so um—this has been sitting in my drafts since you requested this AGES ago. i’m sorry. 🤦🏽♀️
my brain isn’t on right now for pure smut, so it’s mostly suggestive. i also suck at writing threesomes, foursomes, whatever. it’s not that i don’t like them, im not creative enough for that sadly 😭
i made this into like, a headcannon? i’m working on some stray kids fics sooooo maybe that will satisfy my stay readers and friends 🫶🏽
first day on the job and you’re ten minutes late, spilled coffee on your shirt, ran into the big boss on the way into the building—like literally ran into him—and now one of the elevators wasn’t working so to not be even later than you are, you took the steps.
up five flights.
in heels.
by the time you got to the studio you were scheduled at, you were a sweaty mess, hair frizzy. opening the door 3 pairs of eyes landed on you.
“shit, am i in the wrong place?” you huffed.
one of the men laughed. he said your name and you straightened up.
“not in the wrong place, sweetheart.”
that was over 6 months ago. since then, bang chan, changbin, and jisung have made it their mission to tease, flirt, and make you blush like a high school girl talking to their crush.
pet names. nicknames. sweet talk. soft smiles. soft touches.
it didn’t make you uncomfortable, no. if anything, it aroused you. wanted you to have them more.
little did you know that was all part of their plan.
bangchan liked to have you in his chair, on his lap. your skirt bunched around your waist.
changbin preferred the couch, in between your legs that rested on his shoulders, before he had you on your knees, back arched.
jisung? took you wherever he could. but he definitely liked inside the recording booth.