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astayinwonderland · 6 months

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"Your surprise is here..." | minchan

pairing: bang chan x f.reader x lee know

genre: smut || a little plot || +18 MDNI

summary: chan is very observant and he just knows you have a thing for minho... [enjoy! (;]

word count: 1.7k

warnings: threesome (ish?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, oral (f-receiving and m-receiving), slight mention of degradation, praise kink...

also english is not my first language

You are in love with Christopher Bang. It was always hard to picture yourself with someone and not be scared of them leaving you in the future. But with him, it was different. Chan is a man who values honesty and communication. Since day one, somehow he has extended to you warmth and trust making it impossible not to like him. Now, loving him, that was something else. What didn’t you love about your boyfriend? Is he flawed? Yes, of course, so are you. But it is in his flaws and in his caring nature that you get to be unapologetically you, no secrets, no burdens.

One of the things you have learned about Chan in the time you’ve been together is how observant he is. You have little tells when you’re excited, sad, joyful, horny, extremely horny, and he loves being able to tell so diligently. Even when sometimes you are not aware of how your body reacts.

Chan had his suspicions, but just by looking at you, he confirms it. You have a silly little crush on his friend and bandmate Minho. It’s not just the way you giggle a little bit too much when he makes a joke, it is the way your hand touches his arm for a brief second, the way you seem to arch your back a little bit for him to casually look at your breasts for a second or two, the way you smile at him with that flirty spark in your eyes. Yeah, you wanted Minho, and Chan was not jealous because at the end of the day, he wants what you want and to please you was his religion.

So one night Chan makes all the pieces fall into place, he is a man with a plan.

Spending the night with Chan is the definition of lovely. You can barely keep your hands off each other. Cuddling, playing pranks on each other, cooking together, having him inside you… you name it. However, you didn’t know what your man was orchestrating behind your back.

So now you find yourself kissing him, one of your favourite things to do. Chan has a way of kissing you that instantly melts you, it is never enough, you want his lips on yours forever. It starts slow, he wants to just see if you’re in the mood… so he waits and observes as you are both sitting on his couch. His sensual lips caress yours, asking for permission to kiss you. When you do, he pulls you closer, making you straddle his lap so he can put his hands on your waist. You part your lips for him and the faintest moan leaves you and the way Chan’s tongue teases your bottom lip makes your hips roll against his.

“Hmmm, are we impatient, my love?” he whispers.

“You know I am…” you reply breathlessly. “Now please kiss me, Chris, fuck me.”

Chan chuckles as you leave wet kisses down his jawline and neck.

The doorbell rings.

“Your surprise is here,” Chan looks into your eyes. They are wide with excitement, and dark with lust.

Your boyfriend carefully lets go of you. Your pajama shorts are wet from your arousal and your bralette leaves little to the imagination.

“There’s someone here for you, but if you don’t want to do this… we can stop,” Chan runs his hands over his blonde hair that slightly curls at the top.

“What do you mean?” your heart races as he opens the door and Minho’s eyes look right into yours, and then to your nipples hardening under your bralette.

“Minho?” you look at Chan. You try to find something to cover yourself with, he shouldn’t see you like this.

Minho walks in, his eyes glued to your figure and you can’t help but feel like a piece of meat for these two men. An unspoken fantasy come true.

“Baby, you have a little thing for Minho, am I right?”

You panic. It was always something stupid and innocent, you love Chan. You blink and your eyes go to Chan, then to Minho, and back to Chan.

“I–” you start but he shushs you.

Shit.

“I just want you to have fun, Minho here wonders if you are an obedient good girl. Would you like to show him, baby?”

Minho still says nothing and Chan smirks in a way you feel your clit throbbing in need of attention. Chan nods to Minho and they walk together closer to your figure. Chan kisses the back of your hand and draws little circles with his thumb over your fingers, reassuring you it’s okay and in that moment you know this is the man you are in love with. He is selfless, he is exciting, he is lustful, he loves to watch.

“Kiss her,” Chan tells Minho, but it is you who pulls Minho towards your lips. Your needy fingers entangling on his purple hair, drawing a deep groan for him.

“That’s it, good girl. You wanted him so bad, didn’t you, baby? Well… now it’s time to follow what I say, yeah?”

You try to nod as you bring Minho with you to the couch Chan sits opposite of you.

“Baby, strip for us, would ya?”

Only then do you stop kissing Minho, his eyes half-opened, lips swollen, ears red. You slowly unclasp your bralette and toss it on the floor. Minho’s mouth watering at the sight of beautiful tits, an arm’s distance from his wanting tongue, but when you pull down your pajama shorts… shit. Is he in heaven or in hell?

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

And for the first time since he came into the apartment you hear Minho’s voice.

“She’s exquisite, hyung,” Minho’s eyes never leaving your tits.

Your eyes are glued on Chan, how he palms his very noticeable erection in an attempt to relieve himself a little bit. He winks at you, he is really enjoying himself.

“Lick her tits, she will whimper if you blow on her nipples first and then suck them really hard.”

You don’t have time to process the words coming from your boyfriend’s mouth when Minho’s mouth and hands are already on you. Just as Chan said, Minho first licks your tits, his flat tongue working wonders. Chan’s eyes encourage you to let out your majestic moans, the ones that drive him insane.

“C’mon, my love, let Minho know how good he’s doing,” Chan says, but that’s when Minho blows on your right nipple and sucks hard, his crafty tongue switching between circling it and sucking while his fingers pinch and slightly pull your left one.

“Ah! Fuck–mmhh, shit–” you whimper under Minho’s touch.

You see Chan close his eyes in delight, finally freeing himself from his joggers. His perfect cock delighting your eyes, you want to suck him off, your adorable, perfect, boyfriend.

Minho didn’t stop there, he had you arching your back for him, almost crying for him to give you more. His mouth moves to your neck, licking and kissing you until his fingers tease your fold.

“Fuck, Minho, put your fingers in me already,” you beg.

“No, baby, he has to taste you first. Your taste alone will make him, cum, believe me.”

You moan at his words, so Minho puts his thumb in your mouth and you suck. You suck his thumb as the little needy slut you are because you want to suck Chan off so bad. Your brain can’t process the pleasure Minho is giving you and the sight of Chan jerking off to his friend going down on his girlfriend.

Minho first rubs your clit with his nose and cries are leaving your mouth as your eyes shut in pleasure.

“Make her cum. It’s the least you can do after she’s been so good to us, don’t you think?” The fact that Chan speaks as if you weren’t there makes your head spin and your pussy clenches, eager to cum for both of these men.

So Minho gets to work. His tongue circles your clit as one finger slides into you, the squelching sound of your dripping hole making both men moan in unison.

“Baby, how are you feeling, is Minho making you feel good?”

“Yes… yes–f…uck, yes, Chris,” you moan.

Chan smiles, he knows that when ‘Chris’ falls from your lips your brain is somewhere else. You are a goner. Head so plagued with pleasure your only aim is to climb higher and higher and get the mind-blowing release your body craves so much. This is Chan’s queue to finally stand beside you. He watches as Minho adds another finger in you, his motions quick, filled with lust as you pant and moan his name and Chris’s.

“I need you in my mouth,” you beg, looking at Chan. “Please, Chris, please, fuck! Minho!” you can’t seem to finish one thought when another wave of unmeasurable pleasure washes over you. Minho flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves his hand now fisting his erect cock that was trapped in his tight jeans.

Chan obeys your command, he wants his baby happy and fucked out. So he thrusts inside your mouth as you moan for him. Hollowing your cheeks as you try your best to take him all in. Minho spits on your pussy and this is it, you are so close, his fingers moving so good in and out of you. Both men begin to talk you into cuming.

“Baby, you are doing so good for–u-us… such a dirty, dirty little thing,” Chan pants, close to cuming as well.

“Cum, please please cum, I want you all over my face,” Minho grunts and he is cuming on his hand.

Chan pulls out and his hand work on his cock angling it to your tits as his eyes roll back, while he cums and cums all over you and fucking hell, you cum with him. You feel like you are ascending to a never-ending feeling of euphoria as you cum with a loud cry, making your head explode and see stars behind your eyelids.

“Fuck…” is all you manage to say before your body lies limp on the couch.

“Shit, baby, you are amazing,” Chan kisses you.

You then reach for Minho’s adorable face which is buried between your legs and kiss him, tasting you in his mouth.

“Next time, tell me exactly what you want, baby.”

You nod.

“Thank you,” Minho whispers and you run your hand through his hair.

“Let’s clean her up,” and with that, the two men gather their strength to take you to the shower… but this was just round one of a steamy night that would not be easily forgotten.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ -- this idea wouldn't let me sleep so I just poured everything I got into this and it took a toll on my soul... totally worth it though.

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facioleeknow · 3 months

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Risky gift ° Lee Minho+Bang Chan

You decide to misbehave and your boyfriends have to punish you to teach you a lesson ;)

Wc: 1245 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY, college AU

Tw: professor's assistants chan and minho, oral, deepthroathing, voyeurism, cum eating, masturbation, hard dom minho, soft dom chan, name calling, spitting

Part of my valentine's day collab!

Minho’s lips were hot on yours. His kisses were hungry, he wanted to consume you whole, he wanted to take you down and then build you back up. His hands raked your body feverishly. He was always like that, impatient and harsh while your other lover was the complete opposite, slow and sweet.

“Minho, we’re in the middle of the hallway, we can’t do this here,” you whispered to him, afraid that somebody might catch you. Minho just sighed and parted from you, his heat leaving your body.

“Let’s go,” his tone was harsh, feigning annoyance but his grasp on your wrist was gentle. You knew better than to think he was actually annoyed, he knew that making out in the middle of the hallway during class hours was risky and he would never expose you to that; sure he might’ve teased you about it but only to rile you up, nothing more nothing less.

Minho led you through the hallways of your college with purpose, he knew where he could go to avoid being disturbed. His study was his sacred place and something that came with being a PA. His hand twisted the knob and then closed the door roughly, without sparing a glance to the other guy in the room.

“Hey, baby,” Chan greeted you with a sweet smile and swiftly got up to plant a gentle kiss on your temple.

“Hey Channie,” you shivered at his touch. Your arousal was starting to coat the inner part of your thighs, going paintieless might’ve been a bad idea. Minho scoffed at the interaction.

“You don’t deserve that treatment, whore.”

“What did she do this time,” Chan sighed at the younger boy, his hands rubbing your back in soothing circles. Channie was always sweet.

“Show him, slut, get on the desk and spread your legs,” Minho’s tone was harsh and youo looked at Chan for comfort.

“Go on,” he gently reassured you. Your lower lip wobbled and you pouted at the treatment one of the boys reserved for you, but the wetness in between your legs told a whole other story.

You slowly sat on the desk and brought your legs to your chest. Normally every command would’ve been met with a swift reaction from you but you already misbehaved that day so why not go all out.

“I don’t have all day,” Minho’s aura was menacing, you knew he didn’t like misbehaving.

“Baby, do as Minho says, okay?” Chan’s tone was gentle as usual.

With your hands planted behind you for support, you slowly opened your legs to expose your glistening bare cunt, your skirt pooled at your hips. Chan sharply hissed at the sighed, his big warm hand landed delicately on your calf.

“No panties, baby?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He liked when you were daring.

“It’s your valentine’s day present,” you felt hot and excited as the two boys eyed you like you were dessert.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he looked at the other boy with a raised brow. At the same time his hand moved from your calf to your knee, his thumb circled your smooth skin.

“Was spreading your legs during class and showing me your pussy in front of everyone also a part of the present?” he stepped dangerously close to you and gripped forcefully your other knee, a stark contrast compared to Chan, “ did you forget that this is only ours to look at?”

Minho landed a harsh slap on your outer thigh and you whimpered.

“Is that true, baby?” Chan’s demeanor had changed but he was definitely less scary than Minho.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry baby, but this time I can’t defend you,” he let go of your knee and took a seat at his usual armchair, “punish her how you see fit, I’ll watch this time,” he talked to the other boy in the room.

Minho shot one of the most fiery and intimidating looks you had ever seen on him. His hand lifted and came in contact with your pussy delicately. His index and middle finger swiped slowly through your fold and played with your wetness. A small whimper escaped you, your eyes closed in an attempt to savor the small pleasure he was giving you. A harsh slap landed on your cunt.

“Get down and on your knees, slut.” He clearly wasn’t asking you and you struggled to get down from the desk without crumpling all of the documents on it.

Minho looked even more breathtaking when you were on your knees, you had never found an angle from which he looked ugly. Your boyfriend fumbled with his zipper and then took out his hard cock. Your mouth watered.

“Do you know what to do to stop?”

“Three taps on your right thigh,” you nodded. His hand carded through your hair. What seemed a sweet gesture quickly changed when he fisted your hair and pulled your hair.

“Mouth open.”

He gathered the saliva in his mouth and harshly spat out. His warm spit slowly trickled down your tongue. A moan slipped your lips at his harsh actions, but you didn’t have time to beg for more because Minho shoved his dick in your mouth. You whined.

He felt heavy on your tongue, his taste intoxicating. The tip of his thick cock pressed at the back of your throat, your teary eyes on Minho.

“You should see her right now, hyung, she looks just like the whore she is,” he spoke to the other guy in the room calmly, like his dick wasn’t down your throat.

“Oh I can see her don’t worry,” Chan’s voice sounded strained.

“Eyes on him whore while I fuck your mouth or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

You looked at Chan. The sight in front of you made you whine and clench in need; your other boyfriend had his pants and underwear shoved down and slowly fisted his cock. As soon as you made eye contact with Chan, Minho began to fuck your throat, setting a brutal pace. You did your best to help send him over the edge and tightened your throat around his big cock. A moan escaped Minho’s lips, his facade slipping for a second.

Chan on the other hand was still leisurely stroking his cock, he clearly had no intention of cumming so quickly but he was enjoying the view. You raked your eyes over his body, he looked like an ancient adonis. He was spectacular.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Can you make him cum?” asked Chan, his hand picked up the pace slightly. You hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending sparks up and down Minho’s cock. Your tongue started swiping the underside of his cock slowly.

“You’re good at this slut,” Minho grunted, his head thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. You moaned again, pleased with his reaction.

“God, I’m gonna cum, be good and swallow it all.”

Minho pushed his dick to the very back of your throat, your nose brushed his pelvis. Hot ropes shot down your throat while Minho moaned and pulled your hair tighter in his fist. Your hands made contact with his thigh to help you stand up.

“Stop.” You froze at the command.

“Stay like this and keep my cock in your mouth for the rest of the day, if you want to act like a whore then you should be treated like one.”

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writingforstraykids · 1 month

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I owe you a kiss - Pt.5

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 3431

Summary: Chan and Minho enjoy their evening together before realizing how much they truly missed each other over the past six months. After their shared lazy night, they get an important call...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, domestic shit, cuddles, smut, touch starved!chan, soft!min, soft!chan, they're cheesy af sorry, amnesia, angst

A/N: This is mainly sweet and fluffy...I swear🥺🖤

PART FOUR | PART SIX

Minho smiles softly to himself as he watches Chan making them dinner. He sneaks up on him and wraps his arms around him, resting his chin on his shoulder. “You're doing well,” he compliments him.

“Yeah?” Chan chuckles.

“Mhm,” Minho hums, and Chan gently blows on a spoon with some of the sauce before holding it up for him to taste. Minho does, and it's quiet for a moment. “Channie.”

“That bad?” he asks nervously.

Minho reaches into the cupboard above them and grabs the salt. “You forgot the salt again?”

“Shit, you're right,” Chan groans, and Minho giggles at him.

He plants a soft kiss on his cheek and squeezes him. “It's not bad, love. Just needs a little salt. It happens.”

“What would I do without you, huh? All that spice missing in my life,” Chan jokes, and Minho snorts.

“Mhm, sure, salt is the only spice you'd be missing,” he comments, making Chan laugh.

“Dummy,” he giggles and adds some salt. “Okay, almost done.” Chan turns in his hold and looks at him with a soft smile. His heart melts at the sight of Minho in a shirt of his, a pair of comfortable sweatpants and his glasses. He soothingly fondles up his arms and plants a kiss on his forehead. “You're so pretty, you know?” he asks softly, and Minho giggles. Chan gently brushes his hair back, which has gotten longer, and caresses his cheek.

“That's because of you,” he fondly rolls his eyes.

“Oh, really? Didn't know I was part of the process of creating you,” he snorts, and Minho gently shoves his chest.

“You know the saying about how one gets prettier when they're happy,” he says and searches his eyes. “You're the one making me happy.”

“Who's being cheesy now, huh?” he smirks.

“Yeah, yeah, your sauce’s gonna burn if you don't stop staring into my soul soon,” Minho points out, and Chan's eyes widen before he spins around quickly.

“Oh, baby,” he curses as he realizes Minho tricked him, now giggling behind him. “You can't shock me like that.”

“My bad, didn't know you were so-Chan!” Minho protests with a squeak as Chan tickles his side and tries to squirm away. “No, no, don't you even start that,” he says and jokingly raises his fists, ready to fight him.

Chan grins and gets back to finishing dinner.

After dinner, they're cuddled up on the sofa and Chan's feeding him with small brownie bites from time to time. A movie is playing in the background, and he doesn't pay much attention to it. He feels truly happy here with Chan for the first time in a while. Chan's hand is soothingly running through his hair, mindlessly rubbing down his back in between. It's peaceful and comfortable, and Minho can't help but wish you were here as well. His thoughts start wandering, and suddenly, Chan pulls him into his lap, gently kissing his cheek, and lets him cuddle up against him. Minho inhales his so familiar scent and buries his nose in his shirt for a moment, feeling a sense of home wash over him. He doesn't know why, but the urge to be as close as possible to Chan clouds his senses with sheer force, and his grip on his shirt subconsciously tightens.

Chan picks up on it and doesn't say anything, simply letting his hand travel down his back and then rest on his thigh to test the waters.

Minho tenses up in his lap and bites his lower lip, unsure if he should tell him to move his hand away or continue whatever the hell he's doing. Chan makes the decision for him, mindlessly rubbing his thigh, and Minho sits up straight, looking at him with blown eyes. “Channie?”

“Yeah?” he asks, breath hitching as their eyes meet. The pure love and vulnerability in his husband's eyes make his stomach all fuzzy.

“I…uh,” he stops himself, unsure if he should tell Chan. It's been so long, and he isn't sure if Chan finds him attractive in this sense at the moment.

Chan searches his eyes before connecting their lips to a soft kiss. Minho's hand shoots up and cups his face, humming into the feeling. “You were saying kitten?” Chan asks quietly as he pulls back again.

“I miss you,” he says, not knowing how else to express his feelings. Chan blinks at him in confusion for a moment before realizing what he means. “You're right; those six months have been very long.”

Chan hums softly and searches his eyes. “You're sure?” he checks in gently, and Minho nods almost timidly. “You uh..you still want that?” he asks.

Minho frowns at him softly. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” he nods quickly. “Just…I didn't think you'd still want me after all those months of keeping my distance and-.”

Minho shuts him up with a long, fierce kiss. “I'll never stop loving you even if there are times when you don't know how to give anything back,” he tells him, and Chan knows he's telling the truth. Those four months before the accident prove every word. “And I'll always want you, Chan. We got married because I want every piece of you, every sweet smile, every rough edge, every bit you may be insecure about. I chose you, and I'll choose you again and again...Okay?” he asks sweetly.

Chan blinks at him, stunned, eyes shimmering suspiciously. “Okay,” he whispers.

Minho presses their foreheads together and gently fondles up his chest. “Nothing crazy. Just you and me. Lazy and soft as you love it.”

Chan's grip on him involuntarily tightens. “Now?” he breathes out.

“We can make an appointment in two weeks if that's what you'd like. I'm free at-,” he breaks off giggling as Chan gets up with him in his arms.

“Idiot,” he mutters softly and carries him upstairs to their bedroom, lowering him into the mattress. “I'll be back in a moment,” he promises and kisses him longingly.

Minho smiles and watches him gather everything they'd need. Chan climbs back into bed and takes off his glasses for him with a soft smile. Minho's hand makes its way into his curls and pulls him into a slow, sweet kiss. Chan gets onto his knees and pulls him up, straddling his lap. He helps him out of his shirt and kisses him again. Minho's hands slip beneath his shirt, gently pulling it up, and Chan mewls into the kiss as his fingers trace his skin. “M-Min,” he stammers, and Minho blinks at him before teasingly brushing his fingertip over Chan's nipple. His husband tenses up with a soft moan, and Minho's eyes widen.

“I completely forgot you haven't been touched at all in half a year,” he admits and gently pushes him back down into the mattress before climbing in his lap. He experimentally grinds down against him, and Chan's head falls back with a beautiful moan. “I think I know what you need now,” Minho smirks and falls back into the pillows, grabbing the bottle of lube close to him. Chan watches him, stunned, as Minho shoves down his sweatpants and boxers with a swift move and covers his fingers in lube. “Enjoying the show?” he asks teasingly and Chan nods, laughing softly. Minho relaxes before gently working his first finger inside his hole, lips parting with a gasp.

Chan had seen him do so a thousand times whenever Minho got too impatient for long foreplay, but he'd never get tired of the sight. The way his face slowly contorts with pleasure as he works in another finger in no time, the way his body tenses when he hits a good spot, the soft pants, and the low moans he tries to hold back in the beginning. Minho squints at him. “Well, get undressed, pretty,” he tells him and bites his lower lip hard as he slowly stretches himself with his fingers.

“You're insane,” Chan giggles softly but does as he says and throws his clothes onto the floor next to Min's discarded shirt. By the time he's done, Minho is ready and instructs him to get comfortable next to him. Chan does and watches him curiously as Minho climbs into his lap. A few soft kisses down his neck and a few soft strokes are enough to make him whimper already. Min giggles before slowly sinking down on him. Chan's hands grip his hips, bracing him as he does, and he can't hold back a moan at Minho's relieved expression, finally feeling him again.

Minho moans sweetly as Chan's fully buried inside of him and takes a moment to get used to the feeling again. “Fuck, I missed you,” he chuckles breathlessly after a moment, and Chan giggles, squirming a little beneath him.

“I don't think I'll last long,” he tells him, blushing a little.

Minho smirks and gently pats his chest. “That's okay, love. We have all the time we need tonight, yeah?”

Chan nods and is about to answer, but his jaw drops with a weak groan as Minho lifts his hips. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and Minho takes it as encouragement to keep moving. None of them expects it, but after a few slow rolls of Minho's hips Chan starts struggling already. “Min-fuck, wait, please-” He tenses up with a loud whine of his name and paints his walls with thick ropes of cum. Minho watches him, stunned, as Chan beneath him weakly thrusts back, riding out his orgasm. Their eyes meet, and Chan turns crimson red, covering his face with his arm. “Oh God, no,” he whines softly.

Minho giggles and leans down, gently easing his arm from his face. “Hey, no hiding,” he says softly.

“This is embarrassing,” he protests softly.

“I told you, darling, we have time,” he assures him. “I'll take it as a compliment,” he smirks and Chan's jaw drops a little before he laughs.

Chan takes a deep breath and gently fondles Minho's thighs, sinking deep into his eyes. “Okay, you can move,” he tells him after a bit.

Minho kisses him lovingly and moves on top of him, moaning softly as he rolls his hips. “Chan, please,” he breathes out.

Chan gets the message and lifts him off his dick, flipping them over so Minho's on his back now. He braces himself on his arms next to his head and captures his lips in a long, sweet kiss, hand fondling down his side. Minho beneath him moans beautifully and buries his hand in his hair. “I nearly forgot how pretty you truly are,” Chan tells him, and Minho doesn't protest, blushing at his words. “But you're still as beautiful as ever no matter what you do,” he goes on and kisses Minho's neck, making the younger one whine softly. “It's ridiculous sometimes how much I long to be close to you in every way possible.”

“Channie,” Minho whispers with a shy smile, wrapping his legs around his waist. “My sweet Channie.”

Slowly, Chan pushes his dick back inside, making them both moan out shamelessly loud in pure relief. He pushes deeper with every slow drag of his hips until he's fully buried inside him, and Minho sighs contently. Chan's hand digs deep into his golden skin as he grabs his thigh and Minho clenches around him. Chan kisses down his jaw, starting a slow, gentle pace for now. “I missed you so much, baby,” he admits. “Not just back in Australia.”

“I know, love,” he assures him and soothingly fondles his head. “I missed you too, so much.”

He moans sweetly as he pushes in deeper and buries his face in his chest. “Shit, baby, you feel so good. So tight and warm for me, kitten.” Minho whimpers in response, so high and desperate it ignites a fire deep inside Chan he hadn't felt in a while. Thrusting forward, Minho's head falls back with a soft, breathy moan. “Taking me so well, kitten, fuck,” Chan tells him, the room slowly filling with the sound of their skin slapping over and over again.

“K-Keep talking,” he barely gets out, his insides burning in need already. His grip on his hair tightens and he can't stop the whimpers and tiny moans leaving him.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Chan tells him and adjusts the angle of his hips a little. “So-ohh- fucking pretty.”

His next thrust has Minho arching off the bed, mouth falling open with a loud whine and eyes fluttering close. “Ch-Channie,” is all he can say before Chan repeats the motion, making his thighs tremble. Minho turns his head, burying it in the pillow a little, and moans obscenely loud at another drag against his prostate.

“Shit, Min, I'm so close,” Chan curses, and Minho beneath him babbles some nonsense back, completely overwhelmed. “Want my kitten to come all over me.”

Minho mewls brokenly, and his eyes roll back before he tenses up with a silent scream, coating Chan's chest with his hot release. His hands twist the sheets and Chan's hair, body spasming beneath him as Chan picks up the pace, chasing his own high. Minho's high-pitched whines fill the room, mixing with Chan's desperate grunts, but he doesn't ask him to stop. “Channie,” he whines weakly. “Fill-fill me up, please.”

That's all he needs, and his body stills, shuddering heavily before painting his walls for the second time tonight. Chan's world explodes in hot pleasure before his eyes, and when he opens his eyes again, he's cuddled up safely in Minho's arms. He buries his face in his neck and plants a lazy kiss there, making Minho sigh happily.

“Shit, I missed this,” Minho whispers, and Chan hums agreeingly in response. Minho softly kisses his head and runs his hand through his hair. “We gotta clean up.”

“Just a minute,” Chan mumbles drowsily and Minho can't deny him. The way he buries himself in his body makes his heart beat faster, knowing how long it had been for Chan.

After another five minutes, he gently urges Chan to get up. Chan pushes himself up with a soft groan but picks him up and carries him to the bathroom. They clean each other up in the shower, washing their hair and spent bodies with soothing touches. Minho smiles happily at him as Chan rinses out the shampoo for him, hand running through his hair.

Chan meets his eyes, and his world stops for a moment. Small water droplets rest on his lashes, his lips wet, and his skin glistening beneath the water. His eyes are so soft and vulnerable that they stir something deep inside of him, and Chan can't fight the urge to hug him close and bury his face in his shoulder.

“You're okay?” Minho asks gently, soothingly rubbing his back and playing with the edge of his wet hair.

“Yeah,” Chan answers quietly, tears burning in his eyes.

Minho can tell by the way his voice quivers, unrecognizable to everyone who doesn't know Chan as well. He gently pulls him back and cups his face, worriedly searching his eyes. “Channie love?”

“I just…I know I haven't been easy those past few months, and I've been an asshole to you not only once,” he sniffles softly, and Minho's smile falters a little. “Sometimes it's just hard to believe you love me that much you can forget about all of it.”

“Channie,” he whispers, eyes brimming with tears. “I haven't been exactly easy to be around those past months either, have I?”

“I…thank you for giving me a home all those years ago and never leaving,” Chan tells him, lips quivering.

Minho giggles sweetly, a tear dropping down his face. “I love you so much, Channie love. So so much,” he tells him and pulls him into a loving kiss.

Chan kisses back fiercely and smiles at him. “I love you too, Minho baby.”

After getting dressed and changing the sheets, they're back in bed, facing each other. Their legs are entangled beneath the blanket, and they're as close as they can be, the tips of their noses touching. “Thank you for today,” Minho smiles shyly.

“I'm glad you liked it,” Chan smiles back just as shyly and giggles.

“How are you holding up with everything?” Minho asks gently. “You've been so focused on me lately.”

Chan soothingly squeezes his hip. “I'm glad to be back home,” he tells him kindly. “I wish she were here, but I'm okay, knowing she's getting better.”

“Mhm, I hope it won't take too long anymore,” Minho agrees and gently runs his fingers through Chan's damp curls. “But I think, given the circumstances of the past six months, we're doing well.”

Chan hums agreeingly and gives him a small, soft kiss. “Can you hold me tonight? Just hold me and don't let go?”

Minho's face softens, and he plants a tiny kiss on his forehead. “Of course.”

Two days later

Minho paces the bathroom once again, taking deep, controlled breaths. He tries to fight it all back down, all the guilt, all his worries, and fears. He just wants to be there for you, hold your hand, and comfort you like Chan is doing right now. Cursing quietly at himself he runs his hand through his hair shakily and takes another deep breath. “Man the fuck up,” he tells himself and shakily washes his hands. He rubs his face with the cold water, washing away all the tears, and dries it off with a few paper towels.

Half an hour ago, they got the call that you were awake. Chan picked him up from work and drove them here, but so far, Minho hasn't dared face you. He's been crying for you to come back to them for months, and now that it's time, he is terrified.

He stops in front of your room, hand lingering above the door handle, and hesitates. Surely, you'd hate him, right? You'd hate him for driving, for getting you into an accident. He subconsciously takes a step back, and it takes him every tiniest bit of his willpower to open the door and step inside.

Minho meets Chan's eyes as he slowly walks into the room, and Chan's face softens. He must look horrible. Inhaling softly, he turns to look at you and swallows hard, meeting your eyes. You reach out for him with tears in your eyes, and his body moves on its own. Before he knows it, he's sitting at the edge of your bed and pulls you into his arms as you start crying. He soothingly rubs your back as you allow yourself to cry for the first time since they're here. “Oh, honey,” he whispers and swallows down his tears. “I'm so sorry, my love.”

You only hold onto him tighter, shattering his heart a little. Only hours ago, he wasn't sure if you'd ever hug him again. If you'd ever really wake up even. Minho buries his face in your shoulder and soothes his mind with your scent. You're here. You'd be okay. He'd make sure of that.

Minho kisses your head and sniffles softly. “God, you're okay,” he says, and suddenly Chan's hand finds his lower back. He looks up and sees the pain in Chan's eyes, making his heart drop to his stomach. “What's wrong?” he whispers with wide eyes.

“She's okay so far,” he promises and swallows hard. “But she can't remember the last two years.” Minho looks down at you, almost a little panicked. “Which is okay because that means she remembers the first three years of our marriage and the four of us dating before. Min, that's not all bad, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods timidly as your hold on him tightens, and a sob shakes your body.

“The doctor said there's a chance it'll all come back in a few months, we can make this work,” he says, and Minho presses his lips together, eyes filling with tears rapidly. “It's okay, it's okay,” Chan says softly, and Minho whimpers his name, holding onto you tightly. Chan quickly gets up and hugs you both close, kissing Minho's head. “I promise you, it's okay, Min,” he whispers, and Minho nods, trying to calm his racing heart. “It's just the last two years, we'll make this work.”

Minho holds you tight and nods again, hiding in Chan's chest. His husband is right. They went through a lot to get here; they'd manage this. You still know who they are, you still know they love you, you just don't know what happened over the past two years. It would be okay.

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chrisbangsbf · 1 year

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Chan/Minho

Explicit | 1,058 words

Tags and Warnings: hybrids (puppy chan) trans male minho, menstruation, period sex (cunnilingus), blood + blood drinking, scent kink, coming untouched

Puppy hybrid Chan really loves when his boyfriend smells like blood.

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"Pup," Minho finally says, equal parts fond and exasperated as he glances over the top of his phone at his boyfriend.

Chan whines a soft, pathetic little noise that makes Minho body thrum with arousal.

Right now, he has Minho's knees spread wide enough to fit himself between them, nuzzling his face against his soft inner thigh with the roundest, prettiest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. He's been extra needy all day, but Minho's unfortunately been too busy to play with him. Until now, that is.

He runs his fingers through Chan's hair and smiles softly as another sweet little sound escapes his throat.

"Did you– are you bleeding? You smell so good," Chan mouths against him a little, and the warmth feels good even through a layer of cotton.

Minho nods, giggling at how observant he is. "Started this morning," he confirms. He thinks it's interesting how Chan can tell every single time Minho starts his period, even as irregular of an occurrence as it's become for him over the years.

"Wanna eat you out so bad. Can I? Please?" he begs, rocking his own hips down against the mattress desperately. Like a real puppy.

He's precious like this, Minho thinks, burying his nose against the soft fabric of Minho's shorts and sniffing directly over his crotch. The way his eyes nearly roll back into his head makes Minho's cock throb in excitement. Smirking, he hums like he's contemplating allowing Chan to do as he pleases, which only makes the other squirm from his place below him.

Inevitably, Minho can't deny that the thought of Chan's warm puppy tongue against him is a hard one to pass up.

"Gonna get all messy for me, yeah?" he says with teasing lilt to his voice, scratching at his scalp soothingly.

Chan groans, fingers eagerly tugging on the waistband of Minho's sleep shorts until he lifts his hips enough for him to slide them completely off. No matter how many times he's been up close and personal with him like this, his eyes still go wide in awe every time Minho reveals himself to him. It never fails to make him smile.

"Want that, please... wanna be messy."

Minho chuckles tiredly. "Then we'll need to get rid of this, won't we?" Under the weight of Chan's gaze, he reaches down slowly, dragging his fingertips down the length of himself until he can wrap his finger around the tampon string and tug on it. He pulls it out as slowly as possible, watching as drool slips from the corner of Chan's mouth in anticipation.

"Oh god," Chan moans out loud, even though he hasn't even gotten to touch him yet. His fingers immediately reach out to spread Minho open for a better look, tilting his head to the side. The tampon slides out, and not long after, a small trickle of blood starts leaking behind it. Chan licks his lips hungrily, and it's only a quick flick of his eyes up at Minho for permission before he's leaning forward and lapping at his slick hole like he's starved.

"There we go," Minho sighs in pleasure, spreading his legs farther as Chan's tongue licks over him in broad swipes.

He fucks his tongue inside as far as it can reach for a brief moment, slurping against him with a particularly filthy noise that raises chills down Minho's body. Minho shudders at the feeling, clenching around the warm wetness and making Chan groan up against him. He licks into him until he's relatively clean before moving up to flick pointedly over his swollen cock. Minho's grip in his hair tightens, cursing out a stuttered praise of, "good boy."

There's already red smeared all across his chin and cheeks, absolutely debauched and beautiful. All for Minho.

Minho chews on his lower lip, holding Chan's head in place as he works on his cock, sucking it between his plush lips and effectively making his head spin.

Every time he clenches, more blood oozes out of him and Chan moves to lap it up like it's soul purpose before obediently moving back to his sensitive tip, driving him closer and closer to the edge with each lick. He's a mess of spit and slick and blood, and it's exactly how he loves to be presented – how he loves to be for Minho.

"Gonna cum soon, baby," Minho hisses, exhaling hard as his knees start to shake with pleasure, "–so fucking good for me, pup. So messy."

Chan makes a muffled sound, nosing down his slit and sniffing against his hole, blood covering the tip of his beautiful, big nose. And when he comes back up and sucks hard on Minho's little cock, it makes hips arch up off the bed with a loud, shaky moan.

"Fuck– fuck, just like that– keep going, Channie," he whimpers, hips bucking up against Chan's sweet, eager mouth. And the moment his high hits him, he almost thinks he can hear Chan growl from between his legs. Minho's stomach tightens, legs locking tightly around Chan's head as he works him through it with increasingly slower and slower licks.

By the end, Minho is panting heavily and Chan is still mouthing absentmindedly at him, but focused specifically on his opening now. Not quite willing to part with his body just yet.

Minho laughs fondly, lips quirked to the side as he scratches appreciatively behind Chan's ear. "Who needs tampons when I have such a good boy like you to clean me up, huh?" he teases, not ignoring the way Chan is still rutting against the bed with choppy little thrusts.

Chan pulls away from him long enough to whine, "I'd stay right here all night if you'd let me..."

"Yeah? What if I said I'd let you?"

That must have been the extra push Chan needed to cum, because his hips stutter against the bed and he lets out a pretty moan of his own with his mouth still pressed right up between Minho's wet folds. He never quite stops moving his mouth, tongue tiredly moving against him.

The oversensitivity only bothers Minho for a minute before he's feeling the pleasure build up all over again. And if this is what Chan really wants to be doing with his Sunday night, then Minho can't find it in himself to be complaining.

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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MinChan x Reader (teaser)

!! fem!reader | suggestive Content !!

a/n: this is the teaser of a MinChan smut. The full version will be uploaded soon!!

„d-don‘t-“ you mumble against Lee knows lips as he kisses you passionately while his fingers trail over your soft body. „what baby?“ he asks as he looks you into your eyes. „we shouldn’t be doing that.“ you say while the two of you are still making out. „if you think it’s that wrong why do you grind yourself on my lap huh?“ as he says this he lays his hands on your thighs and moves them up to the beginning of your skirt. His hands moving this close to your core only makes you even wetter. You didn’t answer him anymore and just started kissing him again. Minho lays his hands on your hips and moves you higher on his lap making you sit on his hard, clothed dick. You sighed and bit your lip as you feel him under you. You started to grind again as Lee knows hands are guiding your movements. Of course it was a bad idea from the both of you to fuck at the birthday party of Chan but at this point neither of you cared about anything. The way y/n bend over teasingly revealing her soft pink panties under her skirt made Lee know go insane. They both fucked with each other now and then just for fun. Usually they‘d only do it when Lee know is alone at his dorms and y/n could come over to make him feel good but this time both of them were too touch starved to hold on until it was the right time. Was it dangerous to make out low key just around the Conor, a few steps away from the other members and a few other friends? Yeah it was.

Just as you started to unbutton Minhos clothes you two got disturbed. „Min- oh-“ you two instantly separated and looked a little shocked at the guy that disturbed you two. „Chan- it’s not-“ you stumbled while looking at him. He just leaned back onto the wall a little and smirked amused. You were pretty confused about that since you expected him to be shocked or intimidated but he wasn’t. You looked at Lee know who was looking at Chan with almost the same smirk. He then looked at you and looked you straight into your eyes. „He knows about us.“ he said with an relaxed face. „what???“ you said confused. Suddenly you could feel soft breath hit your neck before you hear Chan whispering up into ur ear „Minho told me what a cute little slut you are once someone puts you in place.“ you clenched a bit as he said that,making you shiver. „Don’t you think you could help our birthday boy and make him have a great birthday?“ Lee know said looking innocently. That was when you remembered that you once told Lee know that you‘d like to fuck two guys at the same time. You never really mentioned it but it was quiet obvious that you found Chan attractive as hell. Lee know could tell from how you‘d stare at Chan‘s hands during the dinner or how you pressed your thighs together when he was wearing cropped top and his abs were showing a bit. You just nodded slowly since your throat was too dry to get out a single word. They both grinned. Suddenly Minho picks you up and carries you to Chan‘s bedroom. Chan told Han he should tell everyone to leave and then followed Lee know upstairs. Minho laid you down on the bed while Chan closed and locked the door.

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chansbabyg · 6 months

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They have you in their possession - naked and spread on the bed. At the end of the bed are your Dom & his Sub - you overhear their conversation ...

LK: Christopher, I need you to bring her to breaking point ... make her so wet that when my hard cock stretches her pussy, it will glide easily. She is not to cum until I say.

Christopher: Yes Sir Minho I will ...

LK: If she goes past that point, you will be punished ... with her!

You feel the tension pooling in your panties ... but you dare not upset your Dom Sir Minho 😈

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kookies-kream-archive · 1 year

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We were Driving!

Where Mimo is obsessed with the way Chn drives :)

NSFW 🔞

Words - 3.6k

Status - Completed

#stray kids fanfic #fanfic #skz #skz fluff #read tags!!#hanky panky #skz smut #stray kids smut #minchan #minchan smut #piercings #down there #yep chan has a d***k piercing #bang chan #christopher bang #lee know #stray kids lee minho

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kyufessions · 2 years

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Pinky Promise

synopsis: you visit your boyfriend on his lunch break in his company’s practice room

pairings: idol boyfriend! minchan x lover! g.n. fem reader

genre: smut, 18+

warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected quickie (wrap before you tap please!), oral (f. receiving), slapping, hair pulling, usage of the word daddy + slut, scratching, lmk if i missed anything !

word count: 1.6k

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

a/n: may or may not have dreamt this, the world may never know ,, enjoy ~

just a minute ago you were greeting yeonho at the entrance of the company, and now you sat here on the window sill of the dance practice room making out with his best friend. you weren’t sure what had been going on with him lately, he’s been very touchy and generally all over you. when with his close friends, his arm was always wrapped around your waist or his hand enveloped into yours but in private he seemed to never get enough of your taste and feel. minchan had become unpredictable lately, and it drove you wild in the best way possible.

his fingers entangled themselves in your hair as his lips devoured yours, his tongue exploring your mouth as your fingernails dug into his back underneath his white tank. the sweat trickled down his back after his consistent two hour dance practice with his members, making your insides churn and thighs clench together. but not before long he takes one of his hands and spreads your legs apart, making a small whimper fall from your lips.

he pulled away, his lips plump and moist with your taste. his forehead laid against yours as his eyes remained closed, attempting to regulate his breathing pattern. “what’s wrong baby?” his lips spread into a smirk, knowing exactly why you were making those noises for him. his fingers dragged down past the waistband of your sweatpants and trailed down to your folds, chuckling lowly at the wet patch you’ve managed to accumulate.

“so wet already and i haven’t even shown you how much i’ve been needing you.” he whispered into your ear, pushing his thumb down towards your clothed hole and causing you to squirm in his grip.

his other hand that was tangled in your hair grabbed the back of your neck, forcing you to look him in the eyes so he could see your facial expression as he shoved his index finger inside of you. a rather loud gasp filled the room, your mouth hanging open at just his one finger filling you. the feeling of your walls swallowing in his finger made minchan’s boxers feel a bit tighter, missing how well you took even a singular finger of his. he devilishly smiled at your facial expression, seeing your dark eyes fill with subtle pleasure as he pumped into you at a teasing pace.

you bit down on your lip at the pace, grabbing his arm impatiently before speaking. “go faster, please.” you pleaded, digging your nails into his skin.

he tsk’d at your desperation, finding it quite adorable. you really thought asking him would simply get you what you wanted, though you should know that’ll never be the case. “what’s my name?”

“minchan, please.” you begged, shooting him puppy eyes as you spoke.

he tugged on your hair harder, causing a small moan to leave your mouth. “wrong, baby. you know my name very well, stop acting like you don’t.”

you felt his middle finger tease your entrance, awaiting for you to call his actual name. “daddy, daddy please.” you whined, biting down on your cheek as you impatiently waited for his finger to enter you.

hearing the name leave your mouth, he decided to give you what you so desperately wanted. he slipped in another finger and quickened his pace, his thumb rubbing on your thumb at the same pace to bring you closer to orgasm. watching your face contort with pleasure always drove him wild, staring at your open mouth and imagining it wrapped around his cock. but today would be different since neither of you had much time, minchan purposely staying back from lunch with his members to have time to stuff you with his cock instead of stuffing his face with food.

you attempted to throw your head back from the overwhelming pleasure but were stopped by minchan, his hand forcing you to look at him as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “are you close baby? you feel like it.” he teased, fastening his pace as profanities fell from your mouth. all you could do was nod slowly as your nails dug deeper into his arm, causing small reddening crescents to form into his skin.

before you knew it, just as you were feeling that familiar warm feeling approaching in the pit of your stomach, minchan’s fingers exited your hole. your eyes widened at the empty feeling, shooting him a glare at his playful grin. “are you fucking serious, hong min-“

before you could even finish your sentence, he started to lift you up by your ass and pull down your sweatpants along with your underwear in one quick motion. you gripped onto his arm for balance as he pulled you closer to the edge of the window sill, watching as he pulled down his pants and boxers with his other hand. you noticed as he was about to spit into his hand to wet his member, but you grabbed his wrist before he could do so and decided to spit into it yourself as you stared at him down. you noticed his the tips of his ears turn red at the sight of your actions, his lip being bit down on by his teeth as he watched your every move.

you smiled proudly as he used his hand to wet his dick, stroking himself a couple of times before lining himself by your entrance and teasing your folds with his tip. his other hand made its way into your hair again, pulling on it to make you stare into his eyes once again so he could watch your expressions as he pounded into you.

“you’re such a slut, you know that?” he spoke, placing messy kisses along your jawline with soft nibbles.

all you could do was smirk as you let out heavy sighs, moving your hand to his bicep and running your nails along his skin. “only for you, daddy.” you whispered into his ear as it passed you by.

and with that little response, he pulled his face back before shoving himself fully in you. you let out the loudest moan, a small ‘fuck’ leaving your lips afterwards. minchan let out low groans as his hips collided with yours at a fast pace, not allowing you to get used to his size. he watched as a single tear left your eye, the feeling being both pleasurable and painful. but you didn’t care because you could do this all day if given the opportunity; he knew exactly how to drive you over the edge and you loved every second of it.

he brought his hand up to your face to cup your cheek, the tear falling into his palm as he did so. “look at you, crying already and all i did was shove my cock in you.” he lightly slapped your face, making you smile dumbly at the sensation it brought upon you. he felt your walls clench around him when he did that, letting out a quick chuckle mixed with a moan. “you like being treated like a dumb little slut, huh?”

you nodded, letting out a small moan as he kept up with his consistent pace. what you didn’t expect was for him to lift your legs up, placing them around his waist and going back to pounding you at a different angle that hit just the right spot. you threw your head back at the new position, gripping harder onto his bicep and your breathing becoming more heavy as you felt yourself becoming close again. and you could tell minchan was close too at how much louder his moans seemed to be getting and how his dick twitched inside of you more than once.

moans of each other's names filled the soundproof dance studio, the only other sound being of your wet pussy being drilled into by minchan relentlessly. “come with me baby, be a good slut for daddy.” was all he said to make you come undone on his member. you happily did as he said, coating his dick with your release and him following suit right after. his load filled your hole, some of it dripping as he released more than expected. he continued to move into you through both of your highs, slowing down as he started to become exhausted.

minchan pulled out of you slowly, watching as his coated dick drip of your mixed juices and become soft again. you sat there for a moment, regaining your thoughts before jumping down to your feet and pulling up your pants before anyone could see what you both just partook in. as you turned around to the side, you noticed minchan on the floor with napkins cleaning up whatever had dripped onto the floor. you watched as he did so, leaning against the window sill with your elbow and taking small sips of your water.

he looked over at you as he finished, standing up and walking over to the trash can to throw out the evidence. he quickly shuffled over to you, wrapping you into his arms and spinning you around dramatically. you giggled into his chest, subconsciously wrapping your arms around his neck to hold onto him tight. he soon let you down on your feet, smiling down at you happily.

you smiled back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “what’s been up with you lately, min?” you asked him, cupping his cheek in your hand and rubbing small circles into his temple.

“what do you mean?”

you shrugged, cocking your head to the side. “you’ve been extra touchy-feely lately.”

he nodded, peppering tiny kisses across your face before deciding to reply. watching how flustered you got when he did so made his heart do flips- he just couldn’t get enough. “i’ve been a bit jealous is all.”

you giggled, shaking your head at the confession. “you’ve got nothing to worry about, pinky promise.” you held out your pinky towards your boyfriend, watching as he linked your pinky with his without hesitation.

he kissed both your pinkies, smiling as he did so. “pinky promise.”

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minchanchivo · 1 month

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Unforgettable Moment 🐺🐰

https://x.com/mnchnknow?t=xaX7TwHGBmrTmN4SnCCzBA&s=09

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tasteracha · 7 months

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kinktober - day thirteen

kink: camcorder with minho ft. chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. threesome (kind of), chan is a perv, afab!reader, teensy bit of manipulation

chan didn’t think this would happen when he asked minho to borrow his camcorder a couple days ago - all he wanted was to record some practice videos to upload to youtube. he didn’t think before he took it, didn’t think before he looked through minho’s old footage of his dancing that he keeps for memories, didn’t think before watching what he watched.

it was a video of you. and minho.

in his defense, the storage on the memory card was almost full and chan was just looking for something that could be deleted to free up space - and wouldn’t minho check the storage to see if there was anything he didn’t want chan seeing first? if anything, this is minho’s fault.

sure, it’s minho’s fault that chan is one second away from jerking off to the sight of you getting fucked into oblivion by his best friend, the grainy pixels leaving little to nothing to his imagination. your moans sound tinny from the low quality speakers, minho’s grunts accenting the sounds coming from your mouth as he fucks you up against the studio mirrors. your breath is fogging up from where your face is pressed against the glass, sweaty handprints from the both of you staining the surface. minho better have cleaned those mirrors after that, chan’s delirious mind supplies as he continues watching the footage he should have turned off minutes ago.

the video is from the same angle as their dance practices, the same walls on display and oh fuck chan doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his entire life. that’s the room that he dances in, he’s leaned up against that exact mirror, panting and overexerted, he’s been yelled at by minho for messing up the choreography in that exact place.

he tries. he tries so hard to forget what he saw, to get the image of you shaking apart when you came out of his head. to stop thinking about the way your skin went white from where minho was gripping it. to restrain from gripping his cock in his hand under his blanket with his eyes screwed shut and the symphony of your combined noises playing in his head like a song he couldn’t get off of repeat.

but how could he when he had to go back into that rehearsal room just a few days later to practice? what excuse could he possibly give his members about why he wanted to switch rooms from this one? the room that’s full of their most precious memories, full of laughter and tears and piles of sweaty cuddles on the floor? no, he couldn’t. what he could do was avoid that spot like it was poisonous, standing on the farthest edge of the room after practice was over, chugging water and thinking about how you both have probably fucked on the floor there, or those couches, or by the closet door.

he doesn’t notice you at first, sliding into the room to hand minho a cold water bottle and press a kiss to his cheek. the other members were slowly trickling out, passing tired greetings to you as they shuffled past, eager to go home and shower. when only minho and him were left, you went to approach him only to find his eyes already on you, glazed over at you but not really seeing.

he looks at you and all he can see is the way you were pressed up against the glass, your tits squished but somehow still bouncing, the screwed up features of your face when you were overwhelmed in pleasure. all he can hear are those metallic sounding moans, all he can feel is the urge to fall at your feet-

“bang chan,” minho snaps, jerking chan out of his fantasy. “where is my camera? you’ve had it for a while, i wanted to record the new choreography.”

“oh!” chan is starting to panic, he didn’t think that minho would ask after the camcorder so soon. he didn’t have time to prepare, didn’t have the energy to create an excuse. “there was too much storage on it, so i didn’t get to record what i wanted and i forgot to ask you about it.”

he’s biting his tongue now, cursing himself for saying too much. couldn’t he just have said he would give it back tomorrow?

“i didn’t think about the storage,” minho starts, not sounding like he had anything to hide. did he truly not know about what he had left on that camera for chan to find? “did you see anything interesting?”

he knows. he knows. chan is beginning to sweat, he can feel it in his hair and under his arms and he wants to bury a hole by his feet so he can jump into it and never climb out.

“haha, no,” he says, packing up the rest of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at minho. or you, who’s been silent since you walked in, watching him carefully. for all he wasn’t scared of minho and his adorably empty threats, he was terrified of you. “i didn’t even look. just saw that the storage was full, you know?”

he sounds awkward. he is awkward, right now.

“chan,” you trail a finger down his arm, speaking for the first time since you arrived and he’s gone, your touch leaving raised hairs in your wake. you should be angry, you should be livid, why are you touching him like that- “come over tonight to mine would you? we wanted to have you over for a while, minho wanted to cook for you. and you can give him the camera back then.”

“oh,” chan is sure that his face is flushed completely red by now, but he nods anyways. “sure! i’m free tonight. i’ll be there at seven? or whenever is good for you, i’m free. wait, i said that already-”

“perfect,” minho purrs, taking one of your hands in his and laying the other on chan’s shoulder. “seven is perfect. see you then, chan.”

he gets to your place early and sits in his car for 30 minutes, chewing at his fingernails and tapping his leg at an alarming pace. the more he thinks about it the more he overthinks - did they just want to yell at you in private instead of at the company building? did they really not know? what if he confessed and they didn’t know? what if they never speak to you again?

he has to take several deep breaths before leaving his car, and again before he knocks on your door. he’s ushered in by you, bright smiles on yours and minho’s faces as you take the camera out of his hands, and by the time he has a glass of wine in his hand and he’s sitting on the couch while minho puts the finishing touches on dinner he’s almost fully relaxed. he’s been here so many times, your apartment being a refuge to all the boys when they wanted to get away from the dorms for a bit. this is normal.

“let me put something on for us to watch,” you say at the same time minho asks chan if he wanted more wine, and you sneak the camcorder towards the tv while chan was distracted, sniping at minho that no he doesn’t want a second glass he’s not even halfway through the first one. you plug it in, smiling when it connected to the right input immediately. you scroll through the files, fingers calm on the remote even though you were shaking in anticipation inside. when you get to the right file you click on it, turning up the volume.

the image of you and minho takes over the tv, sounds coming out of the tv in a much better quality than what chan had been used to. his head whips towards the tv, wine forgotten and eyes wide as he takes in the video that you put on.

“what?” he asks, almost in a gasp as his eyes flicker back and forth between the tv, you, and minho, who had finally exited the kitchen and joined you in the living room.

“we thought since you loved it so much, we would watch it together,” minho explains, much more casually than one should be when playing a video of them fucking their girlfriend in front of their best friend. “why, is something wrong?”

“i-”, chan cuts himself off, panic choking his voice. “i’m so sorry-”

“hey,” you move towards him, sitting against his side and taking one of his hands in both of yours. “that isn’t what this is about. we don’t mind, okay?”

“we couldn’t let him sputter on for a bit more?” minho pouts, crossing his arms at you. “it was funny.”

“min, be nice,” you scold, smiling at chan.

“channie, i would have beat you up when i found out if i wanted to,” minho relents, siting on chan’s other side, sandwiching him between you both. “she likes that you watched it. i like it. okay? just relax and be good for us.”

minho’s words wash over chan, leaving him in a sort of daze. be good for us, minho had said. he could do that, chan was so good at being good. he melts against the couch, the heat from both of your bodies enveloping him as he takes in the video he’s seen over and over already.

“you planned this?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized.

“of course i did,” minho scoffs, squeezing one of chan’s thighs in his warm hand. “you think i would just let you watch that without planning it? i’m not that stupid.”

you’re not, but maybe i am, chan thinks, and he only realizes that he said it out loud when you start giggling and lean your head into his shoulder to hide your laughter.

he wants to retort, to somehow defend himself, but then video-minho changes his angle and starts fucking video-you even harder than before and whatever words were in his throat stayed behind the lump there.

“do you want to do that to her?” minho asks, hand trailing up chan’s thigh, leaving behind phantom pinpricks of sensation. he lets his blunt nails rake over chan’s leg, the delicate material of his workout pants providing no protection.

“can i?” chan breathes out, looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

“please,” you wiggle your legs open a bit, a clear invitation. his hand comes to rest on your thigh and it’s so big, so much bigger than minho’s. he slides it up, to the hem of your oversized shorts, dipping his fingers closer to your panties and -

he stops.

“but, i also want…” he ducks his head down, trying to hide his flush before glancing at minho through his lashes. minho’s brow furrows, confusion clear on his face before he puts it together.

“oh, my channie,” he coos, running a hand through chan’s hair. “we can do that too, i promise. but my girl has been waiting so long for you, you don’t want to make her wait even longer, do you?”

chan shakes his head, entire body swaying with the force of it, reenergized by minho’s promise of more. he turns towards you and you feel your breath leave your body as you turn weighless for a moment, landing back on earth to find yourself straddling chan’s lap.

“you’re strong,” you praise, feeling up his biceps as you get comfy in his lap, ignoring minho’s indignant yelp next to you. chan beams up at you, both of his hands cupping your ass and using it as leverage to pull you closer into him. his dick is hard in his pants, poking against your crotch, and you both let out lewd moans when you grind into him a bit. he glances at minho, a little insecure and still kind of uncomfortable, but minho just pulls him in and kisses him deeply. it’s a sight to see, like a movie playing out right in front of your eyes, the love of your life and his best friend making out right in front of you. chan tenses a bit but melts into the couch even faster, letting minho lead him into blissful submission as he cups his face and moves it right how he wants it.

when they part, chan’s lips are cherry red and so wet, glistening in the light from the lamps decorating the room. you can’t help but kiss him too, licking minho’s essence off of him and reveling in the way he bucks up into you like he can’t help it.

chan slides his lips to the right, peppering kisses to the corner of your lips, across your jaw and down your neck. he sucks at the spot right under your ear that makes you see stars, heat bursting in your lower belly. he was utterly intoxicated by your scent, your clean, floral body wash taking over his senses until he was all but panting into your neck.

it almost hurts to pull back from him, it’s like a stab right to your heart when he makes a wounded noise at the loss of contact, but you need more from him. any thoughts that you might have had of seducing him, of wining and dining him and showing him how much you really wanted him, died out once you felt his hands on you. you’ve been crushing on this man for almost as long as you’ve been crushing on minho, and you weren’t going to give this opportunity any time to ruin itself; you knew chan, knew how his self-consciousness and second-guessing worked, and if you wanted him you needed to take him now before he changed his mind.

you reach for the drawstring on his pants, pulling it open and sticking your hand in, rubbing him through his boxers. next time you’d have more decorum, you’d suck him off until he was right on the edge and make him sob when you refuse to let him come, you’d let him fuck you into the mattress and let him pin you down, but not right now.

“on the couch?” chan asks, eyes wide as they flicker back and forth between you and minho.

“you know we’ve done it in worse places,” minho says, humor lining his words as the lust takes over his eyes at the thought of what was about to happen. a burst of affection takes over you as you look at him, your perfect soulmate who understood you and your desires and shared them with you like you shared everything else.

“never knew you were such an exhibitionist,” chan snipes back at him, gasping when you tug him out of his pants and boxers, the stretch of his waistband making it easy. you only have to stroke him a few times until he’s fully hard, his cock red and leaking where it curves into his lower belly.

“minho, help me,” you ask, blinking at minho through your eyelashes, and he knows what you want immediately; he hooks his fingers through your shorts and panties at once, pulling them down to your knees, just far down enough for you to be able to rub your bare pussy against chan’s cock.

“god, you’re so wet,” he curses, throwing his head back and sighing in time with the movement of your hips.

“for you, channie,” your voice cracks when his cock catches on your clit, and both of them are smart enough not to say anything about it. minho moves though, ever impatient, and lines chan’s cock up against your hole with practiced ease.

“thought about this a lot, did you?” you tease, knowing very well that both of you thought about this a little too much, sharing fantasies in hushes whispers when you were supposed to be asleep. .

minho clicks his tongue and presses himself up behind you, still fully clothed even though his dick was rock hard in his jeans. he places his hands on your hips and pushes you into chan, driving his cock deep into you. you collapse against chan’s chest, a surprised yelp leaving you at the unexpected fullness. chan echoes you, burying his face into your neck with a shudder.

“tease me again and see what i’ll do,” he says darkly, hands still in a death grip on your waist. you take his threat for what it is, knowing that he would follow through with his words, and you start grinding into chan in slow circles. his hands circle your waist, fingers tangled with minho as they let you set the pace.

“please,” chan whimpers, his breath tickling your neck. you want to tease him so badly, but how could you when he asked so politely? you shift your knees further onto the couch, gaining leverage so you could lift your hips higher up. you drop back down onto him and you both moan in unison.

you lift back up and drop down, again and again and again, finding a rhythm that fits both of you perfectly. it’s like a dance, moves that feel practiced and eased, spurred on by minho’s soft whispered praises towards the both of you. the video playing on the tv had reached its end, and every sound coming from you was heightened.

“what a pretty show, all for me,” minho moves away and finally takes his cock out of his jeans, fisting it and immediately starting to stroke himself off at a fast pace. you can’t see him, you miss the warmth of him against your back, but chan can’t take his eyes off of him, transfixed by the sight of his best friend jerking himself off to him and you as you’re bouncing on top of him.

you’re shaking apart on top of chan before you realize it, orgasm taking over you as you continue to ride him. you clench around him hard, and he’s spilling into you a second later, jerky little thrusts shaking your body on top of his. minho curses as he comes a moment later, too keyed up to extend his pleasure for long. this wasn’t about him anyways; at least, not this time.

you lift off of chan with a hiss, sending him a look of sympathy when he shivers in overstimulation. you don’t make it far, pulling him down to lay against you, your back pressed up against his front. both of your pants are still halfway off, but you can’t be bothered to care right now - you’re utterly exhausted, even from just one orgasm.

the both of you barely register minho draping a blanket over you before settling on the floor in front of you, leaning his head on the couch right by where chan’s hands were around your stomach. it’s so domestic, the three of you drifting towards one another so naturally that it just feels right. later, you’d get up and eat the now-cold dinner minho had painstakingly prepared, but for now you were content to lay in comfortable quiet.

“wait,” chan breaks the silence, and you have to resist the urge to groan at him. “how did you know that i watched it? what if the storage really was just full?”

“please, you’re too obvious,” minho teases, voice soft and drowsy, and you can hear the smile in it. “plus, you were watching it in the dorms, idiot. you’re lucky it wasn’t jeongin that caught you.”

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catiuskaa · 3 months

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reggaeton & champagne.

PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan

SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.

REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3

CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.

WC: 2.3k

A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)

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The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.

It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.

Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.

And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.

You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.

The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.

Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.

One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.

Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.

“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.

You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.

Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.

“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.

Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.

They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.

“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.

“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.

With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.

“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.

The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.

“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”

His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.

Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.

“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”

You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.

“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”

And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.

You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.

Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.

“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.

“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.

“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist.

“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.

His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.

The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.

You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.

He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.

Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.

He smiled, and you held back a frown.

“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

…

yikes.

That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.

The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.

The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.

“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.

You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.

Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.

If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.

He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.

“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.

Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.

The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.

Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.

Huh?

“All those for you?”

Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.

He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.

And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.

So he helped you by slapping them off your body.

As ‘gently’ as he could.

“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.

Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.

“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”

Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.

“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”

Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.

One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.

“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.

“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”

Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.

“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.

Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.

“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”

Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.

As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.

Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.

“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.

With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.

“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.

“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.

“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.

“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.

Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.

“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.

They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.

There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.

“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.

“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.

You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.

Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.

“What do you want to eat, kitten?”

You snickered.

“I want to have ramen.”

~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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I’m not sure if you do anything without reader, but I had this kind of crazy thought. You don’t have to answer this if you’re uncomfortable, because it’s a little weird I guess. What about dom Chan and dom Minho with sub Felix, and Felix is never allowed to touch himself without permission? One day, Chan and Minho go out, and come back to see Felix desperately humping his Leebit plushie with Wolfchan in his mouth and there’s just drool and cum everywhere 👀 What do you think they’d do to punish him?

Technically I wasn't touching

Pairing: Felix x Chan x Minho / Minchanlix

Word Count: 4982

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, sub!felix, dom!minho, dom!chan, edging, begging, felix doesn't do well with punishment, angst, soft!anxious!min, soft!chan, needy!lix, blindfold, daddy kink (Chanlix), color system

A/N: This got longer than expected😂 It gets a little angsty in the end, but it ends on a happy note. I hope you enjoy it🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Felix wanders through the now very empty apartment and sighs softly to himself. Minho and Chan left for their date night about an hour ago, promising him cuddles and kisses once they’d be back. It’s nothing unusual that two of them are out for separate dates once in a while. It’s a little tradition they’ve started early on to give each pairing in their throuple the chance to spend some quality time together. But with his hyungs gone, Felix started to get bored very quickly, and scrolling through his phone wasn’t his brightest idea.

Seeing all those pictures and edits of his boyfriends only made him long for them to care for him in every way possible. He misses Minho’s hand gripping his hair, his doe eyes watching him with such a fire it took his breath away every time. He misses Chan’s hands, bruising his skin as he pounds into him, whispering the dirtiest shit to him. He misses Minho’s tongue abusing his needy little hole, fucking him stupid in the most mindblowing positions. He misses Chan cornering him against a wall, making him hold back his whimpers and moans in public. Fuck, he really misses his boyfriends.

Felix grumbles softly to himself and makes his way to their shared bedroom, throwing himself into bed. He notices his two plushies comfortably seated against the pillow and frowns softly. Taking Leebit, he smells Minho’s signature cologne. Curiously, he grabs Wolfchan, being met with Chan’s cologne now. “Idiots,” he says fondly and presses the plushies to his face, inhaling the scent of his boyfriends. Felix fumbles for his phone and debates texting his boyfriends for a moment.

Felix stares at the screen for another ten minutes, and his frustration grows with every passing minute. Of course, they wouldn’t text back. They were having a date. He shifts on the mattress, and his dick rubs against the crumpled blanket beneath him. A soft little moan escapes his lips at the feeling, and he bites his lower lip hard. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t. He promised them.

But…he wasn’t actually touching himself like that, right?

Felix repeats the movement of his hips, and a heavy sigh falls from his lips at the needed friction. He blushes at how loud he sounds in the empty apartment and buries his face further into his Wolfchan, stifling the following noise escaping him. He doesn’t fully know what makes him do so, but it doesn’t take long, and he’s shoving Leebit beneath his body, lifting his hips and grinding down against the plushie, crying out in relief as it finally creates the friction he needs. Felix hastily pushes down his pants and boxers, grinding down against the plushie eagerly.

Chan giggles, seeing the message from Felix as Minho went to the bathroom. He rolls his eyes playfully and decides to wait for his boyfriend. Minho comes back after a moment, looking as beautiful as ever. His dark pants and shirt hug him in all the right places. His sleeves are rolled up a little, giving Chan a delicious view of Minho’s beautiful arms and elegant hands. A silver bracelet on his left wrist matches the necklace peeking through the unbuttoned collar. A few rings decorate his fingers, and Chan can’t stop himself from staring as he makes his way to the table.

Minho sits down, blowing a strand of his currently black hair from his face, and tilts his head at Chan, rather amused. “You’re done staring?”

“At you? Never,” he smiles softly, and Minho’s amusement yields to a soft blush covering his cheeks. “I know I’ve told you before, but you look very handsome tonight.”

“Thank you,” he smiles sheepishly. “You look stunning yourself, Channie love.” He really does. Chan’s wearing a black suit, refraining from wearing a shirt beneath the jacket, giving Minho a perfect view of his neck adorned with the small bracelet. A pair of silver earrings highlight his dark hair, a few strands falling beautifully into his forehead. Minho’s eyes wander further down, making him smile as he spots the bracelet matching his own. “How’s our sunshine?” he asks curiously. “How you giggled at your phone when I left can only mean he texted.” Chan snorts softly at how well Minho knows him and shows him the text message.

Sunshine💛: I really miss you guys🥺❤️ can I touch myself, pretty please?

A soft smirk settles on Minho’s lips, and he raises his eyebrows at Chan. “Already?”

“Well, it’s been two weeks,” he laughs.

“Of course, it has been,” Minho rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair comfortably. “I told him it would if he keeps acting up, which he did.”

“Should we release him tonight?” Chan suggests, and Minho picks up his drink, glancing at him amused.

“Gosh, you’re such a softie,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “Fine, we can,” he gives in, a mischievous glint shimmering in his chocolate orbs. “It’s not like I didn’t miss those pretty little whimpers.”

“Me too,” he smirks and unlocks his phone. “So, no touching until then.”

Minho hums softly and finishes his drink. “Let’s go?”

“Someone’s impatient,” he giggles.

“I miss my Lixie,” he pouts at him, and Chan types a quick message.

Channie hyung🖤: Patience, baby boy, we’ll be home soon🖤

After paying, Chan intertwines his hand with Minho’s, strolling out of the restaurant with him. “Let’s see what our good boy is doing, huh?”

Minho giggles softly as he closes the door, and Chan pulls him into a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, making a soft sound as Chan bites his lower lip teasingly. “Okay, come on, let’s…,” his voice trails off as he hears it. “Is he? Fucks sake, Felix,” he growls quietly and pushes past Chan toward their bedroom.

Chan follows him, and his eyes widen as soon as they enter the doorframe. Felix is fully undressed on his knees in the middle of their bed. His long, blond hair falls around his head messily, partly sticking to his sweaty forehead. Chan needs a moment to comprehend that Felix is biting down on his Wolfchan plushie to stifle the sinful noises leaving his mouth.

Minho blinks, stunned at the sight of Felix eagerly grinding down against something. Drool is dripping down his chin from biting on the plushie, and there’s cum all over his pretty thighs and stomach. The sight alone makes him hard but fuels his anger before he can do anything against it. That definitely went against their rules and agreements.

Chan’s lips part with a groan as he realizes what exactly Felix is so desperately humping, and he involuntarily grips Minho’s hip tightly. “You have to be kidding me,” he says out loud, and Felix flinches at the sound of his voice, staring at them with wide eyes.

Minho closes the distance and grabs his chin, freeing Wolfchan from his mouth and glaring down at him. “Felix,” he says dangerously low.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers with wide eyes, fear spreading through his body in an addictive rush. “Please.”

“Please, what, baby?” Minho spits out. “One rule. One rule, and you can’t keep it. Why?”

“I-I got needy, and you-you didn’t respond, and I thought-” he starts out, growing smaller beneath Minho’s firm gaze.

“Thought what? That we wouldn’t notice you were touching yourself without our permission?” he asks sharply.

“Technically, I wasn’t touching,” he mumbles, and Minho’s gaze hardens.

“Technically, you fucked up no matter how you put this,” he snorts.

“I just thought-”

“Wrong thought, pretty boy,” Chan chimes in from behind, slowly stepping next to Minho to avoid Felix agitating him even more. “I thought we could trust you with this,” he says, clearly disappointed, shattering Felix’s heart.

“Channie babe,” he whispers nervously.

“Nah, don’t try to sweet talk now, you messed up,” he shakes his head.

“I missed you two so much,” he tries, eyes getting teary. “I swear I didn’t mean to; I just needed to...”

“You’ve been a brat, which is why. And now you’re being an even bigger brat than before,” Minho reminds him and huffs at him. “Look at the mess you made,” he groans.

“Get up,” Chan says calmly, and Felix’s eyes widen, realizing why. His eyes flicker to Minho, and there’s a pleading look in them as they meet Chan’s again. “I won’t say it again.”

He does, and Minho’s jaw drops, spotting Leebit beneath his boyfriend. “And you traumatized Leebit in the process!”

Chan has to bite back a laugh at that and gently nudges Minho, who also bites back a grin. “God, look at you getting so desperate you’re fucking our plushies.”

“Under any other circumstances, I might’ve found it adorable,” Minho adds, sighing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Please, I’ll do everything,” Felix starts begging, staring at them with wide, teary eyes. “I promise to be good; I didn’t want to make you mad.”

“Oh, sunshine,” Minho sighs and cups his cheek, soothingly brushing his thumb across his cheekbone. “You do realize we have to punish you now for breaking our rules, right?”

Felix swallows softly but nods compliantly.

“You’ll be a good boy and take it?” Chan asks, growing a little softer for a moment as well. Felix nods eagerly and folds his hands in his lap. “Speak up, Lix.”

“I’ll be a good boy, daddy,” he nods, and Chan seems to be satisfied.

“Such a shame, right before we would've taken care of you,” Chan sighs.

“I didn't know,” Felix pouts softly.

Minho laughs at him. “If you wouldn't have been busy humping my plushie, you would've gotten our message.”

“Oh,” he whispers, clearly embarrassed, and Minho seems to have a little pity on him, cupping his face and planting a quick kiss on top of his hair.

“God, look at the mess you made,” he laughs and brushes back his sweaty hair for him, humming softly as Felix leans into his touch. “Channie love, can you get a towel or something?” Chan nods agreeingly and walks to the adjoined bathroom. Minho gently wipes away the drool from his chin with his thumb and sighs softly, looking down at him, yearning for his simple touch. “Was it really that bad that you couldn’t wait?”

Felix lowers his gaze. “I just really missed your touch.”

“Well, stop being such a tease then; you know I don’t joke around when I tell you there’ll be consequences,” he laughs gently and thanks Chan silently, taking the towel from him. He wipes his face first before cleaning his stomach and thighs. Minho pushes him onto the mattress more or less gently, pinning his hands down and tilting his head at him with a smirk. “Now. What will it be?” he asks, and Felix swallows softly. “We could use you until we’re both satisfied,” he suggests, and Felix’s pupils darken at the thought. “But maybe we’ll just make you watch instead,” Minho adds, and there’s a fearful flicker in Felix’s chocolate eyes at that idea. “Maybe I’ll let your beloved daddy fuck me stupid instead, and you can’t do anything but watch and long it’s you.”

Chan smirks at that thought and steps behind Minho, wrapping his arms around his waist, hand running down his stomach, cupping him through his pants. Minho moans sinfully, purely to tease Felix with the idea. Chan buries his nose in his neck and kisses him sweetly, pulling him back against his body fiercely. “Maybe we’ll blindfold him, and he can listen only, kitten.”

Minho smirks, licking his lips, and melts into Chan’s so familiar firm touch. “Would you like that, baby boy?” he asks teasingly, pressing back against his hyung. Chan shudders against him, clearly worked up already as well.

“No, please,” Felix whimpers, squirming on the bed as his boyfriends gaze down at him amused.

Felix scrambles onto his knees and nods quickly. “Yes, Minho hyung, I can do that,” he answers, almost crying with relief at the thought of getting stuffed to the brim by Chan.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you,” Minho snickers and lets go of his wrists, reaching back to tangle his hand in Chan’s hair. “I’m all in with the blindfold,” he nods, and Felix gulps nervously. “You had a long day; he should make it up to you first,” he continues and soothingly scratches Chan’s hair. “Felix,” he speaks up firmly, and Felix’s wide eyes meet his expectantly. “I want you to take care of our Channie hyung, you hear me? No touching for you, you won’t touch Chan, you won’t touch yourself.”

“You won’t cum until I say so,” he continues, and Felix shudders softly. That would be rough, given the pure need spreading through his veins like wildfires. “We’ll see how we go from there.”

“Okay,” he nods and glances at them, unsure about the next move.

“Well, prepare yourself, sunshine,” Minho urges.

“But, I-,” he stammers, heart sinking. He really hoped Minho would at least eat him out or Chan’s fingers would stretch his hole so perfectly.

“You were so eager to get things done yourself only minutes ago; you’ll manage,” Minho says and turns in Chan’s hold, giving him a firm kiss. He roams his hands down his body, squeezing his bum and smirking as he feels Chan growing hard against him, straining against the fabric of his pants. Minho fumbles them open and slips his hand into his pants, wrapping it around Chan’s dick and stroking him lovingly. “Let’s see if our boy can finish the job, huh,” he says, and Chan’s lips part with a soft groan at the obscene noise leaving Felix’s mouth as he pushes the first finger inside.

Felix whimpers as he stretches himself out enough to take Chan later and blushes heavily at the hungry but adoring looks his boyfriends give him. He spreads his legs for them to give them a better view and shivers as he notices Minho stroking Chan.

Only a little later, Minho has fully undressed Chan, and he’s on his back, guiding Felix into his lap. A mutual relief floods their systems as Chan is buried fully in Felix’s tight heat. Minho climbs onto the bed behind Felix, getting on his knees between Chan’s legs and pulling out a piece of fine silk. “Relax, alright?” he asks Felix, who nods quickly, dying to move. Minho covers his eyes, tying the fabric behind his head, and ensures it’s in place. “Too tight?” he checks in.

“No, it’s fine,” Felix assures him, taking a deep breath at his loss of sight.

“You know your colors, baby boy?” he asks, and Felix nods quickly. “We can stop or take a break whenever you need to, remember?”

“Yes, hyung,” he says sweetly, and Minho gently squeezes his shoulders.

“You can start moving then,” he says, and Felix experimentally lifts his hips before sinking back down onto him. Chan’s head drops back into the pillow at this, and pleasure slowly floods his face, increasing with every roll of Felix’s hips. Minho stays behind Felix to mirror the situation and chuckles when Chan soon gets a little frustrated, ever needy for more.

“Lix,” Chan groans. “Stop being sloppy, you're usually not that shy,” he curses softly, and Felix whines in response.

Minho gently slaps his butt. “Come on, pretty boy.”

“Can’t,” Felix whimpers, and looking a little closer, Minho notices how hard his thighs are trembling already.

“Felix,” Minho says, and Felix fears the worst already until his hyung starts laughing. “Please tell me you didn't spend your all on Leebit and have nothing left for Chan.”

“I-uh,” he stammers, eyes brimming with tears behind the blindfold. “I'm sorry.”

“God, you're such a dumb baby,” Chan laughs, now knowing what's the issue. “So needy you're too tired now. Well, you'll have to take your punishment then.”

Minho giggles as Chan plants his feet on the mattress, grabbing Felix's hips. “No touching,” he reminds him as Felix wants to steady himself on Chan's chest. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around him, letting him lean against him.

Felix shudders at Minho's hands lingering on his skin, suddenly very aware of him behind him. He can feel his breath ghosting over the back of his neck, warm hands resting on his stomach. The fabric of Minho's shirt feels nice against his bare skin, and he can't bite back a soft moan at the feeling. “Minho hyung,” he whimpers, and Minho chuckles, teasingly roaming his hands all over his stomach and up to his chest. At the same time, Chan sets a fast, harsh pace that has him bouncing on top of him. Felix can't do much besides moaning and babbling nonsense, head dropping back against Minho's shoulder weakly.

“Dumb baby can't even finish the job on his own,” Chan growls at him, his grip on his hips bruising. His head falls back in pure bliss as Felix clenches around him with a whimper, and Minho gently rubs his thigh. “God, Felix, you're so tight,” he groaned.

“Such a good boy, making our Channie hyung feel so good,” Minho praises him, fingers brushing over his nipples.

“Minho, please,” he whimpers.

“Please, what?” Minho asks patiently, hand only running down to his lower abdomen and stopping right before where he needed him most.

“I'm so close,” he whimpers.

“No, no, no cumming until I say so, Lixie boy,” he shakes his head. “You've been a bad little boy, and our hardworking Channie hyung deserves to feel good. So you'll wait like the good boy you promised to be.”

Chan moans out about as loud at his praise as Felix does at his scolding. “Fuck, kitten,” he curses and pounds up in him. “He feels so good.”

Minho smirks and gently rubs his thigh. “Mhm, hear that, Felix? You're doing a great job.” Minho frowns as he doesn't get an answer, and glancing down, he notices Felix is digging his nails into his own thighs so hard he draws blood. A soft sniffle can be heard, and Felix's moans sound whiny and wet. Minho changes positions, sitting on his knees in front of him and spreading his legs so Chan can still move beneath him. “Lix, baby?” he asks softly and takes off the blindfold. “Color?”

“G-Green,” he choked out, eyes rolling back with a weak moan. “Hyungie, please.”

Minho's eyes widen as Chan teasingly grabs his bum with one hand, squeezing gently. He presses back with a soft moan, knowing that nothing set off Chan as much as the pleasure of his partners. Judging by Felix's desperate face, he couldn't keep it in long anymore. Maybe he'd have to help a little. He starts grinding down against Chan's firm stomach, moaning genuinely at the friction. “Feels so good, Channie hyung, making your boys feel so good,” he tells him, drawing his next moan out, not quite picking up on how hard he makes it for Felix to focus. “Stop that,” he tells Felix very gently and takes his hands to stop him from digging his nails even deeper into his thighs.

Felix shudders and feels his stomach tightening painfully. “Daddy,” he whimpers.

“Don't try begging him now,” Minho says, giggling at the guttural groan leaving Chan. Chan tenses up beneath them, pounding his dick into Felix with a few desperate moans, and coats his walls with his release. Chan has barely moaned out Felix's name as Felix already spasms with a cry. Thick ropes of cum cover his stomach, his thighs…and Minho's expensive shirt. Minho blinks down at the mess, a little stunned, before his eyes are back on Felix, who's slumping forward. He catches him in his arms as Felix sobs into his chest, apologizing timidly and crying out as Chan is still moving. His grip on his shirt is tight as one desperate, broken moan after another is being punched out of him.

“Minho, hyung, I'm sorry,” he cries, and Minho's heart drops a little. “Feels so good, can't-,” he breaks off with a shout as Chan hits his prostate.

“Felix,” Minho tries to be firm, but he can't. Not when he is such a mess as he had never been before, sobbing from pleasure and guilt into his chest.

“I'm so close,” he sobs. “So sensitive, so good, daddy,” he cries, and Chan's eyes roll back with a loud moan.

Minho watches Felix worriedly and scoots as close as possible, hugging him tight. “You're okay,” he whispers only for him to hear. “You can cum, don't hold back.” Minho kisses his hair and feels Felix gripping the back of his shirt tightly as he soon tenses up again and chokes on a sob. “Color?”

“Y-Yellow.”

“Channie hyung, slow down,” Minho says, and Chan does immediately. He gently lifts Felix off Chan's lap and pulls him into his arms. Chan doesn't waste much time and lifts them both into his lap, leaning against the bed frame.

He worriedly rubs his back and tries to meet Felix's eyes. “Felix, baby, you're okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn't,” he quickly assures him and nuzzles his face into his touch as he cups his cheek. “Felt so good, promise.”

Minho lovingly runs his hand through his hair. “You got a little overwhelmed, love?”

Felix shakes his head and sniffles softly, shivering heavily in their arms. “I just feel guilty.”

“Guilty?” Chan asks puzzled, and grabs a blanket to cover them all and ensure Felix won't get cold.

“For what?” Minho asks gently, and Felix contorts his face in embarrassment. “You can tell us, sunshine.”

“For breaking the rule,” he says timidly and doesn't dare to look at them. “And I didn't take proper care of you, Chan, and…and I made a mess all over you, Minho, even though you told me not to,” he says, and big tears spill down his cheeks. “I'm sorry for messing up repeatedly; please don't hate me.”

“Felix, baby,” Chan says soothingly, running his hand through his hair. “It's okay, it happens.”

“We don't hate you. We never would,” Minho firmly shakes his head.

“But you didn't touch me in two weeks,” Felix whimpers softly, knowing he's being ridiculous. He got kisses, long hugs, and cuddles…just no sex, not after teasing Minho that badly in public and almost getting him into trouble.

Minho's face falls, a sudden anxious hint clouding his expression and filling his eyes. “Lixie,” he breathes out, heart sinking to his stomach. “I didn't-I'd never-,” he stutters, looking at Chan for help.

“Minho only did that because it was the consequence you agreed to when he told you to stop teasing,” he says gently. “Not because he hates you.”

“I thought it would be okay,” Felix says quietly and sniffles. “But it wasn't. Wanted you so bad it hurt.”

Minho feels his eyes brimming with tears and blinks stubbornly. “You should've told me, baby,” he says softly and cups his face. “I should've known.”

“I'm sorry,” Felix rasps timidly.

“No, I am,” Minho shakes his head and searches his eyes. “I should've noticed,” he says, biting back tears as Chan's hand finds his lower back, squeezing his hip. “I'm sorry, baby,” he whispers, pulling him into a tight hug, burying his face in his hair. He meets eyes with Chan, who flashes him a gentle smile and swallows thickly. His heart pounds in his chest as Felix buries himself in his chest, holding onto him tightly. “I love you so much, okay?”

“I know,” Felix says softly and squeezes him tightly. “Just missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Minho tells him sincerely, blinking stubbornly, not wanting to cry.

Felix lifts his head a little and kisses Minho's neck very gently. “I love you too, hyungie.”

A shuddering breath leaves Minho's lips, and he closes his eyes, grip tightening around him. A hot tear slips down his cheek, and before he knows it, Chan's there, pulling them both into one of his warm hugs. He curses himself mentally because being in Chan's arms, his safe place always tempts him to show his emotions freely. He bites his lower lip stubbornly but breaks when Chan plants a kiss on his hair, and Felix nuzzles his face into his neck. A soft sound escapes his lips, and the hold of his boyfriends tightens immediately. Hot tears spill down his cheeks before he can do anything against it, and he curls in on himself a little, trying to hide.

“Minho hyung,” Felix whispers, shocked, helplessly cupping his face and uselessly wiping his tears. “Don't cry, hyungie, I'm sorry.”

Minho firmly shakes his head and sucks in a sharp breath as Chan kisses his temple and pulls him in close. “Kitten, it's okay,” Chan tells him, kissing his hair and glancing down at him. “Lixie knows you didn't want to hurt him.”

Minho looks up at Felix through tears and grabs his hands. “I'd never hate you, you hear me? I swore to always keep you safe with me.”

“I know,” Felix nods quickly and intertwines their fingers. “I got insecure, I know you don't.”

“I love you so fucking much, sunshine,” Minho sniffles and giggles wetly as Felix hugs him very tightly. “God, you don't even know,” he whispers, burying his face in his hair.

“My boys,” Chan coos softly and cuddles them close. “I love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Channie hyung,” Felix answers for both of them.

“Let me clean you up, okay?” Minho asks gently and wipes his cheeks quickly.

“But you didn't even get to cum,” Felix points out guiltily.

“Don't worry, I'm alright,” Minho shakes his head and searches his eyes. “Please?”

Chan gently squeezes Felix's thigh, giving him a subtle hint. “Okay,” he nods gently.

“I'll draw you two a bath,” he announces and slips out of their hug, wrapping the blanket tightly around them.

Felix watches him worriedly, and once Minho's busy in the bathroom, he glances at Chan. “I hurt him, didn't I?”

Chan looks after Minho thoughtfully before glancing down at him. “I don't think you hurt him…he's probably just worried now to cross your boundaries.”

“I'm sorry, Channie,” he whispers, and Chan's hold on him tightens.

“Baby, it's okay. It's good that you told us. I didn't realize you were feeling this way either,” he tells him, kissing his head. “Minho is serious when he says he has a soft spot for you. Yeah, I know he gets really sweet and needy with me if he wants to and sometimes is a little bossy with you, but…he'd stop whatever he's doing if you need him. No matter how, no matter where he is.”

Felix chews on his lower lip. “Just want him to feel safe with us like I do with him. He's been so open and happy lately; I don't want to ruin that.”

“You're not. You won't,” Chan reminds him, kissing his forehead and soothingly caressing his hair.

Minho comes back and seeing the shimmer in his eyes, his fingers nervously tapping against his thigh, Chan knows he heard them. “I'm…everything's ready.”

Felix makes grabby hands in his direction. “Carry me, please?”

Minho chokes on his giggle, face softening as he steps closer. “Come here, baby boy,” he says softly and scoops him up. Felix clings to him, and Minho briefly buries his face in his shoulder, planting a tiny kiss there before carrying him to the bathroom. He lowers him into the warm water, smiling at the little sigh that escapes his lips. Minho gently brushes back his hair and flashes him a timid smile. “Feels good?”

“Yeah,” Felix nods, beaming at him tiredly.

Chan joins them with some fresh clothes for the three of them. He puts them down by the sink for now and steps in front of Minho. “Kitten?”

“Hm?” he hums, eyes flickering at him anxiously.

Chan smiles softly and soothingly rubs his shoulders. “You're perfect, you know that?” he asks gently, and Minho's eyes brim with tears.

“I don't,” he whispers, lowering his gaze guiltily at the pain in Chan's sweet chocolate orbs.

“Minnie baby,” he breathes out and pulls him into the tightest hug so far.

Minho closes his eyes feeling as if Chan puts all his broken pieces right back together. He doesn't really pay attention to the sound of water splashing, but suddenly, Felix is right behind him, hugging him just as tight. Minho giggles at the feeling. “Baby, you're making everything wet.”

“Not my first mess today,” Felix teases lightly, and Minho can't hold back a genuine laugh. “Join us, please?”

“I can't,” he shakes his head, and Felix's face falls worriedly, looking at Chan.

“Why's that, kitten?” Chan asks calmly.

Minho pulls back and blushes furiously. “Because I'm…uhm,” he squirms a little and bites his lower lip before whispering his little secret. Since leaving the house with Chan today, a certain favorite toy has been resting between his clenching walls.

Chan's eyes widen. “The whole time?”

Minho nods shyly. Felix giggles at him, and after a glance at him, Minho blushes even more. “I wanted to give you the remote to tease me, but that's when we decided to go home.”

“Once Channie and I aren't such a mess anymore…can we take care of you?” Felix asks softly, and Minho almost moans out loud at the thought.

Whenever the three of them were together, Felix, their little baby, was the natural center of attention, and he didn't mind one bit. The thought of not only Chan but Felix focusing solely on him already made him painfully hard. “Please,” he whispers before he can think it through.

Chan smiles, relieved, as Felix seems to have found a way to show Minho how much they loved him without hovering. “If that's what my kitten wants, it's what he'll get.”

Minho smiles shyly before waving them off. “Come on now, you two are a sticky mess.”

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Coming or Going?

Alright guys…..I’ve been having some thoughts….and have been procrastinating writing this. BUT I am doing it

Summary: Chan walks in on you and Minho getting freaky and well.. Minho asks him “coming or going?”

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, degradation kink, hair pulling, threesome, unprotected sex( please don’t), reader is referred to as a whore, slut, cumslut, ass slapping, creampie, oral sex(m receiving), fem!reader, spitting, lots of cum , use of vibrator, clit play

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Chan had seen you and Minho come back to the dorms, but now you were nowhere in sight. “Have any of you guys seen y/n and Minho?” Chan called out, seeing Han and Felix sitting on the couch, playing video games. They both shrugged and shook their heads, “Nope, haven’t seen them hyung.” They chorused in unison. He wanted to ask Minho what he thought of some new choreography, but now he couldn’t.

With a tilt of his head and sigh, he made his way upstairs to your dorm. Maybe, they’re taking a nap or something. Chan thought to himself, as he walked down the hallway , approaching your bedroom door. But, then he heard it. You definitely aren’t napping.

Fuck, fuckfuck– Min, please, faster.

Yeah? Want it faster, my little whore? Can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

He was in front of your closed door and he could hear it all. Every smack laid against your ass, every groan, whine, shriek, wail and cry. He felt his own dick thickening in his boxers, his hard erection straining against his basketball shorts. Before Chan could even register, his hand was on the door knob pushing it open– revealing a sight that would forever be burned in his mind– and his dick hard in his shorts.

You were on the bed, on your front, hips held and angled up by Minho’s hands with your cheek pressed against the bedding and your hands gripping the sheets above where your arms were extended. Minho was on his knees behind you, balls deep in your wet , hot cunt. Chan idn’t stop him from fucking into you though, and you were too fucked out to notice. “Fuck minnnnnn. So fucking good,” You cried, feeling his cockhead kissing your cervix, with every thrust. “Yeah, my whore likes it when I pound her little cunt like this? I give it to you so good , don’t I?” Minho grunted, landing his palm on your ass again. “Ye-yeah fuck! So good, so fucking big min!” You wailed, your knuckled white from how hard you were gripping the comforter.

Chan couldn’t even remember or process the small groan that left his mouth. But Minho did and instead of stopping, he only fucked into your harder. “Fuck! Fuck please please please! Min, I’m gonna cum!” You whined, feeling your legs shake and the knot in your stomach tighten. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll go!” Chan managed to squeak out, but was still frozen in his spot. Shallowly thrusting into you, Minho Smirked. “Doesn’t seem like you’re going, hyung.” He scoffed, halting his hips. “Wh-why’d you stop?!” You whined, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock, the knot of your orgasm loosening. Smacking your ass, Minho tangled a hand in your hair and pulled your head up. “Don;t be fucking rude, slut. Say hi,” He barked, as you whined, your eyes locking with Chan’s. Slowly, Minho rocked his hips back into yours, hand still entangled in your hair. “Hnnng…fuck oh my god….Hi Chan.” “Hi…..” He coughed out, feeling his dick twitch in his boxers. Minho groaned and snapped his hips into yours, balls colliding with your clit and your eyes rolled back. “Such a tight pussy, fuck me,” Minho whispered before looking up at his hyung.

“Well….Chan hyung, coming or going?”

Fuck..

Before he could even process it , Chan was stripping himself to his boxers and climbing onto your bed. By this point, Minho had let go of your hair and was grabbing your hips as he plowed into you. “My my my, what a dirty whore? Is Minho making you feel good?” Chan teased, one hand pulling you up by your hair and the other prying your mouth open to spit in it. “Such a good little cockslut, yeah? Love when he fucks you like that,” He laughed, watching as your face twisted up in please and you nodded. “Mhm, feels so good, so fucking big, Channie. He stretched me so good.’ You whined, feeling one of Chan’s hands slide down the expanse of your back , to land a firm smack on your ass.

“Hope you can take more, baby doll.”

Then, Chan was sliding his boxers down. His cock slapping against his abdomen. His cock was beautiful- long, girthy, a vein running up the shaft to his red leaking tip and all topped off with neatly trimmed hair at the base.

Fuck…..he was huge

Chuckling, Chan noticed how your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “You’re so big Channie,” You whispered, whimpering as Minho continued rutting into you. “Yeah? You like my cock, baby?” Chan smiled, and took his base in his hands, running the head across your lips. “Gonna be a good whore and suck him off, baby?” Minho smirked, seeing Chan pressing his cockhead into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. “Fuuuuck. Just like that, baby.” Chan hissed, sucking a breath in watching as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. “You can do fucking better than that, whore.” Minho sneered, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up and down Chan’s cock, as he plowed into you. “Shittttt, she’s so good at this, Minho.” Chan panted, his eyes clenched shut and head thrown back. “ I know, wait til you get in her cunt, though.” He chuckled, as you gagged on Chan’s dick, spit falling from your mouth.

It was filthy. But, they weren’t done yet.

Pulling out of your cunt, Minho smacked your ass and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “How about you let him fuck that sweet pussy, huh, my little whore. Want his big dick in your pathetic cunt?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded, eyes watering. “Fuck, how do you want her , hyung?” Minho asked, as he pushed two of his fingers into your hole.

You were beyond wet, you were drenched

“Fuck, on her back, legs up, by her chest. Wanna see her pretty pussy.”

That was all it took, before Minho manhandled you, laying you on your back and holding your legs up. Quickly rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger over your clit, Minho smiled. “Such a pretty little hole. Takes cum so well, so fucking wet too,” He cooed, before turning your head and pressing his cockhead into your mouth. “Hnnnggggggg, fuck,” you moaned around Minho’s cock as he continued his ministations on your clit and Chan climbed between your legs. “Fuck, look how wet you are, begging to be filled with cum huh, our little cumslut. “ He seethed, sucking in a breath and aligning his cockhead with your entrance. Sliding his head over you clit, he sucked his bottom lip between his lip.

Then, he was pushing in, his girth stretching you so deliciously. “Fuck ,such a tight pussy, sucks cock in so good. Could stay in here forever,” He whispered, pulling back slightly before pushing in again. Your toes curled, eyes rolled back and you slipped Minho’s cock out of your mouth so you could moan .”Fuck! SO big! Channie Channie, fuck!” You cried, as Minho climbed behind you, one hand holding your leg up and the other rubbing your clit still. He leaned down in your ear to whisper, “Yeah? Is hyung fucking your whore pussy so good? You gonna cum around his cock? Gonna cream him, like the slut you are?”

You were going to do More than just cum though

Throwing your head back against Minho’s chest, you whined, grabbing his wrist. “Yes! Yes, Min! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum. Please Minnie and Chan, please make me cum.” You cried, as Chan snapped his hips harder into you, screwing his eyes shut. Looking down to where his cock slid in and out of your cunt, Chan saw a white creamy ring around the base of his cock. “Fucking hell, such a slutty pussy. Making a mess all over me.” He sneered, spitting down onto your clit. Your legs were shaking, the muscles aching and you wanted to cum, BAD.

Minho, cupped his hand under your jaw and pulled your head up to look at him . “ My poor little whore, is so needy. Wants to be filled with cum, look at you, shaking like a leaf.” It was true, you were shaking. Nodding your head, you saw Minho grab your pink vibrator out of your nightstand and flick it on. “Want to cum so badly, huh, whore.” He glowered, teasingly running the vibrator over your mound before pressing it to your clit,meanly. “C’mon, soak his fucking cock, so I can give you my cum. I know you want it, want me to fucking fill that cunt with my cum.” All you could do was whine, eyes squeezed shut as you cried. “Yes! Yes, fuck please! I wanna cum, need to cum! PLease, fuck! Pleasepleaseplease let me.” You cried, your legs trying to snap shut from the sheer amount of pleasure. But, Chan and Minho were having none of it. Holding your legs open, Chan landed a smack against your tits. “Keep those fucking legs open, slut. Take what we fucking give you, like the good little whore you are.” He commanded, hips plowing into you at an animalistic rate. They both chuckled, voices laced with a delicious venom, as they took in your fucked out state.

“Poor baby is so fucked out, wants to cum so bad. Clenching around my fucking cock so good.”

“C’mon, soak his cock, baby. Then, he can fill that whore cunt with his cum and I’ll give you mine.”

That was all it took, your vision went white and you squirted hard. “Hnnnnng! Fuuuuuck me! Oh my god ohmygod ! Yes yes yes!” You cried, your release thoroughly soaking Chan’s dick and lower abdomen. “Yeeeea, just like that. Make a mess on me. Suck a good whore– fuck me! Fuuuuuck, I’m cumming. Take my fucking cum in your cunt.”Chan had growled, pistoning his hips into you primally, before he stopped. Rope after rope after rope of his warm cum painting your walls. “Fuuuuck, so good, baby.” he smiled, completely fucked out and spent before he collapsed onto the bed.

But… Minho didn’t cum yet.

Sliding out from where he sat under you, Minho smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips, throwing the vibrator to the side. “Hi, kitten.” He smiled, as your glossy eyes stared back at him, your hands coming to curl around his neck. “Hi, baby.” You preened, pulling him into another kiss. “You did so good, baby. Took it so well. Think you have one more for me,hm?” He smiled, bunny teeth showing, as he lined his cockhead up with your hole. Nodding your head, you bit your lip. “Yeah, ‘course I do.Want your cum so bad, min.” You whined, feeling his tip breaching your hole, as he bottomed out in one motion. “Hnnnnng, min! Fuck!” You whined against his lips as he swiftly pulled his hips back, fucking into you with harsh deep thrusts. “yeah?Feel good, my pretty slut?” He cooed, sucking bruises into your neck.

Too overwhelmed by Minho’s cock bullying into you, you didn’t notice Chan slide over. That was, until you felt plush lips on the underside of your jaw and two of his fingers reach to pinch your nipples. “Does he feel good. You going to soak MInho’s cock too, like a good slut?” He whispered into your ear, hotly licking the shell. Nodding your head, you felt your orgasm bubbling up, again. “H-huuuuh!yes! SO close! Please let me cum!” You cried, arch backing off the bed. Minho and Chan locked eyes, nodding before Chan rubbed your clit faster and Minho thrusted harder.

“Cum” they said in unison.

And man……you squirted, Chan’s hand was soaked, Minho’s cock and abdomen were soaked.

“Fuck, look at you, such a good girl. Soaking us like that. You want Minho’s cum, baby?” Chan growled in your ear as you whined and panted, completely spent. “Gonna give you my cum baby, okay?” Minho called, running a hand over your cheek, Then bam his orgasm hit him like a truck. Minho’s hips faltered, before completely stopping, as he spilled his load into you.

Again, rope after rope after rope of warm white cum filled your cunt, painting your walls white, until it started to drip out of you. “Fuuuuuck, so good, jagiya. Take me so good.” Minho panted, as he collapsed on top of you, also completely spent. “You always take my cum so good,fuck.” He whispered into your neck, sweat dripping from his bangs as he peppered your neck with kisses.

Recollecting his breath, Chan redressed himself and climbed out of your bed. Before closing the door, he turned to where you and Minho were still laying, his cock still in you.

“So……..same time next week?”

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What about minchan smut where they go out to a convenience store together to grab snacks for their movie night only to bump into someone and instantly fall head over heels with them and end up bringing them back to their house and railing them into oblivion turning them cock drunk and brain dead?

-🤍🦇 if I may

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🕯Summary: Movie night snacks are always essential. Who knew bumping into a wall would lead to this?

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Definitely, 🤍🦇-nonnie hehe. First fic after a while, I hope it's good.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 2.3K

"Hyung, did you get everything?" Minho asked, hooking his chin over Chan's shoulder. "Looks about everything. Are you sure this is enough pudding?" he teased, running his fingers through Minho's hair. Minho tsk, nipping Chan's ear, "Very funny, hyung," he muttered. Chan chuckled, "If that's all, we should be good then," he said, walking ahead, facing Minho. A firm grunt escaped his lips when he bumped into something.

You winced, thankful that the cans you held didn't fall on you. Chan's eyes widened, "Oh shit, sorry," he apologised, helping you up. You coughed up a laugh, "It's fine, but to my defence. I didn't expect a walking wall." you said, eyeing Chan's build. He chuckled, rubbing his neck sheepishly, "Yikes, sorry again," he said, picking up the things you dropped. Minho snorted at his boyfriend's blush-tinted cheeks.

Chan gulped, taking a good look at you as he handed the cans. You smiled, oblivious to his blatant stare, "So, movie night snacks or just stock up?" you asked, gesturing to the handful of snacks. Minho blinks, hitting Chan's shoulder subtly, "Movie night, what about you? That's quite a number of canned fruits," he rambled, snapping out of his daze. Minho chuckled inwardly, "Don't you think it's rude to question a person's grocery choices, hyung?" he teased, rubbing Chan's ears.

You giggled, "Well if he's being rude, then I'm ruder for bringing it up," you said, taking Minho aback. Minho's jaw dropped into a slight agape before he blinked out of it, "I didn't mean like that, I just-," he said, flustered by your comment. Chan chuckled, rubbing Minho's back, "Deep breaths, baby," he said, egging Minho on. Minho scoffed, biting his tongue before burying his face in the crook of Chan's neck. You cooed, "Aww, I'm sorry if I made you shy," you said, looking at Minho sympathetically.

"It's okay," Minho mumbled, peeking out briefly. Chan felt his heartthrob, "Since you have the drinks and we have the snacks, why don't you come to our place for a movie?" he suggested, letting his emotions take the lead. You freeze, "Huh?" you questioned, wondering if you heard wrong. Chan cleared his throat, "I meant what I said, would you like to hang out with us?" he asked, his fingers over Minho's firm arms wrapped around his waist.

You bit your lips, weighing the pros and cons until you decided 'Fuck it, they're hot,'. With a deep inhale, "I'm down," you agreed, smiling at them. Chan mimicked one back, "Great, our car is out front. If you don't mind we can ride it together," he prompted. You nodded your head, "Fine by me," you said, laying your purchases on the counter. Minho turned to face you, "My name's Minho," he said, waiting for yours in return. You chuckled, answering him, "And you?" you questioned, looking at Chan.

"Oh, I'm Chan. I didn't realise the late introduction," he said, carrying the items. You shrugged, "Me neither," you said, growing comfortable with their presence by the second.

"Nice place you got here," you said, setting the ingredients aside. Minho hummed, "It's very minimal," he said, pouring the snacks into containers. You nodded, "I bet your rooms showcase your personalities well," you said, mixing up the punch. Chan nodded, "Our shared bedroom has its spin, but if you really want to know our personalities I suggest a visit to our studio," he said, taking a sip of the punch you made. Puzzles connected in your head, 'They're a couple', you thought.

Minho stood far back behind you, instinctively eyeing the curve of your ass. He tried his hardest to look at something else but he wanted nothing more than to watch your bottom meet his palm. Chan was holding his composure slightly better than Minho, "What were the actual plans for your night?" he asked. You hummed, tasting the punch from the ladle, "Casual night in with shows to binge," you said, deeming the punch sweet enough.

Chan nodded, feeling the drool pool below his tongue at the sight of your glossy lips, "Self-care is important," he said, bringing the things to a coffee table. You purse your lips, "Yup," you said, knowing damn well you were going to spend the night edging your aching cunt. A deep exhale escaped your lips as you tried to shake the idea away. Minho took a seat next to you, "What movie would you recommend to us?" he asked, subtly reaching his arm over your head.

You hummed, "Well there was this show I wanted to start," you said, clicking it. Chan smiled, "Good choice, I think I heard it from somewhere," he said, getting comfortable as he took a seat. All was going well until you remembered why this show was infamous. You gripped the glass, staring ahead. Chan shifted, crossing his leg over the other to hide his growing semi. Minho took deep breaths through his nose, shutting his eyes every once in a while to distract himself from the sheer pornographic moans.

A weak whimper escaped your lips, body heated both from the alcohol and the initial neediness you had. Chan gulped, hearing your sweet whimper over the actor's grunts. Your thighs trembled, pleading for any form of pressure to subdue the craving in your abdomen. Minho grunted, turning down the show "Do you want our help?" he rasped, hair tousled from how much he was brushing it back to distract himself.

You blinked, "Huh?" you questioned, voice barely above a whisper. Minho got on his knees, rubbing your calves, "Do you want us to help you, princess?" he whispered, careful to not make you uncomfortable. You gulped, embarrassment running through your veins at the thought of you being so utterly obvious, "Please?" you questioned, thoughts running through your mind. Chan stroked your hair, "Don't worry, we'll stop the moment you tell us to. Just give us the word and we'll back off," he reassured, patting your shoulder.

Minho nodded, "We just want to help you, sweet thing," he said, letting you rest your palm on the top of his head. You gulped, undeniably horny at the thought of two gorgeously looking men prioritising your consent. Chan hummed, "You can make the first move, little one," he said, tracing circles on your shoulder. You pressed your thighs close, "Kiss?" you asked, turning to face Chan. He chuckled, cupping your cheek, "Close your eyes for me," he instructed, pressing his lips against yours.

You moaned into the kiss, feeling his plush full lips sync with yours. Chan groaned, slipping in his tongue, teasing the roof of your mouth with the tip. Minho grunted a whine, nipping at the fabric of your tights. "Shit, angel. You kiss so sweet," Chan chuckled, pulling back. Low heavy breaths huffed between you, and Chan couldn't help but lick your spit-glossed lip. You shivered a moan, lifting your hips for Minho to tug down your bottoms.

Minho wasted no time to mark your supple skin, nipping and sucking deep bruising bites. Chan cooed at his boyfriend's possessiveness, "Can't leave the kitten to his own devices for too long, princess. Why don't you tighten that grip of yours?" he prompted, kissing down your neck. Your cunt ached to be touched, soaking through those skimpy panties you wore on a whim. You tugged on Minho's roots, bringing his face closer to your warm pussy.

Chan removed his top, defined muscles on sight, "May I?" he asked, brushing his fingers up your top. You nodded, spreading your legs further for Minho to comfortably bury his face against your panties. Chan gripped your waist, pushing the fabric up to show your cute tummy, his thoughts spun at the idea of his cock bulging at that specific spot. "Fuck me," he mumbled, tugging the fabric past your head to admire your body.

Minho worked his tongue the moment his face was inches from your clothed cunt. Drool pooled his mouth, soaking the panties you wore. He pushed the fabric aside only to wrap his lips around your throbbing clit. You bit back a squeal at the sudden zap of pleasure electrifying your abdomen. Minho moaned, hooking your thighs over his shoulders, "So fucking pretty," he grunted, licking down your slit. You whined, arching your back into his mouth "Ah! ah, ah," you moaned, breathlessly.

Chan groped your chest, lips sucking around your sensitive nipples, "They're so hard, princess," he groaned, flicking his tongue. Tears pooled in your eyes, pleasure swimming in your head. Minho shifted lower, using his nose to press on your swollen clit as his tongue stretched out your hole. Your back arched at the intrusion, "There, please, please, please," you pleaded, clawing your nails into the sofa below. Minho huffed out a growl, adding his fingers with his tongue.

A silent scream escaped your lips as your orgasm broke over the edge. "Shit, shit, fuckk," you dragged, moaning. Minho licked your orgasm clean, sucking on the entrance of your cunt. Chan pulled off your chest, "I need to see that expression again, princess," he groaned, manhandling your body across the sofa. You moaned at his strength, arms wrapping around his firm thighs, "Chan," you whined, looking up.

Minho groaned at the aches in his knees, "Hyung, the condom?" he slurred, shaking off the pussy drunk haze. Chan leaned back, grabbing a box, "Here, baby," he said, handing them to Minho. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Fuck, I forgot to ask if you both are clean," you grumbled, the underlying pleasure still clouding your mind. Chan chuckled, brushing your hair back, "We are. I'm guessing you are too?" he asked, kissing your forehead.

You nodded, "Got a test a few weeks back," you said, eyeing Chan's clothed bulge. Chan followed your line of sight, "Ask and you can have it, little one," he said, holding your jaw to face him. You bit back a whine, "Please, Chan. Let me suck your big cock, please," you begged, needing to feel the weight of his throbbing cock on your tongue. Minho moaned at the sight of your curved back, finally able to touch the mounds of your ass, "Sweetheart, this might just kill me," he grunted, slicking his wrapped cock against your folds.

Chan cooed, stripping off his boxers, "Such a sweet little girl," he praised, stroking his cock. You whimpered, slacking your jaw, sticking your tongue out. Minho spread your folds, lining the tip of his cock with your stretched hole, "Relax for me, darling," he whispered, pushing inch by inch into your cunt. You moaned, pressing your cheek against Chan's thigh, "Fuck," you hiccuped, crying at the burning white heat stretching your ribbed walls.

Minho grunted, leaning forward to pant against your shoulder, "She's so fucking tight, hyung," he chuckled, easing his length with gentle strokes for you to get used to. You mewled, urging Chan to shift closer so you could wrap your lips around his throbbing cockhead. Chan cooed, "Aww, don't cry, princess. My cock isn't going anywhere," he said condescendingly, tapping her bottom lip with his leaking slit. You whined, sucking on his sensitive cockhead, melting at the sheer taste of his precum hitting your taste buds.

Chan threw his head back, "That's it, gorgeous," he growled, thrusting his cock firmly. Minho groaned in tandem, dragging his hips to make languid thrusts. He smirked, hitting your ribbed gummy walls "Just look at her fall apart," he grunted, angling his thrusts just the way you needed it. You choked on a sob, bobbing your head to Chan's pace as he held your hair firm. Chan growled, "Uhm, she takes it so fucking well," he praised, feeling the bulge of his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

Your face slicked with tears and drool, broken moans muffled by Chan's girth filling your mouth. Minho slipped two fingers into his mouth, drenching them in spit before reaching down to rub figure eights’ on your sensitive clit. A muffled cry vibrated through your throat around Chan's cock. He groaned, feeling the air get knocked out of him as your throat convulsed around his cockhead. Your body quivered, teetering at the brink. You sniffled, peeking up at Chan's half-lidded eyes.

Minho noticed, quickening his pace when your warm pulsing walls tightened around his cock, "Is our sweet princess about to cum? Go on and cum for us," he grunted, gripping your waist to lay merciless pounding. Chan felt his knees buckled when you sank your nails into his thighs, "Fuck! Gonna, shit, cum," he growled, thrusting his whole length down your throat. You choked, sputtering around his orgasm, trying your hardest to swallow every last drop.

Chan hissed through his teeth, easing his cock out, "Good girl," he chuckled, pushing back his sweat-drenched hair. Minho nosed your neck, marking your skin, "Please, please, princess. Need to feel you clench around my cock," he rambled, grunting into your ear. You whimper, moans falling freely as your body gave out, abdomen tense when your orgasm broke "Fuck, fuck, ah," you mewled, clenching hard around Minho's girth.

He choked on a groan, veins on his neck apparent, "Oh fuck," he keened, filling the condom to the brim. Chan chuckled, kissing you to ease down your high, "Such a perfect little girl," he hummed, pampering kisses all over your face. Minho lifted his head, kissing your cheek, "Took my cock perfectly, princess," he praised, shifting to pressing his lips against yours. You weakly mimicked his movement. Chan brushed your hair back, "I've got a warm bath prepared, do you want to wash up now or more kisses?" he asked.

You gave him a fucked out smile, "Kisses, please," you whispered, growing sleepy by the second. Minho grunted, slipping his cock from your warm walls, "Let me help you up, angel," he rasped, lifting you onto his lap. Chan smiled, standing in front of Minho with your back facing his chest, "More kisses, as granted," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you until you're satisfied.

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