2025 Halloween Event | All Hallows Eve
day 31: group sex
pairing: poly!straykids x fem!reader
warnings: MDNI, M/M, M/F, OT8, dirty talk, exhibitionism, public/group sex, oral, anal, cum eating, in costume sex
event masterlist: Star-Crossed Sins
The front door slams shut, cutting off the distant, muffled thrum of the Halloween party they’d just fled. Nine bodies tumble into the house, a glorious, tangled heap of velvet, netting, fur, and lace, instantly shedding the last of their public restraint. The living room is dark save for the sickly green glow of a forgotten string of Halloween lights draped over the mantel, casting the worn furniture in eerie shadows that make their elaborate costumes look even more dramatic.
Chan, dressed like Wriothesley with his wolf ears and tail, tears his grey vest off, the motion aggressive. His realistic wolf ears slipping in his hair, and his thick, swaying tail knocks over a decorative pumpkin. He is the first to try and grip reality, running a hand through his damp hair. “Okay, okay, everyone. Let’s get this mess off, we need to shower, and then beds now,” he orders, already fighting the feral urge that costume has amplified all night.
Minho, in his witch costume, laughs, the sound low and dismissive as he flicks his voluminous dark purple velvet robe off his shoulders. It pools on the floor and his wide-brimmed hat goes sailing onto the coffee table with a soft thud.
But your attention is not on the two oldest but on Jeongin. Mostly because he hasn’t stopped semi-glaring at you since you left the party. Your cracked white face paint shifts at you look at him feigning innovent as he pulls at layers of delicate ruffles and lace. He looks so pretty tonight, his sheer, iridescent blue fabrics and gold netting are still damp from spilled drinks, and his usual composure dissolves into pure, needy urgency as he crowds you against the wall.
He kisses you desperately, smashing his lips against yours, a violent, open-mouthed clash.
Jisung is uselessly leaning against the wall, witnessing the aggressive exchange, lets out a frustrated whine, his own body instantly tightening with need. His bright green Saiki K school uniform and the absurd pink power-control headpiece contrast sharply with the raw hunger in his eyes. He's trying to look detached, but the tension is already making him hazy. He spins around, trying to pull Minho into action, begging, “Hyung, help, I’m getting blue-balled just watching them! Do something!”
Minho doesn't even glance at Jisung. He is intensely focused on the mess you and the maknae are making. Giving up on the witch, Jisung instead grabs Felix, who is still floundering in his white robes, dragging the angel into the center of the room with a cold, needy grip.
You let out a muffled noise of surprise as Jeongin backs you up quickly, your combined momentum sending you tumbling heavily over the back of the plush sofa. The sound of the collapse, followed by a thick silence punctuated by wet, desperate kissing, is the signal the rest of the house needed.
Felix, the Angel, is utterly undone, nearly tripping over the simple, impractical white robes and worn wings that drag on the grime.
With the biggest, most cumbersome costume, Changbin, leans over you both. His immense black and red Dragon wings dropped against the wall, he shoves the heavy props against the wall, his intricate black and green scales makeup glinting sweatily, already done with the pretense.
“What did you do to upset the Maknae like this, huh?” Changbin asks, utterly ignoring Chan's increasingly strained attempts at routine.
Jeongin pulls his mouth away from yours just long enough to gasp out his answer, his eyes wild and desperate. “She kept teasing me! All night! She was talking to some dude.” He throws himself back at you, smashing his lips against yours again, one desperate hand clawing at the delicate ruffles and lace of your doll costume, trying to tear your front open.
You pull your face back, managing a sharp, breathless whine. “I wasn’t! I was just being friendly, you’re just being possessive, Jeongin!”
Seungmin, the sleek black Demon, stalks forward, having watched the entire exchange with a possessive smirk, tapping his tiny plastic pitchfork against his thigh. The description of your subtle, successful provocations from the party is all the ignition he needs. He shoves Changbin aside, grabbing you, instantly taking control of you and his only dongseong. He initiates a dominant, messy physical encounter, pulling you up and open-mouth kissing you, then Jeongin, marking his neck aggressively sinking teeth into the skin. Jeongin immediately follows the Demon's lead, embracing the sheer, public messiness.
Hyunjin, whose face is unnaturally pale and carries a subtle crimson stain on his lower lip from the fake blood, moves silently, his teeth catching the low green light as he watches the chaos with thinly veiled hunger. The sight of Jisung and Felix, who have devolved into a whiny, useless mess of tangled limbs and grinding bodies, is too much. Drawn by their pathetic need and his own craving for maximal physical closeness, Hyunjin moves, his hands immediately hovering over Felix’s hips to guide their motion for maximum, focused pleasure.
Chan stands frozen, his chest heaving under the strain of watching the collapse. He is fighting the dangerous thrill of the mess, the sloppy sounds that promise the absolute loss of control he needs to avoid. The sight of Seungmin's fingers digging into your lace, Jeongin’s sheer desperation, and Hyunjin's predatory focus all confirm that this night is going to be raw, uncontrolled, and devastatingly honest, a total abandonment of the routine he had planned.
Minho moves in on him, not with aggression, but with cold, surgical intent. He doesn't grab a hand or a shoulder; he closes his fist around the base of Chan’s thick tail, pulling him roughly toward the center of the room where the air is thick with pheromones and discarded fabric.
“You still think about bedtime?” Minho’s voice is a low, challenging growl, his breath hot against Chan’s exposed neck. “Look at the mess, Hyung.” Minho’s hand slides down, finding the insistent, needy bulge straining against Chan’s trousers. “You want to be here, Channie. You know you want to spend time with our needy babies.”
Chan’s last vestiges of control crumble, the desperate, high-pitched whine from Felix mixing with your own breathless pleas for relief, shatters all amounts of his self control. Minho wastes no time with lingering touches, he uses the thick length of Chan’s wolf tail as a handle, dragging the boy over to the sofa cluster, pulling him into the immediate vicinity of Hyunjin and Jisung. Minho practically rips Chan’s pants down, letting them fall around his ankles, then shoves the older man onto his knees right beside the edge of the plush sofa.
Minho doesn't stop to admire his handiwork. He grabs Chan’s jaw and slams his mouth down in a punishing kiss that silences the room again. It is a primal, territorial claim, and everyone freezes, a collective intake of breath. Minho is demanding submission from the oldest, and the sight is devastatingly effective.
Changbin is the first to move again. He grabs the front of Seungmin’s black jacket, hauling the Demon entirely off of you and Jeongin. Changbin settles Seungmin into his lap against the wall, his thick thighs anchoring the demon. Changbin’s hand slips instantly under Seungmin’s pants to grasp his thick, straining member, running his hand up and down to jerk the boy off with brutal speed. Seungmin’s breath hitching into a pained, high-pitched whine against Changbin’s neck, his back arching sharply as Bin begins to hump him aggressively, his eyes never leaving the scene on the sofa.
You and Jeongin take advantage of the sudden space. He pulls your face back for one last frantic kiss before beginning his descent. Your gaze remains locked on the chaos, but you can only gasp as Jeongin kisses a scorching path down your throat, over the delicate lace of your bodice, until he reaches your hips. He pushes aside your ruined panties, his mouth latching onto your core.
The pressure is agonizing and immediate, your hips instinctively bucking against his face. You can only call his name, "Jeongin, please," but your voice is thin and desperate. He ignores the plea, instead lapping at your heat like a starved animal. He finds your clit, sucking it deep and hard, a possessive sound pulling from his throat. You can't think, only feel, and your hands fly to his damp, blue-dyed hair, tugging on it to pull him in closer, a silent command for more.
He pulls his mouth away just long enough to breathlessly whisper, "See? Only me. Just open up for me."
Hyunjin is draped over the back of the sofa, his face glistening with effort, a stark, predatory mask of pleasure. He pushes Jisung and Felix past their limits, the raw need of the Vampire demanding their absolute submission. He clamps his strong hands grasping Felix's hips and pushing his hips to rub against the bulge in Han's pants, both boys whining as they kiss each other.
Hyunjin leans close, his voice a low, encouraging growl against your ear, "That's right, make a mess of those little clothes. Cum for the Vampire, I want you both ruined."
Both boys lie tangled on the cushion beneath him, their costumes, the ridiculous bright green of Saiki K and the soaked white of the Angel, now clinging to them. They are a whiny, whimpering mess, having both cum in their pants from the relentless assault. Hyunjin is not satisfied. He gives a low, predatory hiss, "On your knees, both of you. You don't get to rest yet."
He shoves their shoulders, forcing them off the sofa and onto the stained floor beneath the eerie green light. The boys obey instantly, scrambling to kneel at his hips, their wet pants sticking uncomfortably to the carpet. Hyunjin settles back onto the couch, legs spread wide, and exposes himself to the two boys. Felix's lips are slick with drool, and Jisung's eyes are half-closed, Felix lapping at the base ad Jisung sucks on the head.
The Vampire is insatiable. His hips buck wildly, driving himself deep against their faces with a furious, rhythmic force. Felix, despite his exhaustion, tries to rub his own slick length against Jisung’s thigh, seeking a shared comfort even as he obeys Hyunjin’s silent commands. Jisung, completely overwhelmed, focuses entirely on taking in Hyunjin’s length, his cheeks hollowed out and his jaw aching. He tries to rub his own body closer to Felix, seeking connection as their wet pants now rubbing together uselessly.
Hyunjin stares at the ceiling, his head tipped back, only issuing low, guttural sounds of command and pleasure, entirely consumed by the feeling of their mouths around him. With a final, ragged snarl, Hyunjin buckles, his hips slamming as he floods Ji’s mouth. The Vampire is spent, his breath coming in high, desperate gasps as the thick, hot release pours out of Ji’s mouth into Felix eager one. He immediately collapses back against the couch, his thick cock finally going soft in their still-clinging mouths.
On the floor, Seungmin is screaming into Changbin’s shoulder, completely consumed by his hyung’s rough touch, his own climax pulling violently from him. Changbin chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound, as the Demon in his lap groans, Seungmin’s release finally soaking his hand. Changbin doesn't stop, his hips rocking harder against Seungmin's now-slick backside, his grin wide as he watches the chaos unfold.
Minho doesn't ease up. Chan, now stripped naked and kneeling beside the sofa. Minho is already spreading his cheeks, his wet fingers plunging deep inside. The sight of Chan being so utterly dominated by Minho is intoxicating. You feel your muscles clench, Jeongin's face still pressed urgently against your core. The pressure Jeongin is applying with his mouth builds to an impossible peak, and the sight of Chan being used so thoroughly shatters the last of your resistance. You cry out, your body buckling, and you flood his face and mouth, your entire body twitching violently with the force of your release. Jeongin doesn't pull away, he instead laps up the juices, his eyes wide as he looks past your trembling body at the chaotic scene. The raw, desperate sounds of Chan's cries for release, mixed with the sharp, metallic taste of your climax, overwhelm him. A low, guttural noise escapes him, and he immediately follows you, coating the inside of his own sheer blue pants with a thick, hot load.
A desperate, hitched sound pulls from Chan, his strong body trembling from the violation. Minho pulls his fingers free, slick and wet, and with brutal haste, slams his own thick length into the newly gaping hole. Chan screams Minho's name, a sound of agony and pure, animalistic relief. Minho thrusts hard, driving him into the plush fabric of the sofa as Chan begs, "Please, Minho, let me, it feels so good, let me cum, please..."
Minho doesn't grant the release. Instead, he grinds his hips deeper, trapping Chan's frantic pleas in his throat. "Oh, you want it, Hyung? You want me to ruin you? You like being the messy one, don't you, letting me wreck that tight little hole?" Minho's words are ice-cold, his dominance absolute as he continues to drive his body into the begging leader.
Chan is getting railed, his knees sliding on the damp carpet, the thick wolf tail still attached between his legs whipping uselessly as his body is utterly governed by Minho's rhythm. The sight is brutal and beautiful, the raw honesty of Chan's submission undeniable. You watch, mesmerized, as Chan's eyes flutter shut, the effort of holding back too much.
With a final, broken cry, Chan's body convulses violently, a sticky, white mess spurting onto the floor and splashing against his stomach, the mess finally free. "There you go, baby," Minho growls, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he ignores Chan's spent body and empties his load into the greedy hole, filling him until the excess spills down the leader's trembling thighs.
The room falls silent, the only sounds the labored, desperate breathing and the wet, thick dripping onto the carpet. You’re all still tangled, draped over the furniture, spent and ruined, their costumes now pathetic markers of the control you attempted to maintain. The All Hallows Eve night is over, leaving behind a sticky, satisfying, catastrophic mess.
“Now, can we go to bed?“ groans Chan from his messy puddle.
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