their lips find their new home on your neck.
“i’m coming.”
your body seizes, muscles tensing in their hold. with a silence moan, you lean into robby’s relentless strokes, you drip onto jack’s hand.
“that’s it…” jack praises, easing his fingers out of you.
finding his gaze you watch as his fingers disappear in his mouth, cleaning off his glistening fingers.
what a sight.
robby seems to agree because just a few seconds later, he’s groaning into your neck. the lazy open-mouthed kisses on your jaw cease while his body slumps onto yours, using your body to ride out his orgasm.
it takes a few minutes for you and robby to settle down, panting loudly in the small metal box. with heavy eyes you find jack’s smug ones that look down.
your eyes follow and land on his hard cock straining against the black material of his scrubs. bitting your bottom lip, your eyes jump back to his.
“how much longer do you think we’ll be stuck in here?”
instead of answering, you fall to your knees, scared to waste a single second.
Enjoy reading <33 If you want any specific ideas tell me and I will see what I can do!
A/N: Just short(ish) drabbles on how the members would be on sharing you with another, i also wanna change my whole theme up again but idk to what #help lol (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
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Bangchan - (bf!Chan & Felix x afab!reader)
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The air thickened instantly, alcohol and pheromones mingling with the faint smell of Felix’s cologne. Your fingers twitched at your sides, nails digging into your palms to ground yourself as Felix’s gaze locked onto yours, dark and heavy. Chan’s hands slid around your waist from behind, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"You’ve been looking at him all night," he murmured, voice rough with amusement. "Why don’t you tell him how pretty he is?"
Felix’s breath hitched, his hand slowing around his cock but not stopping, his thighs tensing as he watched you bite your lip. You could see the way his abs clenched, the way his free hand fisted the sheets beneath him. "She’s staring," Felix said, voice cracking halfway through the sentence. "Chan—fuck she’s really staring..”
Chan’s fingers tightened around your waist, his grip possessive but playful as he nudged you forward. "Go on," he smirked, his breath hot against your neck.
“Touch him." The command sent a jolt through you, you hesitated but Felix’s whimper broke the last of your resistance. His cock twitched in his hand, precum glistening at the tip, and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the distance between you as Chan moved in slowly behind you.
Leeknow - (bf!Leeknow & Seungmin x afab!reader)
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The door clicked shut behind you with finality, sealing the three of you in the dim glow of Seungmin’s bedroom. You hadn’t expected it. Lee Know’s fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you breathless against the wall, Seungmin’s quiet laughter ringing in your ears before his hands slid under your shirt, cold and teasing.
Lee Know’s teeth grazed your bottom lip as he pulled back just enough to watch your dazed expression, eyes half lidded, breath coming in shallow gasps. His smirk was sharp, as he glanced over your shoulder at Seungmin, who was already peeling your shirt up your torso with deliberate slowness. "You like this?" Lee Know murmured, fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make you whimper.
Seungmin’s fingers traced the curve of your ribs, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against your shoulder as he pressed closer. But Lee Know’s grip in your hair tightened suddenly, painfully yanking your head back so sharply your gasp echoed off the walls. "Ah-ah," he said scowling, voice dripping with false sweetness as he leaned down to nip at your exposed throat. "Who said you could touch her like that, Minnie?"
Seungmin froze, fingertips still grazing your skin, but his smirk was anything but innocent. "You lost the bet, hyung," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his other hand slid down to squeeze your thigh. "Didn’t think you’d get this jealous.”
Lee Know’s laugh was low and rough, the sound vibrating against your back as he dragged you onto his lap onto the bed with one sharp tug. His thighs tensed beneath you, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of your skirt as he settled you flush against him.
“Go on then,” he taunted, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he spread your legs wider, baring you shamelessly to Seungmin’s hungry gaze. “I dare you to do better than me.” The challenge in his voice was edged with something darker, possession, maybe, or the thrill of watching you squirm between them.
Seungmin didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, eyes gleaming with amusement as he traced the curve of your inner thigh with the tip of his finger, slowly. “Hyung,” he murmured, the word dripping with false sweetness, “you sound nervous.” His touch ghosted higher, barely there, until you jerked in Lee Know’s grip, a whimper tearing from your throat. Seungmin’s smirk widened. “See? She already likes it.”
Changbin - (bf!Changbin & Hyunjin x afab!reader)
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You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring until Changbin’s fingers curled possessively around your chin, tilting your face back toward him. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his gaze dark and unreadable as he watched the flush crawl up your face. "You keep looking at him," he murmured, voice low and rough. Behind him, Hyunjin lounged against the headboard, shirtless and smirking, his fingers idly tracing circles over his own stomach,slow and teasing, like he knew exactly where your attention kept snagging.
"I have to stare, he's my art model," you mumble, cheeks burning as your pencil scratched hesitant lines across the sketchpad. Hyunjin's smirk deepened, his fingers trailing lower, just above the waistband of his sweats, and your grip on the pencil faltered. Changbin's laugh was a warm puff against your temple, his grip on your chin tightening playfully. "Art model?" he repeated, voice dripping with amusement. "That's new."
Hyunjin stretched lazily, the muscles of his abdomen flexing beneath the dim lamplight, deliberate, performative and your breath hitched. "You never told me you were an artist, baby," Changbin purred, shifting just enough to make the fabric of his pants strain over his thighs. The sketchpad trembled in your lap, lines going crooked as Changbin's free hand slid over your shoulder, down your arm, until his fingers curled around your wrist.
Your wrist twitched under Changbin's grip, the pencil skidding awkwardly across the page as Hyunjin shifted again, this time arching his back just enough to make the sharp V of his hips press against the fabric of his sweats. "Jinnie’s teaching me how to draw," you mumbled, teeth digging into your lower lip hard enough to sting.
"He said life drawings always helped him.." The words came out breathless, half-strangled, as Hyunjin's fingers slid lower, hooking into the waistband just enough to reveal more skin.
Changbin's chuckle vibrated against your shoulder, his grip on your wrist tightening as he guided your hand back to the paper only this time, his fingers overlapped yours, forcing the pencil to drag a slow, deliberate line.
“Funny," he murmured, lips brushing the curve of your ear. "Because the way you're shaking, baby, I don't think you're learning much." His other hand slipped from your chin, trailing down your throat, over the rapid flutter of your pulse, until his thumb pressed just beneath your jaw. "Or maybe you're learning too much."
Hyunjin’s smirk curled dangerously as he slid off the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight before he prowled toward you. Your breath caught when his fingers hooked under your knees, lifting your legs with deliberate slowness until your thighs parted for him. The fabric of your underwear brushed against his knuckles, the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric as he hummed, low and appreciative. "Artist's model, huh?" he teased, fingertips tracing the lace edging with agonising lightness. "Guess that means I should pose for you properly."
Changbin’s grip on your wrist tightened, his chuckle darkening as Hyunjin’s thumb dipped beneath the waistband, teasing the sensitive skin of your entrance. "You’re shaking, sweetheart," Changbin murmured, his breath hot against your ear. The pencil trembled in your trapped hand, leaving a jagged line across the page as Hyunjin’s other hand slid higher, palming your thigh with possessive intent.
Hyunjin didn’t give you time to brace yourself. One moment, his fingers were toying with the waistband of your panties, and the next, his tongue was dragging a slow, filthy stripe up your center, hot and wet through the soaked fabric. Your hips jerked instinctively, but Changbin’s grip on your wrist tightened, his other hand sliding to your hip to pin you down with a low, warning chuckle. "Stay still," he murmured, his breath ragged against your ear. "Let him work."
His tongue flicked over your clit,slow and teasing. The sound you made was embarrassingly broken, your fingers clawing at Changbin’s thigh as Hyunjin groaned against you, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. "Fuck," he muttered, lips dragging lower, tongue dipping inside just enough to make your back arch. "You taste even better than I imagined."
Jisung - (bf!Jisung & Jeongin x afab!reader)
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The apartment smelled like burnt popcorn and cheap wine, a combination that shouldn’t have been sexy but somehow was, because Jeongin was sprawled across your lap, his fingers tangled in the hem of your shirt while Jisung watched from the kitchen doorway, his gaze dark and unreadable. You’d been trying to focus on the movie, really, but Jeongin’s head kept brushing against your thigh, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of your sweatpants every time he shifted.
"You’re distracting," you mumbled, nudging Jeongin’s shoulder with your knee, but he just grinned up at you, all sharp canines and mischief. His fingers crept higher, skimming your waist, and your breath hitched when Jisung’s feet padded across the floorboards behind you.
Jeongin’s fingers stilled against your ribs, his grin fading into something darker as Jisung’s shadow fell over the couch. You didn’t have to turn around to feel the weight of his stare, hot and possessive, or the way the air thickened with tension, sharp enough to taste. Jeongin exhaled sharply through his nose, his chin pressing harder against you as Jisung’s fingers curled over the back of the couch, his breath warm against your ear. "You’re ignoring me," he murmured, voice rough with feigned hurt, but the way his teeth grazed your earlobe was anything but playful.
Jeongin’s hand slid higher, fingertips brushing the underside of your breast as he tilted his head back to smirk up at Jisung. "She’s not ignoring you," he drawled, voice dripping with false innocence. "She’s just busy." The word lingered in the air, heavy with the implication.
Jisung’s laugh was low and dangerous, his free hand slipped beneath your shirt to wrap around your throat not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make your pulse jump. "Busy?" he repeated, thumb tracing the rapid flutter beneath your skin. His grip tightened, just a fraction, as Jeongin’s fingers finally closed over your nipple, pinching lightly. "Doesn’t look like she’s busy to me."
Jeongin’s grin widened, his free hand sliding down to palm you through your sweatpants, his touch deliberate and slow.
Jeongin's fingers flexed against your nipple just as Jisung's grip on your throat tightened.
“She's not ignoring you," Jeongin repeated, voice dropping into a low, teasing purr as his other hand pressed harder between your thighs, fingers curling just enough to make you squirm. "She's just thinking about me instead." The smugness in his tone was undercut by the way his hips shifted restlessly against your leg, his cock trying to escape his sweatpants.
Jisung's exhale was sharp against your ear, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin there before he bit down gently. "Bullshit," he muttered, his free hand sliding down to cover Jeongin's over your breast, his fingers intertwining with the Jeongin’s possessively.
You couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you, your head tipping back against Jisung's shoulder as Jeongin's grip on you tightened in retaliation.
"You're both ridiculous," you managed, though the way your voice stumbled ruined any attempt at nonchalance. Jisung's thumb traced you lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your sweatpants, and Jeongin's grin turned foxish as he leaned up to nip at your jaw.
"Then why are you shaking?” Jeongin murmured, his breath burning against your skin as Jisung's fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric, brushing the wetness already soaking through your panties. You arched into the touch instinctively, but Jisung's grip on your throat kept you from moving too far. Jeongin whined, actually whined, at the loss of your attention.
The moment Jisung’s fingers dipped lower, tracing the slick heat between your thighs, Jeongin let out a wounded noise, sharp and needy, his hips bucking against your leg like he couldn’t help it.
“Hyung,” he whined, fingers tightening around your nipple just enough to make your breath hitch. “You’re hogging her.” His voice was ragged, the usual playful edge replaced with something raw and desperate, and Jisung’s grip on your throat loosened just enough to let you gasp as Jeongin’s teeth scraped down your body .
Jisung’s laugh was dark, his breath cold against your ear, different to Jeongin’s, as his fingers curled inside you, slow and mean.
“You had her first,” he taunted, his other hand still tangled with Jeongin’s over your breasts, their fingers pressing into your skin in unison. “Don’t get greedy now.” But Jeongin wasn’t having it, his free hand pulled at Jisung’s wrist, trying to yank it away from your throat, his hips grinding against your thigh with a frustrated groan. “Fuck that,” he muttered, voice cracking. “You’re teasing her, I can feel how wet she is—”
You can't help but moan, the sound raw and unfiltered, as Jisung's fingers curl just right inside you while Jeongin's teeth scrape over your pulse point. The noise seems to electrify the air between them, Jeongin's grip on Jisung's wrist faltering for a split second before he surges forward, crashing his mouth against yours with a desperation that steals your breath. Jisung's groan vibrates against your back, his fingers speeding up as Jeongin's tongue tangles with yours, messy and hungry.
Jeongin breaks the kiss first, panting, his lips swollen and glistening as he stares down at you with pupils blown wide.
“Fuck," he mutters, voice wrecked, his fingers digging into your thigh. "You—hyung—" He doesn't finish the thought, too busy watching Jisung's fingers move inside you, the obscene slick sound filling the room. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, the hard line of his cock pressing against your leg.
