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lushta1es0nm3 · 3 months

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Victon:

On the quiet days

I haven’t been myself for a while, I haven’t felt like living but I’m not a quitter. So yeah, I’m still here and kicking life’s ass.

The clock ticked as you both lay in bed wrapped up in each other’s arms. Both of you were off and tired, it was early morning, so you didn’t make a move to get out of bed. And you didn’t know Seungwoo was awake, he was doing the same thing you were doing staring off into space, listening to the other's heartbeat. He placed one of his hands in your hair causing you to look at him, you smiled softly and he smiled back with sleepy eyes.

You laid your head back down on his chest and took a deep breath, enjoying his scent. He laughed under his breath, “How cute.” He commented pulling you closer as he closed his eyes again, you smiled and followed suit, both of you fell back asleep.

You sighed softly into the quiet room, as you stared at the paperwork in front of you. Ah, it’s so much fun picking up slack from your coworkers. Seungsik’s back was to you, he was washing the dishes, seemingly to have gone off into his own world. You sighed, needing a break and stood up from the kitchen table, leaving the mountain of work there.

Once you reached Seungsik you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a back hug. He flinched slightly at your sudden touch and looked down at you with a smile. It was as if he knew you were frustrated about work, he sat the cup he was rinsing down and took off the bright pink gloves you bought as a joke. He turned around and gave you a real hug. You buried your face in his chest and then looked up.

He poked the tip of your nose and kissed your forehead watching as your face turned bright red from blushing, “better?” He whispered softly letting you go.

“Much better.” You replied walking back to the table of work.

“Fighting!” He quietly cheered you on before returning back to his own task. You laughed a little and the room fell back into the peaceful silence.

Glancing up from your phone, your eyes landed on Chan, he was looking online shopping for what, you didn’t know. Your curiosity getting the best of you, you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was staring at so intensely. He hadn’t said anything much all day which puzzled you.

Normally, he wouldn’t stop teasing and playing with you. But today was different, so what was up.

“What are you doing?” You asked scaring the daylights out of the man. He went to cover his phone, but it was too late you say it already. You smiled at him and shook your head.

“That’s cute, who is it for?” You asked.

He pursed his lips and shook his head at you, he knew you saw it, so there’s no use lying. In a quick motion, he pulled you into his lap showing his phone to you, he started showing different colors of the couple sweaters he was looking at.

You grinned as you watched him scroll through the selections. Last time you asked about wearing a couples outfits, he told you no, what changed his mind? Shaking the thought away you pointed at the pastel purple sweater with a dinosaur on the front.

His face turned bright red as he smiled up at you, “Okay,” he remarked, putting his phone down and pulling you even closer as he leaned back on the couch, “I was thinking the same thing.”

You reached over and grabbed your phone before making yourself comfortably cuddled up in Chan’s lap. You opened your Instagram and you both proceeded to scroll through the app in silence.

Standing up from the couch to stir the pot you had on the stove, you hummed softly to yourself as you looked at the time. It was almost dusk dark outside, Sejun had left about an hour and a half ago. He said he wanted to go for a jog, that was cool, cause you needed some ingredients for dinner. But by the time you realized you already had it, he was already out the door. So you texted him not to worry about and enjoys his time to himself.

You put spoon down just as the sound of the front door opening reached your ears, you looked up as Sejun walked into the kitchen. He was covered in sweat but he smiled at you exposing his dimples as he went in for a hug.

“You smell like hard work.” You stated taking him off guard because he thought you’d tell him he stinks. You looked up at him and smirked at him, he smirked back and started to attempt to rub his sweat on you. But you ducked and made a made dash for the living room.

His laughter followed you as he went behind you, he caught you and started tickling you. You erupted into laughter, swatting his hands alway, “Sejun, I’m gonna burn dinner,” you laughed out, “please stop.”

He did as you asked and took off his sweaty shirt, “I’m gonna go shower first.” He announced with a smile.

“Okay.” You replied as you gathered your composure and stood up to head back into the kitchen.

“Y/N,” he called your name and you looked over at him and answered with a hum, “I love you.” He acknowledged softly like he usually does at random times.

“I love you too.” You stated softly. Both of your cheek were flushed red. How sweet

The rain poured outside and the sound of thunder rumbling sounded through the cafe. Hanse sat across from you, doing the same thing you were doing, staring out the window watching the rain fall as people rushed to take cover.

You two did the exact same thing but were lucky enough to end up in a cafe instead. Hanse smiled at you as he’d helped you wipe the rainwater from your face. You did the same thing for him, being silly about it made a whole lot of difference. You both decided to place and order and have a seat and wait out the rain. The other customers didn't stay long, they left as soon as the rain slacked up just a little bit, people were busy with lace so it was understandable.

The cafe was silent, only a few other people remained to enjoy a cup of coffee. The only sound that could be heard was the workers going about making orders. You looked at Hanse and smiled, he’d floated off somewhere in his head again, it was all over his face. You shook your head and stared back out the window. You didn’t notice that he saw you, and smirked a little.

Your orders had arrived, you weren’t looking, you’d begun to drift off to your own planet. You didn’t notice Hanse get up and walk around to your side of the table. You didn’t even register the fact that he had even moved until he sat down beside you and draped an arm around your shoulders. You looked at him and he smiled at you, his lip piercing moving ever so slightly.

“What’s going on in your head?” He asked cheekily and tilted his head to the side.

“Oh nothing,” you responded, “just looking at people trying to dodge the rain. What about you?”

“Something similar, but with you being the center focus.” He blinked at you, “how’s your iced coffee?” He asked knowing full well you hadn’t even touched it.

Grabbing it, you took a sip and then nodded your head, “A1 baby.” You threw up both thumbs. Hanse laughed and you leaned into him. As you bother started quiet bantering back and forth wittfully, you both ended up forgetting about the rain too engrossed in teasing each other, neither of even realized that the rain had stopped.

Waves crashing on the beach filled your ears as you walked hand and hand with ByungChan along the shoreline. The sun was getting ready to set, but you weren’t ready to head back inside yet, it was way too noisy in there. So after eating dinner, you both opted to take a quiet walk on the beach.

The waves pushing the water up to your ankles, you were looking down as you walked. A smile on your face as you took in your surroundings. It was beautiful and ten times better because he was here with you. The breeze was cold but you felt so warm and comfortable. B

ByungChan could only look at you and smile at how cute you were without knowing it. His only wish was that you’d bring a sweater or something, but you said no and dragged him outside in a hurry.

A crab emerged from the sand, startling both of you, you pointed at it, “Hey,” you shouted, “don’t sneak up on us like that!”

The crab then began chasing after ByungChan who ran in circles around you screeching ever so dramatically. You may or may not have pissed the creature off by kicking sand at it and telling it to go away, because a few more crabs joined in the chase. You both ended up screaming and laughing while trying to run for your lives kicking sand as you went.

Somehow you fell into the water and he tripped over you not knowing you had fallen. Both of you were wet now and cold because the sun had fully set. You both were laughing at each other, which led to a water fight. It ended as quickly as it started though. You stood up ready to leave and head back inside when ByungChan told you to hope on his back.

You did so no questions asked, “Y/N,” he called your name seriously making you look up in confusion, “why’d you have to kick sand at it?” He laughed out the last part.

“It was trying to take our toes to it's overlord.” You exclaimed.

“That makes no sense.” He laughed out heartily.

“It does,” you explained dramatically, “I looked em right in his little beady eyes. He wanted the smoke.”

“Uh huh,” he laughed, “so, you started a war and we lost.”

“No, they out loud numbered us. It was an ambush!” You explained moving a little too much.

“Okay, now stop moving before you fall.” He warned still smiling.

It became quiet again, you wanted to be cheesy and say, I love you. But, instead you lairs your head on on his shoulder and started humming a random tone softly. All he could do was smile.

The studio was filled with soft music playing in the background. Subin was busy working, while you sat next to him with your legs draped over his, while you sketched away in your notebook. Every now and then, he’d reach down and rub your legs, you put your artwork down and sat up to see how far he had gotten.

He looked up at you and smirked you “what?” You smiled back, watching as he covered up his book.

“If I can’t peek at yours, you can’t peek at mine.” He bargained with a little innocent smile playing on his lips. The same lips you placed a quick peck on and watched as he began to blush and look away.

“You’re so cute.” Subin whispered as he finally looked back at you, “I’ll show you when I’m done, but only if you show me yours.” He stated.

You pretended to think about it and nodded your head in agreement. He returned the small peck you gave, now causing you to let out a small giggle as you laid back down and went back to your sketch. The silence was perfect mixed with the soft music in the background.

You and Subin were so comfortable and immersed in your shared atmosphere that neither of you noted the fact that one of the other members popped in to check on you guys. But him seeing that you two weren’t interested in anything but the shared bubble you two had created around yourselves, took his leave as quickly as he appeared.

It seemed that maybe a few minutes had passed by, when Subin put down his pen and layed down on you with his head on your stomach. You tossed your sketchbook down, your hand automatically went into his hair. Subin let out a sigh as soon as he felt you playing in his head.

“Ah,” he mumbled, sounding like he was fall asleep, “this is the life,” he sighed out a yawn, “just five minutes please.”

You hummed in response, but seriously, not even two minutes after he’d fallen asleep, you followed suit.

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horanghoe · 2 years

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home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

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group/members: VICTON - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member, dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions.

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became.

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here.

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge.

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits.

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long.

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker.

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back.

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg.

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before.

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air.

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.”

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion.

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar.

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully.

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys.

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes.

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

“- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~”

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.”

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips.

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole.

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl.

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself.

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks.

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static.

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…”

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up.

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.