「 ✦ Bubbles ✦ 」

The gym was quiet, the heavy clang of weights replaced by the sound of Chan’s and San’s uneven breathing as they eased into their cooldown stretches. Sweat slicked their bodies; muscles pumped and trembled with exertion. San rolled his shoulders, a teasing glint in his eyes as he shot Chan a sideways look.

“You know, you get this really serious face when you’re focused, hyung. It’s kind of entertaining,” San said, friendly and light.

Chan glanced over, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Yeah? I bet you’re just here for the show.”

San dropped into a stretch beside him, close enough that their arms brushed. “Well, someone’s got to keep you humble.”

Chan laughed and bumped San’s shoulder with his own. “You? Keep me humble? You can barely count your own reps.”

San snorted, nudging him back. “At least I don’t skip leg day to go hang out with Y/N cause I got “inspired” after seeing her walk past going to the studio.”

They grinned at each other, mock-glaring for a second before both breaking into laughter, the rivalry familiar and easy.

"You tease everybody, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed," Chan said, shaking his head.

San grinned. “Can’t help it, I like to keep things spicy.” He shrugged, then added more genuinely, “But seriously, is your studio partner single?”

Chan arched an eyebrow. “Why, you interested? Or just here to stir the pot?”

San nudged him, a quick laugh escaping. “Maybe a bit of both. Gotta keep life interesting.”

The energy was bright, the two of them comfortable in the familiar rhythm of their banter. Chan leaned in, dropping his voice just enough for a touch of mischief. “You want some real tea? I saw her bag earlier today; some photocards of you and me were hanging off it. She’s got a type, and it’s us.”

San’s grin widened, and he wiggled his brows, clearly delighted. “Guess we are. Maybe she wants the V.I.P. experience.”

Chan’s eyes sparkled. “Maybe next time when she’s in the studio.”

"So, is this where the magic actually happens, or do you just live here?" San teased, his shoulder brushing Chan’s as they walked down the quiet hallway.

Chan laughed, swiping his keycard against the reader. "A little bit of both."

The lock clicked, and Chan pushed the door open, leading San into the dim, humming warmth of the 3RACHA recording space.

"Want to hear the demo?" Chan asked, turning back to him with a grin. "You’ll see why I’m always pulling late nights."

San grinned, curiosity piqued. “Yeah, I want to see what you’re working on.”

As they rounded the corner, they spotted Y/N at the desk, wrapped in Chan’s oversized hoodie, headphones on, lost in her work.

San stopped short, eyebrows lifting. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing her so soon.”

Chan’s mouth quirked, surprised and, truthfully, pleased to see her in the hoodie he “left behind” earlier.

Y/N finally glanced over, catching both of them staring. She slid off her headphones, arching an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize you two walked in.”

San leaned in, grinning, gaze sweeping over her. “Chan wanted to show me a demo, but honestly? I can’t imagine anything sounding better than you look right now.”

Chan stepped in behind her, fingers grazing her waist as he leaned close, voice easy but with an edge. “Careful, San. She can get feisty if anyone interrupts her workflow.” His hand lingered as he looked down at Y/N. “Should we come back when you’re done, or can we join you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks burned, a flush creeping up her neck. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of the sweatshirt, betraying just how flustered she really was.

She forced a smirk, masking her nerves. “That depends: are you both here to be productive, or just planning on goofing off?”

Chan and San each took a seat on either side of Y/N, their chairs pulled close so she was sandwiched between them at the desk. Chan leaned in, bringing his mouth close to her ear, voice low and teasing. “Saw your bag, by the way. Didn’t know you were into collecting our photocards.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked toward her bag on the couch, and she sprang up, trying to beat San to it, but he was faster, snatching it before she could reach. She froze, caught between making a move to grab it and running out of the room, as he dangled the bag and made the photocards sway, grinning as he found one of himself in a toploader that said 100% boyfriend material, then one of Chan in one that said Can I be your boyfriend? “So you like to keep us close? Even though you can have the real thing?”

San set the bag down and plucked a double-sided toploader, with a photocard of himself on one side and Chan on the other. He stalked back toward Y/N, holding it up, his grin turning sly as she hesitated, unsure whether to move or stand her ground.

Y/N’s lips parted, caught off guard. Her thighs pressed together as she fumbled for words, heat rising to her cheeks. “I...um…” She looked away, not trusting herself to finish the thought.

Before she could finish, San stepped directly into her space and gently pressed the cool plastic of the toploader flat against her parting lips, sealing her words inside.

"Shh," he murmured, his eyes dark with amusement. “Don’t ruin it by thinking, Princess."

Without warning, Chan’s hand slid to the back of her neck, tilting her head so he could whisper, voice low and possessive, “Careful, San. She might combust.”

San set the toploader on the desk, then reached up, his fingers gripping her chin as his thumb traced lightly over her lower lip, teasing. “Why don’t we fulfill her fantasy?”

Chan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “We could tease you all night, or you could beg for it.”

Y/N squeezed her thighs together, eyes wide and voice trembling. “Please… I need you. Both of you. Will you please touch me? I’ll be good…I promise.”

San cupped her cheek, his voice low and commanding, a smirk curving his lips. “That’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl, keep being good, and maybe we’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Chan’s eyes darkened, his hand flexing gently at the back of her neck as he leaned down, absorbing her desperate plea. “How could we say no when you beg so sweetly?”

He let out a low, hungry growl against her skin, his hand sliding down from her neck to slip under her knees while his other arm wrapped firmly around her back. He stood up, easily lifting her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. Before she could even gasp, his mouth found hers, capturing her lips in a heated, deep kiss that completely stole her remaining breath.

He carried her across the dim room and, with a soft murmur, tossed her gently onto the plush studio couch. Y/N sank back into the cushions, her head spinning, only for San to slide over beside her in an instant. His large hands immediately cradled her face, tilting her head back to meet him as he took over her mouth with a hungry kiss of his own.

When San finally pulled back, his lips were wet and his breathing was shallow, his dark eyes locked onto her flushed face. Chan loomed right behind him, his shadow falling over the couch as he looked down at her with matching intensity. The sheer heat radiating from both of them in the cramped space was dizzying.

Both men peeled off their sweat-soaked shirts, muscles flexing in the low light. Their bare chests flushed and hungry as they turned their attention back to her. Chan’s hands swept down Y/N’s body, slipping beneath the hem of her shorts and pushing the fabric aside to touch her, his gaze dark with hunger. The hoodie bunched around her waist, just begging to be taken off.

San leaned in close, crowding her from the other side as his fingers tangled in her hair to tilt her head back. He pressed his lips to her warm jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.

“Look at how wet she is already for us,” San murmured, his breath hot against Y/N’s neck as his hand slid down her stomach, easily finding its way under the hem of her shorts to join Chan’s. “We could probably just slip right in.”

Chan let out a low chuckle, his fingers pulling her shorts and panties to the side. “Is that true, baby? You think we can just slip right in? Spread your legs for me, let me make you feel so good.”

Y/N let out a soft whine, nodding desperately as she parted her thighs for him.

Chan knelt between her legs, running his hands up her inner thighs and gently parting her lips with his thumbs before lowering his mouth. His tongue was slow and teasing, making her shiver and arch her hips to meet him. Above her, San’s mouth trailed over her cheek and jaw in hungry kisses. His hands roamed under the hoodie, finding her breasts as his thumbs teased, pinched, and pulled at her nipples. With every stroke of Chan’s tongue, Y/N’s hips jerked, her thighs squeezing his head. Her sensitive clit brushing against his nose sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her whine each time helplessly.

“Listen to her,” San whispered against Y/N’s lips, catching her whimpers. “You like having both of us worshipping you like this, don't you, princess? Tell Chan how good a job he's doing.”

“He’s… Fuck, Chan… ah—” A loud moan slipped from her lips. “It’s…hah…please, don’t stop; it’s AAAHHH—”

Chan looked up, his lips wet and shining in the dim light, a hungry look in his eyes. “It's only too much if you try to fight it. Just relax and be a good girl for us.”

Chan groaned at the wet, sweet taste of her, his tongue flicking over her clit in quick, focused strokes. He slid his fingers deep inside her, curling them upward to find and drive against her sweet spot in a heavy, rhythmic heat that had her hips rolling helplessly against his hand. He fucked her relentlessly with his mouth, sucking and licking her swollen clit as she whimpered.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” Chan groaned, his voice thick and rough against her wet clit. “Could eat your tight little pussy every fucking day. Maybe I should just keep you locked up in my bed.”

San pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes wild with heat as his large hand squeezed her breast, flattening her nipple. “You look so fucking pretty like this, just a desperate, dripping mess for us. Keep being a good girl, and we’re going to keep you cumming all night.”

Y/N’s thighs shook violently, her inner muscles coiling tight as Chan’s wet tongue urged her right to the edge, licking and sucking her swollen clit deep into his mouth while his fingers shoved hard and fast inside her. He curled his fingers upward, hitting her g-spot repeatedly and fucking her stretching walls. He gripped the backs of her thighs, pulling her hips flush against his face so she had no choice but to squeeze his head as San’s mouth crashed back down on hers.

San kissed her hungrily, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth to swallow her loud, desperate whimpers. At the same time, his fingers got rougher, rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching them hard, syncing the sharp hits of pleasure with the heavy, rhythmic friction of Chan’s fingers and tongue fucking her wet pussy.

The moment she went over the edge, Y/N let out a broken, desperate moan that San swallowed with a heavy, hungry kiss. Her back arched completely off the couch cushions as her orgasm ripped through her, her thighs clamping tight around Chan’s head. His wet tongue kept relentlessly working her clit through every single wave, his fingers still buried deep and curling inside her twitching, soaking wet pussy. His muffled praise against her swollen flesh completely overstimulated her. Her sweet cum spilled over his lips and chin as she convulsed, her tight walls squeezing his fingers and shaking with the raw force of her release. When the last aftershock finally faded, her shaking legs fell wide open, and she collapsed back into the couch, panting, boneless, and trembling in their arms.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Chan growled, his voice incredibly deep and thick. He swiped a thumb across his wet chin, catching a heavy smear of her slick.

Before he could even lick it away, San surged forward over her twitching body. His hand gripped the back of Chan’s neck, pulling him up just enough to meet him in a sudden, deep, and bruising kiss. San’s tongue swept hungry and hot against Chan’s lips, aggressively licking the sweet taste of Y/N’s release right off his mouth and chin, claiming it for himself. Chan let out a low, gravelly grunt of approval into the kiss, bracing a heavy hand on Y/N’s trembling thigh to hold himself up as San took exactly what he wanted. When they finally parted, a thin string of spit connected their wet lips, and both of them were breathing hard, their eyes completely black with lust.

San slowly licked his lips, a dark smirk playing on his mouth as he settled back on his knees, keeping Y/N tucked securely against his bare side. "Fuck, she does taste delicious."

Chan chuckled from the floor, his eyes flashing as he looked up at them from between her trembling knees. "She does. Though you almost took my fucking head off with those thighs, baby."

Y/N let out a weak, embarrassed whine, burying her face into her arms. San just laughed, wrapping a heavy arm around her waist to pull her tight against his warm chest. "Let her breathe; you're the one who ate her out like she was your last meal."

"I did," Chan admitted, his hands sliding up from the floor to rest on Y/N’s hips, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin. "And it was perfect. You sounded so fucking beautiful, baby. The way you whimpered into San’s mouth while my fingers were deep inside your wet pussy..."

He trailed off, his dark eyes shifting toward the door to the recording booth. A spark of creative inspiration, mixed with pure, teasing mischief, lit up his face.

"You know..." Chan murmured, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr. "It's a fucking shame those sounds didn’t get recorded."

San raised an eyebrow, his grip on her waist tightening as he knelt beside her, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "What are you thinking, Chan?"

"I’m thinking we should put those beautiful sounds to good use," Chan said, his thumb pressing firmly into her hip bone. "The booth is right there. It's fully soundproofed, the mics are set up, and I have a private project folder that absolutely no one else has access to. It will be just for us."

Y/N blinked, her mind still hazy and her body completely sensitive from her orgasm. "You want to record me... us?"

"I want to record you," Chan corrected softly, his eyes locking onto hers from below as his fingers brushed her wet folds. "I want to capture every single gasp, every little whimper you make when San bites you, and every wrecked scream when we fuck you senseless. Then, I'm going to mix it into a song to remember this...and if we like it enough, we can do it again sometime."

San’s breath hitched at the idea. He looked at Chan, then down at Y/N, his eyes dark with sudden, intense hunger. "A private track. I like the fucking sound of that. What do you think, baby? Want to go sing for us?"

The hazy, overwhelming weight of her orgasm mixed with Chan’s low, intense words, creating the perfect storm. As he told her exactly how they wanted to stretch her out and ruin her in that booth, something inside Y/N just gave way. The buzzing in her ears faded to a warm, heavy fog, her thoughts dissolving until all that was left was the heat of their bare bodies and the pull of their hands. She melted, her body turning loose and completely pliant, every nerve raw and exposed for them.

She went completely quiet, her eyelashes fluttering as she stared blankly at the space between them, her mouth parted slightly as a drop of drool nearly threatened to slip out, but no sound came.

Chan watched the shift happen in real time, his sharp eyes tracking as her focus softened and her posture went entirely lax against San's bare side. A knowing, tender smile replaced his wicked smirk.

"Hey," Chan murmured softly from the floor, his hands gently squeezing her hips to bring her back to them. "Look at me, princess. I asked you a question. Do you want to go sing for us in the booth?"

Y/N’s head lulled slightly, her big, glazed eyes slowly drifting down to meet his. She swallowed hard, her voice coming out as a tiny, breathless whisper.

"Yes, Daddy..."

Beside her, San let out a low, ragged breath at the slip, his bare chest expanding as he pressed hard against her back. The sudden, possessive heat radiating off his skin made her shiver, her thigh brushing against the rough fabric of his shorts where he knelt beside her. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive column of her neck as his hand slid up her ribcage, his voice commanding.

"And what about me, baby? Are you going to be loud for me in there? Let me hear how pretty you scream when I'm sliding deep inside your pussy."

Y/N whimpered, the double hit of Chan’s heavy gaze from below and San's hot mouth on her neck sending a delicious shiver straight down her spine. She turned her face slightly into San’s bare shoulder.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her fingers weakly curling into the waistband of his shorts. "I'll be loud for both of you."

San let out a low, guttural groan against her neck, his forehead pressing hard into her shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice incredibly strained. "You’re going to be the absolute death of us."

From the floor, Chan’s chest heaved. A dark, possessive sound rumbled deep in his throat, a heavy, approving growl that vibrated straight through her hips. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a mix of affection and intense desire. "So fucking good for us, princess."

Chan stood up, his towering, muscular frame looming over the couch. Without taking his eyes off her, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers, pushing them down his legs and kicking them aside. His thick cock, already fully erect and dripping.

He bent down and effortlessly scooped Y/N up into his arms. She instinctively clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head lying against his broad shoulder as her warm breath fanned over his collarbone. She melted completely into his solid hold, trusting him entirely.

Cradling her close to his chest, Chan looked down at San, his gaze dark, commanding, and heavy with lust. “San, take off her shorts and panties.”

San immediately stood, his eyes darkening to pitch black as he stepped closer. He grabbed the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties together, and with a firm, swift pull, slid them down her trembling legs, leaving her beautifully naked from the waist down, her dripping, swollen pussy completely exposed for them.

With her ready, San didn’t waste another second. His hands moved to his own shorts, sliding them down his thick thighs and kicking them away. His girthy, heavy cock throbbed in the dim light, fully hard and eager.

San turned and followed close behind Chan as he carried her through the heavy wooden door and into the recording booth.

Chan carried Y/N into the booth, and San immediately claimed the chair in front of the microphone. Sitting down, San reached up and took Y/N right out of Chan’s arms, pulling her onto his lap.

As her trembling fingers gripped the hem of the hoodie to pull it over her head, Chan stepped in close and firmly captured her wrists. He looked down at her with a dark, wicked spark in his eyes.

"Ah-ah," Chan murmured, his voice sharp but dripping with sweet authority. "Leave it on, baby. The hoodie stays on until I say otherwise."

Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers instantly letting go of the fabric as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Daddy."

Chan smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before stepping back to adjust the hanging microphone. He positioned it perfectly, right in front of her face, so the equipment could catch every single moan.

"San, you take her first," Chan commanded softly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, his eyes dark with anticipation. "I want to watch. And I want to hear how beautiful she sounds on this mic."

San’s eyes darkened with a sudden, intense hunger. He adjusted Y/N in his lap, turning her so her back pressed flush against his broad chest and her face pointed towards the microphone.

"Straighten your back, baby. Keep your head up so the microphone can pick you up," San murmured. His hot breath brushed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck as his large hands slid down, guiding her trembling thighs wide apart.

Y/N complied instantly, her spine straightening as she sat high on his lap, completely exposed and dripping. San gripped her waist, lifting her hips just enough to position the thick, pulsing head of his hard cock directly against her wet, aching entrance. The heavy, sliding friction as he aligned his thick shaft against her pussy made her whimper desperately.

"Look at you, princess," Chan praised softly from the corner of the booth, his eyes locked on her flushed, helpless face. "So beautiful, holding so still for us. You're doing so good, sweetheart."

San let out a low, rough chuckle against her ear. His hands slid up under the soft, heavy hem of the hoodie to grip her hips, his fingers digging deep into her soft skin as he slowly and relentlessly guided her down, impaling her on his cock in one deep, agonizingly heavy stroke that stretched her walls and filled her completely.

Y/N screamed, a high, wrecked sound of pure pleasure that tore from her throat. Her cheeks darkened with an intense, beautiful flush, the heat spreading rapidly down her neck as her body struggled to stretch around him.

San didn’t wait; he immediately established a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm, bouncing her on his lap. His thumbs dug hard into her hips to keep her anchored, leaving deep red marks under the bunched fabric of the hoodie.

"Oh, look at that," San murmured directly into her ear, his voice dripping with a lazy, almost sarcastic drawl that sent shivers down her spine. "Screaming your head off just because of a little stretch? You’re so incredibly sensitive, baby."

Y/N whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the sharp, degrading bite of his praise.

San spat in his palm, and without breaking his rhythm, he slid his wet hand down between her legs. He spread his saliva over her swollen clit, using the slick friction to rub her clit aggressively, his fingers circling and pressing hard.

"Listen to her, Chan," San chuckled, his chest vibrating hard against her back as he drove up into her again, stretching her pussy to the absolute limit while his wet thumb worked her clit. "She’s making all these pathetic little noises just because she can barely fit me. Such a good girl."

"Oh, sweetheart, yes," Chan praised warmly, his voice a soothing, rich balm over her overstimulated senses as he leaned closer to the to watch her face. "Sing for us, baby. You sound so gorgeous. Daddy is so proud of how loud you're being."

"Look at how easily you take it," San groaned, his pace quickening as he established a relentless, driving pace. He bounced her hard against his lap, the wet, messy sounds of their bodies slamming together captured perfectly on the track. His compliments turned dirty yet sweet as he worshipped her body, pulling her back hard against his chest with every heavy, bottoming-out thrust. "Just a helpless little toy, getting ruined by us because you couldn’t keep your eyes off our cards. A total little addict for us, aren’t you? Such a good little pussy, stretching out and taking all of me so perfectly."

"Ah! Daddy, Sir!" Y/N sobbed, her head tossing back against San's shoulder.

San reached his hand down between her thighs, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing it with a firm, relentless pressure that made her hips jerk violently on his lap. At the same time, his other hand slid up under the oversized hoodie, his fingers catching her sensitive nipple and pinching it hard, rolling the tight peak in sync with the heavy rhythm of his thrusts.

San's teeth grazed her neck, sucking a dark mark into her skin as he rammed deeper, his thick cock hitting her sweet spot with every heavy, upward drive. The friction was dizzying, and her slick leaked down his thighs, making every stroke louder, wetter, and more intense. Chan reached out, his thumb catching her chin to turn her head, forcing her to look him right in the eye.

Her soft whimpers, ragged gasps, and loud, needy cries filled the booth, capturing every single raw, breathtaking sound on the mic as her internal muscles clamped down tight, desperately trying to hold onto San's thick cock while he ruthlessly fucked her to the brink of another orgasm.

The intense, rhythmic friction of San’s thumb against her clit combined with the heavy, deep drives of his cock was too much. Y/N’s body went completely rigid, her back arching off his chest as she screamed, a raw, beautiful peak of pleasure tearing from her throat. She shook violently, her inner walls clamping down hard and milking San as she came again, her fluids pouring over his thighs.

"Yeah, take it all, princess," San groaned, holding her hips steady as he rode out the tight, rhythmic squeezing of her release, finally losing control and shooting thick, hot ropes of his cum deep inside her pussy. He grunted heavily, his chest heaving as he filled her to the brim, taking his own heavy, growling orgasm deep inside her.

As they both came down from the peak, breathing heavily, Chan’s eyes darkened, turning possessive. He stepped forward, his hands wrapping around Y/N’s waist.

"My turn," Chan murmured, his voice leaving no argument.

He lifted her easily off San's lap. The slick, wet slide of San pulling out of her and the warm drip of his cum leaking down her inner thighs made her let out a soft, needy whimper, her legs dangling weakly. Chan didn't let her rest. He carried her to the wall of the booth, pressing her back firmly against the padded panel. He lifted her thighs, hooking her legs securely around his waist.

"Keep your head up, baby," Chan commanded softly, his chest heaving against her as he guided his thick, hard length past her drenched, cum-filled entrance. "Daddy's going to fill you up now."

With a low, possessive growl, Chan pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one thrust. Y/N gasped loudly, her fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as he began to drive into her with a heavy, relentless power.

San stood up from the stool and stepped in close to their side, bracing one hand against the wall right next to Y/N’s head.

"Look at her, Chan," San rasped, his voice dark and thick with heat. "So pretty and dumb, no thoughts except to be good for us."

Chan groaned, his hips slamming hard against hers, the wet, slapping sound echoing in the quiet booth. "She’s perfect. I want to build a track to her sounds, but honestly? I just want to put a baby in her."

Y/N’s eyes flew wide, her thoughts swirling at the words. "D-Daddy...?"

"You heard me, sweetheart," Chan murmured, leaning down to press a hard, hungry kiss to her lips, swallowing her sweet whimper before pulling back to drive deeper. "You’re so good for us. We should just keep you locked in one of our beds, take turns filling you up every single day until you’re pregnant"

San let out a low, rough chuckle, his hand reaching out to cup Y/N's cheek, his thumb brushing over her trembling lower lip. "Imagine how pretty she’d look with a swollen belly, completely knocked up by both of us. We’d have to take such good care of her. Keep her safe, keep her happy, and keep her constantly loaded with our cum."

"Yes," Chan growled, his pace turning fast and ruthless, his thick cock hitting her deep and hard, making her scream. "We’re going to do it, baby. We're going to breed you so good. Every single drop is going right inside you."

"Ah! Hah, Daddy, please!" Y/N cried out, completely overwhelmed by the brutal reality of being fucked while they talked about making her pregnant. Her body coiled tight, the sheer intensity of their possessive words combined with Chan’s punishing rhythm pushing her straight back toward the edge of another shattering orgasm.

Chan didn’t slow down; he drove into her one last, violent time, his body shuddering as he flooded her with his cum. He held her pinned against the wall, emptying himself completely into her before pulling out with a wet, heavy slap that left her sobbing at the sudden emptiness.

Y/N gasped, her head tossing back as a weak, desperate cry escaped. "Daddy, no, please! Daddy, don’t stop; it hurts. I was so close…" she complained, her fingers clawing weakly at his shoulders as her legs tightened around his waist. "Please don’t, I need to cum..."

Chan only chuckled, a deep, possessive vibration that rumbled right through his chest. He tightened his grip on her waist, sliding her slowly down his body.

"I know, sweetheart," Chan murmured, his voice incredibly soft yet completely unyielding. "But you’re going to take it exactly how we want. Be a good girl and don't complain."

Chan kneeled on the floor and pulled Y/N right onto his lap. He settled her facing away from him, her back resting against his chest, her legs spread wide over his thighs.

"Patience, Princess," Chan murmured, his chest heaving against her back as his strong arms wrapped around her waist to hold her secure. "Daddy and Sir want to keep playing with you."

San dropped to his knees on the floor between her splayed thighs, his eyes dark and ravenous as he looked up at her. With his large hands gripping her knees to pull them wider, San leaned down and buried his face directly into her pussy.

Y/N let out a loud, high-pitched scream when San's tongue flicked hard over her swollen, throbbing clit.

"That's it, sing for us, princess," Chan praised in a low, gravelly rumble, his hands sliding up under the heavy cotton of his hoodie to squeeze her breasts, his thumbs rolling her tight, hard nipples. "Listen to how loud you are. Don't hold back."

San was relentless, his tongue swirling and flattening against her, drinking her in while his thumbs dug into her thighs. The wet, sucking sounds of his mouth against her skin filled the booth, mixing with Y/N’s frantic, breathless begging.

"Look at her shake, Chan," San mumbled against her, his voice muffled but dripping with satisfaction. He pulled back for just a second, his chin glistening with her slick, before looking up at Chan. "She's so responsive, she's practically begging to be bred again."

"She is," Chan agreed, his grip tightening possessively on her waist as he watched San's mouth work. "We’re going to put so many babies in you, Princess. You are ours now."

Y/N sobbed, her head tossing back against Chan's shoulder as San buried his face back between her thighs, his tongue dipping deep inside her while his thumb relentlessly worked her clit. The dual sensation of Chan’s hands on her breasts and San's mouth between her legs snapped the final thread of sanity.

"Daddy! Sir, please—I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body seizing violently in Chan’s arms as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her, her cum spilling directly onto San’s tongue as he sucked her through every intense shake.

Her body was still trembling from the last wave of pleasure as Chan’s hands shifted on her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

Before she could even catch her breath, Chan let out a low, rough growl, his hips jerking once more as he gripped her hips tightly, holding her shaking body flush against his chest. Y/N let out a broken, high-pitched whine, overwhelmed by the strength of his hold and the heat of his breath against her ear, her body limp and shaking.

"I know, baby, I know," Chan murmured, his deep voice vibrating soothingly against her back as he kissed her sweat-slicked shoulder. "But we're almost there. You're being such a good girl for us, princess. So incredibly good."

San slowly sat back on his knees, his chin and lips wet and shining, a heavy, dark satisfaction in his gaze. He lay down on the floor.

"Lay down with me, Princess," San rasped, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at them. "Come lie on my chest."

Chan leaned forward and carefully lifted Y/N, gently handing her down to San. San’s strong arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her and pulling her completely onto his broad, warm chest. She collapsed against him, her cheek resting against his bare shoulder, her limbs completely heavy and exhausted.

San slowly sat back on his knees, his chin and lips wet and shining, a heavy, dark satisfaction in his gaze. He lay down on the floor, stretching his long body out against the padded surface.

"Lay down with me, princess," San rasped, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at them. "Come lie on my chest."

Chan leaned forward and carefully lifted Y/N, gently handing her down to San. San’s strong arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her and pulling her completely onto his broad, warm chest. She collapsed against him, her cheek resting against his bare shoulder, her limbs completely heavy and exhausted.

Chan barely paused, moving to kneel between her legs as she lay sprawled over San. He gripped her hips, tilting them, and guided his cock back to her soaked pussy. As he pressed in, San lifted her hips, helping her slide down onto them both. She was stretched so wide she could only moan, her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering at the overwhelming fullness.

"Fuck, you’re incredible," Chan groaned, his voice rough by her ear, his grip tightening as he sank in.

San let out a low, shaky laugh, his breath warm on her shoulder. "Can you feel both of us, sweetheart? You’re taking us so well..so fucking good."

Y/N could barely form words, her moan breaking into a whimper. "I...I can’t...oh, god—"

Chan leaned forward, his lips brushing her cheek. "You can. You’re doing so well for us. Let us hear you."

Y/N cried out, San found her mouth, swallowing her pleas with a fierce, desperate kiss as he and Chan rocked her between them. They set a heavy, relentless rhythm, both driving deep, filling her so completely she could barely breathe.

"Yes, sweetheart, just like that," San groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass in tandem with the deep thrusts. "Such a good, sweet girl. Fucking beautiful."

"Look at you, princess," Chan praised, his voice a low, heavy rumble as he watched her face. "Taking both of us at the same time. Such a good girl, babygirl."

Their pace quickened, their hips slamming hard against her and sending waves of pleasure through her overstimulated body. The friction was unbearable, her pussy desperately clamping down around their cocks.

"Yes, just like that," Chan encouraged, his hand sliding down to press firmly against her swollen clit as they thrust. "Cum for us. Be a good girl and cum one more time."

The relentless, driving rhythm pushed her over the edge. Her pusst clamped down, and with a loud, wrecked sob directly into the her body convulsed as she squirted, her fluids spraying and drenching their thighs.

"Oh, look at you! Good girl!" San praised hoarsely, his chest vibrating beneath her as he felt the hot rush of her release. "Squirting all over us. Fuck so good, gonna make you do that over and over again."

"That's it, cum for us, princess," Chan growled, his own pace turning frantic as her tight, soaking release triggered theirs. "You did so well, baby."

They came hard, bodies moving out of sync, each chasing their own high. Chan’s fingers dug into her hip, his breath hot and uneven against her back. San just held on, jaw set, a gasp ripped from his throat as he came.

"Good girl, Y/N. You’re so perfect," Chan murmured, collapsing over her back, kissing her neck while San wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her securely to his chest as they all came down from the high, praising her over and over in the quiet booth. Y/N lay limp against San’s chest, her skin flushed and glistening, her mind empty from the sheer intensity of the climax.

Chan let out a long, shuddering breath as he slowly pulled out of her. Y/N let out a disappointed whimper. He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"You did so incredibly well, princess," Chan murmured, his voice rich and full of pride as he stroked her sweat-damp hair. "Daddy’s going to go set up the pull-out bed for us so we can cuddle. San is going to carry you there. Okay?"

When they finally slowed, Chan kissed her forehead and gently withdrew, leaving her still anchored securely against San. As Chan stood up and began to step away toward the heavy door of the booth, Y/N’s eyes flew wide with a sudden, desperate ache in her chest. Her mind felt empty and raw, and seeing him walk away felt like the end of the world. She reached out, her hand trembling, a broken whimper escaping her lips.

"No... Chan... don't go," she sobbed, her voice small and desperate.

"Hey, shh, look at me, baby. It's okay," San comforted softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest.

San wrapped his arms securely around her waist and sat up, pulling her up with him. As they shifted, he stayed buried deep inside her; the movement forced him even further into her sensitive pussy, the heavy fullness making her gasp and arch back against him.

"Oh, you're so needy right now, aren't you?" San cooed, burying his face in her neck to kiss the mark he’d left there. He held her up as she trembled in his arms. "You're so sweet. Just hold onto me, baby. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere."

"San... please... feels so full," she whimpered, her head falling forward. She instinctively shifted against him, searching for more stimulation.

"I know, sweet girl. I'm right here," San murmured, rocking her gently to soothe her. "Just breathe, princess. Daddy is making sure the bed is perfect for his princess."

"There she is," Chan said softly, his expression melting into pure warmth as he saw her flushed, dazed face. "Look at our sweet girl. Utterly wrung out."

San walked over to the bed and, slowly and carefully, began to lower her down. As he did, he finally, wetly slid out of her. Y/N let out a desperate, needy cry at the sudden emptiness, her hands clutching weakly at San's shoulders as she tried to pull him back.

"No, no, shh… let’s get you comfortable, princess," San cooed, laying her down onto the unfolded pull-out bed. He immediately climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her upper body into his lap so she wouldn't feel abandoned, wrapping his arms tight around her chest. "See? I'm still right here. You're okay."

Chan sat on the edge of the bed by her legs, unfolding one of the clean towels. "You did so well for us, baby. We're just going to get you all clean and dry."

Y/N let out a soft, tired whimper, her mind still completely fuzzy as Chan gently parted her trembling thighs. He used the soft towel to wipe away their combined cum and the messy evidence of their release that had dripped down her legs with a delicate, thorough care that showed his devotion.

"Such a good girl," Chan praised warmly, his touch incredibly gentle as he cleaned her sensitive skin before tucking her securely against his chest.

"The best girl," San agreed, pressing sweet, lingering kisses to her shoulder and temple. To soothe her, San wrapped his arms securely around her waist and sat up, pulling her up with him. As they shifted, he remained buried deep inside her; the movement forced him even further ins. He moved in on her other side, wrapping his arms around her as well, effectively sandwiching her between them. The quiet, protective warmth of being held in the middle by both men finally lulled Y/N into a deep, contented sleep, with Chan and San settling in closely around her.

The next morning, the peaceful silence of the studio lounge was first interrupted by the heavy click of the door unlocking, followed by the casual, echoing chatter of Han and Changbin as they walked into the front entryway of their group's studio.

"I'm telling you, we need to adjust the bass on that track before we export it," Changbin was saying, his voice loud and clear in the quiet morning air.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, let's just grab the headphones first—" Han Jisung started, stepping around the corner of the partition wall that separated the entryway from the main lounge area.

Han's voice cut off instantly. His eyes landed directly on the pull-out bed, specifically zeroing in on the very prominent, fully bare view of Chan’s naked ass as he lay sleeping on his side. Changbin stepped around him, appraising the messy scene with a massive smirk. "Well. You guys were busy."

Han immediately spun around on his heel so fast he nearly tripped, slapping his hands over his eyes.

“There’s too much ass! Abort, abort!” he shrieked, his wildly flailing arms trying to push Changbin back around the corner to shield both of them from the view of their leader.

Changbin stepped around him, appraising the messy scene with a massive smirk. “Well. You guys were busy.”

Chan slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from his face to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist.

Chan slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from his face to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist. Y/N’s cheeks instantly turned a flaming, bright red. Thankfully, Chan had gently tugged the hem of her extra-long hoodie down over her bare lap and legs while she was half-asleep the night before; the oversized fabric bunched just enough to keep her covered. Still, she desperately burrowed her face into San's chest to hide from their gaze.

Beside her, San just let out a low, sleepy chuckle. With no blankets on the bed to hide under, he simply grinned lazily as he tugged her even closer against his bare torso, refusing to let her go.

Before Changbin could even open his mouth to retort, the loud, chaotic ringtone of his phone blared from his pocket. He pulled it out, raising an eyebrow at the caller ID.

"It's Wooyoung," Changbin muttered, putting his fellow '99-liner on speaker.

Immediately, Wooyoung’s loud, panicked voice crackled through the speaker, "Bin! Are you guys at the studio? You need to lock the doors right now! Seonghwa-hyung and Hongjoong-hyung tracked San's location after he didn't come home to the dorms last night, and they are mad as hell—

"Too late," a flat, incredibly dry voice cut in from the doorway.

Changbin slowly lowered his phone as ATEEZ's eldest, Seonghwa, stepped into the lounge, his arms crossed over his chest and his exasperation plain as day as he looked at the three of them. “If you end up on Dispatch, I’m not bailing you out. You three better use protection, or all your strawberry cake is mine.”

Hongjoong, ATEEZ's long-suffering leader, pinched the bridge of his nose as he stepped up right behind Seonghwa, letting out a heavy sigh at the sight of his mischievous member who had gone missing in action. “San, I love you, but I seriously thought Woo or Mingi would beat you to this. I’m way too young to be a grandpa.”

San only flashed his leader a lazy, victorious grin, tightening his grip to tuck Y/N securely back against him. On her other side, Chan hummed contentedly, refusing to even open his eyes to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist, both of them absolutely refusing to move from their warm, comfortable afterglow.

A few minutes of awkward, quiet rustling followed as the audience of four stood waiting in the doorway. Chan and San finally groaned, rolling off the pull-out bed to hunt through the pile of clothes.

Y/N remained curled up in a tight ball on the bed, a little embarrassed, her knees pulled to her chest under the safety of the massive hoodie.

San hopped on one foot as he struggled to pull his shorts back up. Chan was just bothering with his boxers, rubbing his eyes.

Hongjoong crossed his arms, his sharp eyes darting between San and Chan. He raised an eyebrow, his leader instincts flaring. "Well? Seonghwa asked you a question. You did use protection, right, San?"

Chan and San stopped at the same time. They turned to look at each other, both instantly remembering the breathless, reckless talk of "putting babies in her" from the night before.

Both of them rubbed the back of their necks, blurting out the same sheepish:

"Well..."

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The gym was quiet, the heavy clang of weights replaced by the sound of Chan’s and San’s uneven breathing as they eased into their cooldown stretches. Sweat slicked their bodies; muscles pumped and trembled with exertion. San rolled his shoulders, a teasing glint in his eyes as he shot Chan a sideways look.

“You know, you get this really serious face when you’re focused, hyung. It’s kind of entertaining,” San said, friendly and light.

Chan glanced over, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Yeah? I bet you’re just here for the show.”

San dropped into a stretch beside him, close enough that their arms brushed. “Well, someone’s got to keep you humble.”

Chan laughed and bumped San’s shoulder with his own. “You? Keep me humble? You can barely count your own reps.”

San snorted, nudging him back. “At least I don’t skip leg day to go hang out with Y/N cause I got “inspired” after seeing her walk past going to the studio.”

They grinned at each other, mock-glaring for a second before both breaking into laughter, the rivalry familiar and easy.

"You tease everybody, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed," Chan said, shaking his head.

San grinned. “Can’t help it, I like to keep things spicy.” He shrugged, then added more genuinely, “But seriously, is your studio partner single?”

Chan arched an eyebrow. “Why, you interested? Or just here to stir the pot?”

San nudged him, a quick laugh escaping. “Maybe a bit of both. Gotta keep life interesting.”

The energy was bright, the two of them comfortable in the familiar rhythm of their banter. Chan leaned in, dropping his voice just enough for a touch of mischief. “You want some real tea? I saw her bag earlier today; some photocards of you and me were hanging off it. She’s got a type, and it’s us.”

San’s grin widened, and he wiggled his brows, clearly delighted. “Guess we are. Maybe she wants the V.I.P. experience.”

Chan’s eyes sparkled. “Maybe next time when she’s in the studio.”

"So, is this where the magic actually happens, or do you just live here?" San teased, his shoulder brushing Chan’s as they walked down the quiet hallway.

Chan laughed, swiping his keycard against the reader. "A little bit of both."

The lock clicked, and Chan pushed the door open, leading San into the dim, humming warmth of the 3RACHA recording space.

"Want to hear the demo?" Chan asked, turning back to him with a grin. "You’ll see why I’m always pulling late nights."

San grinned, curiosity piqued. “Yeah, I want to see what you’re working on.”

As they rounded the corner, they spotted Y/N at the desk, wrapped in Chan’s oversized hoodie, headphones on, lost in her work.

San stopped short, eyebrows lifting. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing her so soon.”

Chan’s mouth quirked, surprised and, truthfully, pleased to see her in the hoodie he “left behind” earlier.

Y/N finally glanced over, catching both of them staring. She slid off her headphones, arching an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize you two walked in.”

San leaned in, grinning, gaze sweeping over her. “Chan wanted to show me a demo, but honestly? I can’t imagine anything sounding better than you look right now.”

Chan stepped in behind her, fingers grazing her waist as he leaned close, voice easy but with an edge. “Careful, San. She can get feisty if anyone interrupts her workflow.” His hand lingered as he looked down at Y/N. “Should we come back when you’re done, or can we join you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks burned, a flush creeping up her neck. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of the sweatshirt, betraying just how flustered she really was.

She forced a smirk, masking her nerves. “That depends: are you both here to be productive, or just planning on goofing off?”

Chan and San each took a seat on either side of Y/N, their chairs pulled close so she was sandwiched between them at the desk. Chan leaned in, bringing his mouth close to her ear, voice low and teasing. “Saw your bag, by the way. Didn’t know you were into collecting our photocards.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked toward her bag on the couch, and she sprang up, trying to beat San to it, but he was faster, snatching it before she could reach. She froze, caught between making a move to grab it and running out of the room, as he dangled the bag and made the photocards sway, grinning as he found one of himself in a toploader that said 100% boyfriend material, then one of Chan in one that said Can I be your boyfriend? “So you like to keep us close? Even though you can have the real thing?”

San set the bag down and plucked a double-sided toploader, with a photocard of himself on one side and Chan on the other. He stalked back toward Y/N, holding it up, his grin turning sly as she hesitated, unsure whether to move or stand her ground.

Y/N’s lips parted, caught off guard. Her thighs pressed together as she fumbled for words, heat rising to her cheeks. “I...um…” She looked away, not trusting herself to finish the thought.

Before she could finish, San stepped directly into her space and gently pressed the cool plastic of the toploader flat against her parting lips, sealing her words inside.

"Shh," he murmured, his eyes dark with amusement. “Don’t ruin it by thinking, Princess."

Without warning, Chan’s hand slid to the back of her neck, tilting her head so he could whisper, voice low and possessive, “Careful, San. She might combust.”

San set the toploader on the desk, then reached up, his fingers gripping her chin as his thumb traced lightly over her lower lip, teasing. “Why don’t we fulfill her fantasy?”

Chan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “We could tease you all night, or you could beg for it.”

Y/N squeezed her thighs together, eyes wide and voice trembling. “Please… I need you. Both of you. Will you please touch me? I’ll be good…I promise.”

San cupped her cheek, his voice low and commanding, a smirk curving his lips. “That’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl, keep being good, and maybe we’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Chan’s eyes darkened, his hand flexing gently at the back of her neck as he leaned down, absorbing her desperate plea. “How could we say no when you beg so sweetly?”

He let out a low, hungry growl against her skin, his hand sliding down from her neck to slip under her knees while his other arm wrapped firmly around her back. He stood up, easily lifting her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. Before she could even gasp, his mouth found hers, capturing her lips in a heated, deep kiss that completely stole her remaining breath.

He carried her across the dim room and, with a soft murmur, tossed her gently onto the plush studio couch. Y/N sank back into the cushions, her head spinning, only for San to slide over beside her in an instant. His large hands immediately cradled her face, tilting her head back to meet him as he took over her mouth with a hungry kiss of his own.

When San finally pulled back, his lips were wet and his breathing was shallow, his dark eyes locked onto her flushed face. Chan loomed right behind him, his shadow falling over the couch as he looked down at her with matching intensity. The sheer heat radiating from both of them in the cramped space was dizzying.

Both men peeled off their sweat-soaked shirts, muscles flexing in the low light. Their bare chests flushed and hungry as they turned their attention back to her. Chan’s hands swept down Y/N’s body, slipping beneath the hem of her shorts and pushing the fabric aside to touch her, his gaze dark with hunger. The hoodie bunched around her waist, just begging to be taken off.

San leaned in close, crowding her from the other side as his fingers tangled in her hair to tilt her head back. He pressed his lips to her warm jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.

“Look at how wet she is already for us,” San murmured, his breath hot against Y/N’s neck as his hand slid down her stomach, easily finding its way under the hem of her shorts to join Chan’s. “We could probably just slip right in.”

Chan let out a low chuckle, his fingers pulling her shorts and panties to the side. “Is that true, baby? You think we can just slip right in? Spread your legs for me, let me make you feel so good.”

Y/N let out a soft whine, nodding desperately as she parted her thighs for him.

Chan knelt between her legs, running his hands up her inner thighs and gently parting her lips with his thumbs before lowering his mouth. His tongue was slow and teasing, making her shiver and arch her hips to meet him. Above her, San’s mouth trailed over her cheek and jaw in hungry kisses. His hands roamed under the hoodie, finding her breasts as his thumbs teased, pinched, and pulled at her nipples. With every stroke of Chan’s tongue, Y/N’s hips jerked, her thighs squeezing his head. Her sensitive clit brushing against his nose sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her whine each time helplessly.

“Listen to her,” San whispered against Y/N’s lips, catching her whimpers. “You like having both of us worshipping you like this, don't you, princess? Tell Chan how good a job he's doing.”

“He’s… Fuck, Chan… ah—” A loud moan slipped from her lips. “It’s…hah…please, don’t stop; it’s AAAHHH—”

Chan looked up, his lips wet and shining in the dim light, a hungry look in his eyes. “It's only too much if you try to fight it. Just relax and be a good girl for us.”

Chan groaned at the wet, sweet taste of her, his tongue flicking over her clit in quick, focused strokes. He slid his fingers deep inside her, curling them upward to find and drive against her sweet spot in a heavy, rhythmic heat that had her hips rolling helplessly against his hand. He fucked her relentlessly with his mouth, sucking and licking her swollen clit as she whimpered.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” Chan groaned, his voice thick and rough against her wet clit. “Could eat your tight little pussy every fucking day. Maybe I should just keep you locked up in my bed.”

San pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes wild with heat as his large hand squeezed her breast, flattening her nipple. “You look so fucking pretty like this, just a desperate, dripping mess for us. Keep being a good girl, and we’re going to keep you cumming all night.”

Y/N’s thighs shook violently, her inner muscles coiling tight as Chan’s wet tongue urged her right to the edge, licking and sucking her swollen clit deep into his mouth while his fingers shoved hard and fast inside her. He curled his fingers upward, hitting her g-spot repeatedly and fucking her stretching walls. He gripped the backs of her thighs, pulling her hips flush against his face so she had no choice but to squeeze his head as San’s mouth crashed back down on hers.

San kissed her hungrily, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth to swallow her loud, desperate whimpers. At the same time, his fingers got rougher, rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching them hard, syncing the sharp hits of pleasure with the heavy, rhythmic friction of Chan’s fingers and tongue fucking her wet pussy.

The moment she went over the edge, Y/N let out a broken, desperate moan that San swallowed with a heavy, hungry kiss. Her back arched completely off the couch cushions as her orgasm ripped through her, her thighs clamping tight around Chan’s head. His wet tongue kept relentlessly working her clit through every single wave, his fingers still buried deep and curling inside her twitching, soaking wet pussy. His muffled praise against her swollen flesh completely overstimulated her. Her sweet cum spilled over his lips and chin as she convulsed, her tight walls squeezing his fingers and shaking with the raw force of her release. When the last aftershock finally faded, her shaking legs fell wide open, and she collapsed back into the couch, panting, boneless, and trembling in their arms.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Chan growled, his voice incredibly deep and thick. He swiped a thumb across his wet chin, catching a heavy smear of her slick.

Before he could even lick it away, San surged forward over her twitching body. His hand gripped the back of Chan’s neck, pulling him up just enough to meet him in a sudden, deep, and bruising kiss. San’s tongue swept hungry and hot against Chan’s lips, aggressively licking the sweet taste of Y/N’s release right off his mouth and chin, claiming it for himself. Chan let out a low, gravelly grunt of approval into the kiss, bracing a heavy hand on Y/N’s trembling thigh to hold himself up as San took exactly what he wanted. When they finally parted, a thin string of spit connected their wet lips, and both of them were breathing hard, their eyes completely black with lust.

San slowly licked his lips, a dark smirk playing on his mouth as he settled back on his knees, keeping Y/N tucked securely against his bare side. "Fuck, she does taste delicious."

Chan chuckled from the floor, his eyes flashing as he looked up at them from between her trembling knees. "She does. Though you almost took my fucking head off with those thighs, baby."

Y/N let out a weak, embarrassed whine, burying her face into her arms. San just laughed, wrapping a heavy arm around her waist to pull her tight against his warm chest. "Let her breathe; you're the one who ate her out like she was your last meal."

"I did," Chan admitted, his hands sliding up from the floor to rest on Y/N’s hips, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin. "And it was perfect. You sounded so fucking beautiful, baby. The way you whimpered into San’s mouth while my fingers were deep inside your wet pussy..."

He trailed off, his dark eyes shifting toward the door to the recording booth. A spark of creative inspiration, mixed with pure, teasing mischief, lit up his face.

"You know..." Chan murmured, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr. "It's a fucking shame those sounds didn’t get recorded."

San raised an eyebrow, his grip on her waist tightening as he knelt beside her, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "What are you thinking, Chan?"

"I’m thinking we should put those beautiful sounds to good use," Chan said, his thumb pressing firmly into her hip bone. "The booth is right there. It's fully soundproofed, the mics are set up, and I have a private project folder that absolutely no one else has access to. It will be just for us."

Y/N blinked, her mind still hazy and her body completely sensitive from her orgasm. "You want to record me... us?"

"I want to record you," Chan corrected softly, his eyes locking onto hers from below as his fingers brushed her wet folds. "I want to capture every single gasp, every little whimper you make when San bites you, and every wrecked scream when we fuck you senseless. Then, I'm going to mix it into a song to remember this...and if we like it enough, we can do it again sometime."

San’s breath hitched at the idea. He looked at Chan, then down at Y/N, his eyes dark with sudden, intense hunger. "A private track. I like the fucking sound of that. What do you think, baby? Want to go sing for us?"

The hazy, overwhelming weight of her orgasm mixed with Chan’s low, intense words, creating the perfect storm. As he told her exactly how they wanted to stretch her out and ruin her in that booth, something inside Y/N just gave way. The buzzing in her ears faded to a warm, heavy fog, her thoughts dissolving until all that was left was the heat of their bare bodies and the pull of their hands. She melted, her body turning loose and completely pliant, every nerve raw and exposed for them.

She went completely quiet, her eyelashes fluttering as she stared blankly at the space between them, her mouth parted slightly as a drop of drool nearly threatened to slip out, but no sound came.

Chan watched the shift happen in real time, his sharp eyes tracking as her focus softened and her posture went entirely lax against San's bare side. A knowing, tender smile replaced his wicked smirk.

"Hey," Chan murmured softly from the floor, his hands gently squeezing her hips to bring her back to them. "Look at me, princess. I asked you a question. Do you want to go sing for us in the booth?"

Y/N’s head lulled slightly, her big, glazed eyes slowly drifting down to meet his. She swallowed hard, her voice coming out as a tiny, breathless whisper.

"Yes, Daddy..."

Beside her, San let out a low, ragged breath at the slip, his bare chest expanding as he pressed hard against her back. The sudden, possessive heat radiating off his skin made her shiver, her thigh brushing against the rough fabric of his shorts where he knelt beside her. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive column of her neck as his hand slid up her ribcage, his voice commanding.

"And what about me, baby? Are you going to be loud for me in there? Let me hear how pretty you scream when I'm sliding deep inside your pussy."

Y/N whimpered, the double hit of Chan’s heavy gaze from below and San's hot mouth on her neck sending a delicious shiver straight down her spine. She turned her face slightly into San’s bare shoulder.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her fingers weakly curling into the waistband of his shorts. "I'll be loud for both of you."

San let out a low, guttural groan against her neck, his forehead pressing hard into her shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice incredibly strained. "You’re going to be the absolute death of us."

From the floor, Chan’s chest heaved. A dark, possessive sound rumbled deep in his throat, a heavy, approving growl that vibrated straight through her hips. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a mix of affection and intense desire. "So fucking good for us, princess."

Chan stood up, his towering, muscular frame looming over the couch. Without taking his eyes off her, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers, pushing them down his legs and kicking them aside. His thick cock, already fully erect and dripping.

He bent down and effortlessly scooped Y/N up into his arms. She instinctively clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head lying against his broad shoulder as her warm breath fanned over his collarbone. She melted completely into his solid hold, trusting him entirely.

Cradling her close to his chest, Chan looked down at San, his gaze dark, commanding, and heavy with lust. “San, take off her shorts and panties.”

San immediately stood, his eyes darkening to pitch black as he stepped closer. He grabbed the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties together, and with a firm, swift pull, slid them down her trembling legs, leaving her beautifully naked from the waist down, her dripping, swollen pussy completely exposed for them.

With her ready, San didn’t waste another second. His hands moved to his own shorts, sliding them down his thick thighs and kicking them away. His girthy, heavy cock throbbed in the dim light, fully hard and eager.

San turned and followed close behind Chan as he carried her through the heavy wooden door and into the recording booth.

Chan carried Y/N into the booth, and San immediately claimed the chair in front of the microphone. Sitting down, San reached up and took Y/N right out of Chan’s arms, pulling her onto his lap.

As her trembling fingers gripped the hem of the hoodie to pull it over her head, Chan stepped in close and firmly captured her wrists. He looked down at her with a dark, wicked spark in his eyes.

"Ah-ah," Chan murmured, his voice sharp but dripping with sweet authority. "Leave it on, baby. The hoodie stays on until I say otherwise."

Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers instantly letting go of the fabric as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Daddy."

Chan smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before stepping back to adjust the hanging microphone. He positioned it perfectly, right in front of her face, so the equipment could catch every single moan.

"San, you take her first," Chan commanded softly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, his eyes dark with anticipation. "I want to watch. And I want to hear how beautiful she sounds on this mic."

San’s eyes darkened with a sudden, intense hunger. He adjusted Y/N in his lap, turning her so her back pressed flush against his broad chest and her face pointed towards the microphone.

"Straighten your back, baby. Keep your head up so the microphone can pick you up," San murmured. His hot breath brushed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck as his large hands slid down, guiding her trembling thighs wide apart.

Y/N complied instantly, her spine straightening as she sat high on his lap, completely exposed and dripping. San gripped her waist, lifting her hips just enough to position the thick, pulsing head of his hard cock directly against her wet, aching entrance. The heavy, sliding friction as he aligned his thick shaft against her pussy made her whimper desperately.

"Look at you, princess," Chan praised softly from the corner of the booth, his eyes locked on her flushed, helpless face. "So beautiful, holding so still for us. You're doing so good, sweetheart."

San let out a low, rough chuckle against her ear. His hands slid up under the soft, heavy hem of the hoodie to grip her hips, his fingers digging deep into her soft skin as he slowly and relentlessly guided her down, impaling her on his cock in one deep, agonizingly heavy stroke that stretched her walls and filled her completely.

Y/N screamed, a high, wrecked sound of pure pleasure that tore from her throat. Her cheeks darkened with an intense, beautiful flush, the heat spreading rapidly down her neck as her body struggled to stretch around him.

San didn’t wait; he immediately established a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm, bouncing her on his lap. His thumbs dug hard into her hips to keep her anchored, leaving deep red marks under the bunched fabric of the hoodie.

"Oh, look at that," San murmured directly into her ear, his voice dripping with a lazy, almost sarcastic drawl that sent shivers down her spine. "Screaming your head off just because of a little stretch? You’re so incredibly sensitive, baby."

Y/N whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the sharp, degrading bite of his praise.

San spat in his palm, and without breaking his rhythm, he slid his wet hand down between her legs. He spread his saliva over her swollen clit, using the slick friction to rub her clit aggressively, his fingers circling and pressing hard.

"Listen to her, Chan," San chuckled, his chest vibrating hard against her back as he drove up into her again, stretching her pussy to the absolute limit while his wet thumb worked her clit. "She’s making all these pathetic little noises just because she can barely fit me. Such a good girl."

"Oh, sweetheart, yes," Chan praised warmly, his voice a soothing, rich balm over her overstimulated senses as he leaned closer to the to watch her face. "Sing for us, baby. You sound so gorgeous. Daddy is so proud of how loud you're being."

"Look at how easily you take it," San groaned, his pace quickening as he established a relentless, driving pace. He bounced her hard against his lap, the wet, messy sounds of their bodies slamming together captured perfectly on the track. His compliments turned dirty yet sweet as he worshipped her body, pulling her back hard against his chest with every heavy, bottoming-out thrust. "Just a helpless little toy, getting ruined by us because you couldn’t keep your eyes off our cards. A total little addict for us, aren’t you? Such a good little pussy, stretching out and taking all of me so perfectly."

"Ah! Daddy, Sir!" Y/N sobbed, her head tossing back against San's shoulder.

San reached his hand down between her thighs, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing it with a firm, relentless pressure that made her hips jerk violently on his lap. At the same time, his other hand slid up under the oversized hoodie, his fingers catching her sensitive nipple and pinching it hard, rolling the tight peak in sync with the heavy rhythm of his thrusts.

San's teeth grazed her neck, sucking a dark mark into her skin as he rammed deeper, his thick cock hitting her sweet spot with every heavy, upward drive. The friction was dizzying, and her slick leaked down his thighs, making every stroke louder, wetter, and more intense. Chan reached out, his thumb catching her chin to turn her head, forcing her to look him right in the eye.

Her soft whimpers, ragged gasps, and loud, needy cries filled the booth, capturing every single raw, breathtaking sound on the mic as her internal muscles clamped down tight, desperately trying to hold onto San's thick cock while he ruthlessly fucked her to the brink of another orgasm.

The intense, rhythmic friction of San’s thumb against her clit combined with the heavy, deep drives of his cock was too much. Y/N’s body went completely rigid, her back arching off his chest as she screamed, a raw, beautiful peak of pleasure tearing from her throat. She shook violently, her inner walls clamping down hard and milking San as she came again, her fluids pouring over his thighs.

"Yeah, take it all, princess," San groaned, holding her hips steady as he rode out the tight, rhythmic squeezing of her release, finally losing control and shooting thick, hot ropes of his cum deep inside her pussy. He grunted heavily, his chest heaving as he filled her to the brim, taking his own heavy, growling orgasm deep inside her.

As they both came down from the peak, breathing heavily, Chan’s eyes darkened, turning possessive. He stepped forward, his hands wrapping around Y/N’s waist.

"My turn," Chan murmured, his voice leaving no argument.

He lifted her easily off San's lap. The slick, wet slide of San pulling out of her and the warm drip of his cum leaking down her inner thighs made her let out a soft, needy whimper, her legs dangling weakly. Chan didn't let her rest. He carried her to the wall of the booth, pressing her back firmly against the padded panel. He lifted her thighs, hooking her legs securely around his waist.

"Keep your head up, baby," Chan commanded softly, his chest heaving against her as he guided his thick, hard length past her drenched, cum-filled entrance. "Daddy's going to fill you up now."

With a low, possessive growl, Chan pushed forward, burying himself inside her in one thrust. Y/N gasped loudly, her fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as he began to drive into her with a heavy, relentless power.

San stood up from the stool and stepped in close to their side, bracing one hand against the wall right next to Y/N’s head.

"Look at her, Chan," San rasped, his voice dark and thick with heat. "So pretty and dumb, no thoughts except to be good for us."

Chan groaned, his hips slamming hard against hers, the wet, slapping sound echoing in the quiet booth. "She’s perfect. I want to build a track to her sounds, but honestly? I just want to put a baby in her."

Y/N’s eyes flew wide, her thoughts swirling at the words. "D-Daddy...?"

"You heard me, sweetheart," Chan murmured, leaning down to press a hard, hungry kiss to her lips, swallowing her sweet whimper before pulling back to drive deeper. "You’re so good for us. We should just keep you locked in one of our beds, take turns filling you up every single day until you’re pregnant"

San let out a low, rough chuckle, his hand reaching out to cup Y/N's cheek, his thumb brushing over her trembling lower lip. "Imagine how pretty she’d look with a swollen belly, completely knocked up by both of us. We’d have to take such good care of her. Keep her safe, keep her happy, and keep her constantly loaded with our cum."

"Yes," Chan growled, his pace turning fast and ruthless, his thick cock hitting her deep and hard, making her scream. "We’re going to do it, baby. We're going to breed you so good. Every single drop is going right inside you."

"Ah! Hah, Daddy, please!" Y/N cried out, completely overwhelmed by the brutal reality of being fucked while they talked about making her pregnant. Her body coiled tight, the sheer intensity of their possessive words combined with Chan’s punishing rhythm pushing her straight back toward the edge of another shattering orgasm.

Chan didn’t slow down; he drove into her one last, violent time, his body shuddering as he flooded her with his cum. He held her pinned against the wall, emptying himself completely into her before pulling out with a wet, heavy slap that left her sobbing at the sudden emptiness.

Y/N gasped, her head tossing back as a weak, desperate cry escaped. "Daddy, no, please! Daddy, don’t stop; it hurts. I was so close…" she complained, her fingers clawing weakly at his shoulders as her legs tightened around his waist. "Please don’t, I need to cum..."

Chan only chuckled, a deep, possessive vibration that rumbled right through his chest. He tightened his grip on her waist, sliding her slowly down his body.

"I know, sweetheart," Chan murmured, his voice incredibly soft yet completely unyielding. "But you’re going to take it exactly how we want. Be a good girl and don't complain."

Chan kneeled on the floor and pulled Y/N right onto his lap. He settled her facing away from him, her back resting against his chest, her legs spread wide over his thighs.

"Patience, Princess," Chan murmured, his chest heaving against her back as his strong arms wrapped around her waist to hold her secure. "Daddy and Sir want to keep playing with you."

San dropped to his knees on the floor between her splayed thighs, his eyes dark and ravenous as he looked up at her. With his large hands gripping her knees to pull them wider, San leaned down and buried his face directly into her pussy.

Y/N let out a loud, high-pitched scream when San's tongue flicked hard over her swollen, throbbing clit.

"That's it, sing for us, princess," Chan praised in a low, gravelly rumble, his hands sliding up under the heavy cotton of his hoodie to squeeze her breasts, his thumbs rolling her tight, hard nipples. "Listen to how loud you are. Don't hold back."

San was relentless, his tongue swirling and flattening against her, drinking her in while his thumbs dug into her thighs. The wet, sucking sounds of his mouth against her skin filled the booth, mixing with Y/N’s frantic, breathless begging.

"Look at her shake, Chan," San mumbled against her, his voice muffled but dripping with satisfaction. He pulled back for just a second, his chin glistening with her slick, before looking up at Chan. "She's so responsive, she's practically begging to be bred again."

"She is," Chan agreed, his grip tightening possessively on her waist as he watched San's mouth work. "We’re going to put so many babies in you, Princess. You are ours now."

Y/N sobbed, her head tossing back against Chan's shoulder as San buried his face back between her thighs, his tongue dipping deep inside her while his thumb relentlessly worked her clit. The dual sensation of Chan’s hands on her breasts and San's mouth between her legs snapped the final thread of sanity.

"Daddy! Sir, please—I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body seizing violently in Chan’s arms as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her, her cum spilling directly onto San’s tongue as he sucked her through every intense shake.

Her body was still trembling from the last wave of pleasure as Chan’s hands shifted on her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

Before she could even catch her breath, Chan let out a low, rough growl, his hips jerking once more as he gripped her hips tightly, holding her shaking body flush against his chest. Y/N let out a broken, high-pitched whine, overwhelmed by the strength of his hold and the heat of his breath against her ear, her body limp and shaking.

"I know, baby, I know," Chan murmured, his deep voice vibrating soothingly against her back as he kissed her sweat-slicked shoulder. "But we're almost there. You're being such a good girl for us, princess. So incredibly good."

San slowly sat back on his knees, his chin and lips wet and shining, a heavy, dark satisfaction in his gaze. He lay down on the floor.

"Lay down with me, Princess," San rasped, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at them. "Come lie on my chest."

Chan leaned forward and carefully lifted Y/N, gently handing her down to San. San’s strong arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her and pulling her completely onto his broad, warm chest. She collapsed against him, her cheek resting against his bare shoulder, her limbs completely heavy and exhausted.

San slowly sat back on his knees, his chin and lips wet and shining, a heavy, dark satisfaction in his gaze. He lay down on the floor, stretching his long body out against the padded surface.

"Lay down with me, princess," San rasped, his voice thick with lust as he looked up at them. "Come lie on my chest."

Chan leaned forward and carefully lifted Y/N, gently handing her down to San. San’s strong arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her and pulling her completely onto his broad, warm chest. She collapsed against him, her cheek resting against his bare shoulder, her limbs completely heavy and exhausted.

Chan barely paused, moving to kneel between her legs as she lay sprawled over San. He gripped her hips, tilting them, and guided his cock back to her soaked pussy. As he pressed in, San lifted her hips, helping her slide down onto them both. She was stretched so wide she could only moan, her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering at the overwhelming fullness.

"Fuck, you’re incredible," Chan groaned, his voice rough by her ear, his grip tightening as he sank in.

San let out a low, shaky laugh, his breath warm on her shoulder. "Can you feel both of us, sweetheart? You’re taking us so well..so fucking good."

Y/N could barely form words, her moan breaking into a whimper. "I...I can’t...oh, god—"

Chan leaned forward, his lips brushing her cheek. "You can. You’re doing so well for us. Let us hear you."

Y/N cried out, San found her mouth, swallowing her pleas with a fierce, desperate kiss as he and Chan rocked her between them. They set a heavy, relentless rhythm, both driving deep, filling her so completely she could barely breathe.

"Yes, sweetheart, just like that," San groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass in tandem with the deep thrusts. "Such a good, sweet girl. Fucking beautiful."

"Look at you, princess," Chan praised, his voice a low, heavy rumble as he watched her face. "Taking both of us at the same time. Such a good girl, babygirl."

Their pace quickened, their hips slamming hard against her and sending waves of pleasure through her overstimulated body. The friction was unbearable, her pussy desperately clamping down around their cocks.

"Yes, just like that," Chan encouraged, his hand sliding down to press firmly against her swollen clit as they thrust. "Cum for us. Be a good girl and cum one more time."

The relentless, driving rhythm pushed her over the edge. Her pusst clamped down, and with a loud, wrecked sob directly into the her body convulsed as she squirted, her fluids spraying and drenching their thighs.

"Oh, look at you! Good girl!" San praised hoarsely, his chest vibrating beneath her as he felt the hot rush of her release. "Squirting all over us. Fuck so good, gonna make you do that over and over again."

"That's it, cum for us, princess," Chan growled, his own pace turning frantic as her tight, soaking release triggered theirs. "You did so well, baby."

They came hard, bodies moving out of sync, each chasing their own high. Chan’s fingers dug into her hip, his breath hot and uneven against her back. San just held on, jaw set, a gasp ripped from his throat as he came.

"Good girl, Y/N. You’re so perfect," Chan murmured, collapsing over her back, kissing her neck while San wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her securely to his chest as they all came down from the high, praising her over and over in the quiet booth. Y/N lay limp against San’s chest, her skin flushed and glistening, her mind empty from the sheer intensity of the climax.

Chan let out a long, shuddering breath as he slowly pulled out of her. Y/N let out a disappointed whimper. He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"You did so incredibly well, princess," Chan murmured, his voice rich and full of pride as he stroked her sweat-damp hair. "Daddy’s going to go set up the pull-out bed for us so we can cuddle. San is going to carry you there. Okay?"

When they finally slowed, Chan kissed her forehead and gently withdrew, leaving her still anchored securely against San. As Chan stood up and began to step away toward the heavy door of the booth, Y/N’s eyes flew wide with a sudden, desperate ache in her chest. Her mind felt empty and raw, and seeing him walk away felt like the end of the world. She reached out, her hand trembling, a broken whimper escaping her lips.

"No... Chan... don't go," she sobbed, her voice small and desperate.

"Hey, shh, look at me, baby. It's okay," San comforted softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest.

San wrapped his arms securely around her waist and sat up, pulling her up with him. As they shifted, he stayed buried deep inside her; the movement forced him even further into her sensitive pussy, the heavy fullness making her gasp and arch back against him.

"Oh, you're so needy right now, aren't you?" San cooed, burying his face in her neck to kiss the mark he’d left there. He held her up as she trembled in his arms. "You're so sweet. Just hold onto me, baby. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere."

"San... please... feels so full," she whimpered, her head falling forward. She instinctively shifted against him, searching for more stimulation.

"I know, sweet girl. I'm right here," San murmured, rocking her gently to soothe her. "Just breathe, princess. Daddy is making sure the bed is perfect for his princess."

"There she is," Chan said softly, his expression melting into pure warmth as he saw her flushed, dazed face. "Look at our sweet girl. Utterly wrung out."

San walked over to the bed and, slowly and carefully, began to lower her down. As he did, he finally, wetly slid out of her. Y/N let out a desperate, needy cry at the sudden emptiness, her hands clutching weakly at San's shoulders as she tried to pull him back.

"No, no, shh… let’s get you comfortable, princess," San cooed, laying her down onto the unfolded pull-out bed. He immediately climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her upper body into his lap so she wouldn't feel abandoned, wrapping his arms tight around her chest. "See? I'm still right here. You're okay."

Chan sat on the edge of the bed by her legs, unfolding one of the clean towels. "You did so well for us, baby. We're just going to get you all clean and dry."

Y/N let out a soft, tired whimper, her mind still completely fuzzy as Chan gently parted her trembling thighs. He used the soft towel to wipe away their combined cum and the messy evidence of their release that had dripped down her legs with a delicate, thorough care that showed his devotion.

"Such a good girl," Chan praised warmly, his touch incredibly gentle as he cleaned her sensitive skin before tucking her securely against his chest.

"The best girl," San agreed, pressing sweet, lingering kisses to her shoulder and temple. To soothe her, San wrapped his arms securely around her waist and sat up, pulling her up with him. As they shifted, he remained buried deep inside her; the movement forced him even further ins. He moved in on her other side, wrapping his arms around her as well, effectively sandwiching her between them. The quiet, protective warmth of being held in the middle by both men finally lulled Y/N into a deep, contented sleep, with Chan and San settling in closely around her.

The next morning, the peaceful silence of the studio lounge was first interrupted by the heavy click of the door unlocking, followed by the casual, echoing chatter of Han and Changbin as they walked into the front entryway of their group's studio.

"I'm telling you, we need to adjust the bass on that track before we export it," Changbin was saying, his voice loud and clear in the quiet morning air.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, let's just grab the headphones first—" Han Jisung started, stepping around the corner of the partition wall that separated the entryway from the main lounge area.

Han's voice cut off instantly. His eyes landed directly on the pull-out bed, specifically zeroing in on the very prominent, fully bare view of Chan’s naked ass as he lay sleeping on his side. Changbin stepped around him, appraising the messy scene with a massive smirk. "Well. You guys were busy."

Han immediately spun around on his heel so fast he nearly tripped, slapping his hands over his eyes.

“There’s too much ass! Abort, abort!” he shrieked, his wildly flailing arms trying to push Changbin back around the corner to shield both of them from the view of their leader.

Changbin stepped around him, appraising the messy scene with a massive smirk. “Well. You guys were busy.”

Chan slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from his face to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist.

Chan slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from his face to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist. Y/N’s cheeks instantly turned a flaming, bright red. Thankfully, Chan had gently tugged the hem of her extra-long hoodie down over her bare lap and legs while she was half-asleep the night before; the oversized fabric bunched just enough to keep her covered. Still, she desperately burrowed her face into San's chest to hide from their gaze.

Beside her, San just let out a low, sleepy chuckle. With no blankets on the bed to hide under, he simply grinned lazily as he tugged her even closer against his bare torso, refusing to let her go.

Before Changbin could even open his mouth to retort, the loud, chaotic ringtone of his phone blared from his pocket. He pulled it out, raising an eyebrow at the caller ID.

"It's Wooyoung," Changbin muttered, putting his fellow '99-liner on speaker.

Immediately, Wooyoung’s loud, panicked voice crackled through the speaker, "Bin! Are you guys at the studio? You need to lock the doors right now! Seonghwa-hyung and Hongjoong-hyung tracked San's location after he didn't come home to the dorms last night, and they are mad as hell—

"Too late," a flat, incredibly dry voice cut in from the doorway.

Changbin slowly lowered his phone as ATEEZ's eldest, Seonghwa, stepped into the lounge, his arms crossed over his chest and his exasperation plain as day as he looked at the three of them. “If you end up on Dispatch, I’m not bailing you out. You three better use protection, or all your strawberry cake is mine.”

Hongjoong, ATEEZ's long-suffering leader, pinched the bridge of his nose as he stepped up right behind Seonghwa, letting out a heavy sigh at the sight of his mischievous member who had gone missing in action. “San, I love you, but I seriously thought Woo or Mingi would beat you to this. I’m way too young to be a grandpa.”

San only flashed his leader a lazy, victorious grin, tightening his grip to tuck Y/N securely back against him. On her other side, Chan hummed contentedly, refusing to even open his eyes to face his own members as his arm tightened around her waist, both of them absolutely refusing to move from their warm, comfortable afterglow.

A few minutes of awkward, quiet rustling followed as the audience of four stood waiting in the doorway. Chan and San finally groaned, rolling off the pull-out bed to hunt through the pile of clothes.

Y/N remained curled up in a tight ball on the bed, a little embarrassed, her knees pulled to her chest under the safety of the massive hoodie.

San hopped on one foot as he struggled to pull his shorts back up. Chan was just bothering with his boxers, rubbing his eyes.

Hongjoong crossed his arms, his sharp eyes darting between San and Chan. He raised an eyebrow, his leader instincts flaring. "Well? Seonghwa asked you a question. You did use protection, right, San?"

Chan and San stopped at the same time. They turned to look at each other, both instantly remembering the breathless, reckless talk of "putting babies in her" from the night before.

Both of them rubbed the back of their necks, blurting out the same sheepish:

"Well..."

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