synopsis: After vowing to find the stranger who was tragically ripped away from you that unfortunate night, your simple plan turns messy when eight men claim to be the one you're looking for. Seven are surely lying, but what's the harm in indulging in all of them?
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The cushions of the couch mold the shape of your body as you sit upon it. You find yourself picking at the loose strings anxiously, staring at the eight men who argue amongst themselves.
"He's lying!" It's Hyunjin who's shouting, a finger pointing at his younger frat brother. "He wasn't even there that night! He told me he had an essay due and couldn't come!"
Seungmin, as stoic as ever, rolls his eyes. "I finished early. I said that, like, 10 times. Are you stupid or something?"
It looks like Hyunjin might burst a vein from his neck, but Chan, the president of the frat, places a hand on Hyunjin's slender shoulder. "I don't think yelling will get us anywhere. Seungmin was there; He was fashionable late." He flashes a dimpled smile at you. "But you don't need to worry about who was there and who wasn't, baby, it was me."
Minho scoffs, "As if last I recall, you were too busy getting plastered to remember how to even finger someone."
You shift in your seat, drawing the attention of Felix who glances at you. He eyes you for a moment before wearing a look of sympathy on his face. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to," his deep voice rings in your ear throughout the commotion. "I know the boys can be a little much," Felix gives a friendly smile. "We can always pick up where we left off next time." He finishes with a wink.
There's hardly any time to respond when Changbin loudly shouts, "Yah! Yongbok is cheating! He's putting fake memories in her head!"
Felix quickly puts his hands up in defense, "I was just saying she can leave if she feels uncomfortable. You guys aren't even letting her talk." Upon hearing his words, all the men quiet their bickering and finally give attention to you. All of a sudden, you rather liked it when they didn't have their focus on you.
"Are you? Uncomfortable I mean," Jisung frowns.
You shake your head, "No! No, I'm just nervous, I guess. I didn't think you guys would get so worked up over this. I thought one person would say it was them. Not...all of you."
This makes Chan laugh, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Yeah, well, you got more than you bargained for." A few of the men chuckle. "What do you think we should do then?"
"Me?" You point at yourself.
It's Jisung that speaks, "Duuhh, you. You're the one who came here asking for your fingering prince. It's only fair you make the rules."
You can feel your face heat up at Jisung's joke, but he's right. The eight of them can argue all they want, but it's you who has the reins. One by one, you scan them. There are only vague memories from that night, and you can hardly tell who it might be just by looking at them.
And it's then that an idea pops into your head.
"I don't think I can make a decision just by looking at you guys," you admit. "I think it's better to replicate what happened."
"Replicate?" Jeongin raises an eyebrow and looks amongst his older frat brothers. "What do you mean?"
A sly smile makes its way on your already blushing face, "I think you know what I mean."
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It makes sense to go from oldest to youngest.
Chan did the honors of getting you nude waist-down despite Jisung's complaining. You spread your legs, placing your heels on the edge of the cushions with your back flushed against the couch. It's intimidating to see their eyes on you, traveling to your exposed cunt to your embarrassed expression.
"You don't have to be shy baby," Chan smoothes his hand over your thigh. "Got such a pretty pussy. You should show it off all the time."
He laughs at your whine, finding his place beside you as he looks down at your nakedness. Chan hums, fingers traveling lower before going towards your knee again. You appreciate how he works you up. How he takes his time to make sure your hips try to maneuver for his hand to brush against your folds.
Chan is experienced, that's for sure. Even if you can already tell he's not the one from that night, you don't dare tell him. It feels too good to stop what he's started.
"What do you think baby, hm?" He looks at you. "Is this enough to admit it was me? Or do you need a little more?"
You nod, "I think I need a little more." Spreading your legs as further instruction, you gasp when Chan finally makes contact with your heat. He smiles at your slack jaw, opting to kiss your neck and rub soft circles on your clit.
"Feels good, huh?" He mumbles in your ear. "Just tell them it was me, baby. We both know how badly you want to finish."
It's true, you do want to finish. It's why your hips have picked themselves up from the couch and started rutting against his hand. Chan lets your wet folds run over the ridges of his fingers, pressing down more forcefully to add pressure.
"Hey, you can't cum that quick!" Changbin protests against your arrival. "Just hurry up and say if it was him or not!"
You keep quiet, save for the breathy moans and hard breathing. If you do tell the truth, Chan will stop on the brink of your orgasm. But if you lie, everything will come to a stop.
"It's...it's," you shamelessly try to hump his hand, but the impatient look on the seven other guys makes you confess. "It's not."
There's a part of you that thinks Chan might keep going and just let you finish, but he pulls his hand away from you instead. His body completely withdraws from your own as he tuts, shaking his head. "Should've just lied. I would've let you cum as many times as you wanted."
You watch as he puts his soiled fingers in your mouth to suck on, earning a moan from your lips.
Minho takes a different approach, opting to kneel before your spread legs and place his soft hands on the inner of your thighs. His sly eyes look up to your aroused ones as he smiles, "I'll be honest, it wasn't me. But you'll let me play with your pussy anyway, right?"
"No, she won't!" Hyunjin pouts, "You're wasting time! Shoo!"
While Hyunjin's long limbs flail in protest, you keep your attention on Minho. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, waiting for your response. Minho's warm breath sends chills when it comes into contact with your skin, and you find yourself nodding as you grip the undersides of your thighs.
He giggles, "Good girl."
You expect to feel his hot mouth, but you're surprised when he moves his hand to quickly rub against your clit. The sound of your wet folds reverberates throughout the apartment. Your clit is far too sensitive to be played so roughly with, but the sensation brings you back to the edge once more.
Minho watches as your back arches off the couch, how you've thrown your head completely back in pure ecstasy. He leans down to peck the top of your pelvis, a contrast to his relentless rhythm.
"I'm gonna cum," you whine. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Minho smiles, "All over my fingers huh? Little pussy can't handle all this, can she?" He slows his past momentarily to move his other hand towards your entrance, dripping a finger into your pulsing walls. The combination of the rubbing and thrusting has you trembling, hips bucking wildly until Chan has to hold the top of your shoulders from behind to keep you still.
"Stay still baby, you're moving so much."
"So good," you look up at Chan. "Can't stop."
Chan watches as your face contorts into pleasure. Blinding heat fills your stomach and floods your pussy. You distantly hear Minho and a few of the other guys gasp when you cum. Arousal drips down Minho's wrist, pouring out from where his finger is inside.
Finally, you pick your head up to look at the mess, surprised to see Changbin striding to where Minho sits.
"Move move move! It's Binnie's turn!"
You whine when Minho removes his finger, but judging from the look on his face, he isn't too happy about it either. "Impatient ass," he sneers at Changbin, standing up. "I just started."
Changbin doesn't respond, too preoccupied with finding his place between your legs and tapping his cock on your swollen lips.
You gasp, looking down to see the heaviness between his legs, standing unashamed and proud.
"Gross dude!" Jeongin scrunches his nose in disgust. "Pull your pants up. I can see your ass hanging out."
Hyunjin and Seungmin laugh, but Changbin pays no mind. You've been told he has a hard time concentrating on more than one thing at once, but you didn't think he would zone in on you so quickly.
"Let me put it in," Changbin begs, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit. "It'll just be the tip, I promise."
You're just about to agree before you remember why you're here. How would you know if Changbin is the one if he doesn't use his fingers? You bite your lower lip, looking between his short fingers to his chubby cock.
"Binnie..." you pout at him. "Those aren't the rules."
He whines, humping his hips quicker as if it could change your mind. "Pleeease! Just one time, let me put it in one time and-"
"Bin," Chan's authoritative voice comes from above you. You feel him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, reassuring. "Gotta listen to the boss here man."
Changbin looks dejected as his lower lips jut out, but he withdraws his throbbing erection obediently. His solemn expression fills you with pity and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him from leaving.
"Let's make a little deal, yeah? Tell me the truth if it was you at the party, and I'll let you put the tip in. Okay?"
His eyes lit up a little too quickly, and you repeat yourself. "Just the tip, okay? Only the tip."
"He's not gonna listen," Seungmin shakes his head. "He only thinks with the head between his legs."
The jab has Changbin frowning again, but you tighten your grip around his waist for encouragement. "No, Binnie's a good boy. You'll listen to me, won't you?" Changbin nods, still looking somewhat sulky as he repeats, "Binnie's a good boy." This has you smiling, settling further into the comfortable couch. "I know. So tell me, Binnie, was it you?"
"Yes!"
"Fucking liar," Seungmin swears. "He's full of bullshit."
"Yeah, he's lying!" Hyunjin joins in. "It was me!"
Seungmin moves his cold stare to the taller man, "Why are you so persistent? It was not you." Hyunjin looks like he's about to argue again, but Jisung beats him to it, "Fuck you guys both! It's me!"
You have to tune out their arguing, looking at Changbin who behaves suspiciously. He has a ghost of a smirk on his lips, his eyes can't maintain eye contact longer than two seconds. The cherry on top is his blushing face, red with guilt.
"Binnieee," you drawl. "Are you lying to me?"
With eyebrows raised, you watch as his small smile falls. His lips pucker into something like a scowl, but he looks hopeful. Stupidly hopeful. Changbin shrugs and finally meets your eyes, "Maybe, but that doesn't matter!"
You frown, "You lied to me- oh-" Changbin cuts you off by dipping the fat head of his cock into your entrance. It's so warm, so thick that your cunt wraps around it snugly almost immediately. He rolls his hips to thrust shallowly, feeling your walls try to suck him in deeper.
"That's...That's cheating," you manage to say.
Changbin smiles, pulling his head out to slap it on your clit. "It feels good though."
He places his hand on the base of his cock to aim at your pussy, this time with no scolding from you. Before his tip has the chance to sink back into your heat, Hyunjin yanks him by the shoulder.
"Ya! What are you-"
"You broke the rules," Hyunjin reminds him. "You don't get a turn."
"But she-"
Minho looks rather pleased as he drags the sulky Changbin away from you, mostly likely happy he got his revenge. Though you wave Changbin a pitiful goodbye, your body begins to vibrate with excitement at the arrival of Hyunjin. As beautiful as all the men are, Hyunjin seems to match the brief descriptions you have of your mystery man that night. Long fingers, long hair, and a height that seems to fit.
Hyunjin takes his place next to you, smiling innocently to where you can see his dumpling cheeks and crescent eyes. "How are you doing, beautiful?"
The attention makes you blush, shyly hiding behind your hair as you answer, "I-I'm fine. I...I really wanna cum."
"Again?" He laughs, "You're barely halfway there, you know?" Despite Hyunjin's teasing, his hand travels down your inner thigh to your soaked folds. You gasp at the contact, looking down at his slender fingers rubbing you in circles.
"Mmm, that feels good," you sigh.
Though you aren't looking, Hyunjin beams at the compliment. "Good huh? How about familiar? Does it feel like that too?"
To that, you aren't too sure. Hyunjin is gentle, reassuring, and caring. Even as his digits travel lower to plunge into your cunt, it's still different from the night before. The mystery man was rougher, demanding. Telling you to spread your legs rather than the gentle voice Hyunjin uses.
"Just like that, pretty," Hyunjin whispers in your ear. "Such a good angel for me." Two of his fingers easily slide in and out of you, making you clench and writhe on the couch. His other hand palms his erection at the sight of you and the sound of your moans.
You can feel the men staring at the two of you. Changbin and Jisung have their cock out, stroking at the same face that Hyunjin finger fucks you. Felix seems eager to shove a hand down his pants, but his concentration is glued to your exposed cunt. Minho is whispering something to Jeongin who also can't take his eyes off you, nodding mindlessly to whatever his hung tells him. Chan's heavy hand pats the top of your head, comforting and somewhat wholesome.
"So," Seungmin crosses his arms against his chest, ignoring the raging boner in his pants. "Hurry up and say it's not him."
This makes you shake your head, content with finishing your second orgasm on Hyunjin's hand. His palm slaps against your cunt, briefly coming into contact with your clit. It's so good, so good that you might lie and say it was Hyunjin that night.
"Don't stop," you whine, pleading with Hyunjin.
He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your lips. His lips are plump, full, and wet with salvia. Your mouth chases his when he pulls away, earning a chuckle from him. "Wasn't planning on it."
Hyunjin slows his pace to add another finger, stretching you with three digits before he's pumping again. You squeal at the speed, hands grasping onto the cushions to ground yourself. Your entire body feels hot, overstimulated to the point of fainting. Your heels dig into the couch as your high builds throughout your body.
To make your climax powerful, Chan reaches down and flicks your clit rapidly. A mixture of a scream and a moan tear through your chest and you bury your face in Hyunjin's neck to conceal your embarrassing sounds.
"She's gonna cum again," Felix notes, eyes wide.
The men watch as your body begins to convulse once again, arousal dripping further onto the couch and some to the floor.
"Whatever," Minho snorts. "I made her cum first."
"Yeah, with my help," Chan looks up to narrow his eyes accusingly.
It's in the midst of their banter that you cum, shaking and filled with burning pleasure. Hyunjin's fingers hardly slow their pace, but Chan hears your muffled cries and slows his rubbing. Your drool begins to seep onto Hyunjin's expensive shirt, but he pays no mind to it. He's too caught up in the way your sensitive body jolts and quivers with every thrust.
He only stops when he feels warm tears soak his shirt. His fingers slip out of your cunt, taking a few strings of arousal with it. He cradles your face in his hands, looking worried.
"Oh, my sweet angel," he coos. "Was that too much for you?"
You're still vibrating with pleasure, jumping when Chan tenderly grips your neck.
"G-good," you manage to choke out. "S-so good. More, more. Wanna keep cumming."
The anxious expression on Hyunjin's face fades, and you hear a few of the men chuckle at your admission.
"You can cum many times as you want, baby," Chan confirms. "But we need to know, was it him?"
For a moment, you're confused. Was what who? Who was what? Your brain flicks with thinking before the light bulb goes off.
"It wasn't him, was it?" Jeongin hopes, eyes shining with hope and arousal.
Your mind is half-broken, barely managing to say, "Not...not him." Hyunjin groans in frustration, throwing his head back dramatically. "Fuck! I so thought she was gonna say it was me. Didn't think her brain would still work after all that!"
Hyunjin stands up, defeated. The space next to you feels cold and empty, but Chan's warm touch keeps you feeling floaty and safe. You reach up to grasp onto his form, mewling and pawing at any physical contact you can get.
"Shhh, everything's okay baby. We're right here," Chan leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're halfway there."
a/n: holy shit this is taking me soooooooo long so I decided to break it into parts lmao I apologize. *slightly* proof-read ill be honest. tell me how you like it!
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genuine question. why and more importantly how are the people of tumblr blind to the very obvious polycule that is stray kids. aren't we supposed to have the highest queer demographic here why are folks on tiktok more locked in than you guys are
summary
Your viewers are saying you aren’t usually this desperate. Is that true? Is hearing me in your head telling you how beautiful you are turning you on?
Jisung whimpers out a breathy, “Yes,” but he’s smart enough to hide it by twisting his fingers inside of himself. Precum clings to his knuckles and drips onto his stomach, leaving Jisung looking completely debauched. Sweat causes his hair to stick to his forehead, and his lips are red beyond belief. Hyunjin commits the sight to memory, his orgasm sneaking up on him like a snake.
You’re so pretty, baby, Hyunjin praises. Jisung keens, throwing his head back as his fingers continue their relentless pace.
what's with the overarching theme of suspiciously queer boy groups and their strange tendency to buy matching rings. something tells me a lot of you guys just want polyamorous marriage
apologies in advance but have we considered a polyskz fic in which hyunjin is an ex time traveler now college student with an art major after breaking his promise to view every timeline without attachment after meeting skz. skz is killed as a result and he spends the rest of his life yearning for a timeline he cannot go back to, drawing the members' faces over and over in their memory. just a thought yk.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
ship
Han Jisung | Han/Everyone
Everyone/Everyone
tags
Alternate Universe - College/University, Fraternities & Sororities, Alternate Universe - Fraternity, Free Use, Boys in Skirts, Friends With Benefits, OT8, implied OT8, implied polyamory, jagiracha, car washes, Safe Sane and Consensual, But also, Unprotected Sex, Nothing explicit with Changbin Seungmin or Jeongin, But they do watch, Voyeurism, consensual voyeurism, Group Sex, but not really, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Rimming, Washing Machines, Blow Jobs, Teasing, Exhibitionism, Hair-pulling, Face-Fucking, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched
summary
“Our frat is a bit more…free than others.”
