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hyunsvngbinimas !
pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader
warnings: cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, unprotected sex
“i mean, it’s not as big as the versace tree, but it’ll do,” you tease, and hyunjin screeches from the kitchen.
he’s busy taking the nice christmas china out of the top of your cabinet. you’d better hold off on teasing him until he’s safely on the ground and not on the stepladder with hands full of breakable plates, bowls, and cups.
the tree really is nice though, despite your teasing. it’s color coordinated in teals and silver with pretty white lights that hyunjin chose, and a nice quilted skirt to match. the star on top of your tree has a picture of kkami in it, and hyunjin fell to his knees laughing when he saw it for the first time.
hyunjin is always busy, and he’s been particularly busy lately preparing for year-end award shows and performances. you’re both lucky you’re able to spend the past few days together because that’s a rarity in itself. you’d spent most of your time lazing around, but you’d both decided on today being the day to finally finish all of your decorating. with hyunjin’s artistically keen eye and his love for everything winter and christmas, you know your place will be looking beautiful in no time.
after fluffing the skirt on the tree, you walk into the kitchen to see if hyunjin needs any help with his duties. he’s got his head in the cabinet, still smiling at your comment.
“the versace tree…” hyunjin tsks, grabbing the last of the china and bending over to place it gently on the counter before shutting the cabinet and making his way down the short rungs of the stepladder.
he’s cute like this, carefree and happy, no makeup adorning his beautiful face. he’s got on his signature beige, plaid pajama pants and an even more signature versace t-shirt. you’re wearing matching fuzzy red and green striped socks.
he helps you set the table that you never really eat at, and your decorations are done before you know it. garland hung, dishes set out, christmas tree done, stockings hung on the mantle of the fireplace, and now you’re both content to lounge on your couch for the rest of the day and watch christmas movies. it’s late and cold enough that you got the fire going, and you’re happy to finally be cozied up with your boyfriend.
hyunjin plopped a santa hat on your head earlier after he made two cups of hot cocoa and snapped the cutest picture of you that you’re proud to notice he can’t stop looking at. out of the corner of your eyes you can see him pick up his phone every couple of minutes and click his lock button to see his new lockscreen of you.
“oh, you’re obsessed with me, huh?” you ask, poking hyunjin in the side with a fuzzy-socked foot. he grins gleefully and shows you the picture like you haven’t just bared witness to him pulling his phone out to stare at it at least ten times.
“look at you, my angel~” he coos. hyunjin takes his index finger and wiggles it under picture-you’s chin, cooing high pitched and dramatic baby noises. “of course i’m obsessed with you, are you crazy?”
you can’t fight the smirk from spreading on your face. smug and proud is what you are, definitely not crazy. the most beautiful man, inside and out, you’ve ever met in your life saying he’s obsessed with you? what a fever dream. you must be pretty damn great after all.
hyunjin chortles at the look on your face, and he grabs your ankle to pull your foot into his lap so he can massage your feet over your socks. “whaaat? what’s that look for?”
“i’m just-! i like that you think i’m pretty.” you shrug your shoulders, but your voice trails off towards the end of your sentence.
“i think you’re more than pretty,” he says, and he looks into your eyes while he says it. hyunjin has such a way with words, and he’s a master of compliments. hyunjin’s sweet words never fail to have your face heating up. “can i show you? i’d love to show you, if you’ll let me…”
being loved by hyunjin is the most beautiful thing. it’s remarkable; if anyone else were to say that, you might find it cringey or overdone, but leave it to hyunjin to change everything about the way you think and feel about being loved.
that’s how you end up with your panties hanging delicately off one socked foot and your hands in hyunjin’s silky hair. your shirt’s off, but hyunjin made sure you kept your santa hat on. he rests on his stomach between your legs, and his own legs dangle gracelessly off the couch.
“spread your beautiful legs for me. yes, wider. you know i love that…” hyunjin’s voice trails off as he gazes at the slick, puffy lips of your pussy. “my flower.”
his voice is breathy and gaze reverent, and he leans in slowly before dragging the flat of his tongue up the length of your slit. hyunjin moans when you do, eyes snapping up to your face so he can see pleasure contort it.
“your t-tongue is so soft, baby,” you breathe, and hyunjin hums against your clit before trailing over to suck one of your lips into his mouth and release it with a filthy pop. hyunjin’s mouth is devastating in the best of ways; pair it with his fingers and you’re knocking on heaven’s door. his long fingers gently pinch the lips of your cunt together, and he tilts his head to the side so he can wiggle that sinful little tongue between the meat of them. the entire bottom half of his face is soaked. the couch will be too.
he pulls away to spit sloppily down onto your clit and rub it in with his fingers. your legs twitch, and he smiles that sweet, dumpling smile at you.
“stand- stand up please, let me get on my knees for you,” hyunjin says, and you heed his request and slowly stand from the couch on shaky legs. hyunjin slides off of his own spot on the couch and down onto his knees, palms braced on the floor and waiting patiently for you to put your pussy on his tongue.
“fuck, please don’t make me wait for it! just lean forward and i’ll do the rest. shi- god, my mouth’s watering,” hyunjin whines. he doesn’t want to wait, and you don’t want to either.
you widen your stance and hyunjin’s eyes droop when you press your fingers into your skin and pull up on the mound of your cunt, giving him a perfect view of your swollen little clit peeking out from its hood. hyunjin was telling the truth when he told you he’d do the rest because all you do is lean forward and he dives back into your cunt eagerly.
it doesn’t take long before your hips are grinding against his face, and hyunjin loves it just as much as you do. your fingers grip onto his blonde hair to pull him into you while you grind down on him, and the only reason your moans are louder than his is because his face is buried in your pussy.
“yesssss, my goddess,” hyunjin mumbles, mouth full of your cunt. his hand wraps around your ankle when he takes note of your leg shaking. “cum, baby, soak me in it!”
he keeps munching away, sucking and tonguing at your pussy until the now frantic pace of your grinding forces his head to bobble around. your grip on his hair is painful, but that’s how he likes it. his mouth is so slick, his lips are wet and tongue soft. hyunjin pulls away slightly to spit onto your pussy, some of it sticks to you in messy strands and the rest cascades back onto hyunjin’s already soaked face.
he sucks his spit back into his mouth with a dazed little laugh and continues to lick you with the type of vigor he only reserves for the things he loves.
“baby, hyunie, i-!” you can’t even finish your sentence because your brain feels so fuzzy. hyunjin’s hands fly up to your ass to hold you closer to his face, and he doesn’t even complain an ounce when your grinding causes you to bump against his nose. his plush lips latch onto the swell of your clit, and the tip of his tongue bats against it so sloppily that the noise gives you goosebumps. “t-that- hyunjinnie, like that. keep- keep doing that, please!”
he gives you a sharp moan and continues like you told him to, keeping his pace steady until he feels your hips kick. that’s it. there’s nothing better than his angel, his goddess, cumming because of him.
your legs give out. you’re not used to cumming while you’re standing up, but thankfully you didn’t stray too far from the couch. you plop gracelessly back down onto the cushions, and hyunjin follows you eagerly, pushing your legs apart again and laughing as he licks your still pulsing cunt to help you ride out the last of your orgasm.
you give him one last shudder, and hyunjin gives your clit one last kiss.
“my cock’s so hard. honey, look how hard you’ve made me,” hyunjin whines. the bottom half of his face is wet from you, and he hasn’t even tried to wipe it off. he sits back on his haunches though and pulls his cock through the front of his pajama pants, jerking it while he stares between your still open legs.
you want to play with him a bit. he was so good to you just now, but you can’t help but tease him just a little. you bring a shaky hand down between your legs and spread the lips of your cunt for him. your hole clenches, and you hum gleefully when hyunjin’s hand speeds up on his slick cock.
“fuck, i’m gonna burst,” he whines again. hyunjin’s still sat on his knees, but he braces a palm behind himself so he can lean back and thrust into his other hand.
watching him touch himself always gets you so horny, so you can’t help but press the pads of your fingers gently to your clit. you hiss, back arching and body shuddering due to the lingering sensitivity from your orgasm only a few moments ago. you’re typically too sensitive after one orgasm to go again, but seeing hyunjin on his knees makes you want to try for another.
“oh, baby,” hyunjin breathes. his mouth falls open when your fingers slowly circle your clit. how you can look so precious, so seductive all at once is beyond him. you’re so cute in your little santa hat and fuzzy socks, but the way your fingers eagerly explore your pussy has him reeling.
“‘m so s-sensitive hyun- hyunie, oh my god.” your pussy’s so wet there’s barely any friction, but you think you’d buck off the couch if you were any rougher with your clit. you pull your fingers away from it with a trembling breath, and hyunjin watches you in awe. his cock aches.
“lemme get it even wetter for you,” hyunjin says, looking you in the eyes. he leans forward and purses his lips, letting a glob of spit slowly fall from his plump lips and down to your already soaked pussy.
your fingers immediately scoop it up and bring it to your clit, swirling it gently until your legs are shaking again. hyunjin leans his head on one of your thighs and kisses it.
you’re both entranced by each other. hyunjin by the way your fingers rub softly at your clit, and you with how his hand twists on the upstroke while he jerks his cock. his dick is pretty, just like he is, long and pink when he gets turned on. it leaks like a faucet in his hand.
“cum- cum inside me, and i’ll cum too,” you whisper. hyunjin takes your word for it, swiftly getting up from his spot on the floor and kneeling on the edge of the couch.
he guides his cock to your already clenching hole and pushes in easily, and you immediately grip onto one of his thick thighs while he grinds his way fully inside.
“h-holy- oh my god. you feel so fucking perfect inside.”
hyunjin takes hold of your ankles to make sure you stay spread for him, and his hair falls into his face as he looks down to watch. you’re quick to grab the hairband on your wrist to give it to him, and he pulls his hair back into a messy ponytail.
hyunjin’s getting fed up of things getting in his way of sight, and he lifts his shirt up and takes the hem in his mouth so he can watch his cock fuck into your cunt clearly.
he’s a sight for sore eyes, beautiful in ways that don’t even make any sense. his cock fucks into you so slowly that your pussy squelches, and your sensitive cunt takes and takes and takes from him until there’s nothing left.
your fingers still rub circles on your clit, and hyunjin’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your wetness circling his cock.
“so fuckin’ creamy,” he grits, barely audible through the fabric of his shirt he’s still holding between his teeth. it doesn’t take him long to cum, not with him so worked up. the visual and the clenching of your pussy is just too much for him to handle, and he adds to your cream with cream of his own. “cum for me now, please cum again for me!”
hyunjin’s cock pulses inside of you and your fingers slide just right, and you’re arching and writhing into your second orgasm of the night. he doesn’t hold you down, but his hands follow you wherever you go. they rub your thighs while they shake and feel the arch of your back when it bows off the couch in pleasure.
you’re drowsy now, and you can’t believe you came twice in just a short amount of minutes.
you’re more surprised, however, that you’re still wearing your santa hat.
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Hey I saw your requests were open so I figured I’d shoot my shot. Can I request a fic Where Hyunjin really needs to pee and reader is joking around with him while straddling his lap and he keeps warning her that he needs to go but she thinks he’s kidding and he ends up peeing a bit and he feels kinda shy about it so reader tells him it’s okay to just let go while she’s on his lap. Then she starts grinding on him and he gets turned on and they fuck raw for the first time 😁
a/n: oh you're siicckk I love it
warnings: just read the ask man, MDNI 18+, established relationship, under the influence, fem!reader, dom-ish reader, soft dick hyunjin (lets fucken go), fluff mostly, PIV, no protection, come on you should know me by now!
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Maybe drinking wasn't the best idea. You could only imagine the pounding headache that would come in the morning. However, you couldn't manage to care enough as you sat on Hyunjin's warm lap. His hands were lazily placed on your hips, softly rocking them against his crotch.
Another bad idea in getting wasted was that neither you nor Hyunjin had explored each other much. The relationship was still new, but that didn't stop either of you from grinding up against each other late into the night.
Hyunjin could feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach. The feeling of your plush thighs on his, how your chest was pressed in his face. It sent a thrill down his spine to be this close to you, but there was a familiar pressure in his bladder that ruined the mood.
"Babe," his voice was velvety soft as he spoke. "I gotta piss."
You looked down at your lover. A confused look on your face as you replied, "Now?" He nods, looking at you like a dog who got his bone taken away. "Yes, now."
Rather than getting up, you grab the back of his head and force him between your breasts. He makes a mmf! sound then giggles at your behavior. "Babbeee," he drawls. "I really need to go." His hands tap your ass as an encouragement to get up, but you aren't having it.
"You just don't want to touch me," you pout. The alcohol must be getting to your head. You're not one to deny someone of relieving their bladder. Hyunjin, however, is too drunk to catch onto the playfulness of your tone. "Of course I want to touch you! I'll just go to the bathroom real quick and-"
Hyujin's cut off with a moan as you grind your hips down on him. You rock back and forth, trying to create some friction between the layers of clothes. "You can hold it." It's not a request, but a demand from you.
He shakes his head, "I really can't. We drank a lot. I'mma piss myself."
This makes you giggle, "Big boys don't pee their pants." You ignore Hyunjin's whines as you lift your hips just enough to remove your skirt. With your white underwear exposed, he can see the small patch of wetness that's accumulated.
"If you do wanna piss that bad, you can go here," you look down to your bare thighs. Your hands move from the back of his head to the front of his pants. He doesn't protest when you unbuckle his belt, zip down his zipper to pull out his soft cock.
You coo at the sight, grabbing ahold of his dick and running your thumb along the slight. "You really are drunk," you mumble. "Can't even get hard." Hyunjin looks both horrified and aroused. It's your first time seeing his cock, and he's flaccid. You, on the other hand, are beyond ecstatic to see it.
The warmth of your hand makes his hips jerk upwards. He groans. "Fuck, I'm gonna pee on you."
No matter how many times Hyunjin's warned you, you're still shocked to see a yellow stream emit from his tip. He tried to cover his cock, but you quickly slap his hands away. His piss lands on his jeans, leaking into the material. The warmth seeps onto your thighs, all the way down until your white underwear is stained with a yellow hue.
He moans. Moans when he sees you covered in his pee, his fifth. Hyunjin expects you to jump off his lap and run to the bathroom. He's waiting for your disgusted expression, but he's surprised to see a wide smile on your face.
You pump his wet cock, drooling. "Fuck it's everywhere. Peed on me like a dog, you're so hot." Some piss leaks from his cock as you stroke him faster. Your underwear sticks to your cunt, but you're certain it's more of his own fluid than yours.
Hyunjin whimpers, "I...You think it's hot?"
The uncertainty in his voice pulls at your heartstrings. Your boyfriend could do anything, and you'd find it endearing. He has you wrapped around his finger, and he doesn't even know it. "I think you're hot," you emphasize. "I need you in me now. I really wanna fuck you."
If Hyunjin was more sober, he would be horrified at the thought of having sex with you like this. He wanted your first time to be romantic. He wanted to take things slow and feel your body on his, completely nude. Still, he can't ignore the delight in how you pull your soaked underwear to the side.
His cock twitches in your hand. After his tinkle, Hyunjin feels himself getting hard in your soft palms. He helps you over his dick with his hands on your waist, slowly lowering you to his length.
Everything is so easy, so perfect when his tip breaches your walls. There's not an ounce of pain as he fills you up. You shiver and place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. "Mmm so good," you moan. "Deeper."
Hyunjin complies eagerly, shoving the remaining inches of his cock. It nestles snugly in your cunt, the head kissing your cervix. As much as you would like to bounce on him, you stay sitting fully on his dick. You want to feel how the curve of him hits every spot within you. How your walls tighten and squeeze around his unfamiliar girth.
It's only when you've begun dripping that you move upwards. A few inches of Hyunjin's length slip out before you slide back down. He slides effortlessly in you, stretching you wonderfully.
Hyunjin can't decide whether he wants to look at your face or where your bodies connect. He loves watching his cock disappear in you as you ride him, but he also loves your fucked out expression. How your mouth hangs open to moan uncontrollably, the way your nose scrunches when he thrusts his hips upwards, how your eyes look into his so dreamily.
"Fuck," Hyunjin groans. This might not have been the ideal way he wanted to make love, but he'll forever save the image in his mind. Imprint the feeling of your body on his. He'll immortalize this moment in a painting.
Both of you are too tipsy to properly fuck into each other. Your thrusts are sloppy and they don't match. Sometimes you have to stay hovering while he grinds upwards to you. The sounds of his thighs clapping against the back of yours echo in the house.
You throw back your head when he decides to use you to his liking. He bounces you on his cock like a fleshlight, eyes crazed. With your throat exposed to him, he can't help but lean forward to bury his face into your neck.
Without warning, he bites down. You cry out from the sensation, feeling his teeth pierce your flesh. The saltiness of your skin settles on his tongue and the primal taste makes his hips move rougher.
A warm sensation builds quickly in your stomach, and you find yourself flooding before you can comprehend it. The familiar pale yellow liquid spurt from your cunt, and sprays all over his lower stomach.
Hyunjin laughs tiredly upon feeling the liquid stream out of you. He pulls his head back and looks down, seeing the mess. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who needed to go."
You babble incoherently, jumble 'sorrys' and 'don't stop.'
He chuckles again and focuses his attention back on your dripping cunt. The extra warmth and wetness only push Hyunjin closer to the edge. His grip tightens on your hips and he drives into you. His balls tense and his cock twitches, and for a moment he thinks about pulling out.
But the way you're helplessly letting him use you and looking at him so endearing makes it seem as though you might get upset if he pulls out. So he doesn't, and he buries his cock to the base as he cums inside.
You thought it was impossible for you to feel wetter, but you're proven wrong. Hyunjin's cum shoots itself deep inside to claim you. You feel gravity pull his arousal down and out of your pussy, dripping onto his thighs and the couch.
Tiredly, you collapse on his chest. His arms wrap around you and pull you close, peppering your neck and cheek with kisses. Both of you find solace in each other's embrace, giggling and giving open mouth kisses carelessly. It doesn't take long for the cum and piss to get uncomfortable.
Both of you decide a thorough shower is much needed... and maybe another round.
a/n: this was pretty fun to write! little secret for ya'll, men can't piss during sex (unless they have a medical condition) so that's why I had him soft to pee. but tbh we need more skz soft penis appreciation. if you're with me say 'i'
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warnings: pussy job, wet & messy, daddy kink, panties stay on during sex w mr. bang christopher chan!
you might just have to throw these panties out when chan’s done with you.
you’re wet.
you’re wet, and the tip of chan’s cock is leaking precum already. not to mention the lube he’s poured on the spongey head and the front of your panties.
he likes to do this sometimes, particularly when he wants to take his time with you and make you desperate for him. you’re in for a long night considering your boyfriend has the kind of stamina that needs to be studied in a lab.
chan spreads the lube over the front of your panties, and the baby pink cotton turns sheer quickly. it sticks to your pubic mound almost uncomfortably, and it already has you wanting to squirm. chan settles his gaze on you, eyes staying locked on yours, before his knobby fingers trail to the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side to expose your swollen cunt to him.
his other hand remains on the shaft of his cock, and with his eyes still gazing into yours, he grinds its fat head against the slit of your pussy.
“o-oh, oh daddy,” you whimper. your legs threaten to close around his hips when the tip of his cock rubs right over your clit.
“baby, yeah?” chan tilts his head. he taps his dick on the crease of your thigh. “keep ‘em spread how daddy likes.”
your hands travel under your knees to keep yourself spread for him. just how he likes.
“there you go. atta baby, ready? shit. ohhh my gosh.” his voice is so gruff; it pulls a whimper from your throat before you can think to hold it back. he’s still looking at you, not sparing a glance downward as he pulls the slimy-wet gusset of your panties back where it belongs, now snug over his cock. chan has to angle himself to the side slightly so he can bully his cock in the tight space between your hot cunt and your panties.
chan’s heavy gaze remains on your face when he gives his first slow thrust against your pussy. the lips of your cunt already hug him so sweetly, and the added feeling of your sopping wet panties over his cock has his top lip twitching.
your eyes are wild, lips parted wide in a silent scream that makes chan want to turn you over and fuck you into the mattress. but not yet, he’s patient; he can wait.
“pretty fucking face,” chan whispers. “this is mine.”
yes. you don’t even know what exactly he’s referring to. your face, your cunt, your body, your heart. it’s all his, and you both know it.
chan’s eyes finally leave yours so they can take in the sight below him. your eyes follow his too, to the bulge of his cock through your panties. he’s slowly fucking himself against your cunt, and he brings a small hand down to press over the head of his cock where it rocks against your clit.
the pressure of his hand makes you both moan, and you’re tightening your hold under your knees because your legs are shaking now. chan ruts harder now, faster, keeping the thumb and index finger of his other hand around the base of his cock to increase his pleasure while he uses your clothed pussy to get off.
that all too familiar feeling is swirling in your gut, and your hips start to fuck in tandem with chan’s so you’re meeting him thrust for thrust. he’s not ready for you to cum yet though, and he pulls that big, pretty cock from your pussy and strokes it in a strong fist.
“da-! daddy! c-chris, put it back! please, please put it back,” you want to cry, you want to kick your feet and scream about how much you need his cock back, but chan beats you to it.
he brushes the pads of his fingers against the wet fabric of your panties, the front completely sheer. it clings to the lips of your cunt, and chan presses a gentle thumb where he knows your clit to be. your legs jolt, and he pecks a slow kiss to your ankle that’s closest to him.
“close ‘em now for me, sweets. yeah, good good. that’s good. ohhh fuck, cutest cunt.”
you do as he says, pressing your thighs together tight and holding your legs to your chest. you know your completely soaked panties outline the meat of your cunt perfectly for chan, and you also know this is how he wants to cum.
he doesn’t bother lifting your panties so they can cover his cock again, no. chan works his tongue in his mouth and spits down onto your already soaked panties. it trails between the smushed together lips of your pussy, and his cock is quick to meet it there. with a grunt, chan fucks roughly against your clothed cunt and presses his hand down onto the head of his dick once more.
“yeah, gonna bust. ya want it? know you do…”
that’s how chan cums, pearly white shooting from his cock and seeping into the already ruined cotton of your little panties. his fingers are a mess with it too, and he quickly directs his soiled fingers to your readily opened mouth for a well-earned treat.
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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟏: 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞
Kiss me and take off your clothes
Imagine a world like that
We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest
Love how my face fits so good in your neck
Why can't you imagine a world like that?
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PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader
GENRE: fluff, mature (smut), friends to lovers
CONTAINS: swearing, alcohol consumption (but no one gets drunk), chan and reader are childhood friends, mutual pinning, "friends don't do this" trope.
SYNOPSIS: The two of you are just friends with boundaries that shouldn't be crossed with the unwritten rule that you can never, ever, date your best friend. But after numerous failed relationships and heartbreak, it gets more and more tempting to just fuck it and break the rules.
WORD COUNT: 7,607k words (whoops my hand slipped)
smut warnings under the cut!
SMUT WARNINGS: no dom/sub dynamics but Chan takes the lead in bed, lots of kissing and making out, lots of dirty talking and teasing too, nipple play, oral and fingering (f. rec), p in v, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise (f. rec), sex is not too rough but it's also not to vanilla, just desperate and hungry sex.
"I'm sorry, I don't think we should keep on seeing each other."
Those were the exact words your date had told you the moment you sat down at the table in a restaurant that you picked.
"Woah there, bud. What happened to 'hi' or 'hello'?" you joke with a flustered chuckle. You literally just sat down at your table, a bit disheveled as you were a few minutes late because of the heavy traffic, and now you were trying to figure out if your date is actually serious right now or if he was just joking.
"Are you fucking with me right now or...?" You asked with a raised brow, realizing that he was indeed serious. But still, you waited for him to say something, anything— a chuckle, a smile, or a giggle just to let you know that he was indeed just fucking with you, probably because you were a little late or just pulling a sick joke to see your reaction, but... his silence says otherwise, his eyes downcast as he nervously fidgets around.
Great. Just great.
You scoff when he doesn't say another word, leaning back on your chair to look at the man in front of you who can't even seem to look you in the eye, looking like a cornered puppy with droopy ears and its tail behind its legs.
He looked fucking pitiful.
But with hindsight, you did sorta expect this to happen. You've only been on two dates with this guy and lately, his texts and replies were getting kinda dry until he just stopped texting you completely. The only reason why you're here now was because he suddenly texted you in the middle of the night right before you went to sleep that he wanted to see you.
So yes, you did see this coming. Were you hurt? Not as much as you thought you would be. But were you disappointed? Yes, because the two of you were getting along so well on your first date, and for once, you were hopeful that you won't be spending the rest of your summer single.
"Whatever."
Without another word, you grab your stuff and left, hearing his flustered "I'm sorry!" as you walk away. "Yeah right, 'sorry' my ass," you mumble as you fish for your phone from your pockets, pushing the restaurant door open with your shoulder, speed dialing the first person that came into your mind.
Chan.
"Can I come over?" You ask the moment he answers his phone (which really was after 2 rings). "What's up? Is everything okay?" You hear the bubbling concern in his voice as you hail a cab, wanting to do anything but spend another minute in this place.
"The date sucked ass."
"It's that bad?"
"Not really. It's just that I came to a realization that I'm probably gonna die single." You hastily gave the driver Chan's address before slumping against the cushioned seats. "I just..." you sigh, "need some company tonight. I feel like shit."
You hear him hum from the other line— low but gentle and somewhat comforting, letting you know that he understands your situation. He doesn't press any further too, which is one of the things you like about him because you clearly have no energy to tell him all about it now. You'll save it for later.
"Alright, I got you."
"Thanks, Channie. You're the best."
You arrive at his apartment complex after a 30-minute ride, and it took you five minutes to get to his floor and in front of his unit, your hand raised and balled into a fist before knocking. You hear his quick shout of "coming!" followed by the sound of the quick scurry of his feet against his floor before the door swings open, revealing Chan's dimpled, welcoming smile.
"It seemed like your date didn't go as planned so I made sure everything was all set before you got here so you won't have to worry about anything." He proudly tells you as he scoots aside to let you in. The smell of popcorn was the first thing that greeted you upon your entry, reminding you that you haven't really eaten anything yet because of your disastrous date.
Chan was true to his words because everything was all set in his living room. His TV was already on with his Netflix account logged in while the bowl of popcorn sits in the middle of the coffee table along with a few drinks and snacks.
"Chan, you didn't have to do all this," you whine out as you turn to face him, but he only shrugs, crossing his arms across his chest. "Well, I figured if your date sucked, I might as well make it up for it, seeing how sulky you were."
"Yeah but—"
"No but's, I'm your date for tonight and that's final."
You know you shouldn't, but you can't control the sudden butterflies that erupted in your tummy at his words, especially when he suddenly decided to ruffle up your hair before heading to the couch, leaving you no room to even contemplate your feelings, let alone further protest at his sudden kind gesture.
"Fine," you say, shrugging of what you felt and silently reprimanding yourself, for the nth time, that catching feelings for your best friend is a no-no. "I hope you have some booze ready, though." Chan chuckles at that, shaking his head a bit before saying, "You know I do. It's in the fridge."
You sit right next to Chan right after you remove your shoes, immediately snuggling into the familiar warmth his body radiates, finally relaxing. He always had that effect on you, that instantenous comfort his presence makes you feel. You didn't notice it before when the two of you were younger, but now that you're an adult faced with the realities in life, it seemed that Chan was the only person who can bring your spirits up.
And that only made it ten times more difficult to stop yourself from catching feelings, and you had to remind yourself that he only sees you as a friend, nothing more, and that the comfort he brings you is definitely a result of your long term friendship. So no, you can't be possibly falling for your best friend.
"Are you ready to talk about how your date went wrong or should we just focus on picking a movie first?" Chan asks, careful not to pry a bit too much. You only shrug, craning your head to look at him and flash him a smile. "Yeah, I can talk about it now."
He is always a good listener, that's why he became one of the people you'd always go to whenever you need some advice, a second opinion, or just someone who can listen to whatever's bothering you. He doesn't give out some crappy unsolicited advice or make you feel like you pouring your heart and feelings out was such a huge inconvenience to him. Therefore, he became someone you can really rely on, and it's one of the things that just makes you melt whenever you think about it.
"He did what now?" Chan asks you in disbelief, his eyes widening like saucers that moment he hears how the whole date went. It's a pretty short story, but it still left him stunned that someone would actually do that. You nod your head at his words, cracking a smile at his reaction. "Yep, you heard me right."
"He didn't even let you have a breather or anything? He just straight-up told you that you guys shouldn't see each other anymore? The moment you sat down?" You nod your head again, and he basically lost it, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, saying "no, no, no" over and over again as he holds back a laugh. "Who the fuck does that anyway? That's such a dick move! He could have at least let your settle down first or something!"
"Trust me. Looking back at it now, I kinda regret not throwing water at his face," you tell him, making him snort out in laughter. "Like I get it, I kinda expect it to happen, and there's nothing wrong in telling someone 'I think we shouldn't see each other anymore'..." you repeat your date's voice mockingly, "I just wasn't prepared for him to tell me that the moment I sat down."
"Damn," Chan says, putting his hands over his reddened cheeks, his skin feeling hot to the touch as he calms himself down. "I bet he was practicing to say that multiple times before you even came."
"You think so? He looked like he was holding in his shit for hours with how pale he looked."
"He'll live." He replies, huffing out a smile. "Speaking of which, does that mean you haven't eaten yet?" You shook your head no. That was all Chan needed to hear, well... more like see, because he wastes no time heading back to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards in search of the instant ramen he had stashed around.
30 minutes into the movie the two of you had picked, you have already stuffed your stomach full of ramen and snacks, and another 30 minutes later, the two of you were already 2 bottles deep in beer. The movie playing in the background is already long forgotten as the two of you were too immersed in Chan's story about the latest tea in work today.
"Turns out..." he says before he looks around as if someone aside from the two of you will hear, making you giggle. Then, he leans in to whisper in your ear, and you can almost feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, almost making you shiver. "The secretary is sleeping with our boss."
"No fucking way."
"Yes, way!"
When he pulls away, your eyes met, his face now merely inches away from yours, and it took everything in you to not dart your gaze towards his lips. You weren't drunk enough to do that.
There was tension, you can feel it, and you were sure that Chan does too if it weren't with the way he gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down before he clears his throat and pulls away.
"Want more beer?" He suddenly asks, grabbing the empty bottles before standing up, and you answer with a simple "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Channie" and a smile.
"Anything for you, love."
Love. One of the many nicknames Chan has used shamelessly on you. It started when he went back to Australia for high school, he learned how to use pet names and decided to try it on you. Love, babe, baby, babes, bubs, babygirl, little one, and your favorite, pretty. It went on as a joke and you thought that he'd outgrow it, but it turns out, he didn't. He just grew accustomed to calling you these sweet little nicknames which meant that he rarely uses your first name.
He comes back with the booze, the metal caps already removed, and hands one to you before sitting down on his spot at the other end of the couch, snuggling into the decorative pillows.
"So, how's your love life going? I don't think you've told me that you were seeing someone in a while." You ask and he merely shrugs. "Well, right after Rachel, I just stopped seeing people completely."
"Oh! Rachel? That girl you told me about who still wasn't over her ex?" Chan nods at that and hums. "Mmhmm," he takes a sip from his beer, his face slightly scrunching up at the bitter taste. "Actually, I kinda expected it. She kept comparing me to him, even in the simplest ways, but I kinda understand why because they were together for 2 years before me. When she gets a text from him saying he wants her back, she at least had the decency to apologize and told me about it." He tilts his head, the corner of his lips tugging into a grimace. "So yeah, we decided to just call it quits. I've only been seeing her for a month anyway so it wasn't that big of a deal."
"Chan, you never told me this," you say, placing a sympathetic hand on his forearm. "And risk you storming over here and beat the living crap out of her? No fucking way," he says, and you chuckle at that, giving his arm a light slap. "Christopher Bahng, I am not that violent. I would have talked to her first, you know."
"The Y/n I know wouldn't 'talk', she'd give a sermon then give her a backhanded slap like the dramas you watch."
"Okay, the backhanded slap is a bit too farfetched but I give you a B for trying." It was Chan's turn to chuckle, jokingly giving you a push until your back lands against the pillows. The two of you share a laugh for that.
After a while, it was silent again, both of your focus is now directed at the movie that was playing, but since it was already a few more scenes before it ends, you didn't really quite understand what was going on. So you let your mind wander a bit, playing with the bottle in your hand, as you figure out a way to break the silence once again.
Unlike before when you two were younger, it was as if you'd never run out of things to talk about. You recall the nights you spent awake all because you were on a phone call with him, careful enough to keep your voice down because god forbid your mother hears you in the middle of the night or else you'd be grounded for using the home phone for a week.
But as you get older and busier, that seemed to change, and you'd be lying if you say that you don't miss the good old days.
It didn't take you long before a certain question pops into your mind, call it a lightbulb moment if you will. It was something that you often ask yourself every time you find yourself hopelessly smitten with your friend.
"Hey, Chan?" You call out to him, your head shifting slightly to check if he was still awake since he's quite notorious for falling asleep during movie nights. "Yeah?" he answers quickly, his eyes glued to the TV in front of him.
You hum for a bit, wondering if what you were about to ask would even be a good idea. You were a bit scared of what he'd answer because obviously there's no fucking way that he likes you too. You know that and you've long accepted it, but the thought of Chan possibly reacting negatively to what you were about to ask you sends you some kind of fear in your heart. But there's still a part of you that's a little bit hopeful, a tiny band-aid solution to the possible heartbreak you'd feel.
And so, you go for it.
"Have you ever thought about us dating each other?"
The question slips out of you a little too easily. You hoped that he wouldn't notice.
"What?" he asks, a dumbfounded chuckle slipping past his lips as he turns to look at you, eyebrows knitted as he deciphers whether you were being serious or not.
"Like," you began explaining, panic starting to build up within you. "You know, have you ever wondered what would happen if we dated each other instead?" you repeat, feeling a little bit more self-conscious about your question.
Maybe you shouldn't have asked in the first place, because Chan was silent for a while, and you don't know whether you crossed a line to make him uncomfortable.
"I'm just Kidding. Forget about what I said—" you suddenly say with a sheepish smile, ready to whip out some lousy excuse as to why you suddenly asked that. But Chan was thinking the complete opposite you thought he'd be thinking.
So he answers a quick and simple "Yes."
Wait. What?
Chan notices your expression morph from surprise to confusion, so he sighs and explains. "We're not kids anymore, Y/n. We've been together for so long and we're practically predestined to be friends in the first place, so of course, there would be times when I would wonder what it would be like if I was dating you instead," he says with no hint of hesitation. "When it comes to you, everything just feels so... easy? Maybe it's because of the fact that I literally grew up beside you and you got to see every side of me, the good and the bad. You know almost everything about me by now, and with that, it brings some kind of comfort and familiarity. Like home, you know?"
There was truth in his words. Since your parents were neighbors and became close friends, it was almost natural that their children should become friends too. Chan was born a few months older than you did so yes, you guys were diaper buddies back then. You went to the same school with him for elementary and the only time the two of you were separated was when he went back to Australia. But the distance and the time difference didn't stop the two of you from in staying contact. When he came back for college, he was a completely different person, well... physically that is. But personality-wise? He's still the same Chan you grew to know, and apparently love.
It was so cliche of you to have a crush on your best friend just because he was the only guy you ever got close with. It also didn't help that puberty did quite a number on him, especially when he decided to hit the gym. It was all innocent at first, and you thought that this childish feeling will go away, but unfortunately, it didn't. It only worsened as the two of you matured into adults. You started to notice how charming he eventually became, and how mature he was in his beliefs and values. He's still the same kind, soft-hearted, witty Chan you grew up with, just a little bit wiser and much more handsome.
Now that you're both graduated from college, pursued your own careers, and maintained your adult life, that crush on him still hasn't left, and no matter how many people you date and sleep with, no matter how busy your lives got, he's still the person that constantly plagues your mind.
"You know, sometimes I wish that seeing other people and getting involved with them would be so easy, just like what we have, but god was it hard work. They just don't seem to get me the way you do, and the thought of having to teach someone how to love me and take care of me sounds so time-consuming. I ask myself, 'Why would I have to put myself through that when I already have you?'," he concludes with a sigh before he spares you a glance. "So yes, I do wonder what's it like to be with you instead. And I know that I'm not supposed to because I already have you as a friend. You're my best friend. I don't wanna risk losing what we have over wanting to be something more with you. I don't wanna risk losing you."
You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, your heart suddenly racing against your chest. He wondered what it would be like if he was yours and if you were his. He was scared of losing you the same way you're scared of losing him. And somehow that thought made you feel butterflies in your stomach, a hopeful flame now igniting within the depths of your heart. But you didn't let it show, no. You don't wanna make it look like that you're so easily affected by something like that. Just because he thought about it, it doesn't mean that he likes you the same way you like him, or so you thought because there's this unfamiliar glint in his eyes when you meet his gaze, something you don't seem to recognize. He hasn't looked at you this way before, and you realize that he's nibbling on his lower lip, a habit that he has whenever there's something he still wants to say but couldn't.
"Spit it out, Bahng. You'll run out of lip if you keep on nibbling it like what," you joke to alleviate whatever tension and awkwardness that was forming between the two of you, and he stops almost immediately, a sheepish smile making its way on his face as he was caught red-handed. "Sorry," he replies. He needs to stop that habit sooner or later.
You scoot closer to him, placing the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. You stop until your shoulders are already touching, your knees brushing against his leg before you gently ask, "Come on, what is it that you wanna say?"
"I don't think I should say it," he says, and you see the hesitance in his sculpted features. God does he have a pretty nose. What you would give just to sit on his fa—
You clear your throat slightly. Now's not the time to shamelessly think about that.
"Really? After all that you said earlier, you decided to hesitate now?" you say with a scoff as you rest your head against the back of the sofa, your voice hushed and gentle in hopes of coaxing out whatever is in that brilliant mind of his. Chan mirrors your actions, his hand suddenly finding yours to thumb at your skin, silently asking for comfort, another habit of his whenever he felt nervous.
The awkwardness was now suddenly replaced by an intimate atmosphere, too intimate for your liking, but at the same time, you love it— love how it felt like you were inside your own little bubble with him— and if you could just grab his face and kiss those pretty lips of his, you would.
You tell yourself that that was just the beer talking.
"I... well," he breathes out, his eyes suddenly avoiding yours. "There are also other things I wonder about too."
Oh? Now that piqued your interest. Your face scrunches up, confused and now curious. "Like what?"
He hesitates again, mentally debating whether he should just say it or not.
He decided to just take the bait and go for it.
"There are other things that I wonder about, things that I'm not even supposed to think about in the first place," he hesitantly says— well, more like mumbled— but you were close enough to hear him loud and clear.
"You're my friend and I should respect that, I do respect that, but god do I sometimes wonder what it would be like to just kiss you."
Oh my god.
You tried not to freak out, you didn't wanna scare him. But you still couldn't believe what you just heard.
He thought about kissing you.
He wanted to kiss you.
There were a lot of things you wanted to say to him right now, but a simple "Oh" is what you said, completely at a loss for words. At this point, your mouth is probably gaping like a fish because Chan slightly chuckles as he moves a hand to close your mouth.
"Say something, will you?" He says, his hand moving to your cheek, and you lean into his touch instead of moving away from it. You can still see the uncertainty in his eyes as he searches yours for some kind of confirmation that you're still here with him, that you weren't any near freaked out from what he just said, that you won't slip away from him the moment he stops holding your hand.
Your heart is still beating rapidly against your chest, your throat drying up as a thousand thoughts flood your mind, and the flame of hope in your heart only burns more.
You didn't want to believe it, you were still in denial, but maybe there is a chance, there is hope, a possibility that he wants you the same way as you want him, so you grip his hand tighter, silently telling him that you're here, you're staying.
You let out a shaky breath before you lick your lips to soothe yourself.
"Well... do you still wanna find out?" you finally ask with all the courage you gathered, and you watch how every own of uncertainty in his eyes gets slowly replaced by relief, happiness, and need.
He doesn't answer you, no, but instead, he moves to slowly close the gap between the two of you and takes your face in his hands before he finally, finally kisses you.
His lips on yours were unlike anything you have ever imagined— soft, pillowy, and gentle— plush lips moving against yours as he savors the feeling. He exhales a breath of relief before he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb brushing against the skin of your heated cheeks, and instead of feeling awkward the way you initially thought it would be, the two of you share an elated giggle before he kisses you again, this time with added fervor.
Kissing him was enough to send your head into a spiral, and you can feel every bit of your self-restraint slipping away as the kiss gets more and more heated. A small moan leaves your mouth the moment you feel his tongue swipe against your lower lip, asking for entrance, and you let him. The wet muscle explores your mouth until it finds yours, and it has you wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands pull you to straddle his lap.
You pull away with a gasp, your right hand moving to hold the left side of his face. "Fuck," you curse out breathlessly as you feel sparks bloom all over your body as he kisses down from your jaw to your neck, teeth lightly grazing and nipping at your skin before he resumes back to just kissing it.
"Tell me," you say, slightly pulling at his hair to capture his lips with yours again. "What else do you think about?" Now, it was your turn to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, his hips jolting at the contact, causing his hardening length to brush against your clothed core. "Fuck, Y/n," he hisses out, and boy does your name sound so good when he says it like that.
"I think about— god, fuck— I think about more than just kissing you..." he says, and you hum against the column of his neck, urging him to talk more while your hands roam across the expanse of his chiseled chest. "Sometimes I think about your lips, oh god your lips, they're just so fucking sinful." He grips your hips to stop you from grinding against his clothed cock because he feels like he'd burst even before he gets to fuck you.
"What about my lips?" you whisper the question against his ear, your lips brushing against the lobe before you take it between your teeth and give it a nibble. He takes a sharp intake of air at that.
"Pretty, so fucking pretty. Thought about h-how good it would look wrapped around my cock."
"Chan, holy fuck."
You failed to stop a whine ripping through your throat at that, your head dropping to his shoulder as you let out a shaky breath at the thought.
"Yeah? You like the sound of that? Wanna wrap that sinful lips of yours around my cock, pretty?"
Pretty.
Pretty.
You almost melt at the nickname.
"Yeah," you reply, your hands raking through his hair before leaving little pecks all over his lips. "Would touch myself thinking about that too, shit."
Chan can feel his cock twitch at your words, a groan seeping through gritted teeth.
"Fuck, pretty." His hands roam all over your back before they settle at your waist, his eyes finding yours in the heat of the moment. "I don't think I can hold myself back if you keep talking like that."
"What if I don't want you to hold back?" you ask, as if you were challenging him, pushing his buttons just so he can rip the clothes off of you and take you right then and there.
He places a tentative peck on your lips. "Then say it," he then says, and you feel his breath fan across the heated skin of your neck as he kisses you there. "Say you want me," a kiss on your jaw then a nibble on your pulse point, "Say you want me so I know I'm not the only one who wants this," a lick on your clavicle then a kiss on your lips.
He knows how to make you melt a little too well.
"I want you, Chan," you finally say. "I need you."
He wastes no time hoisting you up, and you cling to him with a surprised yelp as you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom, opening the door with one hand and closing it with a foot before he lays you down on the bed.
He climbs over your frame instantaneously, his lips attaching to yours as he kisses you again with such passion, it's making you breathless.
"Fuck, Chan." You gasp out as you roll your hips against his, desperate for some kind of friction to relieve the ache you feel in your core. "Friends don't do this," the two of you pull away so he can pull his shirt off his body, and your hands immediately roam to feel his well-built torso, your thumbs experimentally brushing against his nipples. "Yeah? Well, friends don't touch themselves fantasizing about their friend's cock," he says pointedly, panting a little bit, as he helps you rid of your own top, leaving you with nothing but your bra.
Damn it. You knew you should have worn some sexy lingerie, but judging from the prominent boner in Chan's sweats, he doesn't seem to mind.
"Touche," you say before you gasp at the feeling of his hand groping your tit. "We'll talk about it later?" You ask and Chan hums before he skillfully pulls your bra up your chest to free your breasts. "Yeah, later. I promise."
The moan you let out the moment he pops your hardened bud in his mouth was downright pornographic but you don't have it in you to even feel an ounce of shame, not when his tongue laps at the sensitive bud while his hand plays with the other.
"Your tits are so fucking sexy, holy shit." He briefly comments before he latches on your other nipple. You can only whine at his words, your hands scrambling to grip at his hair that has him bucking his hips into the mattress. He pulls away with a pop, his hands now playing with your boobs, groping and squeezing them all the while giving it a few kisses and nibbles, your breath hitching whenever his teeth graze your sensitive flesh. "If only you knew how many times I had to stop myself from staring at them."
"Finally admitting how much of a perv you are, Christopher?" You tease as a sly smile paints your lips, and he only chuckles dryly at that. "Babygirl, you're just as nasty as I am. I bet you're soaked through your panties by now." He simply replies, his thumb rubbing against the exposed skin of your torso.
"Well then," you say, teasing him more by wiggling your hips toward him. "There's only one way to find out."
He leaves one last kiss on your navel before he undoes the button of your jeans, and you lift up your hips to help him pull it off you to be discarded somewhere in his room. You rest on your elbows to get a better view of him between your legs, your lower lip caught between your teeth as he drags the pad of his finger through your clothed folds, feeling the wet patch that has already formed on the fabric.
"Fucking hell," he breathes out before applying pressure on your clit, making you gape your mouth as you throw your head back. "I can't wait to fucking taste you already, pretty."
"There's nothing stopping you now, Channie. Come on, I wanna feel you already," you say with a pout, grinding your cunt on his fingers to show him that you're too horny to wait any longer, and thankfully, he decided to just indulge your request. He'll save the teasing for next time.
Your soil underwear joins your jeans on the floor and so does your bra, leaving you completely naked under him. You watch as he shamelessly rakes his eyes through your body with so much hunger, he could just devour you. His gaze, almost predatory lingers on your sopping cunt before he adjusts himself so that he's laying on his stomach with your legs over each of his shoulders before he spreads your pussy lips open using his thumbs. Even in the darkness of his room, with only the lamp on his bedside table serving as your only light, he could see how your cunt glistens with how wet it already is, and the fact that it's all because of him only makes his heart (and cock) swell in pride.
The moment he gets to lick a fat stripe from your hole to your clit, finally being able to taste you, he fucking moans like a man starved having his first bite of a meal he hasn't had in ages. You taste just absolutely divine in his taste buds and he wastes no time to just dig in. His tongue is everywhere, licking every crevice his tongue can reach, lapping up your juices and savoring your taste before he wraps his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, lightly suckling on it before he releases it, only to do it all over again until you're a moaning mess under him.
This man had no fucking business being this good with his mouth.
"What else do you think about, pretty?" he asks for a brief moment to kiss your inner thighs before latching his lips unto the skin, sucking bruises and marks. "Have you ever thought about me like this? Between your pretty legs and giving you head?" Before you could even answer, he gives your clit a little kitten licks all the while he looks into your eyes, his gaze dark with lust as he waits for your answer.
"Y-yes," you stutter out. "Thought about you eating me out and fingering me."
You hear him say, 'Oh?' while he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit, making you moan as you throw your head back. The pressure that he applies is just so delicious, it's making your toes curl and your eyes water.
"Did you touch yourself at the thought of that, pretty?" Now he's just teasing you, riling you up the same way you did to him earlier, and there's this triumphant smile on his face as he watches you get more needy.
"Yes," you groan out, eyebrows knitting at the feeling of his fingers sliding through your folds, gathering your wetness. "Made myself cum thinking about you so many times. Thought about you fucking me too." Your shameless admittance only made Chan's cock twitch within the confines of its clothing, and he was sure that he was leaking precum all over, the thought of his best friend and the girl that he's been pining over all these years having the same fantasies as him.
"You've thought about me like that a lot?"
"Always, every day, every night. God, if only you knew the number of times I wish that it was you fucking me instead of my fingers or some guy that I met."
"Jesus..." he finally puts a finger inside you, curling up the digit to hit your sweet spot, making you almost cum on the spot. The glide was easy because of how dripping you already were, and Chan was sure that there would be a wet spot on the sheets once the night was over. But he didn't care, not when he's the reason why you're making a mess. One finger became two and two fingers slowly became three, stretching you out and prepping you before he finally gets to fuck you.
"Holy shit, Chan— don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum," you warn him, your hands flying to grip at his hair as he continues to suck and lick on your clit, making your eyes roll up to the back of your head at how good it feels. "Yeah? Come on, pretty. Look me in the eyes when you cum for me."
There's just something in the tone that he used that has you whimpering as you do what he says, your eyes meeting his as you try your best to not close them in bliss. When you cum, his name rolls off your tongue like a mantra as he continues to finger you, your orgasm hitting you so hard, your eyes ended up rolling to the back of your head as you throw your head back, your body convulsing under him as it washes over you like a wave.
By the time you were done, you were chasing your breath, your chest rising and falling as you lay still on the bed. "H-holy shit," you say before draping an arm over your eyes to cover your face as you chuckle in disbelief. Chan, on the other hand, licks up the remnants of your cum and fluids from his finger before he hovers over you and removes your arm from your face so he can see you.
"So tell me, who's better? Me or the Chan in your fantasies?" he jokes, making you slap his arm. "I'm not answering that because I just know it's gonna inflate your ego more."
"Oh come on, humor me will you?"
"I can't answer that yet, you know?" You say with a roll of your eye as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close so that your lips ghost over his. "You still haven't fucked me yet."
"Is that so?" He muses, his nose brushing against yours, making you giggle. You only nodded your head before you lean up to press your lips on his, and he promptly kisses you back, slow and sensual, unlike the kiss that you've shared earlier. This one is gentle and intimate, making you hum into the kisses while your hands thread through his hair.
He only pulls away to reach into his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom, and when he comes back, your hand scrambles to reach his sweatpants and tug them off until it joins the pile on the floor.
His cock springs free, hanging heavily between his legs, and you can't help but gawk at it. Nothing can ever compare to the real thing. His length is just mouthwatering, just a bit above average but he was definitely on the girthier side.
Even the way he rolls the condom on himself is fucking sexy, his hands smoothing down the rubber. You best believe that you had your legs spread wide and ready the moment he's done.
You can practically hear your own heart beating in your ears as he smears his wetness all over his condom-clad cock, pumping himself a few times before sliding between your wet pussy lips. You whine when his head bumps into your sensitive clit, slowly growing impatient.
"Channie, baby, please. Stop teasing."
"Fuck, sorry. Can't help it."
The moment his head breachings your hole, he continues pushing in inch by inch carefully so as to not hurt you until you swallow him whole, your velvety walls wrapping around his cock so tight, it nearly made him cum on the spot.
"God, you feel so fucking good around me," he comments through gritted teeth, his breathing now becoming erratic as he shallowly thrusts in you. He lets you adjust first, peppering your chest with kisses as he waits for you to give him the green light. And when you do, he's rewarded by the sight of your blissed-out face and the image of your cunt stretched around his fat dick.
He pulls out just until the tip before he pushes back in, his hands on your hips as he sits back to watch his cock disappears in your cunt. There's no way he's gonna jerk off after this without that image practically burned in his memory.
"Fuck, Chan. You're so fucking big, oh my god."
He moans at your words, his cock twitching in your pussy. He can't believe that he's hearing you say that out loud, and he doesn't care if you're only saying that just to mess with him. Either way, it still has this huge effect on him that has you fucking into your cunt a little bit faster now.
"Have you ever thought about fucking me like this too, Channie?" you ask him in a voice that's so sickly sweet, he thinks that he's going delirious. "Fuck yeah. Fucked my fist at the thought of you getting fucked by me." He answers, sweat already building up on his skin, some of it dripping at his temple. "Dreamt about how tight your cunt would feel around me and— oh my god, you feel so fucking good around me, baby. So fucking good."
Even with the condom on, he can still feel every ridge of your cunt, the pleasure turning his arms weak and he soon finds himself pressed against you, his arms holding you close to his body as he continues to fuck you. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck me just like that, Channie— ah! You feel so fucking good, I'm gonna cum again."
Your nails scratch at his sculpted back, bringing tears to his eyes, but he doesn't care about the sting. At this point his brain is just too muddled with pleasure, he can already feel his blinding orgasm building up.
"You're just so fucking unreal, pretty. Fuck, why didn't we just fuck each other earlier?" he asks, burying his face into your neck as he drives his cock even deeper, stimulating your sweet spot in the process that almost made you scream.
"Channie, oh god," you whine out, eyes rolling to the back of your head at one particular thrust of his.
Your shared moans were accompanied by the sound of his bed creaking and skin slapping, as well as the embarrassingly wet sounds of your cunt getting fucked by him.
"I'm gonna cum— oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum." He warns you, his thrusts already losing their rhythm. "Yes, baby. That's it. Fucking come for me, love— ngh- shit—"
He uses this hand to push himself off you so he can rub your clit with his thumb, making you cry out his name as your hips move to meet his thrusts, desperate to cum again.
"Cum with me, pretty. Please, I need to feel you cum around me," he whines out, his cock steadily fucking into you. One last look at his fucked out face was enough to have you cumming for the second time, your walls spasming around his length, making him cum after a few more thrusts, the last one pushing his cock so deep inside you before he spills his load into the rubber.
You both found yourselves just absolutely breathless as you come down from your highs.
Chan makes a feeble attempt in pulling out so he can remove the condom and throw it somewhere in the room before he collapses beside your body, still catching his breath from the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life.
After a few moments of silence, save from the sounds of you catching your breaths, he finally lets out a tired snicker before he wills his body to lay on his side to face you, draping his arm over your body so he can pull you toward him, and you allow it, snuggling into his chest immediately and inhale his scent.
"So," he begins, his hand smoothing over your hip, as a mischievous smile appears on his face. "Does this prove that the real me is way better than the Chan in your fantasies?"
"Shut up, Christopher."
"Come on, you gotta answer the question somehow," he quips, poking your sides to make you squirm and giggle. "I'll only answer it when you answer mine," you tell him, and he hums, tugging you even closer to that your chests are touching.
"What happens between the two of us now that we've... ya know, fucked?" Chan notices how small your voice was when you asked him that, so he gives you a reassuring kiss on your forehead before holding you close to him. "Hm," he muses, "well, it looks like I have to call my mom and tell her that you're my girlfriend now."
"Girlfriend?"
"Mmhmm, not unless you want it to be 'my fiance' instead, I don't mind."
"Woah, woah, woah, there, Mr. Bahng. Hold your horses. I think being your girlfriend would suffice for now."
He smiles. For now, he likes those words.
"Then it's official." He announces, pulling you on top of him so that's your straddling his hips. "No need for more wondering, pretty. You're my girlfriend now."
#HOW DOES THIS NOT HAVE MORE NOTES#IM CRUING AND THROWING UP RNNNNN#MY TIRN WHEB THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEEE#😭😭😭😭😭😭#i’m so 😭😭😭 happy 😭😭😭 for them 😭😭😭😭😭😭#fics
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stop the cnc with min made me immediately think of somno w/ channie :(
he'd he so cute, you're all laid out for him so pretty waiting for him to get home, but you fell asleep. but he's so needy rn, all you have on is his hoodie and nothing else. pretty legs pressed up to your chest so your pretty wet cunt is on display for him. he feels like a perv but i mean u gave him permission to use you anytime so...
he'll slide into you slowly trying not to wake you up but he's so big :( baby can barely fit. he pushes himself in you and you wake up a mess, feeling so full by him. he lifts you up and fucks you really good until you're ready to go back to bed w him. so cute
🏷️ f!reader, consensual somno, size kink, unprotected sex, reader is smaller than chan, pet names: baby
chan can't help himself. you're so pretty like this, curled up in his hoodie on the couch with your bare legs on display. his hands find their way to your thighs almost involuntarily, spreading them, his cock throbbing at the way your glistening folds part to show your cute little hole.
and chan can't help himself when he lines his thick cock up with you entrance, his length slick with spit and leaking precum but still struggling to fit. he works the head in with short strokes until you wake with a gasp, eyes fluttering open and finding his own, his pupils blown so wide they're nearly swallowing the soft brown of his irises.
"there's my girl," he smiles as your confused expression morphs into pleasure with every inch he forces deeper into you, "look at me while i'm stretching you out."
"f-fuck, channie, s-so big," you whimper, voice still hoarse with sleep. your hands grasp his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself, the feeling of his cock stretching you out so suddenly overwhelming all your senses. you're so fucking cute, chan thinks when he finally buries himself into you fully, watching your eyes roll back and fall shut again. he'll let it slide this time; he's too wound up anyway, his orgasm already closing in on him just from being wrapped in your tight heat.
he pulls out and you whine in protest; a surprised squeak when he picks you up and rests your back against the wall. your legs wrap around his waist in a desperate plea. it's a quiet appeal he's more than happy to give into:
"i've got you, baby. don't worry. let me make you feel good."
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pillowtalk - lee know x gn!reader
prompt: Person A teases Person B about getting sleepy after having sex. As B is falling asleep, the last thing they say is “I’m going to marry your idiot ass.”
word count: 1,3k
tags: fluff, explicit (nsfw), not properly proofread because i do not respect the english language enough to care but please do feel free to leave some feedback !! :")
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI
pillowtalk (lee know)
The music was playing quietly when you came. Both of your moans blended together with the sweet melody of Minho’s playlist, the same one he had created for moments like these the day he met you. His body was pressed tightly against yours, both of your hands locked together above your head on the pillows. His eyes frantically searched for yours, searched for your approval and your praise.
His hair was still sticking to his forehead when one of your hands untangled with his own to run your fingers through his hair. When you did, Minho leaned into your touch and hummed, both of you were still panting and coming down from your highs.
“This was fun,” you said and Minho snorted. Carefully, he put his head against your collarbone and pressed soft kisses on top of them, his lips burning hot on your skin.
“Only fun?” He teased as you wrapped your free arm around his shoulders, pressing him tighter against you.
You hummed in response, ignoring the fast thumping of your heart, and pressed a kiss on top of his hair. “It was fun. Because you’re so talented. That’s why it was also brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, and -”
Minho pressed his lips against yours. You smiled against him and pulled him impossibly closer until his nose touched yours.
“You know,” he started, kissing you again and again, “I know that you’re quoting Lady Gaga right now.”
You laughed through his kisses, allowing him to pamper your entire face with them instead. “I’m sorry. It’s still true.”
Minho grinned against your skin, before softly biting down on your cheek. “You know that Felix tells me these things too, right? Not sex related.”
You rolled your eyes and opted to kiss his cheek this time around. Minho only pouted and waited for your lips to find his. They did eventually, and in that moment, he only looked at you with a proud and lovesick grin on his face and twinkling eyes.
You were nothing but a tangle of limbs, both of your bodies melting into each other. Even though it was starting to become uncomfortable, you were still basking in his warmth, hoping that this moment would never end. It felt homely to lay here with Minho in your arms and him still inside you and now that your high was slowly fading, it also made you feel incredibly sleepy.
Minho noticed, of course, and put the hand that was still holding yours beside your head. The other one did the same and he pulled himself up and out of you, much to your protest. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he was hovering over you, your eyes slowly falling shut. Minho only chuckled and pressed another kiss to the tip of your nose.
“C’mon, sleepy head. Let’s get you to the bathroom. I’ll clean you up after and I'll get you some water before you fall asleep, hm?”
In response, you nodded and suppressed a yawn. Minho chuckled again. After he got up, he took your hands back into his and helped you sit back up too. He kept holding your hand when you went to the bathroom. Both of you got ready for bed and Minho asked you where you wanted him to clean you.
“I can do it myself, just go to bed already,” You said instead, but Minho shook his head.
“I’ll do it. Just go back to bed.”
“But -”
“No ‘But’s’,” he interrupted you. You rolled your eyes, not really upset at him, and kissed his cheek one more time. In response, he pinched your butt and you yelped.
“Clingy today, aren’t we?” He teased with a smirk, “This is, by the way, the only butt I want to hear about today.”
“You’re impossible,” you mumbled, but still made your way back to bed. You would still have enough time to change your sheets tomorrow, you decided as your tiredness took over your body again. When Minho came out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth, you were already almost asleep. You had closed your eyes while waiting for him and did not even have enough energy to acknowledge his presence again.
Minho, who already knew how sleepy you would get after having sex, only chuckled when he saw you. Your body was spread all across the bed, giving him room to clean you up. He put a glass of water on your bedside table, as promised, turned the music off, and started cleaning you up a little bit more.
“It’s so cute how sleepy you always get,” He said to you. Unbeknownst to him, you were still awake, and listening to his every word.
“I don’t know why you won’t let me take care of you,” his voice turned even sweeter when he added, “You know I want to take care of you for the rest of my life.”
Fighting sleep as best as you could, you put your arms up. Minho, surprised to see that you were still awake, almost immediately accepted the offer and crawled into your arms, the washcloth long forgotten on your nightstand, too.
As he was holding you close now, you pressed one last kiss against his ear.
“I’m going to marry your idiot ass, just for your information,” You said, before allowing sleep to take over. Minho hugged you closer, and if you had not been asleep already, you would have seen the blush on his cheeks and his flustered expression, with his eyes glued to your face.
When you both woke up the next morning, you felt sticky. It was not a comfortable feeling, but when you found yourself still in your lover’s arms, you scrunched your nose in defeat and cuddled closer into him. Minho was already awake and pressed you closer against him when he noticed.
“Good Morning,” he whispered, his morning voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“Morning,” you hummed, taking in his smell.
Both of you stayed silent for another few minutes. Minho ran his fingers up and down your back. He seemed a bit nervous, you noticed, and put one of your hands back up in his hair.
“You okay?” You whispered, not really daring to interrupt the silence between the both of you. Minho shook his head, his Adam's apple nervously bobbing in his throat.
“Did you mean what you said yesterday?” He asked shily, the same flustered expression making its way back onto his face. Confusedly, you looked up at him. His cheeks were burning red and he looked almost embarrassed to be asking you this. Thinking back about your conversation yesterday, your lips fell slightly ajar when you remembered your confession.
“About me marrying you?” You asked, and Minho nodded.
“Of course I want to marry you.” You replied immediately, running your thumb over his lower lip. Your heart started beating a little bit faster when you noticed his lovesick stare. He looked at you as if you put all of the stars on the sky all by yourself. It made your heart burst with love and you told him, even more confidently this time, “I would marry you in a heartbeat.”
It was quiet and for a moment, you thought Minho would not answer you anymore. His eyes were still holding the same look in them, the same one as last night; desperately looking for yours, only looking for your approval.
“Do you mean it?”
His words were vulnerable and sent the butterflies in your stomach in a frenzy. You put your hand back on his cheek and pulled his face closer. Your noses were grazing each other, both so filled with love, when you answered, “Do you think I’d quote Lady Gaga after sex if I didn’t intend to marry your dumb ass?”
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sharing = caring
snippets of chan sharing you with each of his boys for the first time
pairings: skz x afab!reader
warnings: smut!!!!🔞 multiple partners, threesomes, unprotected sex, protected sex, daddy kink, exhibitionism, smidges of mxm but nothing too serious, oral (f & m receiving), wet and messy, finger sucking, gagging, little bit of spit play, cum swallowing, light degradation, phone sex, slight voyeurism, pussy jobs, mutual masturbation, pet play, hair pulling, loss of virginity, spanking, whole lotta tags for a whole lotta boys!
notes: well.... i did it! inspired by chan's section in this post of mine since literally one singular person asked for it. this is just straight up NASTY.. you're welcome?? or sorry?? idk but anyways im abt to post this and then dip so i can sleep. pls enjoy!!! <3
chan
“baby, tell me,” he whispers into your cheek. you’re on your back and he’s on his side facing you, a strong thigh thrown over yours that’s closest to him. he’s had his hand in your panties for the past thirty minutes, and it’s got your brain leaking out of your ears. “here, let’s take these off, yeah?”
he sits up, his hand finally leaves your panties so that he can drag them down your hips and have you kick them off with your foot. chan settles back down beside you, propping his head up on his palm and bringing his other hand back to your cunt to play.
you’re so worked up you could cry. you could scream, but it’s your own doing. you know all you have to do is tell your boyfriend what’s on your mind. he tells you just that.
chan leans down to kiss your neck before murmuring against your skin.
“all you have to do is tell me, love. i want to give it to you, hm?” you slowly nod your head and wrap your hand around his forearm. when you turn to look at him, he meets you halfway for a kiss. it’s sweet, nothing more than a press of your lips together, but yours are quick to drop open in a yelp when chan pinches your clit between his fingers. chan takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth and does his best to swallow the noises you can’t seem to stop making.
he can tell you’re about to cum when you start to hump his hand, thighs shaking. chan smiles against your lips and gets you there, but right before you can tumble over the edge he removes his hand and trails it up your stomach to circle your belly button gently. the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic, desperate, and you can’t help but bring your own fingers to your pussy to pick up where he left off. chan is quick to grab your hand and pin it to your side, dropping a swift smack to your cunt in retaliation that makes you cry out.
“this is mine.” his fingers wrap themselves around your neck. “that pussy is mine, and i’ll play with it how i see fit.” you’re nodding your head along with his words because of course, you know it’s his.
“that’s right sweetheart. you want me to make you cum?” another nod from you. “why don’t you tell me what’s got that pretty head all dizzy then, yeah? daddy wants to give it to you, baby. i want you to have it.”
you do tear up this time, and chan smiles at you, dimples showing. “my crybaby. how can channie help? what if i touch your little clit again, would that make it better?” he asks.
“y-yes, channie, daddy,” you whine. his hand once again travels down to your pussy, and your hips arch into him to welcome them back home. so fuckin’ precious, he says.
chan kept his end of the bargain, so you know it’s time to keep yours, despite how nervous you are about admitting it out loud. you doubt your sweet boyfriend would think any different of you for this, but still.
“want, ah, want you an’ your friends to fuck me, channie,” you whisper. “‘m so good for you, i am, jus’ want everyone to know.”
chan thinks he’s about to pass out. no way did you just say what he thinks you said, what he hopes you said. he’s fantasized about that for months, sharing you with the rest of stray kids, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to ever admit it out loud to you. then again, he thought, you had always been the brave one out of the two of you.
“oh honey,” chan coos, “you’re right, you’re so good for me. you’re so wonderful, you want ‘em to see how sweet this pussy is? how good you treat me?”
he doesn’t let you answer before he’s pulling you into his chest and making you cum so hard you’re out cold the second your head hits the pillow.
this is how it starts.
minho
chan had texted you earlier, a short and simple me and minho need your help haha. you weren’t sure if it would lead to what you were hoping it would lead to, but god were you crossing your fingers. the second chan let you into the dance practice room, he locked the door behind you. you stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him, searching for some sort of hint to clue you into what was going on. your boyfriend cocks his head towards minho, who’s sitting on the leather couch and fiddling with his phone with a scowl on his face.
you let out a quiet ahh and shoot chan a thumbs up. he responds with that squeaky laugh you love so much and gently pulls you in by the back of your head, wrapping his arm around it and guiding your face to his neck so you can hug him.
“the second you say stop, we stop, ‘kay?” chan asks into your ear.
“yes!” you say, excited, now bouncing on the balls of your feet and nearly headbutting him in the chin. you kiss him once and pull away, smiling. out of the corner of your eye you see minho lock his phone and place it face down on the couch, focusing his attention on you and chan.
the next thing you know, you’re half naked on the couch. minho has your ass pulled to the edge so that he can have easier access to your drooly cunt on display for him, your panties dangling from one foot. he’s kneeling in between your spread legs. chan’s sitting on the cushion beside you, content for now to let minho explore your body for the first time. he’s holding your hand and rubbing slow circles on it with his thumb.
your head is thrown back against the backrest of the couch as minho is nipping at your thighs, startling moans out of you when he decides he wants to bite down harder.
“show him your tits, baby,” chan tells you, squeezing your hand once. you comply immediately, using your unoccupied hand to pull the hem of your t-shirt up above your tits, and you wiggle when you look down to see minho’s dark eyes roaming your chest.
“mm,” minho hums, “pretty. pretty body. can i kiss you here?” he asks, eyes flicking down to your cunt. you nod your head but are quick to glance over at your boyfriend. chan doesn’t say anything, but he does grab you under your knee and pull it up towards him so that minho has an even better view of you. minho hisses under his breath when it opens you up more for him, pussy lips parting and cute little clit peeking out to greet him.
you all three let out a noise when minho gets his mouth on you, and you’re quick to bring the hem of your shirt to your mouth to bite down on it.
you’ve always known lee minho was gorgeous, but the way he closes his eyes when he tastes you has you reeling. his long eyelashes flutter against his cheek before he opens his eyes again. you think it’s cute how red his ears are, and you bring a hand down to rub at one of them and he sighs into you.
you’re honestly surprised your boyfriend has been sitting still for this long. he hasn’t moved to touch himself once, despite how hard you can see his dick is straining through his athletic shorts. he looks antsy though, and you don’t want that.
“baby, channie, what is it?” you ask, fighting hard to make your words steady while minho continues to fuck you with his tongue.
“fuck,” chan grunts. “fuck, i want a fucking taste.” before you know it, chan’s on his knees beside minho, once again pushing your knee to your chest, and minho copies his movement with your other leg. minho shuffles over on his knees to give chan more room, and your breath stutters in your throat when their tongues touch you at the same time.
you couldn’t look away if you tried, your eyes are locked on the way minho and chan’s tongues lave over your cunt at the same time. one of chan’s hands comes up to cup your breast, and you rest your hand over his, squeezing it.
the noises are filthy, even more so with the acoustics of the practice room. you can’t tune anything out. not the way your pussy is soaking their faces, the hungry noises both boys are making, or the way you’re almost squealing. your noises raise in pitch once you see how their tongues are batting against each other and rubbing over your clit, and you’re cumming before you get the chance to warn them. your back arches almost painfully, hips bucking so wildly that chan and minho both have to hold you down.
you reckon you damn near pass out because when you come to, you’re nestled against chan’s chest and minho’s head is resting on your shoulder; he’s playing with your fingers.
“morning, sunshine!” chan jokes, and he laughs when you groan. you open your bleary eyes and take in your surroundings, relaxing further against chan and minho.
“minho?” you ask, and he hums to show you he’s listening. “why are you wearing different pants?”
“because i came in my other ones, why else?”
changbin
“holy fuck, that’s good,” changbin grunts, reclining himself further into the computer chair in chan’s studio. his legs scramble to give you more room where you’re settled sweetly between them.
chan sits on the couch, relaxing into the corner while he palms himself over his shorts.
you pull off of changbin’s cock and stroke him in your fist. you spread your legs so that you can settle closer to the ground and smile against the underside of changbin’s cock, figuring it turns him on to loom over you like that. changbin growls, and you’re still smiling when you travel lower to suck on his balls, humming in your throat.
changbin’s head smacks against the headrest of the chair when you suck his cock into your mouth again.
“can i- ah, please, your mouth feels so good,” changbin whines. he wants to fuck your face, you can tell by the way his hips stutter, but he stops himself because you haven’t told him he could. mhm, you hum, and changbin’s quick to lift his hips to see how much you can take.
if you can deepthroat bang christopher chan, you figure changbin will be no problem.
“gag on it,” changbin murmurs, hands gripping the arms of the chair. you do, pushing yourself all the way down on his cock and holding yourself there. changbin lets out a cry when you look up at him through your teary eyes, and his hand cups your cheek so that he can wipe a tear away with his thumb when it falls. you move your head slightly, ignoring the discomfort on your nose when it rubs against his trimmed pubic hair.
you finally hear chan make a noise when changbin starts to fuck your face in earnest. the wet sounds your throat is making carries throughout the small studio, your face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. you’re thankful changbin’s chair is pushed back against the desk because otherwise it would be rolling across the floor from how hard he’s fucking into your mouth.
“fuuuck, like that. just like that. fuck, can you spit on it?” you pull off of changbin’s cock, a thick string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick when you pull away for a breath.
“mm, yeah,” you say, moving your tongue around in your mouth. chan sits up from his spot on the couch and scoots closer to you.
“here,” he says, leaning up and turning your head towards him. chan shoves two of his thick fingers in your mouth, fucking them in and out. you whine, gagging slightly on his fingers, body lurching as chan continues fucking your mouth with his fingers. he goes to pull them out, but you’re not done with him. you grab onto his wrist and suck harshly on his fingers, batting your eyelashes at him.
“little fucking slut,” chan grunts, “open your mouth.” you do as he says, and he fucks your mouth again, gagging you on his fingers over and over. spit is cascading down his hand and forearm, and he tsks at you. your mouth is still open, thick saliva collecting in the back of your mouth, and chan leans forward one more time to add his own spit to the mix. he turns you back towards changbin.
changbin has been watching the whole scene with his jaw dropped, hand working furiously on his cock, but not enough to make him cum. he wants you to do that.
he holds his cock out for you as you settle back comfortably between his legs. your hand joins his on his cock, and you let the collected spit pour out of your mouth so that it seeps down his cock. your hands catch most of it, and you use it to pump his messy cock. changbin’s pants are soiled at this point, but that’s the last thing on his mind. your hair keeps getting caught in the mess and you’re growing frustrated with having to repeatedly tuck it behind your ears. you’re a little miffed you forgot a hair band before you left your place. of course sweet changbin notices, and he uses both of his hands to keep your hair from your face.
you hear chan lean up from his spot on the couch again, and he collects your hair in his hands and holds it back for both of you.
“‘s it good bin?” chan asks, looking up at his friend.
“holy shit, you’re crazy. it’s so fucking good, so fucking good,” changbin laughs in disbelief. chan uses his hold on your hair to move your head up and down on changbin’s cock. he holds you down on it when he sees fit, moving you how he wants, toying with you and changbin both. it’s all too much, so you can’t help but start to touch yourself.
chan catches on quickly, but changbin’s too busy looking wide-eyed at the ceiling to notice.
“bin, look. isn’t that cute?” chan asks. your whimper is muffled by changbin’s thick cock.
“oh my god, are you touching yourself, baby?” changbin whines, chest heaving. “that’ll make me cum. keep touching your pussy for us and i’ll cum in your mouth.”
as you start to hump your hand, chan tightens his grip on your hair and forces your nose to changbin’s skin. when you cum you grasp onto changbin’s leg with your other hand, and the way your throat constricts pushes changbin over the edge with you.
hyunjin
“hyung it’s so wet, so wet, i can’t,” hyunjin cries. you giggle at that, and hyunjin huffs out a laugh too.
he hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. hyunjin has been grinding his long, pretty cock against your pussy for the better part of fifteen minutes. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon.
hyunjin’s thighs shake where they’re pressed tight against the backs of yours.
chan breathes a curse through the speaker of your phone. you hated that he had to leave to check on something at the company, but you figured hyunjin would be fun to play with by yourself. despite not being present in the room, you still wanted chan involved somehow, but it was hyunjin who suggested calling him up.
“how does hyunjinnie feel, baby?” chan asks, and you give yourself a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.
“channie, he feels so good on me,” you tell him, voice lilting in a sultry way to drive your boyfriend and his friend crazy. “his cock is so fucking big.” you wail when the head of his cock catches on your clit.
you hear chan say something along the lines of my sweetheart loves a big cock, huh? but you’re too busy crying out over the way hyunjin grabs his dick and shakes the head of it against your clit to be certain. your hips spasm, and hyunjin leans more of his weight forward to cage you against the bed.
hyunjin plants his hands on either side of your head and ruts his hips down faster, jolting your body up the bed.
“pussy. so. fucking. warm. so wet, smells so sweet,” hyunjin punctuates his words with fluid thrusts against you.
you cup your hand over the top of his cock so that it presses him harder against your pussy, and that makes you both moan. hyunjin leans down to kiss at your chest. he sucks kisses onto the underside of your breast and pops your nipple into his mouth, making you keen. his deft fingers softly tap at your other nipple, faintly tracing around it with the tip of his finger to feel it pebble up and harden under his touch.
“what’s got my baby making such pretty noises, huh? you have to tell me since i can’t see you. i have to know what to touch my cock to.” you cry out chan’s name, and hyunjin lets out a soft noise as well.
“channie he’s- he’s rubbing his cock on my pussy. it’s so hard, feels so good… an’ he’s playing with my- with my nipples too, baby, ah!” you cry out as hyunjin bites down gently on your nipple.
“hyung, channie hyung, my thighs are soaked. it’s so slippery, ‘s dripping. shit! how do you do this? it’s so good i’m gonna die…” hyunjin’s sentence trails off as he fucks his cock against your pussy faster, movements sharper as he gets closer to his release.
“fuck, i know, hyunjin-ah. sweetest pussy ever, isn’t it?” chan says through the phone. if you listen close enough you think you can hear the slick noises of him jerking his cock.
“hy-hyunjinnie,” you mewl, “c’n you, can you put it in, please? just the tip, please, just the tip! that’s all i need, i just wanna cum. i wanna cum on your cock.” hyunjin cries out and his arms shake.
“hyung, can i please?” he almost sounds close to tears. hyunjin bites his lip and hangs his head, silky black hair brushing against your chest.
“you’ve got my baby begging, hyune, go ahead, it’s alright.” chan answers, voice tinny through the phone’s speaker.
you’re whispering pleasepleasepleaseplease as hyunjin takes hold of his cock and guides it to your hole. he does as promised, fucking the tip in, and you both look at each other with mouths wide open. hyunjin re-positions himself so that his thighs aren’t pressing yours to your chest anymore, now there’s a little more room between the two of you. he takes both of your ankles in one of his big hands and pushes your legs back to your chest, the other hand occupied with holding the base of his cock.
hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward, grinding inside you repeatedly with the tip of his big cock. you’re so wet that you start squelching when he fucks in, and as hyunjin whimpers at the noise you throw your arm over your eyes to hide.
“nonono, look at me, please don’t hide. you’re so beautiful, you feel perfect,” hyunjin tells you. “will you cum? can i make you cum?”
“baby, touch yourself for us, let hyunjinnie see your pretty face when you cum on him,” chan says. he’s breathless. you follow his instructions, looking at hyunjin through your eyelashes and rubbing your clit in small little circles. it catches up to you quickly, your face scrunches up as you hit your high, pussy clenching around the head of hyunjin’s cock.
“oh! oh, keep clenching on me. please, yes, keep cumming!” hyunjin cries, fist jerking the part of his cock that isn’t snug inside you. that’s enough to push him over the edge, he rushes to take his cock out and he cums in streaks all over your stomach. you smile sleepily at him as you pick up some with the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth.
“don’t fucking go anywhere,” chan growls. you had almost forgot he was on the line. “i’m coming home right now.”
jisung
you’re putting on the best show of your life, you think, as you sit in the computer chair in chan’s studio while him and jisung lounge on the couch. chan’s already got a hand down his pants, but jisung is holding onto the spotify pillow tightly, covering his lap with it.
you smirk at your boyfriend and trail your eyes to jisung, making sure to spread your legs wider for him to see. you settle both of your legs over the arms of the chair. you notice jisung’s eyes widen, but he still doesn’t move to touch himself, and that has you pouting.
“come on, hannie, don’t you want to play with me?” you ask, cocking your head as your fingers begin to pinch your own nipples before the real fun begins.
you see jisung gulp, and you’d laugh if it weren’t so cute.
“you wanna watch me touch myself?” you ask him, pulling at a nipple and watching him watch your breast jiggle with the movement.
“baby don’t tease, be nice.” comes chan’s response.
“‘m always nice, see?” you say back. you roll your neck and your fingers inch to your pussy. you form a vee with your fingers and spread yourself open for them. you let them look their fill for a moment and then start to rub your clit when you deem necessary. “i’m so nice, aren’t i hannie?”
“yeah, sooo nice, so nice, yeah,” jisung replies with a cough, eyes fixed on your fingers that are coated with your slick. he finally removes the pillow from his lap and reaches a hand under the band of his sweatpants to touch himself.
“take out your cocks, pleeease.” it’s more of a command if your tone has anything to do with it, but since you’re being nice you tacked on a please at the end for good measure. chan readily complies, always prepared to get his dick out for you, but jisung pulls at the drawstring of his sweats and hesitates.
“please hannie? i’ve seen that one before,” you wave a passive hand at chan. “can i see yours?” you ignore chan’s squawk of hey! you happen to love this one, brat! to bat your eyelashes at jisung.
jisung laughs, which is what you wanted him to do, and finally loosens the drawstring and shimmies his pants down a little bit so you can see him.
“mmm,” you hum. “yes, good. touch it for me.” his cock is almost purple at the head. it looks like you worked him up even more than you thought. good.
sure you were putting on a show, acting out a little bit, but it was easy to start touching yourself genuinely with two of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life sitting in front of you jerking their cocks. to you, to your body. you’re soaking wet. thankfully chan had the forethought to lay his discarded jacket in the chair you’re sitting on before you started your little magic act.
your fingers dip into your entrance, and it makes your hips jolt. ooh! you say.
“you wanna taste, jisungie?” you ask. jisung stares wordlessly at where your fingers are disappearing into yourself. you kick your foot out to get his attention. “i saaaid, you wanna taste?” he wastes no time in nodding.
you pull your fingers from yourself and sit up in the chair, the wetness sticking uncomfortably under you. you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile spreading across your face when jisung nearly goes cross-eyed as you bring your fingers to his lips.
you mouth the words ‘say ahh’ and jisung listens instantly. he opens his mouth for you, and you’re quick to acquaint your fingers with his tongue. he closes his lips and his eyes shut with them, gently sucking on your fingers and swirling his tongue around the digits. you thrust your fingers slowly in and out and let out a breathless moan when jisung bobs his head to meet your fingers.
chan’s still touching himself all the while.
“oh, channie my love, i’m not being fair am i?” you ask. looking chan in the eyes, you lean back in your seat again to repeat the process. you fuck yourself on your fingers until your wetness is seeping down your knuckles and sit up once again to feed them to chan. chan meets your fingers with his tongue already out of his mouth, waiting patiently. when chan is done sucking your essence from your fingers, he presses a sweet kiss against your palm.
“get on your fucking knees, i wanna cum in that mouth,” chan commands. you’re quick to follow his orders, but not before jisung snags the jacket from your chair and places it on the ground so you can rest your knees on it. chan stands up from his spot on the couch and begins jerking his cock over your face.
jisung’s still touching himself watching the scene of you and chan before him, but you want him closer. you tug on the fabric of his pants as encouragement for him to stand up too. he gets the hint and stands up beside chan, stripping his cock over you as well.
“fuck, i can’t, can i see your tongue?” jisung asks, voice pitching on a whine. you loll your tongue out of your mouth in answer, mouth open and waiting. “wanna cum on it, can i? can i please?”
you raise yourself on your knees so that you can lick the head of his cock, then lick chan’s, then jisung’s again.
“please cum in my mouth?” you mewl to the both of them. “i’ll be good and swallow it all.”
felix
when he got to the chicken breast and protein powder dorm he assumed everyone was out. he left a pair of headphones in chan’s room the last time he was over and wanted them back. he was quickly proven incorrect when he opened the door of chan’s room to see you kneeling by the bed in just your underwear and chan sitting on the edge of it. the lights are off, but chan has his desk lamp on and the led lights on his wall are shining pink and purple.
you rush to pull your mouth off of your boyfriend, and chan leans forward to block the view of your chest as best as he can.
“well d’you want to...stay?” chan offers after a tense moment of silence. felix stands in the doorway of his hyung’s room, mouth slack, as he watches the scene in front of him. he shakes his head, almost as if that will help him clear it.
“is that- i mean- are you.....sure?” felix starts, sentence breaking off toward the end. you quickly nod your head, leaning back from chan and exposing your chest. minx. he’s been growing hard in his pants since he opened the damn door, but now his cock has really taken an interest.
“yeah mate, we kind of… talk about it? but only if you want to, yeah?” chan responds. felix nods shakily, taking a step into the room and closing the door. “yeah... okay, yes. fuck, please?”
chan smiles and scoots back to the head of the bed, guiding your hand with him until you’re between his legs, back pressed to his chest. you’re shyly keeping your legs closed, but chan tuts at you. a soft let him see you leaving his pretty lips. next thing you know, chan’s strong hands are prying your thighs open slowly and giving felix a clear view of your soaked panties. you hide your face in his neck as his hand crawls back up your thigh to cup where you’re leaking. “come ‘ere, lix,” chan murmurs.
felix takes a step closer to the bed, eyes glued to chan’s fingers running over the fabric of your panties. he hears a sweet sound leave your lips and chan coos. “why don’t you ask him, honey.”
“mm, felix,” you cry as chan’s fingers find their way under the waistband. “can you- can you take my panties off, please?”
“oh fuck,” he groans. he climbs onto the bed and situates himself between yours and chan’s spread legs. he looks between you and chan again for confirmation, chan nodding his head and your quiet pleas spur him on.
felix reaches forward and gently guides your panties down your thighs. he whimpers softly when he finally sees you bare and his head lolls back when the smell of your arousal reaches his nose.
“you have to tell me- i don’t know what you like. please show me.” felix tells you as he lowers himself to his stomach. chan pulls you further against him, drawing your legs back to your chest.
at the first press of felix’s tongue against you, you keen. your back arches against your boyfriend’s chest when felix’s tongue flicks softly on your clit.
he dips his tongue into your hole and looks up just in time to see chan pull you into a dirty kiss. he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in the middle of that kiss, reasoning that he’ll hold onto that thought and figure out what it means later.
felix laves his tongue against you, quickly seeking out your swollen clit again and wrapping his lips around it, pressing quick sucking kisses against it.
“lix! just like that, please!” you cry at the same time chan coos out “ohh, my baby likes that.” he sucks at you harder, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his pace in order to make you cum. he moans as he feels a hand grip his hair and press him closer to you. he’s expecting it to be yours, but he looks up to find both of your hands occupied with your own chest.
felix pulls away slightly as chan’s other hand travels down to your pussy. he doesn’t think twice before he brings the older man’s fingers to his mouth and wraps his tongue around them. chan hums and pulls his fingers free. he brings them to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. felix takes that as his cue to wiggle his tongue back into your hole, pressing in and out and licking over what chan’s fingers aren’t covering. your hips jolt everytime chan’s fingers and felix’s tongue play with your clit at the same time.
“oh fuck, oh fuck!” you cry as your thighs begin to tremble. “‘m gonna cum. please let me cum, please?”
seungmin
“do i even want to know why you have a leash here?”
“it’s a little late for that, seungminnie, isn’t it? considering you’re wearing it? and why do you have a collar?” chan harmlessly snarks back, and seungmin laughs.
you’d laugh too if you weren’t too busy getting pounded by seungmin’s long cock.
you’re on your back; seungmin’s holding your legs up by the pits of your knees. you’ve got the end of the leash wrapped in your fist and every so often you tug on it to hear seungmin whimper. he does look awfully pretty in that collar.
you tug on the leash again, pulling seungmin down so that you can kiss his lips. his hips pick up speed again when you wrap the leash one more loop around your hand.
“you’re just a puppy, huh?” you murmur against his cheek. seungmin’s rhythm falters a little bit as his eyebrows furrow at your comment. you see him take a peek at chan out of the corner of his eyes. “it’s alright seungminnie, don’t be embarrassed. he’s just a dog too.”
chan doesn’t say a word, but his leg starts bouncing up and down.
“see look, just like a dog thumping its leg,” you whisper into seungmin’s ear. it’s quiet enough in seungmin’s room so you know chan can hear what you said. the only sound other than the slapping of your hips together is that of seungmin’s oscillating fan.
seungmin breathes a whine into your collarbone, and you use that as an excuse to pull his hair hard enough to lift his head so that you can look him in the eyes.
“you’re a good boy seungminnie, did you know that?” seungmin nods his head yes but quickly stops and shakes it no instead. seungmin’s stopped fucking you now, you reckon he’s overwhelmed, so you run your fingers through his hair. “well it’s true, and i don’t lie. you’re such a good little puppy for me, seungmin, and do you know what good boys get?”
“w-what do good boys get?” seungmin asks, hips wiggling.
“good boys get to hump, isn’t that right channie? ‘cause that’s what dogs do.”
seungmin and chan sound so sweet when they moan together, voices almost harmonizing. your new favorite melody. you spur seungmin into moving when you pat his flank, and he does exactly what you told him to. his hips buck almost wildly against yours. you turn your head to look at your boyfriend and smirk at the way he’s minutely grinding his hips up into nothing. seungmin shifts his weight onto one hand and goes to touch your clit with his nimble fingers, but you stop him before he can.
“no, no, it’s okay honey, puppies can’t do that with their paws. you let me worry about that.” and you do, using the hand not holding the leash to reach down and rub your clit while seungmin watches.
“i like- i like that,” seungmin gasps. it’s cute the way his stomach contracts when he thrusts into you.
“you like what, seungminnie?”
“the way you, ah, the way you talk to me. every time i cum from- from now on i’ll think of this,” seungmin confesses as he kisses down your shoulder to your arm.
it’s a headrush. knowing that you have seungmin in the palm of your hand so easily like this. not only seungmin, but chan too. you can tell by how wide his eyes are; he’s hanging on to every word.
“seungminnie, that’s sweet. how about next time i let you and channie both be my doggies? you can hump one leg and my channie can hump the other, and i’ll just sit here and watch. how about that? will you touch your cock to that too?”
“yes, yes, i will, promise,” seungmin cries. his hips buck against you so hard that his cock slips out, but he can’t stop moving in order to press back inside of you. seungmin’s just as happy fucking his cock against the mound of your cunt, grunting every time the slit of his cock rubs against your soft skin.
“what about you, channie? will you touch yourself too?” you ask, turning to look at your boyfriend. he’s red in the face, sweating, curly hair sticking to his forehead.
“you know i will, you know i will, baby.”
seungmin cums with a sweet whine from low in his throat.
“good. now come clean up this mess seungminnie made.”
jeongin
“ooh!” you exclaim. you clutch at jeongin’s biceps from where he’s holding himself up above you. “‘s big, innie.”
jeongin lets out a shuddery breath and blinks a bead of sweat from his eyelashes. it falls on your forehead.
“is that- is that okay?” he asks nervously. you can feel him stiffen above you, so you start to massage your hands up and down his arms. before you can answer him yourself, chan answers for you.
“it’s good, ayen-ah, don’t worry. my baby likes big.”
“oh, hyung that’s- please shut up.” you giggle at jeongin’s response and he smiles down at you, albeit a little shaky.
“you can do whatever you want to me, innie. it’s your first time, just enjoy it.” he nods at your words, finally beginning to move his hips against you.
“ahh, shit, you’re so-” jeongin doesn’t finish that sentence. “is it good for you? does it feel like this for you too?” you’re really wet, so he knows he’s doing alright on that front, but he wants to know how to make it even better. he brings a hand down to your pussy to feel.
“there, rub there,” chan guides from his seat close to the bed. “you like it wet? that’ll make it wetter.” you throw your head back as jeongin complies with chan’s suggestion, two of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit.
“that’s good, innie, feels so good,” you cry.
jeongin presses a kiss to your sweaty neck in thanks. he stays there, mouthing repeatedly at your skin. his lips are a little timid but a lot sweet, and you encourage him by running your fingers through his hair.
“can you, ah, will it be okay if i turn you over?” jeongin asks.
you nod to him and press a kiss to his lips, patting his side as a signal for him to get off so you can change positions. you both hiss when his cock slides out of you.
you make a show out of turning over for both jeongin and your boyfriend. jeongin’s hand squeezes the swell of your ass, and you hear him gasp when he takes notice of the slight gape from where he was inside you a few seconds prior.
“oh that’s- oh wow,” jeongin breathes. “hyung, come see.”
you preen when chan leaves his spot to stand beside the bed. his gaze joins jeongin’s on your center, and you wiggle your hips in impatience. chan cracks a hand down swiftly on your ass cheek and you whine. he knows what’s on the tip of your tongue, so he hooks two fingers into your opening and fucks you with them slowly. “just wanna be filled, huh?”
“yeah, yeah. i want jeonginnie’s cock again,” comes your answer. chan laughs and smacks your ass once more before retreating back to his prior spot. jeongin heaves a deep breath and shakes his head, muttering an okay, okay under his breath. he presses you further into the bed so you’re almost lying entirely flat on your front until he quickly grabs a pillow from the head of his bed and stuffs it under your hips.
“good, ayen-ah, where’d you learn that?” chan teases, nodding his head. jeongin rolls his eyes at that. you can’t see him, but you know him well enough to know that’s what he does. he doesn’t answer as he focuses on sheathing his cock inside you again and making sure his arms don’t give out from under him.
jeongin cages you against the bed, his torso to your back and thighs on either side of yours.
“ah it’s- it’s warm, where he hit you.” you can still feel the phantom sting of chan’s palm against your ass, and you notice it more when jeongin places his hand gently on top of where chan’s handprint is no doubt seared into your skin. that must get to jeongin because he thrusts into you harder than he has before.
“s-sorry! sorry, i’m sorry, i can’t,” jeongin babbles, and you coo at him. your hand searches for his elegant fingers. when you find them you bring his hand back up beside your head, holding it and kissing his knuckles.
“it’s okay, honey, i like that. d’you wanna cum in me? fuck me until you cum, innie, would you like that?” you ask him, trying your best to fuck back on him with his weight holding you down. he’ll cum in the condom he’s wearing, but the barrier doesn’t matter right now.
“please, i- won’t last, i can’t. you’re- too pretty, so pretty, i can’t,” jeongin’s fucking you faster now. he’s so desperate to cum that it makes your pussy clench, and he shouts. your own fingers find your clit in the hopes that you can cum with him, a perfect end to his one-of-a-kind first time.
“look at that, keep going iyennie, gonna make my baby cum too,” chan hums. jeongin’s balls deep in you, and you’re facing your boyfriend, falling apart for him and one of his closest friends. chan has his cock out, and you’re surely drooling now. you’ll have to remind jeongin to wash his sheets afterwards.
your hand is trapped under you from yours and jeongin’s combined weight, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically rubbing your clit. that’s enough for jeongin; he chokes on a moan and he stops breathing as he cums inside you. inside the condom, but inside you nonetheless.
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snippets of chan sharing you with each of his boys for the first time
pairings: skz x afab!reader
warnings: smut!!!!🔞 multiple partners, threesomes, unprotected sex, protected sex, daddy kink, exhibitionism, smidges of mxm but nothing too serious, oral (f & m receiving), wet and messy, finger sucking, gagging, little bit of spit play, cum swallowing, light degradation, phone sex, slight voyeurism, pussy jobs, mutual masturbation, pet play, hair pulling, loss of virginity, spanking, whole lotta tags for a whole lotta boys!
notes: well.... i did it! inspired by chan's section in this post of mine since literally one singular person asked for it. this is just straight up NASTY.. you're welcome?? or sorry?? idk but anyways im abt to post this and then dip so i can sleep. pls enjoy!!! <3
chan
“baby, tell me,” he whispers into your cheek. you’re on your back and he’s on his side facing you, a strong thigh thrown over yours that’s closest to him. he’s had his hand in your panties for the past thirty minutes, and it’s got your brain leaking out of your ears. “here, let’s take these off, yeah?”
he sits up, his hand finally leaves your panties so that he can drag them down your hips and have you kick them off with your foot. chan settles back down beside you, propping his head up on his palm and bringing his other hand back to your cunt to play.
you’re so worked up you could cry. you could scream, but it’s your own doing. you know all you have to do is tell your boyfriend what’s on your mind. he tells you just that.
chan leans down to kiss your neck before murmuring against your skin.
“all you have to do is tell me, love. i want to give it to you, hm?” you slowly nod your head and wrap your hand around his forearm. when you turn to look at him, he meets you halfway for a kiss. it’s sweet, nothing more than a press of your lips together, but yours are quick to drop open in a yelp when chan pinches your clit between his fingers. chan takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth and does his best to swallow the noises you can’t seem to stop making.
he can tell you’re about to cum when you start to hump his hand, thighs shaking. chan smiles against your lips and gets you there, but right before you can tumble over the edge he removes his hand and trails it up your stomach to circle your belly button gently. the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic, desperate, and you can’t help but bring your own fingers to your pussy to pick up where he left off. chan is quick to grab your hand and pin it to your side, dropping a swift smack to your cunt in retaliation that makes you cry out.
“this is mine.” his fingers wrap themselves around your neck. “that pussy is mine, and i’ll play with it how i see fit.” you’re nodding your head along with his words because of course, you know it’s his.
“that’s right sweetheart. you want me to make you cum?” another nod from you. “why don’t you tell me what’s got that pretty head all dizzy then, yeah? daddy wants to give it to you, baby. i want you to have it.”
you do tear up this time, and chan smiles at you, dimples showing. “my crybaby. how can channie help? what if i touch your little clit again, would that make it better?” he asks.
“y-yes, channie, daddy,” you whine. his hand once again travels down to your pussy, and your hips arch into him to welcome them back home. so fuckin’ precious, he says.
chan kept his end of the bargain, so you know it’s time to keep yours, despite how nervous you are about admitting it out loud. you doubt your sweet boyfriend would think any different of you for this, but still.
“want, ah, want you an’ your friends to fuck me, channie,” you whisper. “‘m so good for you, i am, jus’ want everyone to know.”
chan thinks he’s about to pass out. no way did you just say what he thinks you said, what he hopes you said. he’s fantasized about that for months, sharing you with the rest of stray kids, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to ever admit it out loud to you. then again, he thought, you had always been the brave one out of the two of you.
“oh honey,” chan coos, “you’re right, you’re so good for me. you’re so wonderful, you want ‘em to see how sweet this pussy is? how good you treat me?”
he doesn’t let you answer before he’s pulling you into his chest and making you cum so hard you’re out cold the second your head hits the pillow.
this is how it starts.
minho
chan had texted you earlier, a short and simple me and minho need your help haha. you weren’t sure if it would lead to what you were hoping it would lead to, but god were you crossing your fingers. the second chan let you into the dance practice room, he locked the door behind you. you stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him, searching for some sort of hint to clue you into what was going on. your boyfriend cocks his head towards minho, who’s sitting on the leather couch and fiddling with his phone with a scowl on his face.
you let out a quiet ahh and shoot chan a thumbs up. he responds with that squeaky laugh you love so much and gently pulls you in by the back of your head, wrapping his arm around it and guiding your face to his neck so you can hug him.
“the second you say stop, we stop, ‘kay?” chan asks into your ear.
“yes!” you say, excited, now bouncing on the balls of your feet and nearly headbutting him in the chin. you kiss him once and pull away, smiling. out of the corner of your eye you see minho lock his phone and place it face down on the couch, focusing his attention on you and chan.
the next thing you know, you’re half naked on the couch. minho has your ass pulled to the edge so that he can have easier access to your drooly cunt on display for him, your panties dangling from one foot. he’s kneeling in between your spread legs. chan’s sitting on the cushion beside you, content for now to let minho explore your body for the first time. he’s holding your hand and rubbing slow circles on it with his thumb.
your head is thrown back against the backrest of the couch as minho is nipping at your thighs, startling moans out of you when he decides he wants to bite down harder.
“show him your tits, baby,” chan tells you, squeezing your hand once. you comply immediately, using your unoccupied hand to pull the hem of your t-shirt up above your tits, and you wiggle when you look down to see minho’s dark eyes roaming your chest.
“mm,” minho hums, “pretty. pretty body. can i kiss you here?” he asks, eyes flicking down to your cunt. you nod your head but are quick to glance over at your boyfriend. chan doesn’t say anything, but he does grab you under your knee and pull it up towards him so that minho has an even better view of you. minho hisses under his breath when it opens you up more for him, pussy lips parting and cute little clit peeking out to greet him.
you all three let out a noise when minho gets his mouth on you, and you’re quick to bring the hem of your shirt to your mouth to bite down on it.
you’ve always known lee minho was gorgeous, but the way he closes his eyes when he tastes you has you reeling. his long eyelashes flutter against his cheek before he opens his eyes again. you think it’s cute how red his ears are, and you bring a hand down to rub at one of them and he sighs into you.
you’re honestly surprised your boyfriend has been sitting still for this long. he hasn’t moved to touch himself once, despite how hard you can see his dick is straining through his athletic shorts. he looks antsy though, and you don’t want that.
“baby, channie, what is it?” you ask, fighting hard to make your words steady while minho continues to fuck you with his tongue.
“fuck,” chan grunts. “fuck, i want a fucking taste.” before you know it, chan’s on his knees beside minho, once again pushing your knee to your chest, and minho copies his movement with your other leg. minho shuffles over on his knees to give chan more room, and your breath stutters in your throat when their tongues touch you at the same time.
you couldn’t look away if you tried, your eyes are locked on the way minho and chan’s tongues lave over your cunt at the same time. one of chan’s hands comes up to cup your breast, and you rest your hand over his, squeezing it.
the noises are filthy, even more so with the acoustics of the practice room. you can’t tune anything out. not the way your pussy is soaking their faces, the hungry noises both boys are making, or the way you’re almost squealing. your noises raise in pitch once you see how their tongues are batting against each other and rubbing over your clit, and you’re cumming before you get the chance to warn them. your back arches almost painfully, hips bucking so wildly that chan and minho both have to hold you down.
you reckon you damn near pass out because when you come to, you’re nestled against chan’s chest and minho’s head is resting on your shoulder; he’s playing with your fingers.
“morning, sunshine!” chan jokes, and he laughs when you groan. you open your bleary eyes and take in your surroundings, relaxing further against chan and minho.
“minho?” you ask, and he hums to show you he’s listening. “why are you wearing different pants?”
“because i came in my other ones, why else?”
changbin
“holy fuck, that’s good,” changbin grunts, reclining himself further into the computer chair in chan’s studio. his legs scramble to give you more room where you’re settled sweetly between them.
chan sits on the couch, relaxing into the corner while he palms himself over his shorts.
you pull off of changbin’s cock and stroke him in your fist. you spread your legs so that you can settle closer to the ground and smile against the underside of changbin’s cock, figuring it turns him on to loom over you like that. changbin growls, and you’re still smiling when you travel lower to suck on his balls, humming in your throat.
changbin’s head smacks against the headrest of the chair when you suck his cock into your mouth again.
“can i- ah, please, your mouth feels so good,” changbin whines. he wants to fuck your face, you can tell by the way his hips stutter, but he stops himself because you haven’t told him he could. mhm, you hum, and changbin’s quick to lift his hips to see how much you can take.
if you can deepthroat bang christopher chan, you figure changbin will be no problem.
“gag on it,” changbin murmurs, hands gripping the arms of the chair. you do, pushing yourself all the way down on his cock and holding yourself there. changbin lets out a cry when you look up at him through your teary eyes, and his hand cups your cheek so that he can wipe a tear away with his thumb when it falls. you move your head slightly, ignoring the discomfort on your nose when it rubs against his trimmed pubic hair.
you finally hear chan make a noise when changbin starts to fuck your face in earnest. the wet sounds your throat is making carries throughout the small studio, your face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. you’re thankful changbin’s chair is pushed back against the desk because otherwise it would be rolling across the floor from how hard he’s fucking into your mouth.
“fuuuck, like that. just like that. fuck, can you spit on it?” you pull off of changbin’s cock, a thick string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick when you pull away for a breath.
“mm, yeah,” you say, moving your tongue around in your mouth. chan sits up from his spot on the couch and scoots closer to you.
“here,” he says, leaning up and turning your head towards him. chan shoves two of his thick fingers in your mouth, fucking them in and out. you whine, gagging slightly on his fingers, body lurching as chan continues fucking your mouth with his fingers. he goes to pull them out, but you’re not done with him. you grab onto his wrist and suck harshly on his fingers, batting your eyelashes at him.
“little fucking slut,” chan grunts, “open your mouth.” you do as he says, and he fucks your mouth again, gagging you on his fingers over and over. spit is cascading down his hand and forearm, and he tsks at you. your mouth is still open, thick saliva collecting in the back of your mouth, and chan leans forward one more time to add his own spit to the mix. he turns you back towards changbin.
changbin has been watching the whole scene with his jaw dropped, hand working furiously on his cock, but not enough to make him cum. he wants you to do that.
he holds his cock out for you as you settle back comfortably between his legs. your hand joins his on his cock, and you let the collected spit pour out of your mouth so that it seeps down his cock. your hands catch most of it, and you use it to pump his messy cock. changbin’s pants are soiled at this point, but that’s the last thing on his mind. your hair keeps getting caught in the mess and you’re growing frustrated with having to repeatedly tuck it behind your ears. you’re a little miffed you forgot a hair band before you left your place. of course sweet changbin notices, and he uses both of his hands to keep your hair from your face.
you hear chan lean up from his spot on the couch again, and he collects your hair in his hands and holds it back for both of you.
“‘s it good bin?” chan asks, looking up at his friend.
“holy shit, you’re crazy. it’s so fucking good, so fucking good,” changbin laughs in disbelief. chan uses his hold on your hair to move your head up and down on changbin’s cock. he holds you down on it when he sees fit, moving you how he wants, toying with you and changbin both. it’s all too much, so you can’t help but start to touch yourself.
chan catches on quickly, but changbin’s too busy looking wide-eyed at the ceiling to notice.
“bin, look. isn’t that cute?” chan asks. your whimper is muffled by changbin’s thick cock.
“oh my god, are you touching yourself, baby?” changbin whines, chest heaving. “that’ll make me cum. keep touching your pussy for us and i’ll cum in your mouth.”
as you start to hump your hand, chan tightens his grip on your hair and forces your nose to changbin’s skin. when you cum you grasp onto changbin’s leg with your other hand, and the way your throat constricts pushes changbin over the edge with you.
hyunjin
“hyung it’s so wet, so wet, i can’t,” hyunjin cries. you giggle at that, and hyunjin huffs out a laugh too.
he hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. hyunjin has been grinding his long, pretty cock against your pussy for the better part of fifteen minutes. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon.
hyunjin’s thighs shake where they’re pressed tight against the backs of yours.
chan breathes a curse through the speaker of your phone. you hated that he had to leave to check on something at the company, but you figured hyunjin would be fun to play with by yourself. despite not being present in the room, you still wanted chan involved somehow, but it was hyunjin who suggested calling him up.
“how does hyunjinnie feel, baby?” chan asks, and you give yourself a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.
“channie, he feels so good on me,” you tell him, voice lilting in a sultry way to drive your boyfriend and his friend crazy. “his cock is so fucking big.” you wail when the head of his cock catches on your clit.
you hear chan say something along the lines of my sweetheart loves a big cock, huh? but you’re too busy crying out over the way hyunjin grabs his dick and shakes the head of it against your clit to be certain. your hips spasm, and hyunjin leans more of his weight forward to cage you against the bed.
hyunjin plants his hands on either side of your head and ruts his hips down faster, jolting your body up the bed.
“pussy. so. fucking. warm. so wet, smells so sweet,” hyunjin punctuates his words with fluid thrusts against you.
you cup your hand over the top of his cock so that it presses him harder against your pussy, and that makes you both moan. hyunjin leans down to kiss at your chest. he sucks kisses onto the underside of your breast and pops your nipple into his mouth, making you keen. his deft fingers softly tap at your other nipple, faintly tracing around it with the tip of his finger to feel it pebble up and harden under his touch.
“what’s got my baby making such pretty noises, huh? you have to tell me since i can’t see you. i have to know what to touch my cock to.” you cry out chan’s name, and hyunjin lets out a soft noise as well.
“channie he’s- he’s rubbing his cock on my pussy. it’s so hard, feels so good… an’ he’s playing with my- with my nipples too, baby, ah!” you cry out as hyunjin bites down gently on your nipple.
“hyung, channie hyung, my thighs are soaked. it’s so slippery, ‘s dripping. shit! how do you do this? it’s so good i’m gonna die…” hyunjin’s sentence trails off as he fucks his cock against your pussy faster, movements sharper as he gets closer to his release.
“fuck, i know, hyunjin-ah. sweetest pussy ever, isn’t it?” chan says through the phone. if you listen close enough you think you can hear the slick noises of him jerking his cock.
“hy-hyunjinnie,” you mewl, “c’n you, can you put it in, please? just the tip, please, just the tip! that’s all i need, i just wanna cum. i wanna cum on your cock.” hyunjin cries out and his arms shake.
“hyung, can i please?” he almost sounds close to tears. hyunjin bites his lip and hangs his head, silky black hair brushing against your chest.
“you’ve got my baby begging, hyune, go ahead, it’s alright.” chan answers, voice tinny through the phone’s speaker.
you’re whispering pleasepleasepleaseplease as hyunjin takes hold of his cock and guides it to your hole. he does as promised, fucking the tip in, and you both look at each other with mouths wide open. hyunjin re-positions himself so that his thighs aren’t pressing yours to your chest anymore, now there’s a little more room between the two of you. he takes both of your ankles in one of his big hands and pushes your legs back to your chest, the other hand occupied with holding the base of his cock.
hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward, grinding inside you repeatedly with the tip of his big cock. you’re so wet that you start squelching when he fucks in, and as hyunjin whimpers at the noise you throw your arm over your eyes to hide.
“nonono, look at me, please don’t hide. you’re so beautiful, you feel perfect,” hyunjin tells you. “will you cum? can i make you cum?”
“baby, touch yourself for us, let hyunjinnie see your pretty face when you cum on him,” chan says. he’s breathless. you follow his instructions, looking at hyunjin through your eyelashes and rubbing your clit in small little circles. it catches up to you quickly, your face scrunches up as you hit your high, pussy clenching around the head of hyunjin’s cock.
“oh! oh, keep clenching on me. please, yes, keep cumming!” hyunjin cries, fist jerking the part of his cock that isn’t snug inside you. that’s enough to push him over the edge, he rushes to take his cock out and he cums in streaks all over your stomach. you smile sleepily at him as you pick up some with the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth.
“don’t fucking go anywhere,” chan growls. you had almost forgot he was on the line. “i’m coming home right now.”
jisung
you’re putting on the best show of your life, you think, as you sit in the computer chair in chan’s studio while him and jisung lounge on the couch. chan’s already got a hand down his pants, but jisung is holding onto the spotify pillow tightly, covering his lap with it.
you smirk at your boyfriend and trail your eyes to jisung, making sure to spread your legs wider for him to see. you settle both of your legs over the arms of the chair. you notice jisung’s eyes widen, but he still doesn’t move to touch himself, and that has you pouting.
“come on, hannie, don’t you want to play with me?” you ask, cocking your head as your fingers begin to pinch your own nipples before the real fun begins.
you see jisung gulp, and you’d laugh if it weren’t so cute.
“you wanna watch me touch myself?” you ask him, pulling at a nipple and watching him watch your breast jiggle with the movement.
“baby don’t tease, be nice.” comes chan’s response.
“‘m always nice, see?” you say back. you roll your neck and your fingers inch to your pussy. you form a vee with your fingers and spread yourself open for them. you let them look their fill for a moment and then start to rub your clit when you deem necessary. “i’m so nice, aren’t i hannie?”
“yeah, sooo nice, so nice, yeah,” jisung replies with a cough, eyes fixed on your fingers that are coated with your slick. he finally removes the pillow from his lap and reaches a hand under the band of his sweatpants to touch himself.
“take out your cocks, pleeease.” it’s more of a command if your tone has anything to do with it, but since you’re being nice you tacked on a please at the end for good measure. chan readily complies, always prepared to get his dick out for you, but jisung pulls at the drawstring of his sweats and hesitates.
“please hannie? i’ve seen that one before,” you wave a passive hand at chan. “can i see yours?” you ignore chan’s squawk of hey! you happen to love this one, brat! to bat your eyelashes at jisung.
jisung laughs, which is what you wanted him to do, and finally loosens the drawstring and shimmies his pants down a little bit so you can see him.
“mmm,” you hum. “yes, good. touch it for me.” his cock is almost purple at the head. it looks like you worked him up even more than you thought. good.
sure you were putting on a show, acting out a little bit, but it was easy to start touching yourself genuinely with two of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life sitting in front of you jerking their cocks. to you, to your body. you’re soaking wet. thankfully chan had the forethought to lay his discarded jacket in the chair you’re sitting on before you started your little magic act.
your fingers dip into your entrance, and it makes your hips jolt. ooh! you say.
“you wanna taste, jisungie?” you ask. jisung stares wordlessly at where your fingers are disappearing into yourself. you kick your foot out to get his attention. “i saaaid, you wanna taste?” he wastes no time in nodding.
you pull your fingers from yourself and sit up in the chair, the wetness sticking uncomfortably under you. you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile spreading across your face when jisung nearly goes cross-eyed as you bring your fingers to his lips.
you mouth the words ‘say ahh’ and jisung listens instantly. he opens his mouth for you, and you’re quick to acquaint your fingers with his tongue. he closes his lips and his eyes shut with them, gently sucking on your fingers and swirling his tongue around the digits. you thrust your fingers slowly in and out and let out a breathless moan when jisung bobs his head to meet your fingers.
chan’s still touching himself all the while.
“oh, channie my love, i’m not being fair am i?” you ask. looking chan in the eyes, you lean back in your seat again to repeat the process. you fuck yourself on your fingers until your wetness is seeping down your knuckles and sit up once again to feed them to chan. chan meets your fingers with his tongue already out of his mouth, waiting patiently. when chan is done sucking your essence from your fingers, he presses a sweet kiss against your palm.
“get on your fucking knees, i wanna cum in that mouth,” chan commands. you’re quick to follow his orders, but not before jisung snags the jacket from your chair and places it on the ground so you can rest your knees on it. chan stands up from his spot on the couch and begins jerking his cock over your face.
jisung’s still touching himself watching the scene of you and chan before him, but you want him closer. you tug on the fabric of his pants as encouragement for him to stand up too. he gets the hint and stands up beside chan, stripping his cock over you as well.
“fuck, i can’t, can i see your tongue?” jisung asks, voice pitching on a whine. you loll your tongue out of your mouth in answer, mouth open and waiting. “wanna cum on it, can i? can i please?”
you raise yourself on your knees so that you can lick the head of his cock, then lick chan’s, then jisung’s again.
“please cum in my mouth?” you mewl to the both of them. “i’ll be good and swallow it all.”
felix
when he got to the chicken breast and protein powder dorm he assumed everyone was out. he left a pair of headphones in chan’s room the last time he was over and wanted them back. he was quickly proven incorrect when he opened the door of chan’s room to see you kneeling by the bed in just your underwear and chan sitting on the edge of it. the lights are off, but chan has his desk lamp on and the led lights on his wall are shining pink and purple.
you rush to pull your mouth off of your boyfriend, and chan leans forward to block the view of your chest as best as he can.
“well d’you want to...stay?” chan offers after a tense moment of silence. felix stands in the doorway of his hyung’s room, mouth slack, as he watches the scene in front of him. he shakes his head, almost as if that will help him clear it.
“is that- i mean- are you.....sure?” felix starts, sentence breaking off toward the end. you quickly nod your head, leaning back from chan and exposing your chest. minx. he’s been growing hard in his pants since he opened the damn door, but now his cock has really taken an interest.
“yeah mate, we kind of… talk about it? but only if you want to, yeah?” chan responds. felix nods shakily, taking a step into the room and closing the door. “yeah... okay, yes. fuck, please?”
chan smiles and scoots back to the head of the bed, guiding your hand with him until you’re between his legs, back pressed to his chest. you’re shyly keeping your legs closed, but chan tuts at you. a soft let him see you leaving his pretty lips. next thing you know, chan’s strong hands are prying your thighs open slowly and giving felix a clear view of your soaked panties. you hide your face in his neck as his hand crawls back up your thigh to cup where you’re leaking. “come ‘ere, lix,” chan murmurs.
felix takes a step closer to the bed, eyes glued to chan’s fingers running over the fabric of your panties. he hears a sweet sound leave your lips and chan coos. “why don’t you ask him, honey.”
“mm, felix,” you cry as chan’s fingers find their way under the waistband. “can you- can you take my panties off, please?”
“oh fuck,” he groans. he climbs onto the bed and situates himself between yours and chan’s spread legs. he looks between you and chan again for confirmation, chan nodding his head and your quiet pleas spur him on.
felix reaches forward and gently guides your panties down your thighs. he whimpers softly when he finally sees you bare and his head lolls back when the smell of your arousal reaches his nose.
“you have to tell me- i don’t know what you like. please show me.” felix tells you as he lowers himself to his stomach. chan pulls you further against him, drawing your legs back to your chest.
at the first press of felix’s tongue against you, you keen. your back arches against your boyfriend’s chest when felix’s tongue flicks softly on your clit.
he dips his tongue into your hole and looks up just in time to see chan pull you into a dirty kiss. he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in the middle of that kiss, reasoning that he’ll hold onto that thought and figure out what it means later.
felix laves his tongue against you, quickly seeking out your swollen clit again and wrapping his lips around it, pressing quick sucking kisses against it.
“lix! just like that, please!” you cry at the same time chan coos out “ohh, my baby likes that.” he sucks at you harder, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his pace in order to make you cum. he moans as he feels a hand grip his hair and press him closer to you. he’s expecting it to be yours, but he looks up to find both of your hands occupied with your own chest.
felix pulls away slightly as chan’s other hand travels down to your pussy. he doesn’t think twice before he brings the older man’s fingers to his mouth and wraps his tongue around them. chan hums and pulls his fingers free. he brings them to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. felix takes that as his cue to wiggle his tongue back into your hole, pressing in and out and licking over what chan’s fingers aren’t covering. your hips jolt everytime chan’s fingers and felix’s tongue play with your clit at the same time.
“oh fuck, oh fuck!” you cry as your thighs begin to tremble. “‘m gonna cum. please let me cum, please?”
seungmin
“do i even want to know why you have a leash here?”
“it’s a little late for that, seungminnie, isn’t it? considering you’re wearing it? and why do you have a collar?” chan harmlessly snarks back, and seungmin laughs.
you’d laugh too if you weren’t too busy getting pounded by seungmin’s long cock.
you’re on your back; seungmin’s holding your legs up by the pits of your knees. you’ve got the end of the leash wrapped in your fist and every so often you tug on it to hear seungmin whimper. he does look awfully pretty in that collar.
you tug on the leash again, pulling seungmin down so that you can kiss his lips. his hips pick up speed again when you wrap the leash one more loop around your hand.
“you’re just a puppy, huh?” you murmur against his cheek. seungmin’s rhythm falters a little bit as his eyebrows furrow at your comment. you see him take a peek at chan out of the corner of his eyes. “it’s alright seungminnie, don’t be embarrassed. he’s just a dog too.”
chan doesn’t say a word, but his leg starts bouncing up and down.
“see look, just like a dog thumping its leg,” you whisper into seungmin’s ear. it’s quiet enough in seungmin’s room so you know chan can hear what you said. the only sound other than the slapping of your hips together is that of seungmin’s oscillating fan.
seungmin breathes a whine into your collarbone, and you use that as an excuse to pull his hair hard enough to lift his head so that you can look him in the eyes.
“you’re a good boy seungminnie, did you know that?” seungmin nods his head yes but quickly stops and shakes it no instead. seungmin’s stopped fucking you now, you reckon he’s overwhelmed, so you run your fingers through his hair. “well it’s true, and i don’t lie. you’re such a good little puppy for me, seungmin, and do you know what good boys get?”
“w-what do good boys get?” seungmin asks, hips wiggling.
“good boys get to hump, isn’t that right channie? ‘cause that’s what dogs do.”
seungmin and chan sound so sweet when they moan together, voices almost harmonizing. your new favorite melody. you spur seungmin into moving when you pat his flank, and he does exactly what you told him to. his hips buck almost wildly against yours. you turn your head to look at your boyfriend and smirk at the way he’s minutely grinding his hips up into nothing. seungmin shifts his weight onto one hand and goes to touch your clit with his nimble fingers, but you stop him before he can.
“no, no, it’s okay honey, puppies can’t do that with their paws. you let me worry about that.” and you do, using the hand not holding the leash to reach down and rub your clit while seungmin watches.
“i like- i like that,” seungmin gasps. it’s cute the way his stomach contracts when he thrusts into you.
“you like what, seungminnie?”
“the way you, ah, the way you talk to me. every time i cum from- from now on i’ll think of this,” seungmin confesses as he kisses down your shoulder to your arm.
it’s a headrush. knowing that you have seungmin in the palm of your hand so easily like this. not only seungmin, but chan too. you can tell by how wide his eyes are; he’s hanging on to every word.
“seungminnie, that’s sweet. how about next time i let you and channie both be my doggies? You can hump one leg and my channie can hump the other, and i’ll just sit here and watch. how about that? will you touch your cock to that too?”
“yes, yes, i will, promise,” seungmin cries. his hips buck against you so hard that his cock slips out, but he can’t stop moving in order to press back inside of you. seungmin’s just as happy fucking his cock against the mound of your cunt, grunting every time the slit of his cock rubs against your soft skin.
“what about you, channie? will you touch yourself too?” you ask, turning to look at your boyfriend. he’s red in the face, sweating, curly hair sticking to his forehead.
“you know i will, you know i will, baby.”
seungmin cums with a sweet whine from low in his throat.
“good. now come clean up this mess seungminnie made.”
jeongin
“ooh!” you exclaim. you clutch at jeongin’s biceps from where he’s holding himself up above you. “‘s big, innie.”
jeongin lets out a shuddery breath and blinks a bead of sweat from his eyelashes. it falls on your forehead.
“is that- is that okay?” he asks nervously. you can feel him stiffen above you, so you start to massage your hands up and down his arms. before you can answer him yourself, chan answers for you.
“it’s good, ayen-ah, don’t worry. my baby likes big.”
“oh, hyung that’s- please shut up.” you giggle at jeongin’s response and he smiles down at you, albeit a little shaky.
“you can do whatever you want to me, innie. it’s your first time, just enjoy it.” he nods at your words, finally beginning to move his hips against you.
“ahh, shit, you’re so-” jeongin doesn’t finish that sentence. “is it good for you? does it feel like this for you too?” you’re really wet, so he knows he’s doing alright on that front, but he wants to know how to make it even better. he brings a hand down to your pussy to feel.
“there, rub there,” chan guides from his seat close to the bed. “you like it wet? that’ll make it wetter.” you throw your head back as jeongin complies with chan’s suggestion, two of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit.
“that’s good, innie, feels so good,” you cry.
jeongin presses a kiss to your sweaty neck in thanks. he stays there, mouthing repeatedly at your skin. his lips are a little timid but a lot sweet, and you encourage him by running your fingers through his hair.
“can you, ah, will it be okay if i turn you over?” jeongin asks.
you nod to him and press a kiss to his lips, patting his side as a signal for him to get off so you can change positions. you both hiss when his cock slides out of you.
you make a show out of turning over for both jeongin and your boyfriend. jeongin’s hand squeezes the swell of your ass, and you hear him gasp when he takes notice of the slight gape from where he was inside you a few seconds prior.
“oh that’s- oh wow,” jeongin breathes. “hyung, come see.”
you preen when chan leaves his spot to stand beside the bed. his gaze joins jeongin’s on your center, and you wiggle your hips in impatience. chan cracks a hand down swiftly on your ass cheek and you whine. he knows what’s on the tip of your tongue, so he hooks two fingers into your opening and fucks you with them slowly. “just wanna be filled, huh?”
“yeah, yeah. i want jeonginnie’s cock again,” comes your answer. chan laughs and smacks your ass once more before retreating back to his prior spot. jeongin heaves a deep breath and shakes his head, muttering an okay, okay under his breath. he presses you further into the bed so you’re almost lying entirely flat on your front until he quickly grabs a pillow from the head of his bed and stuffs it under your hips.
“good, ayen-ah, where’d you learn that?” chan teases, nodding his head. jeongin rolls his eyes at that. you can’t see him, but you know him well enough to know that’s what he does. he doesn’t answer as he focuses on sheathing his cock inside you again and making sure his arms don’t give out from under him.
jeongin cages you against the bed, his torso to your back and thighs on either side of yours.
“ah it’s- it’s warm, where he hit you.” you can still feel the phantom sting of chan’s palm against your ass, and you notice it more when jeongin places his hand gently on top of where chan’s handprint is no doubt seared into your skin. that must get to jeongin because he thrusts into you harder than he has before.
“s-sorry! sorry, i’m sorry, i can’t,” jeongin babbles, and you coo at him. your hand searches for his elegant fingers. when you find them you bring his hand back up beside your head, holding it and kissing his knuckles.
“it’s okay, honey, i like that. d’you wanna cum in me? fuck me until you cum, innie, would you like that?” you ask him, trying your best to fuck back on him with his weight holding you down. he’ll cum in the condom he’s wearing, but the barrier doesn’t matter right now.
“please, i- won’t last, i can’t. you’re- too pretty, so pretty, i can’t,” jeongin’s fucking you faster now. he’s so desperate to cum that it makes your pussy clench, and he shouts. your own fingers find your clit in the hopes that you can cum with him, a perfect end to his one-of-a-kind first time.
“look at that, keep going iyennie, gonna make my baby cum too,” chan hums. jeongin’s balls deep in you, and you’re facing your boyfriend, falling apart for him and one of his closest friends. chan has his cock out, and you’re surely drooling now. you’ll have to remind jeongin to wash his sheets afterwards.
your hand is trapped under you from yours and jeongin’s combined weight, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically rubbing your clit. that’s enough for jeongin; he chokes on a moan and he stops breathing as he cums inside you. inside the condom, but inside you nonetheless.
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ot8 – "operation steal chan's hats!"
pairing: ot8 x gender neutral reader
genre: social media au, fake texts, idol au, fluff, humour
warnings: implied established relationship with chan.
⊂💌⊃ ﹕ part two ﹒ ‹𝟹
minors, ageless & default blogs; dni!
feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated
a/n: requested by 🐼 anon! requests are closed in order for me to catch up! leave feedback, reblog & enjoy ‹3
tags [open]: @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng
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𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆-𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅
pairing: ot8 x reader (seprately)
cw: suggestive,
note: shout out to my friend who sent me the photos i needed for this hehe
BANG CHAN + LEE KNOW
CHANGBIN + HYUNJIN
HAN + FELIX
SEUNGMIN + I.N.
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oh my god, i've literally been reading these for the past hour, you're so insanely talented 😭😭 if it's okay with you i'd absolutely kill for something along the lines of 3racha sharing you!!! and if it helps im a sucker for nicknames with daddy issues and a choking kink! lmao thank u! <3
in which you become 3racha’s little plaything
╰┈➤ 3racha x f. reader
╰┈➤ tags/warnings: 9th member!reader, dom!chan, dom!changbin, sub!reader, 3racha threesome, dubcon (remember, this is just a fic and not real! please be safe!), unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, dirty talk, name calling, face sitting, daddy kink, squirting
╰┈➤ word count: 2.9k
once again, this was sitting in my drafts for far too long but now i sort of finished it! i'm the biggest whore for 3racha and me throwing the 9th member tag in is a lethal decision...
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“y/n! wake your fucking as up!”
as if you were awoken from a dream, your body abruptly sits up, eyes shooting open. the first thing you heard was hyunjin’s voice resonating throughout your bedroom, being greeted by his scrunched-up face in front of your own.
“thank christ, y/n. chan-hyung has already been calling for you!”
“shit,” you mumble. your tired eyes adjust to the light on your phone, turning off the ‘do not disturb’ setting. after a second, your phone notifications burst with chan, changbin, and jisung’s calls and texts.
“t-they’re done recording?”
11:00 AM, the clock reads.
you were supposed to be there before nine.
“get up before they kick your ass!”
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you chant, hating yourself for having to press snooze at your alarm. you were awake until 4:00 AM last night, although knowing full well that you would have a busy schedule the following day. stumbling to get out of bed, you push hyunjin to the side as you scramble to your bathroom, hurriedly freshening up before throwing anything your hands could lie on inside your closet.
hyunjin was watching you scurrying back and forth in your room, then to your mirror to where you were fixing your hair.
“oh, y/n. if i were you, i wouldn’t care about how i look when i know i’ll get a spanking from them—”
“the fuck are you on about?” you scoff, “they would never.”
hyunjin thought you were underestimating how pissed off the three were back in the studio. he silently prays for your sanity before leaving.
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“i’m here, i’m here!”
all heads fly to the door to where you stand, panting. you scan the area and count; jisung was sitting on chan’s chair while changbin lay on the couch.
one was missing.
“where’s chan?”
“he left to go to the store,” jisung replies nonchalantly, turning his attention back to the screen before him, “but i think he just went for a walk, really.”
“is he that disappointed in me?” you chuckle jokingly, walking towards the couch where changbin sits in silence. in an attempt to lighten up the mood, none of them reciprocated your amusement.
before you can even sit down, changbin looks up at you and says with a firm tone, “do you think it’s funny?”
“changbin, i'm sorry. my alarm—”
he cuts you off by abruptly pulling you by the arm, making your upper body fall onto him. changbin immediately catches you yet forces your body to your knees. the position that you were in makes you hike your breath, eyes wide, bewildered, as he looks down at you with a primal, strict gaze.
“you’re acting like a fucking amateur, y/n. shit, even i don’t have the balls to be late for at least twenty minutes.”
changbin holds your chin in his fingers, forcing your wavering eyes to look straight at him. despite his soft appearance — his curly hair falling right above his eyes, gray hoodie, and his glasses — his eyes were intoxicating. his hand crawls down to wrap around your throat, your cheeks heating up from his action and the menacing look on your face.
“and you have the audacity to be late for two damn hours?” he scoffs, disappointed.
on the other hand, jisung smirks as he rolls the chair around to attentively watch changbin manhandle you, leaving the work that was instructed to him by chan behind.
“seems like she’s asking for a punishment from us, hyung,” jisung retorts, scooting his chair closer until your back was practically in between his knees. the younger one hums as he plays with some strands of your hair, twirling it around his fingers.
changbin notices the change in your irises, growing wider just from jisung’s words.
“mm, what do you say, y/n? i mean, chan’s not here. we can play with you all we want.”
“but... what about the track?”
changbin holds your jaw tightly against his hand as he leans further in. his lips were centimeters away from yours, feeling his warm breath caressing your skin. a mewl flies past your lips when he squeezes, feeling so vulnerable in front of him. the ache growing in your core heightens just from seeing changbin’s domineering side ablaze, and the feeling of being controlled by him had you pressing your thighs together.
“since when did you fucking care about the track, huh?”
he doesn’t let you respond because changbin immediately uses his strength to lay you across his lap.
“sungie, fucking pull her pants down,” changbin orders for the younger one, in which he instantly goes to work. to what you didn’t expect, though, was your panties to go along with it.
you gasp when jisung, without any warning, cups your aching core with his right hand. he groans in delight when he feels your wetness, beginning to spread it all across your pussy lips.
“fuck, hyung, look at this,” he grunts, “so wet.”
changbin looks at your face, catching sight of your flushed face, “shows how much of a dirty girl she is. she likes being scolded yet she’s not even sorry.”
“nggh—” you bite your lip to suppress your feeble whimpers as jisung traces your wet cunt with his fingers. it was obvious that he was trying to rile you up even more, to tease you until you cry. it’s what you deserve anyway, and you have to take it.
“gonna spank your ass while jisungie fucks you with his fingers, alright? are you listening, y/n?”
changbin gives your right ass cheek a taste of what’s about to come, spanking you harshly. you yelp from the unexpected impact, causing you to close your eyes as you hear jisung chuckle at your sweet, sweet reaction.
“yes! i-i’m listening.”
“good, and you’re gonna count, alright? the moment you fucking mess up, we’re going back to one.”
“i think she wants this, hyung,” jisung prods the tip of his middle finger right against your sopping entrance, feeling you gush out your juices even more. “such a slut,” he whispers beneath his breath, quiet enough as if he’s talking to himself.
the moment changbin lands the first spank, your body just didn’t expect such a high-impact sensation — a sensation that you’ve never felt before. sparks shoot through your body, jolting forward from how hard he hit you. it was obvious that changbin didn’t hold back, using his might to deliver the punishment.
“count,” he growls. his voice startled you, making your eyes wide as you fumble for words.
“o-one.”
“good girl.”
you almost forgot that jisung had his own mission, too. after the second, harsh spank, he instantly plunges two fingers inside your hole.
“t-two—fuck! jisung!” you whimper, feeling his digits roughly pound against your pussy. the sudden and overwhelming feeling erodes your body into a state of euphoria, hanging your head low as you try to keep up with changbin’s spanks.
“three…” you mewl after another impact on your sore skin. changbin’s breath becomes staggered, too, getting extremely turned on by the sight in front of him. the wet sound of your cunt getting drilled by jisung’s fingers fills the air, coating his digits well with your slick.
“so pretty, so fucking pretty,” jisung praises, smiling adoringly at you even though you can’t see him. “pretty girl with a pretty little pussy – but so pathetic getting punished.”
changbin chuckles, spanking you for the fourth time, this time giving your other ass cheek the same attention. “but she likes it, doesn’t she, jisung? look at the way her body’s quivering, it’s like she’s gonna cum. awh, baby, you wanna cum?”
“yes! yes, please, make me—aahh!” changbin lands a spank harder than ever before, making you dig your nails into the skin of your palms so firmly until it creates little crescents.
“little slut, you think we’re gonna make you cum? you need to learn your lesson, sweetheart. if you wanna cum then you gotta fucking work for it,” changbin growls in your ear, yanking your hair harshly before delivering another spank.
jisung coos as he watches you fall apart before them, your legs shaking and desperate to cum. both of their cocks strain against their pants from the sight of you, who was once a girl they view as sweet, innocent, and obedient, but now all ruined and sprawled over changbin’s lap while taking their punishment. they watch you sniffle and cry, counting the spanks you received with watery eyes and bruised ass cheeks.
jisung feels you clench even tighter around his fingers, signaling that you were indeed close. this urges him to tease you even more by rubbing your clit with his other hand.
“there, there you go, baby,” he coos, a faux pout plastered on his face after your moans become more heightened, staggered “ah’s” and desperate whimpers, “your little clit needs some attention too, yeah?”
“mmhm, please l-let me cum! i’m so – fuuuuck – i’m sorry! i’ll be good i promise!” you start to babble incoherently, your desperation to orgasm fueling the thoughts that come out of your mouth. but none of them listened. changbin keeps torturing your ass while jisung reminds you that you don’t own your pleasure, keeping that sweet release away from your grasp no matter how much you are trying to reach it.
“yeah, you’ll be good?”
fuck.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—
it was chan’s voice that you hear. fuck them for bending you over in such a way that you weren’t faced with the door. fuck them for making you vulnerable in front of him. you couldn’t see chan’s face but you could feel his hot and dark presence in the small confines of this room, and suddenly, the atmosphere shifts.
you didn’t dare to reply — not when you’re feeling timid and unable to process your thoughts properly.
“are you really sorry, y/n, huh?” chan says once again, hearing him step closer. you bite back a whimper once his big, warm hand runs across the span of your sore ass cheek and then down to your thigh.
the other two boys allow chan to have his moment, proudly showing him the mess they made of you. jisung shows chan the slick on his fingers with a wide grin.
“look at this, hyung,” he shows chan his wet fingers before sucking it off, “tastes so fucking good.”
chan’s cock throbs at the sight of your exposed cunt. the moment he stepped foot inside the room, his eyes were already glued to your pussy. but now that he was up close, he could see that your hole was still gushing with your slick. chan shakes his head at this, clicking his tongue.
“tsk tsk tsk, are you that fucking needy, y/n?”
“hhmmp—”
“so turned on from spankings too, channie hyung,” changbin laughs, “she liked that punishment too much. well shit, i don’t even think she learned her lesson—”
your eyes widen at changbin’s words, afraid they’ll continue the punishment, leveling up your frustration. so you cut him off by flailing your legs, trying to escape his hold.
“i said i’m sorry! i won’t do it again—aaahh!”
without expecting it, chan roughly grips a bunch of your hair, putting you in place before whispering (practically growling) in your ear. “stay the fuck there before i don’t let you cum. you don’t have a say in any of this, you get me?”
you feel your entire body shudder and submit to him. as if in a trance, you let chan manhandle you out of changbin’s lap and let you sit on the couch. he roughly takes your top and bra off, sighing deeply at the sight of your naked form. the corners of his mouth drawn into a smirk before pinching your hardened nipples, earning a little mewl from you.
“pretty thing,” chan mutters, “pretty little fucktoy for us to play with.”
as chan sucks your hard buds using his mouth, changbin lays down on his back on the couch. he gains your attention by pointing at you, then to his face.
holy shit.
“you, sit on my face. need to taste your little pussy.”
you feel chan chuckle and grin against your nipple from the younger’s words. “you heard him. go.”
with a blush forming on your cheeks, you idly crawl over changbin’s face, now facing his legs.
“aw look, she’s becoming so shy, hyung,” jisung coos, lifting his hips up from the chair and pulling his pants down to play with his leaking hard cock.
chan stands up from the couch and walks towards one side of the armrest where your ass was perched up. he lands his own spank against your butt, hard, causing you to squirm which ultimately makes you graze your pussy against changbin’s nose. that tiny burst of pleasure made your mind fuzzy, and the sensation of his breath so close against your heat was intoxicating.
“y/n, are you shy?” chan laughs as changbin pulls your hips further down on him, becoming impatient. “fucking get to it, binnie. eat her little cunt out while you, jisung,” chan points to jisung who was languidly stroking his cock, snapping out of his own lustful thoughts from chan’s voice, “you fuck her throat.”
jisung smiles devilishly at that. and the moment you laid eyes on jisung who’s cock is now in front of you, changbin licks a bold, long stripe from your clit to your entrance.
“ohh, fuck!” you squeal, your upper body falling down which made you hold onto jisung’s thighs. his cock slaps against your cheek abruptly, feeling it twitch against your skin. “fuuuck!” you yell, feeling changbin’s tongue flick and draw figure eights on your clit with no mercy, slurping you up like a starved man.
“so goddamn loud,” jisung gives his length a couple of strokes before aiming the tip against your parted lips, “open, slut,” and you obey without much thought.
as jisung makes a makeshift ponytail from your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock, chan was watching everything unfold in front of him. he watched you become reduced to nothing but a toy, a sexdoll, a cute and obedient baby girl for them. he sees your eyes welling up with tears which makes his heart clench, yet turned him on even more. hearing you whimper like a puppy around jisung’s cock, and your hips grinding against changbin’s tongue, something clicked inside of him. a feeling that chan usually suppresses but now he lets go.
“you want daddy’s cock inside your pretty pussy too, baby?” chan grins, knowing that you can’t reply properly.
“mmhmm,” you mumble against jisung’s cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head. hearing chan call himself daddy was the hottest shit you’ve ever heard, a fantasy of yours coming to life.
chan is your leader. he’s always the one who guides you and makes sure that you’re comfortable, safe — and overall happy. but using that nickname to transform his power and authority of him into something so intimate yet sexual at the same time made you cry even harder. not from any sort of pain or sadness, but from pure happiness and fulfillment.
you couldn’t speak, not when jisung’s hips snap back and forth to make his cock sink deeper into your throat, but chan gets the memo and smirks.
“i take that as a yes, baby.”
chan pulls his shorts down, his long cock immediately springing up. ironically, the tip of his cock aligned perfectly against your pussy as if your cunt was practically begging to be filled. chan uses his precum as lube, stroking his cock up and down with a tight fist, wanting to mimic the tightness of your walls.
“daddy needs to fuck this pussy, god. i’ve been wanting to for so long,” he throws his head back, albeit feigning a frustrated expression.
did you just hear that right?
“daddy’s gonna fuck you now, yeah? in three, two—”
that devil didn’t even reach to one and he already plunges his entire sick inside, not even letting you adjust to his impressive size.
jisung laughs and was even merciful enough to take his cock out from your reaction.
the noises you made, chan’s muscles flexing and his hips hitting your skin, and the way you were still grinding against changbin’s mouth made him stroke his cock under his pants, too. it was all too much for you to handle — changbin starts groaning against you, and the vibrations on your clit send you into an overdrive of immense, mind-breaking pleasure.
“yeah, just like that for daddy, nothing in that little mind of yours.” chan grunts, “you forget this is a punishment, doll.”
jisung suddenly wraps a hand around your throat, choking you enough for you to feel a little dizzy. that was the last straw for you and you squirt — on chan’s cock and on changbin’s mouth — without any warning. it was the hardest you’ve ever came before, your whole body shaking and unconsciously relying on jisung’s grip on your neck to keep yourself up. the scream you let out surely can be heard outside of the studio, but that thought didn’t stop you.
“there, there, baby girl,” jisung wipes the fallen tears off of your cheeks, kissing your forehead gently despite him roughly fucking his dick with his hand.
“daddy~” you whimper, crying out to them. at this point you didn’t know who you were referring to —you were calling all of them daddy for hell’s sake. changbin tries to catch your cum that was dripping off of you after chan pulls his cock out. biting your lip to stop your freaky smile from becoming too obvious, you now wonder if you would risk being late again to work again if this was the type of punishment you would get.
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how hyunjin would grab/smack your ass 👀✨
at first, he’s so shy about it. he doesn’t even think about touching you in public like that because he doesn’t wanna embarrass you. but eventually, he can’t help himself. it starts off small at home, seeing you walk around in shorts or underwear and he just has to give it a lil love tap as he walks by. your reaction, maybe a surprised scream or giggle, would just do something for him. maybe it’s the act of catching you off guard or your trust in him to let him touch you so inappropriately.
then his confidence would grow into hard slaps that echoed throughout the quiet room. when in public, he’d purposefully walk behind you through the crowd so that he could get in a few rough and no-so-discreet squeezes that make you think, is this my boyfriend? but he’s not slick, so you tend to get a few looks from strangers or if you’re out with friends, some disgusted side comments. hyunjin would make it a point to express that he’d, “hate to be them, they can look but not touch. all i wanna do is touch.”
eventually, he’d build an absolute fascination with your ass. think about the way he just loves to rub his hands all over jeongin’s face. the same cute aggression wouldn’t just have him smacking or grabbing your ass. when you walk around the house in something revealing, he’d wait until you’re standing still or laying on your belly to take a bite into the supple flesh with the hopes of leaving teeth marks. you expect it at this point, but continue to give him a reaction because you love the attention. he doesn’t even make it out to be sexual. it’s just him showing his appreciation for your body.
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hyunjin on bubble
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i’m used to men texting like skz does on bubble that when a man irl texts me i’m like wtf…
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