Dead Doves Everywhere All Around The World

Christopher Chan Bang

OnlyChans (Kinktober 2025)

HyunChan x Reader: No Escape

No Escape Prequel: Kidnapping (Kinktober 2025)

Yandere!StepbrotherBangChan Headcanons

Lee Minho

MinSung Drabble: Wet

Hypnotherapy (Kinktober 2025)

Seo Changbin

Blind (Kinktober 2025)

Hwang Hyunjin

HyunChan x Reader: No Escape

No Escape Prequel: Kidnapping (Kinktober 2025)

Han Jisung

MinSung Drabble: Wet

Like a Jigsaw (Kinktober 2025)

I Do Believe In Fairies

LeeFelix

Lucky Hypersomniac

Crybaby (Kinktober 2025)

Seungmin

Good Puppy (Kinktober 2025)

Jeongin

Off Limits (Kinktober 2025)

OT8

OT8 x Groupies: Tour Bus Whores

"c'mon pup, show the viewers how good you are." you shake your head, whining pathetically around the gag in your mouth. you hate the ring gag, it holds your mouth open so wide it makes your jaw hurt. but the drool is worse, the way you can’t' close your mouth meaning you can't stop it from leaking out and dribbling down your chin and neck and breasts. like some kind of animal. like a dog.

but that's what seungmin likes. and more important than that, it's what his viewers like. which is why you're sitting on the floor with your hands between your legs, spreading your folds for the camera so that seungmin can get a good shot of your pussy for the live stream. pretending to be the perfect puppy for your boyfriend while creeps from around the world send in donations and demands with him to do degrading things to you.

satisfied his viewers have had a good long look at your cunt, he puts it back up on the stand, adjusting it to make sure that you and the bed are perfectly in shot. and then he starts reading the comments, guiding your mouth to his cock so he can lazily thrust into it while he reads the suggestions out loud.

"they really liked it last week when i made you hump that teddy" "ooh this one wants another golden shower session, but they want you to piss on me that time. mmmm, i'll think about it." he reads on and on, fisting his hand in your hair and guiding your lips up and down his cock. when he finds a suggestion he particularly likes, he thrusts deeper. it’s hard to tell if he does it because the audience likes it more or if it’s a special thing just for you.

you know when he's decided on his favourite suggestion when he thrusts his hips up and makes you deepthroat, keeping you there for almost a minute while your eyes tear up and your throat spasms. "here's a good one, pup: is she wearing her tail today?" he yanks you unceremoniously off his cock and pushes you back so you land on your ass, coughing.

"are you wearing your tail today?" he grins , knowing that you're not. he focuses the camera on you, panning from your drool splattered tits to your teary eyes as you catch your breath. you shake your head, tongue lolling out of your ring gag as you make eye contact with the viewers.

"well that just won't do, will it?" seungmin smirks, and your pussy gets wetter from it. "up on the bed pup, and present yourself. it's time to put your tail on." you whine again, but this time it's just for show. you like your tail plug. it's not too big, it stretches you just right so that your cunt tingles with denial. if you're a good girl and take it without whining, seungmin will play with your clit until you cum. as long as you're a good pup for him

so you climb up on the bed, getting onto all fours and turning your ass to the camera, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat, eager to be mated. you can already feel slick running down your thighs, and that tickle in your tummy that means you're gonna cum so hard. if he lets you.

you feel a gentle hand between your shoulder blades as seungmin pushes you down further, pressing your tits into the comforter and arching your back even more as he murmurs "be a good pup and present properly." your cheeks burn with humiliation that you try to bury in the comforter as you reach behind and pull your cheeks apart, baring yourself completely.

"oooooooooh, puppy likes that, huh?" seungmin coos, running a finger up and down your slick folds, gathering evidence of your arousal before showing it to the camera. "look at her, such a good little pup. she loves being good for her owner, don't you, puppy girl?" you nod into the duvet, shaking your ass like you're wagging your tail. that gets you an affectionate laugh and a few soft taps on your clit: the promise of a reward if you continue to behave yourself.

"since you're being such a good pup, i think you should get a special treat today..." your stomach drops. you know that tone. "do you remember that viewer who said they'd send us some new toys? well, they sent you a new tail" your pussy clenches with dread, and seungmin gives it a gentle spank "behave yourself. it's not nice to refuse gifts, you've got to be grateful."

you feel the tell tale drip of lube over your ass, dribbling between your cheeks and trickling down your pussy, seungmin always uses too much when he's doing a show... but then you feel the toy press against your ass.

it's not even close to your usual size. it's huge. you can't help it, you panic, trying to flinch away from the wide silicon bulb slowly pressing up against your rim. seungmin has trained you well, but this plug is a monster. you can't see it, but you can feel it, and just the tip alone must be three inches in width. it's going to break you.

you try and buck him off, only to be rewarded with a harsh slap to each ass cheek and another to your cunt. "behave. the viewers want me to shove this in your ass, so it's going in your ass. you wanna be a good girl?" you shake your head, little moans of protest as you try and move away again. he pinches your clit hard, nails digging into your poor sensitive bud. pinching it so hard you can't move because it feels like he's gonna tear it off.

"you don't wanna be a good girl?" seungmin's voice is sugary sweet as he pinches even harder, enough to make you sob with pain as he pushes the plug deeper into your ass, your poor hole being forced to accommodate something far larger than it's used to. it's so big, if feels like it's taking up all the space in your body. you might piss yourself

"you sure you don't wanna be a good girl? you were doing so well." he lets go of your poor clit, and then flicks it hard. you sob as a little bit of pee escapes, clenching down heavily to stop the flow, only to clench down on the toy as well and cry out in pain. your body spasms, trying to push the intrusion out, trying to do anything to avoid more pain... you piss yourself. all on camera.

you hear the chat go off, ping after ping of donations as the viewers celebrate your humiliation. "aww, poor puppy had an accident." seungmin plays with your pussy, flicking your clit again and again to make sure you keep pissing until you're completely empty. you’re sobbing loudly now, head buried in the pillows as you soak the bed in shame. and the worst part is… it’s only making you hornier. being used like this, piss isn't the only thing dripping onto the sheets.

seungmin gives you a minute to calm down, hushing your protests with gentle strokes to your pussy. "it's okay pup, you're not in trouble. be a good girl and take some deep breaths for me, yeah?" it takes you a couple of minutes, but soon your sobbing melts into whimpering instead.

"you ready to be a good girl now?" you sniffle into the comforter and nod, trying not to resist this time as he starts pushing the too big puppytail plug into you. "hush now puppy, you’re going to be fine. you can take this toy, can't you? you can be a good girl for me, can't you? don't you want to be good?" he starts to tickle your clit gently, making that pleasure curl in your tummy again.

but you start to whimper again when the stretch gets too much. when your poor butthole feels like it's going to be torn apart. you break the rules and try to speak, though the ring gag makes it nearly impossible "pleath, thop." all you get in return is a slap to your cunt and a laugh.

"you don't wanna be a good girl? you don't wanna be good for me? what do you think guys, should we let the puppy have a break?" you slump in defeat as you hear him talk to the camera, the chat going off again with donation alerts. there's a special alert saved for a very special viewer, 'kangachan'. you dread hearing his alert, because he always sends at least $1000. he always gets his way.

you hear the custom chime, and know your fate is sealed.

"oh puppy, poor, poor puppy. i know you don't wanna take this big plug... but donations like that pay the bills.”

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you've always felt safe around changbin until tonight. "c'mon babe, it'll be fun." he coos at you, tugging his tie loose like you've already agreed to it. you hate the dark, but... it's binnie. so you swallow your apprehension and nod, getting a flash of his bright smile before he ties the silk around your eyes.

"see? it's not so bad." but you can't see, you can't see at all. but maybe that doesn't matter because now he's kissing you, those pretty plump lips of his easily sliding against yours as he cups your face tenderly. yeah, maybe it's not so bad. you're here with your binnie, your boy. you're safe....

you can't see the wicked gleam in his eyes as he looks over your shoulder, still kissing you as he beckons the others forward: chan. han. minho. seungmin. even jeongin, even though he scares you with his mad eyes and the way he's always "accidentally" touching your intimate places.

you're so absorbed in kissing changbin you don't hear them approach, the blindfold heighting your senses not extending to your ears, all your focus is on your boyfriend. you don't know they're there, until it's too late, until multiple pairs of hands are dragging you off binnie's lap and ripping at your clothing, laughing and talking amongst yourselves about all the filthy and degrading things they're gonna do to you.

you cry, you scream, you try to take the blindfold off. but they've got you pinned down, large unfamiliar hands holding you down by your arms and throat, others pulling your legs apart as someone else tears off your panties. your screaming turns to sobbing as cold fingers roughly play with your folds, swiping through them to gather your unwilling slick before slapping your clit, pulling your lips apart to show the rest of them your fluttering little hole and spitting on it. all the while laughing at you.

you freeze at the sound of the first zipper going down, almost unable to believe that this is happening to you. then the others start undoing theirs in a symphony of your impending doom. you struggle and fight, screaming yourself hoarse as you feel the first cock nudging through your folds, lazy and unhurried. you scream for your boyfriend, for binnie, until suddenly your mouth is full of someone else's cock, fucking deep into your throat without giving you a minute to adjust. the others cheer as they watch chan and han double teaming you: the elder claiming your cunt while the younger fucks your face mercilessly. a nice little 3racha spitroast.

and all the while, changbin, the man you thought was the love of your life, watches, grinning and stroking himself as his friends fondle and abuse you. he's been waiting for this moment since the first minute he saw you, wanted to see you get wrecked and raped by his friends while he jerks himself off nice and slow, watching your pussy weep with desperate lubrication. he always knew you were a slut.

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you’d always had a soft spot for your bestie's younger brother. with his fox eyes and his dimples, and the way the tips of his ears turn pink when you smile at him. Jeongin. he's always been a little shy, and you're not dumb–you see how he looks at you. he’s too young for you of course, and even if he wasn’t. he’s your best friend’s little brother. he’s off limits.

he knows it too, explaining with surprisingly mature resignation that he gets it–even as he's confessing his feelings. he understands. he's too young for you, and besides, you already have a boyfriend. no, a fiancé. you're getting married in a few weeks. he knows he's being rude, and he knows you don't see him like that, but he just had to tell you.

you'll have one drink with him, right? just one last hang out before you go and become mrs whoever. he's got a playful twinkle in his eye and an air of confidence you haven't seen from him before, like somehow now that he's finally confessed his feelings out loud to you he doesn't feel so flustered anymore.

you like this Jeongin, with his easy going smile and relaxed laugh. you've never really had a proper conversation with him before, not really. he'd always stutter over his words, turning a pretty pink colour at your gaze before giving up and scuttling away again. this Jeongin is different, cool and calm and collected, grinning at you like youre sharing a delicious secret rather than gazing at you from afar with heart eyes.

one drink quickly turns into three, then four, then more. you get that pleasant giddy feeling, that warmth in your limbs that makes you feel all lose and relaxed. you're having fun. you almost wish you'd spent more time with Jeongin, now that you know how mature he is. now that you know he understands you can't be together, that he's happy just to hang out like friends...

you're so relaxed you don't notice the predatory gleam in his eyes. don't see the way his eyes flick to the tops of your breasts, to the hint of cleavage showing through your intentionally modest top. and you definitely don't see him slip the little pink pill in your drink.

you're so out of it you barely register him carrying you to his room, or the worshipful way he undresses you, kissing every inch of your skin as it's bared to him. he means to make love to you, for the start.

but he's only a few pumps in before he abandons that idea, hooking your legs over his shoulders and pounding into your tight cunt as he pins you in a mating press. he's gonna knock you up, fuck you nice and full of his cum until it's leaking out of your pretty pussy. and then he's gonna fuck you some more for good measure.

and if you start resisting when you start sobering up, that's fine. he's got all the stuff to keep you still, ropes and hand cuffs, even a few chains, and a spreader bar to keep your legs nice and open for him. he's gonna breed your pretty cunt until it takes, make you piss on sticks until you get those little lines that confirm your pregnancy.

you can't marry someone else if you're knocked up with his kid. 

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he'd seemed so nice at the bar, with an angel smile and a voice low enough to make your toes curl. he bought you a drink, you kissed the  corner of his mouth. he asked you to go home with him, you said yes. you were expecting a night of romance...

... what you were not expecting was to be stripped of your clothing the second he got you alone, a symphony of snapping threads and shredded fabric. you barely had time to scream before he'd shoved your torn panties into your mouth to muffle your sounds, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he carried you down to the basement, giving your now bare ass hearty slaps and laughing cruelly every time you tried to scream.

he's like a completely different person now, throwing you down onto the dirty mattress, laughing at your bouncing tits as you try to scramble away. he catches you by the ankle, dragging you back down the bed easily before straddling your waist, pinning you in place with his thighs. you sob with fear, wondering where the soft angel boy from earlier disappeared to.

"hush now pretty thing, don't cry..." he coos at you, trailing his thumb over your cheeks, collecting your tears before sucking the digit into his mouth, moaning erotically like your distress is the sweetest nectar. he gives you a wicked grin, moving to lick the salt directly from your face, his tongue warm and wet in a way that makes you tingle despite the horror of your situation.

" actually..." his grin stretches into something else, something half mad and sadistic. "cry more." he leans down to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it in a feather soft kiss "it’s making me hard."

he spends the next few hours playing rough with your body—yanking on your nipples and clit, twisting and biting your tits, biting your clit, slapping your face lightly before putting you over his knee and spanking you within an inch of your life... he seems to really get off on humiliating you, pulling your tongue out of your mouth and spitting on it, laughing at your tears as he forces you to swallow.

after a few hours though, you run out of tears, just lying there limply on the dirty mattress like a broken doll. he doesn't like that, slapping your face a little harder, trying to get a pain reaction more than anything else. he wants to see you cry.

you see the moment he has the idea, the cruel smirk and eyes flickering with something like mischief, but much more sinister. he moves to straddle your chest this time, undoing his belt and sloooowly dragging down his zipper while your tired and cry-swollen eyes widen with apprehension. thinking he wants a blow job, and wondering how the hell you'll fit that monster in your mouth as he reveals the heavy slug of his cock. but a blow job is not what he has in mind.

he grins wickedly, taking his thick but limp cock in his hand and aiming it at your face, the tip almost touching your lips...

"well if you won't cry, i guess i better find another way to make your face wet..."

you find that you are able to cry again, your tears mixing with his warm and bitter piss as he pisses all over your face, grinning that angel smile the whole time.

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dr. lee is a lifesaver. you've been going to his office for a few months now, two sessions twice a week, with an occasional freebie now and again. he seems to always know when you need it, an extra session to keep things under control.

you'd given up hope of finding someone to help you with your, ahem, problem. dark sexual desires that not even your kinkiest boyfriends could keep up with, dark and crooked fantasies that try as you might to lock them away at night had a habit of escaping in the heat of the moment, leading to freaked out lovers and relationships cut too far short. all because of your yearning for a little rapeplay.

you'd figured there was just something wrong with you. something broken in your brain that made you crave these dark things, things that you shouldn't want. things that made you a freak, according to pretty much every man you ever slept with.

so you started seeking help. holistically, because like fuck are you going to a doctor and saying "hey doctor, i can't get wet unless i pretend i'm being forced against my will". no one wants a grippy sock vacation. worse, knowing your luck you’d get yourself in the grip of some pervert who'd fulfill your fantasies under the context of 'treatment', when really all they're doing is getting their own rocks off. fucking a patient under the guise of exposure therapy. (which would be hot, if it wasn't some gross old man you pay hundreds to just to get some damn crazy pills)

cue several months of agonising self searching, of deep meditation and licking crystals, of meeting new therapists every week trying to find someone you felt comfortable enough to tell the truth to. you'd just about given up when you stumbled onto your last resort: hypnotherapy.

it was almost like fate, the way you met him. leaving another therapist full of lies–it's always easy to make up some new childhood trauma–and heading to your favourite dive bar, ready to get wasted and pick up a quick fuck if you get lucky. alleyway sex might not be particularly dark, but if you're drunk enough you can pretend it's what you really want–that you're being used by some stranger, who spiked you drink, looking to use you for their pleasure...

you'd got the strangest feeling, waiting at the crossing, pulling your scarf around you to ward off the chill as you wait for lights to change. like something, someone was calling you. when you turned around, he was watching you, with those wide, catlike eyes that seemed to see straight through your soul and into your darkest fantasies.

he didn't say anything, he just handed you a business card and walked away. you had made an appointment by afternoon the next day, and you've never looked back.

Dr Lee Minho. Hypnotherapist.

"That's right. Spread yourself for me." minho leans forward in his chair, eyes fixed on your glistening cunt as you obey his every word. he;s got you in his favourite position–laying back in his oversized recliner chair, completely naked, with a knee hooked over each arm... as you reach between your thighs and splay out your pussy for him

he was delighted when you called him, even though you knew he would. he's been watching you, coming and going from different therapy sessions, always leaving with a look of unsurprised disappointment before heading to the nearest shady establishment, getting near-blind drunk, and fucking the most repulsive creature in the bar.

he knew he had to have you. so he followed you, planting ideas here and there, getting you increasingly despondent as you were made to feel more broken. more freaklike. and then, when the moment was right, he revealed himself.

and now here you are, completely out of it and two knuckles deep in your own cunt. following his every instruction as he tells you to fuck yourself on your own fingers, to flick your clit and pinch it until it hurts, to spit on your tits and press your thumb into your asshole.

he's had you try out all his favourite toys, dildos and buttplugs ranging from regular human dick sizes, to the largest of knots. you had some fun with electroplay—you cried so deliciously when he made you zap your own clit, he couldn’t resist making you do it over and over, until you squirted, passed out, and pissed all over yourself. good thing the couch is wipe clean.

but his favourite thing? having you bounce on his cock, your tight little asshole stretched enough to gape as he fucks you rough, with your little tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat and that vacant look in your eyes you get when he's put you deeply under.

the only shame is that he never gets to finish inside you, never gets to fill your guts full of his creamy spend and watch it dripping out of your gaping holes, spilling into your needy little cunt that's practically pulsing, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled... good thing you look pretty with cum on your face.

you've been seeing him for a few months now, and while you both agree that you're making great progress, you dread the day when he tells you you're cured. sure, you might not recall your sessions, but you always leave feeling calm and satisfied. and your panties are usually soiled when you come out of your hypnotic state, but dr lee assures you that's normal when dealing with sexual repression.

you don't ask about your sore asshole, allowing yourself to fantasise that dr. lee is using you in your sessions. you just frantically fuck your fingers at night and hope.

the important thing is that your cravings are under control. you're able to have sex now without yearning for something darker, something dangerous. you even recently got a boyfriend, with whom you have a healthy sex life.

You might even manage to stay faithful this time.

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Jisung comes from an asexual reproductive species, so while the idea of pleasure isn't new to him (otherwise what would be the point in having so many tentacles) his species don't have different genders and genitalia.

Jisung had always wanted his own human plaything, and that was before he discovered porn. it was easy enough to hack into the earthling's networks, and he soon grew fascinated with the way being touched in certain places made humans squeal and squelch and moan. how their bodys fit together like jigsaw pieces...

so, when the others aren't looking, he snags a ship and sneaks away from the colony. he assumes a human form from some kpopstar he sees on a poster, and goes hunting for a plaything. you.

of course you said yes when your ultimate bias asks you on a date. at first he's all shy and sweet one moment, all big eyes and pouty lips and stuttered questions about 'do you wanna get out of here'... but once he's got you alone, he completely switches. looking at you like you're something to eat. no, something to... disecct. and as he goes to kiss you, with a strange and menacing look in his eyes, you faint.

you wake up strapped to a table, naked and spread under clinical lighting. you're alone with no idea how you got here, in this strange metallic room. you scream.

Jisung thinks your screams sound so pretty. he decided to stay in the human form he'd adopted to catch you, because to his delight it was the type that came with the closest things human's had to a tentacle, and while it was much shorter and firmer than his normal ones he was still looking forward to playing with it. and with you.

he wasn't fussy with what type of human he caught, but he is secretly pleased to find out you're the type that takes the human-tentacle. though Jisung definitely could've had fun with two human tentacles cuz all humans have holes somewhere.

he's even happier when he discovers how sensitive the globes on your chest are—nice and squishy, soft and round, with cute little coloured tips that seem to be extra sensitive. they quickly become his favourite part of you, even more than the fun wet place between your legs. he was planning to see how many tentacles he could fit in your holes, but the way you flinch away when he plays with your—breasts? yeah, that's the word—makes him hyper focus on those teats.

you start to cry as Jisung plays with your nipples, seeming fascinated at your different reactions. the way you try and keep all your sounds in, and the harder you try to stay quiet the harder he tries to make you loud. pulling and twisting and flicking, making you whine and moan and twist and shout. begging him to stop as you feel the coil of pleasure heating your belly...

and then he pinches both of them, hard, at the same time and... you squirt.

he loves that. starts babbling to himself in a language you don't understand as he rummages around the room , looking for something that you're sure only promises more humiliation as you lay there in a pile of your own juices and humiliation. you're surprised he doesn't bother to look between your legs, to inspect your puffy pussy and the slickness covering your lower half, but instead he seems hyperfocused on finding something to play with your nipples.

he grins wickedly at you when he finds what he's looking for, scuttling back to you and dangling two shiny pretty things at you. if you didn't know better you'd say those were... nipple clamps?

they are nipple clamps, and they hurt. you don't know what kind of alien material they're made of, but some how they're hot and cold at the same time, vibrating on and off, twisting themselves around your poor teats...

and Jisung? Jisung is having the best time, jerking his human tentacle in one hand while he shoves one of his real tentacles down your throat, pumping it back and forth the way he's seen humans do in the dirty films he's been watching. he thinks you look beautiful, your mascara running with tears and your lipstick smudged around his tentacle and your legs shaking from another orgasm as he uses another tentacle to suck on your clit...

his favourite parts are still your tits though, now that he's half given up on his human disguise and is using his tentacles to bind your body, wrapping them around your tits and squeezing so they stand out more. yanking on your nipple clamps and feeling the delicious vibrations as you try and scream around the tentacle fucking your face...

you're on the verge of another forced orgasm when Jisung cums through his human cock, experiencing his first human orgasm. as the sticky white sticks to his hand, he realises what's just happened and looks at your face with an evil gleam. he doesn't stop fucking your throat as he smears his cum over your pretty, puffy-cried face, smearing it really good so it covers your cheeks like moisturiser.

you try and flinch and pull away, but all that does is egg him on further. he uses more tentacles to spread your legs further and bend them up, almost folding you in half as he kneels in front of you, lining his human cock with your exposed pussy.

he gives your sore nipples one last strong tug before he starts to bully his human tentacle—his cock—into you. you try to protest, you try to scream. but what you actually do is cum, gushing over han's thick cock as he starts to fuck you deep and creamy, murmuring to himself

"like a jigsaw..."

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Your arms ache. 

That’s your first thought as you come to, vision blurry and head thumping from whatever they slipped you. Your arms ache… Which is no wonder, considering you’ve been strung up by them–bound like a bunny for slaughter. They’ve tied your wrists tied too-tightly, binding them together and attaching them to another rope looped over a hook in the ceiling, stretching you so high that your tippy-toes barely reach the floor.

They’ve taken your clothes. Stripped you bare while you were unconscious, and probably having a good fondle of your soft places before they strung you up like this. Bare. Vulnerable. Helpless.

The ropes rubbing your wrists raw are nothing compared to the crotch rope they’ve forced on you–coarse and scratchy, and cutting into your clit, the constant pressure making your your cunt throb as it lubes itself, getting wet in a desperate attempt to ease the discomfort, when in actuality all it does is add to your humiliation. 

They’d seemed so nice, at the bar. You didn’t ask about their dynamic, you were so flattered that two handsome strangers were taking an interest in you that you ignored the sirens screaming in your head when they started looking at you like a piece of meat they couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into...

 You should’ve listened to mommy’s advice about never letting a stranger buy you drinks.

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you’re so lucky that you have felix to take care of you, because you’ve been so tired recently that you can’t count the amount of times you’ve fallen asleep on him. his shoulder, his lap. on his couch, on his bed. 

you’re lucky to have such a patient and caring best friend, who never gets mad when you start to space out mid conversation, wrapping an arm around you instead and cuddling you close while continuing to chat about his day like everything is normal while you’re drifting off to the warmth of his body.

you’re lucky to have such a supportive best friend, who cooks for you when you’re too sleepy to take care of yourself, who doesn’t complain when you try changing your diet to see if it helps. instead felix is fully supportive, looking up recipes full of energizing superfoods, not caring how expensive ingredients are as long as he gets to help. 

felix even makes a workout plan for you both, making time in his busy schedules to go on runs with you and fit a few hours into gym sessions together, because maybe what you need is to be more active and trigger your body into healthier patterns.

but no matter how hard you try, no matter what you try, you’re still sleepy.

you don’t know that the reason felix is taking you to the gym is to get a glimpse of you in your short shorts, the tight fabric clinging to your body and revealing more than you realise.

you don’t know that the reason felix insists on cooking for you is because it makes it easier for him to lace your food with sleeping pills, making sure to crush them up small enough that you’d never suspect a thing.

you don’t know how turned on felix gets as he feels you cuddling against him, his cock getting harder as your body gets limper, thinking how soon he’ll be sliding it into you after you slide into sleep.

you don’t feel his finger lifting your eyelids, checking to make sure you’re really out of it before he lays you back on the couch.

you don’t feel him rearranging your body, heavy with sleep but oh so pliant in his strong hands as he arranges you how he wants.

you don’t feel your skirt being flipped up or panties sliding down as he undresses you, cock straining in his pants as he bares your pretty pussy to the room.

you don’t hear his belt unbuckling.

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‘that's it. good girl.'

minho's hand is firm and unyielding, pinning your skirt up as he presses on your lower belly, right over your bladder. your very, very full bladder.

jisung is on his knees in front of you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, keeping your quivering thighs spread so he has complete freedom to play with your crotch.

'come on, please.' jisung whines, lapping at your clit through your simple cotton panties—nothing fancy, just plain white cotton, innocent and... absorbent. 'lemme taste. just a little.' he nuzzles into 'baby, c'mon, please.'

'i know you need to, baby girl. you drank so. much. water.' minho punctuates each word with a firm press, physically pumping your resistance out of your bladder.

'no, no, minho no- please, don't make me-'

you feel it. relief. warm and shameful, soaking your panties and trickling down your thighs. jisung groans like he's been granted the greatest pleasure as your pee drips through the fabric and onto his face, his moans turning full on orgasmic when minho pulls your gusset to the side and grants him baptism from your bladder.

han moans between your legs, burying his face in your muff and slurping up everything he can find. minho leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek bone, licking up your tears before pressing that salty shame to your lips.

'that wasn't so bad now, was it, jagi?' 

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going on tour with skz, three rules must be obeyed.

number one: every member brings a 'guest'. number two: every guest signs an nda. number three: what happens on the tour bus, stays on the tour bus. the third rule always makes the boys laugh, at the double use of their fandom name. who are these essential guests? the answer is simple: the tour bus whores.

some are willing, at least at first. some are tricked. some are drugged—a tactic reserved for caught saesangs and ex girlfriends. however they got there, the end results are always the same: ruined holes, teary eyelashes, and cum everywhere. leaking out of every orifice, splattered over pretty faces, smeared over tits and asses like it's the finest moisturiser.

the clean up costs are sky high, and the ndas? water tight. unbreakable, unlike the poor women stumbling out of the bus after a long day's ride. with cum seeping through their ripped panties and bruises on their shaking thighs. it's not all forced orgasms and degradation though—some of them get back on, and some of them don't even get off–too busy being stuffed full of cock and cum. others stumble home with broken hearts and hymens, tearing down their stray kids posters and crying themselves to sleep. but that's their fault for not reading the paperwork.

each member has a different preference. some are simple, like changbin: he just wants a warm hole warming his cock while he naps. a nice fat ass or dripping wet pussy, he doesn't care as long as it's not too tight—as the member with the fattest cock and the least amount of patience, and he can't be bothered to break in a new bitch every time. the sobbing and whining makes it hard to sleep.

the sunshine twins like to share, not just their birthday's but their sadistic streak too. their latest obsession is to find a willing victim with small tits—the more insecure about it the better. they'll lure them onto the bus with sweet words and soft kisses, reassurances and affirmations and gentle touches to necks and waists.

but once their conquest is on the bus? the switch is immediate—protests ignored as they tear her clothes off, stripping her to the skin while the other members jeer and mock. they'll spend the ride experimenting: encouraging her breasts to grow by 'any means necessary', which means slapping and biting them until they're swollen, and then sucking on her nipples until they're red raw and puffy. they won't stop until she runs out of tears, her poor tits swollen and sore and her self worth shattered. then the switch flips again, and they turn into the sweetest boys—settling down on either side of her and cuddling her close, each taking a nipple to suckle on as they nap for the rest of the ride.

2min are another pair who like to share, though they want two bodies rather than one. they're preference? mother and daughter pairs—18+ only of course. fangirls who dragged mommy to a concert and now she's secretly a stay too—the classic sexually unfulfilled housewife, watching thirst trap reels and rubbing one out every night while her husband snores beside her.

seungmin likes to take the mothers, cooing softly as he worships their sagging tits and licks over their stretch marks. he's always gentle, so gentle, mixing his sweet affirmations of their beauty with harsh comparisons to their daughter's bodies—look at these breasts, so soft and saggy compared to your daughter's tight tits, fuck i love mommy's milk bags. the mixed messages get them confused, the praise making their pussies drip while the degradation making them burn with shame. they're so confused they don't realise seungmin has been adding fingers inside them until he's fucking them with his whole fist. fuck, i love your pussy, so loose and ruined...

minho likes to make the daughters watch, licking the tears off their cheeks as they watch their mommies get violated. he likes to gag them with panties, either their mother's or their own. though of course he prefers making them suck on mommy's knickers, but it depends which are more soaked with pussy juice. the important thing is the daughters can't call for mommy as he preps their anuses for a pounding with two stern fingers and cool-burn lube. sometimes he'll give them a proper figging—a stem of ginger shoved up inside their unwilling hole while he spanks their bottoms tender. other times he takes them raw, holding them by the jaw so that they meet mommy's eyes as he fucks their tight rosebuds into sore, sloppy holes. 

hyunjin is greedy. one slut is never enough—he needs at least three. he demands to be smothered in tits with a hot mouth on his cock, greedily sucking and switching different nipples while each hand is knuckle deep in some whore's pulsing twat. he wants to be covered in pussy juice while they fight over his cock, begging for his cum like he's some kind of god while he's tongue deep in a puffy cunt. it's become even easier with his ambassadorships—now he comes back from every event with a new snooty model or stuck up actress, the ones looking to use him to climb higher up the social ladder. he doesn't care. they all look the same when they squirt.

jeongin's MO is to find the noona with the biggest chest and seduce her with his shy maknae act—all smiley eyes and shy head dips, luring them in with a false sense of security before getting his fingers wet and making them forget their own name. he might only be one year younger than his hyungs, but his recovery rate puts them all to shame. his lucky noona will be treated to orgasm after bone shattering orgasm until she's begging him to stop, and only then will jeongin take what he really wants—a nice solid tit fuck. for him there's nothing better than seeing his cock thrusting between two glorious breasts, so big they're spilling out from his fingers and he squeezes them and ruts against them. the best noonas stick their tongues out to lick his tip, and all of them end up with his jizz on their faces. 

bang chan's preference is virgins. railing them raw and breeding them deep, thumbing their clits while they're stretched out on his cock and teaching them what a real orgasm feels like. sometimes he'll pick a new one after each show, point them out to security to invite them backstage so he can get them alone and sweet talk them out of their panties. the concert's not over until at least one pussy is filled with his hot cum. other times, when he finds a girl he really likes, he'll keep her for the whole tour—fucking her full and deep until her tight cunt has memorised each curve and vein of his fat dick. his own perfectly moulded cocksleeve. he can fuck other sluts too, bit no one else is allowed to touch his girl. leader privileges. 

bang chan doesn't hog all the virgins though. tour always starts with a time honoured tradition—the virgin sacrifices. what better way to celebrate opening night by opening some pretty legs, working through the post concert adrenaline by breaking a few hymens. like bang chan always said: you're not a real mad until you've had blood on your sword. it truly is a night of debauchery—creampie after creampie, bukkake after bukkake, until the girls are covered in more cum than sweat. picking them up and passing them around, sharing and caring using all their holes for pleasure. the first girl to squirt gets a special prize—anything she wants. some want merch, some want phone numbers... but a lot of them just want to sit on han jisung's face again. 

not forgetting the most important seat on the tour bus: the seat of honour. though it's not really a seat at all... more of a glorified gloryhole.

it's located in the middle seat of the bench at the back of the bus. raised on a higher platform slightly so that it–and its unlucky occupant—are always on full display. few participants go there willingly. it's mostly a punishment, saved for saesangs and bitchy ex girlfriends, drunk or drugged or otherwise unable to protest. it's a bit of a fuss getting them in—opening the compartment and fixing their legs to the spreader bar, lifting their hips and securing them in place so that their whole ass and hips are poking up through the hole in the seat—exposing their privates completely while keeping the rest of them locked under the chair.

it's jeongin's favourite place to be—sitting to the side and playing with the anonymous pussy. spreading the lips and pinching the clit, seeing how many things he can stuff in the unwilling holes until muffled sobs can be heard from under the seat cushions. and on the last day of tour, the seat of honour is rewarded by getting thoroughly bred—each of the members taking turns to fuck it into a sloppy gape, bruised and red and leaking cum all over the seat.

so if you get invited, go on tour with stray kids. it’s not an experience you'll forget. 

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“Wake up, pretty thing.”

You’re woken up by a voice you’d long wished would stay in your dreams. You’re not sure how long they’ve been keeping you captive, but long enough that you know that some things are worse than nightmares. Like the gentle stroke of cold fingers against your cheeks, and then lower. Trailing down your neck, your collarbone, down over the swell of your breasts… until those gritty fingertips brush over your pebbled nipples. Tracing around your areolas, then gently rolling your sensitive buds between fingers more suited to pinching.

“Open your eyes, princess.” Oh god, they’re both here. 

Sometimes, when it’s just one or the other, they’re less harsh with you. The Artist is, at least.

The Artist is the taller one, the one with the siren eyes and the slashed eyebrows… when he has you alone, he calls you muse. He likes to draw you, paint you. Paint on you, in oils and acrylic, and of course eventually cum. He’ll arrange you how he wants you-–his artists’ knife more than enough to coax you into stillness—in lewd poses, exposing your private parts to his canvas, teasing your features into wanton expressions, a grotesque illusion of pleasure. 

The worst part is that it works. You’ll be spread out on his mattress—the same one they’ve fucked you on countless times–s-ucking your thumb of one hand and spreading your folds with the other, baring yourself to his brush as he paints you with fevered passion. The longer you lay there, the more goosebumps you get. And just when the cold starts to really hurt, he smirks at you knowingly. 

He starts talking to you, calling you his beautiful muse, telling you how beautiful you look spread out for him, how he’d stop fucking you like a slut if the bruises didn’t make you so pretty… and with every word you slowly, shamefully, you feel yourself get wetter. By the time he’s finished, you’re laying in a puddle of your own slick, unable to do anything but croon dumbly as he strokes his wet paintbrush over your clitoris, your little nub tingling with anticipation as your empty cunt clenches around nothing. 

He’ll tease you softly, the soft sable hair brush tickling your clit so deliciously as he holds the rest of you against his chest, the both of you naked with him kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings while you writhe in his arms, surrounded by a scattered circle of his sketches. Once you’ve cum once, twice, that’s when he takes you. Lifting you up just enough to line himself up against you and then lowering you back onto his long cock. 

Sometimes he doesn’t even fuck you. He just keeps you there, warming him, while he starts another sketch. For those moments you can almost imagine he’s your lover, not your captor.

But when they’re both present, The Artist is more sadistic. Using his creativity to bind you into new shapes, hog tying you into the most uncomfortable positions-–his favourite for now seems to be laying you on your front with your wrists to ankles and your legs parted by a spreader bad, hair tied into a ponytail and yanked back cruelly to connect it to the triple balled anal hook he forced into your ass, propping you open for when they decide they’ve gotten bored of using your mouth.

It’s hard to say which option is worse when they’re deciding which hole to take. The Artists’ cock is longer, cunt or ass he’s still gonna fuck you deep enough that you’ll feel it in your throat. The only difference is whether you feel it through your stomach or your cervix. 

But the other one… Hyung…  his cock is thick. Punishingly thick. And he doesn’t like prep.

Sometimes they just string you up and make you watch them fuck—wrestling on the mattress, feathers flying everywhere, rolling and choking and snarling like to feral hounds fighting for dominance. The broader one usually ends up on top, wrestling the younger one onto his front and yanking his jeans down until his bottom is bare to the room, spitting between his cheeks before ramming his thicker cock into The Artists’ tight hole.

“Hyung, hyung, hyung- AH-!”

It’s why you call the other one—the one with the coke-can dick-–Hyung. He seems to like the way The Artist wails, tears and snot streaming into the mattress as hyung ravages his ass. Punishingly fast and brutally hard, railing the younger one like he’s trying to snap his spine.

You don’t know when those violent displays started making you wet, but Hyung was delighted, calling you a filthy little whore as he cut you down from the ceiling, two fingers at the entrance of your puffy cunt, smiling wickedly as gravity skewers you onto them and makes you squeal.

The Artist squeals too when Hyung throws you down on the mattress next to him, shoving your face between The Artists’ cheeks and making you tongue up his creampie. No matter how you choke and sputter neither will let you up until you’ve drunk every drop, The Artist making sure to push out every dribble of Hyung’s cum while Hyung himself fingerblasts you until you squirt. It never takes long, after hours of watching Hyung’s cock pound into The Artists’ ass, pumping him full of cum, knowing how good that cock feels when it’s your ass he’s splitting in two…

Fuck,where did that thought come from? You're not supposed to be enjoying any of this…

“Princess, wake up.”

You’re brought back to the present by two not-too sharp tugs on your nipples, the stinging quickly stroked and soothed as you blearily open your eyes. It’s hard to rest properly when you’re strung up by your wrists, and you are exhausted.

It’s Hyung waking you up. Of course it is, with his wolfish grin and the dimples you thought were cute but now make you tense with fear.

“Hello, sleepyhead.” 

He coos, gently rolling your nipples in his gritty fingers. It’s always worse when he’s gentle, his soft touches a stark contrast to the harsh ropes he ties you up with, to the way the concrete scrapes your skin raw when he fucks you hard on the floor, pinning you in place with one heavy boot on the back of your neck and his cock so deep in your guts, fucking you so hard you feel like you’re gonna throw up.

You don’t relax as he cuts you down, but you’re so weak from being kept here as their prisoner you can’t help but collapse into his arms. He laughs softly, supporting you up into standing with one arm around your waist and another groping your tits.

“We’re going to play a game, princess.” He exchanges a wicked grin with The Artist before smiling sweetly at you again, kneading your tit like it belongs to him.

“We’re gonna let you escape. And if you get away quicker than we can catch you, we promise to let you go.”

They fucked you first. Of course they did. Hyung bouncing you up and down on his coke-can cock, stretching your poor little asshole until you were sobbing. Then The Artist shut you up by shoving his dick down your throat, his thumbs hooked inside your jaw to stop you from biting him. And once wasn’t enough, of course it wasn’t. No,  if they were gonna let you escape, they weren’t letting you go without giving you a proper marking.

Load after load, deep in your pussy, deeper in your ass, plus one splattered on your face for good luck. Claiming you from the inside out. And then… they let you go.

With a fifteen minute headstart.

They give you shoes, but nothing else. But you’re not concerned with modesty when the taste of escape is fresh in the air. You run hard, harder than you ever have in your life before, so pumped full of adrenaline that you barely feel the low branches whipping your flesh and the thorns tearing into your skin.  All you can think about is escape.

Escape. Escape. Escape. Escape.

You run until your lungs feel like they’re going to give out, and then you keep running. A stone tears through your flimsy soled sneaker, and you keep running. You run through the pain, through the fear. Through the blood. Through the cum dripping down your thighs and the tears running down your face. Through and through. Anything, anything to escape.

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