WE BE SCREAMING GO

your hair is pushed out of your face while you sleepily brush your teeth. the fuzzy headband tight on your head but it’s cute because it matches all of your friends. of course you all had to match for the trip, pajamas, slippers, headbands, even the silly pack of temporary tattoos you all had diligently helped each other with in the kitchen. you had helped yena stick hers on her thigh and karina’s to her lower hip. the boys struggled the most jisung’s ended up mostly smudged on his wrist but still cute.

you watched fondly as jeno softly held his girl's calf as he wrapped the paper around her ankle and carefully patted it. you had bent over the kitchen table while karina worked a cool rag over your lower back to attach it. your doe eyes wide staring up at haechan teasingly. opening your mouth to mimic a moan while you watched his jaw tighten.

you’d told him he couldn’t try anything on this trip. you were with the girls piling on the king bed while the boys were scattered in the loft and living room. your friends were aware of your relationship at least your public hatred of one another. not the fact that you frequently and quite secretly jumped each other's bones.

it had all been an accident, a case of mistaken identity. you still sort of think he planned it but you had pulled his hair enough over it, for now at least. you had told winter to tell soobin to meet you in the basement bathroom and when you got there in the led tiktok shop glow you couldn’t tell that it was haechan who had been waiting on someone else.

you should have known when he was shorter and softer and meaner. the moans in your ear were a dead giveaway, but the dick was blinding you. he pulled out after you chanted soobin’s name and quickly flipped the light switch. you groaned and banged your head against the mirror making him tease you when you winced. you could still feel the heat from his cock against your thigh and you didn’t care for your disdain. you whispered for him to just finish and he didn’t hesitate but you made him turn the lights back off so you didn’t see his disgusting grin.

since then it was random encounters for something quick and playful. that turned into meetups when either of your roommates were out and when they weren’t the back of his car worked well. your distaste had turned into a craving that lingered in the back of your throat and center of your tummy. the hatred you felt mellowed into a soft and fond annoyance.

but you made him swear he wouldn’t try to get in your pants during this trip. three days and two nights shouldn’t be too long for both of you. sadly you felt yourself growing needy, the soft touches and playful slaps were normal but groping your ass was a bit too much. you felt tipsy from all the drinks earlier and you needed to sleep. it was almost 2am and there was a schedule to follow in the morning.

you spat out your toothpaste before glancing around the bathroom again making sure you didn’t miss a step. when you slid open the door your eyes met a cartoon bear pattern, sluggishly you peaked up to find that familiar brown hair.

“what are you doing?” you whisper yelled into his neck. he jumped turning to you with a mischievous grin. you shook your head knowing what he was going to ask.

“wait wait,” he whispered back, putting a hand on your hip to stop you from walking past him. you rolled your eyes. “please.” he almost whimpered, using his other hand to pull your hand down to feel his bulge. you glanced down mouth watering when you saw the deep red top poking from his pants.

“we can’t. you know that.” you tried to stay firm. glancing around to make sure no one saw you but the lights were dim and you saw no phone screens.

“passed out. all of them.” he grinned, grinding his hips against you.

“you’re such a brat.” you signed, rolling your head back. you squeezed his cock in your hand fighting the urge to rip it from him. he moaned in response, hips jerking against you.

“what if you just watch and say stuff you know,” he questions, glancing away biting his lip.

“you want me to sit and watch you jerk off?” you grin teasingly flicking your thumb over his head, swiping at the precum. he nodded dumbly and his already flushed skin got redder.

“you’re such a perv.” you flicked your wrist. “you just want a pretty girl to watch you touch yourself? disgusting.”

“please,” he whined, his head falling into your neck as your grip tightened. his mouth opened against your neck, hot breath huffing before his tongue slid against your skin. you tugged his hair pulling his head away from you and released his cock from your grip.

“i’m only sucking you off.” you whispered before slapping your palm over his member. he groaned softly before pushing you back into the small bathroom sliding the door shut behind him and latching it with a click.

“you’re so annoying.” you whined as you lifted his shirt and stuffing the hem in his mouth. he watched you with wide glazed eyes, the fabric made his mouth dry. “this will keep you quiet right?”

he nodded quickly as you sunk down on your knees pulling his pants along too. his cock hot and hard and angry when you looked up at him. precum slipped out of the head as you leaned in gripping his thighs and lapping softly over him like a kitten.

his head flung back with a muted moan when you flattened your tongue and licked from base to tip. one hand held his thigh and the other fondled his balls as you hollow your cheeks sucking him in like a fresh fountain drink on a hot day. he tasted so good, so familiar. you pressed yourself farther nose brushing against his hair as you looked up wide eyed and over sexualized.

he stared right back at you spit starting to dribble out of his mouth and over the once dry fabric you had stuffed there. bobbing your head you sucked him down his fists clenched with each brush of his tip against your throat. you pulled off with a popped before your head clanged on the sink.

“owwww,” you winced, digging your nails into his thigh.

“fuck are you ok,” he mumbled spitting the shirt from his mouth. you pushed out your lips with a pout as his hands softly pet your hair and face and he held the back of your head attempting to soothe your skull. you wanted to be a whiny baby and have him play sweet with you but you needed him to finish.

“just hurry and fuck my mouth.”

he kept his hand softly on your head and the other moved to grip the sink. his hair fell into his eyes as he stood over you, it felt so dominating but he was being soft. mouth open you guide his length back into the warmth. he moved slowly with a sigh, nudging his cock deeper and dragging it slowly back out.

you snuck a hand between your legs grinding against your palm as he concentrated. he was fighting with himself wanting to use you like a flesh light and worrying about banging your head again. you could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your shorts with every slow thrust of his hips.

taking his time, he watched the way your lips stretched around him and spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth. he kept himself from gripping your hair and instead held the sink tighter as he sped up.

“you’re so,” he whimpered, eyes shutting briefly. you hummed around him almost asking him to finish his sentence.

“hot.” he finished stupidly, and it made you flush for some reason. the dumb dreamy look on his face all because of you. soft whines slipped past his lips as he sped up sloppily fucking into your warmth.

you needed more than just a palm and in popped an idea. you tapped his leg three times and he pulled out spit stringing from your mouth. his brows knitted as he watched you lift a knee and straddled his foot. you whined when you settled grinding against him slowly.

“you’re such a freak,” he mumbled. hand still cupping your head he used the other to grip his cock and slip it past your lips again. you moaned around him, clit rubbing on the seam of your shorts just right.

the vibrations made him dizzy. the scene was so filthy, you humping against his leg like a slut and he could feel how wet you were warm slick on his foot.

the thing about you and haechan is you had no expectations of how to act with each other. he was just as depraved as you, anything you wanted he probably did too. you couldn’t just grind against anyone’s leg without asking, but with haechan you knew he’d love it just as much as you.

“you like it?” you moaned in response, tears welling in your eyes. mouth full you bobbed your head and your hips matched your pace dragging the sticky fabric against you.

“humping me like a bitch in heat.” he could feel your cunt gush at his words.

“fuck it,” he whispered pulling you up and turning you around all at once. you felt dizzy as he bent over you grinding his cock against your shorts. as hot as watching you was, he had to have you.

“oppa,” you whispered, you didn’t know if you were begging him to stop or to fuck you. he went with the latter tugging your shorts down over the swell of your ass. you could feel his fingers tracing the fake tattoo before his hand pressed against your lower back. fingers sliding through your slick making you shiver when you looked at him through the mirror but he was already staring back.

dark deep lust stared back at you when he plunged two fingers into your cunt. you bit your lip to keep yourself quiet but your arms go limp on the porcelain.

“i’ll be fast,” he hushed, fingers filling you up with such ease. whimpering you rocked yourself against him wanting more - needing more. you could feel him hard and heavy pressing against your ass with each push of your hips.

“just,” you whined, reaching to pull his wrist and remove his fingers before gripping his cock bringing him where you needed him most. sinking back with a gasp as he filled you up. your fingers danced over your clit swollen and needy. you felt yourself pulse when his low groan hit your ears.

“look at me,” he whispered. before you could move he was grabbing your throat and pulling you against him. the new position made him reach a new depth inside of you. staring at him in the reflection while his cock was buried deep inside.

“so fucking deep.” you choked. you could see his cock pressing against your tummy, the bulge growing and disappearing under your skin. you felt your volume increasing with each thrust. mind going numb but your body on fire. his eyes flitted over you in the mirror watching the way you stared between your legs.

“you like watching me fuck you?” you nodded quickly watching as his cock disappeared into your sloppy cunt. pushing your hand against your stomach to feel the bulge.

“so hot, so full, so good,” you mumble to yourself. the sticky drag of his cock in your walls made your toes curl.

“i’ll film it for you next time so when you’re alone in your room humping your stupid pillow you can watch.” you moaned loudly at the thought.

“shut up,” he whispered into your neck. “you said to be quiet.” his fingers trailed up your neck before filling your mouth. moaning around his digits as you tasted yourself. you pressed your own fingers against your clit circling fast and hard feeling the warmth spreading in your tummy. now all you could hear was his pelvis hitting your ass, and the squelch coming from between your legs.

if he kept it up you’d cum any second and he knew that. his fingers found yours circling your clit with you. fucking into you hard and fast hitting you just right. the head of his cock pressing against your gspot as you came closer and closer.

“gonna cum,” you garbled around his fingers.

“i know,” he smirked. fingers and hips moving faster against you.

“oppa,” you whined, gripping his thigh and biting down on his fingers.

“cum on the cock you love so much,” he groaned against your ear pinching your clit.

“ppa, cum, i’m,” you whimpered. “oppa.” you moaned around his fingers as you came, cunt fluttering around him. gripping his wrist when he didn’t stop circling your oversensitive bud. you shuddered against him overwhelmed by everything, you didn’t even notice the slick dripping from your legs and onto the floor.

“so fucking sexy when you cum,” he licked your neck, placing an open mouth kiss on your skin. his fingers slipped from your mouth with spit strings still connected to your lips. you pouted at him through the reflection. eyes begging him to stop but he kept pounding you.

“what? too sensitive?” he teased slowing his thrusts before pulling out and rubbing his cock over your swollen lips. you nodded watching as it glistened between your folds before he rudely pushed it back in with a groan. hands gripping your hips he brought himself closer. bracing yourself on the sink as his breath sped up you knew he was close. you could feel your stomach tightening again with each drag of his cock.

“can you cum for me just one more time,” he asked. you nodded weakly, biting your lip as his fingers swirled over your clit again. “tell me.”

you rolled your eyes at him through the mirror and he slapped your clit in response making you double over.

“fuck you,” you groaned.

“tell me you want to cum again,” he tugged your hair pulling you back against him.

“i’m sensitive,” you whimper.

“so you don’t want it?” he pulled out more slick dripping from you. you stomped your feet like a child before bending over and spreading your ass for him.

“make me cum again,” your cheeks were red and embarrassed when you begged him. swollen cunt on display he smirked spitting on your already sticky hole before swiftly plunging in for the third maybe fourth time you lost count.

“good girl,” you squeezed around him at the praise. his hand pressed against your lower back tracing over the fake tattoo.

“you should get one for real it’s so hot,” he groaned as his other hand gripped your ass pulling you back to meet his hips. “been watching every time it peaked from your shorts. i know you did it on purpose.”

“you’re just a perv,” you moan. maybe you did do it on purpose.

“like you didn’t lean over the table and put on a show,” he groaned. “wish i could have taken you there. you’d like it, all of our friends watching me slut you out.” moaning at his words as his cock drove you closer. your hand coming to your mouth to keep you quiet.

“fucking whore,” you gasped suddenly spasming on his cock as your second orgasm hit you by surprise.

“cumming when i call you names.” you whimpered into your palm as your pussy fluttered and pulsed around him.

“pull out,” you whispered. he didn’t listen, continuing his speed. tightening around him in sensitivity but he just moaned. his breathing was faster and he was getting closer. “pull out.”

“why,” he sighed, hips slapping against you.

“messy,” you whispered. normally you’d let him fill you with cum and fuck it back into you but you already knew time was running out.

“i’m so close,” he whimpered before he pulled out with a whine slick spilling once more. you turned quickly, getting on your knees as he jerked his cock in your face. he stared down at you one hand holding the base of his cock while the other quickly flicked over the tip.

“cum in my mouth oppa,” you said before opening your mouth wide as he groaned. your lips suctioned to the tip as he came hot spurts hitting your throat and filling your mouth. “fuck” he groaned, hand still milking his cock. you gripped his thighs before pulling away, opening your mouth to show off his load.

“shit,” he whispered, grabbing your chin. watching your tongue curve to try and hold all of the white liquid before you slurped it in your mouth. you gulped swallowing all of him before sticking your clean tongue back out.

“god you’re so hot,” he pushed your hair behind your ear as you leaned back in to clean the last of him. you took him in, nose pressing to his stomach. swirling your tongue to clean him before pulling away with a pop this time his hand was behind your head instead of the sink.

he tugged you up pulling you to his face kissing you, tongue exploring yours. moaning into your mouth as he tasted himself before you pulled away.

“now i have to brush my teeth again.” you pouted up at him. he rolled his eyes but a smile tugged on his lips. his hands reached around you tugging your shorts back up.

“yeah and i have to clean the floor so we’re even.” you looked at him curiously before he pointed to the sticky puddle in front of the sink.

“life is so hard when a beautiful lady sucks your dick,” you countered.

“and i made her cum. twice,” he holds up to fingers with a stupid grin.

“but i’m so sleepy,” you sighed, head falling on his shoulder as he tugged his own pants up.

“poor baby,” he patted your back before turning you around and guiding you to the side of the bath. you watched as he grabbed a clean cloth and wet it. he walked back to you wiping the cool cloth over your face gently cleaning dried fluids from your cheeks. you closed your eyes letting him be sweet. he tossed it on the floor over the puddle you had made.

he turned, grabbing your toothbrush, wetting it under water and squeezing the toothpaste on the bristles before wetting it once more just how you did it. he brought it to you holding your chin with one hand squeezing lightly. “open.” you did as he said before he began brushing over your teeth.

it was so intimate for some reason, the way his hand softly held you in place while he examined your mouth taking care ensuring he wasn’t brushing too hard. his thumb caught any foam that slipped out of your mouth as he continued to brush, not missing a spot.

“you’re so sleepy,” he smiled down at you fingers brushing your cheek. you attempted to nod but his hand held you in place.

“are you going hiking tomorrow?” you tried nodding again but instead held a thumb up. “what time?” you shrugged holding up 5 fingers.

“damn,” he moved your chin to change angles. “it’s so late, you should stay here in the morning.” you shrugged again. “sorry for keeping you up.” you raised an eyebrow at him. “i’m not really but sorta.”

he pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and you stood up following him to the sink. he stood behind you holding your hair as you spit before he rinsed the toothbrush. wiping your mouth while he put your toothbrush away.

“well, uh good night i guess,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly, turning to unlatch the door. you reached for his arm before he could.

“oppa, thank you. good night,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his arm before letting good. he nodded before slipping out the door.

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It was stupid; it always was. You and Haechan rarely argued about anything serious, but when you did, it was typically over something trivial or insignificant. He had a bad habit of having to be right about everything, and you didn't know how to lose, which is why you're at each other's necks now.

Haechan had been home all day, glued to his gaming chair, when you returned home from a day out with friends. You unlocked the door, and the key turned with ease, but when you went to tug on the door, it didn't budge. Haechan must have put the deadbolt on by mistake when you left. That itself wasn't the issue; the issue arrived when you called his phone five times with no answer and pounded on the door to no avail. You were making such a racket that even the neighbors poked their heads into the hallway to check what was going on. You smiled politely and dropped your head slightly to hide your embarrassment. The ajumma smiled back and returned inside hesitantly. You were just about to try calling his phone again when the door swung open, revealing a disheveled Haechan, his headphones still propped on his head as its LED lights illuminated the apologetic look on his face.

“I'm so sorry babe; I just saw your text. I must have locked it by mistake,” Haechan pleads, taking a step to the side to finally let you in.

After being out all day, you were beyond tired, and this definitely ruined whatever good mood you were in. Honestly, you shouldn't have been so upset; you were only out there for 10 minutes; at least that's what Haechan tries to argue. Normally you wouldn't be, but the sight of his gaming headset indicated that he didn't hear you because he was too busy playing the game. You could tell he wasn't going to turn it off for another hour. You didn't mind when he played, but today you just wanted to spend time with him, wrapped up in the warmth of at least two blankets, drinking hot chocolate, and watching movies for the season. What was the point of being cuffed during cuffing season if you didn't get to participate in cuffing activities?

“I called you five times, Donghyuck.” You roll your eyes in annoyance and head to your shared bedroom where you dropped off your things.

He winced at your icy tone. “I had my headphones on; I couldn't hear you."

“It's fine, I'm not even mad, I'm just tired,” you explain as you undress and change into something more comfortable.

“You're clearly upset if you're calling me by my full name.” He's hot on your heels, reaching out to touch you, trying to make you face him, but you turn away each time.

“If not Donghyuck, then what should I call you?” You furrow your brow, waiting for his response.

“I'm your Hyuckkie,” he tries, smiling sweetly. He tries to smooth things over with you, circling his arms around your waist.

“No,” you say, breaking away from his hold. ”I'm upset right now, remember? Just let me cool down.” You finish grabbing your things to get ready for a shower. You make your way to the bathroom, giving him the cold shoulder.

“If you're gonna be like this, I'm getting back on the game,” he grumbles.

“Go play your little games babe.” You smirk patronizingly over your shoulder as you shut the door behind you.

You hated being petty, especially over small things, but once you're upset, you just need a second to cool down. You both knew by the time you got out of the shower you would be begging for some of Hyuck’s special lovings. That's what you thought, at least.

You exit the bathroom fully refreshed, a cloud of steam billowing out behind you. You had finished your nightly skin routine, and you were ready for bed. That's when you heard Haechan raging at someone on the other side of his mic.

“No, I'm not worse than Jeno! Im just not on my A game.'' Haechan says, aggravated.

You figured he must have been getting his ass handed to him in the game, and you giggled evilly.  You had already started feeling better, but knowing that Haechan was still on the game dampened your spirits again. You had been in the bathroom for at least an hour getting ready for bed, and he’d been playing all day. You figured he’d had enough by now.

At the very least he was playing poorly, and that little fact lifted your petty spirits just a tad. You make your way over to the bed that sits in the middle of the room and make yourself comfortable on your side, trying to stifle your laughter as the room was filled with more of Haechan's disappointed groans that were followed by arguments that Jeno should not replace him as squad leader.

After more ridicule from his team about his poor gameplay, Haechan finally decided to call it quits for the night. He bid his friends a vulgar farewell with a few obscene choice words and disconnected from the discord call. He wasn't upset at you initially; he was just annoyed at the fact that you were holding this small mistake over his head. He's usually really good about leaving the toplock off. After your argument, he just wanted to finish up his game with the boys, hoping to take his mind off of it, but he couldn't put his head on straight. He was making mistakes he normally never would, and that turned his dial up from annoyed to frustrated. He was playing so badly that Jeno had to step up and carry the team to victory, and he would never let Haechan forget it. If he hadn't been upset before, he definitely was now.

You anticipate a bit of attitude from Haechan when he gets into bed next to you, but you don't expect the rough hands pulling at your hips to tug you under him. The light from his computer screen behind him faintly lights up the room, illuminating his silhouette as he hovers above you.

“You really wanna do this now?” You give a disdainful look. Still feeling a little neglected, you decided you didn't want to make it easy for him.

"I guess you can say I'm not done playing my little games,” he challenges.

"Well, play by yourself; I'm too tired tonight.” You lie as you try to turn over and crawl back under the covers, but he pins you down with his hips. Your darling pink satin nightgown and matching panties were all that separated you from feeling his heavy length as it sat confined between your legs. All Haechan wore around the house was a white tee and his sleep shorts. He preferred to go commando underneath so you could feel all of him through the thin fabric.

“Should have thought about that when you were over here laughing pretty.” Even when he's being a menace, he still makes your heart flutter with his compliments. “You broke my concentration earlier; it's only fair if I break yours.”

You huff exasperatedly; once he got like this, it was easier to hear him out than ignore him, so you wait for him to continue.

“You wanna cum? All you have to do is count to 100," he challenges as he gently nudges your neck with his nose.

“Who says I need you? Don't think I can take care of myself?” You defiantly tease back.

“Don't think I know you? Your pathetic pussy is probably throbbing right now, begging me to fill it. You wanna bet?” He remarks as he grinds his hips against yours again.

“For you to be on a losing streak today, you sure are eager to wage more bets,” you stall.

You knew the moment he trailed his lithe fingers down your middle, you were in trouble. Your stomach was flipping the moment he pinned you under him, calling you his pretty plaything. Such a simple-minded creature you were, but you couldn't help it. Haechan looked so good. His hair had grown out, and it sat in a curly heap on his head. The way he looked at you under his long bangs had you fighting back prayers. His scent floods your senses as you lay under him, and his warm skin is inviting against the cool air of the a/c that blows gently in the background. He was like a magnetic force that drew you further into his grasp the more you peered into his pretty doe eyes.

He doesn't say anything; he just raises an eyebrow at you knowingly. It didn't matter anyway; the real challenge still awaited, and he was going to make damn sure he drove you insane. He's slow when he moves. There was no rush; he had you all to himself all night long, and he was going to make every second count. He kisses your neck softly and sweetly. His kisses are so faint you can barely make them out. His hands stay stationed at your hips, lazily dragging up and down your waist, not exploring your body any further. He kisses up your neck to your ear, placing quick kisses behind it.

“You ready to play, or do you still want to fight the fact that you're soaked through your panties?” There wasn't much between you two; you're amazed you didn't leave a bigger stain on his shorts where the two of you were joined.

Haechan leans back to examine your lips before delicately pecking them. You pursue his lips, reuniting them with yours in a scorching kiss. You should have known better to fall for his trickery, Haechan's feather-light kisses, and his gentle touch? He was only getting you ready for what was to come, putting your willpower to the test.

"Want it?" he asks, leaning away from the kiss. He kisses your neck once more, then comes to the valley between your clothed breasts and kisses there as well, kissing you hotly through your clothes. He looks up to meet your eyes, half his face buried in your chest as you make eye contact. He waits for your response, and you nod.

“You'll have to earn it first." He smiled wickedly.

The hands that previously roamed your waist finally make themselves useful. One hand slips between your thighs, while the other pulls up your nightgown, exposing your nipples to the cold air and making them harden. Shifting your panties to the side, he strokes your entrance, coating his fingers in your essence. He pulls his hand back, letting the fabric snap back into place before laying a few crude smacks against your cunt. The sound your soaked panties make when he lands another blow rebounds off the walls of your room; the wet sound taunts you.

Haechan joins in to mock you further. “My baby is so wet for me, and to think I was going to go easy on you?"

You wouldn't want that anyway.

"So nasty,” Haechan teases. Once he's done coating his fingers, the real fun begins as he sinks his middle and ring finger knuckles deep into your heat.

“Stay focused sweetie, get to 100 and we'll do everything you want. '' Haechan reminds you before burying his face back into your chest, laying a kiss across the expanse of your chest hungrily as he pumps his fingers at an even pace.

He's being nice…for now. You don't buy it for a second and begin to count, hoping to get far before he starts making trouble for you. You get to about 20 before he ups the ante. He adds another finger, stretching you out further and increasing his pace. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it intently. He pulls back with it still in between his teeth before letting it go. He watches as it bounces back into place before nipping the bud again and moving on to the next one, giving it the same treatment. You fumble a few times when counting, but you recover quickly, and you're at 50 before you realize it. You're halfway there, and you can't help but feel a bit smug. This wasn't as hard as you thought. You look down at Haechan, ready to boast, until you notice him getting comfortable between your legs as he takes off your panties. He slips his arm under your thigh, pulling you closer and locking you in place. You just know that the moment he gets his mouth on you, it's over.

You start plotting right away. You knew it was a bad idea to try to fool the King of Con, but it was worth a shot. The determination in his eyes told you everything. He was getting serious. There was no stopping Haechan once he set his mind to something. You're not going down without a fight.

You’ve been together so long that competitiveness is just second nature between you two. You hated to lose almost as much as he did. You wanted to wipe that cocky grin off his face, so you gripped his hair with one hand and pushed at his shoulders with the other. You try your best to hold him off as you resume your counting. He admires your effort and, in return, lets you count up to 60 before he's gripping your wrist and pinning them down. It was stupid to think you could hold Haechan back, but it was worth a shot. Once he's got you pinned down and spread open to his liking, he presses a kiss against your lower intimate lips. You can feel him smirk against you, and that's all the warning you get before he licks deeply into your heat. He licks a fat stripe up your center until he's sucking at your clit, messily spitting against it, adding to the slick mess that's been created between your legs.

He knew he had won the moment he saw your eyes flutter close before fully rolling to the back of your head. The long moan that escaped your lips was another indicator. When he felt the harsh tug of your hands as you aggressively rode his tongue, he knew he had effectively wiped your mind clear of everything but him. It usually took a lot from him to coax you into fucking his mouth like a slut. You would normally be embarrassed by the way you pathetically chased his mouth and cried his name as you made a mess of his face, but you were so far gone now that you didn't care. You had thrown your own leg over his shoulder in your craze, needing to feel more. He didn't let up for a second; his eyes were glazed over with lust, and he panted in between deep sweeps of his tongue. It was too much; your hips began to squirm, and he had to chase your cunt with his mouth, latching his lips back onto your clit whenever you managed to slip away. Your hips stutter and thrash at his relentlessness.

“Fuck-slow down baby, please.” You try to bargain with what little sense you have left.

“You done playing? Give up?” Haechan slurs.

He's almost as fucked out as you. Completely pussy drunk but still trying to call the shots. If you were in your right mind, you would use this to your advantage, but the way his mouth continues to move on you has you arching your back.

“Let me cum.” You demand.

“You give up?” He tries again.

“PLEASE!”

“That's not what I want to fucking hear!” He reprimands you with a harsh slap to your center.

"I'm sorry," you sob pathetically.

"and? Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Haechan slows down just enough for you to continue.

“I give up; you can have all of me, however you want it, whatever you want. You can have it.” You hiccup and tremble, as you finally admit defeat.

As he pulls away from your sopping cunt, licking his lips clean, his trademark smirk returns.

"Now, was that so hard?” He pecks your trembling lips lovingly. He loves when you get like this, completely broken and obedient.

“I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it just like you said, and you're not going to cum.” He says, positioning himself in between your legs.

“Although you're my good girl now, you still disobeyed me; I told you to count, didn't I?” Haechan reminds you displeased. “Now we do this my way.”

You totally forgot. How stupid could you be to enter into a game like this with Haechan? He was brutal and stern, and he would see to it that you received your punishment.

He pushes down his sleep shorts and slips into you easily, starting off slow. Your full lips intoxicate him further as he gets lost in the feel of your slick heat sucking him in each time he tries to pull out. It was addicting, and he couldn't help but become an addict as he drove his hips deeper for more, greedily picking up pace as he pumped his thick length into you again and again.

Haechan didn't care how difficult it was; he was going to have his fun and you were going to behave. You wanted to end tonight as his good girl; you wanted to show him you could listen, but you could barely hold yourself back from cumming. The way he gripped your waist and manhandled you, pinning your thighs to your chest, you were seeing stars. You tried to squirm away, but he wouldn't let you, practically fucking you into the mattress. You almost felt sorry for your neighbors as your headboard noisily slammed against the bedroom walls, but when you felt lightning strike in your belly, you didn't have time to worry about anyone else. If you didn't lock in and starve off your orgasm, you'd be in big trouble with Haechan.

Haechan was enjoying himself, watching your internal struggle above you. He was so close, moaning at the feel of you under him. You needed him to cum quickly; you were not doing a good job at holding on. You hold fast and clench tightly around him, hoping this might push him over the edge. Haechan's hips stutter as he throws his head back, his eyes rolling back as he gasps at the feeling.

“Fuck just like that, make me cum, make me fill up this pussy,” he grunts shamelessly.

He's pussy drunk, and you have enough wits to use it against him this time. You push at his chest, and he takes the hint, lazily sitting back. You use the space to lower your legs that he had pinned to your chest and wrap them around his hips, pulling him in close. He's about to argue, but you drag him down for another passionate kiss, swallowing his protests. You help him fuck into you as you hook your ankles together at his lower back and push his hips into you on each downstroke, effectively shutting him up further.

“Like you mean it, hyuck,” you tease.

You were definitely power-bottoming, and Haechan was too far gone to realize it, but when you reach behind his head to graze your fingertips at the hair on the nape of his neck, he knows what's coming next. You tug harshly, and he moans into your mouth like a slut. His hips snap into yours at the feeling, and a few more thrusts later, he's resting deep in your gut and releasing. His hips stutter as he gives you everything, making sure to fill you up.

“Cum” He pants breathlessly; it's all he can manage before overstimulation takes over.

You tighten your hold on his hips with your thighs and grind onto his softening length. You fuck yourself onto his length, in a hurry before he goes completely soft. You felt pathetic scrambling for the leftovers of his arousal to bring yourself to completion, but this was as generous as he would be. He does his best to help you and lazily rubs at your clit whispering cruel degradations in your ear. You cum at last and can't stop the tremors that wrack your body. Haechan bites his tongue at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his abused length. He eases out slowly as he feels you come down and drops his deadweight onto the mattress beside you. You both struggle to catch your breath. You chuckle through your harsh breathing as you turn to your lover.

“I think you're a sore loser,” you joke.

“Hmm?” Haechan looked puzzled; he almost forgot how you two even got to this point. “Nah, Jeno just didn't deserve that win."

“Sorry for earlier; I know you didn't mean to lock me out. I shouldn't have given you so much attitude about it.” You apologize sincerely.

“I'm sorry too; I'll try not to lock you out again." Haechan adds

Hyuck is nothing if not a pleaser. 

Which sounds so generous—sweet, even—like he’s doing it just for you. But he’s not. He’s a selfish man, and nothing makes him harder, nothing gets him off faster, than pleasing, satisfying, and absolutely ruining. It’s wired into him, like instinct. Born to eat, breathe, and fuck pussy—your pussy.

And that’s exactly why he’s still up, waiting for you to get home from work. Why the second you walk through the door and drop onto the couch with a tired huff, he’s already burying his face in your neck, lips warm and greedy. And when you sigh about how your boss has been driving you insane, he nearly smiles—because he knows he’s got the perfect remedy.

A perfect remedy that starts with him carrying you to bed, tearing off your clothes to strip you bare, and putting his hands exactly where he knows you need them. His voice low, breathless, begging—“Please… just let me do this for you. Let me make it better, baby. Let me take the ache away.”

And you do. You let him give you all his attention, let him show you just how badly he wants you. And damn, it’s obvious—because he wastes no time pulling your ass to the edge of the bed and diving between your legs. His perfect, wet lips wrap around your clit, sucking, lapping, teasing.

“Fuck, Hyuck…” you whine, back arching as you try to pull away.

But that won’t do. That’s not how this works—how he works. He won’t let you run away from him. His hand presses down on your stomach, holding you in place, forcing you to stay where he can devour you the way he knows you need. Hell, he needs your pussy in the perfect spot for his mouth to do its job—taking, tasting, making you forget everything but him.

And when he sees the whites of your eyes, watches them roll all the way back in your head, he knows he’s doing exactly what he set out to do. He could watch you like this for hours—knees jerking, toes curling, chest heaving—all because of nothing but his tongue. He can’t take his eyes off you—he won’t—not when seeing you bite down on your lip to stop the noises gets him so fucking hard.

Except he wants those noises—needs them. 

He pulls his lips away from your clit, pupils darkening at the sight of how puffy and swollen he’s made it—his work, his mess. Then he hooks his arms under your knees and pulls you flush against his mouth, tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe from your soaking entrance all the way back up to your bud. The second you shudder and whine, a sick thrill shoots straight to his cock. That’s the reaction he craves—needy, helpless, all for him.

So he does it again. And again. This time letting his tongue push inside you, teasing and prodding, fucking into you with lazy strokes while his nose bumps your clit at just the right angle. 

It’s all too much for you. The way his tongue moves. Your thighs twitch, hips bucking against his face, chasing every bit of friction he gives you. And despite your squirming, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. Because the cocky bastard lives for this—lives to watch you fall apart on nothing but his mouth.

So you play his little game, propping yourself up on your elbows to meet his gaze through dazed, heavy-lidded eyes. And fuck—he looks like he belongs there, buried between your legs, staring up at you with that sweet, doe-eyed look. Watching. Studying. Waiting for every twitch, every breath, every moan—so he knows exactly how to make his next move. Because somehow, he knows your body better than you do.

Hyuck notices the way your eyes go heavy, lashes fluttering, and takes it as his cue. He sinks a finger into you, knuckle deep, sliding in with ease after working you so damn wet.

Your eyes squeeze shut, a soft, desperate gasp escaping you. “Oh my god—Hyuck!”

“It’s okay, baby,” he coos. “You’re doing so good for me. So fucking hot—holy shit,” he groans low in his throat when he slips a second finger in and you take it without hesitation, clenching around him. “I don’t deserve you.”

You shake your head, barely able to keep your voice steady. “Yes you do,” you pant, eyes fluttering. “No one else—fuck—no one else could make me feel like this. Oh my god.”

He already knew that—but damn, does he love hearing you say it. Loves knowing he’s carved out space in your mind, ruined you so much that there’s no one else who even comes close. 

And that’s exactly why he latches onto your clit again—rewarding you for stroking his ego. He smiles against your pussy, moaning into it, sending filthy, electric vibrations straight through your core while his fingers keep fucking you deep and relentless.

So relentless that everything next hits fast. 

Your back arches off the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as his tongue flicks and sucks, perfectly synced with the curl of his fingers inside you. Your thighs try to clamp around his head, but his grip is iron-tight, keeping you spread and helpless while he works you through it.

“Hyuck—fuck—I’m gonna—” you gasp, breath catching on the edge of it. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby,” he groans against you. “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

And you do—your body seizing with the force of your orgasm, legs shaking, pussy clenching hard around his fingers as a cry rips from your throat. He doesn’t stop, not for a second. Just keeps licking you through it, moaning, dragging it out until you’re trembling beneath him, wrecked and breathless.

And he’s not done. He never is. 

“Look at you,” he breathes, pulling away just long enough to let you catch your breath. “So fucking beautiful when you cum.” His hands are firm on your legs, keeping you spread as he leans back in, lips trailing up your inner thighs, kissing, nipping, before finally meeting your swollen pussy again. “Keep these legs open for me.”

Your body jerks, more sensitive than before, when he licks another familiar stripe up your drenched slit. He chuckles darkly. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

“Hyuck—”

“Shh, don’t talk,” he whispers, his breath hot and teasing against your sensitive skin. “Let me do this for you. I want to.”

You moan, not just because it feels so damn good, but because the fact that he wants to do this—wants to make you cum, without asking for anything in return—is so beyond hot. He licks at your pussy again, that same intoxicating desire driving him as he teases and works you over.

Your fingers thread through his hair, guiding him closer, though he doesn’t need the help. You do, though. You need something to anchor you, to ground yourself from how hot he is—how hot he’s making you, getting you to writhe and squirm for him so easily.

You can feel the heat spreading through your body, sweat starting to bead on your forehead, slipping between your breasts, and trailing down the exposed curve of your stomach. It’s almost too much, too unfair—you're laid out, wriggling beneath him, while he remains fully clothed, the outline of his cock pressing hard and solid against the fabric of his sweats. 

He’s such a tease. 

But Hyuck doesn’t care—because this isn’t about him. It’s all about you. How good he can make you feel, how deep he can make you burn as you sweat for him. He wants to lose himself in every inch of you. 

And when he sees your skin start to slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, legs quivering like leaves, as he tastes you, he knows he’s already beyond the point of no return. He’ll forever be a man desperate to please you…

Which, frankly, is fine—because you’re certain your body belongs to him, utterly and completely. At his mercy permanently.

“Hyuck, please…I–”

You try to speak, to beg him to stop, to beg him to never stop, but all that comes out is a series of incoherent moans and gasps.

Hyuck's fingers curl inside you, stroking your sweet spot with precision, making you see stars. Your back arches off the bed, your body contorting in ways you never thought possible… and oh God—

“Hyuck—think I’m gonna—fuck!”

Your pussy starts to squirt, a rush of warm liquid spilling onto the bed as your second orgasm hits you. Hyuck’s eyes widen, lighting up with excitement. For a second, he almost just wants to watch, struck dumb by the sight, because fuck—he’s never made you do that before. But awe quickly gives way to greed. That insatiable part of him takes over—the part that needs to taste, to claim every bit of the mess you’ve made.

He groans, tongue lapping at your release, licking up every drop like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted (it is). He doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. Because now he’s seen it, felt it, tasted it—all he wants is more.

“Goddamn, baby,” he growls against your pussy, lips shiny, face slick with your juices. “You’re so fucking filthy—look at this mess you made for me.”

Your cheeks flush. A part of you wants to hide, to cover your face behind trembling palms, from just how messy, how vulnerable you are. But then you remember—this is Hyuck. Your Hyuck. The man who would never let you feel embarrassed about anything—especially not for cumming like this.

His eyes flick up, wide and wild, like he’s just broken something in you… and unlocked something in himself.

“We’re doing that again, and again,” he groans, breathless, voice vibrating against your dripping cunt. “Shit—look at you. Dripping down your thighs, so fucking hot.”

You try to squirm away, legs trembling, overstimulated beyond belief—but he doesn’t let you go. Doesn’t even think about it. His hands clamp down on your hips, holding you in place. 

“No, I’m not done,” he mutters, tongue already diving back in, sloppy and ruthless, licking up every drop and dragging more out of you. “Just one more, baby,” he pleads. “Give me one more—please. Would and will do anything to see you squirt like that again.”

Your body jerks with every swipe of his tongue—every slow, punishing drag across your clit. It’s too much, too slick, too wet, too hot. Your legs kick, twitching helplessly. 

“Hyuck, I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, mouth never leaving your pussy. “You’re gonna cum for me again. Gonna keep cumming until this sweet little pussy begs me to stop.”

And you do. You cum again—harder this time—your whole body seizing, back arching off the bed as you scream his name. His tongue keeps moving, lips wrapping around your clit, fingers sliding back inside you, curling deep, fucking you through wave after wave of pure, maddening overstimulation.

“Fuck,” he pants, groaning as you squeeze around him. “So messy. So fucking perfect. Don’t stop—give me another one.”

And with the way his fingers keep slamming into your sweet spot, and his mouth keeps sucking like he’s addicted to the taste of you, you give him more than just another one—and then some.

Because he’ll keep going until the windows fog up, the sheets are soaked, and neither of you remembers what time it is.

little acts of service accompanied by snark, as if he couldn’t catch himself loving you, or something. it’s okay, because you know that he does - the ring he put on your finger a few months ago has it engraved on the inside of the band, and it’s not like he can take back the sweet things he said to you when he was on one knee now. 

and as such, with the way the day has gone you fully expect you to be taken to bed at night, laid down on the pillows and allowed to be a princess while he ravished your body with his hands and mouth. perhaps a small comment about how desperate you were, how wet he was making you, or something along those lines. 

he had other plans though, evidenced by the way he pushes you to your knees near the foot of the bed after he walks you into the bedroom instead of coaxing you into the sheets. 

“is my pretty girl ready for her dessert?” he asks, sliding a hand into your hair and scratching at your scalp, leaving you a bit overwhelmed. his hand sends zings of pleasure running through you, and you barely notice the hardness of the floor under your knees in favor of focusing on the way your head spins and your mouth begins to water. 

this was seungmin, after all. if you had learned anything about him in the years you’ve been together, it’s that you can’t really ever prepare for him - he was always going to catch you off guard, and you loved it. 

he unzips his pants slowly, each tiny metallic sound matching the drumbeat of your heart as he finally frees himself from his boxers and strokes his half-hard cock. his other hand leaves your head, resting just under your chin so he could thumb at your bottom lip. 

“can you get wet for me?” he asks, the most polite thing he’s said all day to you. you know he means your mouth, and you let your spit pool up in it, but you can’t help the way you begin to leak into your underwear too. he feeds you his cock centimeter by centimeter, letting you suckle on the top of it before sliding in until he reaches the back of your mouth - not enough to make you gag, but it’s a close thing. he knows your body in and out though, knows exactly how much is teetering on the edge of too much.

“slow,” he instructs, a little breathless as you start to hollow your cheeks around him. “you want to savor your dessert right? this is a special occasion, after all.”

you groan and your eyes flutter shut, and you let the weight of him rest on your tongue. his hands weave back into your hair, holding you in place as he thrusts shallowly in and out of your mouth. you let him have his moment for a minute, sinking into a floaty haze, but it’s not enough. 

it’s your birthday, and if you want to suck his goddamn cock then you will.

your eyes snap open as you begin to suck on him in fervor, a bit messy and wet but you know he likes it like that. you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before swallowing him down, pulling noises out of him that he rarely lets out unless he’s caught off guard. you pull out every move, the dirtiest licks and flicks of your tongue accompanied by you humming around his length, and you know when he gets close by the way his knees buckle a bit and his hands tighten in your hair. 

he pulls you off of him with a hiss, panting as he he strokes himself off over you. his free hand cups your face and holds you right where he wants you, chin up so you're staring right into his eyes. you can see the pleasure take over his face and he whispers happy birthday, baby just as the splashes of his release coat your eyelids, the curve of your mouth, the bridge of your nose.

you’re both breathing hard as he calms down, removing his pants before helping you up your feet. he sets you onto the bed and kneads at your thighs with his big hands, leaning in to kiss you without a care in the world towards his come on your face. 

“you had your dessert,” he dances his fingertips into the waistband of your shorts, toying at the lacy material of your underwear. “now it’s time for mine.”

–

leaving him kneeling on the floor while you undress and hook the strap up to your hips was so hard. his eyes followed you out of the room, already hazy in submission as he waited so patiently for you. he was nothing if not a good boy, knowing his instructions even though you hadn’t said anything to him.

when you get back, wearing just your bra and panties and the strap, he’s kneeling in the same place, shifting back and forth like he can’t help himself. there’s a growing bulge in his pants that he ignores, knowing that he won’t get what he wants if he touches himself without asking.

he’s biting at his bottom lip, and when you finally approach him and cup his face gently in your hand he relaxes his mouth. his lips are reddened and wet, plump and already so wrecked - he looks divine like this.

“hungry?” you tease him, and he nods and nuzzles his cheek into your hand, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your face and the dildo that’s so close to his mouth. you let him have that one moment of comfort before you tighten your grip on his chin, thumb digging into the flesh of his cheek. “open.”

it’s a simple order, and he follows it beautifully. he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as he makes a noise of excitement. his mouth is so wet, drool pooling up with every passing second that he keeps it open. you rest the tip of your strap on his tongue and he immediately closes his lips around it, suckling at it while he looks up at you.

only he could make this look so innocent.

you push in a bit further, feeling when he starts to tense up a bit. you move your hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp a bit to relax him, and your cock slides into his throat with little to no resistance. his eyes flutter closed as he swallows around you.

you pop out of his mouth, keeping your grip on his hair when he tries to follow you.

“my good boy,” you coo at him and he blushes under your attention, redness creeping up from his neck to his ears. “made for this, weren’t you?”

“yes,” he rasps out, clearing his throat a bit.

you’re a little breathless just from watching him. even though you felt none of the sensation, the way he looked under you was absolutely mesmerizing. you wish you could immortalize him like this, pliant on his knees with his swollen, red lips, just for you.

he shuffles his body closer to yours, slotting himself between your legs so his crotch was pressed up against your ankle. he looks up at you again, a silent question in his eyes.

“go ahead, baby,” you tell him, and without missing a beat he’s grinding against your leg and choking himself on your strap again. his hands wander up your legs until they’re secured behind your thighs, keeping you pressed to him as he chases his release.

crystalline tears were forming under his lashes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with mascara and eyeliner trailing down his cheeks.

another time.

you push a little farther into his mouth, and he gurgles around your cock, sending pangs of went through your entire body.

“god, you’re such a slut,” you pant out, just as affected as you would be if he has his lips wrapped around your clit. he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, and you can see his throat spasm around the silicone as he digs his fingers further into your thighs.

he rocks his body against your foot, pushing himself further into your cock just so he could get off and it’s so sexy. he comes almost too quickly, spasming against you as he makes noises around you, muffled and indistinct.

he backs off and coughs, catching his breath before diving in for more and you can’t help yourself from falling to your knees in front of him before he could.

when you kiss him it’s a wet affair, strings of his spit connecting your lips together and it’s downright filthy but you don’t really care.

“you’re so good,” you mumble against his lips between kisses, petting every inch of him that you could reach. “you’re such a good boy, oh my god, i love you.”

hannie

felix

seungmin

jeongin

The movie is mere white noise sitting next to Minho. You've got a good grip on his cock while his fingers gently pull apart your folds. You both are facing the big screen in the theaters, acting like neither of you are inappropriately touching each other.

It's his fault, really; brushing his hand on your knee and the little smirks throughout the showing. It was only a matter of time before you both got each other off, rubbing until the first signs of arousal dribbled down your legs.

minho opts to play with the peak of your pussy, thumbing your clit in deep circles. it takes everything in you not to move your hips. you think it's possible to cum with him just playing with your pussy, but you can feel how your walls squeeze, desperate for any type of pressure inside.

your hand occasionally falters stroking him, but you manage. you return the favor by rubbing the pad of your thumb on the underside of his cock. he struggles too, you notice. his eyebrows crease in concentration, upper lip slightly jutting out. it's a game in a way. bringing each other close without ever letting it tip over. it would be such a waste to cum, after all, the movie is only halfway done.

chris will share you with any of the boys - after a certain point in your relationship. it starts because of the younger aussie ogling you when you come to visit them during dance practice - and later that night chris found him outside his bedroom mid-fuck, pulling open the door to drag the other man inside and gesture to your bare body on his bed. you're panting, chest heaving and eyes lidded as you stare over at felix. he's choked up with pink cheeks, but only ten minutes later he's throat deep eating your pussy until you're gasping and choking on your tears. chris, ultimately after that, is more than happy to watch and help the others please you the same way he does. felix is more often than not the one popping around when he hears you two fucking, though. (and minho. minho comes along a lot, too.)

minho will share you with hyunjin. the two share the same lookdown on you sexually. you're smaller than them in every way, so they're both more than happy to pin you against the sheets and fuck into you until you're braindead and your eyes are rolling back into your skull. though minho isn't one to just sit back - he needs to be involved, either fucking your face while hyune takes your pussy or sucking marks over your tits while hyune eats you out with your thighs squeezing around his head. and they're absolutely going to take turns flipping you around and holding you down by your throat as they use you like you're nothing but a free use slut.

changbin will share you with jeongin. it's something about watching the youngest of the group fuck a woman who's older - and hearing him call you noona is just too cute. he's more the type to watch while it happens, absolutely in awe at the way you take charge with jeongin but not with him. you'll ride the maknae until he's damn near in tears, the mattress caving each time and bouncing and squeaking under your movements - or you'll sit on jeongin's face and rock your hips back and forth until he's sputtering and drooling and clawing at your thighs for air, which you absolutely won't give him until his ears are pink.

hyunjin will share you with changbin. hyune takes pride in his arms, in his strength and being able to hold you up while he fucks into you - but watching changbin do it is something else. it makes a rouse of jealousy stir in his chest the first time he invites the older man to fuck with you two, but the jealousy just fuels his lust and he ends up being more rough than ever. changbin is happy to kiss over your body and up your throat while hyunjin holds you by the wrists, pounding into you from behind and keeping you sat up on your knees as you whine. only when you're really putty in their hands is when he'll hand you over, knowing he did that to you - put you in that state - before letting changbin pick you up and press your back to the wall to fuck up into you.

jisung will share you with felix. the sunshine twins take pride in being able to take care of you together, and felix loves it so much when jisung hints at letting him in the bedroom with you. he'll sit back at first and let felix worship over your body until you're squirming and begging for one of their cocks - or both - before moving to your side to whisper sweet nothings and join in on the worshipping. jisung'll get more mushy than ever, fucking into you so sweetly and letting felix use your mouth or your hands or whatever he wants, before letting him have his own turn. one at a time, just to be gentle with you. and they'll both cover you in cum and grin when you're giggling, claiming you're not done and want to keep going. (though they're soft now, that doesn't mean there isn't times they'll invite you to the studio during late hours and fuck you on the couch or up against the desk.)

felix will share you with minho. he's more than happy to start things off and get your clothes on the floor before getting to the good stuff - and minho is too impatient to sit back and just watch the entire thing. he'll let you know he wants you by pressing his cock straining in his jeans right up against your hip, caging you between himself and felix while sucking marks all over your skin. he's the type to leave his presence on you - and felix doesn't seem to mind it at all. they'll fuck into you at the same time, either spitroasting or dp if you're down for it - and though felix would be alright with being done whenever, minho is the type to force multiple orgasms from you until he's satisfied. it leads to long, long nights.

seungmin will share you with jisung. it's a different dynamic, the two. seungmin is happy to shove you around and onto the bed, watching you trip over yourself and let him pull your shorts right off you to land a few hard smacks against your ass. he likes to watch you squirm - and so does jisung, of course. but he'll knead at the handprints seungmin left on you and caress over them to soothe the sting. the dynamic is also different in the sense that jisung is a needy lover. he'll rut into you like a rabbit wanting to breed, barely even pulling out before hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. he refuses to be so far from you, too impatient and wanting to pull out all the way and leaving you moaning loud; choking and gasping and bouncing back and forth against the mattress beneath you. and when seungmin finally gets his turn it'll be the complete opposite - smooth and long strokes that make you whining for him to go just a little faster - which he of course won't listen to.