SITRI

ᯓ★ SERIES

・you caught my heart :: ★ (bangchan) ・ where faces go :: ★ (hwang hyunjin) ・ i can hear you :: ★ (han jisung) ・ prim and proper... or not? :: ☆ (han jisung) ・ hometown, baby (smau) :: ★ (bangchan) ・ major arcana :: ☆ (ot8)

ᯓ★ BANGCHAN

・ melting point :: ☆ ・ wrecked and ruined :: ☆ ・ it's finally time :: ★ ・ you're twisted :: ☆ ・ love is timeless :: ★ ・ fake it till you make it :: ☆ ・ melting point 2.0 ft. hwang hyunjin :: ☆ ・ poisons & venom :: ☆ ・ relunctant sub bangchan :: ☆ ・ i hear you :: ★ ・ did you just flinched? :: ★ ・ crawling back to you :: ☆ the devil wears fendi :: ☆ ・ inspection :: ☆ ・ backseat driving :: ☆ ・ coaxing :: ☆ ・ inspection pt. 2 :: ☆ ・arch that back (smau) :: ☆ ・ make it up :: ☆ ・ chan's mommy gf :: ☆ ・ veneers :: ☆ ・ room 2425 :: ★ ・ wolf on leash :: ☆ ・ spring day :: ★ ・ chrome hearts :: ☆ ・ forest flames :: ☆

ᯓ★ LEE MINHO

・ blazing heat :: ☆ ・ jealous :: ☆ ・ sharing is caring or whatever ft. bangchan :: ☆ ・ tangled :: ☆

ᯓ★ SEO CHANGBIN

...to be filled.

ᯓ★ HWANG HYUNJIN

・ valentine's event :: ☆ ・ pretty boy :: ★ ・ pillowtalk : ☆

ᯓ★ HAN JISUNG

・ light it up :: ☆ ・ valentine's event :: ☆ ・ he's doomed :: ☆ ・ aphrodisiac :: ★ ・ who's in charge? :: ★ ・ who are you? :: ★ ・ you what? :: ★ ・ the green-eyed monster :: ☆ ・ loser han jisung :: ★ ・ skin deep :: ☆ ・ muncher all the way :: ☆ ・ surprise :: ☆ ・ arch that back :: ☆ ・ he's lucky, you love him :: ★ ・ rival :: ☆ ・ pegging jisung :: ☆ ・ tangled :: ☆ ・ homecuming :: ☆ ・ ghost :: ★ ・ catch me, spidey! :: ★

ᯓ★ LEE FELIX YONGBOK

・ sly gamer :: ☆

ᯓ★ KIM SEUNGMIN

・ attention :: ☆

ᯓ★ YANG JEONGIN

・ arch that back (smau) :: ☆ ・ celebrity :: ☆

ᯓ★ OT8

・ matching your freak :: ☆ ・ she's not very much single :: ☆ ・ niche porn tropes :: ☆ ・ to choke or to get choked :: ☆

ᯓ★ OTHER GROUPS

・ girl!dad jung wooyoung (atz) :: ★ ・ mean dom!park seonghwa (atz) :: ☆ what that tongue can do? (atz seonghwa) :: ☆ ・ vengeance (atz hongjoong) :: ☆

You push off the mirror and walk over to where he’s sprawled. Your sneaker nudges his ribcage just enough to make him roll his head toward you. Those dark eyes blink up, heavy-lidded with frustration.

“It’s been four hours,” you say. “Everyone else left two hours ago.”

“They’re not the ones who have to sell this.” He sits up, elbows on bent knees, fingers raking through damp hair. “The choreo for the rest of the song is fine. It’s this damn dance break. Every time we get to it, I look like I’m at a school dance trying not to get caught by chaperones.”

A laugh escapes you. “That’s oddly specific.”

“I stand by it.” His mouth quirks—that smile that’s undone you since the day you joined KQ’s dance team. “I don’t know how to…I mean, you’re you, and I’m supposed to just—”

He gestures vaguely at the space between your bodies.

“Pretend you want me?” you offer.

“That’s the problem.” His voice drops. The studio’s acoustics catch the words and throw them back, intimate and sharp. “I’m not pretending.”

You know what he means. You’ve felt it before during late-night rehearsals, when his hand lingers on your waist a beat too long. During music video shoots, when he catches your eye in the mirror and holds it while the choreographer barks counts. During countless industry parties where you orbit each other, never colliding.

“Then don’t pretend,” you hear yourself say.

Yunho rises. All six feet of him unfolds with the controlled grace that made him ATEEZ’s main dancer. Standing, he towers over you. You’ve always loved that—how someone so tall can move so fluidly, how he has to angle his head down to meet your gaze.

“Easy to say.” He’s close now. Close enough that you catch the clean scent of his deodorant under the sweat. “Harder to do when there’s a camera three inches from my face and I’m trying not to think about—”

He stops.

“About?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Yunho.” You step into his space. The tip of your sneaker touches his. “Say it.”

His jaw tightens. The muscle flexes under skin that’s flushed from exertion and frustration. “About doing it for real. Not for choreo. Not for the cameras.” His hand lifts, hovers near your hip. “We’ve been dancing around this for a year and a half, and now I have to roll my body against yours in front of everyone and act like it doesn’t make me lose my mind.”

The confession hangs between you. “Okay,” you say.

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s stop pretending.” You reach up—way up, he’s so tall—and curl your fingers into the damp cotton of his shirt. “Run it again. The dance break. But don’t perform it. Do it.”

Something shifts behind his eyes. The frustration melts into an intensity that makes your stomach drop. He nods once.

You take your positions in the center of the room. The mirrors catch both of you from every angle—your shorter frame, his towering one. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Yunho pulls out his phone, queues the track to the dance break timestamp.

“Ready?”

“Are you?”

He thumbs the screen.

The music kicks in, a slow, grinding beat layered with synths that drip down the walls. This is the part where he’s supposed to stalk toward you like prey. In rehearsals, he’s been stiff. Mechanical. Counting steps in his head.

Now he moves. His body rolls forward with a languid confidence that wasn’t there thirty minutes ago. Each step is deliberate, a predator’s prowl. His shoulders drop, his hips loosen, and suddenly he’s not ATEEZ’s smiling, puppy-like Yunho. He’s someone else entirely.

Your cue arrives. You meet him halfway, your body slotting against his according to the choreography. Chest to chest, your back arching as his hand spans the small of it. The contact burns through your thin practice tank.

“Better?” Your voice comes out breathier than intended.

“Not done yet.” His free hand slides up your arm. Over your shoulder. Traces your collarbone with one fingertip. “There’s the dip.”

In the choreography, he’s supposed to bend you backward while his mouth hovers near your throat. The camera will be close-up, selling the tension.

He does it now. His palm is a furnace against your spine, lowering you until your hair brushes the floor. His face descends. His lips stop a millimeter from the pulse point beneath your jaw. His breath ghosts over your skin.

You make a sound. It’s small and involuntary and it makes his grip tighten.

“That’s the sound they wanted me to fake getting out of you,” he murmurs against your throat.

“Yunho.”

He pulls you upright. But his hands don’t leave your body. They slide to your hips, fingers pressing into the give of your flesh through your leggings. The choreography calls for him to walk you backward now. He does. Your back hits the mirror.

“The glass is cold,” you gasp.

He just hims, his forehead dropping to yours. The music’s still playing from his phone, tinny and distant, but neither of you are moving to its rhythm anymore. “Tell me to stop.”

“Do you want me to?”

“No.” The word comes out wrecked. “I want to know if you want me to.”

Instead of answering, you fist both hands in his shirt and yank. Your mouths collide. Teeth clack and noses bump before you find the right angle, and when you do, the noise Yunho makes is something between a groan and a growl.

His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you open immediately for him. The kiss deepens, wet and urgent, while his long fingers dig into your hips. He tastes faintly of the iced coffee he downed an hour ago. Bitter and sweet.

You hum and he swallows the sound with another kiss, pressing you harder into the mirror. It rattles. One of his thighs wedges between yours, and the pressure draws a moan from somewhere deep in your chest.

“That,” he breathes. “That’s what I need to hear when we do this for real.”

“Pervert.” But you’re smiling, and he’s smiling, and his hand is sliding from your hip to trace the waistband of your leggings.

“Can I?” His voice is serious now. The playfulness dialed back. He’s checking in, even with his body caging yours against the glass and his eyes so dark the pupils have nearly swallowed the iris.

“Yes,” you say. “Yes, Yunho, please—”

His fingers dip beneath the elastic. The first brush of his fingertips against your skin makes your hips jerk. He’s methodical about it—exploring the jut of your hipbone, the softness of your lower belly, the edge of the lace you wore under your practice clothes like some part of you knew tonight would end here.

“Pretty,” he murmurs, looking down and thumbing the fabric. “Were you hoping?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe.” He clicks his tongue. His fingers travel lower. “I like that.”

The first touch is light. Exploratory. He traces you through the damp lace and his breath hitches like he’s the one being undressed. His forehead falls to your shoulder.

“You’re already wet.”

“You’ve been grinding on me for hours.”

He huffs a laugh against your skin. Then his fingers push the lace aside and there’s nothing between his calloused fingertips and your heat now.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

His middle finger slides through your folds. It’s tentative at first—mapping you, learning the topography of your vulva. When it circles your clit, your head thunks back against the mirror.

“Feel good?”

“So good.”

He applies more pressure. Slow circles that make your thighs tremble on either side of his. His free hand braces against the mirror beside your head, caging you.

“Look at me,” he says.

You do. His face is flushed. A vein stands out in his neck. His lips are swollen from kissing, and he’s watching you with an intensity that makes your stomach clench.

“Want to see what I do to you,” he says. “Been wondering what you look like when someone’s making you feel good.”

“Yunho.”

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

Your hips roll against his hand. He takes the hint and slides one long finger inside you. Your inner muscles grip him immediately, and the sound you make echoes off the practice room walls.

He adds a second finger. Stretches you. Curls them forward until he finds a spot that makes your vision white out at the edges.

“Right fucking there, isn’t it?”

You can’t form words. Your nails dig into his shoulders, his shirt bunching under your grip. He works his fingers in and out, crooking them on each withdrawal, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit.

“The way you look right now…” he trails off, voice ragged.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He does. The kiss is messier now, less coordinated, his tongue fucking into your mouth in the same rhythm as his fingers. Your orgasm builds at the base of your spine—a tightening, a coiling, something gathering strength.

“Close,” you gasp.

“Yeah?” He speeds up. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you fill the space between you, obscene and perfect. “Good. Want to feel it. Want you to come on my fingers before I even get you on my cock.”

The filthy words push you closer to the edge. Yunho, who trips over his own feet when he gets distracted, who once accidentally called a producer “mom,” who brings snacks to rehearsals for the whole crew—that Yunho is three fingers deep inside you and talking like he was born to undo you.

“Let go,” he says, lips brushing your ear. “I’ve got you. Come, baby, let me feel it.”

You shatter. The orgasm rolls through you in waves, each one punctuated by the continued thrust of his fingers, your inner walls pulse around them. A broken cry tears from your throat, and he swallows it in another kiss, gentler this time, guiding you through the aftershocks.

When you finally go limp against the mirror, he withdraws his fingers carefully. He brings them to his mouth and licks them clean while maintaining eye contact.

“Better than I imagined,” he says.

“You imagined?” Your panting and sweating, a blissed out expression on your face.

“Obsessively.” He drops his hand to your waist. “But I’m not done with you.” The words send a fresh surge of heat through your already-spent body.

He reads the response in your expression and smiles as his thumb traces your jaw. “You can say no. We can go get ramyeon and pretend this was practice stress and never talk about it. I’ll figure out the choreography some other way.”

“Or?”

“Or you can let me take you to that couch over there and give you a proper stress reliever.”

You push off the mirror. Your legs are still unsteady, but you walk toward the worn leather couch shoved against the far wall.

Yunho follows. His steps are unhurried, but there’s a coiled tension in his shoulders, a predator’s patience. He pulls his shirt over his head as he walks. The fabric drops somewhere behind him, forgotten.

You’ve seen him shirtless before. Costume changes backstage. Summer practices when the air conditioning failed. You’ve seen the lean planes of his chest, the subtle definition of his abdomen, the way his hip bones cut a V that disappears into his waistband.

You’ve never really been allowed to look. Now you stare. And he lets you, a flush creeping up his neck that betrays his bravado.

“Your turn,” he says when you reach the couch.

You strip your tank top off. The sports bra follows. His eyes drop to your chest, and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I’m really going to be useless in rehearsals now.”

You laugh as the backs of your knees hit the couch. You go down, and he follows, his long body covering yours. The leather sticks to your bare skin. He braces himself on his forearms, and for a moment he just looks at you—spread out beneath him, hair fanned on the cushion, chest heaving.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says simply. Like a fact. “I’ve wanted to say that for so long.”

“Yunho—”

“No, let me.” He dips his head to kiss the hollow of your throat. “Wanted to tell you for so long.” A kiss to your collarbone. “Wanted to make you feel so good.” A kiss to the swell of your breast. “That you’d never even look at another man again.”

His mouth closes over your nipple. The heat of it arcs through you like an electrical current. He suckles gently, then harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak until you’re arching off the couch with a cry.

“So pretty,” he murmurs against your skin, closing his eyes.

He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand works the waistband of your leggings down over your hips. You lift to help him, and the fabric slides away along with your underwear, leaving you bare beneath him.

He sits back on his heels to tug his own bottoms off. The sight of him kneeling between your spread thighs—his dark hair disheveled, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his hands pulling his boxers and sweatpants off with unsteady fingers—burns itself into your memory.

When his cock springs free, your mouth goes dry. He’s proportionate. Of course he is—he’s six feet of long limbs and elegant proportions, and his cock is no exception. Long and thick and already slick at the tip.

You reach for him, fingers wrapping around his length. He shudders, hips jerking forward involuntarily. His forehead drops to yours as he lines himself up, the broad head of his cock notching against your entrance. He’s so hard it must ache.

“Go slow,” you whisper. “You’re—”

“I know, baby. I will. I promise.”

The first inch steals your breath. He pushes in, pausing every time your muscles flutter around him. His jaw is clenched so tight the tendons stand out. Sweat beads at his temples.

“Tight,” he grinds out. “So fucking tight. You’re—God, I’m not going to last.”

“Don’t care. Just move.”

He does. A slow, deep thrust that seats him fully inside you. You both groan in unison—a sound that harmonizes, that could almost be musical if it weren’t so wrecked.

“Look at you,” he breathes, pulling back to watch where your bodies join. “Look at how well you take me.”

His next thrust is harder. The couch creaks. Your hands fly to his back, nails raking lines down his shoulder blades that make him hiss.

“Yes,” he growls out, head tipped back.

He sets a rhythm—deep, driving strokes that hit somewhere devastating inside you. The angle has you seeing stars. His pubic bone grinds against your still-sensitive clit with every thrust, and you’re already building toward another peak.

“Yunho, I’m—”

“I know.” He presses closer, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, and the new angle makes you cry out. “Feel you squeezing me. You’re going to come again, aren’t you? Going to come on my cock this time?”

“Please, please, please—”

He slams into you. Harder. Faster. The dirty talk falls away into wordless sounds—grunts and moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh. Your leg slips down and hooks around his waist, heel digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.

“Where?” he gasps. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside. Come inside me.”

He groans and buries his face in your neck. His hips lose their rhythm, stuttering into something frantic and desperate. You feel the exact moment he lets go—the hot pulse of his release flooding you, the guttural moan he spills against your skin, the way his whole body shudders like he’s been electrocuted.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts out. “God, baby, yes.”

The sensation tips you over the edge a second time. Your orgasm crashes through you, milking him, drawing every last drop from his trembling body.

For a long moment, neither of you move. He stays buried inside you, softening. His breath is hot and damp against your throat. Your fingers trace lazy patterns on his sweat-slicked back. 

“Well,” you finally say, voice hoarse. “That choreography’s not going to be a problem anymore.”

He laughs. The sound vibrates through his chest and into yours. “No. Definitely not.”

He lifts his head. His face is flushed, hair a disaster, lips kiss-bruised and swollen. He’s never looked more beautiful.

“Stay tonight,” he says. “My place. We can order food, watch something stupid, and I can do that again in an actual bed.”

“Very romantic.”

“I’m a romantic guy.” He grins, and there’s the Yunho you know—the sweet one, the genuine one, peeking through the man who just fucked you senseless on a practice room couch. “Also I want to wake up next to you.”

Warmth blooms in your chest. “Okay,” you say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But you’re buying the food.”

“Deal.” He kisses you. Soft and slow this time.

He pulls out gently, and the loss of him makes you wince. He notices and presses a kiss to your forehead before hunting for tissues to clean you up.

The aftercare is surprisingly tender for two people who just defiled company property. He wipes you down with care, murmuring praises the whole time. You’re so beautiful. You did so well. I can’t believe you’re real.

When you’re both dressed, wrinkled practice clothes and all, he takes your hand.

“Ready?”

“For ramyeon or for round two?”

He laughs. Pulls you toward the door. “Both. Definitely both.”

TAGLIST—

The stadium is sweltering hot, the crowd is screeching between innings, and if one more guy spills beer on you, you might actually lose it. You usually love baseball games, and have so much fun shouting for your favorite team and eyeballing the hot players in their tight pants. Usually.

Maybe you just haven’t had enough to drink. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be having fun with your friends, leaning into them and whispering about the game, or more commonly, the players you have a massive crush on.

Or maybe you’re sitting there thinking about your date from last night, the guy who talked way too much and didn’t ask a single question about you. You didn’t even want to go, he was a friend of a friend, and you owed her a favor, and he was kind of cute, so you figured, why not? Big mistake.

You haven’t sworn off dating, but your recent string of bad dates has become particularly exhausting. You love your friends, but there’s a part of you that wants to go to these games with somebody else. A partner. Preferably in a romantic capacity. 

There’s a group of guys on the right of you, and Mina keeps leaning forward, trying to make jokes with them. They laugh and joke back, and you try your best to laugh and play along. You catch a few of their faces when you glance over, and Jesus fuck, they’re all good-looking.

Your friends are on the other side of you, definitely drunk, and having the time of their lives. You resort to actually watching the game, trying to focus on something to drown out the chaos around you. A batter on the other team strikes out, so terribly that you almost feel bad for them.

“Ouch…that’s embarrassing," you mutter under your breath.

“It’s one strikeout,” a voice from next to you says, almost annoyed. “There’s plenty of game left to play.”

You whip your head to see the man sitting next to you, smirking as he sips his beer. There’s a Giants hat on his head, which makes you laugh. They’re losing pretty badly right now.

“Giants fan?” you ask, as if it isn’t obvious.

“I take it you’re not,” he observes.

“I don’t really have a favorite,” you say honestly. “But there’s at least 5 more teams I’d pick before the Giants.”

He scoffs at that, but you catch a faint hint of a smile as he turns back to watch the game. He’s really, really handsome. You turn to your friends to hide your smile as you sip your drink. 

You make snide comments as the game goes on, and he dishes them right back at you. One of the players on your team drops a ball, and you let out a groan.

“That’s your guy?” the man whispers next to you. 

“Hush,” you say back, because it’s the only thing you can think of without making prolonged eye contact and stuttering over your words. You try to hide your smirk but can’t deny the flirty edge that the conversation has. 

You’re only half listening to Sana drone on about how she hates her new boss when the giant screen above you flashes pink. Bold words appear on screen.

KISS CAM.

The camera bounces around from couple to couple, a series of cheers echoing throughout the crowd. Sometimes it’s cute, like when the people on screen are obviously dating, but half the time it looks so awkward when random strangers pucker up just because of a little attention from the camera.

It takes a second to register when your face pops up on the screen.

Your face. And the man next to you. The man you met today, the man whose name you don’t even know.

“Do it!” you hear your friends laughing beside you, egging you on.

You turn and see his friends doing the same, patting him on the back and hollering at him. You make eye contact with him and can’t help but laugh. 

You give him a shrug. “Why not?” you say. It’s harmless. Plus, he’s stupid hot, and you’d be dumb to turn down a kiss from a hot stranger, even if it is in front of thousands of people.

“Ah, what the hell.” He sighs, smiling, and leans forward.

Your lips connect, and you hear the crowd erupt around you. You feel the sound vibrate through your seat more than you can hear it. His lips are so warm and soft, and everything fades away for a moment. It’s tender, surprisingly so. 

You break the kiss first after a few seconds. Four seconds? Or ten? You lost count, honestly. You pull back in time to see his eyes flutter open. He smiles at you, warm and genuine. God, he is really handsome.

The crackle of the announcer over the loudspeakers catches your attention, and you remember where you are all at once. You feel your chest tighten, suddenly very aware of what had just transpired.

“I’m Seungmin,” he says, and you snap out of the panic you were about to enter. 

You introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“That’s one hell of an icebreaker,” he jokes. You both laugh, turning your eyes towards the field before the embarrassment sets in again.

You find it increasingly hard to keep your eyes off Seungmin as the game continues. He bumps your elbow every time he leaps out of his seat to cheer on his team, and you have to pretend you don’t notice. You smell his cologne when he leans in too close to make a snide comment, and you have to roll your eyes to avoid making eye contact with him. Trying to act cool, like he doesn’t do anything to you, is pure torture.

The game ends 6-5. You didn’t pay too much attention to the score, just enough to tease Seungmin when the Giants slipped behind. It didn’t matter though, they ended up pulling through and winning tonight.

“I never doubted them for a second,” he says smugly.

“You probably should have,” you say back, laughing.

Your friends get up to leave, and you turn to follow them, collecting your empty drink cup as you walk out. Just then, you feel a tug on your wrist.

“Wait! Uh…can I get your number?” Seungmin asks, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Your eyes light up as you look back at him and nod. The two of you exchange numbers, ignoring the way both of your friend groups snicker and tease behind you, before going your separate ways. 

The whole walk back to the train, your friends talk about the day, their plans, and their lives, but you’re not really listening. It’s hard to when your mind is full of the handsome stranger you’d just met minutes ago. And you especially can’t stop thinking about the kiss.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Mina says, nudging your shoulder. 

You shrug your shoulders and turn to stare out the window. “Just tired. We had a long day.”

She doesn’t buy it, leaning closer into your space to get a better look at your face.

“Are you thinking about the Giants guy?” she says, definitely teasing you. You shoot her a glare and roll your eyes, but you feel your face grow warm and hope it doesn’t show.

You get home, you shower, eat some leftover pasta that’s been marinating in your fridge, and collapse into bed. By this point, you’ve mostly convinced yourself that today was a one-off. A funny story to bring up at dinner. “Remember that one time…” your friends will say. That’s just what happens. You meet someone fun at an event, and then life takes over.

But as soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Unknown: giants won btw. in case you needed a reminder.

You roll your eyes before saving the contact and typing a reply, smiling to yourself like an idiot.

You: a whole text JUST to brag? Seungmin: just making sure you knew Y: I was THERE S: yeah but did you watch or were you distracted Y: no idea what you’re talking about S: mhm… Y: congrats on the win, don’t let it get to your head!

You find yourself checking your phone more than you’d like to admit over the next few days. Your heart skips a beat every time you get a notification on your phone. Sometimes, he says good morning and asks about your day. Sometimes he just sends a dumb meme with absolutely no context. Or provides commentary for whatever game is on that night. 

Today’s message from him starts differently than usual.

Seungmin: hypothetically You: hypothetically… S: if I needed a date for a wedding Y: okay… S: would you go with me? Y: what’s in it for me? S: you get to feel REALLY GOOD about yourself for doing a favor for little old me S: and a free trip to Jeju…

Your eyes go wide at that.

Y: it’s in JEJU!? S: yeah my cousin’s loaded or something Y: hypothetically it would be a yes S: okay great! S: another hypothetical… Y: mhm S: ….i told my mom i was bringing my girlfriend? Y: you have a girlfriend? S: NO no no i don’t have a girlfriend, that’s the problem Y: i see… S: so uh would you also hypothetically pretend to be my girlfriend? Y: you can’t tell your mom you were lying? S: it’s…complicated. i’d rather not be lectured or have her try and set me up with all of the bridesmaids

You’d also prefer that, but you don’t mention it.

Y: hmm…hypothetically one weekend wouldn’t kill me S: oh my god you’re a lifesaver Y: hypothetically? S: super not hypothetically. very realistically actually Y: okay fine. when is it? S: next weekend Y: you’re good at planning things S: please? Y: if i say yes too fast does it make me look like a loser for not having any plans already S: if you say yes too fast it makes you look like an absolute saint for saving my ass Y: would you look at that! i’m free

You close your eyes, excited for the upcoming weekend. But not too excited. That would be too obvious.

The airport is crowded and much too noisy for this early in the morning. Seungmin finds you easily, waving you down by the check-in counters. He’s taller than you remembered, cleaned up nicely, but definitely sleepy.

“Hi, stranger,” you say as you walk up to him. He greets you with a sleepy smile, and you notice how cute he looks bundled up in a hoodie and his tousled hair.

“Ready to lie to my whole family?” he says, laughing, like he can’t believe he’s about to do exactly that.

To be honest, you’re not sure. You hardly know this man, but if there’s a chance you continue seeing him, the last thing you want to do is put on a false persona or lie about your guys’ history.

By the time you settled into your seats, Seungmin insisted on getting the window seat, and you had a couple of hours to get your story straight.

“How long have we been dating?” you ask as the plane steadies after takeoff. 

“Sorry?”

“In your hypothetical world that you told your family about. How long have we been together? Where did we meet? We need to get our story straight!”

“Ahh okay. So, we’ve been together four months.”

“Specific, believable, I like it. How did we meet?”

“The truth. Baseball game kiss cam. I literally couldn’t make it up if I tried,” he laughs.

“Okay, fair.”

You talk about his family and what to expect for the rest of the flight. Every family has its drama, quirky relatives, and secrets. The flight wasn’t long enough to cover everything, but you feel confident you know who to avoid and who’s safe to talk to.

The plane lands, and you find yourself hoping they like you. Hoping that after all this, Seungmin still likes you too.

The hotel is massive, spewing bright neutral colors and modern accents. You’re still marveling at the lobby, looking at the ginormous chandelier above you, when Seungmin waves a keycard in front of your face.

“C’mon, I want to shower before dinner.”

And the room is just as nice as the lobby. It’s large, with a balcony facing the ocean attached. You’re high up enough where the noise from the street won’t bother you when you try to sleep, which you’re grateful for. The giant king bed sits in the center, surrounded by beautiful artwork.

Giant king bed.

One bed. Singular.

You set your stuff down, frowning at the arrangement. “It’s a little soon to share a bed, don’t you think?” You try to come off as playful, but your heart is beating faster at the thought of sleeping next to a man you hardly know.

“I know, I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned that.” His apology is sincere, and you can tell this weekend is already stressing him out.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m just joking. I guess they wouldn’t really have believed us if you asked for separate rooms anyway, right?”

He relaxes his shoulders at your comment, nodding in agreement and putting down his stuff. He disappears into the bathroom, and you take the time to flop down onto the bed.

Everything’s going to be fine. People share beds all the time. Sana has slept in your bed more times than you can count after a night out, and you’re perfectly fine with her crowding your space or snoring in your ear.

You’re still thinking about a thousand different ways this weekend could go wrong when Seungmin comes out of the bathroom, showered and dressed. 

“We have a couple of hours to kill. Wanna go for a walk?”

And so you slip your shoes back on and head back down to the lobby.

The fresh air feels nice and warm with a hint of sea salt. The two of you make your way down to the beach and start to walk along the shoreline. Seungmin kicks off his shoes and rolls up his pantlegs before heading closer to the water.

You follow suit, slipping off your sandals and skipping towards the water. You flick a bit of water up with your toes, and it lands on him.

“Hey!” he shouts, laughing, flicking it back at you. You squeal and run, holding your pants up to keep from dragging them through the water.

The wet sand sticks to your feet as you pretend to run, only getting a couple of yards away before two arms wrap around you to stop you in your tracks. Your shrieks turn into laughter as you twist in his grip, trying to get away. Your feet kick in the air as he lifts you a couple of inches off the ground. 

“Put me down!” you cry out. He carries you a couple of steps before putting you down. You playfully push him, both of you still laughing. You notice the wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and your heart swells with joy. Just joking around like this just feels so comfortable with him. 

The two of you keep walking down the beach, commenting on the beautiful view or the temperature of the water.

“Thank you for coming,” he says after a while. “I know it’s weird and we barely know each other and—”

“Seungmin.”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Hush. I’m having fun.”

He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeps walking, and you watch his worried face disappear into a smile.

The sun starts to set before he suggests you head back to change into clothes for dinner. You agree, and he loosely wraps his arm around you as you walk back to the hotel.

The rehearsal dinner is held in a banquet room just off the hotel’s main lobby. The room is draped in white fabric and well lit, the kind of setup that would cost at least three or four times your rent. You hardly have any time to admire it before you’re shuffled through conversations, meeting Seungmin’s relatives.

“This is my girlfriend,” he says about a dozen times before you have to remind yourself that that’s not actually true. You feel your heart flutter every time a relative comments on how cute the two of you are, though.

His aunt whispers something in his ear that makes his ears go red. His uncle tries to get the two of you to take shots with him before Seungmin eventually whisks you away from the conversation.

There are a few toasts, most of which drone on forever, with Seungmin fidgeting in his seat. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you have a feeling that he isn’t up to talking about whatever family-related issues are causing his stress.

“Almost done, I promise,” he says low in your ear as he guides you to what you’re hoping is the last group of people.

There’s a woman in a long white dress, not quite a wedding dress, standing at the front of the room towards the podium, accompanied by a tall man in a suit. You’re guessing the bride and groom.

“Seungmin!” The bride says warmly. “I’m so glad you came!”

“Hi, Yuri. Congratulations.” His voice is flatter than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Cousin!” his cousin exclaims as he pats him on the back. Seungmin introduces him as Jiho, his mother’s sister’s son.

“You must be the girlfriend! I’ve heard about you,” Yuri says. She flicks her eyes up and down, as if she’s assessing you. You’ve gotten it from most of his family members, but she’s been the most obvious one to do it tonight. Probably bride confidence, or one too many glasses of champagne.

“All good things, I hope,” you say, sipping on your glass of wine.

“We’ll let you get back to it,” Seungmin says quickly, leaving you almost no time to wish them a good evening before he guides you out of the room and to the elevators.

“Are you okay?” you ask. He’s noticeably stiffer, adjusting his clothes like they’re too uncomfortable now.

He makes eye contact with you and seems to realize that he’s sending a million different distress signals. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just family stuff.”

You nod your head in understanding, not wanting to push it further. The elevator dings and you step into it, feeling the warmth of his hand on the small of your back.

“Do you think they suspected anything?” you ask as he unlocks the door to your room, trying to be lighthearted.

“Never, you did perfect,” he says, with a genuine smile you haven’t seen since earlier on the beach.

You sit on the bed, letting Seungmin use the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas first. This is possibly the strangest first date you’ve ever been on, if you can even call it that. You text your friends back, updating them on the day, and lock your phone before they can barrage you with questions you don’t feel like answering.

“All yours,” he says, stepping out of the steamy bathroom. He’s drying his damp hair with a towel, fully in his pjs, but he looks so handsome like this. You stop yourself from staring too hard before you take your turn getting unready from the day.

By the time you come out of the bathroom, Seungmin’s not in the room. You notice the balcony door is slightly open and see a figure standing outside, leaning against the rail. You slide the glass door open and join him outside.

“All good out here?” you ask.

“Yeah, just…thinking.”

“About?”

“I’m really glad you came with me.” He turns to look at you, sincerity written all over his face. He gently grabs your arm and pulls you in for a hug.

He smells so nice. You get a whiff of his shampoo mixed with his laundry detergent, but then catch something else underneath it all. It’s just Seungmin. A man you hardly know who has managed to weave his way through your every thought in just a few weeks.

You pull back a moment, offering a smile, and he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. Your pulse quickens, the way it always does when he looks at you like that. 

“Can I…?” he starts, tipping his head down slightly, and you know what he’s asking.

You answer by closing the gap yourself.

It’s soft, much softer than the first. There’s no crowd counting down, no friends drunkenly cheering you on–just you and Seungmin, under the moonlight in a quiet moment. He wraps one arm around you to pull you tight against him, and you snake your hands around his neck to ground yourself. The ocean’s waves crash in the background faintly, and you feel the nerves from before fall away. It’s more comfortable than you were expecting, not that you were expecting anything.

When he finally pulls back, he keeps his forehead against yours. If he loosens his grip on you, you might fall over. You hope he doesn’t.

“Ready to lie to more people tomorrow?” he laughs sheepishly.

You laugh, kissing him again in response. If there’s something still unsaid between you, it can wait until tomorrow.

The morning is a bit of a blur. You get dressed and make your way over to the venue, a beautiful building that seems like it was made just for weddings. Seungmin is antsy the whole time, holding your hand through it all like letting go would mean certain death. The ceremony is beautiful, and you sit right beside him through it all. It’s been a lovely weekend being a plus one at a wedding for people you just met yesterday.

At the reception, you’re standing near the edge of the dance floor waiting for Seungmin to come back from the bar when Yuri comes over to you.

“Hi!” she says brightly.

“Congratulations again,” you say. “The ceremony was beautiful.” “Thank you so much.” She glances around, maybe looking for someone. “It must be so weird for you to be here.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” you shrug. “I don’t know many people, but Seungmin’s been the best at introducing me to everyone.”

She takes a sip of her champagne. “You’re brave for showing up to your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s wedding. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it.”

Her voice replays in your head. Your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend's wedding.

Your head tilts sideways, and your heart sinks to the floor. Maybe you misunderstood her. “Sorry, what?”

Yuri’s face flickers with surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry. He must not have told you…”

Your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your ass. You excuse yourself, setting your glass on the nearest surface and high-tailing it out of there. You pass the bar on the way and catch Seungmin’s surprised face when you don’t stop.

The elevator doors close, and you realize how fast your heart is beating. Who cares if the bride is his ex-girlfriend? You certainly don’t have room to be jealous, he isn’t actually yours to be jealous over. Still, it would have been nice to get a heads-up.

You throw your shoes off when you get into the room and head straight for the balcony. Your stomach starts brewing something nasty, and you feel like you might throw up if you don’t get your breathing under control soon. The breeze feels nice against your face, and the ocean serves as calming white noise as you take deep breaths.

The balcony door opens behind you, and you hear slow footsteps behind you. You don’t turn around.

“You could have told me,” you say, trying not to cry.

“I know,” Seungmin says as he approaches the railing next to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Why? Why are you even here?”

“I’m here for my cousin, and my mother would have thrown a fit if I didn’t come.” You scoff. “But still, I should have told you. I just didn’t know how.”

You stay silent for a moment. “I get why you didn’t.” The words surprise you as they come out of your mouth. But it’s the truth. You do get it. “It still would’ve been nice to know.” “That’s fair. I really am sorry.”

You both fall quiet for a moment before you break the silence again. “She’s marrying your cousin?”

He laughs for a moment and nods his head. “Yeah. Like I said, family drama.”

“I’m really sorry, that’s a lot to handle.”

“It’s fine. It was years ago. We dated in college, they got together after we broke up. I’m pretty sure there was some overlap, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Do you…,” you start to ask a question, but hesitate. You’re not afraid of the answer, per se. You’re afraid of the insecure girl bottled up deep inside, afraid that revealing her means showing your true feelings. Leaving everything out in the open, vulnerable. 

“Do you still love her?”

“No.” He answers quickly and without hesitation. It eases the butterflies in your stomach, but now he knows. He knows that you’d been thinking about it, that you care. 

You nod slowly, accepting his answer. He takes a step closer, grabbing a hold of your hand as it dangles by your side. The air on the balcony shifts as he takes a step closer, dragging his hand up your arm before resting it on your cheek.

“Let me show you.” It’s a request that you gladly accept with a nod as he leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle yet passionate, showing you he means what he says. 

He walks you backwards back into the hotel room, sliding the glass door behind you as he guides you back into the room. The lamp lights are on, and your shawl and heels are kicked to the corner as you try not to trip on them. The fan humming does little to mask the noise of your heavy breathing between kisses.

Seungmin’s hands are everywhere. Cupping your face, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist, making good on his word. He kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against yours as he backs you further into the room.

He guides you down gently on the bed, and you can feel how hard he is through his dress pants. It makes the heat between your thighs grow, your mind suddenly filled with nothing but want. He snakes a hand behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he says, kissing down your body. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

You’re left in your lace bra and panties, and his mouth comes down hot against your body as he leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down. His hands cup your breasts, and you let out a moan when his thumbs brush against your nipples.

“Seungmin, please,” you breathe out as you pull him closer.

He unhooks your bra and drops it to the floor. His mouth closes around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue around it. You tug at his hair in response, basking in the feeling.

Your hands fight with his shirt buttons as he crawls back up your body to kiss you again. He takes off his dress shirt and peels off his undershirt, exposing his lean torso. He looks so hot all disheveled like this.

You reach for his pants next. “Off,” you demand. He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, cock springing free. It’s hard and bright red, already glistening at the tip. You reach down between you to give him a couple of strokes, and he lets out a deep moan at your touch.

He hooks his fingers into your panties and rips them off next, grabbing at your thighs to spread them wide. You’re soaked, you can feel it. He stares in awe.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters before situating himself between your thighs.

He places a kiss on your inner thigh before dipping between your folds, licking at your entrance. He works his way around your sopping cunt, and you feel the heat in your belly grow.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moan as he moves to pay attention to your clit.

He hums against you in response, sending shockwaves through your whole body. He finds a rhythm that makes your head spin and your muscles tighten as you head barreling towards your peak.

“I’m gonna—fuck, Seungmin!” You cry out, hips bucking and shaking against him as you come in his mouth. Your body is trembling, and he slowly works you through your orgasm.

You pull him back up once your body stops shaking and taste yourself on his lips. You kiss him sloppily, not bothering to stop for a breath. “Need you, right now.”

He positions himself at your entrance, pausing for a breath. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, feeling like you’re going to explode if he waits another second.

He pushes in slowly, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You feel the stretch inch by inch, feeling so perfectly full as he bottoms out. He drops his forehead against yours when he’s fully buried inside you.

“I could stay here all fucking night,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good already.”

“Seungmin, please move.”

He starts with slow, steady thrusts that quickly turn rough and passionate. The bed creaks below you in time with his movements. You wrap his legs around him, making him hit deep inside. You let your nails rake at his back, and he lets out a deep moan.

As soon as he angles his hips and hits the sensitive spot inside you, you’re seeing stars. His movements quicken, and the room is filled with the slapping of skin against skin. You feel the heat come back, about to bubble over once again.

One of his hands slips between you, thumb making circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel your body squeeze around him, cunt pulsing, and your vision whites out.

“Holy shit, Seungmin!” you cry out his name over and over as he fucks you through another orgasm.

He follows moments later, the feeling of you clenching around his cock throwing him into his own orgasm. His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, choking out your name as he comes. He collapses over you, and both of you try to catch your breath.

After a minute, he rolls over next to you and pulls you close, tracing circles on your back. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you feel sticky, but it all feels so right.

“Please stay,” he whispers against your hair. “After this weekend. I want to take you out. Properly.”

You nuzzle your face deeper into the crook of his neck. The balcony door is still cracked open, letting in a gentle breeze that cools your warm skin.

“I’d like that,” you say, looking up to give him a gentle kiss. 

It may have been a weird weekend, but you have no regrets. Not when it brought you here, on an island in the middle of the ocean, in the arms of a ridiculously dorky, handsome man.

a/n: thank you all so much for your support! sorry again if this feels rushed, i had so much fun writing it i've just been SO busy!!

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LEE LEEKNOW MINHO

Minho is a teasing sadist even when he’s losing control. He has you on all fours, one hand fisted in your hair as he fucks you hard from behind. Every deep thrust makes him groan, and instead of letting the sounds out freely, he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder blade.

The bite is sharp and deliberate, meant to muffle his pretty moans. “Quiet… or I’ll bite harder,” he whispers, voice sweet but threatening, right before his teeth dig in again. He loves the way you whimper when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him. He alternates between soft, teasing nips and hard, possessive bites that leave clear teeth marks.

He’ll bite the back of your neck, your shoulder, even the curve of your waist if he can reach it. Each bite is accompanied by a low, muffled groan that vibrates against your skin. When he’s close, his rhythm becomes punishing and his bites turn almost feral. He cums with his teeth sunk deep into your shoulder, groaning loudly into your skin as he fills you. Afterwards, he licks the bite marks almost apologetically while calling you his pretty kitten.

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is loud, intense, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s lost in you. He has you bent over the edge of the bed in a deep doggy-style position, his powerful body completely covering yours from behind. His thick, muscular thighs slap against the back of yours with every brutal thrust, the sound wet and obscene in the room.

Every time his fat cock slams deep into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your toes curl, a deep, guttural groan builds in his chest. He tries to hold it back, but he can’t. Instead, he leans forward, pressing his broad, sweaty chest against your back, and sinks his teeth hard into your shoulder. The bite is strong and possessive, his jaw clenching as he muffles a loud, animalistic moan against your skin.

“Fuck— baby, you’re so tight,” he growls, voice deep and rough, the words vibrating through his teeth into your flesh. His massive hands grip your snatchable waist tightly, fingers digging deep into your soft skin as he uses your body like a handle to pull you back onto his thick cock. The contrast is overwhelming. His huge, muscular frame against your smaller one, his teeth sunk into your shoulder while he pounds you mercilessly.

The position lets him hit even deeper, and his muffled moans become louder, more broken. He growls into your skin, teeth clenched tight as his hips stutter. He cums with a loud, deep, muffled roar, sinking his teeth hard into your shoulder as thick ropes of cum flood deep inside you. His whole body shakes against yours, muscles flexing as he holds you in place, refusing to let go until he’s completely emptied himself.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin turns even something as raw as biting into something almost poetic. He has you riding him slowly, his back against the headboard, hands gripping your hips as you sink down onto his cock. His head falls back at first, long hair messy, lips parted in pleasure. But as the intensity builds and his thrusts become deeper, needy moans start slipping out.

He suddenly leans forward, burying his face in the curve of your neck and shoulder. His teeth graze your skin teasingly at first, then sink in with a low, breathy groan that vibrates against you. “You feel too good… I can’t stay quiet,” he whispers hotly before biting harder, teeth pressing into your soft flesh as he snaps his hips up sharply.

The bite is firm but graceful enough to leave a clear imprint, but never truly painful. He loves the way your body jolts when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him in response. His long fingers dig into your waist as he uses your body to bounce you harder on his cock. Every deep thrust is paired with a new bite. On your collarbone, the top of your breast, the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

Then he'd moans against your skin, teeth grazing before sinking in again. His voice is breathy and beautiful, even when muffled. As he gets closer, his bites become more desperate, almost frantic. He holds you down on his cock with one hand on your waist while his mouth stays latched onto your shoulder, moaning loudly into your skin as he cums deep inside you. Afterward, he gently kisses and licks every bite mark, admiring how pretty they look on your skin while whispering how perfect you are.

HAN JISUNG

Jisung is loud, desperate, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s inside you. He has you in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you hard and fast. His face is buried in your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin with every thrust.

Every time his cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you, a loud, broken moan tries to escape him. He solves it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the sound against your skin. “Fuck— baby, you feel so good I can’t—,” he whimpers before biting down harder, teeth digging in as his hips snap forward desperately.

His bites are messy and needy, lots of small, overlapping marks all over your shoulders, neck, and collarbone. He can’t control himself. The harder he pounds into you, the harder he bites, using your body to muffle his loud, whiny moans. “I’m sorry— you’re too tight,” he whines pathetically against your skin, teeth still latched on.

When he gets close, his thrusts turn frantic and sloppy. He buries his face completely in your neck and bites down hard on your shoulder as he cums, moaning loudly into your flesh while filling you up. His whole body shakes against you. Even after he finishes, he keeps his teeth gently pressed against your skin for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he starts kissing and licking the marks apologetically.

LEE FELIX YONGBOK

Felix’s deep voice makes his muffled moans incredibly sexy. He has you in missionary, body pressed close to yours as he fucks you with slow, deep rolls of his hips. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin.

Every time he bottoms out, a low, rumbling groan builds in his chest. He muffles it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, the vibration of his deep voice traveling straight through the bite. “You feel so fucking good, angel,” he groans against your skin before biting harder, teeth pressing firmly into your flesh as he grinds deep.

His bites are sensual and possessive. He loves leaving a trail of marks across your shoulders and chest. The combination of his deep voice, his teeth on your skin, and his thick cock stretching you open is overwhelming. He’ll switch between soft, teasing nips and harder bites that make you gasp. “Can’t stay quiet when you’re this tight around me,” he moans, voice beautifully low even when muffled.

When he’s close, his thrusts become deeper and more intense. He holds you tightly and bites down on your neck as he cums, groaning deeply into your skin while filling you up. The feeling of his teeth and his low, vibrating moans pushes you over the edge with him. Afterward, he gently kisses every bite mark, his deep voice soft and loving as he tells you how perfect you felt.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin tries to stay composed, but you feel too good for him to stay quiet. He has you pinned beneath him, fucking you with sharp, precise thrusts. His face is in your neck, and every time a moan threatens to slip out, he bites down on your shoulder.

The bite is firm and teasing. “Can’t even stay quiet for me?” he mocks softly against your skin before sinking his teeth in again. His bites are tender, never too painful, but hard enough to leave clear marks and make you whimper. He loves the way you clench around him when he bites. “Pathetic… getting wetter every time I bite you.”

He keeps one hand in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he has better access to your neck and shoulder. His thrusts are relentless, each one paired with a new bite. When he’s close, he bites down harder, muffling his rare but beautiful moans as he cums deep inside you. And even that bite couldn't hide how desperate his moans are spilling ending up with his whole body rigid. Afterwards, when you tried to open it up with he'll act as if that thing never happened.

YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin gets surprisingly possessive and eager when pleasure overwhelms him. He has you in doggy style or spooning, body pressed close as he fucks you hard. His face is buried in the back of your neck or shoulder, breathing heavily.

Every deep thrust makes him moan, so he solves it by biting down on your shoulder. “Noona… you feel too good,” he groans before sinking his teeth in, trying to muffle the sound. His bites start a little shy but quickly become more confident and possessive. He loves leaving marks on you, clear evidence that he was there.

As he gets more lost in pleasure, his bites become harder and more frequent. He grips your waist tightly with one hand while biting your shoulder, using your body to pull you back onto his cock. “I can’t stop… you’re too tight,” he whimpers against your skin, teeth still latched on. When he cums, he bites down firmly on your shoulder, groaning into your flesh as he fills you up, making up pull his head up just so he could gasp the pleasure out. Afterward, he becomes very soft and clingy, kissing the bite marks gently while asking if he was too rough.

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But what do you do when they're the ones who keep coming after you?

You weren't rude. When Jisung flashed that bright smile or when Minho looked at you with those sharp, teasing eyes, you let the conversations happen. You laughed at their jokes, answered their questions, and tried to keep things light.

You just never expected it would lead here.

The room felt too warm, the air thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin and low, broken moans. You sat frozen at the edge of the bed, eyes wide, heart hammering as you watched something no one on campus had ever seen.

Jisung was in complete control.

You'd always thought it was Minho who held the power between them. The way they acted in public, the way Minho's sharp tongue and confident stare seemed to lead everything, made it easy to assume he was the one calling the shots behind closed doors too.

You were so wrong.

Jisung had Minho pinned beneath him, wrists trapped high above the older boy's head with one strong hand. His hips snapped forward hard and deep, pounding into Minho with a steady, ruthless rhythm that made the bed creak. Minho's back arched off the mattress, a desperate groan slipping from his lips every time Jisung drove back in.

With his free hand, Jisung wrapped his fingers around Minho's leaking cock, stroking him in time with every powerful thrust. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as precum dripped over Jisung's knuckles.

You bit down hard on your lower lip, your throat suddenly dry. Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched Jisung dominate the usually cocky, composed Minho so completely. Minho's usual sharp gaze was gone, replaced by glassy, half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. His lips parted on a shaky moan, body trembling under Jisung's relentless pace.This was the side of them no one else knew.

And now... you were seeing it all.

Jisung's dark eyes suddenly flicked up and locked onto yours.

Even as he kept fucking Minho with deep, punishing thrusts, that wicked smirk slowly spread across his lips. His hips never faltered. The wet slap of skin against skin continued, steady and filthy. His hand kept pumping Minho's throbbing cock, thumb teasing over the slick head, spreading the mess of precum with every stroke.

Minho let out a broken whine beneath him, hips twitching helplessly, but Jisung didn't even glance down. His gaze stayed glued to you, burning with heat and amusement.

"What are you watching so intently, baby?" he asked, voice low and teasing, slightly rough from exertion. Another hard thrust made Minho moan louder, but Jisung just grinned wider. "You've been sitting there biting that pretty lip the whole time."

He gave a particularly deep roll of his hips, making Minho's back arch sharply off the bed. A shaky gasp escaped the older boy, but Jisung still didn't look away from you.

"Why are you so far away?" Jisung continued, cocky and breathless. His fingers tightened around Minho's wrists as he pounded into him harder, the bed creaking under them. "Don't you want to come closer? Don't tell me you're just gonna sit there and watch when you could be right here... touching... tasting... letting us make you feel good too."

His smirk deepened, eyes darkening as he took in your flushed face and nervous posture.

"Come on, sweetheart. Don't be shy. Move closer. Join us."

Minho's hazy, pleasure-drunk eyes managed to find you too. His lips parted on another moan, voice wrecked as he breathed out, "Yeah... come here..."

The air felt even thicker now, heavy with the scent of sex and the sound of their bodies moving together. Your heart raced wildly in your chest as Jisung kept staring at you, never slowing down, waiting for you to decide.

Your hand started moving with more confidence, stroking Minho's thick, leaking cock from base to tip in slow, steady pumps. Your fingers squeezed gently around the swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the slick precum that kept dripping out. Minho moaned louder, his hips twitching up into your fist, chasing the pleasure you were giving him.

Softly, almost shyly, you called out, "Ji..."

Jisung's dark eyes immediately flicked back to you. That wicked smirk still played on his lips, but his gaze softened with heat when he saw the way you were looking at him.

The second your eyes met, you leaned in closer. Your free hand reached up to cup his jaw as you pressed your lips against his in a tentative, hungry kiss.

Jisung groaned into your mouth, the sound low and rough. He kissed you back instantly, deep and possessive, his tongue sliding against yours while he never stopped thrusting into Minho. His hips kept that steady, filthy rhythm, pounding deep into the older boy with every wet slap of skin.

Your hand never stopped moving on Minho's cock either, stroking him faster now, twisting lightly at the tip just like Jisung had shown you. Minho whimpered beneath the both of you, his body trembling between Jisung's relentless thrusts and your eager hand.

Jisung pulled back just enough to nip at your lower lip, breathing hot against your mouth. "Fuck... that's it, baby," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "Keep stroking him just like that."

He captured your lips again, harder this time, tongue exploring your mouth as the three of you moved together, your hand pumping Minho's throbbing length, Jisung fucking him deep and steady, and your lips locked with Jisung's in a messy, heated kiss.

The room felt impossibly hot, filled with the sounds of moans, wet skin, and heavy breathing. You were right in the middle of it now, and it felt dangerously good.

Jisung's tongue moved hot and deep against yours, kissing you like he couldn't get enough. Right underneath you both, Minho stared up with wide, glassy eyes, completely lost in the sight of you two making out.

"Mmhh... Jisung-ah..." Minho whined softly, voice breathy and needy. "You two look so pretty kissing like that...  It's making me so hard..."

His words came out all shaky and enamored, hips twitching helplessly as he watched your lips slide together, tongues teasing. He looked completely gone, cheeks flushed dark red.

You felt a rush of confidence and doubled down on your hand, stroking Minho's throbbing cock faster, squeezing tighter around the swollen head, letting your thumb rub over the slick tip on every pass.

"Ahh—!" Minho let out a high, whiny moan, his whole body jerking. "Fuck... that feels so good... don't stop, please—" His hole suddenly clenched hard around Jisung's cock, pulsing tight and greedy.Jisung groaned loudly, breaking the kiss just enough to look down at him.

"Shit, Hyung... you're squeezing me so fucking tight," he growled, voice rough with pleasure. He slammed his hips forward harder, driving deep into Minho with every thrust. "All because she's jerking you off so nicely, huh? Such a greedy little hyung..."

Minho whimpered pathetically, eyes fluttering as another broken moan spilled from his lips. "Jisung-ah... it's too much... feels too good..." His voice cracked into a whine, body trembling between Jisung's relentless pounding and your eager hand flying over his leaking cock.

You kept kissing Jisung again, tongues tangled, while your fist pumped Minho faster, the wet, filthy sounds filling the room. Minho kept whimpering and moaning beneath you both, completely lost in the pleasure you and Jisung were giving him.

Minho started squirming beneath you both, his hips twitching uncontrollably as pleasure built higher and higher inside him.

"Ahh— Jisung-ah..." he whined, voice high and shaky. His wrists flexed uselessly against Jisung's firm grip, but he couldn't break free. "It's coming... I think I'm gonna— mmph— I'm getting close..."

His body twisted and arched, legs trembling as he tried to push up into your stroking hand and back onto Jisung's cock at the same time. He looked so desperate, flushed and sweaty, eyes half-closed and glassy with need.You didn't slow down. Your hand kept pumping his throbbing, leaking cock faster, slick sounds growing louder and wetter with every stroke. Jisung kept thrusting deep and steady into him, never missing a beat.

Minho let out another broken whimper, his back bowing off the bed. "Please... it feels too good... I can't— I can't hold it..." His thighs shook, hole pulsing rhythmically around Jisung's cock as his orgasm crept closer. Precum spilled messily over your fingers, making every stroke even smoother and filthier.He kept squirming and writhing between the two of you, soft needy sounds spilling from his lips nonstop. "Jisung-ah... baby... your hand— ahh! Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Minho kept squirming and whining underneath you, his body twisting desperately as his orgasm crept closer. You couldn't resist anymore.You pulled away from Jisung's lips and turned your full attention to Minho. Without a word, you leaned down and pressed your mouth against his, shutting him up mid-whimper with a deep, hungry kiss.

Minho moaned loudly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you back eagerly, tongue sliding messily against yours. He tasted sweet and desperate, every little whimper and gasp spilling straight into the kiss.

Your hand never stopped moving, stroking his throbbing, leaking cock faster and tighter, thumb rubbing over the slick head with every pass. At the same time, Jisung kept pounding into him with deep, powerful thrusts, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Between your eager hand and Jisung's relentless cock, Minho was completely lost.

He squirmed harder beneath you, hips bucking wildly as pleasure crashed through him. His kiss turned sloppy and needy, soft whiny sounds escaping into your mouth with every thrust and stroke.Jisung groaned above you both, still gripping Minho's wrists tight. "That's it, Hyung... let her kiss you while we make you cum. You're so close, aren't you?"

Minho could only moan helplessly against your lips, his body trembling violently. His hole clenched tight around Jisung's cock as his orgasm finally hit.

With a broken, muffled cry into your kiss, Minho came hard.

His cock pulsed and throbbed in your hand, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum over your fingers and across his own stomach. His whole body shook and arched, legs quivering as wave after wave of bliss washed over him. He kept kissing you through it, desperate and sloppy, whimpering softly every time another spurt spilled out.

Jisung didn't stop thrusting, drawing out every bit of Minho's orgasm while you kept stroking him gently, milking every last drop.

Minho was still trembling beneath you, lips parted and breathing hard against yours as the last waves of his orgasm faded. His cum coated your fingers and painted messy streaks across his flushed stomach.

But Jisung didn't stop.

His hips kept moving, thrusting deep and steady into Minho's tight, clenching heat. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder as Jisung chased his own release, never slowing down even as Minho whimpered softly from the overstimulation.

"Hyung... fuck, you feel so good," Jisung groaned, voice rough and low. His grip on Minho's wrists tightened as he drove in harder, hips snapping forward with purpose. "Gonna fill you up... gonna cum so deep inside you."

Minho let out a shaky, whiny moan, still dazed from his own climax. His hole fluttered weakly around Jisung's thick cock, squeezing him with every thrust.

You stayed close, one hand gently stroking Minho's softening cock while you watched Jisung's face twist with pleasure. His eyes were dark, focused, lips parted as heavy breaths escaped him. A few more powerful thrusts and Jisung's rhythm started to falter. His hips stuttered, pressing deep as he buried himself to the hilt inside Minho.

With a low, broken groan, Jisung came.

His cock pulsed hard inside Minho, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum deep into him. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop as far as it would go, hips twitching with each wave of pleasure. A deep, satisfied moan rumbled in his chest as he filled Minho completely, claiming him in the most intimate way.

Only when the last spurts finally faded did Jisung's movements slow. He stayed buried inside Minho for a long moment, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on his skin.

Minho whimpered softly beneath the both of you, voice weak and wrecked.

"Jisung-ah... so full... I can feel you..."Jisung leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to Minho's forehead, then turned his head to look at you with that familiar cocky smirk, eyes still hazy with pleasure.

"Your turn next, baby," he murmured, voice dripping with promise.

Jisung stayed buried deep inside Minho for a few more seconds, savoring the warm, slick heat around his cock. Slowly, he pulled out with a wet sound, a thick trail of his cum leaking from Minho's used hole.He finally released Minho's wrists and leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against the older boy's sweaty forehead.

Minho let out a soft, tired whimper, still catching his breath, his body limp and glowing with aftershocks.Jisung turned his head to look at you, that familiar cocky smirk returning to his lips, eyes dark and hungry.

"Hyung," he said, still looking at you but speaking to Minho, "you've been such a good boy tonight. Do you want a reward?"

Minho's glassy eyes fluttered open, a weak but eager nod following his words. "Yes... please..."

Jisung's smirk widened. He ran a gentle hand through Minho's damp hair before asking softly, "Do you want to eat her out? Since you were so good for both of us... you can taste her while I watch."

Minho's breath hitched. Even in his blissed-out state, a spark of desire lit up in his eyes. He turned his head toward you, cheeks still flushed, voice coming out shy and whiny.

"Can I...? Please... I want to taste you... I'll be good... I'll make you feel really good too..."

He looked up at you with those pleading, subby eyes, lips slightly parted, clearly still floating from his orgasm but already excited at the idea of pleasing you next

Jisung's eyes darkened as he looked at you still half-dressed. "Can't have Hyung tasting you properly with these clothes in the way," he murmured against your ear, voice low and teasing.

His hands moved slowly, helping you out of your top first. Strong fingers slid under the fabric, lifting it up and over your head. Cool air kissed your bare skin as he tossed it aside. Next, he reached around to unhook your bra, letting it fall away so your breasts were fully exposed. His palms brushed over them lightly, thumbs grazing your nipples just enough to make you shiver.

"Beautiful," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

Then his hands moved lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and panties together, guiding them down your hips and thighs. You lifted your hips to help him, and he pulled everything off in one smooth motion, leaving you completely naked.

Jisung hummed in approval, his warm hands roaming over your newly bare skin. "There we go... all pretty and bare for us."

Jisung shifted higher on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with a lazy, satisfied grin. He reached for you, strong hands guiding you gently but firmly until your back rested against his warm, broad chest. You settled between his spread legs, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady beat of his heart against your back.

"Comfortable, baby?" he murmured close to your ear, voice still rough from earlier.Before you could answer, one of his arms slid under your knee and lifted your leg up and outward, opening you wide for Minho. The new position left you completely exposed, your glistening pussy on full display. Cool air brushed over your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Minho's eyes darkened with fresh hunger as he crawled between your spread thighs. He looked beautifully wrecked, flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a trail of Jisung's cum still slowly leaking from his hole. But the way he stared at your core was pure need.

"Can I...?" Minho asked softly, voice whiny and eager. His hands rested lightly on your inner thighs, thumbs brushing teasingly close but not quite touching. "Please... I want to taste you so bad."

Jisung chuckled low behind you, his free hand stroking soothing circles on your stomach while the other kept your leg held high and open.

"Go ahead, Hyung," Jisung said, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. "She's been so patient watching us. Make her feel good with that pretty mouth. Show her how grateful you are for letting you cum so hard earlier."

Minho let out a soft, needy sound and leaned in. His warm breath ghosted over your wet folds first, making your hips twitch. Then his tongue, hot, soft, and eager, dragged slowly from your entrance up to your clit in one long, thorough lick.

A quiet moan escaped your lips as Minho started licking you properly, slow and messy at first, then growing more confident. He moaned against your pussy like he was the one being pleasured, the vibrations sending sparks through your body.

Jisung held you securely against his chest, keeping your leg lifted nice and high so Minho had full access. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "That's it... just relax and let Hyung eat you out. He's gonna take such good care of you."

Minho's tongue circled your clit, then dipped down to push inside you, lapping up your wetness with soft, desperate whimpers. He looked completely lost between your legs, subby, eager, and so fucking hungry for your taste.

Minho's hot tongue kept working between your folds, licking slow and messy, savoring every drop of your wetness. Soft, needy whimpers vibrated against your pussy as he ate you out like he was starving for you.

The pleasure quickly became too much to stay still.

Your hand shot down, fingers threading through Minho's soft hair. You grabbed a fistful and pushed his head harder against your dripping core, grinding your hips forward desperately against his face.

"Ahh..." you moaned, the sound slipping out breathy and needy.

Minho moaned loudly into your pussy, the sound muffled and filthy. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss as you used his mouth, his tongue pressing flatter and licking faster to match your movements.

"Mmm— fuck..." you gasped, hips rolling again, chasing the delicious friction.

"That's it, baby," Jisung groaned behind you, his voice thick with arousal. One arm still held your leg high and spread wide, keeping you completely open for Minho. His other hand stroked your stomach soothingly while he watched. "Grind on Hyung's face. Use him. He loves it."

Minho whimpered even louder, the vibration shooting straight through your clit. He was getting messier now, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen nub, then dipping down to push inside you, lapping eagerly at your entrance. His nose bumped against your clit with every grind of your hips, coating his cheeks and chin with your slick.

"Oh god... yes—" you moaned louder, fingers tightening in Minho's hair as you pulled him even closer. You rocked harder against his face, wet, obscene sounds filling the room as you rode his tongue.

"Ahh— Minho..." The pleasure spiked sharply, making your voice break into another moan.Jisung pressed a hot kiss to the side of your neck, whispering roughly, "Fuck, look at you... riding Hyung's face so pretty. He's such a good boy, isn't he? Letting you fuck his tongue like this."

Your moans kept spilling out between shaky breaths, soft at first, then louder and needier as you ground down harder, completely lost in the feeling of Minho's eager mouth working you closer and closer to the edge.

Jisung kept your jaw firmly in his grip, forcing you to look up at him while your body trembled against his chest. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused, mouth hanging open as soft, desperate moans kept spilling out.

“Ji— ” you gasped, voice shaky and broken. “Ji— ‘m cumming—!”

The moment the words left your lips, Minho’s eyes flashed with hunger. He let out a needy, whiny moan against your pussy and immediately changed what he was doing.

His tongue stopped teasing your clit and pushed straight inside you instead. Hot, wet, and eager. He started tongue-fucking you hard, sliding in and out of your dripping hole with fast, desperate strokes. His nose pressed firmly against your swollen clit, rubbing it with every thrust of his tongue.

“Ahh— fuck— Minho!” you cried out, hips jerking wildly against his face.

Minho moaned loudly into you, the sound vibrating deep inside your core as he fucked you with his tongue even faster. He was completely lost between your legs, whimpering and slurping messily, drinking up every drop of your wetness while pushing you over the edge.

Your whole body tensed against Jisung’s chest. Your eyes rolled back again, lashes fluttering wildly against your cheeks as the orgasm hit you hard.

With a loud, broken moan, you came.

Your pussy clenched and gushed around Minho’s tongue, hot slick flooding his mouth and coating his chin and cheeks. You squirted messily onto his face, hips grinding uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through you. Minho kept tongue-fucking you through it, greedily lapping up every drop, moaning like he was the one cumming.Jisung watched everything with dark, hungry eyes. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, low and rough, almost like he was cumming himself. His chest vibrated against your back as he groaned again, louder this time, the sound thick with raw lust.

“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, voice strained and breathless, as if the sight of you squirting all over Minho’s face was pushing him close to the edge too. “So fucking pretty when you cum… making such a messy, wet little mess on Hyung’s face.”

His grip on your jaw tightened slightly, thumb brushing over your parted lips while another deep groan rumbled out of him. He sounded completely wrecked just from watching you fall apart.

Minho stayed latched between your thighs, happily drinking every drop you gave him, soft whimpers mixing with your cries and Jisung’s heavy groans.

Your body shook violently in Jisung’s arms, soft broken moans still spilling from your lips as the last waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Jisung’s deep, guttural groans slowly faded as your body finally stopped shaking in his arms. Minho stayed between your thighs for a little longer, gently licking you clean with soft, lazy strokes until every last drop was gone. His face was shiny and messy with your cum, but he looked blissfully happy.

You melted completely against Jisung’s chest, breathing hard, eyelids heavy. Jisung pressed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, murmuring praises while Minho crawled up the bed and curled against your side.

The three of you stayed tangled together for the rest of the night.

They took care of you so gently, wiping you down with warm towels, bringing you water, and wrapping you in soft blankets between their warm bodies. Soft kisses, quiet whispers, and lazy touches filled the hours. Minho kept nuzzling into your neck with sleepy little whines, while Jisung held you close, stroking your hair until you drifted off.

You fell asleep safely sandwiched between them, warm and satisfied.

——

The next morning, you quietly slipped out of the frat house and headed home, legs still a little shaky from the night before. Your body felt deliciously sore in the best way.

But the moment you stepped inside the house, you froze.

Chris was waiting in the living room, arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit like the overprotective big brother he always acted as. His eyes narrowed the second he saw you.

“Where have you been?” he asked, voice tight.

He let out a slow breath and held up his phone, the screen showing the messages.

“Minho and Jisung have been texting me nonstop since this morning. Both of them asking for your number. Saying they had a ‘great time’ with you last night and want to keep talking to you.” Chris stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours with clear worry mixed with sternness.

“I’ve told you before, stay away from my members. Especially those two. I know exactly how they are, and I don’t want you getting mixed up in that.” His tone stayed firm, protective. “You’re family. You’re like my little sister. I’m not letting them treat you like one of their usual hookups.”

He paused, searching your face carefully.

“So tell me the truth. What the fuck happened between you and them last night?”

Uh-oh, well there goes your having fun from last night.

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this might be the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You are perched on the edge of the mattress, breath coming in short, jagged hitches as you watch Minho drive into Jisung so meanly.

The room is thick with the scent of sex and salt, the mid July summer air feeling heavy and humid against your skin.

Minho has Jisung pinned face down on the mattress, his large hands gripping Jisung’s hips to anchor him. The bedframe giving a metallic creeaaaak whenever Minho drives back into jisung with a hard thrust that echoes the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding.

and Jisung is a complete mess right now.

His fingers are clawing into the sheets, twisting the fabric between his fingers as he tries to find some kind - any - of leverage. His head is tossed back, mouth hanging open and drooling. leaking desperate, incoherent pleas that make your own cunt throb.

The sight of them connected has you trembling.

You can't stop your hand from sliding down. You are already sopping wet, your panties clinging to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. hand working on instinct, shedding your panties n' slipping your fingers through your pussylips as you watch the way jisung is driven forward with every harsh thrust.

You want in. You need in.

“Please, Min,” you whimper, “Please just- anything”

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he commands, a guttural sound in the back of his throat, as he pushes Jisung deeper into the mattress. “Just watch how much he wants it. Touch yourself to it.”

At that, Jisung lets out a loud, shattered moan, his hips jerking forward. “Hnnng- please, oh god, I can't-” He is babbling now, his words blurring together into a frantic, incoherent mess of pleasure.

Minho doesn’t slow down. anything but that.

Instead, he leans forward, his chest pressing against Jisung’s sweating back as he whispers right into his ear. His voice is a low, taunting coo, “Oh you’re shaking so hard, baby.”

He punctuates his words with a slow, punishingly deep stroke that makes Jisung’s eyes roll back. “but you’re doing so well. You can take it, right? like good boy?”

Jisung can only sob out a fragmented "Yes," his mind zeroing on the praise, focused on getting called a good boy again

You'd pushed two fingers in by now, matching minho's pace as you watch Jisung’s back arch.

You're leaking all over, your hips rolling against the bed, but Minho keeps the focus on Jisung.

He is breaking him down, overstimulating him until Jisung is just a shaking, sobbing heap of nerves. “See? That’s it, baby, just take it all,”

The room is suffocatingly hot, the scent of sweat and sex becoming a thick, dizzying fog. You can see the way the sweat is glistening on Minho’s shoulders and the mess of lube between jisungs thighs.

Every slap of skin against skin and every broken moan making you impossibly wetter, your fingers sliding through so easily in and out in a desperate attempt to find some release, but your fingers aren't quite enough.

“Please, Min, please ” you whimper, your voice cracking, so desperate to be touched, to be manhandled just like Jisung is.

Minho finally shifts his gaze to you, though he doesn't break his rhythm. He keeps driving into Jisung with that same relentless force, his eyes locking onto yours. A small, smug smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches you trembling, your fingers still working frantically between your legs.

“Look at you,” he rasps, his voice thick and commanding. “You look absolutely gorgeous like this, sweetheart. So desperate n’ soaked”

Without slowing the pace, he reaches forward, his hand sliding from Jisung’s hip to the back of his neck, gripping firmly before forcing his head to turn and tilt upward.

He maneuvers him until Jisung is looking right at you, his eyes glazed and eyes blown out, his face flushed a deep, bruised red. “Look at her, Jisung,” Minho purrs, “Tell me, isn’t she so pretty?”

Jisung lets out a broken, high pitched whine, his gaze lingering over your shaking form.

“So pretty,” Jisung whimpers, “God, she’s looks so p-pretty,” He tries to reach out for you, his fingers twitching against the sheets, his eyes dilating even further as he takes in the sight of you trembling on the edge of the bed.

and as if minho finally decides to have mercy on you, he stops.

The sudden silence of the room is deafening, the slapping sound cutting off abruptly as pulls out of jisung slowly with a pop. Jisung lets out a pathetic, high pitched whine, his hips twitching backwards, trying to chase the feeling of Minho inside him.

Before either of you can even question why he stopped, his palms wrap themselves around your waist, shifting your weight until your legs are splayed wide and your dripping cunt is positioned right in front of Jisung’s face.

You feel the sudden heat of his breath fanning against your bare, twitchy cunt, then-- “Now,” Minho says, “go ahead, ji, take care of her.” before sliding back into jisung once again.

that's all he needs to hear before he starts eating you out like a madman

his tongue is there, lapping and hitting your clit with a precision that makes your head spin, moaning at the slick that engulfs his mouth and onto his tastebuds.

his hands run to splay against your thighs and grip them open to pull you closer, closer and closer until you're flush against his face. His mouth parted, tongue licking from bottom to the very top in one messy stroke that makes your back bow.

“Hnnnng, oh- Jisungggg,” you moan, your fingers finding ground into the mattress as you feel Minho’s heavy thrusts pushing Jisung forward.

everything is so overwhelming.

the feeling the wet slap of Minho and Jisung’s bodies colliding while Jisung’s tongue works you over, dragging you down by your plush thighs whenever you even try to inch upwards, it's all too much

"So sweet," he gasps, "God, you taste so good." He lets out a whine, his tongue a blurr, flicking rapidly over you, pushing you toward a sweet release that feels just out of reach.

above both of you, minho is all praise, his voice a sweet “That’s it, baby, eat her out.” and “Good boy, Jisung. Such a good boy for me.”, that contradict the harsh move of his hips.

You can hear Jisung making these muffled, needy sounds against your skin, his breathing heavy and wet as he focuses entirely on your pleasure.

Every time Minho drives his hips forward, he pushes Jisung’s face deeper into your folds, making the suction even tighter.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” you sob, your head tossing back “Ji , please don't stop.”

Jisung lets out a muffled moan against your skin, his tongue flicking faster, more desperate. He’s shaking, his whole body vibrating because he’s being fucked and he’s tasting you all at the same time.

You look down only too see him already looking at you, his cheeks flushed a deep, dark red. He’s making these little hnnnng sounds in his throat, his hands’ grip on your thighs still firm and unmoving.

Minho’s voice is a low, commanding rumble right above your head. “Look at her, Jisung. See how much she’s leaking for you? keep going. Eat every bit of her.”

Minho’s got his fingers threaded through Jisung’s hair, pulling his head tighter against you. You can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his tongue sliding over your clit.

“Min, please*” Jisung babbles, his voice broken and wet. “Haaah, it feels so good, m'gonna cum soon, she tastes so sweet—”

“I know, baby, I know” Minho praises, his voice dripping with affection even as he drives into Jisung with a brutal, heavy force. “Just take it. Take it all for her.”

The friction is too much. Your vision is blurring at the edges, and your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely stay still.

“I’m— I’m gonna,” you gasp, your voice is wrecked. You can feel the pressure building, a tight coil in your gut that is seconds away from snapping. “Can I-- can I cum?”

Minho doesn't answer right away. He lets out a sharp, guttural sound, his pace becoming erratic. He leans over Jisung, his chest heaving, his eyes focused on the sight of the two of you.

“Do we let her, Ji?” Minho huffs. “Should we let her come?”

jisung breaks off for just a second "Yes, please," Jisung begs, "Please let her. I wan' it all over my tongue."

Minho lets out an amused hum, "You heard him, sweetheart."

The coil in your gut finally snaps, your back arching violently as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you. You collapse against Jisung’s face, your walls pulsing and squeezing as you soak his tongue in a heavy, hot flood.

Jisung lets out a strangled, muffled cry against your skin. The feeling of you coming all over him pushed him over the edge. He freezes for a split second, his eyes blowing wide, and then his entire body jolts. He cums, soaking into the mattress beneath him.

Minho isnt far behind either, he drives himself deeper one last time, his body locking up as he spills himself deep inside Jisung.

“Oh- oh fuck,” Jisung babbles, his eyes rolling back into his head as the aftershocks ripple through him. He doesn't even pull away from you, his lips still wet and swollen.

He looks up at you, his gaze hazy and desperate. “I want - hnnng - I want to fuck her. Min, please, I need to fuck her so bad.”

you've barely even caught your breath.

Minho just smirks, his hand sliding from Jisung’s hair to the small of his back. “Then do it, baby. Get her ready.”

the approval is all he needs to hear before he surges.

Still shaking from his own release, he hooks an arm around your waist and heaves you onto your hands and knees with a strength that's so surprising given he just got wrecked.

His skin is slick, sliding against yours with a wet, tacky sound as he moves you into place. He’s trembling, his muscles twitching under the skin, but his grip on your hips is strong, bruising.

He settles back onto his wobbly knees, his breath hitching in a series of jagged gasps. You can feel him - thick, pulsing, and dripping - pressing against your entrance.

He guides himself in so agonizingly slow, the tip of his cock stretching your opening wide.

“fuck” Jisung moans, his voice a wrecked, airy mess. “You’re so wet, baby, you’re fucking soaking... I can’t - haaah - I can’t believe how good this feels.”

and the only thing he can do through his hazed senses is grab both sides of your waist and using it as leverage to pull and pull you down his dick till you're fully stretched to accommodate him.

Your forehead hitting the mattress as you feel him finally sink deep, filling you to the brim. “Jisung, oh god--,”

The moment he’s fully bottomed out, he starts rutting into you so desperately, his hips snapping forward in a wet smacks that echo through the room.

You are clawing at the sheets, your fingers twisting the fabric into ruined knots as you sob into the pillow, your voice a broken, incoherent mess of babbles n' moans

“You feel so fucking tight,” Jisung whines, hand caressing your back before pressing you down into a meaner arch “shitt, you’re squeezing me so h-hard, baby”

Minho watches before he reaches forward, his large hands sliding down your torso to haul your upper body off the mattress.

You let out a startled sound as you’re pulled upward, but you don't lose the connection. Jisung just adjusts his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in for leverage as he continues to move into you from behind, his cock sliding even deeper at this angle, kissing at your cervix with every heavy, plunging thrust.

Minho’s fingers tangling in your hair to yank your face toward his.

He crashes his lips against yours in a kiss that is desperate and messy, all tongue n’ teeth, and you meet his intensity with a needy whine, your tongue dancing with his as you lose all sense of where you end and he begins.

You're lightheaded, the world narrowing down to the feeling of both of them sandwiching you.

Just as you think you can't handle the sensory overload, Minho lets go.

The sudden loss of support sends you pitching forward, collapsing right into the mattress with a soft thud. You land sprawled out, breathless and flushed.

face hovering directly in front of him.

Your gaze falls immediately on his cock, still thick and pulsing, a prominent vein running the length. he looks so pretty, glistening with a mixture of precum and leftover lube.

Your hand reaches out, purely on instinct, fingers curling around him and giving him a few wet tugs that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You lean in closer, hot breath fanning against his skin, and begin to place small, flickering kitten licks along the underside of his shaft.

“o-oh, what a good girl,” he stutters for the first time tonight. “ takin’ care of me without even being asked.”

You shift your weight, eager to please, sliding forward until you can wrap your lips around the leaky tip of his cock.

You keep your gaze locked on his, looking up through your lashes, watching his expression crumble as you swirl your tongue down along the sensitive ridge.

and God does that make him throw his head back with a whimper

Then, you open wide and take him deeper. easing down inch upon swollen inch so slowly down your throat.

Minho doesn't let you set the pace for long.

His large hands suddenly snap forward, fingers locking firmly onto either side of your head.

He drives his vicious hips forward with a sudden, heavy force that sends him deeep into your throat. You make a muffled, surprised sound, your eyes widening and your throat contracting as you feel him hit the back of your throate.

He doesn't start slow.

He doesn’t even give you a second to adjust before he's fucking your throat with a mindless hunger, paying no mind to your wet gurgles as you struggle around him, his thick length sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, sloppy sound that fills the room.

“Look at her,” Minho groans, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Such a greedy little thing. Taking every inch of me.”

He lets out a sharp hiss when you involuntarily contract around him, your eyes watering from the depth. He doesn’t stop the relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a heavy, wet sound.

“perfect lil' mouth,” he rasps. “So perfect for me. Just a little toy, hmm?”

his words make you reel

Jisung lets out a breathless, jagged laugh from behind you, still rutting into you, still plunging into you like an animal

“fuckfuckfuck,” Jisung whimpers, gazing down lovingly at your overspilling cunt. “She loves it, Min. She’s clamping down on me so hard- fuck.”

Minho chuckles, griping your hair tighter, pulling your head back just enough to look at your flushed, desperate face.

“Is that true, sweetheart?” he purrs. “Do you like being my little toy? Do you love it when I tell you how good you are?”

You can’t even answer. You just let out a muffled hum, your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.

You are absolutely trapped between them, a living fuck toy. You can feel the thrusts of Jisung’s cock drilling straight into your g-spot, all while Minho’s length is filling your mouth, pushing you forward and backward on the mattress so ruthlessly.

Your hands scramble for balance, fingers digging into the hard muscle of Minho’s thighs as you gag around him, the sound of your own choked whines muffled by his cock.

Jisung lets out a shattered, needy sound, his hips snapping forward, “oh god, she’s so tight,” he babbles so dumbly, he's drunk on your pussy “fucking clamping around me--, so wet, can feel it dripping down my thighs”

his mouth is running a hundred miles an hour as his pleasure peaks, hand snakes down, his fingers slick with a mix of lube and your own soaking wetness.

He finds your clit, rubbing circles that makes your whole body shudder. you moan - or try to moan - around Minho’s cock, your eyes fluttering shut.

Minho suddenly pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You snap your head back, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you take in a massive, shaking breath after being deprived of oxygen for so long.

You are completely dazed, your vision swimming and your lower face a glistening, smeared mess of saliva and precum.

Minho shifts back, sitting up slightly, and starts jerking himself off, hovering just inches above your face, the head dripping a heavy bead of precum that lands with a wet plink right on your cheek.

Your mind is a complete white blank.

You can feel Jisung still buried deep inside you, his hips twitching and shuddering, he's close.

Your own walls are pulsing, clamped tight around Jisung’s length, and you can feel the pressure building in your gut, a violent need to release that is almost painful.

“P-please...”

Minho’s hand moves faster on himself, the sound of his grip sliding over his skin a wet, tacky noise. “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”

you can barely remember how to form a sentence.

You let out a frustrated moan, your hips jerking instinctively against Jisung. “I-I... hnngh... please let me...”

“C’mon, baby. You’re almost there, aren’t you? Tell me,”

“Please let me cum-”

“That’s my good girl. go ahead n' cum baby”

Drowning in the wave of bliss, you're cumming- hard, trying to fuck yourself back on jisung despite the limpness in your limbs, dragging your high back on forth through his length.

That does it for jisung

“fuck - fuck, I’m-I’m cumming!” he already was cuming, his whole body stilling as he shoots a heavy, hot load deep inside your womb, filling your pretty insides to the brim.

You’re still shaking, your chest heaving as you gasp for air, and the sight of you - both of you - brings minho right at the edge.

He leans over you, his dark eyes searching yours, his free hand caressing the hair clinging to your forehead before holding your head up by your chin. “Stick your tongue out for me, sweetheart.”

You obey instantly, your mouth hanging open, tongue sliding out, your face still a smeared mess of saliva and precum.

“Thaaat’s it,” Minho groans, his hips snapping forward one last time, and you feel the first hot, thick rope of his cum hit your lip, and then another, and another, and another, splashing across your cheek and landing right on your tongue.

he's coated your face in a glistening, salty mess his own cum, his breath coming in long, shuddering exhales.

there is a thick silence that follows, only broken by the sound of the three of you catching your breaths.

You stay frozen, your eyes fluttering, feeling the hot, tacky sensation of his cum cooling on your skin and tongue. Your body is still humming, your nerves fried from the intensity of being sandwiched between them, used and praised until you couldn't think.

LEE LEEKNOW MINHO

Minho is a teasing sadist even when he’s losing control. He has you on all fours, one hand fisted in your hair as he fucks you hard from behind. Every deep thrust makes him groan, and instead of letting the sounds out freely, he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder blade.

The bite is sharp and deliberate, meant to muffle his pretty moans. “Quiet… or I’ll bite harder,” he whispers, voice sweet but threatening, right before his teeth dig in again. He loves the way you whimper when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him. He alternates between soft, teasing nips and hard, possessive bites that leave clear teeth marks.

He’ll bite the back of your neck, your shoulder, even the curve of your waist if he can reach it. Each bite is accompanied by a low, muffled groan that vibrates against your skin. When he’s close, his rhythm becomes punishing and his bites turn almost feral. He cums with his teeth sunk deep into your shoulder, groaning loudly into your skin as he fills you. Afterwards, he licks the bite marks almost apologetically while calling you his pretty kitten.

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is loud, intense, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s lost in you. He has you bent over the edge of the bed in a deep doggy-style position, his powerful body completely covering yours from behind. His thick, muscular thighs slap against the back of yours with every brutal thrust, the sound wet and obscene in the room.

Every time his fat cock slams deep into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your toes curl, a deep, guttural groan builds in his chest. He tries to hold it back, but he can’t. Instead, he leans forward, pressing his broad, sweaty chest against your back, and sinks his teeth hard into your shoulder. The bite is strong and possessive, his jaw clenching as he muffles a loud, animalistic moan against your skin.

“Fuck— baby, you’re so tight,” he growls, voice deep and rough, the words vibrating through his teeth into your flesh. His massive hands grip your snatchable waist tightly, fingers digging deep into your soft skin as he uses your body like a handle to pull you back onto his thick cock. The contrast is overwhelming. His huge, muscular frame against your smaller one, his teeth sunk into your shoulder while he pounds you mercilessly.

The position lets him hit even deeper, and his muffled moans become louder, more broken. He growls into your skin, teeth clenched tight as his hips stutter. He cums with a loud, deep, muffled roar, sinking his teeth hard into your shoulder as thick ropes of cum flood deep inside you. His whole body shakes against yours, muscles flexing as he holds you in place, refusing to let go until he’s completely emptied himself.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin turns even something as raw as biting into something almost poetic. He has you riding him slowly, his back against the headboard, hands gripping your hips as you sink down onto his cock. His head falls back at first, long hair messy, lips parted in pleasure. But as the intensity builds and his thrusts become deeper, needy moans start slipping out.

He suddenly leans forward, burying his face in the curve of your neck and shoulder. His teeth graze your skin teasingly at first, then sink in with a low, breathy groan that vibrates against you. “You feel too good… I can’t stay quiet,” he whispers hotly before biting harder, teeth pressing into your soft flesh as he snaps his hips up sharply.

The bite is firm but graceful enough to leave a clear imprint, but never truly painful. He loves the way your body jolts when he bites, the way your pussy clenches around him in response. His long fingers dig into your waist as he uses your body to bounce you harder on his cock. Every deep thrust is paired with a new bite. On your collarbone, the top of your breast, the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

Then he'd moans against your skin, teeth grazing before sinking in again. His voice is breathy and beautiful, even when muffled. As he gets closer, his bites become more desperate, almost frantic. He holds you down on his cock with one hand on your waist while his mouth stays latched onto your shoulder, moaning loudly into your skin as he cums deep inside you. Afterward, he gently kisses and licks every bite mark, admiring how pretty they look on your skin while whispering how perfect you are.

HAN JISUNG

Jisung is loud, desperate, and completely unable to stay quiet when he’s inside you. He has you in missionary, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you hard and fast. His face is buried in your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin with every thrust.

Every time his cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you, a loud, broken moan tries to escape him. He solves it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the sound against your skin. “Fuck— baby, you feel so good I can’t—,” he whimpers before biting down harder, teeth digging in as his hips snap forward desperately.

His bites are messy and needy, lots of small, overlapping marks all over your shoulders, neck, and collarbone. He can’t control himself. The harder he pounds into you, the harder he bites, using your body to muffle his loud, whiny moans. “I’m sorry— you’re too tight,” he whines pathetically against your skin, teeth still latched on.

When he gets close, his thrusts turn frantic and sloppy. He buries his face completely in your neck and bites down hard on your shoulder as he cums, moaning loudly into your flesh while filling you up. His whole body shakes against you. Even after he finishes, he keeps his teeth gently pressed against your skin for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he starts kissing and licking the marks apologetically.

LEE FELIX YONGBOK

Felix’s deep voice makes his muffled moans incredibly sexy. He has you in missionary, body pressed close to yours as he fucks you with slow, deep rolls of his hips. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin.

Every time he bottoms out, a low, rumbling groan builds in his chest. He muffles it by sinking his teeth into your shoulder, the vibration of his deep voice traveling straight through the bite. “You feel so fucking good, angel,” he groans against your skin before biting harder, teeth pressing firmly into your flesh as he grinds deep.

His bites are sensual and possessive. He loves leaving a trail of marks across your shoulders and chest. The combination of his deep voice, his teeth on your skin, and his thick cock stretching you open is overwhelming. He’ll switch between soft, teasing nips and harder bites that make you gasp. “Can’t stay quiet when you’re this tight around me,” he moans, voice beautifully low even when muffled.

When he’s close, his thrusts become deeper and more intense. He holds you tightly and bites down on your neck as he cums, groaning deeply into your skin while filling you up. The feeling of his teeth and his low, vibrating moans pushes you over the edge with him. Afterward, he gently kisses every bite mark, his deep voice soft and loving as he tells you how perfect you felt.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin tries to stay composed, but you feel too good for him to stay quiet. He has you pinned beneath him, fucking you with sharp, precise thrusts. His face is in your neck, and every time a moan threatens to slip out, he bites down on your shoulder.

The bite is firm and teasing. “Can’t even stay quiet for me?” he mocks softly against your skin before sinking his teeth in again. His bites are tender, never too painful, but hard enough to leave clear marks and make you whimper. He loves the way you clench around him when he bites. “Pathetic… getting wetter every time I bite you.”

He keeps one hand in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he has better access to your neck and shoulder. His thrusts are relentless, each one paired with a new bite. When he’s close, he bites down harder, muffling his rare but beautiful moans as he cums deep inside you. And even that bite couldn't hide how desperate his moans are spilling ending up with his whole body rigid. Afterwards, when you tried to open it up with he'll act as if that thing never happened.

YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin gets surprisingly possessive and eager when pleasure overwhelms him. He has you in doggy style or spooning, body pressed close as he fucks you hard. His face is buried in the back of your neck or shoulder, breathing heavily.

Every deep thrust makes him moan, so he solves it by biting down on your shoulder. “Noona… you feel too good,” he groans before sinking his teeth in, trying to muffle the sound. His bites start a little shy but quickly become more confident and possessive. He loves leaving marks on you, clear evidence that he was there.

As he gets more lost in pleasure, his bites become harder and more frequent. He grips your waist tightly with one hand while biting your shoulder, using your body to pull you back onto his cock. “I can’t stop… you’re too tight,” he whimpers against your skin, teeth still latched on. When he cums, he bites down firmly on your shoulder, groaning into your flesh as he fills you up, making up pull his head up just so he could gasp the pleasure out. Afterward, he becomes very soft and clingy, kissing the bite marks gently while asking if he was too rough.

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